The Time-Killers
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“I think you can go faster. You can definitely go faster. Even snails go faster than this,” Loki remarks irritably.
“Nice. Backstabber and a backseat driver,” Mobius mutters, shifting the gears nonetheless as they drive up the mountain. “Speed-limits exist for a reason - I’m sticking to it so we reach our destination in one piece.”
Sylvie clicks on the TemPad, scanning the event details over once more.
“Take the next right, then it’s up at the top.”
“Got it.” Mobius even puts the indicator on as they turn. “Hey, you have a good navigation voice. You should consider that for the future, in case this little plan of yours doesn’t work out.”
“It’ll work,” Sylvie spits, somehow unable to swallow her irritation at the casual coolness directed her way.
And yet. Her tongue burns.
“It’s not little.”
Mobius taps the steering wheel in a playful rhythm.
“Whatever you say.”
The plan years in the making is shot. And now there’s a very real possibility they will all be sharing their final moments together which, for the record, is a really shit way to go.
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- Part 1 of The Time-Killers
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Steeling himself, Mobius takes a breath. What comes out of his mouth next is beyond absurd.
“Okay, so here it is." Pause. "I’ve known him longer than you.”
That is hardly the mic drop moment Mobius seems to think it is. It's just plain embarrassing. Sylvie glances over to Loki.
“Seriously?” She asks. "Is he actually being serious?”
Loki gives no answer. He seems to think if he just stands there and says nothing it makes him invisible.
"Anything else, Morbius?"
"It's Mobius, actually.”
Sylvie shrugs. She feigns picking out dirt beneath her nails.
“Potayto potahto.”
How’s that for a roast.
“You know what," Mobius starts, invigorated. "Now that you mention it, yeah. Yeah - this little potato here has plenty more left in him to mash. Guess what, you’re not the only one taking promenades with Loki through apocalypses.”
Sylvie cannot carry the entire fate of the sacred timeline on her shoulders along with whatever the Hel these two have going on. And yet.
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- Part 2 of The Time-Killers
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“I’m not sure we’re all going to fit,” Loki admits, making no move whatsoever to solve that problem which speaks volumes.
“Magic up a better tablecloth, then.”
“Um. Excuse me, it’s not a tablecloth? We’ve been through this.”
“Sure feels like one,” Mobius says, prodding the flimsy material as he shuffles to get comfortable between them. “Is this what blankets are like on Asgard? Not particularly cosy.”
Sylvie likes Mobius more now he’s on her side in this too.
“That’s what I said.”
Turning to Sylvie, Mobius gestures with as much discretion as possible.
“Part of the charm, right? I like it.”
Oh my god. This is happening, then.
“I gathered," Sylvie snarks. "You’re not subtle.”
There are only so many moments to blunder through. Mobius and Loki take them all.
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- Part 3 of The Time-Killers
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"Nice speech," Sylvie drawls, but the sarcasm doesn't land.
“Guess your rendez-vous with destiny didn’t turn out so good, huh.”
Mustering a strained smile that dissolves instantly, Sylvie hums. Nothing about that is right. And the glaring anomaly in the room can’t be avoided any longer. Now there are no prying eyes, now Mobius can lean into that swell of apprehension enough to burst it wide open.
"Where is Loki?”
“Where’s Loki?” Sylvie asks at the same time.
Oh.
Oh no.
Destiny is a deception and fate is a fiction. They're doing this their way.
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- Part 4 of The Time-Killers
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“Care to explain why half our kitchen utensils are missing?”
Not really. No.
“Well?” Mobius prompts.
Silence is such a useful tool to articulate a point. Almost as powerful as words themselves, in truth. Loki wields both with such enviable finesse.
“Oh come on! Since when are you so tight-lipped anyway - isn’t this the part where you start yacking on about some grand plan that obviously fell flat on its face before you got the chance to boast about it?”
“Obviously?” Loki narrows his eyes in disgust, which he discovers is quite hard to do as a spatula. “Wait. Hang on a minute, if you're implying-”
“No, no.” Slicing the air with his hand, Mobius paces. “No waiting, no stalling, no - wooing me with your Lokiness. Just answer the question.”
Pause.
“Wooing?"
In the house at the edge of time, they build a rather good life together.
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- Part 5 of The Time-Killers