𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙁𝙀𝙔𝙎𝙊𝙉 , 𝙇𝙊𝙆𝙄

“Wh- What are you-“ She froze, the familiar feeling of the collar around her neck making her look up at him in fear. “You tricked me... How could you?”

—idea what to expect. He could be like the other Lokis she met in the void. Ruthless and violent. That’s why she was so afraid. She had to keep her guard up. “I just want to be happy again.”

“I do whatever I can. I don’t care if I get hurt. I have to try.” Her breathing began to grow more shallow, starting to grow scared. “I’ve tried everything to get home. But I can’t. I can’t.” She whispered the last part and began to sob.

“What do you mean it wasn’t mine to begin with? I just want to go back. I just want my family back.” Her voice was still quiet, a few tears rolling down her pale face. His tone was scaring her.

“Why not? Why won’t you let me take back what is rightfully mine?” She said, her voice breaking and her eyes welling up with tears.

“She took /everything/ from me. She took me away from my home, my friends, my family.” She pleaded.

“I don’t care.” Her eyes darkened. “I need to hear that bitch beg and scream in pain for me to stop.”

“That’s the understatement of the century. They took everything from me. But I’m going to take it back. And I will not have mercy.”

"I wasn't so lucky. But I have made friends along the way. We are planning something. Something big."

"She did the same to me. Captured and pruned me all because I didn't die like I was supposed to."

"Wait- You know Ravonna?"

"Just wanted to say thanks. For the necklace, I mean. I don't think I ever had something like this back on Asgard."

Good! She needs to speak with him.

Is @TVASCAMP around?

She gasped and turned to face him. “Wait if you’re...” she placed a hand on the necklace, playing with it gently. “Is the necklace real? Or is it just another one of your allusions?”

“I am not /cute/.” She replied. Noticing the necklace, she rolled her eyes. “Let me guess. You’re going to turn into a snake the moment I pick you up. Jokes on you, I’m fond of snakes so this prank will not work.”

“Even when you feel sick?” She’d never done that before. Though, to be fair, she’d only ever been sick when mama and papa were alive. Pietro was sat nearby, head in a comic book Mr Mobius had given him. “Mr Loki . . ? Are they going to kill us?”

“Make fun of my height again and you will be making friends with the floor.” She growled.

The blonde backs away, her face red as a tomato. “You are just- Sometimes I wanna take your big dumb dummy head and just...nyeahhhh.” She pounds her fist into her hand.