#loki series x reader
Characters: Loki, Mobius, Reader (all platonic)
Warnings: None… maybe some mischief.
Summary:You owed Mobius a favour and now he’s cashing in.
If you were honest with yourself, you should have seen this coming.
Had you not sent the Variant to disrupt Mobius’ lunch, the latter would not have leverage to ask for a rule-breaking favour.
“You owe me.”
Arms folded, you huffed. “Can’t I just buy you lunch for the year?”
Loki, who was standing behind Mobius, heard the offer and thought that it would be wise to weigh in.
“You should take it, Mobius. It’s much more enticing than testing a theory.”
Nodding, Mobius lightly nudged Loki back to keep him at bay, “Alright, okay.” He said and once the Variant had calmed down, addressed you. “Y/n, as tempting as that is, I have to decline. I need your help now.”
“You’re asking for help on a half-baked plan to go off-grid with a Loki variant - I mean, you don’t even know what apocalypse you want to go to.” You frowned.
If Mobius was serious about the whole plan then you’d have hoped that it would be fully thought out - not on a whim.
“I know where we want to go. Atlantis before it sinks.” Mobius answered.
You couldn’t help the scoff that tumbled out, “Atlantis? No, you’re not going there.”
“Why not?”
“It happens too quickly and you can’t swim.” You explained without any room to convince otherwise.
Mobius sighed, “Okay, what about before ‘The Snap’?”
“Too many variables.”
Loki popped his head up over Mobius’ shoulder, “Ragnarok?”
“Absolutely not.” You rejected without hesitation.
Placing his hands on his hips, Mobius thought carefully of other nexus events that were on the table, then his eyes widened.
“Pompeii.” He said.
You shook your head, “No, I just reset that timeline after a town elder successfully convinced the whole city to move out.”
“That’s why it’s perfect. You’ve recently submit the report confirming that the timeline’s intact so there won’t be any TVA interference.” Mobius explained much to your displeasure. “Y/n, it’s perfect. You know it is.”
You hated it but the man wasn’t wrong. As you considered holes in the idea of going to Pompeii’s nexus event, Mobius was more set than ever that this theory would be tested. Eventually, you gave in and agreed.
“Fine. You can borrow my tempad for this one mission but the disturbances need to be small.” You warned, surrendering your device to Mobius and looked over at the raven-haired prince. “Do you hear me Loki? Small.”
Loki rolled his eyes like a child and mimicked your words. He then reached across and tried to help Mobius with the tempad but inadvertently opened a portal below your feet and dropped you through to 79 AD.
“Oops.” Loki said half-apologetically.
“Damn it, Loki. Are you trying to get them to throw us into the volcano?” Mobius groaned.
Soon after, the pair jumped through the glowing hole in the ground and found you absolutely seething beneath an archway. Loki watched as you walked over and smirked.
“I see the fall hasn’t broken your hard exterior.”
Biting the urge not to ‘prune’ the mischief maker, you took a deep breath and turned to Mobius. “You’ve got ten minutes before my tempad signals head office that I’m here again - work fast.”
