Chapter One
“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.”
-Oscar Wilde
Agent L.O.L had only seen her father a few times in her life, well no not her father, versions of him that knew nothing of her or even her mother. One time she had tried to speak to him, that’s how she ended up in her cell.
“Even though I built this cell,” Kang had told Agent L.O.L as her threw her in said cell, “this is a prison of your own making”
And honestly, it was. The piles of books on the floor belong to Agent L.O.L, the paper thrown across the bed were hers, and her mothers silk was draped across the chair of her desk. That is Agent L.O.L cell, and that is where she would stay, until, as she was told, she was needed.
‘I will never be needed.’ Agent L.O.L thought to herself after who knows how long in the cell, ‘I wasn’t needed when I was born, daughter to a whore and a man who didn’t know my name (even though it’s his), I wasn’t needed when the T.V.A took me in, I wasn’t needed when asked me to perform for his agents, and I wasn’t needed that became clear when I spoke two words to my father and was thrown in a cell for it!’
She was staring at her red face in a small mirror she had on the wall, a mirror that she believed only showed off her worse qualities. The messy hair, thin face, torn clothes, and weak body. Agent L.O.L had always been told that there was a fire behind her eyes. She neve saw it.
‘Even if it was there,’ she thought to herself, her forehead touching the mirror, ‘It’s long gone.’
Agent L.O.L had convinced herself that she had lost her fire somewhere in between, joining the T.V.A and the last time she read her favorite book.
She didn’t even know what her favorite book was, yeah she had books currently at the top of her list, but if you had asked her what her favorite was a week ago the answer would be completely different. Not that it matters what her favorite book is, but when you are told your entire life that you were never supposed to exist, you want to know what things are important to you, what things had an impact on you, and even more important you want to know what things you impacted.
So Agent L.O.L grabbed a piece of paper and wrote them down, she wrote down how she had made people feel things, she wrote about how she made people feel things that were so powerful that kang had to erase their memories, she wrote about her mother and all her aunts, and how she made them better people. And when she was done she wrote about the things she wished she could change, and how she would change them. She agreed with Kang on one thing and that is that the timeline needs to be managed, but it doesn’t need to have his fist around it so tightly, and she could change that.
Loki was stuck, Sylvie had betrayed him, Mobius didn’t know who he was, and the whole multiverse was falling apart. The worst part was…it was all his fault.
Loki didn’t know what to do, he had no template, no allies, and no magic. So he went to a desk to be alone. The desk had a computer and with a sigh he grabbed the mouse.
He didn’t know anything about how to fix this, but he did know that he needed to find someone who might know, and he needed to find them fast.
He needed to fix his mess, so things could go back to normal. He needed to fix this so he could get Mobius, his Mobius, not some cheap parallel universe knockoff version, his friend, no his best friend Mobius.