TW: Self harm, suicide.
Loki's pov:
A handsome man walkes into the room. God I love him. His hair his eyes his everything. It makes me feel things. The way he makes me feel things. Even if its something little, like fixing my tie. It makes me go crazy. My face turns red when I see him. His silver hair and the smile on his lips. I love this man.
"Loki" Mobius interupets my thoughts. "I got a job for you!" He says with a exited tone."A job?"
"Yes, you will be here for a while at the TVA so, I thought that you could have a job. So you could be usefull!" The man says. But- am I not usefull? No I am, he just wants me to do something other than annoying him. Right? Then, annoying him is not exactly usefull.
"Well- I guess," "Great! I'll tell Ravonna!" He says as he walks out the door. He didnt even give me the chance to finish my sentance... He was proberly just exited. Shake it off Loki.
I sit down in my chair. Staring at the table.
Mobius' pov:
He wants a job! I'm glad I can give him a job so he can do some paperwork and not annoy me all the time. To be honest I'm kind of glad that I sort of got rid of him. Now I can see Ravonna more. And her beutiful face.
I walk into her office "Hey, Loki wants the job!" I tell her.
"Great! He will start tomorrow!" She says.
"Wait, why tomorrow, Can't he just start now?" If he starts now he can do loads of work already. "No Moby, tomorrow." She says smiling at me. Did she just call me Moby?
I love those cute nicknames. "Alright" I say smiling at her. "Now go finish your work!" She says. "Right," I smile as I walk out the door, back to my office.
Of course she has to let Loki work from tomorrow. Now I have almost a whole day with him. He's just... He has to mutch enegy. He's always on my nerves.
If I once try to do something myself he always has to 'help me'. he doesn't help me, he just slows down the work, what is very nice because then I have to do that work later.
Thats why I dont get mutch sleep. Because of the god of mischief has to ruin everything.
Loki's pov:
"You can start tomorrow." a handsome man walks into the room. He seems upset. "Well uh, thats great." I say, not sure what to anwser.
"Yea" He sighs. Is he mad, at me? Did I do something wrong? Does he just realy wants to get rid of me...
"Whats wrong Moby?" I ask. Shit, did I just call him Moby? Fuck fuck fuck- "Dont call me that." He says while staring at the ground.
Good job Loki, he hates you now. "I-i'm sorry I shoudn't have said that." I say frowning. look to my desk waiting for a 'No its alright.' but there isn't one.
I really messed up here. He doesn't like me he hates me. I annoy him al the time and there isn't getting any work done when I'm around. Now I get it. The poor man probbily doesn't even sleep.
Now it hits me. tears start forming in my eyes. He just wants to do his job whithout a stupid god to annoy him al the time. To keep him from doing his work. He hated me. he hates me.
I get up from my seat trying not to cry. I walk out of the room, Mobius still looks at the floor. I look at him. Hoping he would look back. Look at me.
But he doesn't.
I walk to my appartment quickly and shut the door. After the door was closed I burst out into tears. He doesn't fucking like me, I'm just a pain in the ass. I'm just keeping him from doing his work, from sleeping. Now I get why he wants me to get a job. So I can't annoy him all the time. Why am I so fucking stupid!
