Chapter 5 - 2

512Chapter 2

Chapter 2: A Lady's Timely Arrival[Valkyrie's Apartment]With a resounding smack, my armoured hand met with soft, yet toned chocolate Asgardian ass.

The resulting jiggle of Valkyrie's smooth ass cheek was accompanied by a sudden suction from her mouth around my shaft as well as a muffled squeal as she came yet again. There was a soft pitter-patter as the puddle of clear liquid in between her spread thighs grew slightly larger from the sudden addition of fresh nectar.

She came so easily now.

And it was likely from the two hours of feverish fucking and spanks that had left her sore and extremely sensitive, I'd wager.

"Keep sucking, Valk." I offhandedly ordered Valkyrie as I brainstormed my general plan on conquering the Marvel Cinematic Universe on my Company phone. The device was hardened against even the powers of goddesses of technologies- if there was a safe place to store my ideas that would be it.

Regardless, Valkyrie was thoroughly mine now. The magical tattoo of my sigil, a cross between a glaring dragon's skull and the fanged skull of Molag Bal, was stamped just above her feminine mound; and it ensured that her loyalty, her affection, and her sexual attraction was mine and mine alone.

The Company was behind such a marvellous union of magic and technology and it was stress-tested on gods and goddesses. A strong enough will could resist orders that were vehemently against their nature, but outright rebellion was astronomically difficult to resist.

Valkyrie wasn't one for inhibitions though. Over a thousand years of drunkenly enslaving people to earn even more drinking money had left her all too eager for some wild sex- anything to escape her PTSD of being the sole surviving valkyrie that served Odin.

Another issue for another time.

Because as much as I want to just pour an entire day away just enjoying my first Captured waifu. I need to prepare for the imminent arrival of rival Company Contractors who want my blood. Worse still, I had only a week before that rival appeared. The sooner we moved, the greater our advantage.

Violence and survival first, sex can come later.

Reluctantly, I pulled Valkyrie's mouth off my cock- tugging on her hair to signal her to stop her cleanup fellatio.

"Take a shower, and suit up in the best armour you have." I told her as she swallowed her prize that she had gathered- our combined juices swishing in her mouth, "We have things that need to be done."

"Ugh, right now? Really? I'm still sore." She whined poutine as she shakily stood up. She gave a small kiss to the cheek of my helm. "No regrets though."

"Just get moving." I gave her juicy ass one last slap, before she headed towards the bathroom to get ready- giving me a show of her large chocolate rear jiggling and swaying as she walked to the bathroom.

And as I was reattaching my codpiece, a small light beside the front door lit up. Despite being unfamiliar with the xeno tech, a niggling feeling came over me though; and it was enough to make me paranoid.

Eyeing the front door distrustfully, I cast [Detect Life]- a glowing red orb floating between my outstretched hands. It was a Skyrim spell that did as the name described- highlighting every living thing in range of the spell with a blue mist that I- and only I- could see through walls, through energy shields, and through cloaking devices. Very few beings could be hidden from [Detect Life].

But one of the most useful features of the spell was that hostile beings were highlighted with a red cloud instead.

And somehow there was a whole congo line of red clouds in the corridor just outside the apartment door. There was even one hacking the door lock! Their red-outlined forms were lined up neatly and hugging the wall like a SWAT team about to breach the room. They also had friends as well- I could see more squads of red clouds on the ground floor of the building as well as on the nearby skyscraper.

Whoever was going after me… They were going to be in for a bad surprise.

Valkyrie was still in the shower, but she should be fine if I draw their attention away.

I grinned with a vicious smile as I pulled out the Mace of Molag Bal from my inventory, and downed a potion of Stamina just in case. After thoroughly claiming Valkyrie in every one of her holes, there's nothing like a bit of violence to top it off.

And just as they finished hacking the door and it slid open with a hiss, I stepped through it- grinning as I surveyed the horrified face of my latest victims who I recognized immediately. It's a good thing I bought [Paradox Defense] and [Destiny Defense], but they didn't know that.

I gave a vicious bloodthirsty grin underneath my dragonbone helmet.

I wonder if my victims loved surprises.

[A few hours ago… relatively]

Sylvie (formerly Loki) Laufeydottir, adopted daughter of Odin and time-traveling fugitive, loved surprises.

...but only when she was the one springing them. Certainly not like this mess that she found herself in.

Still, Sylvie allowed herself a small smug smile as she lined up with the rest of TVA Minutemen at an empty warehouse in an alien world. It was the most of the Time Variance Authority's black-uniformed enforcers she had ever seen gathered in one place. It was like a military parade: two entire platoons of TVA Minutemen in their dozens had gathered here with her.

So many were they that none of the Minutemen even realised that they had one extra 'Minuteman' in their ranks. Her shoulder length blonde flowing out from her black metal helmet, her blue-green eyes scanning the room, the small smile that she wore while everyone was dour like it was someone's funeral. It was a testament to her enemies' idiocy that none of them had recognised her as an imposter here.

However, that smug smile that she wore only lasted until one of their number- clad in the same armoured black uniform as they all were, sans the helmet- climbed on top of a metal container that overlooked their neatly lined formation.

"Minutemen…" The woman standing atop the metal container addressed them in an edged voice. Hands clasped behind her back, she stood like a dictator addressing her sheep. This was the acting leader of operations for the TVA, Sylvie realised…

...and she hated her with every fibre of her being.

Sylvie's blue-green eyes narrowed as she tried to keep the ugly sneer from her face.

Curly black hair in a loose ponytail, dark-skin, brown eyes filled with equal parts apathy and domineering. It may already have been more than a decade, but Sylvie still recognized this person. And she felt her blood boil over with rage- This was the same person who kidnapped her from her home in Asgard and destroyed her timeline. And to top it off, it looks like the bitch even got a promotion too.

Sylvie gripped her baton tightly in her clenched fist- her knuckles were likely chalk white under the black armoured gloves. She didn't even know this bitch's name and she hated her with the intensity to match the dwarves' forge star of Nidavellir.

"...it is confirmed- any attempt to return to or contact TVA HQ has somehow been interdicted: We're on our own now. " The great bitch continued in a determined tone of voice, "Our only hope of contacting or even returning home is to complete the mission entrusted to us by the Timekeepers themselves: We must prune the Zeta-level Variant that has caused this disturbance, and restore the Sacred Timeline to what the Timekeepers had intended it to be."

That tidbit of information gave Sylvie pause- seeing as she hadn't exactly been briefed about it.

After all, barely three hours ago, it had just been another normal day in the life of Sylvie Laufeydottir: on the run from and ambushing the same TVA goons that she was now disguised as.

It had been the 1850's in Oklahoma, well past midnight in the meadow where she had set her ambush. She had prepared this unpleasant surprise-murdering for the arrogant and hilariously dim-witted servants of the TVA.

But imagine her own surprise when the Minutemen who were about to walk into her ambush were suddenly ordered to abandon their pursuit of her. She had listened in as the lead Minuteman and their entire squad who were hunting her was suddenly reassigned for another operation.

'A Zeta-class Nexus Event.' Sylvie had heard one of them say.

'The mother of all Nexus Events.' She heard another say in equal parts dread and awe.

At the second one, Sylvie felt a tad insulted by- she liked to think that she was the biggest threat to their operations. And it irked her to be taken so lightly. She sprang her ambush on them of course- catching all but one of them in her fiery oil trap. And as they burned alive, Sylvie couldn't help but think that it did indeed smell like pork.

Fortunately, the last one was not caught in the same trap as her squadmates. So Sylvie was able to simply strangle her to death and claim her uniform as her own as well as the rest of her equipment.

Using the rest of the looted equipment, Sylvie opened a Time Door to the location of that 'Zeta-class Nexus Event' all while wondering if she could turn it to her advantage somehow.

One stumbling into the largest gathering of her enemies she had ever seen, and here she was now: Face-to-face with the person who ruined her life and surrounded by more TVA Minutemen than she had ever seen before. She wanted to Prune that bitch so badly- to kill her using the same temporal weaponry that they had used to erase so many other people from the timeline.

But Sylvie couldn't: She was forced to bid her time.

Because, if she was found out, she did not think that she could escape fast enough before they swept her under the sheer number of them. Her blue-green eyes glanced all around her as a cold bead of sweat ran down the side of her face.

"My name Ravonna Renslayer, and on my authority as Judge of the Time Variance Authority, I will be the commanding officer for this operation. Look to the men and women who stand beside you. Because from here on out, your lives are in their hands- just as their lives are in yours."

'Ravonna Renslayer? Good.' Sylvie thought to herself. 'I now have a name to go with the face that I want to beat black and blue.'

She ran her blue-green eyes up and down Ravonna- making certain to memorize her body shape and the locations of any backup weapons she might have- just in case she disguised herself out of that TVA uniform. That zipped up hat bag hanging off Ravonna's belt was definitely not standard issue for TVA personnel.

Sylvie made a mental note to watch out for whatever tool she had hidden in there.

"Men and women of the TVA," Ravonna addressed them with an earnest tone, "I want to see all of you come back to the TVA HQ alive after this operation."

And Slyvie couldn't help but smile at that, because that's the exact opposite of what she's going to try and achieve: She was going to make sure that every last TVA agent here will die on this miserable rock.

"Move out!" The Judge ordered them to do so as she herself jogged off the makeshift platform to join one of the other squads.

Especially Ravonna- Sylvie was going to ensure that she dies here.

[Just outside Valkyrie's apartment]

Sylvie eyed the metal door to the apartment as she checked the straps of her black, ill-fitting Minuteman outfit.

At the end of this alien condominium's corridor, behind that non-descript metal door painted a dull green, was the target of her and the TVA's interest. The cause of one of the biggest Nexus Events in the Sacred Timeline's history was just in that room.

Sylvie pitied the poor sap.

With nineteen TVA Minutemen crowding the corridor, Sylvie was certain that regardless of whoever or whatever this thing was causing the Nexus Event to be- they weren't going to last long against all of these TVA goons. She doubted that she could have handled them herself if they had arrived with this large of a force in her own hideout.

There were even more Minutemen downstairs and in the neighboring skyscrapers- providing surveillance. The rest had holed up and fortified that warehouse that they had Time Doored into. Combined, this operation for a single variant was, without a shadow of a doubt, the largest operation she had ever witnessed the TVA undertake.

She didn't even know for certain who or what was causing the Nexus Event, and she didn't think it mattered.

Either the Variant puts up a fight and downs several Minutemen where she could help with killing a few more Minutemen, or it doesn't and she gets a free ride to TVA HQ. But she was truly hoping for the former to be true. Dead TVA personnel can only help her in the long run.

"C-20, how's that door hack coming along?" Hunter C-15, a dark-skinned woman who was their team leader, called out to the one who was busy hacking the door panel that led to their mystery Variant.

"Give me ten seconds." the petite and slender C-20 whispered back as she hacked the door access panel with her wrist-mounted Tempad. A constantly changing sequence of numbers holographically displayed over the door lock as she brute forced every possible combination with technology that was made possible by TVA technology.

C-15 only nodded in acknowledgement- a grim frown on her dark-skinned face.

"Everyone, weapons up. The Variant is inside that apartment. Set batons to lethal." she notified the rest of the Minutemen as she raised up her own TVA baton- making the tip glow orange.

The seventeen other Minutemen's batons lit up the corridor with similar orange glow on their tips.

"I've got it." C-20 announced before backing away from the door and readying her baton.

Sylvie raised her own TVA baton that she knew was capable of erasing someone from the Timeline with just a tap on its orange, glowing tip. Or if she was so inclined, the baton was also capable of slowing a person's time to 1/16th of the normal speed- making her target appear to move in slow motion.

This poor deviant wasn't going to stand a chance. But in the event that he did put up a fight, Sylvie was glad that she was at the very back of the formation- far away from any violence could possibly happen and with nineteen bodies between her and the variant.

With a hiss, the green metal door slid open, and a figure stepped forward- past the threshold of the recently opened doorway.

By the Nine Realms, did he look intimidating!

Armoured for war and armed for it too- clad as his seven foot tall form was head to toe in exotic armour.

His armour was made of some gargantuan creature's bones- the yellow-white of the bone plate somehow looked even more formidable than castle walls. Mysterious black metal trimmed each massive bone plate and covered whatever the bone did not with an expertly forged chainmail that would have had the dwarves of Nidavellir green with envy.

A great horned full helm made of the same bone and black metal covered his head. A dark shadow hid the giant's eyes while bone and metal and chainmail hid his features.

The heavy footsteps he made were accompanied by the scrambling footsteps of the Minutemen in the front, closest to the giant, staggering back. The batons in their hands were no doubt feeling puny in their hands compared to the wickedly spiked monster of a mace that the giant held in his hand.

Tar-black metal- almost a meter long and as thick as her thigh. Viciously spiked and flanged like a weapon out of a nightmare. Demonic faces inset with red jewels for eyes were molded all around the metal shaft- an expression of sadistic glee on their horridly fanged faces.

She could see how the others quaked in fear- recoiling in fear. And they weren't the only ones. The giant's mace. It was unnatural.

Just focusing her blue-green eyes on the grisly weapon made it feel like she was about to be mercilessly tortured and brutally violated. Her stolen black boots couldn't help but take a hesitant step back- away from the bone-clad giant and his cursed weapon of evil.

"By the- the order of the Timekeepers, you are hereby s-sentenced to erasure from the time stream, variant!" A TVA Minuteman in front declared right to the giant's face. This Minuteman was apparently the only one equipped with massive steel bollocks.

In response, the giant only rested his mace on his shoulder- the mere sight of cursed mace making her wince. Her panicking blue-green eyes glanced at her 'fellow Minutemen.' Was she the only one affected by that mace? Do they not see that it's made of pure evil?

But with her heart beating in her chest out of anxiety, she couldn't take it anymore. And at that moment, she was willing to put aside her life-long animosity with the TVA just long enough to banish that mace from existence.

"Prune him!" Sylvie- adrenaline coursing through her veins- shrieked aloud and goaded her meatshields on. She'd rather see him Pruned from the timestream than be in the presence of that cursed mace any longer.

"YEAH!" Her nineteen would-be compatriots roared in assent as four brave Minutemen- brandishing their TVA batons- lunged forward at the giant.

With a valorous cry, the four Minuteman jabbed the glowing orange tip of their TVA batons to the giant's midsection. The same standard-issue TVA baton that no being to her knowledge had ever been able to withstand being erased from the timestream. Four different TVA batons made contact with the bone plate and the chainmail- their glowing orange tips striking the bone with loud crisp taps of metal on bone.

They had won!

And Sylvie expected the bright sparkly wave of non-existence to claim the giant.

But long seconds passed, and all the TVA Minutemen in attendance could only look on with increasing dread as the TVA batons that had clearly made contact with the giant, failed to Prune him from the Timestream.

And then... the giant shouted.

"ZUN!"

It was like the lightning bolts of a great storm had formed a mouth to speak- its words rumbling through their bodies like rolling thunder. She felt the foreign magic pry open the grip she had on her own TVA baton- weakening her fingers under the force of the shout, followed by the magic yanking the baton out of her hand and sending it flying away.

And she was not alone- a full twenty TVA batons flew down the corridor where they clattered. Leaving only nineteen Minutemen and one disguised Sylvie Laufeydottir defenseless against the mage giant.

"Ah, the Time Variance Authority." The giant's deep voice boomed with idle amusement- having ignored the TVA's formidable Time-bending technology like they were but human children playing magic with piddly sticks. "I wonder how much your souls will be worth after I pulp your bodies for meat."

Sylvie 's blue-green eyes widened in grim realization: nineteen TVA Minutemen couldn't win against this giant, and neither could the rest of the TVA personnel that were stuck on this Gods-forsaken planet.

She took it all back- They were fucked.

And then the massacre began.

A metallic whoosh punctuated by the squealing of metal and the cracking of bone signalled the arrival of violence. The Minuteman's legs were pulped under the mace's swipe and his pained screams followed a second later, but by then, two more metallic whooshes howled out in the cramped corridor- followed by more painful screaming.

Sheer panicked desperation fueled the other Minutemen into action, roaring wildly as they tried to jab their TVA batons at the giant only for skulls and rib cages to collapse under the horrid mace's terrible strikes.

Despite the size of both the giant and the mace, he swung that titanic rod of cursed metal as if it weighed nothing. The massive instrument of cruelty whooshing through the air like a homing missile directly onto fragile limbs and bodies.

More and more screams began joining the chorus as the giant continued his relentless assault- bones crunching underneath every swing of his mace that became increasingly red with fresh blood. His other hand raised up as if he was about to cast a spell.

Sylvie thought it was a great time to run.

Turning on her heels, she tried to bolt, but the plan was cut short as she barely managed to stop in time from impaling herself on an icy wall of spikes. The entire corridor was blocked off by that barbed wall, and it was certainly not there when they had first arrived. The bright white and blue icicles jutted out in every angle as a pale mist of condensation wafted from them.

First, some kind of compulsion magic and now cryomancy? They were hopelessly outmatched right from the start!

Sylvie brought up her hands to try and use her own magic to shatter the ice. Shining green wisps of her magic began drifting off the black gloves that covered her hands as she poured more and more of her power into the ice. The blood-curdling screaming behind her was very good motivation to dig deep and apply every ounce of her magic to getting out of here alive.

"C'mon!" She grunted through gritted teeth as she exerted her magic to undo the giant's ice magic. Enchanting weak minds was her forte, not physical force. She had always thought this brutish use of good magic was beneath her.

And what was even with this ice?! She was the one with Frost Giant blood! The ice should be shattering by now! He couldn't be a Frost Giant himself, can he?

There! She saw an icicle wall start to crack, but a horrifying realization struck her: the whooshing and thumping of giant's mace had stopped. Leaving nothing but the anguished moans and cries of pain from the TVA Minutemen.

The glowing green lines of magic fizzled out from her shaking hands, and Sylvie felt a cold bead of sweat run down from her forehead and along the side of her face.

"Please, don't be right behind me. Please don't be right behind me." She couldn't help but mutter- almost in prayer- as she slowly turned around, and found the giant towering over her- a veritable wall of armoured bone and steel wielding that horrid black mace dripping wet with fresh blood. "Please…"

"... don't hurt me!" Sylvie shrieked as a gigantic bone-covered gauntlet shot forward and grabbed her by the lapels before lifting her off her feet and pushing her a few inches back… her unarmoured head and neck dangerously close to razor sharp icicles. "I'm not one of them!"

Her desperate shout came just in time, it seemed- the chill of the icy spikes behind her tickled the skin of her neck just under her shoulder-length blonde hair.

"Loki Laufeydottir." His voice rumbled with recognition like tumbling rocks, "I did not expect you to be here- working for the TVA."

And just like that, she had been found out.

Despite her best efforts to keep her identity hidden at all times during the long years of being a fugitive from the TVA, the giant had stated her name outright even before she had said ten words to him. Sylvie did not know how he recognised her by her face or by her magic, nor how he knew enough of her to address her by that particular name.

She would safely worry about that as soon as she wasn't about to be brutally murdered by the Frost Giant.

Candidly, Sylvie preferred simply enchanting people over talking and negotiating with them. But she could still do as such if she was properly motivated to do so- like say, her life depended on it? Then talk and negotiate, she shall.

"I'm not! I'm not working for the TVA." She appealed to him in her most reasonable and appeasing voice while simultaneously adopting her most innocent expression, "I was just infiltrating their strikeforce to sabotage their assassination attempt of you!"

'Please buy it. Please buy it. Please buy it.' Sylvie repeated the thought in her head. She had no wish for it to end like this- not even from fighting the TVA, but from a fellow enemy of the TVA.

"Were you now?" the giant replied in a musing tone- suspicious and not quite buying her statement as a whole truth; but he hadn't impaled her skull on an icicle, and she'd happily count that as a major victory.

"Yes!" Sylvie nodded eagerly with an easy smile- letting her smooth and definitely innocent-sounding feminine voice do the magic for once, "Our interests even align quite well in fact! We both hold no love for the TVA- I can even tell you where one of their leaders are!"

"Here? On Sakaar?" the bone-clad giant clarified as he pulled her closer to his helm, and- more importantly to Sylvie- farther away from the razor sharp jagged wall of icicles.

He was aware of the TVA, but did not know that he was the center of a Sigma-Class Nexus Event? How interesting.

Regardless, that morsel of information about the Ravonna-btich being present planetside seemed to interest him greatly. Perhaps she wasn't the only one with a grudge against the TVA Judge. Yes, she can work with that nicely; perhaps even work this giant to her favour.

"Yes, she's here." Sylvie immediately confirmed, jumping at the chance that the giant might be inclined to murder the bitch, "I can even give you the address of their outpost if you'd like!"

"She?" He echoed in a tone of voice that told Sylvie that he knew of Ravonna as well.

"Ravonna Renslayer, the TVA Judge?" Sylvie offered up the name as a freebie in a conversational tone, "Curly hair, slightly shorter than me, wears that Dutiful Frown of Self-righteousness?"

She couldn't see the look in his eyes, and his body language was unreadable as well. But the way that the giant let her stand on her own feet again was a big relief- he must have recognized the name Ravonna Renslayer. Though she wasn't in the clear just yet- the unyielding bone-armoured fist that gripped her by her lapel had not yet released her.

But Sylvie knew that she just needed a bit more before gaining his trust.

"If you'll just bring me to a map of the city, I can point you to the building that she's in." She offered while flashing him her friendliest smile- hoping the giant will take her offer, and in doing so, rid her of the TVA bitch.

And while he's busy breaking the bitch's spine in half, Sylvie will just swipe a TemPad from one of the fallen Minutemen and make her escape. Her current one was dangerously low on power.

"Have you been there?" He gruffly questioned her. And Sylvie didn't like where this line of thought was heading. If she said yes, he would insist on taking her along and possibly dispose of her after her usefulness to her expired.

"No, but I do know where it is." She lied as easily as other people breathed.

The giant only grunted in response and Sylvie found one of her blue-green eyes staring at the razor-sharp tip of his mace's bloody spike slowly approaching it- aiming to gouge out her right eye.

"WAIT! YES, I WAS!" She immediately admitted just as the spike was a bare centimeter or two from her eyeball.

"You will take me there." He told her simply, the spike unmoving from its place until he extracted an agreement from her.

"I will." Sylvie readily agreed- if it meant that she wasn't going to lose an eye then she'd readily agree to anything.

Her response was enough to convince the giant- dipping his helmeted head in a slight nod as he pulled back his mace away from her eye and made the cursed weapon disappear with a gesture.

But before Sylvie could breathe a sigh of relief. His hand came back to undo the strap of her armour- moving it away, and making her look on in confusion. The fist grabbing her by the lapel suddenly yanked to the side- popping the first two buttons of her stolen TVA uniform and exposing her bare pale shoulder.

"Wait, what are you doi- Argh!" Sylvie asked just before being cut off by the giant biting down on the flesh of her shoulder hard enough to draw blood. She felt his tongue lap at the wound once or twice before he pulled back.

"Sealing the deal." He answered simply as he pulled back from her shoulder- making her hiss as the cool air licked at her fresh bite wound.

"Should I bite your shoulder back?" Sylvie grunted- snarking back with more than a little discomfort. As a former Asgardian, she cursed whichever barbaric backwater settlement the giant came from that thought it was a good idea to bite someone's shoulder to seal an agreement.

"Heh, maybe later." He chuckled gruffly before placing a hand on her bare shoulder where the bite mark was.

His hand and her shoulder began glowing a soft glow like the morning light at the start of a long vacation. She could feel the flesh knitting from where he bit her. Not only that, but even that slight ache she had from falling asleep in an odd position was remedied by the light.

And as he removed his hand from her shoulder, Sylvie could only race a confused brow at the sight of pristine fair skin where the bite mark once was. Not only ice magic, but also healing magic as well. And Sylvie couldn't help but voice her thoughts.

"You can enchant people's weapons to fly from their hands, you have control over ice, and you can heal people's wounds… Just who are you?" she couldn't help but ask out loud- an actually honest tone of confusion in her voice.

"My name is Hevnokren, and I'll explain later... If I feel like explaining." He responded as he turned- fearlessly showing his back to her as if she wasn't even a threat to him anymore. He stepped over the broken bodies of the TVA Minutemen and began walking back to the room.

Sylvie couldn't help but not care for them. But she did note with a frown that the giant, now named Hevnokren, had somehow already looted all the Tempads already.

"I took a ten minute shower and you've already killed seventeen people?" An amused voice called out to Hevnokren from the room, and Sylvie had to peer around his armoured bulk to see who his friend was.

Her blue-green eyes widened at who she saw- definitely not expecting someone like her.

Leaning casually against the doorway of the room was a valkyrie of all people- clad in her ceremonial gray and white armor plated with the gold alloy of Asgard's armies, a heroic blue cape draped across her back. Her earthy brown eyes twinkled with mild amusement as they surveyed the broken bodies of the Minutemen and the blood-splattered form of the giant.

Sylvie thought the Valkyries had all been wiped out- to see one before her in the flesh.

"I also made a new ally." The giant, now named Hevnokren, told the Valkyrie as he introduced her, "This is Loki Laufeydottir, adopted daughter of Odin."

At the mention of her father, the valkyrie glowered- her brown eyes flashing with a dark emotion.

"I can't care less about Asgard and Odin." Valkyrie coldly remarked, "I'm only wearing this armour because it's still the best one I've got, and I'd rather my insides remain inside for the remainder of our busy week."

The valkyrie went silent after that, her brown eyes staring into the distance for a few seconds before she let out a frustrated sigh and turned her brown eyes to her. Slyvie couldn't help but raise a blonde eyebrow at the display.

What did her father do to alienate a warrior from one of his most loyal and formidable forces?

"Still, I'm not about to hold it against you." the raven-haired valkyrie scoffed, before walking past Hevnokren and right up to Sylvie. Her earthy brown eyes appraised her for a moment before she grinned with an easy smile.

"Brunhilde, former Valkyrie. The best damn professional alcoholic slaver and/or bounty hunter- also alcoholic- this side of the galaxy." She introduced herself as she extended a hand.

"A... pleasure." Sylvie replied- unable to keep the tone of cool amusement out of her voice as she shook hands.

"It seems I have yet to tell you what has transpired in Asgard since your departure from service." Hevnokren mused before running his eyes up and down her gray-white-gold armour approvingly. "Still, that's a nice look. Remind me later to enchant that armour for you."

"You can imbue armour with magic now?" Sylvie noted in an disbelieving tone, yet amused tone, "Are you sure you're not a Dwarf from Nidavellir?"

But internally, she was feeling worried. The more she learned about him, the less wise it seemed to try and escape from this powerful sorcerer. Her mother had trained her in some magics back in Asgard, but a full magical education was something she did not have.

More worrying was the phantom ache that was still radiating on her shoulder where he bit her. Sylvie did not know what type of magical pact she had struck with him, but from how unconcerned he was of her… she would say that it was the magically binding kind. The type that would be enforced with her soul's possible annihilation should she attempt to break her promise of guiding him to Ravonna.

How troublesome.

"But down to business. Valkyrie. Loki." Hevnokren's deep voice called to them- pulling her out of her scheming before continuing, "We will be taking detours to kill TVA teams on the way to Ravonna."

"Please stop calling me that. It's Sylvie now." She explained as she looked up to meet him eye-to-eye, her soft voice in a patient tone- for now. "Also, I'm not immune to the Pruning effects of TVA batons like you are, so if you don't mind... I'll- as they say- sit this one out."

Hevnokren's facial expression was hidden behind his full helmet, but Sylvie did get the feeling that he was amused by her attempt to stay away from the fighting. Reaching behind his back, he pulled out a full staff from… somewhere and offered it to her.

Her blue-green eyes were quick to take in the sight. A brown wood-like shaft with a floating metal orb at the head that glowed blue with foreign sigils.

"Here, take this then." He continued- extending the staff out to her, "This is the Staff of Magnus, it should help with the performance anxiety."

"Where did you ge-" Sylvie began to ask him just before her gloved right hand gripped the staff, and she lost all words as her eyes went wide and her jaw slackened in awe.

It was like her magic suddenly lit up in equal parts joy and power. The staff magnified her magic to levels she did not know possible. Power rushed through her veins and arteries like raging rapids- bringing life and power to every fibre of her being. The sheer rush of energy that excited her magic- it felt like she could wave aside the entirety of the TVA with just a half-hearted gesture.

Whatever this 'Staff of Magnus' was. It was simply begging her to use it, and she did so wanted to oblige.

A deep rumbling sound reached her ears and Sylvie recognised it to be Hevnokren chuckling in amusement.

"That much power… it feels good, doesn't it?" He stated in a knowing tone, and the answer was obvious to Sylvie.

Yes, it definitely was.

He knew it. She knew it. Even the Valkyrie was looking at her with a knowing smirk. The look on her own face must have been one of awe… or arousal. But what they did not know was just how good this sort of power felt for her- to someone who had spent her entire life running- to someone who had always lacked power.

Sylvie felt like she could take the TVA on head on with the same brutish use of magic that she had once denigrated. But now? With every nerve in her body tingling with power? With her very soul alight with a raging force that begged her to unleash it?

She realised what a fool she was to turn her nose up against such methods.

"Well then, since you seem to be… eager to use that staff..." Hevnokren began- his grin of sadistic anticipation audible even through his helm, "lead us to where the other TVA squads are, then we can take out Ravonna."

"Of course." Sylvie replied with a matching grin of sadistic anticipation as she gripped this 'Staff of Magnus' tightly- her supercharged magic crackled within her with every step she took.

This will be enjoyable for her.

Sylvie liked to think that the first squad of TVA Minutemen to greet them on the ground floor were lucky: Their deaths were quick.

As soon as those elevator doors opened, she blasted out of the head of the Staff of Magnus a continuous lightning bolt of green magic - curving unnaturally in the air and whipping about like some tentacle made of pure magic. The first Minuteman didn't even know what hit him before the green lightning bolt impacted against his face and reduced him into a shrivelled corpse still garbed in his Minuteman uniform.

"The variant is here! Prune her!" One of them shouted out in alarm as he foolishly charged her, only for his dried-up dead body to fall to the metal flooring with a single blast of Sylvie's magic.

The meagre magical energies of the TVA Minutemen's feeble magical potential drained in the first second before their lifeforce was drained next. And Sylvie felt her own magic slurp up the energy- empowering her magic with more and more power. It was like the Staff of Magnus was a world-class chef. She herself was the guest. And the TVA Minutemen were her ten-course meal.

And their souls were delicious.

Every brutal whip-like crack of the green magical lightning tentacle left only desiccated corpses. And that was only exacerbated by Hevnokren and Brunhilde joining the fray. His mace and her sword arcing through the air before finding their mark on various Minutemen- mowing them down like wheat.

Five corpses. Then eight. Then fifteen. There was no stopping them as she whipped the crackling lightning tentacle like a whip. Every attempt to use those TVA batons of theirs were denied by the sheer range that she had over them.

And soon there were only two Minutemen left.

"Well, that's a new way of using the Staff of Magnus." Hevnokren commented- his massive form in a crouched position as he began looting the corpses. "Regardless, finish them quickly so we can move on."

But Sylvie paid him no mind, because after all...

"AHAHAHAHA! Witness the power of a god!"

...She was too busy cackling madly. The rush of power was something she had never felt ever before. The ability to effortlessly sweep them all aside was intoxicating. And her enemies knew it too, seeing as all two remaining Minutemen turned tail and began to run.

But Sylvie didn't feel like leaving survivors today though, so she pushed more of her magic into the Staff of Magnus.

With a single wave of her new staff, she enchanted them. Their black-armoured forms halting mid-stride and standing stiff like a pair of boards even as the rest of their squad was being killed with every wave of Sylvie's new staff.

Once, it took her too much magical energy to do so at a distance- much less cast such a spell on two targets, but now with the Staff of Magnus heightening her power and feeding her the energies of her enemies. She could do it as much as she pleased.

"Call the other teams for backup. Tell them that the Variant has been gravely injured, has retreated back into this skyscraper and you need aid to clear room to room…" She casually ordered them- letting them pick up their Tempads and contact the Ravonna-bitch herself to call for backup.

"Do we really want them alerted that we took out one of their lookout squads?" The valkyrie asked Hevnokren out loud while aiming narrowed eyes in her general direction.

Sylvie was going to explain herself, but he beat her to it.

"Yes, I think it's a good call. I'd prefer bringing them to us." Hevnokren agreed as he continued looting corpses. "It's better than going out there and hunting them down ourselves."

"Simple and devious. I like it." Brunhilde conceded with a nod as she casually wiped her sword clean of blood. "After that? Not all of their squads will come to fall for this trap, so we'll need to hunt them down. Their base of operations also needs to be trashed."

"We need to kill them all fast or they'll scatter and hide in the crowd like rats." Hevnokren all but demanded- his deep voice in a stern tone, "I'd rather not have the unbelievable headache that is rogue time travelling technology circulating in the black market when I rule this planet."

"Why don't we split duties then? You leave the main outpost and Ravonna to me while you two handle the remaining squads." Sylvie reassured her two new allies.

Left unspoken was Sylvie's intent on breaking the TVA Judge which Sylvie hoped her two new compatriots- specifically Hevnokren would approve of.

"Very well, you can toy with Ravonna on the condition that I'll be the one to kill her." Hevnokren casually agreed as he disappeared the last of the looted tempads and reset charges. "And you'll owe me a favour. That is… if you can handle her."

"Deal." She readily agreed- brushing aside the concern that she wouldn't be able to handle a dozen or so TVA swine.

The valkyrie wasn't as confident though- her brown eyes looking at her with mild suspicion.

"Hev? It's only been fifteen minutes since we've met her. Are you sure about trusting her with that?" Brunhilde asked, her gaze shifting from the giant to her every so often- she clearly didn't trust her yet. A wise move- Sylvie wouldn't trust herself too.

"And it's only been four hours since I've met you- and I." the bone-clad giant coolly rebutted as he rifled through the pockets of the dead Minutemen, "I'll explain why I'm unconcerned about that later on- if I feel like it. But for now, just don't worry about Loki, she's very well motivated to kill the TVA."

"Well, if you're that sure about this." The valkyrie hesitantly conceded as she took a swig from a beer bottle, "I think we'll be a more effective team if I went with her."

"No, my plan will work best alone." Sylvie immediately denied.

"Fine, if you insist on going alone, take this." Hevnokren strode to her, took her hand in his heavily armoured one and pushed a beautiful gold ring onto her palm. The green emerald inset into the polished gold glittered magnificently in the light while the graceful faux-Norse detailing that ran all around the ring only made it even more breathtaking. It was a legendary piece of craftsmanship that much was for certain.

Her own blue-green eyes looked up at him with a sly smirk on her pink lips.

"Is this for good luck or are you attempting to woo me with jewelry?" she coyly teased- stepping closer into his personal space and almost resting her chin on his bone chestplate before saying, "If it's the latter, then I must say that this is a good start."

"A Magicka ring that I forged and enchanted. It's a ring that should increase your magical capacity for as long as you wear it." He explained in a nonchalant tone as if fabricating artifacts of great power was as normal as cooking breakfast to him.

"That's even better..." She muttered at a loss for words while blinking dumbly. But that didn't stop her from hurriedly taking off her black TVA glove so that she could put the ring on. First the Staff of Magnus and now a ring. At this rate, she may just stay with Hevnokren just for the perks.

With hands shaking in anticipation, Sylvie slipped the gold-emerald ring on and she couldn't help but stumble a bit as she felt her magic almost double in potential. A giddy shiver ran up and down her body at how her magic lit up in delight (and how she came a little).

"Do not let even one of them escape."

"I can do that for you, along with another promise." Sylvie tutted with a wicked smile, "That TVA bitch won't like what I have in store for her."

Ravonna Renslayer was going to wish she didn't live to see tomorrow.

[Two hours later]Ravonna Renslayer sighed in relief. It would seem that she was going to live for another day.

In the relative safety of their makeshift outpost in this alien warehouse, she swept her eyes across the wide open space where the two dozen hardened survivors of this disastrous op had gathered. Out of the seven dozen that had arrived on this miserable rock, only they were left.

Guarding the entrances with grim eyes, nursing their wounds or sitting against the wall asleep from exhaustion. This op took a toll on them all.

And though, it was tragic that she couldn't say the same for a lot of her subordinates. What she was left with were hardened veteran Minutemen. The sight of so many black and red uniforms of the TVA Minutemen reassured her that this long day was now at a close. All that was left to do was Prune this Variant that had killed so many of them.

Her dark brown eyes glared at the prisoner that had the gall to not only stand tall, but also smile like she did. A smirking blonde with blue-green eyes that twinkled with mischief- this Variant couldn't have been any taller than she was, and yet she managed to kill so many of her troops. And to add insult to injury, the Variant was even disguised as one of her own TVA Minuteman.

Ravonna narrowed her eyes at the sight- somewhere out there was one of her subordinates' bodies- stripped naked and of their dignity. The utter gall of this Variant could not be understated.

Despite the strange ornamental staff that her Minutemen had oddly allowed her to keep hold of, the Variant didn't look so tough now flanked by two Minutemen and with a chronokinetic collar around her neck.

"Variant," she addressed her- voice resounding throughout the warehouse, "by direct order of the Timekeepers, I hereby sentence you to be Pruned from the Timeline."

"My name is Sylvie Laufeydottir. I wonder if you still remember me." the Variant introduced herself, a hardened edge in her voice as blue-green eyes narrowed in anger. "I was that little girl that stole your tempad and ran away from before the Judge."

"You…" Ravonna hissed with narrowed brown eyes.

Of course she remembered this brat. It was one of the few truly notable black marks in her service record. After all, how could her superiors entrust her with more responsibility when she couldn't even detain a little girl? That fiasco stalled her career for decades.

"Yes, I was the same one who you kidnapped from her home before erasing it from existence." The girl, now a grown woman, affirmed with a frown, "Did you feel like a big hero back then? Dragging a little girl away from her toys, collaring her and destroying her home?"

"It was the right thing to do. Don't you understand what we accomplish at the TVA?" Ravonna responded with more than a hint of condescension like she was talking to an idiot child asking stupid questions. Which she certainly felt appropriate for this conversation.

"We preserve ALL of reality." She made certain to stress- nice and slow for the Variant, "And by your very existence, you threatened everything and everyone from every existence. And if it isn't clear enough for you, that 'everyone' also includes you."

Ravonna turned to the two Minutemen holding the Variant and gave them a curt nod.

"Prune her." Ravonna sighed with a roll of her eyes. It's been a long day- she was done arguing with the short-sighted.

"Prune, don't prune." the Variant mocked, her smooth voice dripping with contempt and disgust, "You have never even attempted to find an alternative, didn't you? Why would you when it wasn't your homes and families you were torn apart from!?"

"Your ignorance and selfishness only makes this easier. Just prune her." Ravonna snapped at the three Minutemen that were restraining the Variant.

"That isn't possible anymore, I'm afraid." the Variant muttered darkly.

And suddenly, the entire warehouse was filled with the sound of fighting. Whipping her gaze around, Ravonna could only gape as Minuteman turned on Minuteman as a full half of her remaining forces turned on the other. A brutal bar brawl had broken out amongst the ranks, and as she saw one Minuteman lift up another high over his head before slamming him down head first with a brutal crack…

She could see that one half was the one winning, and she had a feeling that it wasn't hers.

"Enchantment." The Variant explained curtly with a fox-like smile, "My mother discovered that I had a knack for it, and encouraged me to study it under her tutelage, but it was your Minutemen that gave me a chance to actually practice this magic."

"It was straining me to control this many people at once. But thankfully…" She trailed off just as she raised her staff- a fork of green lightning blasting out from the head of her staff and to a pair of her Minutemen. Ravonna could only look on in horror as their flesh shrivelled up to mummy-like husks before collapsing dead on the floor,

The Variant turned back to her with a sinister smile on her pink lips, "...I have all the energy I need right here."

Ravonna had seen a lot over her decades of service, and she knew when she was out matched. With Time Doors no longer functioning, she would have begun running like hell if not for one detail: The trio of Minutemen that were restraining the Variant simply stopped and let go of the smirking blonde.

Immediately after, they charged at her- their armoured bodies tackling her to the ground in a dogpile and holding her down.

"Snap out of it! You're Minutemen of the Time Variance Authority!" She shrieked as they wordlessly held her down. She grunted and huffed as she tried to squirm her free of their grip. But she was not superhuman, so throwing off three of her men with a combined weight at almost 400 pounds was beyond her.

But Ravonna had that one last ace up her sleeve.

A weapon from one of the secure storage vaults in the TVA HQ that she had requisitioned for 'study.'

The only reason why she hadn't pulled it out sooner was that this 'ace' was liable to cause a massive Nexus Event that could make the Sacred Timeline spiral out of control. She'd be causing the very thing she had sworn to prevent- endangering the Sacred Timeline for her own means.

But she had little choice now.

Sometimes you had to break the law to prevent an even bigger crime from occuring. It can't be any worse than this Zeta-class Nexus event that this Variant-bitch caused, and it was more than likely that the Variant will go on to cause more Nexus events after this should she go unstopped.

If this ace of hers caused a Nexus event, she'll gladly prune herself.

"I wish I didn't have to use this, but you leave me no choice!" She growled out at the Variant just as her hand managed to slip out of the enchanted Minuteman's grip long enough for her to plunge into her hat bag that was clipped to the side of her pants. Her scrambling fingers found their grip around the definitely non-regulation item.

And with an errant twitch of her will, a massive burst of cosmic energy sent arcs of blue light exploding from her body, and throwing the Variant off her feet. The three Minutemen holding her down were less lucky: They were eradicated from existence as every atom in their bodies disappeared in a flash of blue light and black smoke.

Bright blue light lit up the dim warehouse interior as she pulled out her hand from her hat bag.

But gone was the standard issue black glove of the TVA uniform; instead, a metallic black and red gauntlet encased her hand, and on the back of her steely armoured hand, glittering like a blue star, was a brilliant stone of immense power. The electric-like crackle of power arced from the stone- shooting across her twitching armoured digits.

"What... " The Variant groaned from her place on the metal flooring of the warehouse- no doubt nursing bruised ribs. "...was THAT?"

"It's the Tesseract. One of the six Infinity Stones that exists in every variation of the Sacred Timeline." Ravonna explained as she aimed her clenched fist to the stumbling Variant. "In another time, in another life. You would have wielded the Tesseract in a bid to rule Earth."

"You would have failed in that attempt." Ravonna gave a cruel smile of fake-pity at the Variant. "Just as you'll fail now."

"No, I won't!" the Loki shouted back- green magic enveloping her staff.

With a roar of unknowable energies, a wrist-thick beam of blue light brighter than the sun shot from the gauntlet's stone and headed straight for the Variant.

But the beam was met by a counter-force from the Variant.

Green lightning that shot from the head of her staff and the energy beam from one of the greatest powers in the Timeline was stopped dead in its tracks by the Variant's staff. And to Ravonna's surprise, the green lightning started to push back- eating at the Tesseract's beam and coming closer to her.

And for a brief moment, Ravonna thought it was all over for her. But...

"Aaagggghhh!" the blonde woman screamed as her staff clattered to the floor- blue and green lightning arcing across her body- the smooth pale skin of her face seeming to have cracked under the strain of the energies.

Ravonna shook her head in relief as she watched the Loki writhe painfully on the ground: she should have expected this to happen.

"You had me worried for a second there," she admitted to the still twitching woman, "but I guess Lokis will always be destined to fail."

She aimed her gauntlet at the fallen Variant and just as she was about to blast her into atoms...

"FUS!"

An explosion of something boomed right beside her. Ravonna didn't know what hit her, but it did send her tumbling across the floor like a rock skipping across water.

Groaning, she felt the bruises all over her body forming already, but still she staggered up to her feet. It didn't matter- with the Tesseract, she'll still overpower whatever reinforcements the Loki had swindled into her service. At least that's what she thought as she looked up.

A gargantuan bipedal dragon stood almost 4 meters tall at the spot where she had just been standing. Its armoured form plated with lustrous silverish metal that gleamed in the light. Meanwhile, the Valkyrie in gray and gold armour tended to the Loki-Variant.

"She says she's fine, Hev." She called out over the pained groans of the Loki-Variant.

But of course, Ravonna was more concerned and struck with hesitation at the sight of the dragon man. In all her years regulating the timeline, she had never seen such a thing before.

Regardless, she gathered up her nerve. After all, It didn't matter how intimidating the dragon man was. An Infinity Stone is more than enough to deal with most beings in this Timeline. Raising up her hand, she aimed the… bare hand at her new enemy.

Her brown eyes widened in shock at the absence of the gauntlet.

"An Infinity Gauntlet." The rumbling voice of the dragon man mused- the black and red gauntlet held between two of its massive sword-like claws as its glowing blue eyes appraised it. "Not a Thanos one, nor a Stark one, but a Hydra one? How incredibly non-canon and very interesting. Certainly par for course when dealing with TVA shenanigans. It begs the question why you didn't distribute such equipment, unless..."

And with a casual little toss, the gauntlet simply disappeared into nonexistence like a bubble popping into thin air.

"...that device wasn't sanctioned by the Timekeepers." he stated in a matter-of-fact tone as his heavy footsteps stomped closer to her. "Isn't that right, Ravonna Renslayer of the Time Variance Authority?"

Gritting her teeth, Ravonna knew that she had lost the battle, but she could still win this war. He knew of the TVA and the Timekeepers. He knew of their cause and still chose to go against them, but that didn't mean that he was unreasonable or suicidal. Maybe she could still reason with him?

"If that Variant survives, this entire timeline, with you and everything you cherish, will be destroyed!" She shouted her plea to him from across the distance that she had been thrown from, "Help me save this entire timeline and Prune her now!"

"Oh? You think Loki is the Variant that caused this?" The dragon man asked rhetorically- his rumbling voice sounding like he was amused by her pleading. His large shadow enveloped her as he stopped right in front of her- forcing her to crane her neck almost straight up to meet his glowing on his silvery, armoured head.

With a cruel laugh, his massive claws wrapped around her midsection as if she was but a doll- lifting her a few meters up in the air so that they were face to face.

"No." He growled at her with vicious relish, "My name is Hevnokren and I'm the temporal anomaly that you were charged with hunting down."

And wasn't that a shock to her- to realise that there was no hope to begin with. She had lost, and now, she was going to die at the hands of this dragon man and his Loki-Variant pet.

"You reckless idiots!" Ravonna couldn't help but cry out as she vainly struggled in his metallic grip, "You've irrevocably altered the timeline! You've doomed us all!"

"No, I haven't- not yet. But I certainly will." This Hevnokren man responded with a sadistic grin- showing wide rows of jagged teeth the size of steak knives, "Now, Ravonna. You will tell me everything you know about this TVA operation and this timeline."

Ravonna bared her teeth at that.

"Do you really think that I'll betray the TVA that eas-"

"GOL!"

…

"Where do you want me to start? TVA operations or this timeline?" Ravonna offered as she ceased her pointless struggling. Doing as he says was easier anyway. It wasn't like she had anything to fight him with: Without their equipment, TVA personnel were just baseline humans after all.

And in her mind, that notion was vindicated when he gently placed her back down on her own two feet and he transformed from a freakishly huge dragon man to a merely a huge man in bone armour. He wordlessly beckoned her to follow him to the chair that she had used to command her squads from- right by a large table and a physical map laid out on it.

The metal chair creaked under the considerable strain of his armoured body.

"Start by wrapping those breasts with my cock between them, then tell us about TVA operations." This man named Hevnokren ordered her as he detached his bone codpiece, causing the hefty and already hard member to sway in the air.

For her part, Ravonna thought it was a perfectly reasonable request and she didn't see any reason to disobey. Her hands reached up to undo the straps of her TVA plate armour- unclasping them with crisp snaps and gently sitting the armour on the table. Left with just her two piece suit uniform, she undid her red tie and unbuttoned the black suit jacket, followed by the buttons of the white button down underneath.

Ravonna went to take both of them off, but her master simply slashed her sports bra down along the cleavage- letting her C-cup breasts bounce free in the air.

"Nice. Now get those chocolate puppies to work." the armoured man commented as he reached out to give her breasts an appreciative squeeze- the hard bone armour of his hands cool on her bare breasts.

Kneeling in between his bone greaves, she wrapped the smooth dark chocolate orbs around his large shaft. Ravonna couldn't recall how long it was since she'd been intimate with someone. After all, she had been a career-focused woman for how many decades now.

"You can use magic to enchant people?" Ravonna heard the Loki-variant grunt as she sat down across the map table- clearly still in pain from absorbing that blast from the Tesseract, "More importantly, must you really use that power for sexual favours?"

Ravonna didn't mind giving out sexual favours if the recipient was Hevnokren. She began to move her breasts up and down along the shaft- she took pride in how well she had taken care of her skin over the years. The creamy smoothness of her dark skin must be unbearably good on his hard shaft.

"If you have a problem with how I'm using her, you're welcome to take her place while she explains, Loki." He taunted the Loki-Variant- who banged her fist against the metal table in protest.

Ravonna would have preferred if she didn't. She was enjoying giving him a boobjob- the way her darkly coloured nipples brushed against his shaft was making the sports panties that she wore underneath her uniform progressively wet for the first time in far too long.

"I'll pass, and my name is Sylvie." Ravonna heard the Loki-Variant ground out in a frustrated voice.

"You'll only be Sylvie until you prove yourself different from all the other Lokis." He deflected the blonde's complaint with scoff as he reached down to idly tweak her bare nipples between the hard surface of his gauntlets. The action sent sparks of pleasure running up and down her spine- she didn't remember herself being this sensitive before!

The Loki-Variant seemed to groan in disgust.

"And what are the 'other Lokis' like exactly that I must distinguish myself from them?" the blonde muttered petulantly.

Being a consistent failure was the first and foremost quality that Ravonna had in mind. The second was being a lying, manipulative and traitorous little snake. She was sure that the Loki-Variant wouldn't have been able to perform a titjob on Hevnokren without attempting to stab him in the back at least once.

"Your counterparts may have some good points, but not that many." She heard Hevnokren scoff at the Variant's ignorance of how incredibly notorious Lokis were. "I'll let Ravonna here explain things."

Feeling his gaze on her, Ravonna looked up- her earth brown eyes met Hevnokren's blood red ones as he looked down to between his legs where she was dutifully servicing him with her breasts.

"Start talking." He commanded.

And so, she did.

With her breasts still wrapped and sliding around his cock, Ravonna told them all about the TVA. From the general layout of TVA HQ to the panicked, hurried reaction of the Timekeepers. To the massive Zeta-class Nexus Event. To the scrambling of every able-bodied TVA operative. To the interdiction of the Time Doors that made it impossible to use them.

There was a lot to say, but they had a lot of time.

Ravonna could only listen to the reactions of the Loki-Variant and the valkyrie: mostly expletives.

Still, her earthy brown eyes looked to the incredibly thick meaty pole that she was currently pleasuring with her bare breasts- her dark chocolate nipples brushing against the shaft every so often. She honestly couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd last been intimate.

Her panties started to feel slick with her arousal as she began enumerating through the series of events that led them here. And it was only when she was almost through explaining the TVA that she was able to see their reactions. Mainly because Hevnokren lifted her off her knees, rested her face down on the table.

"Your tits were nice, but they- much like your story- were getting boring." Hevnokren explained to her offhandedly as his large gauntleted hand yanked her pants down along with her red sports panties to expose the wet lips of her long neglected womanhood to the cool air of the warehouse.

It was slightly embarrassing how soaked she had become, but she really couldn't help that she had been focused on her career for the past few decades. And as he rested that intimidatingly thick tip against her leaking, flushed-pink opening.

"Hey, Sylvie." Hevnokren called out with his rumbling voice before tossing his phone to the Loki-Variant, "Take this and start recording."

The Loki-Variant caught the phone and began tapping on it as she exclaimed with a too-happy chuckle, "You're right! Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because you're a short-sighted, arrogant little pain in the ass who exists for the sole reason for other people to look good." Ravonna responded almost immediately to the rhetorical question.

"Hev! Did you make her say that?" The blonde squawked with indignation as her blue-green eyes settled on Hevnokren with a pointed look.

"I'm only Willing her to say the truth. Or at least how she sees it." the dragon man shrugged. Ravonna saw those blue-green eyes turned to meet her own brown ones.

"I see." She muttered with her pink lips curled in a vicious smile. "Hev? Don't be gentle."

"Screw you too, you Loki-bitch." Ravonna managed to retort just before Hevnokren's hand slapped across her bare ass cheeks, "Aagghh!."

"Music to my ears." Ravonna heard the blonde chirp happily, all while she herself was groaning from the pain as he lapped against the bite he just made.

Then Hevnokren sank the biggest, thickest cock she had ever seen into her wet folds in a single brutal thrust that had made the table skid an inch forward across the floor. The screech of metal dragging across the floor was only matched in loudness by her own scream of pleasure as the fat cockhead slammed against depths that nothing had ever reached before.

"Ohh Fffuccck~!" She couldn't help but scream as she came just from penetration- squeezing down her inner walls around the throbbing and incredibly hot pillar of man meat that filled every nook and cranny of her soaking wet cunt.

"Lazy slut, your mouth isn't occupied. So, keep talking." He chided her just as his hand met her ass cheek with a loud meaty slap. Followed by another and another- the sting of each one making her inner walls clamp down around his incredible cock.

"Mmmm!" Ravonna could only moan out. "Spanking is one of my turn ons, Hevnokren. I also like it when-"

"I meant information about this timeline." He corrected her with another firm slap on her ass. "Start talking about that!"

Then without starting slow or even a warning, his hips pistoned at full speed as he started fucking her with no restraint- burying himself deep into her quim only to drag it back out at an angle to stir around in her before sinking all the way back in with enough force to get her nipples slide across the surface of the table as her C-cups jiggled from the fucking.

How could she not talk?

And so she talked and she moaned. She talked about the timeline, the events that she thought pertinent to someone like him, the events that interested her like those of the Avengers and of Asgard, the locations of the Infinity Stones and where they were right now. Then she couldn't help herself…

"Please! Harder! Fuck me harder!" She pleaded- looking over her shoulder to meet his blood red eyes.

That action earned her an even firmer spank to her ass along with him fulfilling her wish. Hammering into her with his hips slapping against her increasingly sensitive and raw ass cheeks.

"Aaahaaahhnnn YESSSSS~!" She screamed with rapturous relish as she once again came around his massive cock- she couldn't even remember how long it's been since she came hard and squirted onto the warehouse floor.

How many cold nights across the many decades in the TVA had she spent just holed up in her office- falling asleep on her couch?

And yet, now...

Each womb-pounding thrust filling her up like nothing before. Each time he'd go on the back stroke making her feel so empty inside. Each time the ridge of his fat cockhead would scrape against her wet folds and across every sensitive spot that she had.

And she couldn't help but cum. Over and over again. Pushing back as much as she could to try and coax him to shoot his no doubt enormous load right in the back of her thirsting pussy.

"Oh fuck, Hev! Please cum in me! CUM I-INSIDE!" She desperately shouted- all too eager to have his hot seed filling her up as she hurtled to yet another incredible orgasm. Hell, she wouldn't it if he wanted to-

Then whatever mind control he had done to her wore off.

And suddenly, she was back to living in a world where Hevnokren was not her friend and certainly not her lover. She was back to a world where she had definitely not consented to getting fucked by him while sharing all the deep dark secrets of the TVA.

"Please! Stop!" She begged as her fingers scrabbled for a grip on the surface of the table, desperately trying to get away. But a solid vice-like grip on her head by Hevnokren's unyielding bone gauntlets simply slammed her head against the metal surface.

"What's a matter, you TVA-bitch?" the Loki-Variant taunted with a bark of laughter as she sat back with a beer in hand, "You were begging him to cum inside you just a few seconds ago. Did all those orgasms melt what little brains you had left?"

"I can make it go away, Ravonna." Hevnokren reassured in his deep voice, slowing down just enough for her to hear him over the wet, meaty slaps and the moist sliding sounds, "I could just enchant you again and you'll be back to enjoying it."

"NO! Anything but that." She shrieked- shaking her head. She didn't want her mind taken from her.

"Then I'll just cum inside you, Ravonna." His voice rumbled, as he once again picked up the pace. She could feel his hot thick cock throbbing in her, and she knew that he was getting close. She shouldn't be coming.

Then his hand slipped under her belly and down to her swollen pink nub atop her slit. And she immediately came at the contact- rocketed higher into her orgasm as he mercilessly stroked and tweaked her sensitive clitoris.

"N-no! Please! Not inside!" She begged even as she came again, her traitorous inner walls milking his incredibly thick cock for all its worth.

"Here it cums!" Hevnokren's voice boomed. And with one hard and incredibly deep thrust, he sank his thick rod right to the back of her pussy- the first rope of white splattering at the back of her womb in a thick, wet splash. Followed by another, then another.

"Noooo!" She wailed helplessly- tears of horror streaming down her cheeks even as a molten hot pool of his semen began warming up her womb from the inside.

"You.. monster…" She sobbed in a near whisper as her tears met the cool surface of the table.

"What do you mean?" Hevnokren muttered with a cruel grin that she could hear, "I haven't even claimed your ass yet."

And as he moved the thick head of his cock still coated with her nectar from her cum-leaking pussy to her still virgin rear hole, Ravonna knew that this brutal, degrading experience was only the beginning.

[Four hours later]Sylvie watched as Ravonna slumped back onto the map table in the center of the warehouse.

The former TVA judge, stripped bare, panted heavily as her two lower holes were leaking rivers of hot thick semen. Only her mouth was spared, and that was mostly because Hevnokren didn't want her stopping her explanation of exposing every little secret she had while he thoroughly and mercilessly fucked her.

And if Sylvie was to be completely honest with herself, she started enjoying the show after the first fifteen minutes. Hevnokren was already easy on the eyes. If beefcake was in the dictionary, she'd put a pic of him as its description. But the way he manhandled the TVA judge was just… Well, the less Hev knew how utterly soaked her panties were, the better.

"That had to be the most interesting and... entertaining that interrogation I've ever seen…" she remarked as she did her best not to eye his massive cock as it wetly glistened in the light. She had snuck a few peeks in as she casually snacked on some dried fruit and nuts. If he was only gentler, Sylvie was confident that she could handle that big staff of his.

For the times when he wasn't gentle though… one only had to take one glance at Ravonna to know the effect that intimidatingly large cock had on a woman.

The dark-skinned woman was a panting, gaping mess of thoroughly fucked girl. Both her lower holes were gaping pink caverns that leaked rivers of white cum with every twitch of her sore muscles. If Ravonna was anything resembling a loose woman before, she certainly was loose now.

Seeing the woman that tore her from her home and family get thoroughly violated was… therapeutic for her.

Ravonna sang like a canary all the while as well. Her whimper-filled tale about the sequence of events that were meant to happen rocked Sylvie to her core- particularly when Hev prodded her about her counterpart's role in the timeline.

Shaking her head, Sylvie set down the empty bottle of beer that the Valkyrie brought to them. After listening through just a fifth of what Ravonna had to say, Sylvie had to admit this was the sort of thing that you didn't want to hear sober.

It was a good thing that Valkyrie had their backs on that one.

Because if there were two things the drunken valkyrie was good at, it was being a valkyrie and being a drunk. Of which, the years that she had spent as a drunk had long exceeded the length of her service as a Valkyrie. It also meant that she always had some beer and food stashed away in her ship which came in especially useful for impromptu rape-interrogations like these.

Still, Sylvie could scarcely believe the sordid tale that Ravonna told.

Her male counterpart's failed coup of Asgard. His deal with the Mad Titan and leading of the chitauri invasion of New York. His imprisonment and inadvertent hand in their mother's death. His successful takeover and subsequent mismanagement of Asgard. His semi-heroic sacrifice to save their brother in exchange for the Tesseract.

The Tesseract. Sylvie glanced over to Hevnokren.

"That Infinity Gauntlet with the Tesseract." she prodded at him with a serious voice, "What did you do with it?"

"For now? I placed it beyond everyone's reach." He told her, just as seriously- the gaze of his blood-red eyes boring into her green-blue and stressing, "Everyone."

Including hers. And she can sort of accept that after hearing how much that accursed thing had screwed her over. If it's in Hevnokren's safe-keeping then it should be secure.

Still...

Knowing that she was quite literally destined for failure and tragedy regardless of timeline was a mite crushing to hear. And that is how she realised just why Hevnokren insisted in calling her a 'Loki.' Because Sylvie had to admit- even in the privacy of her own mind- he was right.

Thankfully, the beer and the show helped lighten her mood. It gave her something else to focus on instead.

"More importantly however... You knew about all this? How?" Valkyrie commented from her place beside her before taking one last swig from her beer bottle before grabbing another one. "Are you a former TVA, Hev?"

"In my entire service in TVA," Ravonna gasped tiredly as the stream of fresh semen dripped down in heavy drops to the floor, "I've never seen Hevnokren or anyone resembling him before."

"Who I was does not matter anymore..." He agreed with her as he nodded in agreement before he brought his cock still dripping with the TVA judge's nectar and some leftover cum over to Ravonna's mouth. "...Only what I'm about to do."

With a smooth thrust, he sank himself hilt-deep into Ravonna's throat without warning. Her panicked gagging was only momentary though as he pulled out. His bone-helmet nodded at the sight of his now clean shaft- having used her like a cum rag.

Sylvie did her best to ignore how that display made her feminine lips quiver in arousal.

"And what exactly are you about to do?" She curiously asked- a deep pit of foreboding and slight excitement in her stomach as to what his answer was going to be.

"Rape, Pillage, Kill." His deep voice rumbled simply- as if he was reading a shopping list, "And likely remind the entire universe why Might makes Right."

"You want to rule the universe!?" She couldn't help but squawk at the sheer scale and scope of that goal. It was beyond absurd. Even she wasn't that mad! At most, she aimed for the Nine Realms and maybe a galaxy, but the entirety of existence?!

"I don't want to rule it, I want to enjoy it." Hevnokren clarified as he turned to face her- his red eyes almost glowing as they met her blue-green ones, "And you're coming along."

"Who are you to decide that?!" Sylvie protested with a glare at the giant, but a firm yet slender hand held her shoulder- Valkyrie's flat stare greeted her as she faced her.

"Just roll with it, Princess. I sure did- I like to keep it simple after all." Valkyrie drunkenly interrupted in an equally flat tone, "You've seen the utter bullshit that Hev is capable of so far, and even I don't know what else he has under his sleeve. The way I figure it- just give him a few years and he'll be giving the Nova, Kree, and Skrull Empires a run for their money. It's not even that hard of a choice: You can be a conqueror standing beside him or…"

Valkyrie gestured with her brown beer bottle to the thoroughly (and enviously) fucked Ravonna.

"...an insect to be squashed underneath his boot."

"Speaking of which, it's time to say goodbye, Ravonna." Hevnokren told the TVA judge- not even looking up from his comms device that he had pulled out.

"Do it." she replied in a weak voice- either still enchanted or had simply given up.

"Before that..." Hevnokren muttered before taking out his very sizable manhood and slapping Ravonna across the face with it one last time. And with that- without even a spell or a gesture, Ravonna Renslayers simply faded out from existence. The only sign of her previous existence were the torn scraps of her uniform and the puddle of semen and girl-cum on the metal floor of the warehouse.

What an ignominious way to die.

Sylvie pursed her lips at the display. Not even questioning how Hevnokren even achieved such a thing as wiping Ravonna from existence. The choice that the valkyrie put forth was an obvious one if she was being honest with herself.

Sylvie was just testing his resolve- which in hindsight, was a stupid move.

In the short period of time that she had come to know Hevnokren, she already knew that he wasn't the type of person to back down. An implacable and unstoppable force of nature akin to that of a planet-sized hurricane. Whether people chose to vainly fight against the winds or let it carry their sails to glory was up to them.

Sighing, Sylvie naturally chose the latter. But even now, she couldn't lose sight of her original goal. She had to ask him.

Levelling a rigid stare to Hevnokren's blood red eyes, she asked in a steady tone.

"Will we still be aiming to slaughter the Timekeepers?"

"They're on my list." Hev immediately answered with a dark laugh, "They may have locked the door to their little TVA clubhouse, but that just means I either have to break the door down or collapse the entire thing onto their fragile heads. And you're going to help me."

Just like that, Sylvie was told that her lifelong goal of revenge against a multiversal organization was going to be fulfilled like it was just another errand like helping someone with their grocery bags. If it was anyone else, she would have immediately passed them off as incredibly bad liars. But with Hev?

She could believe it.

Sylvie couldn't help but smile- a bright, genuine one that she felt was becoming more and more common as she spent time with Hevnokren.

All in all, she only had just one last question on her lips.

"Can I keep the Staff of Magnus and the Magicka ring though?"

Hevnokren only gave her a slow nod- his indulging smile reaching his eyes. And she couldn't help but smile in return at that. Sylvie gripped the Staff of Magnus tightly in her black-gloved hand as they began to head back for the apartment- leaving the warehouse behind with the stripped down corpses of the TVA Minutemen for the scavengers to butcher and cannibalize.

At least, the walk gave her time to think. Time to think about what she had essentially committed to do. Time to think about her place in the universe.

Sylvie looked up to the blue Sakaarian sky that held the sparkling portals to a thousand different corners of the universe.

After so long simply running and plotting her revenge, now she lived for more than just revenge.

She glanced at the massive back of Hevnokren. At the sight of him, she couldn't help but feel her heart rise due to this newfound purpose in life.

A pitch-black cloak hiding his exotic bone armour which in turn hid the unstoppable mountain of a man.

This man...

It would be due to the all-consuming ambitions of this man that the universe will burn for; and in return, she will be right there by his side- fulfilling her purpose as his wife. With incredible power in her hands, a satisfying revenge on those who wronged her and a whole universe as her plaything. It was not a bad purpose to have in life, all things considered.

She couldn't help but smile.

Her name was Sylvie Laufeydottir, and she was burdened with such Glorious Purpose.

- Chapter 2 End -

Chapter 3: A Dragonborn's Arena Discoveries scheduled for posting on Wednesday

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AN: You haven't seen the last of the TVA! (Their complete destruction will happen later on though.) I hope I did Sylvie's character justice. The Loki series was fun if you turned your brain off. But they did Tom Hiddleston's Loki dirty and nerfed him into the ground though. Such a shame.

Skyrim Mechanics will be played fast and loose. Outright game mechanics like instantaneous smithing will not be present, but I'm fine taking 'artistic liberties' with elements.

Hevnokren's Build and Purchases are currently being organizing an info sheet. But I'd prefer not stress too hard about getting the rules and numbers down to the letter/decimal point. The last time that happened: I got paralyzed from writing, so let's not risk that. I'll try to get the numbers right, but I will just ignore minor errors as author's fiat.

World hopping will happen relatively early, and it will come in two flavours: Long and Short.

In 'Long,' Hevnokren and waifus will be staying there for a long while- establishing bases, taking over regions, etc. Consider the MCU to be their first 'Long' world.

In 'Short,' Hevnokren and waifus- on a Company Mission- will primarily act like Dark Souls-esque Invaders to beat the crap out of a rival Contractor. Fun little stomping grounds with a lot of collateral damage and waifu character arcs.

Waifus will come in three flavours: Inner Circle, Outer Circle, Capture Target.

Inner Circle Waifus - Will have considerable screentime and a noticeable character arc. The 'main' waifus.

Outer Circle Waifus - Will be plot-relevant, may be promoted as the story progresses.

Capture Target - Will be there mostly there to be the subject of smut and a source of Company Credits

My current list of MCU Waifu was made with the express goal of 'Make each Avenger Shit Themselves when they appear.' Also, I'm dedicating to the 'Magic' or 'Magitech' route. So, magical waifus will have preference.