The Time Variance Authority.
Mobius had just finished the assignment at hand.
He immediately threw himself into a new one.
The Authority's daily routine was to keep a close watch on branches of the multiverse that veered off course.
There were always people.
Who could change the course of history with a single misguided decision.
For example, MacArthur had dropped two massive bombs during World War II.
If he suddenly lost his mind.
And decided to drop a few more to sink the island nation outright.
Everyone would surely applaud.
But the Authority would never allow it.
They would immediately dispatch their agents.
To arrest whoever was tampering with history, put them on trial, and ultimately erase them by force.
These troublemakers.
Were all called variants.
However.
If you kept walking along the riverbank, your shoes were bound to get wet.
A few tough customers always managed to escape.
Some even killed the Authority's guards and stole their equipment.
One criminal Mobius was doggedly pursuing at the moment.
Was just such an extremely dangerous individual.
He had been locked in a struggle with this criminal for a long time.
Without catching so much as a hair.
So.
He planned to find himself a helper.
Holding a stack of documents, Mobius strode into the courtroom.
At that moment.
A trial was in progress.
Anyone from Earth who saw this scene would have had their jaw drop.
The defendant standing below in a yellow vest.
Was none other than Loki!
Asgard's second prince, a god who should have died at Thanos's hands.
Yet now he stood on trial like some lowly lackey.
Defiance was written all over Loki's face.
"Loki."
"You disrupted the Sacred Timeline. Do you have anything to say?"
Ravonna sat high on the judge's bench, looking down at him.