"But what does this have to do with me?"
Loki had become a target of the Time Variance Authority, and her head was full of question marks. In a situation like this, the more she knew, the more confused she became.
Beta Ray Bill glanced at the woman, raised a hand to remove the winged helmet from his horse-like head, and shook his head. "I don't know either. They detained my people. I panicked and never considered whether there was anything wrong with the task they assigned me."
The God of Mischief rolled her eyes, snatched the drink from in front of the horse-headed man without ceremony, and took a large gulp herself. "So if they told you to capture me and let them dissect me, you would have done it? I thought we were friends."
"I wouldn't let them hurt you. It's just that Thor was tricked away by them, and I don't know whether anything might go wrong." Beta Ray Bill's answer was resolute. He had originally thought the TVA merely wanted to talk to Loki, but the Adjutant had just shown him footage of a second Loki appearing, and he realized he had apparently been deceived as well.
Deathstroke, smoking nearby, naturally knew why the Time Variance Authority had its eye on Loki. The God of Stories.
If they kept gathering every Loki from every Time Point, then used some methods to cultivate them, they might be able to produce that old Loki and fulfill their ambition of changing the story.
It was not a particularly good plan, more like a desperate attempt at anything. But they had dared to fabricate a lie like the Sacred Timeline. What was there that they would not dare to do?
As the saying went, the barefoot feared no one in