Loki's performance was exactly as expected — just like in the TVA courtroom scene from the series.
No matter what, that female judge was simply no match for the God of Mischief.
"Laufey's son, Time Criminal L1130, also known as Loki Laufeyson. You're accused of violating sequence 7-20-89. How do you plead?"
The judge glanced down at the file in her hand before lifting her eyes to him.
"Madam, a god does not plead."
Loki smirked, tilting his head slightly, his mouth curling into that signature arrogant grin.
"This absurd little play of yours is entertaining," he added. "But I'll be taking my leave now."
The judge didn't even flinch. She'd seen plenty of arrogant types like him.
In their original timelines, they were all mighty — kings, sorcerers, gods.
But here, inside the TVA, everyone was just another mortal.
Those who dared to posture always ended up the same way — reset.
"So," she asked flatly, "are you guilty or innocent, sir?"
Loki raised his brows and replied with his usual dramatic flair.
"Guilty? Of being the God of Mischief?"
"Guilty of finding this entire farce unbearably boring?"
"Or guilty of violating your so-called 'Sacred Timeline'? Absolutely not. You've got the wrong man."
His words poured out like quicksilver, dragging the judge right into his rhythm.
"Really?" she asked coolly. "Then who should we arrest?"
Loki's voice boomed confidently.
"I think you should arrest the Avengers!"
"The only reason I got the Tesseract was because of their ridiculous time heist. They broke the rules of time first! I was just a bystander caught in their mess."
The judge blinked, then laughed softly. "That's quite the accusation."
Loki leaned forward. "Oh, come on. You can still smell Tony Stark's cologne on that timeline. If you're looking for Time Criminals, they are your real culprits."
As Loki continued his performance, Agent Mobius quietly entered the courtroom, standing at the back, observing.
"If you give me an army and the proper resources," Loki added smugly, "I can go back and wipe them all out."
Classic Loki — spinning words, manipulating whoever listened.
The last person who'd fallen for it was the so-called "Purple Sweet Potato" himself.
The female captain standing guard looked at him with visible disdain.
This guy was living in his own fantasy.
The judge finally sighed. "Now is not the time to talk about the Avengers."
"Isn't it?" Loki shrugged with mock confusion.
"No." Her tone hardened. "What they did was supposed to happen. Your escape was not."
Loki chuckled, that mocking laughter echoing across the chamber.
"Supposed to happen? And who decided that?"
"The Time keepers," she said firmly.
"Oh, the almighty Time Keepers." Loki rolled his eyes. "Perhaps I should have a divine conversation with them myself."
The judge sneered. "Sorry, they're very busy."
"Busy doing what, exactly?"
"Maintaining the proper flow of time."
Loki sighed dramatically. "Ah yes, the eternal bureaucracy of the Universe."
A few more exchanges followed — all sharp, all pointless.
Eventually, Loki got bored of the charade.
He raised his hands and tried to teleport away.
Once.
Twice.
Nothing.
Loki's grin faltered for a split second — awkwardly.
Seriously? His powers failed now, of all times?
"What is he doing?" the female captain scoffed.
"He's trying to use his magic," the judge replied dryly.
"Magic?" the captain sneered. "Doesn't work here, Laufey's son. The TVA nullifies all powers."
"This court finds you guilty," the judge declared coldly. "And sentences you to reset."
"Next!"
Loki's eyes widened. "Reset? What does that mean? Is it bad? What the hell does it mean?!"
"You absurd bureaucrats! You have no right to decide my ending!"
He struggled, but resistance was useless. The guards didn't even blink.
Just then, Mobius finally made his move.
"I know what he's capable of," he said calmly, stepping forward.
"Approach," the judge ordered.
After a brief conversation — the details as familiar as ever — Mobius succeeded.
Loki was spared from being reset and taken to a small TVA screening room.
There, the two watched the "movie" — a compilation of Loki's life and future.
Mobius complimented the "film" as if it were an Oscar nominee,
while Loki sat there, eyes trembling, watching his own death at Thanos's hands.
Then came the argument.
Mobius wanted answers; Loki deflected with charm and sarcasm.
But the God of Mischief was always one step ahead.
During their exchange, Loki secretly swiped Mobius's Time Controller.
Moments later, as in the show, the female captain barged in, demanding Loki be eliminated.
Another team had just been wiped out by an unknown variant — Lady Loki.
Mobius and the captain argued fiercely. She wanted Loki gone. Mobius wanted him alive.
In the end, neither convinced the other.
When Mobius returned to the room — Loki was gone.
And so was his Time Controller.
Mobius sighed, shaking his head.
"What a cunning bastard."
He immediately called for a full-scale search. Guards mobilized throughout the TVA.
The commotion outside startled Leo, who was still waiting for his own judgment.
He leaned over to whisper to one of the Time Officers beside him.
"Hey, brother, something going on out there?"
Don't ask how Leo could talk to them — English truly was the universal language of the multiverse.
"Hmph, not your concern," the gray-suited officer replied coldly. "Just sit tight and await judgment, Time Criminal."
The officer had already received the alert about the escaped variant, but it had nothing to do with him — his task was to guard the mortal in front of him.
"Oh, man… my stomach. I think I'm gonna puke," Leo groaned, clutching his abdomen.
The officer snorted. "Trying to act sick, huh? Fine. Move. I'll take you to the restroom."
The guy clearly didn't believe Leo could pull anything off.
After all, scans confirmed he was just an ordinary human.
If he tried anything, the guard would just hit him with his reset baton — instant disintegration.
The officer also held a Time Controller, so he wasn't worried.
Leo walked slowly, pretending to stumble, while carefully observing everything—corridors, security points, exits, guards, and the positions of the Time Doors.
His Frost Giant royal physique made everything different —
his senses sharper, reactions faster, strength and agility enhanced beyond human limits.
Even his mental processing speed was monstrous.
With this kind of body, taking on someone like Captain America was absolutely doable.
Of course, assuming Cap didn't activate his infamous "fifty-fifty plot armor."
Honestly, that director must've been drunk to make that believable.
But this was the real world now.
And here — it wasn't up to any director.