Here is the first real chapter for the show! Enjoy and don't forget to comment with any ideas or suggestions. I love getting reader input and hearing from all of you guys.

Gobi Desert, Mongolia, Date: 2012

The calm sands of the desert rustle, stirring up small amounts of it to blow around in the wind. That is, until a blue portal opens up in the sky, launching two figures out of it as if they were rockets. One of them screams all the way down before, at the last minute, holding out her hands and stopping her momentum two metres above the desert floor as if gravity has been turned off and frozen. She lets out a sigh of relief, but not before her body crashes the rest of the way and she lands face-first into a sand dune. "Ow."

After a few moments of just lying there in pain—although admittedly not as much as she would have been in if she fell the whole way without stopping—she rolls over onto her back. The sun blares down on her, creating an uncomfortable amount of light and sweltering dry heat. Her entire face is covered in tiny, grainy particles of sand, some of them even getting into her mouth. She wipes her mouth with her hand and tries to blow the sand out of her mouth.

She catches sight of Loki, completely free from his shackles, standing on a rock and talking to the locals as if he were giving them some sort of speech. But as Sigyn gets closer, she realizes it doesn't just look like he's giving some sort of speech. He is giving one. "I am Loki of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purp—"

Loki, as if hit in the side by some invisible force, goes soaring through the air. All of the locals make a face; they all know that it looked like it hurt.

Sigyn lowers her hand and storms forward to where he's landed, "Where the hell did you take us?"

A bewildered Loki slowly stands up, brushing the sand off of him as he goes. "I didn't mean to take us anywhere, so if you don't mind," Loki summons his daggers before continuing, "I'll be killing you now and then I'll be on my way."

Equally adigtated, Sigyn pulls out the gun that Natasha had given her, "In your dreams, reindeer games."

Before either can act, there's a noise, followed by three people coming out of nowhere and surrounding the Tesseract. Both look at each other with equal parts of confusion on their faces, questioning whether the other knows who these people are. Neither of them shows any sign of recognition.

"Never mind," says Loki, lowering his daggers and putting them away. He strides towards the people surrounding the Tesseract, leaving Sigyn to follow after him, not wanting to let him get away. Again.

"Don't touch that." As soon as Loki speaks up, the three people in protective gear turn their baton-like weapons towards him.

Loki takes a step back. He's never seen weapons like that before and neither has Sigyn.

Another one of the helmeted people steps out of some sort of glowing orange slab, clutching her weapon with an intimidating look on her face. "Appears to be a standard sequence violation," the woman says, glancing down to some tablet, "Branch is growing at a stable rate and slope. One Variant identified."

Sigyn knows a lot about SHEILD, but the whole 'variant' thing goes right over her head. Whatever government organization this is, they are clearly one with advanced technology, and the fact that they had this teleportation technology and she didn't see them helping out in New York makes her angry.

She apparently isn't the only one confused by the whole ordeal because Loki looks at them as if they have five heads, "I beg your pardon?"

"On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Sacred Timeline. Hands up," the woman orders, "You're coming with us." The batons power up, making the tips glow the same colour orange as the door that had opened and disappeared.

"I'm sorry, who's us?" asks Loki.

From behind him, Sigyn nods, adding, "I'd like to know that as well." A few of the guards shoot her a warning glance before she adds, "Not that I mind you arresting him, by all means, take him. Saves me the trouble."

Loki glares daggers at the Avenger, not appreciating her comments.

The woman in charge powers up her device that is slightly different from the others', glowing white at the end instead of orange. "Last chance, Variant."

Trying to charm his way out of something for the millionth time, Loki chuckles and then sniffles. "It's been a very long day, and I think I've had my fill of idiots in armoured suits telling me what to do," he throws a glance back to Sigyn, who rolls her eyes and scoffs, "so if you don't mind, this is actually your last chance. Now get out of my way."

Loki takes a step forward to move past the armoured militants and to the Tesseract but the woman winds up and hits him with the glowing end of her baton.

Sigyn visibly cringes at the hit. "Oooh...I wish I did that."

He moves in slow motion as if he were in some sort of action movie, and the woman attaches some sort of collar to his neck. "You're now moving at 1/16th speed, but feeling all that pain in real-time." Time catches up with Loki and he's sent to the ground incapacitated. Two of the militants grab Loki and drag him towards the orange slab that's appeared.

They seem to have everything under control so Sigyn takes this as the opportunity to get herself out of the desert. "Awesome, great, super villain caught. Now, if you could get me back to Stark Tower in New York, I'm supposed to be getting lunch with my friends. I'm trying shwarma for the first time and I am very excited, don't want to miss it."

With a stoic face, the woman looks down at her tablet and then back up to Sigyn. "On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Sacred Timeline. Hands up Variant."

Sigyn's mouth falls agape. "Me? What did I do? I—"She's cut off by one of the militants behind her shocking her with their baton, sending her falling to the ground. Luckily for her ever bruising body, they catch her on the way down, not letting her hit the sand. They place the same sort of collar onto Sigyn, which she very much does not appreciate.

The other militants leave behind some sort of 'reset' bomb from what Loki can work out, though he's not sure why these humans would set off a bomb so close to the locals.

The woman grabs Loki's arm in one hand and Sigyn's in the other as she walks through the portal.

Sigyn blinks in surprise at her new surroundings. The decor around her is all brown, yellow, and orange in some sort of drab fashion. It reminds her of the pictures her dad used to show her of his office in the 70s. The rest of the militants apparently haven't followed them through, so now it's only Loki and Sigyn alone with the woman.

The woman brings them into a new room, one with a man sitting behind a fully circular desk in the middle of the room, looking to Sigyn as if he were checking people in at a hotel.

"What is this place?" asks Loki, panic rising in his voice.

A man comes walking through another door, clearly also arrested for being a 'Variant'. Whatever that is, thinks Sigyn. "My dad works at Goldman Sachs, one call and your whole job is privatized."

Loki takes the display as an opportunity to run and Sigyn debates doing the same but in the opposite direction. Can't catch both of us, she thinks. She's relieved that she doesn't run because the woman presses a button on a remote, sending Loki firmly back into the place he had just been standing moments before. Ever the persistent man, Loki tries to run yet again but is brought back with the click of a button. This time he falls to the ground and the woman has to hoist him up, dragging him and Sigyn towards the man at the desk who's now free from the Goldman Sachs man.

The man behind the desk holds out a clipboard to the approaching woman, "Hello, ma'am, uh..."

"Log this as evidence," says the woman, letting go of Sigyn to grab the Tesseract.

Sigyn peers over at the woman who hands over the Tesseract as if it's some sort of routine object and not the cosmic force that almost destroyed the earth. She manages to catch sight of a name tag on the woman that reads Hunter B-15.

Strange name, Sigyn thinks to herself. Though she supposes that she doesn't have much room to talk.

"Oh..." replies the man. It's clear that the poor fellow is the type of person that Sigyn finds endearing, so she's utterly confused about how he ended up working for such a strange agency. "Can you tell me what it is?"

Hunter B-15 keeps both of the Variants moving and nods at another guard, which she hands Sigyn off to, taking them towards separate doors.

"It's the Tesseract, be very careful with it," warns Loki.

"It sounds dumb," is the only reply the man behind the desk gives.

Hunter B-15 pulls some sort of lever and Loki turns to her. "Know this. You cross me, there are deadly consequences."

She seems more than willing to take that bet, "We'll see." Hunter B-15 shoves Loki into an elevator-like contraption and gives him a warning stare as the heavy metal doors close behind him.

Some sort of machine with a smiley face on the monitor and four arms starts to pick at Loki's clothing. "Hey, hey, hey," says Loki as he turns around to face the machine. Another claw reaches forward to grab at his shoulders and Loki swats it away. "Absolutely not. This is fine Asgardian leather."

The smiley face on the monitor turns sour and pulls out some sort of laser. "Hold very still."

The laser instantly vaporizes all of Loki's clothing, causing him to stutter up at the machine. "Now, hang on just a minute."

The floor suddenly gives out under him, sending him right into prisoner jumpsuits and down to the next level. Loki looks around at his new surroundings and is slightly startled at the sight of a man sitting behind a desk with a large stack of papers in front of him. "Please sign and verify this is everything you've ever said."

"What?"

Right on cue, the paper on the wall feeds itself into the printer, and the man places the freshly printed sheet on the top of the stack. "Sign this too."

"Oh, this is absurd."

Another piece prints itself off and is added to the pile. "And this."

With a heavy sigh, Loki gives up and signs the stack of papers and throws down the pen extra hard to denote his frustrations. Once again, the floor beneath him gives way and sends him down to the next level.

"Please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do in fact possess what many cultures would call a soul," reads a man from a clipboard.

"What? 'To my knowledge? Do a lot of people not know if they're robots?"

"Thank you for confirming. Move through."

Loki steps towards the metal detector-like object cautiously, having sudden doubts about being an organic being, although he is undoubtedly one. "What if I was a robot and I didn't know it?"

"The machine would melt you from the inside out. Please move along, sir."

"Okay, I'm not a robot, so I'll be fine," Loki assures out loud, although it is mostly a reminder for himself and not the attendant. He steps into the red frame and a light flashes, resulting in some sort of heat signature picture being taken. "What's that?"

"Your temporal aura."

"What's that?" asks Loki again, having no idea what the attendant is on about.

"Please, through the door."

The doors open to an area covered with stanchions, making the floor like some sort of maze even though the room is empty. Well, mostly empty.

Loki arrives at the same time as the Goldman Sachs man and Sigyn who shoots him a deadly glare.

"Take a ticket," says the lone guardsmen.

Apparently not having it, the Goldman Sachs man continues to put up a stink, "What is this, a deli? No." He defiantly walks past the turnstile without a ticket.

"Take a ticket."

"There are only three of us in here," reasons Loki.

"Take. A. Ticket."

Loki sighs and reaches for a ticket, but not before being shoved out of the way by Sigyn who takes one before him and pushes past him into the turnstile. He follows not long after her and begins to walk along the frustratingly long and empty line. "This is a mistake. I shouldn't be here!"

Sigyn scoffs and turns around to face Loki from only a couple of rows away. "You shouldn't be here? I shouldn't be here! I would be eating shwarma right now if it wasn't for you! And really wanted to try it!"

Suddenly, a female voice comes over the PA system, "Hey there! You're probably saying, 'This is a mistake. I shouldn't even be here'."

Both Sigyn and Loki look up, wondering if the voice had heard them or is just a pre-recording. An old-looking television monitor on the wall begins to play, showing some sort of cartoon clock woman on it.

"Welcome to the Time Variance Authority. I'm Miss Minutes, and it's my job to catch you up before you stand trial for your crimes. So let's not waste another minute. Settle in, sharpen your pencils, and check this out."

The two walk towards the monitor, slightly shoving one another as they try and get the best view.

"Long ago, there was a vast multiversal war. Countless unique timelines battled each other for supremacy, nearly resulting in the total destruction of...well, everything. But then, the all-knowing Time-Keepers emerged, bringing peace by reorganizing the multiverse into a single timeline, the Sacred Timeline. Now, the Time-Keepers protect and preserve the proper flow of time for everyone and everything. But sometimes, people like you veer off the path the Time-Keepers created. We call those Variants. Maybe you started an uprising, or were just late for work. Whatever it was, stepping off your path created a nexus event, which, left unchecked, could branch off into madness, leading to another multiversal war. But, don't worry, to make sure that doesn't happen, the Time-Keepers created the TVA and all its incredible workers. The TVA has stepped in to fix your mistake and set time back on its predetermined path. Now that your actions have left you without a place on the timeline, you must stand trial for your offences. So sit tight, and we'll get you in front of a judge in no time. Just make sure you have your ticket, and you'll be seen by the next available attendant. For all time," says Miss Minutes as the TVA logo flashes across the screen.

Loki and Sigyn are in the same boat for once in their lives, scoffing in disbelief at the propaganda that had just been spewed to them. Loki turns to Sigyn and starts to speak in a low voice, hoping that Miss Minutes wouldn't overhear him, "Time-Keepers? The Sacred Timeline? Who actually believes this bunkum?"

"The people with the weapons," replies Sigyn in a low, sing-songy voice.

Breaking them out of their private conversation, the Goldman Sachs man seems to be complaining about how he wasn't 'given' a ticket.

"Ticket, sir!" the minute-man says forcefully.

The Goldman Sachs man points to the other minute-man on the entrance side of the room. "I tried to ask that guy for a ticket!" The minuteman tries to reason with him once again, to no avail. "What, you're raising your voice at me, bucket head?"

Having had enough, the minute-man touches him with a baton, instantly vaporizing him.

Loki and Sigyn share a look of horror, not wanting to be vaporized next. Loki frantically digs around in his jumpsuit for his ticket and Sigyn swiftly pulls hers out of her pocket. They shoot their tickets into the air, making sure the minute-man ahead knows that they have them.

~~~~~~~~~

Aix-en-Provence, France, Date: 1959

Mobius is about to finish up his investigation into the missing minutemen when a portal opens up and an agent steps through with a pile of folders in his hands. "Sir, there's something you'll wanna see."

The agent passes the folders to Mobius who glances down at them. The agent is right. These are cases he wants to see. The one on top has a picture of Loki in his TVA jumpsuit attached to it along with a small biography on him and a big red stamp across it that reads apprehended. Mobius flips to the next folder, seeing a picture of Sigyn with her eyes slightly closed because of the camera's flash. Her folder also has apprehended stamped across it.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Somewhere in the TVA, Date: Unknown

"Next case please," says the judge as she bangs her gavel.

Hunter B-15 has met back up with her two detainees and pushes them towards a stand at the front of the room. The walls are covered in artwork that references what Sigyn figures to be the Time Keepers. Of course, she's managed to land herself into some sort of time cult. "Laufeyson. Variant L1130, AKA Loki Laufeyson, and Larsen, Variant L1131, AKA Sigyn Larsen, are charged with sequence violation 7-20-89. How you plead?"

Sigyn holds up a hand in front of Loki's face before he can respond to the judge. "Your honour, I would like to request to be tried separately. Frankly, I have nothing to do with him and I don't even know why we're both here."

The judge flips through her notes, clearly searching for something but not easily finding it, "My apologies Missus, it is the assumption of the court that a married couple would like to be tried together since laws prevent you from testifying against one another anyway."

Even though Sigyn has had one hell of a day, this is, by far, the weirdest, most unexplainably strange part of it so far. And she saw aliens pour out of a portal in the sky. And was kidnapped by the time police. Yet, the judge's insinuation is by far the worst.

They both exchange a horrified and confused look with one another, neither believing what is being said about the other.

"Us? Together?" scoffs Loki.

This is something Sigyn can agree with him on. It is absolutely insane. "Absolutely not ever," stresses Sigyn. "Not possible."

Loki nods along with her words, supporting her statement to the judge.

The judge finally seems to find the page she's been looking for. "Ah, I see my notes here say you created the Nexus before you got married. My apologies Miss Larsen, I've never dealt with a Variant of yours that hasn't been from after."

Great, Sigyn thinks to herself. They've kidnapped more versions of me too. Her line of thought gives her an idea, something that, even though a long shot, would explain why on earth she would marry Loki. "So was it like a forced against my will kind of marriage or...?"

"No, Miss Larsen, all records show that you were indeed in what most organic sentient beings would call 'love'."

But Sigyn isn't quite ready to accept the judge's insinuation yet, "No. Mmm. See that could never happen. Not the love part and certainly not the marriage part. Not in a million, billion, trillion...what comes after a trillion?" she says, leaning in to ask Loki in a quieter voice.

"—Quadrillion—"

"—Quadrillion years," finishes Sigyn.

Loki gives one last firm nod of confirmation as they both stare up at the judge.

How about 5?" asks the judge sardonically.  Both of their mouths fall agape.

Loki is the first to recover from the revelation and retaliates back, "This is absolutely ridiculous! I would never fall in 'love,' let alone with a mortal, let alone one that looks like that."

Sigyn shoots him an offended look. "As much as I find that extremely offensive, he's right. I would never fall for someone who just tried to destroy my city and succeeded in crushing my favourite bagel place near the Tower."

"Is food the only thing you talk about?"

The two go to continue to argue but the judge interjects, "Silence. I will grant you both separate trials. Whose ticket number is first?"

Sigyn raises her hand and Hunter B-15 collects Loki from the stand taking him back to the benches to watch the proceedings.

"How do you plead, Miss Larsen?"

"Not guilty," Sigyn replies confidently. "Whatever 'crime' I committed, I was forced to by him," she points back to Loki on the benches, "If anything, I am a victim of his crime! So if you could just drop me back off at Stark Tower, wipe my mind, I don't care, that would be great."

Loki can't seem to take the slander anymore, "You have got to be—" Hunter B-15 takes him by the arm and forces him to sit back down.

Growing more and more frustrated by the minute, the judge looks down at her notes. "Your plead is noted, Miss Larsen. I am stating for the records that Sigyn Larsen is a human member of the Avenger with telepathic and telekinetic powers.  Now, did you or did you not lunge after Mr. Laufeyson when he was holding the Tesseract—"

"Well, yes but—"

"And did you or did you not use your powers to pull the Tesseract into your hand?"

"Yes, but I—"

The judge drops the gavel with a bang. "Guilty. I sentence you to be—"

A voice from the back of the room cuts the judge off, stopping her from delivering her sentence. "If I may approach the bench, your Honour." The clicking of her heels rings out against the cold, hard ground and her pin-straight raven black hair swishes from side to side as she goes.

"Hilda, what is this about?"

Hilda gets close enough to the judge so that no one else can hear them. "Ravonna, she's the most cooperative version we've ever had come through here. We need her if we want to find this Variant. She could be the key to figuring out their pattern.

"Fine," says the judge. She looks up to the rest of the courtroom. "I sentence you custody supervised by Hilda H. Hilda. You will assist her in any way she sees fit. Failure to do so will result in a reset. Next case, please."

Hilda takes Sigyn by the arm and leads her to one of the benches at the front of the room so that they can watch Loki's trial. She desperately wants to lean over and whisper to her new 'hander' of sorta to see what on earth she would make her do, but Sigyn doesn't want to risk the judge changing her mind. Getting 'reset' sounds pretty far away from a trip to the spa.

The judge crosses her hands and looks down at Loki expectantly. "How do you plead?"

Apparently finding it funny, Loki starts to chuckle. "Madam, a god doesn't plead. This has been a very enjoyable pantomime, but I'd like to go home now."

Despite Loki's words sounding polite, the judge doesn't seem to be having any of it. "Are you guilty or not, sir?"

When Loki scoffs, Sigyn instantly knows what's about to happen next. "Uh, oh," she whispers to Hilda, "here he goes again."

Sigyn doesn't spot it as she's too busy looking ahead at the trial, but Hilda's briefly quirks into a small smirk.

"Guilty of being the God of Mischief? Yes. Guilty of finding this all incredibly tedious? Yes. Guilty of a crime against the Sacred Timeline? Absolutely not, you have the wrong person."

"Oh really? And who should we have?"

"I suspect the Avengers," says Loki, turning to give a pointed look at Sigyn. " You see, I only came into possession of the Tesseract because they travelled through time, no doubt in a last-ditch effort to stave off my ascent to God King."

"That's quite the accusation."

"Oh, believe me, you can smell the cologne of two Tony Starks." As much as Sigyn wants to roll her eyes for what feels like the millionth time that day, Loki's statement isn't wrong. "You speak of time criminals? It's they you should be after. Luckily for you, I already caught you one." If Sigyn's powers worked in whatever dimension or void they were in, she would have slammed him around like the Hulk did. "Perhaps you could provide me with a task force and resources, and I could return and eliminate the rest of them for you."

"We're not here to talk about the Avengers," says Ravonna in a forceful voice. Loki has clearly gotten on to her last nerve.

"Oh no?"

"No. What they did was supposed to happen. You escaping was not."

Loki seems to find his apparent defeat utterly hilarious, "Right. Uh...'Not supposed to happen'? According to whom?"

"The Time-Keepers."

"Oh, the Time-Keepers. Right. Well, perhaps I should speak to these Time-Keepers, gods to gods."

The judge informs Loki that the Time-Keepers are busy, something that Sigyn knows he won't like. The type of person who tries to crown himself King, God, whatever, of the world doesn't seem the type to like to take no for an answer.

After some back and forth the judge asks Loki again, "How do you plead?"

"Guilty..." He stretches his arms out and Sigyn instantly knows he's about to try some sort of magic. Apparently, she's the only one who's realized that powers don't work in the TVA. "...of this." Loki grabs the air with both hands, expecting something to materialize that never does. He tries several times.

Sigyn lets out a large cackle at the sight. All-powerful god my ass, she thinks.

The others in the room all seem to be aware of what he's trying to do as well, a couple of them cackling. Hunter B-15 lets out a small chuckle as she informs the judge of what Loki is trying to do.

Eventually, Loki grows frustrated with his powers not working and slams his hands onto the stand. "Damnit! Why won't it work?"

"Magic powers?" asks the judge, clearly more than a little satisfied at Loki's failure. "They're no good in the TVA, Mr. Laufeyson. The court finds you guilty, and I sentence you to be reset." She drops her gavel, " Next case, please!"

Two minutemen come to grab Loki and start to drag him away. Maybe it's because him leaving means that she's the only one left from the real world or that he's her best chance of escape, but for the briefest of seconds, Sigyn feels a small pang of guilt strike her heart.

"Reset? What does that mean? What, is it bad? What does it mean?" Loki fights back against the minutemen, struggling in their grasp. "Hey! You ridiculous bureaucrats will not dictate how my story ends!"

"It's not your story, Mr. Laufeyson. It never was." Once again, the judge hits Loki with what Sigyn would classify as a third-degree burn.

The statement only angers Loki further, "You have no idea what I'm capable of!"

"I...I think I might," says a voice a few rows back from Sigyn. She looks back to see a man in a brown suit with silvery-white hair and a moustache. "Have an idea of what he's capable of."

"Approach the bench," says the judge, though it's easy to tell she is well onto her last nerve.

Sigyn leans over to her 'overseer' Hilda and whispers, "Who's he?"

"That's Mobius." By the tone in Hilda's voice, Sigyn can tell that the two don't get along very well, or at the very least, buttheads a lot.

Mobius reaches the bench and looks up at the judge, speaking to her in a soft voice. "Hi."

The judge leans over to look down at Mobius, "If you're thinking what I think you are, it's a bad idea."

"Okay, I'm just chasing a hunch."

"Anything goes sideways, it's on you."

"Okay. I feel like I'm always looking up to you. I like it. It's appropriate."

Ravonna gives him a warning look and then sits back down in her seat.

A triumphant Mobius turns to Loki, a wicked grin on his face. "Okay, you," he then points towards the benches to Hilda and Sigyn. "Hilda, Sigyn with me, let's go."

Hilda lets out a small scoff, clearly not happy, but stands up, motioning for Sigyn to do the same.

"Is this guy your boss or something?" asks Sigyn.

"Unfortunately," replies Hilda.

That's all for this chapter folks.

How will Sigyn take learning about her "Sacred Timeline" self? Will her and Loki ever be able to cooperate enough to get themselves out of their TVA predicament? And what exactly is Sigyn's story and part in all of this? Find out next chapter!