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“So I have heard and found. Nobody seemed to be prepared at the dorms.” Not a single one of the other students, nor the other teachers. It all took them by surprise and threw them of rather hard. It was not pleasant to witness. Sigyn feared what it could mean, but wallowing in the fear was nothingn she wanted to do. Conversing with the prince sounded like a much better option.

“I do and then I do not. My mother is Asgardian. She still lives here, so… At times I would very much like to return home to Alfheim to escape her meddling ways.” Chances were he might know who exactly she was based on just that. Freya, her mother was well known here, especially to Odin. She was meddling with everything and everyone, but especially her daughters affairs. And she strived to strike up a match between her and Loki’s older brother. “But it is beautiful here when it’s not this cold and your mother is an impressive woman. There is so much to learn from her. In that regard I do not miss my home. I guess I do not have to tell you how much one can learn from your mother, you were taught by her yourself after all.”

Based on what she told him, he had his assumptions on who the person in question could be, but Loki knew better than to judge an individual simply on her parents, and so he wouldn’t do that with Sigyn either. There were rumors, though he let them be just that and paid no mind to them. He had had his fill of both him and Thor, though Thor more so than him, being compared to Odin, glorified that they’d grow up to be like him, which Loki wasn’t the biggest fan of. He’d rather much be compared to Frigga, because he thought he was in many ways like her.

Loki chuckled softly. “Was taught and still am. I’m at this point convinced that Mother represents an endless source of knowledge and magic she could teach anybody who would be willing to sit down and learn from her.” It was the very reason why he still very much loved spending time with her whenever he could, just watching her or listening to her. Frigga was somebody he deeply admired and looked up to, and strived to be as much as he could.

“At one point she will tell you that she taught you everything and send you off to perfection your magic in your very own way, but don’t let that fool you. You can learn so much from her even after that. Even if it’s small things like creating small fireworks or dancing lights for kids to entertain them or calm them down.”

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The spare one. That said it all, really. He was the younger brother, not the heir, not Thor. He really didn’t have to mention his name, but then again she guessed it was obvious she had not grown uo in Asgard, so the thought she might not have any knowledge of his name was logical. So it was kind of him to introduce himself. 

“You’re the son Frigga speaks of when she tells us of the seidr one of her sons wields.” Whereas everyone else seemed to speak of Thor’s power, Frigga, in teaching them about seidr, spoke of her younger son in high regard. Sigyn was truly always impressed by the stories she told of him. She knew she would eventually meet him, but didn’t think it would be now, nor under circumstances like these. It left her to meet Thor, the man her mother was determined she should marry. Her aunt was luckily resisting her mothers ambition and her aunt had the final say. 

“I am, yes. My name is Sigyn. I assume winters aren’t usually this…cold, are they?” It was really somethign else. She still shivered. “I have never experienced cold like this on Alfheim.”

The name was familiar to him. Obviously Frigga talked about them to each other on different occasions. It was almost adorable, and Loki once again couldn’t help but smile fondly. “Seems like Mother didn’t spare kind words about you either. She says you’re very talented and have lots of potential.” It also in turn had Loki wonder just how talented she was, though he supposed he would witness it soon enough.

“Sadly, winters like these aren’t common on Asgard either. Most are not prepared for it, and they’re accepted in the palace. There’s warm food, fires, and drinks.” He didn’t want to scare her with theories that were much darker. It was a wild guess only, and so far, none of the Einherjar or Thor for that matter came back with any news of this being any kind of attack.

“How is it like on Alfheim? Do you miss home?”

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She nodded, a little surprise he took it this well. She thought they would have a harder time at this, talking through it or…any other coping way.  She didn’t know any way to cope. She was never raised to deal with emotional things like this. Everything she was, she taught herself. She knew she was in a way similar to a feral wild cat, having grown up all alone, between apocalypses and catasrophes that allowed her to hide from those who wanted to see her dead and ended. Now at least people had free will to do as they pleased.

“And we have Mobius, too.” Mobius would help them, too, she was sure of it. They just had to team up once more. And make a plan. Maybe they could even have the luxury to rest. Maybe they should. Loki had sustained injuries and so did she. As much as her wounds were close now, she doubted the time being turned back on the wounds restored the blood she lost at the end of time. 

“We need to make a plan to…keep that from that variant.” Probably more running, probably more hiding in apocalypses or… would that even be necessary now?

Mobius. That was another matter they had to tackle eventually. Yes, they did have him, but not necessarily in the time where they were in at the very same moment. the Mobius they knew would help them, Loki knew as much, though he wasn’t so sure about the version he met before, the one that looked at him as if he fell from outer space and acted like a lunatic, which in some way he did, but only because it was about an emergency and Loki genuinely thought that Sylvie sent him to the TVA they knew. Apparently that wasn’t the case at all, which brought a whole new set of problems with itself.

“First you need to recover from your injuries. You look pale.” Whether from blood loss, because there really was a lot of blood involved, or from the shock she just experienced, but she needed rest and recovery, and so did he. “With all the chaos going on, I think we’ll be fine here for a while. We’ll have to find Mobius though. At least the Mobius we know. The one here isn’t the one.”

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Sylvie shook as pain cursed through her. It was just so much. Slowly it reduced from blinding hot pain to warm painful tingling, but bearable enough. She sat up, removing her hand from Loki’s and his hand from her cheek, but not to create distance between them, ut to wrap her arms around him, pull herself close as she shook and breathed heavily, relishing in every breath that she had choked on not so long ago. She placed her head on his shoulder, kept herself close, scared to lose him again.

In all her life she couldn’t not remember anyone ever holding her hand through pain or comforting her like he did when she needed it. Her life was lonely and centered around what she just did…and now empty. Her puprose was fulfilled. There was…only emptiness left.

“You were right.” He betrayed her, but… well, he had been right to be worried. She still…needed to do it. Her entire life had led to this. She needed it and yet. It left her hollow, reeling with pain.

This was all very much new to him. Loki never got the chance to comfort anybody, or have anybody cling to him the way Sylvie did. And still, Loki had the instinctive reaction to wrap his arms around her small frame and hold her close, even adjusting on the ground to be able to hold her even closer. At any other situation, at any other point, he would be gloating right now about being right and her being wrong, but he was a changed man now, and he learned from his mistakes, mostly while undertaking the journey he found himself in thanks to Mobius and Sylvie.

And he’d been there, he saw his world crumbling down, saw the purpose he thought he had be fulfilled and leave him with nothing. In a way, he felt the pain she felt, and he would do anything to at least try and make things better for her, as much as it was in his power. They were safe where they were, at least for the time being. It allowed them to at least try and come up with a plan.

“So were you. You had your... destiny to fulfil, you had to end the plan you started. I stood in the way. You did what you had to, even if it wasn’t the best decision. I’ve been through that, too. I guess all Lokis go through that one way or another.” He did have to say it like that, even though he knew she hated being called a Loki. “We’ll figure this out. We have the one thing this new variant wants, and we’re cunning and resourceful. It’s hard to deal with one of us, not to mention two.”

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The young asgardian Frigga had directed her to seemed to weild his seidr with such confidence, it was fascinating. Like nothing could distract him or throw him off, like it was second nature to him now, despite looking so young. His clothing, the fine asgardian leather, the polished gold, the rich lush green, gave one thing away: He was a high noble. What truly gave him away as one of the princes, though, was the reaction of some of the people that came to gather at the fires. All bowed a little, at least their heads, before him before settilng in front one of the generous fires.

“Truth be told, I am,” she admitted. Alfheim was not cold by nature, except for the deep winters. Nor was Asgard. And she had grown up very, very sheltered. As only niece of the childless queen, she was brought up as heir, as precious, not so much spoiled, but sheltered. The cold was harsh to her, unforgiving and not something she knew how to handle. The blanket did not do much to protect her, so she came closer, clearly still shivering. 

When she sat at the fire she looked at the young prince. He was handsome, tall and had a regal yet compassionate aura about him. There was more, though, too. “So… which of the Princes are you, my Lord?”

Her question had him smile softly. It was rare that he ever got asked that question, and when he did, it was usually a with a sarcastic tone, because it was more than obvious that Thor was the preferred son, at least by Odin, when Loki was, and that’s what he liked to think and even prided himself in, was Frigga’s choice. After all, she taught him all he knew about magic and still continued to do so, and she was the one he could always go to when something bothered him. Frigga was the voice of reason in many ways and many situations. 

But her question was genuine, almost a telltale sign that she wasn’t Asgardian, and it was actually really nice and refreshing. Loki turned to face her, only then noticing how she was still shivering despite the heavy blanket around her shoulders. The fire only lightly fluttered as he continued to maintain it with only one hand, while he moved the other in a very smooth motion and had another blanket appear around her shoulders.

“I’m the spare one.” The prince that was always shadowed by his older brother, the more studious one of the two, the loner out of the two. Thor was the social butterfly, the one who had friends. But not Loki. “I’m Loki.” it was still right to introduce himself. “You’re one of my mother’s apprentices, aren’t you? I’ve seen you with her a few times during lessons.”

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Loki is literally shaking all along her words. Loki is completely devastated by this horrible and impossible situation. I have never seen as much Loki sharing emotions in this scene for a very long time. The Loki from 2012 following his timeline, learned to keep his sadness in him, he never gives that kind of feeling in front of others, he buries it and frees it when he is alone. And there, his eyes, his sad look said extremely all. And as I have already written, his “No” just so meaning, it describes so many things. You feel that come out of his heart. He wants to change. He no longer wants a throne, he wants Sylvie to be okay, it has become his priority, his glorious purpose.

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He was here. Sylvie exhaled, letting herself relax a little into a familiar touch and a sense of almost safety. She knew it wasn’t safety, nothing could save her now. She felt the life slip from her too fast than for any of these people - minute men and analysts - to be able to stop the inevitable. 

She gave him a little smile, to acknowledge he was here, to acknowledge feeling a sense of comfort in having him here with her, not at the end of time, but at the end of her time, it seemed. 

“He who remains…his variant… He’s…” Something caught her eye, a statue of the very same man. What was going on here? This was supposed to be a statue of the time keepers, not…this man. His outfit looked so strikingly similar to that of the variant as oposed to the one of the variant she killed. She lifted her hand to stop him from checking her out, to slip the time twister into his hand, knowing it would be safest with him, not with anyone else.

“Hide it… he wants it…” He killed for it, easily. He couldn’t have it. “You…were right…” She felt something being fixed around her neck by one of the minute men, realized it was one of the collars, but she didn’t care. Her time was almost up. “You were right… I’m…so…” She couldn’t say it. Her voice broke. Then she coughed, a gurgling that produced blood spilling out. As she tried to inhale she couldn’t suck any air into her lungs again. That was it. She struggled a little, but she didn’t have strength left to do so. Her body went limp, her eyes closed as life left her… almost.

Time was reverted on her.

“You were right… I’m…so…” Once again her voice broke. Once again she coughed. Once again she pitifully drowned on her own blood. This time she kept her eyes open just  before time was reverted on her again.

“No…Loki…” it was almost pleading the way she spoke before she coughed again, died again. She didn’t understand why they did that. Tears slipped from her eyes when she died once more.

She didn’t speak when time reverted. Was this her eternal punishment? To die over and over? Was it his? To watch her die over and over again? To what end?

Someone came just before she died again.

When time was reverted this time. That someone was bento over her held some machine over her wounds. She felt painful warmth in her side, screamed as her skin was forcefully pulled together again, like it had been sliced open in reverse. 

He was in denial, in quite a big one at that, it seemed. His mind told him what was going on, the logical part of him trying to pull him out of the illusion that everything would be fine, and the way Sylvie stopped him from checking her over only added to it. He gulped, struggling a bit with how to react as reality hit him hard. She was dying. She was dying and there was nothing he could do about it. The limited healing magic he knew wouldn’t even suffice to stop the bleeding, even less so to heal her wounds and save her. 

It didn’t even register with him that people called for help, went to get help, not even that one of the minute men put one of those blasted collars around her neck. Loki was simply stuck in the moment, listened to Sylvie, tried to grasp on what she was saying so he could help her as best as he could. For just a few moments, he glanced down at his hand, at the item she pressed into it as if it was the most precious thing in the universe, and it was. It also made him a target, but that was besides the point. Whatever happened at the End of Time, it wasn’t good. He could only assume that Sylvie killed the variant of He Who Remains they encountered, and that things just went downhill from there on. 

It was a horrible sight to look at, Sylvie struggling to stay alive, only to die, at least almost. As he teared up, trying to brace himself for the inevitable, trying to prepare himself to mourn a friend he’d lose, Sylvie blurred out for a few seconds, only to be alive again. And die again. They were reverting time on her, keeping her alive that way, though he didn’t understand why. His mind immediately went to the time loop Mobius had him in for a while, where he’d repeatedly get his ass kicked by Sif because of a stupid and really harmless prank. Was that something similar, except neither of them was stuck in some made up reality? 

Funny how his brain never provided any logical answers like it usually would, simply because he had a person he cared deeply about. He had a friend, which was more than he ever had in his life before landing with the TVA. The thing was, neither was this punishment, nor was it some cruel way of the TVA to make them suffer, but simply a way to keep Sylvie alive until a doctor, or medic, whatever they called them here, arrived.

Loki remained by Sylvie’s side, not moving once except to make room for the person arriving to aid her. He held her hand through it all, giving her a small, encouraging smile through his tears. “It’ll be fine, Sylvie... You’ll be just f-” 

Her scream sent shivers down his spine, though it also meant that it was all over. At least he hoped it was. Loki gently stroked her cheek and kept holding her hand, hoping that that was enough to keep her with him. It was either that, or she would pass out from everything she went through. 

“I’m here, I’ve got you...” He whispered to her. “You’re fine.”

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Long Sleeved Clothes

An in depth description of events and my theory why Loki always wears long sleeved clothes CW: Self-harm & depression; reader discretion is advised

Loki never took it easy when he found out he was lied to all his life up until the point where he picked up the Casket of Ancient Winters in the Asgardian treasure room for the first time. Before that, he was happy, loved following Thor around and into adventure, always prided himself when they would come back to Asgard with another victory at war or in battle. Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by him that Odin favored Thor, but his mind would always push it away and dismiss it as Thor being the firstborn. At times he was even jealous of his brother, but never actually showed it until Thors coronation ceremony.

The news he received from Odin, that he was adopted, or well taken away from Jotunheim for the Allfather to have leverage in negotiations with Laufey, left a huge scar on the young Aesir. Loki felt betrayed, unworthy and hurt, though nothing could compare with the feeling of being suddenly unloved and unwanted by his own family. This was just one of the many scars that left their trace on the trickster god and remained.

The mental cuts only got deeper when he was captured by Thanos (more in-depth and detailed description can be found here) and followed through when Thor brought him back to Asgard and he was locked safely inside of Asgards prison. By then Loki refused to talk to anybody but Frigga, as she was the only one he still trusted and loved. Occasionally, when he visited, he would talk to Thor as well, but otherwise gave him a silent treatment, thinking he would twist his words and, like many criminals that were locked up with him, make fun of him.

But it was in the cell that Loki could use his magic, spend time practicing it, but not for practices sake. The truth behind it was much more sinister and sad. He was an outcast, an outsider and somebody unwanted, an enemy of Asgard, tortured and broken by Thanos and his Children. The only way he saw an exit out of the bad place he was in was through pain, as it was only pain he felt for such a long time, and so inflicted it on himself. Hidden from others, bit by bit, he would cut his wrists with one of his trusty daggers he usually fought with, or simply made everything in the cell out of glass only to shatter it against the walls and step on it. It felt good and relieving at the same time.

With the small knowledge of healing magic he would usually heal the scars and wounds, but would still keep on causing self-harm to him, as a PTSD side-effect of Thanos’ repeated torture for over a year before he agreed to serve him. Things had gotten worse when word reached him that Frigga was dead. Using now spells on him, Loki would make large gashes appear all over his torso and back and he would scream, scream loudly from sorrow and pain yet nobody could hear him. As Thor came to him to ask him for help and the illusion of him not caring at all fell, the god of thunder only saw a bit of the actual harm and effects of everything that happened. Beneath yet another illusion, the whole cell was covered in blood and Loki covered in scars.

Many see him as a headstrong, impulsive and hot headed God of Mischief, a troublemaker and outcast, yet the truth is that Loki is nothing but a broken and fragile soul trying to find his place in the Nine realms.

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The winter storm caught all of them off guard, and it required joint forces and team work from them all if they wanted to brave through it. Most citizens of Asgard sought out refuge in the Golden Palace, while others remained safe in the shelter of their own home. The citizens were unsettled by the sudden change in weather, to the point where it also sparked rumour of Frost Giants somehow finding their way into Asgard and this being only one of the many attacks that would follow in suit the moment Asgard was weakened.

Odin, to put the citizens at ease, deployed guards to scout the streets to report back. Having Frost Giants roam Asgard freely and undermining the realm from the core could prove quite bad. Thor was among them, that much Loki knew, as well as his friends.

Those who came to the palace were directed towards the throne room, where Loki, along with other Seidr, kept the fires going, ensuring that folk, mostly nobles, were kept warm. Blankets were provided for everybody, as well as warm drinks and food. Loki almost fondly watched Frigga living up to her role as Allmother, practically mothering everybody who came in and making sure they were well looked after. One such person looked a bit out of place, though he recognized her as one of his mother's students, and she too, made sure that people who sought out refuge were moved to the fires.

Once things calmed and everybody was inside, Loki gave her a small smile as she came within earshot. "Come closer to the fire. You look like you're cold, even with that blanket."

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The sudden arrival of a winter storm took everyone by surprise. Within several moments the outskirts of the city were without power. Sigyn knew a winter storm like that was unusual in Asgard, as it wasn’t a normal planet like Alfheim was. Frigga’s most recent student followed other seidr students up to the palace. She didn’t bring a winter coat, because she did not expect it necessary, did not expect the city losing power, the hearths and fires being forced out by whatever cold that was. 

In their rush to get to the palace, they got hindered by the Einherjar leaving the palace in formation. Snow fell onto the young princess, who wore unassuming clothes, without flourish, hiding her noble origins well. 

Finally they made it into the halls of Odin, being greeted by those few able to weild seidr well enough to maintain fires.

“Child, come here,” she heard Frigga call out. She held a heavy wool blanket and wrapped it around her and guided her to a corner, where a young dark-haired seidr caster maintained a fire for a few people that looked like all of them were nobles. Sigyn instantly knew she would look out of place and yet nobody would question her, since the queen herself had brought her and left to guide other refugees to the generous fires.

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Sleep

Loki is a restless sleeper and usually barely gets any sleep during the night. That is mostly due to his past - the torture he had went thought before agreeing to serve Thanos, finding out that he is in fact Jotun and not Odin’s son as he thought for so many years, not to mention the loss of Frigga, the only one he really considered the only family he had for so long. What also keeps him up is the constant thoughts about the things he had done, if he could have done them in another way or not at all. One also has to keep in mind that Loki, due to things he had done, also has a lot of people who wouldn’t hesitate from hurting him or even killing him, so fear is also another factor that has influence on Loki’s sleep. If he does get a good rest, then it is when he sleeps in an environment he knows and feels safe in.

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Being ‘Odinson’

Loki, while sometimes introducing himself as Loki Laufeyson, more to spite Odin than anything else, absolutely hates being even considered Laufeys son. While he accepted that he is the rightful king of Jotunheim, he never accepted the fact that he was abandoned by his own birth father to die because he was “too small to be a frost giants offspring”, ergo they thought he would probably die anyway.

As for being Odinson, Loki always prided himself in being a son of Odin, especially before he had found out about his true heritage. Yet afterwards, when so many things became clear to him, as to why Odin always favoured Thor, for example, the tossed away his name became Friggason, the son of Frigga. She was the only family he had left at the time, the only one he could trust and knew still loved him. After Friggas death, Loki went by just Loki, finding that he had no real place in all the realms he could fit it.

Only after speaking to Odin for the last time, when he called both of them his sons, when he told him how Frigga would have been proud of him for all the magic he had learned that she taught him, Loki realized that Odin never stopped loving him, not really. Deep down the Allfather still considered Loki his son. Even after so much bad blood between them, after Loki pushing him away, he in fact always was Odinson and now proudly, yet again, introduces himself as such.

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Submitting into Thanos’ service

CW: mentions of turture, violence and suicidal thoughts, reader discretion advised

Many on Midgard to this day believe that Loki was working on his own when he took the Tesseract and executed the attack on New York. The truth is far from that. The one who sent him to get the Tesseract for him, and with that the Space Stone. Yet the trickster didn’t make it easy for Thanos either, at least not in the beginning.

After falling into the Abyss with the Bifrost, Loki was saved by the Other, who then brought him to Thanos. The titan revealed his plans to him and demanded for Loki to do the work for him, yet the god of mischief refused, something that enraged Thanos to no end. He had his Children,  Corvus Glaive, Ebony Maw and Proxima Midnight, have their way with him, as Thanos hoped that he would be easy to break. That was where the titan was wrong.

Day after day the three Children would put Loki through torture, using magic, breaking his bones, making him scream until his voice was gone. Sometimes Cull Obsidian would join in as well, which was something Loki was scared the most off. As if the constant torture wasn’t enough, Thanos had his healers mend Lokis wounds every night as he was tossed into his cell and chained with chains that disabled his magic abilities.

At first he tried not to give them the satisfaction of seeing the effects of the torture on him, but as time passed, it became harder and harder. Even with the broken bones and cuts healed, Loki wound still feel the pain, pain that hindered him from sleeping and made him wish he would never have been saved in the first place. So many times did he think of death, how everything would have been easier if he was dead. He would have even ended his life then and there if it wasn’t for the shackles that stopped him from using magic.

Loki had to relive the horror of torture and violence done on him over and over again, day by day until almost one year later, when he finally gave in. Mentally broken by then, it was easy for Thanos to convince the trickster to do his bidding, even promising him a throne over Midgard, a throne he had craved so much and for so long. Only fueled with the though of getting a throne and becoming king, Loki set off to get the Tesseract, completely ignorant of the possible consequences of his actions.

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Everything went downhill the moment Loki was faced with the ultimate betrayal. All this time, he thought that he finally found somebody he could trust, somebody whom he could consider a friend, only to be betrayed by her. It hurt. It hurt when he landed back at the TVA, despite feeling bitter and angry at first. It hurt even more when he found Mobius only to realize that Sylvie sent him to a timeline where apparently another TVA existed, where Mobius didn’t recognize him. Loki was quite literally stranded in one of the countless timelines, without a way out, unless he got his hands on another TemPad.

The thing was, he had no energy to do so. He was drained, emotionally and mentally. Years ago he would relinquish in the fact that him, or a variant of him, caused such havoc, though he outgrew his ways, wanted to do things right, if nothing else, just this once, though to no avail. Maybe Lokis really were destined to lose, even against themselves. It had him simply slomp down on the ground, eyes fixed on the timeline, watching it branch further, occasionally watch Minutemen run past him to go and try to help fix what Sylvie caused. 

It wasn’t until he heard commotion further down the corridor, with people rushing there, with a familiar voice among many others. Sylvie. Loki followed his initial instinct and got up, moving to the spot, pushing people to the side and ignoring their protests along the way. Why was she there? What changed at the End of Time for her to come after him? 

The answer was quite obvious. She was injured, heavily by the looks of it. There was blood everywhere, she was mumbling, and as much as he was still hurt and almost disgusted by the way she handled the situation and stabbed him in the back, he still cared about her. 

“I’m here.” He told her in a soft tone as he moved down on her level, cupped her face with his one hand to make her look at him, so she knew he was there, while the other carefully checked the injuries which were worse than he thought. “These wounds need treatment immediately.” Otherwise she would bleed out. “Who’s coming? Sylvie... what happened?”

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The timeline was branching into something that looked like a magnificent net, a galaxy in its own right. The representation of so many variations of the same time, the same persons, had Sylvie stare out into it. Maybe soemwhere out there was her timeline, her past, what would have been her present and future, but was probably still lost to her due to herbeing removed from her timeline for so long. Loki…he wasn’t removed so long, hadn’t grown years and years and outgrown who he was meant to be. He could return. She hoped he did. She hoped he made his own story now. 

Sylvie fidgeted with the time twister, when she heard the low sound of a time door open behind her. This shouldn’t happen. She turned…only to find the person she just killed standing there. He took a look around and then pointed at the time twister, insinuating it belonged to him, not her. He tried to take it by force. She fought back, with all she had, but she stood no chance against him.

When she was down, she took a moment of distraction from him to escape with the time twister - he was rather full of himself, delivering a speech how he would be Lord of Time now.

She escaped to the same place she sent Loki. Blood was running down her side, where a long cut ranged from her side, down to her ankle even. She was pretty sure she had some broken ribs, mabye even parts of her hip were fractures as well. The pain caught up with her the moment she connected with the floor. 

People surrounded her, TVA workers, minute men. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to hold onto consciousness as her blood spread out in a pool on the floor.

“Loki… I need… Loki…Tell him he’s…he’s coming.”

#asgardsdaughters

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How Loki survived Thanos

aka Loki and his illusions

As it was shown in the first Thor movie, Loki, when in touch with Jötunn magic, turns into his Jötunn form. I, however, think that Loki always was in his Jötunn form to begin with. Odin certainly has magic of his own, which he possibly used on Loki when he first found him as an abandoned baby, to see how well he would fit in Asgard should he take him back. Upon returning to the palace and showing Frigga the baby, she used her own magic to conceal Loki’s Jötunn form at all times, all until the point after Loki found out about his heritage and went to her to teach him how to do it.

Being the master of illusion, Loki kept up the Asgardian disguise so nobody would suspect a thing. On occasion, especially after he had endured torture by Thanos and the Black Order to be forced into his service, his illusion magic and magic in general, due to anxiety and horrible flashbacks, would falter and lose on power, which would result in the disguise illusion dropping and showing his true form. During such times Loki would hide away until he would completely calm down to be able to maintain the Asgardian disguise once more.

Now, In Infinity War, it’s shown how Thanos breaks Loki’s neck when he fakes his pledge to the titan and tries to kill him with one of his trusted daggers. HOWEVER: if that was the real Loki, he would have turned Jötunn when dead, which is exactly the reason to believe that Loki actually isn’t dead, yet managed to escape beforehand. As the master of illusions and shapeshifting, it would be incredibly easy for him to make a duplicate of himself and leave the Tesseract with the duplicate, knowing that Thanos was after the space stone to begin with, and that the said stone could potentially save Thor’s life. His death would only be the cherry on top of the whipped cream for Thanos, since Loki did betray him and failed to bring him the Tesseract.

As it turns out, the “Loki” that died remained in his Asgardian form, which makes me believe that he survived with the help of his illusions, because upon death, his magic should have died alongside with him, which in turn would also break his disguise illusion and make him appear as he truly is supposed to look like - a Jötunn. That in turn also pulls a parallel to The Dark World, where “Loki” died to Kurse. “Loki” died in Thor’s arms, again in Asgardian form. Should he have really died, the illusion disguise would have disappeared as well, leaving him in his Jötunn form. Instead, Loki is, after his “death”, first shown in the disguise as one of Odin’s Einherjar to deliver the message to the Allfather that Loki died, only to take over the throne of Asgard and disguise himself as Odin. So there is a very high chance that Loki is out there, alive, disguised as somebody nobody would ever suspect, waiting for the right time to join the Avengers in the final battle against Thanos.

#( headcanon ) #( queue )