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Portal to My Heart (Book 2) Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen: At the Divergence

Sylvie, Loki, and (Y/N) stared at HWR in shock at his proposal that they would prune innocent Timelines. HWR continued anyways.

“There’s two options!” he said. “One…you kill me and destroy all this, so you don’t just have one devil, you have an infinite amount. Or…you three. You three run the whole thing. Of course, (Y/N) would get the most power, no offense to the Lokis but you guys tend to miss the big picture, but all three of you would be in charge together. It’s a pity she won’t live as long as you two, so hopefully you learn something from her.”

“You’re lying,” said Loki. “Why would you give up being in control?”

HWR sighed. “Buddy…I’m tired. I’m older than I look. This game is for the young, the hungry. I’ve gone through a lot of scenarios trying to find the right person to take this spot. It turns out that one person came with two partners.” He chuckled. “But it’s definitely (Y/N) and her two Lokis.”

“Her Lokis?” questioned Sylvie, crossing her and frowning (still turning a little red).

“Well, I’m certainly not your (Y/N), so you must be my Lokis,” shrugged (Y/N).

“Not the time,” said Loki, giving Sylvie a jealous glance. He knew (Y/N) cared for him, but she had never confirmed whether or not she also cared for Sylvie in the same way, and Lokis were a bit possessive by nature.

HWR just shook his head at their antics. “No more lies. You kill me, and the Sacred Timeline is completely exposed. Multiversal War. Or you take over and return to the TVA as its benevolent rulers. Tell the workforce who they are and why they do what they do.”

“You treated real people’s lives like some kind of game,” hissed Sylvie.

“It’s not personal; it’s practical,” defended HWR.

“It was personal to me,” said Sylvie.

HWR groaned. “Grow up! Grow up, Sylvie! Murderer! Hypocrite! We’re all villains here, excepting (Y/N). She’s more like an anti-hero, grey area material. But the rest of us? We’ve all done terrible, horrible things.” He looked at both Sylvie and Loki pointedly. Loki swallowed and looked down. “But now, we, you…have a chance to do them for a good reason.”

“Using violence to control people isn’t a good reason,” spat (Y/N).

“I think keeping them from starting a war is,” said HWR. From outside, a rumbling could be heard. HWR’s eyes widened, and he looked around in concern. “We just crossed the threshold.” He began to laugh, and thunder rumbled again. “Oh!” He picked up a trinket and let it fall to his desk. “So, I fibbed.”

(Y/N) frowned at his sudden change in tone. “What?”

“I fibbed earlier when I said I know how everything’s going to go. I know, I knew everything up to a certain point, and that point was about seven, eight, nine, ten seconds ago.” HWR chuckled. “I guess (Y/N) was right once again; I can’t see everything.”

Outside the windows, the Sacred Timeline began slowly splitting into thousands of branches. (Y/N) was distracted for a moment watching its hypnotic glowing.

“But now I have no idea,” said HWR. “No idea how the rest of this is going to go. I’m being candid.”

“So that’s it?” Loki was frowning in disbelief. “That’s it? This is what happens at the end of time? And now you’re just going to sit there with all that freedom and…let us decide your fate?”

“Yes!” answered HWR excitedly. “Yes! Yes! What’s the worst that can happen? You either take over, and my life’s work continues, or you plunge a blade in my chest, and an infinite amount of me start another Multiversal War. And I just…end up right back here anyways.” He chuckled. “Reincarnation, baby!”

“No, it’s just another lie,” said Sylvie stubbornly. “Another manipulation.”

(Y/N) was unconvinced by anything. She felt that they needn’t to think before acting and try to find another option. Either-or situations weren’t pleasant, and she obstinately didn’t believe in them.

On the other side of the coin (from Sylvie, at least), Loki was apparently swayed by HWR’s speech. He was concerned about the possibility of a Multiversal War and seemed to believe HWR might be right.

“Oh, no lie.” HWR shook his head. “No manipulation. Come on, (Y/N), can you help give them some sense?”

“No, because I don’t believe in having to choose between bad and worse options. I like making up my own options,” said (Y/N), smiling artificially.

HWR sighed. “Wow. I expected a little more from you.”

(Y/N) just rolled her eyes. “Maybe try understanding someone before thinking you know how they’ll act.”

“Touché,” said HWR, chuckling before getting quiet again. He slipped off the bracelet he wore and set it on the table. “Wow…I love this.”

(Y/N) deadpanned. He really doesn’t like staying on a subject.

“I love…all this honestly. Feels like a fresh start,” said HWR. “Even if everything isn’t going perfectly, it’s just…refreshing.”

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Then, Sylvie jumped to her feet and swung down at HWR. Loki grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Sylvie turned her sword on him, causing him to back up and (Y/N) to jolt up.

“What’re you doing?” demanded Sylvie.

“Hang on a moment,” said Loki.

“What?” hissed Sylvie.

“This isn’t a decision we can rush into,” said (Y/N), gently putting her hand on Sylvie’s sword to lower it from Loki’s throat.

“We came here to finish what we started! We need to kill him,” said Sylvie. She spun around and advanced towards HWR again.

In a rush (Y/N) thrust out a hand, and a portal appeared in front of Sylvie. She ended up behind (Y/N) once again.

“We need to think, Sylvie. We don’t have to leave him unpunished, but we also need to think for a fucking second,” said (Y/N) angrily.

Sylvie didn’t listen, and in a fit of anger, swung her sword. Loki jumped in and blocked it before (Y/N) got it, kicking Sylvie back.

“He could be telling the truth, at least partially, like (Y/N) said,” grunted Loki.

“You believe that a bazillion boogeymen will turn up just because we give people free will?” snapped Sylvie. “He’s a liar, Loki!”

“So am I! And I don’t think he was lying about the possibility of war,” said Loki.

“Dammit, Sylvie! I want him to suffer too, but it would be stupid to rush into this,” said (Y/N). “He’s an insane dictator, but that doesn’t make him completely wrong about the dangers of rushing into a decision that holds the universe in the balance, that holds more innocents in the balance. A multiverse where people are free to live their lives and make decisions would be amazing, but…” (Y/N) gestured to HWR. “We don’t know who he is! He might not be a savior like he claims and just the winner of that war, a cruel man who wants control. We need to figure out the complete truth and whether or not a worse man coming to power is possible. Then we can figure out how to prevent it if someone does try to start a war! It’s not just international relations, it's inter-universal relations!”

Sylvie looked at (Y/N), heartbroken at her lack of trust in her judgement.

“We risk unleashing something even worse if we kill him without a plan,” said Loki.

“We need to take a moment to think about this,” said (Y/N).

“I thought you were on my side,” seethed Sylvie, glaring at (Y/N).

“I am on the side of people. The people who can’t be here to speak their mind and make a decision. They don’t decide to have their lives endangered because we rushed into killing someone out of revenge,” said (Y/N). She was begging Sylvie to hear her words and just stop for a moment.

Sylvie scoffed. “You’re both just cons.”

“Is that really what you think of me?” demanded (Y/N). “After everything we went through, you think I’d lie now?”

“Neither of you are exactly trustworthy, are you?” snapped Sylvie.

“You never trusted us, did you?” asked Loki, narrowing his eyes. “What was the point of all this? You never see past your own nose. This is bigger than us.”

“Why aren’t we seeing this the same way?” asked Sylvie.

“Because we aren’t the same people,” said (Y/N).

“Then I guess we’re at an impasse,” said Sylvie coldly.

“Sylvie, wait—!”

She swung at Loki and (Y/N), who dodged. Loki sliced down at her in return but got blasted back with magic. (Y/N) flipped her dagger out and attacked, so Sylvie blocked and kicked her to the ground. As Sylvie rushed towards HWR, (Y/N) dropped her through another portal, scrambled to her feet, and blocked any further approach. Furious, Sylvie forced her backwards onto the desk, pinning her down.

“Sylvie,” groaned (Y/N). “Sylvie, please!” She pushed the dagger against Sylvie’s sword. “The cost of getting this wrong is too high!”

“Then kill me and take your throne with him,” spat Sylvie, pushing her weapon towards (Y/N)’s throat.

Loki growled and wrenched her away. Sylvie sliced at him, and he parried and attacked. (Y/N) pushed herself off the desk and kept Sylvie away from HWR. Getting behind Sylvie and trying to knock her down, (Y/N) was met with a blast of magic which sent her sprawling across the floor. Sylvie winced at the impact but took advantage of Loki’s shock in order to knock him down. Unencumbered, she raced to HWR and brought her sword down. At the last moment, (Y/N) appeared in front. Sylvie’s eyes widened, and she stopped before she decapitated (Y/N). The other woman dropped in her dagger and held up her hands. Loki and HWR froze at the scene.

“Sylvie, please. Stop,” said (Y/N), looking at Sylvie unafraid, even as the cool metal rested on her throat. She reached up for Sylvie. “Stop.” Sylvie’s breath caught. “It doesn’t have to be this way. None of us want a throne. We want to help people. And we can do that together.”

Sylvie let out a light sob and let her sword fall to her side and then the ground. She leaned in and hugged (Y/N) tightly, spinning her around as they embraced. Sylvie stepped back. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. With the device she had swiped from the test, Sylvie summoned a door to the TVA.

Loki’s eyes widened, and he pushed (Y/N) out of the way, letting himself be transported away. He didn’t want to leave (Y/N) behind, but he knew that if anyone could try to reason with Sylvie some more, it was her.

“Loki!” cried (Y/N).

Sylvie turned and blasted HWR’s desk to the side, causing (Y/N) to scramble out of the way. “Aren’t you gonna beg for you life?” questioned Sylvie to HWR.

“Could, could,” he chuckled.

Sylvie raised her knife and brought it down. Her eyes widened. “Oh, gods…I didn’t…oh…”

(Y/N) clenched her jaw as she felt her wound begin to bleed. “Sylvie, stop. Please…” She fell to her knees.

Sylvie panicked and knelt next to her, fiddling with HWR’s watch again. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I need to finish this.” Opening another doorway and giving (Y/N) a final apologetic, heartbroken look, Sylvie pushed her through.

(Y/N) landed roughly next to where Loki was sitting, disheartened, in a TVA interrogation room. She cried out as her wound ached from hitting the ground.

“(Y/N)!” Loki’s eyes widened in horror, and he rushed to her side, holding her tight against him. “Gods…did Sylvie do this to you?”

“It was an accident,” coughed (Y/N). “But shit, it hurts.”

“Someone!” cried Loki. “I need someone!” Cursing as no one came in, he lifted (Y/N) up and set out in search of help. “Keep your eyes open, everything’s going to be all right.” Loki brightened in relief as he saw Mobius, free of any bonds, speaking hurriedly to B-15.

“Sixty-three new branches in this unit alone? Does he want us to just them all branch?” said Mobius to B-15.

“Mobius!” shouted Loki, slowing to a stop. “We made a terrible mistake, and now everything’s gone wrong and (Y/N)’s hurt!”

“What?” asked Mobius. His eyes widened as he saw the bleeding woman in Loki’s arms.

“Freed the timeline, found the bastard, war…need to prepare…” murmured (Y/N), dizzy from blood loss.

“I don’t know what happened to you analysts—” (Y/N) and Loki looked at him in confusion and alarm “—but we need to you to a medic, now!” Mobius flipped open his Tempad and called medics. “Now, who are you guys?”

“What…?” breathed Loki.

“We need boots on the ground, stat,” said B-15.

Loki just sank to floor and held (Y/N) close as he realized they had really messed up. They could both see the statue looming over them on the elevator, not of the Time-Keepers, but of He-Who-Remains. Everything had gone wrong, and now they were in an even bigger mess. Loki took a deep, shuddering breath as he waited for the medics to arrive.

“Please don’t leave me…” he whispered. “I need you here. You were right about everything. Please stay.” “It’s a pity she won’t live as long as you.” Loki’s heart clenched at the reminder of (Y/N)’s mortality. “You can’t die today, (Y/N). You can’t…because I love you.”

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lettingtimepass · 6 months

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Loki s2e4

WHY does Sylvie come back to the TVA after they take Timely? Like, I know thematically why she's there, but realistically, why is she there?! She claims all she wants to do is fuck back off to McDonald's 😭 I guess she just didn't trust Loki/Mobius to actually save the timelines.

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anundyingfidelity · 6 months

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FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS – Loki x female reader

Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.

Word count: 3.9k.

Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.

Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!

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It's harder to stay...

Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.

The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.

Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.

"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.

Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"

The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.

"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.

"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.

"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.

During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.

"So it's personal..."

"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.

"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."

"I won't."

2029, Sacred Timeline

When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.

But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.

You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.

At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.

Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.

He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.

So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.

Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.

The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.

"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.

You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.

"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.

All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."

"Loki, I saw you die..."

Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.

"I know you did, my love."

You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.

And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.

"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"

Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.

"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."

"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."

"What?" you mumbled.

Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?

"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.

Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"

He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."

You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.

"Your death was supposed to be then?"

"Yes, it was."

"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.

Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.

Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.

"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"

"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.

You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."

Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"

"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."

"Or you could do both."

"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, Loki."

"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."

You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."

Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.

You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.

"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."

He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."

"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."

"No,I can't-"

"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."

Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.

"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."

And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."

Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.

When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.

"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.

Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."

His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.

You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."

"Thank you, love."

Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.

"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.

"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.

So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.

Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.

"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.

"I love you too."

Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.

The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.

So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.

He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.

Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.

At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.

"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."

"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.

"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.

"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.

"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."

And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.

You were right. Mobius was a good friend.

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what once was mine | ch 1

Loki x Reader

Summary: When watching what once was supposed to be the rest of his life, in an empty room in the TVA, Loki sees someone he can't recognize; a girl who's all tenderness and loose smiles, and most importantly, she was smiling at him.

A/N: A long overdue mini-series for one of my favorite characters of all time. I had this idea when season one of Loki first came out, but never got to writing it, and now with season two coming, I decided to finally do it. There are two important things that need to be said before we head into it though; firstly and most importantly, I will not be following the show's plot at all, this story will only be focusing on the relationship between Loki and the reader, after all that's what it is about and I don't want it to be unnecessarily huge; secondly, this story will be mostly told in moments, which means that not every single scene happening between the characters will be written down in length. Lastly, I do hope you can all enjoy it. <3

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Things felt worthless. Everything suddenly seemed unimportant. His whole life, everything he knew, felt small and frail. Because here, infinity stones were mere paperweights.

Loki scoffed as he pushed himself up from the floor, one hand coming up to tug at the collar still wrapped around his neck. This place made him feel as if his brain was melting, it was all too much, too sudden—sacred timeline, variants. A sense of utter helplessness started to weigh heavily in the pit of his stomach.

Yet he couldn't hold himself back from sitting at the single table in the middle of the dim-lit room. The checkered image of the Avengers right in front of him seemed to be taunting him.

This was still the same day, right?

Or maybe not, Loki wasn't certain anymore; it sure didn't feel like the same day.

For a split second, as he looked down at the red, round device resting on top of the table, he thought about how everything here looked so old-fashioned. It was almost ironic, for a place out of time.

Loki couldn't help himself. His curiosity got the best of him eventually. But if anyone had their whole life just a click away, they'd probably do the same.

So he watched, through glimpses passing on a screen, a life that was supposed to be his. He watched his mother die, and then his father; he watched as Thor called him a brother with a smile on his face again, and as they made earth a new home for Asgard. Loki's eyes were already a pool of tears as soon as his mother's lifeless body had appeared in front of him, they cascaded down his cheeks freely, leaving behind a damp path of a lifetime worth of mourning, now seen in less than a minute. The loss somehow felt greater, because now he wouldn't even have those moments to begin with.

But suddenly, amidst the moments of suffering and mistakes, an unfamiliar face appeared. She had a smile on her face most of the time, and even through the static of the image in front of him, Loki could clearly see the glint in her pupils, the crinkle beside her eyes. She was quite captivating, maybe that's why it took him a second to realize she was smiling at him.

A frown etched itself in Loki's eyebrows, he leaned forward on his chair as he pressed play again. Curiosity and... apprehension twirled wildly inside his stomach.

The moments with her were endless. Walks on the beach, shared ice creams, quiet nights watching a movie, dancing together in a dark kitchen, the golden rays of a sunset shining against her hair in a memory tucked away like a treasure; and even a moment of her talking with Tony Stark and the others, while her hand held tightly onto Loki's, the other Loki, that is. All of them looked futile, a simple existence Loki would never have considered fit for him; so why did these moments feel important?

Inside TVA's lonely room, Loki held his breath until his lungs ached. His heart was threatening to jump out of his chest and his eyes were stinging for a whole new reason. He could feel the shaking of his own hands. That look in her eyes, it was one of love, anyone who saw would know it. But the cause of the sudden lump in Loki's throat was the fact that this look was always directed at him. That love in her eyes, that smile on her lips; was for him.

Several minutes went by with him silently looking at the paused image of her on the checkered screen. A few stray tears rolled down his cheeks, and he wasn't sure why yet. If it was for the shock of learning that someone could love him this much; or because of the envy, the longing for something that wasn't even his, not really, he never got there after all.

There was a hole in his chest, a missing piece of something he never had. Loki didn't even know her name, yet a part of him was screaming it anyway.

He eventually moved on, and almost threw up when he watched Thanos take his life from him. Loki watched his brother cry over his lifeless body, yet he wasn't seeing her.

And despite the boatload of information thrown at him, the questions clouding his mind were only; who is she? Where is she?

Lost. Loki felt more lost than he probably ever did in his entire life. He had just watched what was supposed to be the rest of his life, yet... it wouldn't be. So what now?

He sat down on the small stairs of the room, burying his head in his hands.

And then there was this girl; smiling and laughing and holding his hand as if he had been the best thing to ever happen to her. This feeling, warm and heavy, squeezing Loki's heart, was a foreign one—he couldn't quite place why that look of pure adoration in her eyes was directed at him.

He needed to know who she was. He needed to find her and ask her why. He needed to know what she was, or- would be to him.

The sudden sound of the door opening startled Loki, he watched as Mobius walked into the room, his steps overly cautious. "Loki? Nowhere left to run."

Gulping back a sob clawing its way through his throat, Loki took a deep breath. He slowly glanced up, voice calm and defeated as he asked a question he already knew the answer to; "I can't go back, can I?"

Mobius simply looked at him, his eyes holding some kind of sympathy as he spared Loki from hearing the truth out loud.

Loki pursed his lips, his gaze slowly trailed back to the screen on his left that again adorned a paused image of the mysterious girl. Her lips were turned up just slightly, dark sunglasses covered her eyes, and she held a slowly melting ice cream in one of her hands. "Who is she?" he asked quietly.

Placing his weapon on the table, Mobius let out a long sigh, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask about her."

The words made Loki snap his head towards him, a frown coming to his eyebrows immediately.

"She..." Mobius hesitated, "she is someone almost as annoying as you."

"That doesn't answer my question." Loki nearly sounded offended. He got up then, taking slow steps towards Mobius. "She seemed... important, yet I don't know who she is."

"I'm afraid you haven't met her yet."

"Then tell me who she is."

Mobius grimaced; "I don't think it's my place to say it."

"That's absurd," Loki scoffed, "it's my life we're talking about here."

"How about we help each other then, hm?" Mobius offered, and when Loki only frowned at him, he continued; "a fugitive Variant has been killing our Minutemen."

Loki narrowed his eyes. "And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?"

A small smirk came to Mobius' lips; "That's right. You help us stop him. I get you an opportunity to meet her and you can ask her whatever questions you want to know."

A meeting with someone didn't feel like much for his end of the bargain, but that same voice inside Loki was still screaming a name he didn't know how to spell. He had to know.

"Deal."

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cleabellanov · 3 months

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"But Lokius isn't even canon! Stop making everything gay!"

...

The Loki series isn't just about romantic relationships and shouldn't be seen as so. However, there is a lot of subtext. Maybe this ship is not canon, but it was intended to be seen as so by the fans.

If Lokius isn't canon, then why were the last two shots of the series showing Mobius and Loki?

If Lokius isn't canon, why would there be so much touching and scenes so physically close to one another? (believe me I know they're friends. that just offers a solid base for something more)

If Lokius isn't canon, why is there an OFFICIAL track named like that?

Why is said track played or incorporated in different scenes of the series? like

-the first McDonalds meeting with Sylvie,

-the back-in-time conversation with Kang

- the ASCENSION to the throne?

Why is the Sylvie and Loki kiss never mentioned, by the producers, in the series per se, or even in the season 1 recap?

Why is Mobius the only one looking at Loki when he leaves down to the temporal loom?

And the other way around, why did Loki only make eye contact with Mobius in that scene?

Why is Mobius the only one to notice there is something wrong when Loki is still trying to fix the Loom?

Why did Mobius/Don on the original timeline, mention he's single, trust a complete stranger, invite him for a drink, AND offer to sell him a quite personal jet-ski?

Why did Loki, the LITERAL GOD OF MISCHIEF stutter and fix his hair and coat for no one else but Mobius (who by the way is just a jetski salesman on that timeline)?

Why is the timeslipping Loki had to go through directed to Mobius twice, him being the the only one he doesn't need a TemPad to "recruit"?

Why would Loki bring up Thor and Jane if it wasn't to mirror him and Mobius? (because, as he already was talking to Sylvie, he certainly wasn't implying it's about her. They were arguing, AND Mobius was implied in the conversation. Loki defended him in front of Sylvie, in case you forgot.)

Why would Mobius's voice be the one to echo back to Loki on his throne? let time pass time pass time pass

Why the RAINBOW?

WHY DID LOKI LOOK AT MOBIUS RIGHT BEFORE THE FAMOUS LINE "IT'S ABOUT WHO"? (important mention: Sylvie was behind him when he said that. why didn't he just turn around when saying it? nope, they know what they're doing)

Why is the shot cut to Mobi after Loki's "it was more about what I wanted" line?

Why the shot where 7 characters could've been showed (Mobius, Loki, Sylvie, B-15, Casey, O.B., Victor Timely) there are only 2: Mobius and Loki?

Why is Mobius the only one to tell Loki he can be someone good, and the first one Loki actually believes despite his tendency to do the other way around in the past?

Why does Mobius finally find insight, and reinvent his whole life at the TVA because Loki helped him do so? (they're not even the first Loki variant he faced, but something clicked this time)

Why does the bloody sleeve, representing Loki being hurt by Sylvie just because he "wore his heart on his sleeve" disappear on episode 2? (because he finally understands who he needs to be next to)

Why did Mobius risk his life on the first episode?

Why did Loki go to past Mobius for the final advice, not to the present one, not to Sylvie?

Why did Loki ultimately sacrifice his life for the ones he loves?

And why is Mobius left alone, with the door locked, after Loki leaves in the Loom's radiation?

Why would there be so much endearing looks, and smiles at each other, if not for a conscious acting choice?

Why why why why why if it isn't canon?

Nothing is for nothing. Especially in television, where everything counts from the light to the angles and the way the lines are spoken.

We don't need to see two characters kiss to know they are made for one another. In fact, I think implied canon is so much better for now, because it leaves free interpretation for the fans, and nothing to strike on for the haters.

Of course, that doesn't change the fact that the ending is still tragic, although it holds its sweet from bittersweet. But remember: there aren't tragedies without love.

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FOR US.

(Loki x fem! Reader)

summary: A friend of Loki knocks at your house door, with the intention to tell you Loki's last words to you.

warnings: SPOILERS FROM LOKI SEASON 2 FINALE, very long one shot, other than that, no more warnings, this is so sad lol.

"On the coast, temperatures will drop sharply, dropping from eleven to four degrees, especially after the sunset. Now, let’s move on to the inner side..."

The weatherman’s voice came from the TV in the living room, but to me, it was distant since I was focused on unpacking the shopping bags on my kitchen island. The cold dyed my cheeks a light purple, although I had access to the heating in the house for a few minutes. A few sunbeams were seeping through the curtains, illuminating my face, and I was checking that you hadn’t forgotten anything from my shopping list. And yet, even though I was busy, there was a small part of me that felt like something bad was going to happen. As if my sixth sense was warning me that something inexplicable was coming. Almost as if it were fate to give me the answer rang the bell at my front door. I picked up the remote next to me of the TV, turned it off, and gently left it on the couch, then went to open it to whoever was behind my door. The moment you opened it, a gentleman appeared to me to be middle-aged, with grizzled hair and a short moustache. Despite his rather well-groomed appearance, the lines on his face were noticeable, showing his age. And he definitely had tired eyes. I looked at him reluctantly, waiting for him to talk; actually, I did it first. "Hi? Can I... do something for you?"

He breathed in air and glanced at me, not with disgust but rather with curiosity. He asked if my name was what he actually knew, which was later confirmed by me. Then he answered with a half-forced smile and a subtle voice: "I’m sorry if I show up here, out of nowhere, without even introducing myself. Call me Mobius," he clarified, giving me a handshake."I am here for a specific reason. It's forLoki".

My heart sank when I heard Loki’s name spoken. It couldn’t be good. Loki would have come in person if it was important.

Why wasn’t he there?

Why was there this Mobius instead?

Did Loki pull one of his tricks again and caused more chaos than he did in the past?

Once again, my sixth sense did not betray me.

"Tea?"

"Oh, no, thank you".

"Not even a piece of cake? It’s fresh, I bought it just this morning".

"I can not say no to such a good piece of cake. I gladly accept." Mobius' laugh was short, but it was effective in bringing back a smile on that concerned face that I had shown since he told me he was here with precise intentions. Now, he was sitting in my living room, on the leather sofa that Loki himself adored, since his butt never wanted to leave it. "So..." I began the conversation, handing the strawberry cake plate to Mobius, who thanked me with a silent thank you. He took a bite of it and showed with pleasure that the dessert was good. I sat in front of him, rubbing the sweaty palms of my hands on my jeans. One of my legs bounced back and forth, clearly anxious. "You said it was about Loki. What’s going on?"

Mobius cleared his voice, placing next to him the dish of cake now devoured, and assumed a different expression; he seemed tense, as if finding the words for what he was going to tell me was the most complicated thing in the world. I bit my lip. The wait was slowly killing me inside.

"Loki... well, he..." He breathed, looking down. "You know what he was doing at TVA?"

"Yes" My answer was hasty. I needed to know what had happened to my partner.

"What about his past?"

"I know everything. What happened? Why isn’t he here, Mobius?"

He took a very deep breath, and closed his eyes slightly, looking away. He placed a hand on the inside of his jacket, pulling a paper bag from an inner pocket. He handed it to me, and I immediately noticed the details: the recipient and the sender were written with, surely, an handwriting well taken care of; of course the ink was a fountain pen, because no one else would recognize that writing so elegant. It was Loki’s. A letter from Loki. And judging by the content, there was also an object inside it.

"What does that mean?" I didn’t want Loki to leave me. Not again. My voice cracked in pain, and I felt a tingle in my eyes. Mobius took my hand, holding it tightly. As if to say that he was there to console me, but that the worst was yet to come.

"Loki is...he is now 'He who remains'. The one who watches over time. On all the timelines of all time. He is...like a new time keeper".

The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together and everything seemed clearer when he confessed to me. My gaze wavered from the envelope to Mobius' broken face. He sympathized me, it was clear, but how could you not pity a lover who had definitely lost, this time, his other half.

"He holds all the time lines together. His role is extremely important, because if it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t...you wouldn’t be here." I looked at him with tears in my eyes. His breathing was accelerating. He hadn’t finished. There was something else he had to reveal to me.

"Before he sacrificed himself for the sake of time, for his friends, for you... he told me to give you this." His gaze fell on the letter. "Then he closed the underground doors leading to the tunnel, and looked at me and Sylvie."

"Sylvie..." The name reminded me of someone he previously told me about. "Her other variant, right?"

He nodded. "He told us that now he knew who he would become. What God would he be. And he thanked you for taking care of him when he was still a dangerous man, a threat to others." He paused briefly. Even his voice seemed to waver for a second. " That’s it. And he disappeared in the next few minutes."

How much information in one speech.

How many things I would have to process in my mind before I accepted the harsh and harsh truth.

How many thoughts buzzed in my head as a result of that shocking revelation.

It was like a truck hitting you in the chest, throwing your powerless body into the road.

"He won't come back anymore, will he?"

Mobius never stopped holding my hand for a moment, holding it even tighter in his rough palm. He understood that he too had a strong hope of Loki’s return. Surely he had been a close friend of his, one who had been close to him all along. So why didn’t he tell me about it before?

However, his silence mk was from confirmation: he wanted, as much as me, his return, but how many were high hopes?

Would it have happened that, one day, a morning like this, he would have appeared at the door of my house, he would have knelt down and embraced me grieving?

How many years from now?

"We don’t know for sure." That sentence brought me up. I dried with my fist closed the tears that threatened to flow from my eyes, as a child does when she feels that maybe her mother would never return to her. I couldn’t stand the idea that I wouldn’t have Loki around me anymore.

Without adding any more, Mobius let go of my hand, standing up and glancing at the letter I held in my other palm. It was a silent way of saying he would give me some privacy to read the letter. So, he walked to the kitchen, bringing with him the plate with the leftover cake.

My hands were shaking. I didn’t have the courage to see what was inside. I was hoping it was another one of his planned pranks. Maybe confetti and a snake would come out, and he would hiss and say, "I fooled you again!"

I tore the opening of the envelope very gently and put a flickering hand inside. I had a cold feeling. Something hard and small was inside. It was..

"A ring.."

A beautiful silver ring.

Tears immediately came back to me. The small object landed in the palm of my hand, the hiccups made its way into my throat, and I squeezed it tightly against my chest. I couldn’t do it.

This was too much for my weak heart.

Was that the real pain?

Was that how you felt?

I still had to read his letter. I didn’t mentally have the strength to do it. It required a huge effort. Only some time later I had the courage to open that letter that was delivered to me by Mobius.

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A/N: NOW, my fellow readers, would you like to know what Loki has written in that letter ✉️? Because I've assured you, it's gonna be much sad than this one short.👀

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musclesandhammering · 7 months

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And another thing-

All of the little details about OB just break my fucking heart, like

-him being so excited to see Mobius again even though the only interaction he ever had with him was Mobius accidentally showing up in his workshop once and then immediately leaving

-it being 400 years since his last visitor

-when Loki asked past!Ouroboros if he could call him OB and he says “OB? I like that :)” because he was happy that someone would want to give him a nickname

-him explaining what the TVA guidebook was after realising that no one in the group had ever read it and then quietly saying “I wrote it myself.”

-him saying “it’s great being part of a team :)” after explaining that he takes care of all the engineering stuff for everybody and no one ever interacts with him, and then hopefully asking “how’s the team doing up there?” like he’s sort of desperately trying to reassure himself that he is, in fact, important and a part of the team

-in one of the tube things in his workshop (I think this is in the credits sequence) there’s just a moldy banana and the work slip says it’s from a hunter, which maybe sort of implies that the hunters play mean jokes on him :(

-there’s also a prop poster on his floor that says sending inappropriate notes, live animals, and some other stuff down in the tubes is prohibited, which implies he’s had that happen enough times to make a poster about it. Which also implies the other workers just like to mess with him

-the fact that he seems to be the only TVA worker that didn’t have his memories wiped- which could mean he’s some all powerful being or something- but I’m pretty sure it just means that even Kang didn’t find him significant enough to brainwash, and he probably knew OB stayed alone in the basement all the time anyway so there was no chance of him blowing the ruse

-the way that all the other people at the TVA (even B-15 and Mobius) had to be convinced that pruning people was bad, but when OB mentioned deleting a bunch of timelines and B-15 said “that would kill all those people, we can’t do that.” he immediately just agreed and said he’d find another solution

-Mobius asking how tf he’s supposed to hoof it in that suit and OB saying “You have to!!” Like he has no reason to care about Mobius dying but he does

-there are “Danger!!! Maximum radiation!!!!” signs all over the walls of the loom room or whtvr but OB’s office is just like… feet from it. And he stays in there all the time. And no one seems to care ?

-how he was just so solemn and frantic and emotional throughout the whole astronaut Mobius scene, when again, none of that should even matter to him. The only thing he needs to do is close the loom door- all this fixing Loki business is extraneous.

I just love him. He has so much heart, he has such a big personality. And we’ve only known him for like 50 minutes so far 😭. I require this show to end with a found family, and I require Ouroboros to be part of it. He deserves friends, damn it!!

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renegadesstuff · 6 months

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He just wanted to eat pie 🥺🥺🥺

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niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian · 6 months

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The absolute gasp I let out when that hot chocolate fell to the ground after seeing that guard be absolutely happy after tasting only to get pruned seconds later.

The poor guy never got to finish his special chocolate man...

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tv-moments · 3 months

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Loki

Season 2, “Heart of the TVA”

Directors: Aaron Moorhead & Justin Benson

DoP: Isaac Bauman

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anonymousewrites · 2 years

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Portal to My Heart (Book 2) Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: Aboard the Train

Loki, still a guard, escorted his “prisoners” into the bar of the train (an excellent choice in (Y/N)’s opinion). They sat in a corner booth to avoid too much attention. Sylvie sat and angled herself so she could easily get up and escape.

“Look, we can’t go backwards on a train,” said Loki, sighing at her cautiousness.

“Well, I never sit with my back to a door,” said Sylvie.

“There are doors on both sides,” pointed out (Y/N), eyeing the bar. It’s been a long day.

“Oh, just sit down,” snapped Sylvie.

(Y/N) huffed and slid into the booth; Loki followed suit.

“FYI, that wasn’t even a plan,” said Sylvie.

“It worked, didn’t it?” said (Y/N).

“Plans have multiple steps. Dressing as a guard and getting on a train is just doing a thing,” said Sylvie.

“You know, you could try being grateful,” said (Y/N).

Sylvie rolled her eyes and yawned.

“Oh, you a bit tired? Feel free to, you know, get some rest,” said Loki sarcastically.

“I don’t sleep in a place like this,” said Sylvie.

“You can’t sleep on a train?” questioned Loki.

“No.” Sylvie rolled her eyes. “I can’t sleep around untrustworthy people.”

“So, us,” remarked (Y/N).

“You two can feel free to take a nap,” said Sylvie.

“Nice try,” said Loki.

Sylvie narrowed her eyes. “I’m not going to waste my time rooting around for the Tempad when someone taught you fairly decent magic.”

“My mother,” said Loki.

Sylvie scoffed and looked away. She swallowed. “What was she like?”

(Y/N) frowned. So she didn’t get to spend time with her own mother…I almost feel bad for her.

“She was, um….a Queen of Asgard,” said Loki affectionately. “She was good. Purely decent.”

“Are you sure she was your mother?” joked (Y/N), but with a clearly fond tone in her voice.

“Well, I am adopted,” said Loki. He glanced at Sylvie. “Isn’t that a bit of a spoiler for you? Sorry about that.”

“No, I knew I was adopted.” Sylvie shrugged. (Y/N) snorted.

“What? They told you?” questioned Loki.

“Yeah. Did they not tell you?” Sylvie seemed surprise.

“No…”

Poor Loki is having his mind blown.

“I mean, they did, eventually…Hang on a second, tell me about your mother,” said Loki.

“Barely remember her,” said Sylvie, hiding the pain with a veil of uncaringness. “Just blips of a dream at this point.”

“You know, when I was young, she’d do these little bits of magic for me,” reminisced Loki. “Like turn a flower into a frog or cast fireworks over the water. It all seemed impossible. She told me that I’d be able to do it too because…Because I could do anything.”

“Your mom sounds wonderful…” said (Y/N).

“What was yours like?” asked Loki.

(Y/N) smiled fondly. “Simple reporters who were too smart for their own good. My mom should have been a novelist, but she was determined to find truths and reveal them to the world.” She looked down. “I guess that’s what got them killed.”

Loki’s eyes softened. He bit his lip before reaching a hand out. Small fireworks were set off, creating blue and green flickers of light. He felt his heart flutter as (Y/N) smiled to himself. …What was that?

“They’re beautiful,” said (Y/N) softly.

“Yeah…” Loki smiled at her. “They are.”

Sylvie glanced between them and leaned back slightly. She wasn’t sure how to react to the warm moment. However, she did know she wished she could have such a moment. She had been on the run for so long that she never got to get close to another person.

Loki cleared his throat and averted his eyes. Putting a smile on his face, he looked at Sylvie. “So, uh, where’d you learn to do the…Whatever it is?”

“ ‘Enchantment?’ ” Sylvie shrugged. “I taught myself.”

“You taught yourself that magic? Impressive,” said (Y/N).

Sylvie smiled. “Yeah, I did.”

“So you just go into their minds and project some sort of illusion?” asked Loki.

Sylvie smirked. “It’d be easier if I just…” She reached out towards Loki’s face.

(Y/N) caught her wrist. “Enchanted him, took the Tempad, and left us here? No thanks.”

The blonde shrugged. “Don’t ask if you don’t want a demonstration.”

A waitress walked over and gestured to the glasses of champagne on her platter.

“I’m good, thanks,” said Sylvie.

“More for me!” chirped (Y/N), taking two glasses. “I need a drink.”

“I, however, will take one,” said Loki, taking the last glass. The waitress nodded and walked off.

“Cheers!” (Y/N) lifted her glasses. “To the end of the world!” She downed an entire cup as Loki took a sip of his own.

“A pity our old ladies chose to die, don’t you think?” he remarked.

“Mine was trying to do the right thing. She loved truth,” said (Y/N), downing her other glass.

“Ours was in love,” reminded Sylvie.

“She hated him,” said Loki.

“Maybe love is hate,” said Sylvie.

“Should probably remember that.” Clearly teasing her, Loki summoned a small notebook and quill. “What was that? ‘Love is hate.’ ” (Y/N) grinned.

“Oh, piss off,” said Sylvie, smiling amusedly.

“So, on the subject of love…” Loki smiled. “Do either of you have a lucky beau awaiting your return?”

“Nobody can put up with me,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “Apparently I’m ‘emotionally closed-off.’ ” Loki chuckled.

“Yeah, I managed to maintain a long-distance relationship with a postman,” said Sylvie sarcastically. “You know, while I jumped across space and time between apocalypses.”

“What charm you both have,” said Loki, smiling. “Who could resist you?”

“Well, I can be pretty ‘enchanting’ when I want to be,” said (Y/N), winking. Loki nearly laughed at her pun.

“I’ve found the face of certain doom can be quite liberating for people,” said Sylvie, shrugging. Her face fell slightly. “It was only ever to just keep me going. What about you? You’re a prince.”

“Not prince charming,” quipped (Y/N).

“Still, must’ve been would-be princesses, or perhaps, another prince.” Sylvie wiggled her eyebrows.

“A bit of both,” said Loki, smirking. “I suspect the same as you.”

“Finally, something we can all agree on,” said (Y/N). She frowned. “Except for the royalty part.” Shrugging, she stole Loki’s remaining champagne and took a sip. “Still, nothing worked out.”

Loki nodded. “Nothing was ever…real.” (Y/N) and Sylvie nodded in understanding.

“Love is mischief, then,” suggested Sylvie.

“No.” Loki became contemplative. “Love is…” His eyes drifted towards…He swallowed. “Uh, something I might have to have another drink to think about.” He gave (Y/N) an amused look. “It seems mine’s been stolen.”

Starting to get tipsy, (Y/N) took a sip of the drink, winked, and held it out to him. “We can share, can’t we?”

Loki, feeling brazen and confident, plucked the glass from her hand and drank some. “We can.”

“You do realize we’re about to hijack a train and steal the power source to a civilization’s only hope?” remarked Sylvie.

“Yeah, well, everyone dies here anyways. It only takes away hope, not a real chance,” said (Y/N).

She’s even more honest when she starts drinking, thought Loki.

“It’s not going to be easy for us,” said Sylvie. “We should rest.”

“All right. You relax your way, and we’ll relax ours,” said Loki. He gave a fake smile.

“You guys have fun with a staring contest,” said (Y/N), literally crawling over Loki to leave the booth. “I’m getting another drink. It’s been a long…” She frowned. “Damnit, I don’t even know how long it’s been since Yew Nork.” She glanced back at them. “If you guys want something, join me.”

Loki stood. “I think I will.”

Sylvie scoffed and sat back. “Irresponsible idiots,” she muttered. Though she had to admit, a few moments of peace were quite nice…calm…relaxing…

“She sings, she sings ‘Come home!’ When she sings, she sings ‘Come home!’ ” Loki sang beautifully as everybody laughed and clapped along with him.

Some part of (Y/N)’s mind was aware that they were both drunk, but it didn’t make the situation any less fun. Not understanding a word when he switched to Asgardian, (Y/N) just danced around, nearly falling over multiple times.

“Where’s his uniform?” hissed Sylvie.

(Y/N) grinned and grabbed her hand. “When she sings, she sings ‘Come home!’ Come on, join us! When she sings, she sings ‘Come home!’ ”

“No,” said Sylvie sternly.

Drunkenly, (Y/N) leaned on the table and pouted. “You’re no fuuuuun.” She brightened as she saw something on a nearby table. “Ooh! Ooh! Loki! Loki! Chocolate!” She grabbed it and held it up to him.

Grinning tipsily, Loki didn’t even bother to take it from her hands and ate it from her fingers. (Y/N) turned pink. “Gods, this is delicious! I wish Asgard had had this!”

“You reeeeeally missed out,” said (Y/N) dramatically.

“Please! Continue singing,” called a rich older woman.

“Alright, alright! I’ll get out of his hair!” (Y/N) waved her hands and turned.

Shushing the room, Loki pulled her back towards him. He began singing softly in Asgardian and gazed into her eyes. It was an oddly sobering moment for both. It got quiet as Loki ended a verse. The whole world stopped for them.

“When she sings, she sings, ‘Come home!’ ” Scared of the sudden vulnerability, Loki returned to his dramatic, lively singing. He spun (Y/N) around, throwing her drunken self into a joyful dance, too distracted to be disappointed at their emotional walls.

“When she sings, she sings, ‘Come home!’ ” sang (Y/N) with the rest of the train. “When she sings, she sings, ‘Come home!’ ”

“To (Y/N), everybody!” Loki downed his martini while (Y/N) took a shot. “Another!” He smashed his glass and laughed.

Sylvie sighed and walked over to them. “You’re both drunk.”

“No, I’m just full,” said Loki. “But bear in mind, I’m very full.”

“And I’m very drunk!” giggled (Y/N). She picked up a pastry and held it out to Sylvie. “You neeeeed to try this! It pairs great with Figgy Pork!”

“Figgy Port,” corrected Loki.

(Y/N) snapped and nodded. “That too. Who has any Figgy Pork? Or Port?” No one answered; she shrugged. “Take my word on it.”

Sylvie sighed and pushed it away. “Where’s Loki’s uniform? Why are you partying and getting drunk? We’re meant to be laying low.”

“It’s the end of the world! We’re going out in style!” chirped (Y/N).

Sylvie glanced at the doors. “I think something’s happening.”

“Yeah! That moon is about to crash into us,” said Loki.

“Don’t be ass. I saw some people looking at you two weirdly,” snapped Sylvie.

(Y/N) winked. “We are super attractive.”

“When did you get so paranoid?” sighed Loki dramatically.

“It must have started when I spent my entire life running from the omniscient fascists you work for,” said Sylvie.

“Huh?” Loki and (Y/N) had already gotten distracted and heard nothing.

Sylvie groaned. “You’re idiots.”

“Change of subject. I thought of an answer,” said Loki, growing quite serious.

“To what?” asked Sylvie.

“Your question.” Loki stood, quiet for a few moments. “Love is a dagger.” He summoned one of his ornate knives. “It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful.” He pointed it to himself. “Until it makes you bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it.”

(Y/N) reached out, and it disappeared. “It isn’t real…” she said sadly.

“Love is an imaginary dagger?” Sylvie raised an eyebrow.

“Doesn’t quite make sense, does it?” realized Loki.

“Love doesn’t make sense,” pointed out (Y/N).

“Terrible metaphor,” said Sylvie.

“Damn. I thought I had something there,” said Loki.

The mood shifted as the compartment doors slid open and guards stepped in. Sylvie cursed, realizing someone had figured out they didn’t belong there.

“That’s them,” said an old man.

“Stay calm,” said Sylvie.

“Sir, can I see your tickets?” asked a guard.

“Hello,” said Loki, already shaking off his tipsiness (being a god had its perks). “Um, tickets. Yes, of course. Here they are.” He held up a hand and fireworks came out. (Alright, so he wasn’t completely sober yet).

“Uh, oh,” slurred (Y/N). She leaned towards Sylvie. “I really hope there isn’t a fight because I might be a teensy bit uncoordinated.” She giggled. “I’m drunk.”

Sylvie groaned. “I’m surrounded by idiots…”

A guard grabbed for Loki, who retaliated with a punch.

(Y/N) put down her drink. “I guess it’s a bar fight!” She smashed a bottle over a guard’s head. “Whoo!”

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