2012 : P3
Green = Flashback
“Brother?” Loki said just above a whisper
“He’s my Brother, I should be the one to retrieve the tesseract” Thor shouted above the team who were arguing whilst planning the mission
Walking into the conversation, y/n heard Thor’s statement
“No. I’ll do it”
“Y/N you can’t”
“Thor he won’t hurt me”
“But what about Freya?” Thor asked trying to convince y/n to back down
“She’ll be safe here at the compound with Happy whilst we stop Loki” she replied sternly
“But what if—”
“Thor stop. This is Loki, he’s not going to hurt me”
Watching Loki cradle y/n’s insensate body, Thor didn’t think he even deserved the privilege of feeling upset. Of course he was, he’d lost y/n too. But the overwhelming feeling of guilt is what consumed him. He let her come on the mission. He let her confront Loki. He lead her to her death.
“NOOOOOOO!” Loki screamed holding y/n. She was gone.
A few moments later, the team began to arrive. Seeing y/n, laying lifeless in Loki’s arms, one by one they began to break.
Falling to their knees, they each had tears streaming down their faces. Y/N was dead. Their y/n was dead. And worst of all, she had a child waiting for her back home.
“Freya” Tony whispered snapping back into reality “what are we going to tell Freya?”
“Tony don’t think abo—”
“NO NATASHA! I promised that little girl that her mom would be back home SAFE”
Trying to calm Tony down, Steve placed a hand on his shoulder pausing his own grieving to comfort him. He knew that Stark wasn’t the kind of man who’d show emotions, especially those that’d make him seem weak.
Whilst the team were busy trying to help one another, they didn’t see the portal that had opened in front of them. None of them did. Except for Loki. It was like they were invisible to everyone but him. Noticing this, he started looking at the team and discovered that they were moving really slow. It was like time wasn’t flowing.
“Take the variant and reset the timeline”
Loki began to protest as he felt himself being separated from her. He didn’t want to leave her. He’d kneel on that floor for eternity if it meant he was with her. Shouting, punching and kicking, Loki was trying his hardest to escape the clutches of the agents that were grabbing him. He could have gotten away until the sight before him made him surrender.
There was a man in a uniform. The uniform was different to the ones the other agents wore and next to him was y/n.
Ecstatic, Loki ran up to her to hug her but was greeted with a hand slamming him down to the floor. It was y/n’s hand
“Why do you always decide to drag me on the missions with the loons” y/n asked cracking her knuckles glaring at the man she’d just wrestled
“Do you have to be so rude?” The man laughed looking into Loki’s direction
“I’m Mobius” he said offering a hand for Loki to take
“What is this? Y/N what’s going on?” Loki asked worried
“Erm, Mobius, how does this variant know my name? Variant, how do you know my name and why do you say it with such familiarity?”
A/N: What do we think??? Do we want another part? 🖤🖤
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