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Artemis (Loki x reader)

a/n: in which you and loki become cat parents

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‘It wants me dead.’

‘I hardly think that’s likely.’

‘Look at it. Tell me it’s not evil.’

You and Loki have a cat. It hadn’t exactly been what you might call a joint decision, but you’d seen the poor skinny thing wandering around outside of your apartment and gave it food one day.

It came back the day after. And the next. And the next.

You couldn’t not feed it, it was so cute and helpless, little more than a kitten. This morning you’d taken it upon yourself to take it to the vets to see if it was chipped. It wasn’t, so you bought treatment for an ear infection that it had contracted, and took home the otherwise healthy, if a bit malnourished, cat.

Then you’d made a trip to the pet store to buy basic supplies, took everything back to the apartment and began your life as a cat owner. It had all seemed dead easy until the cat had peed on the carpet, tried to climb the curtains in the lounge and all but ripped them to shreds, and then thrown up on the sofa from eating too much cat food.

Maybe this wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

The cat was currently asleep under the coffee table, snoozing in ignorance as you cleaned up the mess it had made best you could, trying to stay positive about your predicament. This was fine. Really fine.

Despite your firm beliefs, you had a feeling that Loki wasn’t going to necessarily agree with you. But that was fine too. You would talk him round to the idea, you always did.

A few hours later when you were in the kitchen cooking dinner, you heard the door open and shut.

‘Hey,’ you called. No response, but a few seconds later you heard footsteps, and then felt a familiar presence behind you.

‘Hey,’ you repeated, quieter this time, feeling Loki’s arms around you. ‘Good day?’

‘Mmm,’ came the muffled reply from somewhere behind your shoulder. He was tired. You smiled.

‘Go get changed, this is almost ready,’ you told him, nodding to the food you were preparing.

He obliged, turning to leave the room. Before he got to the door he stopped, turned, and looked back towards you. You turned around this time, so you were able to see his narrowed eyes, the smile playing around his lips. He knew.

‘What have you done?’

‘Nothing!’ you said. Far too quickly, far too innocently. His eyebrows raised in disbelief, and he smiled in earnest.

‘When will you learn that you can’t lie to me?’ he asked you, turning around again. You grinned; he hadn’t tried to go in your mind. He made it through to your bedroom without incident, and you waited with bated breath for him to come back through.

Y/N?

Yeah?

Are you aware that there is a tiny creature in our apartment?

And that’s how you’d arrived here.

‘Loki, I have never seen anything less evil in my whole life.’

You’d eaten, the cat winding itself around your legs as you sat, looking up at you with mournful, gleaming green eyes. When you’d come back into the lounge after taking the dishes through to the kitchen, you’d found Loki sat on the floor, staring at it.

It was staring right back at him with astonishing daring for such a tiny animal. You sat down on the sofa behind Loki, crossing your legs and leaning forward.

‘It’s looking into my soul,’ he informed you grimly.

‘It needs a name. We can’t keep calling her it,’ you said, watching the cat glare at Loki with renewed affection for it. Loki finally looked away to you instead, and the cat tilted its head as though it had somehow won.

‘Are we really keeping it… her?’ he asked you.

‘Yes. I mean, if you’re okay with it,’ you replied.

‘I suppose, as long as you’re okay with it killing me while I sleep,’ Loki shrugged, looking back at the cat, which proceeded to reach its front paws out and stretch deeply.

It then yawned hugely, walked right up to Loki, climbed onto his lap, and curled into a tiny ball of fur, tucking its small nose beneath a miniscule paw. Loki let out a breath which he’d been holding in while the cat had been climbing on him.

‘Yes, actually, I don’t think we can keep it. It definitely wants you dead,’ you said, your wide smile evident in your voice.

‘She’s so cute,’ Loki breathed, looking down at her curled in his lap. You celebrated internally. That hadn’t taken much talking round.

‘Good, so what are we calling her?’

‘You think of a name. I don’t have any ideas.’

You thought for a moment.

‘Artemis. Looks ethereal, but can and will kill you in your sleep,’ you said. Loki nodded slowly.

‘Artemis.’

He reached out a finger and tentatively stroked her head, and she began to purr at a volume wildly disproportionate to her tiny form.

‘She likes me,’ Loki said, something almost like disbelief in his voice. You thought your heart might fall out of your chest.

‘You know you can’t move until she wakes up now, right?’

‘Why?’

‘Because that’s the rules?’

‘I’d quite like to sit on the sofa and watch TV with my wife.’

‘Can’t, you’re a cat dad now. Sorry,’ you shrugged, leaning back against the pillows and grabbing the remote.

‘I’ll just move her.’

‘You can’t do that,’ you told him, switching the TV on.

‘I can.’

‘Go on then.’

He didn’t move, and wouldn’t until Artemis decided that she was thirsty almost two hours later, at which point you’d already gone to bed.

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The Nexus Event (Loki x reader)

a/n: okay last chapter until they botch season two and i have to write a fix it fic about that one too<3 i really hope you've enjoyed this fic, i'm sad to be ending it but that does mean that i can finally crack on with my uni assignments (the first one is due in five days send help). in the meantime, please feel free to send me prompts, or check out my other loki x reader fics on my profile! happy reading<3

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Chapter 18 - Waking Up

Your POV

You can feel that it worked before you even wake up. The emptiness in your chest, the one that had been filled only slightly by being near TVA Loki and Sylvie, is gone. And you feel… fine. You feel good. Not exhausted, not aching so much that you think you might die like you thought you’d be.

Not dead.

No, very much alive, very much aware of your surroundings. Of Loki, sat by your side.

‘She’s waking up,’ you hear Loki say, and relief rushes through you in such abundance that for a second you forget to breathe.

You’re sat up and reaching for him before you’ve even managed to open your eyes properly. You grab him by the shoulders and blink hard to make sure you’re not hallucinating as he stares at you. He feels real, looks real.

You open your mouth to say something and discover that you can’t find the words, inhaling shakily instead. Tears fill your eyes as you realise he knows – you don’t have to speak. It’s as it should be.

Loki pulls you into a hug, and you can feel how desperate he is to understand what’s going on, what had happened to you. And you can sense a few people behind you who are also very interested in the happenings of the past few days, or hours for them.

You try to pull back from the hug, but Loki holds you to him firmly.

Don’t ever do anything like that again.

What? Save your life?

You could have died.

You did die, Loki.

He doesn’t have an answer for that, and lets you go. You reach out and touch his neck gently as you sit back, feeling horribly like you’re dreaming. The past few days have all felt like a dream.

You don’t have time to greet any of the other men in the room before Thor has you in a bear hug.

‘Thor, careful,’ Loki chides his brother, but you’re smiling.

‘It’s okay,’ you say, squeezing Thor back. It is okay; usually when Thor gives you a hug this big you hear something pop, but today he’s the one to look concerned about a cracking noise.

‘Did… was that me?’ you ask in confusion as he releases you.

‘I think so,’ he replies, looking as confused as you. Then you catch sight of Tony.

‘Tony!’ you exclaim, sitting forward to hug him too. ‘What are you doing here?’’

‘Strange told me that you’d done something stupid, so naturally I came to investigate,’ he teases. ‘It’s really good to see you, kid.’

‘Y/N, you have to tell us what happened to you,’ Bruce says from the end of your bed.

‘I… I don’t really know myself. What happened after I…?’ you ask, trailing off as you look down at your hand. It’s good as new.

‘I healed it. Strange has the gauntlet and the stones,’ Loki tells you.

‘Well, not all of the stones,’ Thor chimes in, and Loki shoots him a look.

‘What?’ you ask, looking at him in concern. You hear the answer in your mind as immediately as if you’d had the knowledge yourself. You’d absorbed the Power stone. Your mouth falls open slightly as you remember how it had felt to tap into its power. That was in you now. That’s why you felt so good.

You look to Loki again, and his frustration at still not knowing what had happened to you is written across his face as clear as day. So you open your mind to him, and turn to the others to explain what had happened to you in a more manual way.

Loki has the full story within seconds, but it takes him the time it takes you to explain using words to the others to understand and process it.

When you get to the part about leaving the variants in the Void, there’s a small tugging sensation in your chest, not dissimilar to what you’d felt when you’d first found out that you and Loki were soulmates and had to be away from each other for long periods of time.

You hope that TVA Loki is okay. And Sylvie, Nico, Mobius, all of them. You’re worried for them.

By the time you’re done explaining, the room is totally silent. Loki looks as though he’s been hit in the face by something very solid.

‘So…’ Thor says, and then Strange bursts through the door.

‘I very much hope that you’ve just woken up, otherwise I’m extremely unhappy with everyone in this room,’ he snaps. No one replies.

The sorcerer seems to gauge the shocked atmosphere in the room, and becomes even more annoyed.

‘Right, everyone out, I need to speak with Y/N,’ he says, waving his hand and creating a portal. When no one moves, he sighs.

‘It’s only to downstairs. You’ll be reunited soon enough, go on,’ he instructs, pushing the portal towards Thor. Bruce and Tony walk through it reluctantly, followed by an even more reluctant Thor.

‘I’m not even going to try and make you leave,’ Strange mutters, not looking at Loki as he pulls up a chair next to your bed. Loki is vaguely pleased by this.

‘First of all, how could you be so stupid? Do you know how dangerous it is to use an Infinity gauntlet even on its own, without any of the stones?’ Strange asks you heatedly.

‘No,’ you say.

Strange takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly.

‘You should be dead. Both of you should be very dead. If the Power stone hadn’t taken a fancy to your magic, you’d be toast. You were toast for a bit,’ he tells you sternly. ‘It was an extremely dangerous and stupid thing to do.’

You just look at him.

‘Tell me what happened after you killed Thanos,’ he says, and Loki casts an illusion so that he can grab your hand without Strange seeing.

You close your eyes and project your memories into Strange’s mind so that you don’t have to recount the whole story over again. When you’re done, Strange has turned extremely pale. He doesn’t speak for a while after you retreat from his mind.

‘Are you okay?’ you ask after a while, and he shakes his head abruptly, looking piercingly at you.

‘What did they say they were going to do, the variants, if they got beyond the Void?’

‘Sylvie only wanted to take down the TVA, and I think Loki would have wanted revenge. They would have done what they could to bring down whoever it was hiding out there,’ you tell him, feeling a small nagging sensation in the back of your mind as you speak. It’s like you were supposed to remember something, but you can’t remember what.

‘I think they did it,’ Strange mutters, more to himself than you, looking away.

‘What? How can you tell?’ you ask him eagerly.

‘I can’t. But I felt something, earlier, before you turned up. The timeline, it’s… unstable. Something definitely happened,’ he tells you, standing up abruptly. ‘Do you still have the device which you used to get back here? What did you call it..?’

‘The TemPad, yes,’ you reply, placing a hand gingerly over the pocket it’s in in your gear.

‘I need it,’ Strange says, holding out a hand for it. You don’t move, trying to gauge what he’s going to use it for. His mind had always been more difficult to read than anyone else’s.

‘Y/N, you can trust me. My sole purpose is to protect this timeline, and if what you’re telling me is true, my job just became a whole lot harder. I need that TemPad,’ he says, sounding sincere enough.

He’s being sincere.

I know. That’s not what I’m worried about.

You pull the TemPad out slowly, and hold it out to Strange.

‘I want to help,’ you say, swinging your legs over the side of the bed as he nods his thanks and begins to create a portal.

‘I will need your help, soon,’ he says, before disappearing through a portal, which quickly fizzes out of existence, its remains falling to the ground in sparks and glimmers.

You look up at Loki, who’s frowning at the bed you’re sat on.

‘What is it?’ you ask, and he takes his hand from yours.

‘I’m furious with you, to start. You went up against Thanos when he had two Infinity stones, unarmed?’ he asks, annoyance and awe fighting for dominance in his tone.

‘I don’t remember much about that, in my defence. And you would have done the same,’ you say quietly.

‘I tried,’ Loki retorts sourly, and your mouth falls open.

‘You can’t possibly be comparing the two scenarios,’ you say in disbelief.

‘Oh, right, because I only had the weight of half of the universe on my shoulders,’ Loki scoffs.

‘He killed you Loki,’ you half shout, seeing purple as emotion rises in your throat. ‘You were dead, on the floor.’

Any bitterness you’d seen in his expression vanishes as he watches you, and he takes your hands in his.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry,’ he says, and you press your forehead against his, closing your eyes.

I’m sorry.

Stop apologising.

I shouldn’t have got myself in that situation. I panicked.

It’s not your fault. It doesn’t matter. You’re here now.

Only thanks to you. And Mobius.

You open your eyes and smile sadly. ‘Yeah.’

‘You miss them,’ Loki says, sitting back.

‘I just… I wish there was a way to know that they’re alright. That weird light that I left Mobius in, that can’t have been good,’ you say, trying not to think of the worst.

‘It sounds as though Strange wants you to go back,’ Loki says. ‘You can check on them all.’

You reach out to run your fingers over his neck again, trying not to picture how it had looked not even an hour ago.

‘All I wanted these past few days while I was with them was to get you back, and now I’ve got you back and I’m wishing I was with them again. It doesn’t make sense,’ you smile sadly.

‘It does make sense,’ Loki says, catching your fingers. ‘You care too much.’

‘I thought that we’d established that that wasn’t a bad thing?’ you ask him.

‘No, I don’t think it is,’ he replies, pushing the ring on your finger round with his thumb. You want to kiss him, but there’s still something on his mind.

‘Talk to me,’ you say, and he sighs.

‘I just- would you have gone back to him? If this hadn’t worked?’ Loki asks you. You blink in confusion. He’s jealous? Of… himself?

‘I might have gone back, but not for the reasons you’re thinking,’ you tell him.

‘You clearly care about him,’ Loki says, and his tone isn’t exactly accusatory but it’s not detached either.

‘Yes. And I’m not going to apologise for that,’ you tell him, frowning.

‘I wasn’t asking you to,’ he says, shaking his head.

‘He wasn’t you, Loki. You were similar only in looks…’

‘He was me though. Exactly as I was after the New York attack in 2012. I used to be that person,’ Loki argues.

‘And he was on a different path; he’d had his Nexus Event and so it was impossible that he’d ever get to the point that you got to,’ you retort.

‘But-’

‘Loki. I would have done anything to get you back, including dying trying. Which I almost did. And If I hadn’t got you back I don’t know what would have happened, but I wouldn’t have settled for any other Loki variant. You’re my variant,’ you tell him sternly.

‘I’m sorry, I’m just trying to wrap my head around it all. And I know it’s stupid but I don’t like the thought of you with him, even though he was… me,’ Loki says.

‘He wasn’t you,’ you reply, and that seems to cheer him up a bit.

‘None of that matters now, anyway. It worked,’ you continue, suddenly feeling very pleased with yourself. You’d done it. And you’d also accidentally saved the universe from mass annihilation, as a bonus.

‘You’re a miracle,’ Loki tells you, shaking his head as he hears your thoughts.

‘Everything that happened was an accident, but I’ll take the compliment,’ you smile, and Loki laughs. Seeing him smiling sets off the relief again; it fills your chest so profusely and quickly that you think you might burst.

Loki feels this along with you and leans forward to kiss you, taking your face in his hands, and for a few seconds everything is right in the world. When he pulls back, you grab his wrist and look at him seriously.

‘I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. Please stop dying.’

He laughs, and you smile painfully.

‘Seriously, it’s bad for my stress,’ you tell him, trying not to smile. He looks down, smirking.

‘I’ll try.’

‘You said that last time,’ you stress, and he looks back up at you, attempting a guilty expression. You roll your eyes, and stand up.

‘Come on. We should go and find the others; make sure Thor’s not breaking anything important,’ you say, and Loki stands up too.

‘You’re right, his depth perception is going to be off for a while now,’ he replies, and you wince as you think of his eye.

‘Could you heal it?’

‘Not really, his eye would have been obliterated,’ Loki muses as you walk towards the door, not sounding overly concerned about it.

You think of Asgard, and how there’s nothing to go back to now. You miss it already.

‘Hey. We’ll be fine,’ Loki says, nudging you as you walk back towards the main staircase.

‘I know,’ you smile up at him. You have to be fine. You’ve gone through too much for things not to be perfectly fine now.

You think of the fairy tale ending you managed to secure in the sacred timeline. If you can find your way to an ending half as good as that one, then you think it will have all been worth it.

There’s a sudden, loud crash from downstairs, and then a distraught ‘sorry!’ from Thor.

‘Why is it that every time you come here you end up destroying my things?’ you hear Strange demand immediately after. Loki sighs, and you bite your lip.

‘I think maybe we need to find somewhere to stay that isn’t here,’ you suggest, and Loki nods his agreement.

‘Come on then,’ he says, and disappears. You close your eyes and teleport after him downstairs.

To the unknown.

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The Nexus Event (Loki x reader)

a/n: okay there's definitely only one more chapter after that because this goddamn fic is sabotaging my uni work. i love it too much not to finish it but my brain thinks i need to finish it before i start my assignments... it's a whole thing. anywayss enjoy!<3

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Chapter 17 - At the Sanctum Sanctorium

Stephen’s POV

As Strange regains consciousness, he feels a rush of energy so strong that it sucks the air from his lungs and renders him completely useless for about five seconds after it passes through the room.

After it does, he pushes himself up on to his elbows so that he can sit up. He sees you, clearly dead, lying sprawled on the stone floor beside Loki. Who hasn’t moved.

Thor is stumbling towards your body, Strange hadn’t even had time to register that he was missing an eye when you’d appeared with him earlier, and he watches as the god trips on the flagstones as he reaches for you.

At the top of the stairs Bruce stands motionless, staring at your body. Wong descends the stairs slowly, also staring, not at you but at the gauntlet on your hand. Strange closes his eyes, trying to make sense of it all.

A few minutes prior to your arrival, Bruce had come smashing through the window at the top of the staircase with no warning, and then started babbling on about Thanos, Asgard and Ragnarok.

No, what had he said exactly? That Thanos was back. That was pretty self-explanatory – it meant, means, that Thanos is coming to Earth. And if that’s true, Strange needs to act quickly. Because there’s a fully functioning Infinity gauntlet on your hand… but how?

He looks down at the case which he has on a chain around his neck. He hadn’t needed to open it to know that the Time stone was in there; he could feel it. He can always feel it, even as he looks at the Time stone in the Infinity gauntlet on your hand.

Strange sways slightly as he stands up, his mind working overtime. He needs to prioritise.

‘Wong, we need to get that off of her and destroy-’

‘She’s alive,’ Thor exclaims, now crouched next to you, his fingers against your neck. At the same moment, Strange looks past you to Loki’s body. It’s different.

‘Uh, wasn’t he blue a minute ago?’

Thor spins around so quickly that he almost loses his balance, throwing a hand out to the ground to steady himself. He grabs Loki’s wrist and feels for a pulse. There’s a second of silence, and then his eyes widen as he turns back to look at you.

‘It worked?’ Wong asks, moving past you to check Loki’s pulse. Strange is tired of not understanding anything that’s happening.

‘Thor. Tell me everything that happened after Bruce disappeared. How much time has passed?’

Thor looks away from your still very dead-looking body, keeping two fingers against your neck as though to reassure himself.

‘I’m not sure when Bruce disappeared, but it must have been just before Thanos killed Loki. I didn’t see him after that.’

Strange nods. ‘Then what happened?’

‘Y/N killed Thanos.’

Strange feels suddenly as though his head is filled with cotton wool. He can hear static, as though his ears have suddenly detected his thoughts true electrical form.

‘Thanos is dead?’ Wong clarifies, nodding at Strange as he stands up from next to Loki to confirm that he has a pulse.

‘Yes. Y/N killed him, and then these bizarre soldiers appeared and took her and the gauntlet away through an orange portal. Then she appeared again moments later with the gauntlet and all of the stones,’ Thor explains.

Strange closes his eyes, this isn’t helping him to understand in the slightest.

‘Stephen,’ Wong says abruptly, sharply, and his eyes snap open again. Wong is looking at the gauntlet, and Strange follows his gaze. There are only five stones remaining. The Power stone is gone.

‘Where did it go?’ Wong asks, sounding almost fearful.

‘What?’ Thor asks, peering over to look, refusing to take his fingers from your neck.

Strange looks from your hand to your hand to your face. There’s blood slowly seeping onto the stone floor from one of your eyes, which remain open and so purple that they’re almost black.

It’s impossible that you’re alive. He knows you have magic, and that you’re Asgardian, but there’s no way you could have survived wielding the power of all six Infinity stones. Unless…

‘I think she’s absorbed it,’ Strange muses, crouching at your side to examine you. There’s no evidence to say that you might have absorbed it evident from your body, but he can just sort of… tell.

‘Oh, no,’ Thor says, fear evident in his tone. Bruce appears behind him, looking shell shocked.

‘Will she be okay?’

‘I don’t know. We should get her someplace safe, for now,’ Strange says, standing up and preparing to open a portal to… where?

‘The Tower, Tony will fix her,’ Bruce says confidently. Strange shares a look with Wong.

‘What? That was a bad look. What does that mean?’ Bruce asks.

‘Tony’s, ah, not at the Tower anymore,’ Strange says.

‘He’s dead?’ Bruce exclaims, and Thor looks up in shock.

‘No. But the ‘Avengers’ are… not really a thing anymore,’ Strange replies quickly.

‘What do you mean?’ Bruce asks, confused.

Strange is just wondering whether to knock everyone in the room out so that he might get to think for just a second, when Loki stirs. Thor turns in time to see his brother open his eyes, and they look at each other for a moment.

Then Loki sits bolt upright, his hand flying to his neck as he gasps for air, staring wide-eyed at Thor.

‘What happened? I – Thanos…’ Loki stammers, looking past Thor and catching sight of you. The look which passes across his face is enough to make even Strange feel even a little sympathetic. Where seconds previously he’d been gasping for air, it now seems as though he’s not breathing at all.

He practically falls towards you, making a quiet sort of choking noise, and Thor catches him.

‘She’s alive. Loki – she’s okay, look,’ Thor says, grabbing Loki’s hand and pressing it against your neck. Loki seems to take Thor’s word for it, snatching his hand back and reaching out to gently tilt your head towards him.

‘What happened?’ he breathes, his gaze moving to the gauntlet on your hand; the Infinity stones.

‘That’s what we’re trying to work out,’ Strange says. Loki doesn’t even look at him.

‘Thanos killed you. He snapped your neck,’ Thor says, staring at Loki, who turns to stare back at him in horror.

‘I know. I – remember,’ he says, his hand going to his throat again. ‘But how..?’

He looks back at you, clearly even more confused than Strange, which is mightily impressive in Strange’s opinion.

‘All I know is that after you- after he killed you, Y/N sort of… exploded. She killed him. Easily,’ Thor tells Loki, who looks nothing short of thunderstruck.

‘She- she killed-’

‘Yes. Then some odd soldiers came and took her, and the gauntlet from Thanos’ hand. They went through a sort of orange portal and just… disappeared. Then a few seconds later Y/N appeared from a different portal, with the gauntlet and all of the stones. She looked… different,’ Thor tells him, looking as though he can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth either.

‘She brought us here, and then…’ he gestures at his brother, shaking his head.

‘She used it to bring me back?’ Loki asks, and Thor nods.

‘And it worked? And she’s not dead?’ he mutters in disbelief, picking up your hand.

‘I told you. Check her pulse,’ Thor says.

‘I don’t need to. Check her pulse,’ Loki repeats with derision, looking over to Strange. ‘Can you get us to the Tower?’

‘As I explained before you were done with your little beauty sleep, the Tower isn’t owned by Stark anymore,’ Strange says.

‘Can we stay here then?’ Loki replies. Strange sighs. He doesn’t want this little motley crew in his Sanctum Sanctorum, but he will need to speak with you about the timeline the minute you wake up. So he makes a portal to the small medical wing he has upstairs.

‘Yes. I’m going to get Stark; he can look after you once she’s woken up. When she does wake up, tell me immediately,’ he says, before pushing the portal over them. Wong looks at him after it closes up.

‘So, Thanos is dead. Shall we celebrate?’

‘It’s hardly a time for celebration. Something’s wrong with the timeline, something very bad. Y/N knows about it; I need her to wake up as quickly as possible,’ Strange replies.

‘Right And do you think you maybe should have not left Loki in a room with all of the Infinity stones?’ Wong asks. Strange blanches, and teleports to the room he’d just sent you to. They’ve lifted you on to one of the medical beds, and Thor is rummaging through cupboards and generally making a mess.

‘I need the gauntlet,’ he says, moving to get it off of your hand. Loki moves to stand between you and him, and Strange sighs.

‘I’ll do it,’ Loki says, watching him with suspicion before he turns back to you.

‘Um- where’s the Power stone?’ he asks, lifting the gauntlet slightly as though the stone might be hiding beneath it.

‘Y/N absorbed it,’ Strange tells him, and Loki, facing away from him, hangs his head. Then he takes a deep breath.

‘Will you help me?’ he asks Thor, who moves to stand with him.

It takes Thor, Loki, Bruce and a lot of angry purple magic swirling around the room to remove the gauntlet from your hand. When it finally comes free, it’s to reveal your hand, red and shrivelled beyond recognition.

‘Thank you,’ Strange says, summoning the gauntlet straight from their hands into his and teleporting to the saferoom. It would be safe in there.

Loki’s POV

Strange disappears with the gauntlet, and Loki turns back to you, turning his attention towards your hand. He thinks he can probably heal it without too much effort, so he sits down beside you and gets to work. You’re really cold.

‘Want me to clean your eye up?’ Bruce asks Thor, who has found some rubbing alcohol and is sniffing it daintily.

‘Yes, please,’ Thor says, sitting on the bed at your feet. Bruce pulls up a chair and takes some of whatever Thor had gathered from the cupboards, ripping some bags open and then unbottling something foul smelling.

‘This is going to hurt,’ Bruce says, and Loki feels Thor’s flinch move the bed as Bruce begins cleaning his empty eye socket.

Loki looks away from your hand to your face, and sees that your eyes are now shut. You’re frowning, and if you’d been alone he might have reached out to smooth the frown lines away. But you’re not, so he doesn’t, concentrating on fixing your hand.

He can hear that you’re alive now. You’re not dreaming anything clearly enough for him to listen in (he’s desperate to find out what had happened when you disappeared through that portal), but you’re clearly living, despite how it had looked earlier.

The way he’d felt when he’d seen you lying there hadn’t been dissimilar to the way he’d felt when he realised that he was about to die at Thanos’ hands.

Hand.

He resists the urge to check that his neck is still intact and continues healing your hand. Just the top layer of skin to go now; he’s done all of the intricate work already. He’s about to be done when he hears a commotion outside the door, and then it opens to reveal Tony.

‘Is she awake yet?’ Strange asks, peering over Tony’s head.

‘Clearly not,’ Loki replies, not turning around.

‘Jesus Christ,’ Tony says.

‘Tony!’ Thor says, and then Loki hears the door close.

‘Bruce?’ Tony asks, and Bruce turns to smile at Tony. It looks more like a grimace.

‘Hey Tony.’

‘I- where have you been? Is she okay? Where is your eye?’ Tony asks, moving across the room to stand on the other side of your bed.

‘My sister stabbed it out,’ Thor explains.

‘You have a sister?’ Tony asks, turning to look acknowledge Loki. ‘Reindeer Games.’

‘Stark,’ Loki replies, finally done with your hand. He pretends not to be so that he doesn’t have to let go of you.

Thor fills Tony in on the events of the past few years, and then Tony tells them all about Ultron (Bruce helps tell this part), the Sokovia Accords and how it had torn the Avengers apart.

As the story finally comes to an end, Loki hears you.

Loki- Loki.

He almost responds, but it comes to his attention that you’re not awake yet. You’re on your way back, but you’re not yet conscious. This wouldn’t matter, he’d be touched that you’re thinking of him in your sleep, but you’re not.

He doesn’t know how he knows it, but he does. You’re not thinking of him. You’d thought his name, yes, but not his name. It’s unnerving, and he hates it.

‘Loki?’ he hears Thor ask, and he looks up.

‘She’s waking up.’

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Chapter 16 - Infinity Stones

The air feels cold against your skin, and the atmosphere is still. There's a purple tinge to the light around you, and you know you're back where you need to be.

'Y/N?'

You turn, and there's Thor, and there's – god, there's Loki. The air leaves your lungs and you can't look, but you can't tear your eyes away either. His neck is bent at the most awful angle, his glassy eyes fixed on something that you can't see.

It seems almost impossible that in this timeline just minutes ago he'd been living, breathing, holding you. Thanos lies some distance behind him, the glaive still sticking out of his chest like some sort of grotesque flagpole.

'Y/N, is that you? What's happening?'

There's a slight tremor to Thor's voice, and it's that that allows you to look away from Loki to his brother. He's staring at the gauntlet and stones in your hands with his one good eye, one side of his face still streaked with tears, the other side with blood.

'It's me,' you say, and you have to try twice because of the large lump that has found its way into your throat.

'But you- you were just...' Thor stammers, gesturing towards where you assume you had – for him - just disappeared from about twenty paces to your left.

'I know it's confusing, but listen to me, I need you to trust me. Just for now. I promise I'll explain everything later,' you say, taking a few shaky steps towards him. Towards Loki. You avoid looking at him again, because it makes it quite hard to breathe when you do.

Instead you watch Thor turn back to him and see fresh tears appear in his eye, which is almost as painful.

'He's dead,' he says, his voice cracking as he speaks the words.

'I'm going to bring him back.'

Thor turns to look at you sharply, and then looks again at the gauntlet in your arms. This time you open your hand to show him the four Infinity stones you have in your fist as well. His eyes widen, and he stumbles backwards as he sees them.

'What- how...?'

'Thor, please. Just trust me,' you plead, understanding that you're asking the impossible of him. He just gapes at you, and you crouch down on the ground, placing the gauntlet before you, followed by the Infinity stones.

Then you pick the gauntlet back up in your non-dominant hand, taking a deep breath as you prepare to put it on. You have a bad feeling that it's going to hurt quite a lot.

'Y/N, wait. You don't know what you're doing,' Thor rasps, stumbling forward towards you. He's battered and bruised, missing an eye and most of his armour, but his voice is filled for concern with you.

'I have to try,' you tell him, your voice hoarse. You're exhausted, emotionally and physically, and you just want to get this done as quickly as possible. So you slide the gauntlet on to your hand.

At first, you feel nothing. Just cold metal against your hand, shrinking to fit tightly around your fingers and wrist, until suddenly the metal grows burning hot, and pain shoots right up your arm all the way to your shoulder.

You cry out in shock and agony, gritting your teeth as you wait for the pain to recede. It doesn't. Your vision is tinted purple, and you can feel your eyes burning. Your magic, trying to protect you.

'What have you done?' you hear Thor say, and look up through the waves of discomfort to see him crouched next to you.

'I'm getting him back,' you tell him through gritted teeth, looking down at your hand, now trapped inside the gauntlet.

'How? How do you know if it will even work?' Thor asks you desperately.

'I don't. But I have to try,' you say firmly, already getting used to the burning, aching pain which is wracking your arm. 'Will you take those?'

You point to the Infinity stones, and Thor looks at you apprehensively before scooping them up carefully.

'Okay. We're going to the Sanctum Sanctorum. In New York, remember?' you ask him, struggling to your feet. The gauntlet seems to weigh so much more now that it's on your hand.

'Yes, with the wizard,' Thor says, still watching you with a worried look in his eye.

'Strange, yeah,' you say, leading Thor over to Loki, determinedly keeping your eyes fixed straight ahead of you, knowing what you have to do next but not wishing to acknowledge it.

'Do you – shall I hold him?' Thor asks tentatively, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

'No. He'll hurt you,' you say, thinking of Loki's cold skin. Quite literally as cold as ice.

'He'll hurt you.'

'No, he couldn't,' you say quietly, bracing yourself. Then you look down at him, and feel in that moment as though you could just... dissolve. Like a raindrop hitting a leaf. There one minute and gone the next, like Loki.

You crouch down, half to be nearer to him and half because your knees refuse to hold you up while you're looking at him like this, and you feel Thor's hand tight on your shoulder.

I'm bringing you back. Don't go where I can't reach you.

It feels important to tell him, even though there's no consciousness to receive and comprehend your thoughts. Just in case.

You swallow hard before reaching out with the hand which doesn't have the gauntlet on to grasp Loki's arm, and the icy burn which spreads through your hand is much more welcome than the burn which you'd felt from the gauntlet.

'Y/N?'

Thor's voice snaps you back to reality, and you raise your gauntleted hand, bringing your fingers together into a fist. You're not sure how this is supposed to work, but you think you have a general idea of what it involves.

So you close your eyes, and tap into the power of the Space stone. You can feel it sat there on your knuckle, vibrating away as the power inside senses you trying to connect to it. Once you're sure you've tapped into its power, you think with all your might of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

After a second, there's a loud rushing sound in your ears, and you feel as though you're being pushed very, very quickly through deep water. Thor's hand tightens on your shoulder and you hold Loki's arm tight, your hand numb against his icy skin.

Then the sensation stops, and you open your eyes to find yourself exactly where you'd pictured. The base of the stairs in the lobby of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Thor exclaims in shock, but you don't give yourself time to feel anything.

You release Loki's arm and turn to Thor.

'The stones,' you ask, holding out your hand, the nerve endings of which are all completely frozen. Thor hesitates, moving his hand away from you slightly.

'I'll be fine. Please. Trust me,' you lie, looking at him earnestly. Thor opens his mouth, and then closes it, tipping the stones into your hand mutely.

'Thank you,' you whisper, pressing your hand to the gauntlet. Two of the stones immediately find their place, slipping from your fingers into the gauntlet with ease. Fresh pain lances up your arm and you grit your teeth, bowing your head in pain.

One of the stones drops into your lap, but one falls to the floor, bounces, and skids away from you. All of this happens as Strange appears at the top of the staircase, flanked by Bruce and another man who you don't recognise.

'Y/N! Jesus–' Bruce says, and you almost feel the shock that he does as he sees Loki. You grab the stone in your lap and jam it into the gauntlet, groaning as your arm is drawn further into anguish and standing up shakily to look around for the last stone.

It's gone.

You panic, casting around for it wildly, until-

'Y/N.'

You look up to see Strange stood a few steps from the bottom of the staircase, holding the last stone. It pulses orange in his hand as though it can sense that it's not where it's supposed to be; it belongs in the gauntlet with its counterparts.

'Give it to me. Please,' you say, holding out your hand and stepping forward. You can hear the pain in your voice, and hate how weak you sound. You'd thought that wielding Infinity stones would make you feel better, not drain you even further.

'You don't know what you're doing. Take it off,' Strange tells you gently. You actually laugh. As if you could stop now even if you wanted to.

'Please just give me the stone,' you reply, unmoving. In the next split second, Strange thinks that he's going to conjure the stone to a different place, somewhere that you can't get to it even with the other five Infinity stones, and so you move.

You summon the stone into your numb hand, and it's halfway towards you before Strange pulls it back.

'Y/N, don't!' Thor yells, but you hardly hear him. You tap into the Power stone and feel a sudden, incredible rush of energy surge through you. It's as though the power from the stone has fused with your magic, and it's incredible.

Before Strange has time to even blink, you've cast a protective shield around Loki, pushed Thor back against the wall and trapped him, and surrounded Bruce and the man at the top of the stairs in magic so that they can't interfere either. Then you bring Strange towards you, and block him from performing any spells. All in a breath.

'No, don't. Don't do this,' Strange gasps, struggling in vain against your power. The Soul stone floats from his hand into yours.

'You see that I have to though, don't you,' you ask, and Strange looks over to Loki.

'Listen, listen to me. I know it's hard, but you can't possibly wield that much power. You are powerful, exceptionally so, but to bring someone back from the dead? You'll die, Y/N. Not to mention the impact it could have on the timeline...'

He trails off as you laugh again, the way your mouth stretches as you do feeling extremely foreign.

'If I survive this, we'll have a chat about the timeline,' you tell him. His expression changes, curiosity creeping into his worried expression.

'What's happened? I felt something, earlier. You have to tell me,' he says urgently.

'I will,' you say, and then you use the Mind stone to make him fall unconscious. You let him down to the ground gently, and then place the Soul stone slowly into the gauntlet. This time the pain makes you fall to your knees, and your vision goes black around the edges.

You can hear Thor calling your name from far away, but you can't think about him now. Only Loki. Struggling to your feet, you turn and manage to get to his side, dropping to the ground and letting the shield around him down as you reach him.

The pain is so severe now that there are tears pouring your face, making it hard to see. You reach out for him instead, finding his hand and holding it tight, unable to feel properly. It occurs to you that your senses are failing you, and that you'd better hurry up before the stones kill you before you've brought Loki back.

You let your mind go very quiet, concentrating on the way it feels to breathe. Just in case.

Then you tap into every stone at once, and tilt your wrist, bring your thumb and middle finger together.

Bring him back. Bring him back.

The effort it takes to bring your fingers together in a snap is gargantuan. Impossible. But then there's a rush of energy which stops your heart and draws the air from your lungs, and everything flashes white.

You watch briefly from outside your body as there's an explosion of force from the gauntlet, knocking everyone backwards. Your body falls slack, purple mist shimmering to nothing around you, your open eyes so deeply purple that they're almost black.

You see Thor starting towards you, and Strange sitting up in shock. You see the stones glowing brightly in the gauntlet on your limp hand. And you see Loki. Unmoved, lying next to you still.

And then you see nothing.

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Chapter 15 - Goodbye

You wake Sylvie, gather with the others inside the hut, and begin to form something that vaguely resembles a plan.

‘Okay. What’s our plan here?’ Classic Loki asks once you’re all inside. You note his use of the word ‘our’ with amusement and see Classic Y/N smiling to herself.

‘The TVA needs to be taken down,’ Sylvie says, her voice still thick with sleep.

‘Well yes. Obviously,’ Loki sighs. Sylvie ignores him and continues.

‘We don’t know who created it or where they are, but that thing out there does. When it hit me earlier, I linked to it. It was brief, but I caught a glimpse of something, and I think if I can get close enough to it, I can enchant it and get it to let me past to whoever’s hiding behind it.’

‘That’s… quite good, actually,’ Kid Loki remarks. Sylvie looks oddly proud of herself at this accolade.

‘Thanks.’

‘Come on then. No time like the present,’ Nico says, standing up and bushing himself off.

‘You- you’re coming with us?’ Sylvie blinks.

‘Uh, yes? This is the most exciting thing to happen since I got here, since any of us got here. You think I’m just going to stand by and watch it happen? I don’t think so,’ Nico replies, scoffing slightly.

Loki is looking at him appraisingly, Sylvie with something a little more than appraisal.

‘I’m coming too,’ Kid Loki says abruptly, standing up. Kid Y/N stares at him in annoyance, before standing up with force too.

‘And me,’ she says. Kid Loki sighs and rolls his eyes.

‘Do you have to copy me all of the time?’

‘I don’t copy you, why on Asgard would I want to be like you?’

‘You’re just-’

‘Enough, you two. Don’t be stupid now, you’re leaving with Mobius and Resilient Y/N,’ Classic Y/N says sternly. The two kids look to her, and then to you. You force a smile.

‘Don’t you want to get out of here?’

They don’t need to reply for you to know what the answer is.

‘What about you?’ you ask Classic Y/N and Loki.

‘I think we’ll stay. It sounds as though you’re going to need all of the help you can get,’ she says to Loki and Sylvie, who nod gratefully. Classic Loki says nothing, staring at the floor.

‘Good. Let’s go,’ Nico says, starting towards the door. Sylvie follows him eagerly, then Loki, you and Mobius. The other variants follow behind. You walk up to the peak of the hill that the hut had been halfway down, and when you reach the top, you can see Alioth.

Despite the guilt that you feel for leaving your friends, you can’t help but feel slightly relieved that you won’t be around to have to deal with it. Everyone comes to a stop, and there’s a moment of silence.

‘So, I’ll uh- give your regards to Renslayer,’ Mobius says to Sylvie, who grins.

‘Oh, please do.’

‘New Loki, you’ll need this,’ Kid Loki says, removing a blade from a sheath on his backpack and handing it over.

‘I- are you sure?’ Loki asks, looking apprehensive.

‘Just say thank you and take it,’ Kid Loki tells him.

‘Thank you,’ Loki says, conjuring a sheath of his own to place the sword in.

Classic Y/N takes a step forward and places her hands on your shoulders.

‘Good luck. I hope everything works out, but if it doesn’t… you know where to find us,’ she tells you. You nod tersely, the sensation of tears behind your eyes feeling alien to you as she pulls you into a hug.

The Loki and Y/N variants turn to say goodbye to one another, and you, Mobius and Sylvie gather together.

‘Well, looks like you got away in the end,’ Mobius says to Loki, visibly suppressing a smile.

‘I always do,’ Loki shrugs. ‘What will you do at the TVA?’

‘Burn it to the ground. Thanks for the spark,’ Mobius smiles, holding out his hand. Loki looks at it, then at Mobius’ face, and to your immense surprise grabs his hand and pulls him into a hug. You and Sylvie look across at each other in visible shock as the two men embrace.

‘You’re my favourite,’ you see Mobius mouth to Sylvie over Loki’s shoulder, and she looks away from you, laughing.

Loki breaks away from Mobius, and then turns to you.

‘I- really hope everything works out for you,’ he says, eyeing the ring on your finger.

‘You don’t have to lie, I can read your mind,’ you tease, smiling slightly.

‘No, I’m being serious. But I will miss having you around,’ he replies, speaking directly to your left shoulder. You look at him until he meets your eye.

‘I’ll miss you too,’ you say, and then he’s hugging you and his arms feel so familiar around you that for a second you can’t breathe. You screw your eyes shut and hug him back fiercely, committing the way it feels to memory.

Just in case.

When he pulls away, Sylvie takes a step backwards.

‘I’m not hugging you,’ she says, holding her hands up. Nico looks faintly pleased by this.

‘Good,’ Loki says pointedly, moving to stand next to Classic Loki. Kid Loki and Y/N walk over to you and Mobius, Kid Y/N looking strangely bright eyed.

‘Ready?’ Mobius asks, pulling out the TemPad. Are you? You’re not sure, so you can’t nod. The orange doorway appears to your left, and you catch Classic Loki looking at it with such obvious longing in his eyes that it almost hurts to witness.

‘Good luck,’ Loki says, and you nod, almost replying aloud before you realise that his voice had been in your mind.

I hope you find your Y/N variant.

I hope so too.

Kid Loki is already through the doorway with Mobius hot on his heels. You take Kid Y/N’s hand, and she squeezes it gratefully. Taking one last look over your shoulder as you walk through the door; everyone’s turned away already except Loki, who’s smiling at you as you disappear.

Then he’s gone, and so is the doorway. The familiar muddy orange and brown colours of the TVA greet you as you turn back to Mobius, but something’s different this time. You try to summon your magic, and it works.

‘Okay, so clearly a lot has changed since we were pruned,’ Mobius says, upon seeing this. Kid Y/N is holding your hand so tightly that it hurts; Kid Loki is already halfway down the corridor.

‘For the better, apparently,’ you add, looking around for minutemen. None appear, and nor does Renslayer.

‘Alright, let’s get you a gauntlet and some Infinity stones,’ Mobius says, and suddenly you feel as though you’re going to pass out. It’s happening. Your crazy, stupid plan is happening and that means that you might get Loki back.

‘Hey, you okay?’ Mobius asks you, and you nod aggressively.

‘Yes. Yes, let’s go,’ you reply, starting after Kid Loki down the corridor.

It’s eerily quiet. Your footsteps echo disconcertingly as the four of you run-walk down corridors, every second waiting for someone to stand in your way. No one does. Mobius has turned very pale.

‘What happened? Where is everyone?’ Kid Loki asks, and you find that you don’t really want to find out the answer to his question.

‘I don’t know, kid. I don’t know,’ Mobius mutters under his breath as you hurry along.

After what feels like an age, you finally arrive somewhere you recognise – the evidence room.

‘Okay, let’s split up – it’ll be quicker that way,’ Mobius says as you burst through the doors.

‘Y/N, find the stones that you need, kids, split up and try to find the gauntlet. It’s like a huge golden glove-’

‘We know what the Infinity gauntlet looks like Mobius,’ Kid Loki says scathingly, already disappearing between shelves. Kid Y/N reluctantly lets go of your hand and walks off between some shelves too.

You rush over to the desk with the drawer where you’d seen the Infinity stones before, praying.

Please be here. Please be here. Please be here.

The drawer almost comes free from the desk with the force that you open it with, and you almost sob in relief when you see that there are still stones in there. There are less than before, but it’s enough.

You gently pick up four stones, one red, one green, one yellow and one orange. Reality, Time, Mind and Soul. Silently naming them as you pick them out, you become aware of someone watching you.

Turning around slowly, you find Mobius staring at the stones in your hand.

‘I can’t believe I’m just letting you walk away with these,’ he says, shaking his head. ‘If you’d have told me about what’s happening now a week ago, I would’ve laughed in your face.’

‘So would I,’ you say, feeling the energy from the stones humming against your skin, warming your hands. You bump the drawer shut with your hip and walk over to Mobius.

‘What will you do with them? After you’ve got your variant back?’ he asks you.

‘I could bring them back here. Or destroy them,’ you muse.

‘There might not be a TVA to bring them back to after you leave,’ Mobius says, and despite everything he’s learnt, there’s loss in his voice.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say to him, and he shakes his head.

‘Don’t be. I’ll be alright.’

‘Found it! I’ve found it!’ Kid Y/N’s voice comes faintly from within the shelves and shelves of evidence, growing louder as she draws nearer. She emerges from the shelves victorious, holding the gauntlet aloft.

Kid Loki emerges from a few shelves down, looking disgruntled.

‘I was almost where she was,’ he mutters, but you hardly hear him. You take the gauntlet, whispering a hushed thank you to your variant, looking at what you’re holding in your hands. The power to cheat death. The power to wipe out billions and billions of people, to destroy worlds…

‘Y/N. Y/N. Don’t think about it,’ Kid Loki is saying to you, and you look up at him.

‘Don’t think about any of the bad stuff. You’re using it for good, remember that,’ he tells you, and you nod.

‘I need a TemPad,’ you realise, looking around as though one might appear magically before you just because you need it. Everything had seemed so easy up to now, was it really so ludicrous to think that something like that might happen?

‘Here, take mine,’ Mobius says, reaching into his jacket pocket and handing you his TemPad. You shift the gauntlet so that it’s wedged beneath your arm and take the TemPad, opening your mouth to say thank you, except that’s not what comes out.

‘This all seems too easy.’

No sooner than the words are out of your mouth, the ground starts to tremble and shake. Kid Y/N and Loki cling to each other, and Mobius glares at you.

‘You had to say it, didn’t you,’ he says, racing over to the window which looks out over the rest of the colossal citadel which is the TVA.

‘Go. Y/N, go,’ he says, and the fear in his voice doesn’t prompt you to wait around to see what had scared him so much. You fumble with the TemPad as Mobius sprints over to the desks and starts rifling through the drawers.

‘What is it?’ Kid Loki asks fearfully.

‘How do these things work?’ you yell at Mobius, glancing up from the TemPad to see a bright orange glow emitting from the citadel below. It’s getting brighter.

Mobius, having found another TemPad, creates an orange doorway in seconds and tosses it to Kid Loki, racing back towards you.

‘Go, now!’ he instructs the kids, grabbing your TemPad and fiddling with it.

‘But-’

‘Quickly!’

Kid Loki drags your smaller variant through their doorway, and they’re both gone in an instant. When you turn again, there’s another orange doorway, and Mobius is pushing the TemPad back into your hands and shoving you towards it.

‘Mobius, wait!’

The ground is shaking in earnest now, and it’s almost hard to hear over the noise of furniture crashing about and a loud rumbling noise.

‘There has literally never been less time Y/N, go,’ he says, stepping backwards as the orange doorway surrounds you.

‘Thank you,’ you shout to him, trying to pour as much sincerity into the words as you can. From the look he gives you before he disappears into bright orange light, he understood.

And then the doorway disappears, and instead of orange, you see purple.

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The Nexus Event (Loki x reader)

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Chapter 14 - Reunited

You all walk in silence for twenty minutes or so. Instead of asking why you don’t simply teleport towards Alioth, you stay silent, worried that it might be a stupid question.

‘It feels weird walking towards the creature,’ Kid Y/N says, finally breaking the silence. You’re glad, it had been becoming unbearable.

‘Does anyone have a plan yet?’ Kid Loki asks impatiently.

‘It’s none of your concern, you’re not going with them,’ Classic Loki snaps from the front of the group. Kid Loki scowls deeply. TVA Loki watches him with a look of something almost like fear on his face, and you frown at him, confused. Why should he be scared of a child?

‘Your best bet is to get inside it and find it’s heart or brain or whatever. Then, you know. Do it in,’ Kid Y/N says confidently. Nico, walking next to her, nods.

‘I think that’s going to be a good idea. Unless you have something else worked out?’ he asks, looking first at you, then at TVA Loki.

‘I’m working on it,’ he says grumpily.

Classic Loki finally brings the group to a halt at the top of a sizeable hill, behind some shrubbery. Before you, maybe five hundred metres away and below you, a huge ship lies tilted to one side on the ground, water still dripping from its hull.

You can see sailors running around on the deck like frenzied ants, their panicked shouts carrying to you on the wind.

‘This is where the biggest items and creatures that are pruned end up. And Alioth is like any predator; it’ll go after the big meal first.’

From the distance, Alioth appears, a huge dark form shaped almost like a gigantic hound, its hollow eyes burning fiery orange. It moves across the ground seemingly effortlessly, its eyes fixed on its prey: the ship.

‘Right. While he’s busy with that you can slip around the back, and…’ Classic Loki trails off as you watch Alioth advance towards the ship; the rumbling, growling noise it makes drowning his voice out completely.

You shrink backwards as Alioth proceeds to totally annihilate the ship and all of its passengers. It covers the boat completely so that you can’t see it for about twenty seconds, and when it retreats there’s no trace of it.

As Alioth rumbles off into the distance, everyone turns to look at Classic Loki.

‘Maybe we, uh… need to think a bit more about this, huh?’ he says. Just as you’re about to sit down on the floor, Kid Loki turns around sharply.

‘Car,’ he says.

‘What?’

Everyone turns to follow his gaze.

‘Where?’ Kid Y/N demands.

‘Along the horizon,’ he says, pointing. You see it: a rusty old blue car with a plastic pizza slice bouncing around on the roof, attached by some sort of spring.

‘Is that bad?’ Loki asks, squinting at the car.

‘Well, usually it means cannibalistic marauders or cannibalistic pirates,’ Kid Loki tells him.

‘Delightful,’ Loki says.

‘They’re slowing down,’ Nico says, one hand resting on the short sword he has sheathed at his belt.

‘What are they doing?’ Classic Y/N murmurs, frowning.

‘Just stay on guard,’ Classic Loki says, taking a step forward.

The car trundles to a stop not far from where you’re stood, and then two familiar figures clamber out. You turn to look at Loki in delight, but he’s already running. You teleport instead, appearing in front of Sylvie and Mobius with glee written across your face.

‘You’re alive!’ you exclaim, right as Loki appears next to you.

‘You’re smiling. It suits you,’ Mobius tells you, a smile spreading across his face too.

‘We figured you could use some back up,’ Sylvie shrugs, clearly trying to downplay how pleased she is to see you both.

‘What happened? Are you both okay?’ Mobius asks you, but before either of you can reply Sylvie looks behind you and draws her short sword.

‘Oh no, wait, wait, these are our friends,’ Loki says, stepping between the group who had followed you to the car and Sylvie’s weapon.

‘This is, um… us in the future, us as a child, and us as a crocodile,’ Loki explains to Sylvie, who opens her mouth, frowning.

‘Best not to question it,’ Loki tells her, pulling a face. ‘And the others are Y/N variants.’

You turn to the group of variants and find Nico staring at Sylvie and her short sword in badly concealed awe. Kid Loki nudges Kid Y/N to bring this to her attention, and she smirks as she looks to Nico, and then Sylvie.

‘So, you’re after the giant cloud monster too then?’ Mobius asks you.

‘Well yes, but we haven’t decided how we’re going to kill it yet…’

‘Come again? Kill it?’ Sylvie interrupts, and Loki scowls at her.

‘Yes. We’re going to kill Alioth,’ he explains patiently.

‘Oh, my God. That was your plan?’ she asks you in disbelief.

‘Yes,’ you say, setting your jaw.

‘And you went along with this?’ Sylvie asks the motley crew assembled behind you.

‘I had my doubts,’ Kid Loki says.

‘Probably unsafe,’ Classic Loki nods. Nico still hasn’t moved, watching Sylvie as though she were some sort of endangered species.

‘All right, well, what’s your plan then?’ Loki shoots back at Sylvie.

‘I think that the person we’re after is beyond the Void at the end of time. And if they are, that thing is just that guard dog protecting the only way in,’ Sylvie tells you, raising her eyebrows and sticking her chest out slightly.

‘Okay, so how do we get past the guard dog?’ Loki asks.

‘I’m going to enchant it,’ Sylvie says. Loki bursts out laughing. Kid Y/N has moved to stand next to you and is still looking at Nico in amusement. He’s glaring at Loki now.

‘I’m sorry. That’s insane, right?’ Loki chuckles, turning to everyone else, the smile sliding from his face when he realises that no one else is laughing.

‘As insane as what? Paper-cutting a cloud to death?’ Sylvie smirks.

‘Hey, listen. We’ve been down here longer than you…’ Loki starts.

‘I’m going to enchant it,’ Sylvie interrupts, refusing to listen to him.

‘She’s pretty confident,’ Mobius says matter-of-factly.

‘Come on then, let’s find some cover so that Alioth doesn’t find and kill us all first,’ Classic Loki tells the group, and he turns and sets off back up the hill.

Everyone follows him; Loki and Sylvie continue to bicker, so you fall into step beside Mobius.

‘How you holdin’ up?’ he asks you, giving you a quick once over.

‘I- I’m weirdly okay. It’s good to see you,’ you tell him, and he smiles.

‘It’s good to see you too.’

You hesitate before asking the question you’ve been dying to ask him since you saw him climb out of the car.

‘Do you… do you have a TemPad?’ you ask him quietly, so that only you and he hear it.

‘Yes,’ he replies, simply. Your heart leaps.

‘So, we can get out of here?’

‘I’m not sure that getting back to the TVA is anyone’s first priority right now,’ Mobius tells you, gesturing towards the group in front of you. You don’t reply. This whole time you’ve been so focused on getting back to your timeline, you’d never once considered staying in this one.

Mobius must see the confusion on your face, because he nudges your arm gently.

‘Hey. This isn’t your fight. You came from yours, and I don’t think it’s over yet,’ he tells you. You turn to look at him.

‘You really think I could get him back?’

‘Isn’t it worth trying? Although maybe don’t take advice from me because I just found out that my whole existence is a lie, so I might be spiralling right now,’ Mobius tells you.

‘You seem to be handling it very well,’ you say, and he shrugs.

‘I’m planning on going back there and destroying the whole thing. Telling everyone the truth.’

‘Oh,’ you reply.

‘Hey, no judgement. That’s not half as crazy as what you’re trying to pull off,’ Mobius retorts.

‘True,’ you sigh.

‘Do they know you’re not going with them?’ he asks, nodding at Loki and Sylvie.

‘I don’t know. I’ll talk to them,’ you say.

A few minutes later you reach a small hut about halfway up a small hill, which apparently constitutes as cover from the gargantuan monster that is Alioth. Everyone crams inside, except you, Loki and Sylvie.

‘I- uh, I’m going to sleep for a bit,’ Sylvie says, pointing to the other side of the hut.

‘We’ll keep watch,’ you answer her silent question, and she flashes you what might have been a genuine smile.

‘Thanks.’

You and Loki walk a short distance away from the hut and sit down in silence. The breeze sends a shiver through you, and you pull your knees to your chest.

‘It’s cold,’ you say.

‘Is it?’ Loki asks, turning to look at you. You smile at him.

‘A bit,’ you nod.

‘I take it you know about my true heritage,’ Loki sniffs, looking away.

‘Yes. Curtesy of Thor, actually,’ you reply.

Loki doesn’t reply, still looking away from you, but then there’s a green sort of shimmer around your shoulders and a blanket materialises there. You grasp the edges, holding it tight.

‘Thanks,’ you try to say, but the word gets caught in your throat.

‘You’re not coming with us, are you?’ Loki asks, turning back to look at you. You shake your head slowly, not wanting to look at him.

‘Is that awful of me?’

‘I hardly think it would be prudent of me to judge,’ Loki says.

‘If my plan doesn’t work out… I’ll come back,’ you tell him, watching your feet carefully. Loki simply nods.

‘What will you do?’ you ask him, tilting your head.

‘If we don’t die trying to get past this blasted hound, and we find whoever’s beyond the Void and put a stop to all of this… I- think I’d quite like to try and find my Y/N variant,’ he says reluctantly.

‘Really?’ you ask in shock.

‘Yes.’

He doesn’t elaborate, looking out over the deserted landscape in silence. You run the frayed edges of the blanket through your fingers, watching the ring on your left-hand catch what little sunlight there is in this place and sparkle faintly.

‘I was thinking about what that old Loki variant said. It sounds as though he was exactly like me up until my Nexus Event. And he seems happy enough. The ending we saw in the Time Theatre wasn’t my ending, that was yours. But maybe I can have an ending that suits me just as well,’ Loki says.

‘I’m certain you’ll get it,’ you tell him. He shrugs.

‘Whatever happens, it’ll be on my terms. Not on the Time Keepers terms, or whoever’s hiding beyond the Void. That’s all that matters,’ Loki replies.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, before you remember something.

‘Earlier, when we were walking, you looked kind of… scared, almost. Of your kid variant. Why?’ you ask him.

‘Me? Scared of that little runt? Hardly,’ Loki scoffs. You just look at him. Eventually, he sighs.

‘Fine. He told me – his Nexus Event… he killed our brother. Thor.’

‘What? Seriously?’ you ask in disbelief, twisting around to look towards the little hut within which the variants and Mobius sit. You can just see the top of Sylvie’s head and her shoulder hidden in the long grass next to the hut.

‘Yes. And he wasn’t lying. He had this look in his eye…’ Loki says, looking haunted as he recalls it.

‘Wow,’ you mutter, turning back around to face forwards.

Another few minutes of silence, and then…

‘So, what exactly is your plan?’

You take a deep breath, watching your exhale materialise into a tiny cloud and then drift into nothingness in front of your face.

‘I’ll get back to the TVA with Mobius. Find the Infinity gauntlet and the stones that aren’t already in my timeline, then take a TemPad and get back to my timeline,’ you tell him.

‘Okay. Then what?’

‘What do you mean ‘then what’? Then I bring my variant back,’ you snap.

‘How?’

‘I’ll get the stones into the gauntlet and then use it to snap him back,’ you say, trying to ignore the uncertainty that taints your voice as you speak.

‘And then what? If wielding the power of all six Infinity stones doesn’t kill you, you’re still stranded in space,’ Loki says.

‘Well… I’ll take us back to Midgard before I snap him back then. With the Space stone,’ you tell him.

‘Where on Midgard?’

‘Can you stop,’ you say angrily, your voice breaking on the last word, giving you away. Loki stays quiet for a minute.

‘I’m just making sure you know what you’re doing,’ he says gently.

‘Well I don’t. I’m making it up as I go along, because I don’t have a choice,’ you tell him, slightly more aggressively than you had meant to.

‘I think you’ll be okay,’ Loki tells you, and you sigh, feeling bad.

‘I hope so. And I hope that you will too,’ you say sincerely.

‘So?’ he asks, and you frown at him in confusion.

‘Where on Midgard?’

You stare at him, thinking.

‘The Tower, probably. Or the Sanctum Sanctorum. It needs to be somewhere Thor knows, just in case I… if I don’t…’ here you trail off, your eyes glazing over slightly.

‘You’re really willing to risk your life for him?’

‘Of course I am,’ you reply without a second thought. ‘He died because of me. I owe it to him, at the very least.’

‘Before a few days ago I never would have been able to imagine risking my own life for someone else.’

You smile, causing him to backpedal at an astonishing rate.

‘I didn’t mean you, I just meant maybe I’d consider meeting someone I would care that much about now,’ he clarifies swiftly.

‘Good for you,’ you say, still smiling.

‘Thank you,’ Loki says, after another stretch of silence. You turn to him in surprise.

‘For what?’

He shrugs.

‘I don’t know. I feel differently to how I did a few days ago. In a good way. I think that’s down to you.’

‘Well, you’re welcome,’ you say, and he nods gratefully.

Time passes, and you sit together in comfortable silence, until you hear Mobius calling your names from the hut.

‘Y/N, Loki! You ready?’

You stand up, offering the blanket back to Loki, who makes it disappear.

‘Come on then,’ he says, starting towards the hut. You watch him for a second before following him.

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Chapter 13 - The Plan

You perch on a sofa next to Loki, refusing to relax, and watch the Y/N and Loki variants interact. It's difficult to watch, because it's so clear that each of the variants from the same universe belong together.

'Resilient Y/N, what was your Nexus Event?'

You look up at Kid Y/N as she asks the question, and the rest of the room falls silent to listen to you.

'I killed someone I wasn't supposed to.'

'Who?' she probes, and Kid Loki rolls his eyes.

'Thanos,' you say, and Classic Loki chokes on his drink.

'Me too,' Boastful Loki says loudly, raising his hand. For some reason this annoys you, and you see TVA Loki smirk out of the corner of your eye.

'Yes, well, it's not a competition, is it?' the male Y/N variant chimes in.

'I'm sorry, I have to ask. Are you..?' TVA Loki asks him, pointing between you and him. The male variant of you smiles.

'I am a Y/N variant, as they say, yes. My name is Nico.'

You can't help but stare at him, and the scar which graces one side of his face. It looks remarkably like the one you'd seen on your future self, back in the time theatre with Mobius.

'What about you, Resilient Loki?' Kid Y/N asks, leaning forward. This time Loki doesn't correct the assumption that you're from the same timeline.

'I stole the Tesseract from the Avengers. The Space stone,' he clarifies, when mostly everyone looks confused.

'The Avengers. I still can't get over how stupid that name is,' Boastful Loki snorts, and everyone apart from you laughs, a twinge of protectiveness materialising in your chest. You stand up, and everyone stops laughing abruptly.

'I'm going,' you say.

'Going where?' Boastful Y/N asks, rolling her eyes.

'Out of this place. Back to the TVA,' you say, already starting to walk away back towards the ladder. You don't need to stick around to see the sympathetic and judgemental looks in their eyes.

'Loki's are as good as escaping as we are at surviving. That gives us a decent chance,' you hear TVA Loki say behind you, and you smile ever so slightly.

'You'll be murdered,' Classic Loki tells you.

'Well, so be it.' TVA Loki says firmly.

'Don't be stupid,' you hear Kid Loki say, and you turn around sharply.

'Have any of you ever heard of a woman Loki variant?' you ask. They all shake their heads.

'No. Sounds terrifying,' Boastful Loki says.

'She is. She's different. She's not trying to take over the TVA, she's trying to take it down, and she needs us,' you tell them desperately.

'You say Alioth is what's keeping us here. You said it's a shark, a living thing. Well, if it lives, it dies. So we're going to kill it, and we could use all the help we can get,' TVA Loki says, moving to stand by your side.

No one says anything. Boastful Loki shakes his head and chuckles, and Classic Y/N looks at you imploringly.

You turn on your heel and walk away, wrenching open the door which leads to the ladder open. Loki follows you.

'Monsters,' he mutters as you start climbing the ladder.

'Cowards,' you correct him as you reach the top of the ladder, shoving the door at the top open upwards with your shoulder, hard. It swings open, and you stare. Another Loki, identical to the one beneath you, looks down at you. He's surrounded by Loki and Y/N variants alike, all staring right back at you.

'What? Why have you stopped?' TVA Loki asks from beneath you on the ladder.

'Uh-' you say.

'Get back down there. Now.' the Loki above you spits. You assume TVA Loki heard him, because he descends quickly, and you follow him.

'Is that your variant?' TVA Loki whispers when you reach the bottom of the ladder.

'No,' you reply quietly, wondering whether you should feel touched that he considered the fact.

'He looks exactly like me,' Loki says under his breath, and you don't reply, unsure whether he had been talking to you or to himself.

You walk back into the main room, hearing the footsteps of the new Loki and Y/N variants close behind you but too nervous to turn around. At least you have your magic out here.

'Ah, you're back. I told you they'd see sense,' Classic Loki says loudly, twisting in his chair to look at you as you re-enter the room. You watch his face drop and then swiftly lose colour as he sees who is entering behind you.

He and Classic Y/N jump up, followed by Kid Loki and Y/N, and Nico. Boastful Loki and Y/N stay seated, watching the new arrivals warily.

'You idiots! You've led them right to our door!' Classic Loki shouts at you and TVA Loki, and you hold your hands up defensively.

'No. It wasn't them,' says Classic Y/N, looking at Boastful Y/N. Classic Loki turns to look at her too, and she sighs and stands up alongside Boastful Loki.

'You betrayed us,' Kid Y/N snarls.

Boastful Loki merely shrugs, and they move to stand with the new arrivals, who have formed a threatening line behind the Loki who looks so similar to TVA Loki.

'Apologies. I have betrayed you... but now I am king,' Boastful Loki smirks, holding out his arms.

'About that...' the new Loki muses, observing his fingernails as he speaks. Boastful Loki turns to stare at him in annoyance.

'You can't be serious,' he says.

'Oh, come on. What did you expect?' the new Loki smirks, holding out his arms as Boastful Loki had just done.

'That wasn't the bargain!' Boastful Y/N protests. 'We gave you their location. In exchange for shelter and supplies, you turn over your army and we take the throne.'

'Okay, but how about this one? My army. My throne,' the new Loki retorts.

In a split second the group behind him have unsheathed their weapons and pointed them at their leader's head.

'About that...' one particularly angry man says, his sword balanced beneath Loki's chin.

'Why you beef-witted, half-faced scrubs,' the new Loki snarls. 'We had a deal. For God's sake.'

At that moment, he spots the alligator on the floor next to Kid Loki's feet.

'Why the hell is there an alligator in here?' he cries despairingly.

'He's a Loki!' everyone behind you snaps in unison.

The alligator, who has been growling low in the back of his throat ever since the intruders arrived, choses this moment to launch an attack. It barrels forward towards the new Loki and jumps an incredible distant to latch its teeth around his hand.

The new Loki cries out in pain and flails about, trying to remove the alligator from his hand. Everyone stands still in shock and awe as they wrestle, until finally, with an awful wet, ripping sound, the alligator comes free from Loki's arm. Along with his hand.

There is complete silence as the alligator hits the floor and the new Loki stares at the bleeding stump on the end of his arm. Then he screams, and all hell breaks loose.

Weapons and spells go flying in all directions, and you get your magic ready in your palms as you watch Classic Loki and Kid Loki go charging into the fray. Someone grabs your arm, and you spin around to see TVA Loki.

You don't need to speak to agree that it's time you got out of here. You give a tiny nod, and a second later you're back above ground, back in the middle of nowhere.

Loki lets go of your arm and you turn slowly, trying to gauge any sense of where you are. You fail. In the near distance, you hear Alioth growling away, making the ground beneath your feet tremble slightly as though it too were afraid.

'So, what's the plan?' Loki asks you, and you look at him helplessly.

'How are we supposed to fight something that can't be killed?' you reply.

'No. It can be killed. I said it before; if it lives, then it dies,' Loki tells you, and his voice is full of such confidence that you almost believe him.

'We have to get out of here,' you say. 'I'll do anything to achieve that.'

'Me too,' Loki nods.

'So... what do we know about this thing? Alioth,' you ask him.

Before he can answer, five people and a crocodile materialise about a hundred feet away from you. One of them is speaking loud enough that you can hear what it is he's saying.

'Damn it. Animals, animals! We lie, and we cheat, and we cut the throat of every person who trusts us, and for what? Power. Glorious power. Glorious purpose! We can't change, we're broken. Every version of us. Forever.'

Classic Y/N reaches out to touch his arm, and presumably says something to calm him down, because his voice gets quieter after that, and you can't make out what he's saying anymore. You turn to see TVA Loki watching you.

'What?'

'Can we trust them?' he asks you.

'Them? Yes. I think so,' you reply.

'Come on then, before they disappear again,' he says, starting forward towards the small group.

'-and whenever one of us dares to try and fix themselves, they're sent here to perish,' you hear Classic Loki saying angrily as you draw nearer to the group, despite his lowered tone.

'That's why we need to get out of here,' TVA Loki says, announcing your presence to the group. Kid Loki and Y/N and Nico whip around in surprise, and you hold your hands up before they can attack you. Classic Loki shakes his head, not even turning to look at you.

'Nothing can change until the TVA is stopped,' you say, appealing to Classic Y/N, who is watching you carefully.

'And you trust her? This woman Loki variant?' she asks the two of you eventually.

'She's the only one we do trust,' Loki tells her.

'She's our only chance of stopping the TVA. I'm sure of it,' you say.

Classic Y/N turns to look at Classic Loki imploringly, and he looks back at her in such a way that it makes your chest hurt so much that Kid Loki and TVA Loki feel it too and wince.

'Okay. Okay, we'll help you,' Classic Loki finally caves, and you smile properly for the first time in days.

'Thank you,' you say, the sincerity of the statement clear from your tone of voice.

'But approaching Alioth is a death sentence. We'll get you to the beast, but that's as far as we'll go,' he says firmly. You nod in understanding, and see Loki do the same out of the corner of your eye.

'Do you have a plan?' Loki asks him eagerly.

'No,' Classic Loki says, turning and beginning to walk in the direction of the horrible rumbling sound in the distance.

'Thank you,' you murmur to Classic Y/N, moving to walk alongside her. She gives you a tiny nod of acknowledgment, smiling ever so slightly.

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Chapter 12 - The Void

You slowly regain consciousness, wondering as you do so how you’re still thinking. You were pruned, does that not mean you’re dead? Maybe this is life after death, and if it is, then Loki might be here.

The thought makes you scared to move. You’re lying on your back and the air is cool; there’s a breeze blowing across your cheeks. Your fingers inch across the ground, finding grass beneath you, and you can hear trees rustling.

You’re scared, but you’re more curious. Slowly, tentatively, you let your eyelids crack open. There’s a woman stood over you, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows. You don’t move; for some reason this woman doesn’t alarm you. She tilts her head, and smiles.

‘Hi.’

She has short, dark hair with a fringe, behind which sits a faded yellow headband. She’s wearing gear which doesn’t look dissimilar to the gear Sylvie had been wearing, except hers is so faded that you can’t make out what colour it once have must been.

‘Hi,’ you reply, and she holds out a hand for you to take. She pulls you to your feet, and you find yourself surprised at her strength. She looks as though she’s in her mid-to-late forties, indicated by the lines on her forehead and around her eyes.

‘You alright?’ she asks, watching as you brush yourself off and touch the small of your back where you’d felt yourself get pruned. It feels normal; there’s not even a tear in your gear.

‘I – yeah,’ you say, looking around in a mix of disbelief and fear. You’re standing on flat, open terrain which stretches for miles around you, random objects strewn haphazardly around the place.

It’s misty, and all of the colours seem to be strangely muted, as though there’s a filter on your vision. The sky is an angry looking grey colour, and you can’t see another living creature apart from the woman stood in front of you. You look back to her.

‘Where are we?’

‘This? This is The Void. The place where the TVA dumps all its rubbish, everything it prunes,’ the woman tells you, already beginning to move off towards… nowhere. ‘Come on.’

You follow her quickly, not wanting to be left behind in this strange environment.

‘You know about the TVA?’ you ask, almost tripping as you try to keep up with her strides.

‘Course, it’s where I came from. Where everything here came from,’ she tells you, gesturing out across the never-ending misty plain.

‘I need to get back there,’ you say, and she chuckles.

‘You can’t get back there,’ she laughs, and then looks upwards sharply as a loud rumbling, growling noise echoes across the sky.

‘What was that?’ you ask fearfully, following her gaze and seeing nothing.

‘Alioth. That’s your reason for not being able to escape from this place,’ the woman says solemnly, quickening her pace.

‘Where are we going?’

‘Somewhere safe.’

‘Are you alone here?’

For some reason, this makes her laugh again.

‘No, not unless I want to be.’

‘What does that mean?’

‘Hey, I get that you have questions, but can we save them for when we’re safe in the bunker?’ she asks you, almost running now.

‘Sure,’ you reply, out of breath from how fast you’re now having to move.

It’s only another ten minutes before you arrive at ‘the bunker’. The woman stops at a large, circular metal doorway built directly into the ground and kicks the handle so it starts to spin, until it stops abruptly with a loud clunk. Then she crouches down and wrenches it open, revealing a ladder descending into darkness.

‘Go on,’ she tells you urgently when you hesitate, so you step onto the ladder and move down into the blackness. When your feet hit the ground, there’s a little light emitting from a slightly ajar doorway, and you pull it open tentatively to reveal a large room which isn’t far from reminiscent of a circus ring. But it also looks like a bowling alley. And a Santa’s grotto. And…

‘We’ll be safe in here,’ the woman says, sounding a lot more relaxed now that you’re not out in the open. She crosses the space and flops down into an armchair next to a paddling pool, grabbing a drink from a mini fridge which sits next to the chair.

‘Come here, sit down,’ she calls over to you, and you obey. You’ve never been in a stranger, more random space. The woman sees you staring and smiles.

‘It’s a bit chaotic, but that’s sort of how we do things around here.’

You look back at her and nod, taking the drink that she offers you. ‘Thank you.’

‘So, you had questions?’ she asks, knocking back half of the drink in her hand in one go.

‘Yes,’ you say, and then realise that you can’t think of a single question you want to ask her.

‘It’s okay, I remember what I was like when I first found myself here. Take your time,’ she smiles. There’s a sadness behind her eyes which makes you a bit uneasy. She thinks you’ll be stuck here forever, like her.

‘Has anyone ever escaped from here?’

‘No, not that I know of. And believe me, there have been some pretty elaborate attempts,’ she tells you, gazing off into the middle distance as she seems to recall them. Panic rises in your chest all of a sudden, and you fight to push it down.

‘I have to find a way out,’ you tell her, and your voice must have sounded different because she looks back at you suddenly. Her eyes widen, and then soften, her mouth slightly open as she looks at you. You frown, but then realise that it’s probably your eyes. People tend to react strangely when they turn purple.

‘You never told me your name,’ the woman says gently.

‘Y/N,’ you tell her, and then realisation hits you in the chest as she smiles widely. She closes her eyes, and when she opens them again they’re the exact same shade that yours are.

‘Oh,’ you breathe.

‘Where’s your Loki?’ the Y/N variant asks you, and you can’t bring yourself to say that he’s dead. He might not be, yet, although it’s looking more and more likely that he’ll stay dead by the minute. Your lack of a response seems to speak for itself, and her face falls.

‘Oh, you poor love,’ she says, reaching across to hold your arm tightly. ‘I can’t imagine…’

‘That’s why I need to get out of here. I think I can bring him back,’ you tell her desperately, and she falters, frowning.

‘Bring… him back?’ she asks. And so you tell her everything, from the afternoon Thor had showed on Asgard during Loki’s play. By the end of your recount of your last few days she’s practically radiating sympathy.

‘I’ve never heard of a more stressful chain of events. How are you still on your feet?’ she asks you in awe.

‘I’m not,’ you say, gesturing at the chair you’re sat in.

‘You are! Maybe you can be Resilient Y/N,’ she muses, looking at you in interest.

‘What?’

‘Well, there are a few of us here. Y/N’s, I mean. And Loki’s, so we all have to have our own titles. You can imagine how confusing it would get, otherwise,’ she tells you.

‘There are Loki’s here too? And more of us?’

‘Of course. This place is riddled with us, the TVA can’t get rid of us fast enough,’ she smirks, seemingly pleased with this fact.

‘What’s your… title?’ you ask her.

‘I’m Classic Y/N,’ she scowls, pulling a face. ‘Me and my Loki variant are the oldest here, so we got lumped with the senior title.’

You head is spinning with all of this information, but at the same time you can’t get enough of it. It’s oddly exhilarating to know that there are so many different variants of you and Loki, here.

‘Are you hungry? You look famished,’ Classic Y/N tells you, standing up suddenly, and you suddenly realise that you can’t remember the last time you had anything to eat.

‘I’ll make you something up, don’t worry,’ she says, before you’ve even opened your mouth.

‘Tell me about you and your Loki,’ you say, and so she does. This variant of you had grown up on Asgard, with variants of your parents, and had been friends with her Loki variant from childhood.

When he disappeared and was later pronounced dead, and then alive but a mass murderer, she tells you how she used to enchant the guards and sneak down into the dungeons to speak with him every day, unable to believe that he was capable of what everyone was accusing him of.

Then he escaped and disappeared with Thor after their mother’s death, and was pronounced dead again, until he revealed to her that he was disguised as Odin. Here your timelines seem to align slightly, living a double life for a year on Asgard, until Thor showed up to expose Loki for who he really was.

She stayed on Asgard until Ragnarok, managed to escape first on the large refugee ship and then on a smaller one when Thanos attacked. They set up camp on Midgard, started to create ‘New Asgard’, and then the Snap happened, taking her as one of its victims.

Classic Y/N falters slightly as she tells you this part of the story. One minute turned to dust and the next waking up five years later having lost a chunk of your life.

‘Of course, being Asgardian helped slightly, because what’s five years out of five thousand, really? But it was still disconcerting. So much had changed.’

‘Just a few days after everyone returned, Loki arrived, in disguise of course. I was thrilled to see him, but then the TVA showed up. I wasn’t about to lose him again without a fight, so they took me too. We were both pruned almost immediately, and wound up here, found each other again, and that’s that.’

She deposits a bowl of something not bad smelling on your lap with a fork, and you barely stop to look at it before starting to devour it.

‘Whoa, easy. Don’t make yourself ill,’ she tells you, sitting back down, and you slow down marginally. Once you’re finished you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand and place the bowl down with a clatter.

‘Thank you,’ you say, feeling the indigestion coming on already and rubbing your chest, reaching for your drink.

‘It’s the least I could do,’ she smiles.

‘So, you got here and just gave up?’ you ask, disbelief evident in your voice.

‘No. We tried everyway possible to get out of here, and we couldn’t. Which is why I’m telling you with utter confidence that it can’t be done,’ Classic Y/N tells you gently, but firmly.

Before you have a chance to reply there’s a commotion from the ladder which you’d entered by, and you’re halfway to your feet when a man wearing a ridiculous yellow and green getup with comedic horns strides into the room, talking to Classic Y/N.

‘Ah, you’re back, we…’

The man stops as he sees you, but you’re looking past him at the figures which have followed him through the doorway. There’s a huge bald man with a large mallet wearing fur, a kid with black hair, green, gold and black gear with Loki’s horns, but smaller, and…

‘Loki?’ you ask, and four heads turn towards you. Your Loki, but not your Loki, TVA Loki, sees you and his eyes widen.

‘Y/N!’ you rush towards each other, but stop before you make contact, unsure of what it is you should be doing.

‘Are you okay? What happened?’ you ask him, and he nods.

‘I got pruned, but not before we found out that the Time Keepers are robots. They’re not real,’ he tells you, and you stare at him.

‘What?’

You suddenly become aware of four sets of thoughts, on top of your own, entering your mind, and quickly put a wall up around your mind, grabbing your forehead and wincing.

‘Oh, yeah, sorry, I should have mentioned. Always have that wall up when you’re here,’ Classic Y/N calls over to you.

‘Who’s that?’ Loki asks you, looking over your shoulder.

‘A variant of me,’ you reply, and he stares.

‘I’m sorry, but did I just hear you say that the Time Keepers are robots?’ the kid Loki asks him, and TVA Loki nods, looking down at him.

‘Yeah.’

The kid looks wide-eyed over at who you can only assume to be Classic Loki, in the stupid costume, who shrugs.

‘What difference does it make? We can’t get out of here to do anything about it,’ he says, sitting down next to Classic Y/N and picking up her hand. She smiles at him and you have to look away. That’s when you see the crocodile in the paddling pool. It’s wearing Loki horns.

You open your mouth and point, and Loki puts a hand on your shoulder to lower it again.

‘Don’t question it.’

You look back at him and can see your own confusion and fear reflected back at you in his eyes, and suddenly you’re so glad that he’s with you.

‘Sylvie?’ you remember suddenly. Loki shrugs, at a loss, letting his hand drop from your shoulder.

‘I didn’t see what happened. Renslayer pruned me and that would have left just her and Sylvie,’ he tells you.

Your conversation is interrupted by more voices entering the room, and when you see who they belong to you’re rendered speechless. First comes a tall woman with wavy black hair wearing fur and wielding another mallet, then a kid with long plaits which reach almost to her waist. Last is a guy who looks as though he’s in his late twenties with a huge scar across one side of his face.

More of you. Because they’re Y/N variants, you’re sure of it. Even the guy.

‘Whoa, who’re the new guys?’ Kid Y/N stops abruptly and points at you and Loki.

‘More variants. Resilient Y/N and Loki,’ Classic Y/N pipes up from the corner.

‘We – we aren’t from the same timeline,’ Loki counters, and for some reason it hurts that he’d felt the need to correct her.

‘What shall we call you, then?’ she asks him. Loki looks thoughtful for a minute.

‘How about Resourceful Loki? No, wait… Mischievous Loki? No…’

‘We had a Mischievous Loki,’ your variant with wavy black hair tells him, moving to sit down.

‘…had?’ Loki asks.

‘Alioth got him. And we’ll be saying the same about Mischievous Loki the Second if you try and get out of here like he did, so don’t bother,’ Kid Y/N says matter of factly. Kid Loki scowls at her.

‘Shut up. You weren’t even here when that happened.’

‘Neither were you, dimwit,’ she retorts, and Kid Loki flips her the bird. None of the adults in the room bat an eyelid, settling into chairs and cracking open drinks.

‘We need to get out of here,’ you mutter, turning to Loki.

‘Please, you two. Come and sit down,’ Classic Loki says, and Loki looks over at one of the sofas, and then back at you.

‘I could use a rest,’ he says.

‘And then we escape?’ you ask.

‘Yes,’ he replies.

You don’t look anyone in the face as you move and sit down with him on one of the vacant sofas, not wishing to see anymore sympathy in anyone’s eyes. You are getting out of this place, just like you got out of the TVA and Lamentis.

You have to.

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The Nexus Event (Loki x reader)

a/n: another 3am-er (these all seem to leap forth into existence in the middle of the night - I wonder why my muse hates me<3), but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless. i'm soo excited for the next few chapters, episode five was my favourite and i have a lot of ideas for it! happy reading<3

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Chapter 11 - Asgard

Loki drops the dagger and seizes your forearm instead, and together you lurch towards the orange doorway. Sylvie is already through it by the time you’re halfway there, and you think you feel the rush of pressure caused by the impact of the planet hitting the surface of the moon pushing you through the door.

You stumble through, almost losing your balance before righting yourself on the other side. Several chunks of moon and a large amount of dust follows you through the doorway, but then it closes over, and you’re back in the TVA.

It’s suddenly very quiet; the apocalypse had been loud. Loki releases your arm, and you look up to find yourself surrounded by at least thirty minutemen, and Renslayer. She regards the three of you coldly as minutemen move forward to strap those infernal collars back around your necks, and then grab you, two guards per variant, and escort you down a corridor.

Loki and Sylvie attempt to resist their guards; you stay compliant. Where is there to go? And you don’t have your magic anymore. Sylvie is suddenly led a different way to you and Loki, and when you turn to look at her you see her rage replaced with fear. You hadn’t noticed before now that you care about what might happen to her.

You turn another corner, and there stands Mobius. His face is unreadable.

‘Well?’ he asks Loki, walking alongside him as you continue down the corridor.

‘Well what?’ Loki spits.

‘I know you’ve got some quip you’re dyin’ to say,’ Mobius tells him.

‘I don’t have a quip. I’ve got nothing to say,’ Loki scowls.

‘Good. Put him in there; leave her with me,’ Mobius says, pointing first at Loki, then at you. Loki shoots you a look which almost seems like worry.

‘Oh look, isn’t that sweet,’ Mobius comments, his face still unreadable. Loki is dragged through a door into a time theatre and out of your sight, while you are released by the two minutemen who had been holding your arms and left to follow Mobius.

‘Don’t you think I’m a threat?’ you ask him, following him into yet another time theatre.

‘Do you have a weapon on you?’ he asks, as the doors close unprompted behind you.

‘No.’

‘Well then,’ he says, sitting down in the same chair as he had last time and gesturing for you to sit opposite him. You do.

‘So,’ he muses, looking at you thoughtfully. You just look back at him.

‘You wanna tell me what that Nexus Event was back there on Lamentis?’ he asks you. You haven’t even had time to think about what might have caused it. Your ears are still ringing from the sound of the planet making contact with the moon’s surface.

You open your mouth, and then close it again. What will he do after you’ve told him what happened? You’re still not entirely convinced that he’s not seconds away from simply pruning you and being done with it.

Mobius sighs.

‘Look, you can talk to me,’ he says, and the look on his face suggests that you can indeed trust him. So you tell him what happened, everything from falling into the tent, to watching the Ark be destroyed, to asking Loki to kill you.

‘Has a Loki variant ever killed a Y/N variant?’ you ask, genuinely curious.

‘No. Not that I can recall,’ Mobius tells you. You feel nothing except vague interest at the fact. He’s squinting at you.

‘What?’

‘Do you really hold such little value for your life?’

‘Well, now that I’m back here I’d rather stay alive so that I can try and get back to my Loki variant. But I thought that we were all going to die back there,’ you tell him.

‘Huh,’ he says simply, still watching you.

‘Oh, also, Sylvie said that all you TVA workers are actually former Midgardians and the TVA stole your memories to make you work here. You’re all variants,’ you tell him. It’s only right that he should know.

Mobius stares at you for a few seconds, and then laughs, shaking his head.

‘You’ve been through quite an ordeal, on top of everything else. I’m gonna send you somewhere to relax for a little bit while I go interrogate your friend over there,’ he says, standing up and jerking a finger over his shoulder towards where the other guards had taken Loki.

You don’t argue, standing up too and watching as Mobius fiddles with his TemPad, making a familiar looking doorway appear. This one is yellow.

‘Go ahead, I’ll be back for you in a bit,’ he tells you when you look apprehensive. So you walk forward, sticking your hand through the doorway first tentatively. Nothing happens, the air just feels cool on the other side.

You walk through, closing your eyes. And when you open them you almost fall to your knees, because you’re on Asgard. Your home, which doesn’t exist anymore. Reduced to cosmic waste by Surtur.

But you’re there, and you’re feeling again all of a sudden. You wish you wouldn’t, it hurts like hell. Stumbling forward, you grasp the smooth stone wall which makes up the bottom part of an archway leading out to open air and looks out over all of Asgard. The sight of it makes your heart ache painfully.

You’re in the palace, and you want to walk around, but when you try and venture further than about fifty feet you end up right back where you started. You don’t let it bother you, hoisting yourself up on to the ledge which joins the bottom of two archways and leaning back against the cold stone wall.

You lose track of time, sat looking out over your home. The Bifrost sits shimmering in the near distance, stretching out across the water glittering in the sun, all the way down to the Observatory; barely a speck on the horizon from where you’re sat.

Warriors train in the courtyard below you, but you’re too high up to recognise any of them. Further on, the streets hum with activity: bustling markets, children running and yelling as they play, horses bearing messengers weaving their way through the narrow streets.

To either side of the palace tall, herbaceous mountains stretch towards the sky, obscuring your view to your left and right. It’s okay though, because you only want to look forward.

It’s a while before you realise that your cheeks are wet with tears. When Mobius comes back, you’ll never get to see this again, so you concentrate hard on committing every single tiny little detail to memory. It seems ludicrous that you were only here in your timeline mere days ago. Surely several lifetimes have passed since then?

Eventually there comes a noise from behind you, and you turn to find Mobius and Loki stood behind you. Loki is feigning disinterest, but you can see that he’s shocked but pleased to find himself back home.

‘You okay?’ you ask him, swinging your legs around and dropping to the ground, only then realising how stiff your joints had become from sitting still against stone for so long. Loki nods mutely, looking at the view.

‘Now Loki, do you swear to me that Sylvie didn’t implant those memories in Hunter C-20?’ Mobius asks him seriously. You feel as though you have a lot of catching up to do.

‘No. I believe her,’ Loki says, turning his gaze to Mobius. He looks genuine, which is quite unsettling.

‘So I just have to trust the word of two Lokis?’ Mobius sighs.

‘How about the word of a friend?’ Loki asks. Mobius looks at him gratefully, then turns to you.

‘Are you in on this?’

‘What is it that we’re trying to achieve here?’ you frown.

‘Finding out the truth,’ Mobius says, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

‘I don’t suppose you can just give me some Infinity Stones and send me back to my timeline right now, can you?’ you ask him. Mobius stares at you.

‘Is that your plan?’

‘Yes. Can you offer me a better one?’

Mobius shakes his head slowly. ‘I can’t do that… and neither can you,’ he says.

‘Then I guess I’m in on your plan,’ you shrug, turning back to look at Asgard. You almost hear Loki and Mobius looking at each other behind your back, communicating silently.

‘Hey,’ Mobius says, and then he’s stood next to you.

‘I think the Nexus Event was caused by you giving up. Losing hope. Y/N variants don’t give up, and they don’t lose hope. Just like Loki variants, because there’s more of you out there, thousands of you. You’re not on your own, and it’s important that you see that.’

You stare down at your shoes, and there are sensations in your chest. You’d thought that the emotion you had felt looking out over Asgard would leave the second you turned away, but it’s still there. And there’s more, being brought into existence through Mobius’ words.

‘Thank you,’ you whisper.

‘I’m just telling you the truth.’

‘No. Thank you for letting me see my home one last time,’ you say, looking up at him earnestly. He looks back at you, and then smiles.

‘You’re welcome.’

Then he turns back to Loki, exhaling sharply.

‘We need to move fast,’ Mobius says. ‘Come on.’

You take a deep breath and drag your gaze away from the view. You need to look forward, not back.

The minute you step back through the yellow doorway to the TVA, you freeze in your tracks. Renslayer stands before you, behind four minutemen, who are armed.

‘I think you have something of mine,’ she says coldly, glaring at Mobius as the doorway closes behind you.

‘Yeah, I got all the way down here before I even realised I picked up yours,’ Mobius says, not missing a beat as he reaches into his jacket pocket. You don’t know what’s going on, but you know he’s good. But you can see that Renslayer is better.

Mobius hands a TemPad to one of the minutemen and steps back. Loki has a look of resignation on his face.

‘What’s going on?’ Mobius asks pleasantly, watching Renslayer. She says nothing.

‘What’s the problem, Ravonna?’ he asks again, this time with a slight waver in his voice. You’ve not once heard his voice waver yet, and you know the game is up.

‘You know where I’d go if I could go anywhere? Wherever it is I’m really from.’ Mobius tells her suddenly. Loki closes his eyes briefly.

‘Yeah, wherever I had a life before the TVA came along. Maybe I had a jet ski. That’s what I’d like to do. Just riding around on my jet ski.’

‘Prune him.’ Renslayer commands.

It happens so fast you’re not sure you believe your own eyes when it does. The minuteman closest to Mobius lunges forward and jabs him with the ignited end of his baton, and Mobius doubles over, suddenly outlined in a bright orange light. The outline fizzes quietly as it engulfs him, growing smaller and smaller. And then he’s just… gone.

Loki’s face is scarily still, almost as though it’s suddenly turned to stone. There’s nothing behind his eyes.

The minutemen move forward and grab you and Loki, shoving you towards the doors to the time theatre.

‘Wait for me at the elevator,’ Renslayer commands, standing very still.

You and Loki are taken to an elevator, and then the minutemen turn and stand silently, watching you, weapons clutched to their chests. Loki’s face is still blank; you almost don’t dare look at him fully in the face.

You stand in silence, contemplating what lies in store for you wherever this elevator is going to take you.

Did Mobius have a plan?

Loki doesn’t reply.

Loki.

Be quiet.

We need to work together if we want to stand any chance of getting out of here.

I thought you didn’t care about any of this.

I care that Mobius was just killed in front of me.

Loki closes his eyes, his nostrils flaring.

He didn’t tell me what his plan was. He didn’t get a chance.

Renslayer returns, Sylvie in tow. She’s soaked to the skin.

What happened?

Are you okay?

You and her think at the same time, and all three of you wince. Renslayer frowns, but then steps forward past you and the minutemen.

‘I’ve got them from here,’ she says, walking into the elevator. You, Loki and Sylvie follow her in, and the doors slide shut ominously slowly.

The silence that ensues inside the elevator is almost as loud as the apocalypse had been. Sylvie breaks it.

‘Do you remember me?’

Renslayer lets the question hang before she answers it.

‘I do.’

Sylvie is quiet.

‘What do you want to say to me, variant?’ Renslayer asks coldly.

‘What was my Nexus Event? Why did you bring me in?’

Renslayer scoffs cruelly. ‘Why does it matter?’

‘It was enough to take my life from me, lead me to all this. Must have been important.’ Sylvie says, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

‘So, what was it?’

You anticipate Renslayer’s answer before the words leave her mouth, and silently pray that she doesn’t say it. A horrible smile curls its way on to her face before she speaks.

‘I don’t remember.’

Sylvie’s hurt at her words hits you right in the chest, and it’s all you can do not to double over in pain. When it passes, you seriously think about attacking Renslayer, and can hear Loki thinking the same. It’s comforting to know that there’s something going on behind his vacant eyes.

The elevator stops moving and the doors slide open, green light fills the space and you walk out into a large stone chamber. Before you, three large alien type creatures sit on elevated seats, looking down on you. You guess who they are even before Renslayer speaks their names.

‘Gracious Time Keepers. As promised: the variants.’

The Time Keeper who sits in the middle, raised just slightly higher than the two sat either side of it, opens its mouth and speaks.

‘After all your struggle, at last, you’ve arrived before us. What do you have to say for yourselves before you meet your end, variants?’

‘Is that the only reason you brought us here? To kill us? I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been killed, so go ahead. Do your worst.’ Loki shouts up at it.

‘You and your bravado are no threat to us, variant,’ the Time Keeper says calmly. Sylvie is practically vibrating with rage, stood coiled like a spring at your side.

‘Oh, no. I don’t think you believe that,’ she says, taking a step forward. Her form glitches, and then she’s stood back next to you. She doesn’t even bat an eyelid, but you look back at Renslayer, who looks nervous, but adjusts her features as you turn.

‘I think you’re scared,’ Sylvie finishes.

‘No, variant. You’re nothing but a cosmic disappointment,’ the Time Keeper tells her, and for some reason that makes a smile spread wide across your face.

‘Delete them!’ another Time Keeper demands, and you turn around to see Renslayer take a step towards you… and glitch. The elevator doors slide open and Hunter B-15 appears, throwing Sylvie a short sword as she steps into the room. The collars drop from around your necks even as you turn back to the Time Keepers. They look strangely calm.

You don’t question B-15’s abrupt change in loyalties, focusing on the minuteman that is charging towards you instead. Loki is locked in combat next to you, both of you narrowly avoiding being pruned every other second.

After a violent tussle with your minuteman you manage to swipe his legs out from underneath him and snatch his baton from him, pruning him instantly.

Right as you watch his face disappear, your feel something jab you in the small of the back, and that area of your body goes very hot and then very cold.

Time slows down. You look up at Loki, who meets your gaze, and then you watch his mouth say your name, but hear nothing. His eyes are animated now – there’s fear in them. You’re overcome with the strangest sensation, almost like you’re being slowly lowered into a warm bath.

And then everything turns black.

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The Nexus Event (Loki x reader)

a/n: pls reblog. that is all.

t/w: mentions of depression and suicide (kinda)

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Chapter 10 - Escaping Lamentis

‘You know, I don’t think I’ve ever walked this much in my life.’

‘That’s a pretty good life.’

‘Well, you’re lucky you missed it.’

You’re walking a few paces behind Loki and Sylvie, and Loki’s comment makes your breath hitch. They carry on talking, but your mind drifts, as it’s been doing an awful lot these past few hours (days? weeks?) back to 2018. Two thousand and nineteen years in the future from now, Lamentis, Thor is mourning for his dead brother, and probably wondering what on Asgard had happened to you.

Twisting the ring Loki had given you round and round on your finger, you wonder for the thousandth time if it’s possible to go and get him back. You’re going to try it, that you’ve decided, but you just don’t know if it’s actually possible.

Surely though. If you, by some miracle, can first get back to the TVA, then steal the remaining Infinity Stones needed to make Thanos’ gauntlet work…

If it can eradicate half the universe (and you’re willing to bet that it could – Thanos had bet his life on it), then surely it can bring one man back? You close your eyes and try to remember, again, which of the stones Thanos already has. It had been purple, you’re sure of it. The Power stone. And the Tesseract; you weren’t about to forgot that one in a hurry.

Which leaves you with green, yellow, red and orange. Time, Mind, Reality and Soul. Paperweights in Casey’s drawer. With the power to bring back the other half of your soul.

It’s a long shot, the longest ever. But you can’t not try, because what’s the alternative? Dying here, or returning to the TVA, consigned to eternity with a faded replica of your Loki, and one who doesn’t even seem to like you at that.

‘Y/N!’

Your head jerks up, and you find Loki and Sylvie have stopped, and are both staring at you. The city, and the Ark, lies not far behind them. You hadn’t realised you’d gotten so close.

‘What?’

‘Didn’t you hear that? The TVA workers weren’t created by the Time Keepers! They used to be regular Midgardians, variants like us,’ Loki tells you urgently, before trailing off and looking thoughtful. A meteor, quite a big one this time, explodes against the ground not far from you, and you jump, looking up at the sky.

The planet is making steady progress towards you, blocking out the sky with its immensity. You hadn’t noticed before, but it really is quite beautiful.

Suddenly there’s a low rumble from the city, and a faint voice projected through speakers reaches you across the sparse area from the city.

‘Ten minutes until launch, final boarding call.’

‘That’s our ride,’ Sylvie says, starting forward and breaking into a jog. You and Loki follow, and by the time you’ve reached the outskirts of the city you’re out of breath.

‘Right,’ Sylvie says, spinning around. ‘Do we trust each other?’

‘We do, and you can,’ Loki says earnestly. You look at him sceptically.

‘Read my mind,’ he challenges, but Sylvie is already jogging into the chaos that is the city before you.

‘No time!’ she calls over her shoulder, and you and Loki are left to follow her again.

The city has descended into absolute anarchy. Angry citizens outnumber the guards fifty to one, and lawlessness is reigning. Fires are breaking out left, right and centre, windows are being smashed, buildings looted, and over it all the Ark looms dark and ominous, casting a huge shadow over the chaos.

The power of its engine shakes the floor, almost reminiscent of an earthquake, riling the people who are about to be left behind up even more, taunting them.

‘Five minutes until launch,’ the voice over the speakers.

You struggle to follow Loki through the carnage, people jostling and shoving you as you force your way past them, your heart aching with sympathy for them. But it’s done, you already know what their fate will be.

‘Remain calm. We are now at capacity. Please return to your homes. Stand back!’ Guards are shouting at civilians everywhere you turn, with little to no effect. The crowd only panics more at this, and the shoving becomes more violent.

‘Let us on! Let us on! Let us on!’

You look to your left and spot three figures huddled in an alleyway against the side of a building. Covered in dirty rags and blankets, a young woman holds two small children close to her, shaking with cold or fear.

A hand grabs your arm and yanks you forward; you find yourself chest to chest with Loki as he scans the crowd for Sylvie.

‘They’re going to let these people die,’ you say quietly, so quietly you’re not sure if he even hears you. A second later he’s teleported you both to Sylvie, who has found a deserted back alley to take refuge in.

‘We have to get on and make sure it takes off,’ Sylvie says urgently, seeming unperturbed by your sudden appearance from nowhere.

‘How?’ Loki asks.

‘No, no,’ you interrupt as Sylvie opens her mouth to reply. Loki looks at you in warning, and that’s enough to tip Sylvie off. She glares at you both.

‘It’ll be impossible to get on board now, it’s too heavily guarded. Our best bet is to try and charge the TemPad. How long do you think it will take?’ you ask, directing the question at Sylvie.

‘I – how dare you,’ she stutters.

‘No time! Answer me,’ you demand, snatching the TemPad out of Loki’s hands as he makes it appear and holding on to it for dear life.

‘I don’t know, twenty minutes? We only need enough juice to get us back to the TVA…’

‘Right, good. Come on,’ you say, and turn to face the crowd again. It’s become more of a mob than a crowd in the minute you’d turned away.

‘Wait. Let’s go around,’ Loki says, looking back down the alleyway. You hesitate, but then resign yourself to the fact that it might actually be a good idea.

‘Let’s go.’

The next few minutes are a blur. All you know is that you have to keep moving forward, holding on to the TemPad, following Loki, putting one foot in front of the other.

Despite taking the less crowded route, there are still people to push aside, guards to overcome and meteors, now the size of small houses, to avoid. One explodes into a building so close to the back of your head that you involuntarily teleport ten feet forward, almost losing Loki and Sylvie in the process.

By the time you make it to the back of the power source you’re all drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. There are still guards after you, but Loki projects an invisible force field to keep them away. The noise of the ruined city dulls, and you allow yourself a split second of relief.

‘Okay, give it here,’ Sylvie demands, holding her hand out for the TemPad. On instinct you clutch it tight to your chest, looking over at Loki.

‘I won’t let her ger away,’ he tells you, seeing you falter. You choose to believe him. They could both betray you and leave you here to die, but you’re so exhausted and you can’t think of anything else to do in the moment. You certainly don’t know how to charge the damned thing.

Sylvie snatches the TemPad from you before you’ve even fully extended your arm and turns to the gigantic power source, fiddling with a panel and pulling some wires from behind it. They make a faint hissing sound and then something pops, making her draw her hand back sharply with an exclamation of pain.

You watch her hands, your eyes never straying from the TemPad as you rock on the balls of your feet. More and more guards gather around Loki’s shield, and you’re willing Sylvie on silently, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

‘Shut up!’ she yells, and you apologise in your mind, trying to turn your thoughts off. It’s impossible.

After what feels like an eternity, there’s a tinny beeping sound, and Sylvie gives a cry of triumph. You see the screen of the TemPad light up, and something like glee floods your chest, insubstantial in the gaping chasm which sits there now, but it’s there nonetheless.

Then the meteor smashes into the side of the Ark and everything goes very hot and very white all of a sudden. A loud rushing noise fills your ears and you’re flying, until suddenly you’re not, and then every bone in your body is wracked with immense pain.

Your mind is blank with shock. Even as your vision returns and the pain starts to fade, you can’t comprehend what has happened. You groan with pain as you push yourself up on to your elbows and see the smoking wreck that was seconds previously every person’s on this moon only hope of survival.

It’s so quiet.

The power source is mostly gone, and with it, your ticket out of here. You roll on to all fours and force yourself to your feet, looking around for Loki and Sylvie. Loki is sitting up, white as a sheet and staring. Sylvie lies unconscious several feet away. The TemPad is gone, you know without having to look around for it.

That all-consuming empty feeling has returned to your chest as you look up at the inbound planet in the sky which is soon to become one with the moon you are stood on.

You walk over to Sylvie and crouch next to her, feeling for a pulse. There is one, which should allow you to feel relief, but none comes.

When you look around to tell Loki, you see him walking away.

‘Loki,’ you try and shout, but all that comes out is a quiet croak.

‘Sylvie,’ you mutter instead, clearing your throat and trying again, shaking her shoulders. ‘Sylvie.’

Her eyelids slowly crack open, and you watch as she regains consciousness, and then as realisation sets in, spreading across her features as shock. She struggles to her feet slowly, and you stand side by side watching the city burn. The shouting has returned now, louder this time.

‘Where is he?’ she asks you after a few minutes, her voice hoarse, and you point in the direction Loki had gone. She limps off after him. You stand and watch the city burn for a few moments more, listening to the cries of the people within and trying so hard to feel.

But nothing.

A week ago this would have torn you up inside, you would have been doing everything in your power to help the injured and dying, there would have been tears on your cheeks and an ache in your chest. You missed the Y/N you had been a week ago. This new one scares you.

You turn and walk after Sylvie. She follows footprints down a steep path into what looks like a crater so large you can barely see the other side. The noise of the burning city fades, but far from experiencing silence you hear a deep, deep rumbling noise. It’s the sound of the apocalypse.

Loki is sat on a rock before a vast lake, and when you finally reach him Sylvie lies down on the floor in front of the rock with a sigh of pain, looking up to the sky. You sit gently on the rock next to Loki, not close enough to touch, but close enough. He’s watching the planet move towards the three of you.

Sylvie starts talking about Asgard as she remembers it, and you let her, because it makes her feel better. You want to look at Loki, remember his face and hold it in your thoughts as you die, but it’s not him, it’s not him. So you close your eyes and think of your Loki instead, holding your engagement ring so tight that the shape of the stone is embedded into your palm.

Something shifts in the air, and when you look up there are meteors so large that they could almost be moons in their own right hurtling towards the surface of the moon that you currently sit on. Sylvie sits up, having finished her little monologue.

‘Not long now,’ she murmurs, standing up, not knowing what to do with herself. You shift closer to Loki and pat the space on the rock beside you; she sits. And there you are, watching the apocalypse, sat between two Loki’s, neither of which are the Loki you would want to experience this with.

‘Any last bright ideas?’ Sylvie asks Loki, leaning forward to look at him. He just shakes his head slowly, mutely.

‘You?’ Sylvie asks you.

‘Unless either of you can think of a way to trigger a Nexus Event in the face of an apocalypse, no,’ you say, watching the planet hurtle towards you with absolutely no emotion in your chest. You’re all so small.

Then you get an idea.

‘Do you think a Loki variant has ever killed a Y/N variant?’

Loki and Sylvie both turn to look at you as you produce the dagger you’d taken hours earlier from that locker at the TVA.

‘What?’

You push the dagger into Loki’s hands and stand up. ‘Isn’t it worth a try?’

Loki stands up after you, slowly, even though he’s running out of time. Him and Sylvie. Your time ran out when you watched your Loki have the life squeezed out of him.

‘Mobius said some Y/N and Loki variants are each other’s worst enemy,’ Loki reminds you. You can’t find it in you to care. Loki looks lost.

‘He said there are thousands of them.’

‘Just do it,’ you tell him, putting your hands over his and guiding the dagger to rest, point down, on your chest. Your armour is so torn and dirtied and scuffed that you’re shocked that it hasn’t fallen apart already. Your Loki’s dried blood covers the sleeves and lower torso; you imagine a fair amount of it is Thanos’ blood too.

‘What about getting back to your timeline?’ he asks you, and you hear Sylvie think that if he doesn’t hurry up she’ll finish the job for him.

Don’t.

You’re glad that his face will be the last thing you’ll ever see. Even if it’s not exactly his face.

The planet collides with the moon with a resounding, soul-shaking noise which you can’t even begin to describe. It fills the very air around you, vibrating every particle of your being, reaching even the air in your lungs. You should be terrified, but there’s nothing, just emptiness, which gives you the strength to look back to Loki.

‘Just do it,’ you repeat, pressing yourself gently into the dagger. You feel the tip of it pierce through your barely-there armour and puncture your skin; the pain comes almost as a relief.

I can’t.

Please. It’s your only chance of survival. There’s nothing left for me.

You truly believe the words as you say them; you’re done. If you can save Loki and Sylvie by dying a few seconds earlier than you would have anyway, then why not.

‘For the love of Odin, give it here, I’ll do it,’ Sylvie snaps, reaching for the dagger urgently, but then something happens out of the corner of your eye.

An orange door appears.

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Chapter 9 - The TemPad

You walk for what seems like hours. It may well be hours; you have lost all concept of time since you arrived at the TVA. None of the three of you speak while you walk, each of you retreating into your own minds while it’s not necessary to be inside one another’s.

You think about the old lady whom you’d just left to die, doomed to be obliterated along with the rest of the moon. You think about Asgard, and its own obliteration. You think about Loki. Your Loki.

Finally the train station comes into view, and Sylvie’s voice is croaky with disuse when she uses it to alert you and Loki to its imminence.

‘There. Look,’ she says, before clearing her throat loudly. You and Loki look in the direction in which she’d pointed, and your pace quickens. That train can’t be allowed to leave without you on it.

When you arrive at the back of the queue, the air is simmering with tension. The raised voices of citizens and guards mingle as they clamour to be heard over one another. You suspect it won’t be long before a fight breaks out.

A wealthy looking couple are being escorted along the platform by a guard, and produce a ticket to show the guard overseeing the entrance on to the train.

‘They’re only giving out tickets to the wealthy!’ a loud voice proclaims, and there’s a surge at the front of the queue as people push to be let on board.

‘This looks fun,’ Sylvie remarks.

‘Come on,’ Loki says, beckoning the two of you to follow him towards the front of the queue.

‘We can’t fight our way on. There’s too many of them,’ Sylvie mutters as you walk past more guards. ‘I have a plan.’

‘I thought all of your plans involved fighting,’ Loki says, cocking an eyebrow.

‘Not this one. I’m going to enchant a guard and have us lead him through the crowd,’ Sylvie tells him firmly.

‘Or we could just…’ you let your sentence trail to nothing as you turn invisible.

‘What?’ Loki frowns at you, clearly still very able to see you. You look down at your torso, and then back up at him, confused.

‘Turn… didn’t you see?’ you ask in annoyance.

‘Oh, she’s invisible. We can still see you, idiot. Don’t forget about the Loki – Y/N connection,’ she says, making quotation marks in the air around the word ‘connection’ and rolling her eyes. You keep forgetting that Sylvie is as much of a Loki as Loki is. Not that you would tell her that to her face, of course.

‘That’s beside the point. Instead of arousing suspicion, let’s just hop on board like this,’ you say, holding your arms out.

‘No. I have a better plan,’ Loki says, and in a blink he’s wearing the same uniform as the guards. ‘How do I look?’

‘Like someone with a shit plan,’ Sylvie informs him. You sigh.

‘You do what you like. I’m the one who has this,’ you remind them, making the TemPad appear in your palm again. Sylvie grabs for it, but you’ve already teleported on to the train.

Instead of using the space to cram in as many refugees as they possibly can, they’ve made it into a high class dining area, with booths. Disgust towards the guards fills you, lacking as you are of any clear leader who is responsible for this to pin the blame on.

In another world you would be outside, invisible, cloning tickets for every single refugee until you collapsed from exhaustion. But what was the point? Sylvie had said it herself, no one makes it out of here alive.

You spy an empty booth and sit down in it, still invisible, your aching legs and feet singing praise for you as you do so. You people watch for a few minutes, and then the train jerks forward and slowly starts to move. Loki and Sylvie are nowhere to be seen, and you almost start to panic, until they emerge through the door ahead of you, Loki shoving Sylvie in front of him. He’s clearly enjoying his little power trip.

You scoot around to make room for them as they sit down.

‘That wasn’t even a plan,’ hisses Sylvie before she’s even made contact with the chair. ‘Plans have multiple steps; dressing as a guard and getting on a train is just doing a thing.’

‘Why didn’t you just teleport?’ you ask in confusion.

‘Well because I had to prove a point after you disappeared didn’t I?’ Loki scowls.

‘Right,’ you scoff, looking out of the window. You’re moving along quickly now, the barren landscape outside the window blurring as you fly along the tracks. Sylvie yawns.

‘Bit tired are you? Feel free to, you know, get some rest,’ Loki tells her pleasantly.

‘I can’t sleep in a place like this,’ she says.

‘You can’t sleep on a train?’

‘No. I can’t sleep around untrustworthy people,’ she snaps.

‘You can sleep, I won’t betray you and I’ll make sure he doesn’t,’ you tell her plainly.

‘Yeah, right. No thanks,’ she scorns you, turning away.

‘Read my mind. I think you can help us get out of here and I need to get back to the TVA to get back to my timeline,’ you say. She turns to look you in the face, and goes into your mind, rooting around a bit more than you’re comfortable with. But you sit it out.

When she’s satisfied, she pulls off her cloak and fiercely bundles it into a makeshift pillow.

‘If you betray me I will kill both of you,’ she says, clearly stifling another yawn. Loki holds his hands up and you nod, and she moves over to the next booth, disappearing as she lies down. You hear her mind go quiet almost instantly.

‘So, are we betraying her?’ Loki asks you immediately.

‘No,’ you tell him sternly. He just looks at you.

‘What’s your plan? You still want to get back to your timeline?’

‘I – of course I do. They’ve got Infinity Stones lying around everywhere back at the TVA, you saw them. If I can get my hands on some of them, and get them back to my timeline, I can bring him back,’ you say with a lot more confidence than you feel in your heart as you speak.

‘And you really think that’s going to work, do you?’ Loki asks you, his voice filled with something almost like sympathy.

‘It might not. But what else have I got to do?’

‘You could help me,’ Loki suggests.

‘I’ll tell you what, if my plan doesn’t work and I don’t die trying, I’ll commit another ‘crime’ against the sacred timeline and come back to help you,’ you tell him.

‘It doesn’t sound as though there’s much of a sacred timeline left, after what she did to it,’ Loki says, gesturing towards the direction where Sylvie had disappeared.

‘I’m sure the TVA are clearing up her mess as we speak,’ you reply, thinking of Mobius. A twinge of regret tugs at your heart.

‘Her ‘mess’? Don’t tell me you’re on their side now,’ Loki asks you, sounding genuinely concerned for a second.

‘No, of course not,’ you retaliate in a tone slightly harsher than you’d been intending.

‘Good,’ Loki says, and you try not to feel pleased about it.

‘What about you?’ you ask him after a few minutes of contemplative silence.

‘What?’

‘What’s your plan?’

He sighs. ‘To have an audience with the Time Keepers. I would have thought that was fairly obvious at this point.’

‘Yes, but… what then? Don’t you want to get back to your timeline?’

He laughs aloud at that, and you shush him, glancing around at the people in the other booths who had looked over at you.

‘No. I don’t,’ he smiles, before turning to greet the approaching waitress.

‘Champagne?’ she offers.

‘Ah yes, thank you very much,’ Loki accepts, plucking a glass from the try which she offers to him.

‘I’m okay,’ you decline, as she holds the tray out towards you.

‘Oh, I’ll take hers. Thank you,’ Loki intervenes before she can take the tray away. She leaves, and Loki holds both glasses up, smiling at you.

‘Cheers,’ he says, before downing one of the glasses in one go. He looks so like your Loki when he smiles like that that it physically hurts to look at him. You feel suddenly as though you can’t breathe; your heart contracting violently, and you press your face into your hands.

‘You okay?’ Loki asks, that stupid, familiar tone of concern in his voice again.

‘Stop being nice to me,’ you say through gritted teeth.

‘I’m not, I just need you to give me the TemPad if you’re going to die,’ he tells you, and this time it’s you that laughs.

‘We’re about to try and hijack the power source to a civilisation’s only hope, we should probably follow her lead,’ you say, nodding towards Sylvie and removing your hands from your eyes and avoiding looking at Loki directly in the face in case it sends you into cardiac arrest again. Your stupid, treacherous heart. You wished you could turn it off.

‘Okay,’ Loki says, downing the other glass of champagne. You take off your cape (or, what remains of it) and scrunch it into a makeshift pillow as Sylvie had done.

‘Don’t get drunk,’ you tell him, before lying down and closing your eyes. ‘And don’t think about trying to find the TemPad. I sleep light and there’s a dagger in my belt.’

Loki gives a low chuckle, and you hear the booth creak a little as he stands up.

‘I wouldn’t dare.’

…

Someone grabs your shoulder roughly, and you sit bolt upright, unsheathing your dagger.

‘Your boyfriend is drunk,’ Sylvie tells you, knocking your dagger away from where it has come to rest at the base of her throat. You blink a few times, struggling to ascertain if you’re dreaming, and catch sight of Loki dancing and singing at the bar.

It hits you in the chest again, and you furiously blink away tears as Sylvie stares at you.

Loki, come here.

Noo.

Come here now.

I don’t want to.

You sigh, getting to your feet and stretching as Sylvie sits down.

‘How long did we sleep for?’ you ask her.

‘I don’t know, but this goon woke me up with his warbling,’ she scowls.

I do not warble.

You do.

You walk over to Loki and glare at him.

‘I told you not to get drunk.’

‘I’m not drunk, I’m just full. But bear in mind, I’m very full,’ he tells you, his voice slurring. You look back over to Sylvie, who is watching one of the guards at the door, talking to a civilian who is pointing at Loki. She shoots you a worried glance. Loki is still talking to you.

‘Now, I need you to try this, it pairs very well with the Figgy Port. Who’s got the Figgy Port? …you’ll just have to take my word on the Figgy Port.’

‘Where’s your uniform?’ you hiss.

‘Nobody cares! It’s the end of the world,’ he tells you, flinging his arms out. There’s a guard walking slowly up to you behind Loki.

‘Okay, stay cool. It’s going to be fine,’ you mutter, for your benefit more than Loki’s.

‘Huh?’ Loki says, and then the guard is tapping him on the arm.

‘Sir, can I see your tickets?’

Loki turns around.

‘Ah, you again. Hello. Um, tickets. Yes, of course, here they are,’ he stalls, patting his pockets.

Where are our tickets?

We don’t have tickets, Loki.

What?

The guard grabs his arm, and Loki looks up, severely affronted.

‘Hey!’

He shoves the guard, who shoves him back, another guard making a beeline for you. It’s not ideal, but you have been waiting for a reason to use your magic properly since the TVA had denied you its use. You draw your dagger too, for good measure.

What, we’re going to fight every guard on this train? Sylvie’s voice fills your mind, and you choose to ignore her, for now. What other choice do you have?

Loki punches his guard in the face right as you send yours flying in a rush of purple, and all hell breaks loose. Passengers fight to get out of the carriage while more guards try to get in, which gives you precious seconds, seconds in which you’re getting closer to the Ark.

Sylvie whirls past you in a blur of green and daggers, and as you send another guard flying Loki sends one through a window.

Unnecessary.

I disagree.

One guard gets Sylvie in a headlock and wrestles her backwards until they’re pressed against the wall. Loki sees this and takes careful aim, successfully launching a dagger into the wall right beside her head.

‘Awful throw,’ she tells him, before managing to break free from the guard herself and sending him reeling towards the ground. You pay for your split second of ignorance; a guard appears from out of nowhere beside you and lifts you off of your feet. Before you can so much as scream he throws you through the broken window, out of which Loki had seconds previously launched a guard.

Your magic surrounds you as you fall, but you still have the wind knocked out of you as you hit the floor, rolling a few times for good measure. You sit up just in time to see Sylvie fly from the train, which is now about a hundred metres from you, and then Loki is projected from the window too.

You stand and teleport to Sylvie.

‘You okay?’ you ask her, and she grabs your leg.

‘The Tempad, is it alright?’

You’d completely forgotten about the TemPad, and when you try to summon it, it isn’t there. You look down at Sylvie in horror, before turning to Loki, who is struggling to his feet about fifty metres away.

You teleport to him and shove him so hard that he almost falls back to the ground.

‘Where is it?’ you snarl. It’s your own fault for trusting him.

‘Calm down, it’s right here,’ Loki tells you, right as Sylvie arrives at your side.

And he holds the broken TemPad out before you. You and Sylvie stare at it as it splits into two, and then dissolves into nothing before your eyes.

There is a moment of shocked silence, broken only by the intermittent sound of meteors hitting the ground around you, and the rapidly receding noise of the train you’d just been thrown from.

‘Well, I did take quite the tumble,’ Loki defends himself with a shrug, as though he hasn’t just potentially killed you all. He doesn’t care. A further reminder that this isn’t the old Loki. Your Loki.

‘You asshole. You’ve killed us,’ Sylvie hisses, her voice shaking with rage. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and look up at the huge planet in the sky which is about to obliterate you. For the first time since you arrived here, panic, real panic, rises in your chest.

‘Maybe we can fix it, okay? Um…’ Loki says, looking around as though for inspiration. You look back at him with something like disgust. He meets your gaze and frowns.

‘You’re not a serious man,’ Sylvie snarls.

‘You’re right. I’m a god,’ Loki snaps back, his gaze moving to her instead. You take a small step back, your heartbeat suddenly very loud in your ears.

‘You’re a clown. You got drunk on the train,’ Sylvie retorts, gesturing at the now long-gone train.

‘I’m hedonistic, that’s what I do,’ Loki tells her. You don’t hear her reply, you’ve turned and are walking quickly away.

It doesn’t matter if you lose them; nothing matters anymore. Any one of you could be hit and killed by a meteor at any point, and if by some miracle you’re not, you’ll all be killed by the planet which is soon to become one with the moon that you’re currently stood on.

You don’t try and stop the scream of panic and rage which tears its way from your chest. The scream is accompanied by an unintentional burst of your magic from your hands; a sudden visible force which causes the sand around you to fly into the air.

The noise you create is quickly taken by the wind which howls past you and whips your hair up around your head and face. A meteor hits the ground not forty feet away from you with an explosive whoomph, but you hardly even notice it.

Instead of walking until you get hit by a meteor or squashed by a planet, you choose to sit on a nearby rock, burying your head in your hands. This was not what you had planned to happen.

About thirty seconds pass, in which you fight to keep the hot tears which have risen to your eyes behind your tightly shut eyelids. Then you hear footsteps behind you, and someone sits down next to you.

‘Did the, uh… scream make you feel better?’ Loki asks you. You put the wall back up. Your mask back on. You can’t let him see past it.

‘Yes, it did,’ you say, lifting your head from your hands and looking directly at him. It almost hurts. ‘You should try it sometime.’

Loki looks back at you for a second, taking in your probably red-rimmed eyes, and then looks back down at his hands.

‘What now?’

For the first time, he sounds almost genuine. Not sarcastic, not trying to impress someone.

‘I don’t know. You broke the TemPad,’ you reply dully.

‘Well…’

‘And that planet is about to crash into us,’ you add, looking up at the sky. Loki follows your gaze.

‘Mm,’ he says, noncommittally.

You can’t even find it in you to be angry with him. He looks over to where Sylvie is still stood, trying to gather the remains the TemPad from the sand. Then he turns back to you.

‘You didn’t seriously think I’d let our only chance of my… our survival just break, did you?’ he asks you quietly. You look at him quickly. There’s a glimmer in his eye.

In his hands sits the TemPad, still out of charge, but fully functional and seemingly undamaged. He’s holding it so that his body shields it from Sylvie’s sight. Your mouth opens, and then closes again.

‘How… why?’ you finally manage, reaching out to touch the TemPad gingerly. It’s real.

‘She’s willing to kill either of us to get her hands on this. I’d rather that didn’t happen,’ Loki tells you, making it disappear again. You quickly remove your hand from over his, blinking hard. This time they’re tears of relief.

‘Look at me,’ he says. You do as he says, your mouth very dry all of a sudden.

‘We’re going to get out of here. Okay?’

You want to believe him, you really do.

‘You don’t know that, do you?’ you reply.

‘Where’s the girl that was ready to ‘die trying’ that I met on the train?’ he asks you. You fight back a smile.

‘I told you to stop being nice to me,’ you respond, standing up as Sylvie walks towards you.

‘We need to get to the Ark,’ she says, walking to you and then straight past you.

‘I thought you said that the Ark gets destroyed?’ Loki asks.

‘Yeah, well. The Ark never had us on it,’ she tells him.

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Chapter 8 - Lamentis

You stagger to a halt on the other side of the doorway, which closes almost instantly behind you. Loki drops your arm and spins around to check that it’s closed, before looking both ways down the corridor. You realise that you’re back in the TVA, and curse under your breath.

Your head is spinning. The Loki variant is a woman. She’d just bombed the sacred timeline. Loki cares about you; he’d brought you with him. You think about saying something about this fact, before quickly deciding against it.

Loki breaks into one of the lockers which line the wall behind you and produces two daggers, before starting up the corridor without so much as a glance in your direction. You quickly follow suit, taking only one dagger for yourself before hurrying after Loki, cursing the TVA and the way you can’t use magic within the confines of its walls.

The sounds of a commotion echo down the corridor towards you, but instead of slowing down Loki’s pace quickens. When you round the next corner the variant is there, surrounded by about five minutemen, all unconscious on the floor.

Loki clears his throat, and she looks up, annoyed.

‘Few questions,’ Loki says, pointing his daggers at her.

‘Have you got nothing better to do?’ the variant scowls, pointing her own weapon towards him. It looks like a short sword.

‘Rude,’ Loki replies. ‘Are you sure you’re a Loki?’

‘You’re in my way,’ the variant says, her tone low.

‘You are my way,’ Loki retaliates, and she flies at him. You decide to stick to the side lines, for now at least. Loki can handle himself. Herself. Whatever.

‘I thought perhaps we could work together,’ Loki grunts, in between dodging blows from his variant. ‘But now I see you lack vision.’

The variant yells and takes a wild swing at him, which he barely dodges. You wait, poised, ready to jump in if something goes wrong.

‘So either you come willingly, or you won’t. Either way, that’s how we get to the Time Keepers,’ Loki pants in between blows. We, you think to yourself.

‘Oh God, shut up!’ the variant yells, finally managing to shove Loki away from her.

‘Hey!’ a voice shouts from behind you, and you spin around to see Renslayer and two minutemen stood behind you, weapons at the ready. You stagger backwards towards Loki and the variant, who abruptly grabs Loki by the collar and yanks him back towards her, resting her short sword across his chest.

‘Come any closer and I’ll kill him,’ she threatens.

‘Go for it,’ Renslayer shrugs.

You lunge for the variant, right as Loki grabs something from her other hand. She screams in frustration, and then all three of you are falling, a tangle of limbs and daggers and short swords. Not a good combination. You land hard, the breath knocked out of you.

You’re in an unfamiliar space this time, in what looks like a bedroom inside a large tent. You’d landed on a mattress surrounded by personal belongings and clothes which looked like they’d been cast aside in a rush.

The variant throws herself across your legs, reaching for something on the floor, but Loki grabs her legs and pulls her backwards. They grapple for a moment, and you summon the object to your hand, if only to use your magic again.

It’s a TemPad. And it’s dead.

‘Give it to me,’ the variant demands, getting to her feet and holding out her hand. Loki stands up too, slower, watching you.

‘It’s dead,’ you tell them. The variant’s face drops, confusion and fear visible for just a moment before anger takes precedence over her features once more.

‘You don’t know how to charge it. Give it to me,’ she demands again, still holding her hand out.

‘No, but I do,’ Loki says, moving to stand at your side. He holds out his hand for the TemPad, looking you in the eyes. You close your hand around it and make it disappear. He cocks an eyebrow.

‘You don’t trust me?’

‘Of course not,’ you tell him.

All of a sudden, something small crashes through the roof, and you duck instinctively. When you look up again, Loki is glaring at the variant.

‘Is that one of your powers?’

‘Where did you send us?’ is her only response, before she turns and pushes her way through the tent flaps, outside. You follow her, Loki close on your heels. Outside, your whole face goes slack with shock. You’re not in the TVA anymore.

The landscape around you closely resembles that of a moon, and the air is tinged with an ominous purple light. Small explosions rock the ground around you at various intervals, and it doesn’t take you long to discover where they’re coming from. When you turn and look over the top of the tent you’d just exited, you see the planet. You’re not an expert, but it looks like it’s far too close for it to be safe. And should it be projecting small meteors like that?

‘You idiot! This is Lamentis one,’ the variant shouts at Loki.

‘I don’t know what that means,’ Loki yells back, not in anger, but merely to be heard over the explosions which are happening all around the three of you.

‘The moon that planet is about to crash into and destroy! Of all of the apocalypses saved on that TemPad, this is the worst,’ the variant tells him angrily. ‘No one makes it off of here.’

You hear her saying the words, but they don’t seem to be registering with your brain. This can’t be right. Surely this isn’t happening. But after everything you’ve seen over the past few days, you’re inclined to believe that it is.

‘Watch out!’ she suddenly yells, yanking you out of the way of an approaching meteor, which strikes the ground where you’d been stood seconds previously. And then you’re running.

‘I can look after myself,’ you yell after the variant as she sprints ahead of you.

‘I don’t know where you hid that TemPad, but if you blow up, it blows up, and then I end up blown up,’ she shouts back at you.

‘There!’ Loki shouts, and the three of you dive for cover beneath the wheels of a huge vehicle which looks as though it’s been out of use for a long time.

‘So, we’re a team now?’ Loki pants, flinching as a meteor hits the ground too close to you for comfort.

‘Oh, God, no,’ the variant scoffs. ‘Get down!’

A meteor strikes the vehicle you’d been sheltering beneath, and you scramble to your feet and take off running again. After a few seconds you see what looks like a caravan out of a sci-fi movie and make a beeline for it, hoping that Loki is following you.

When you reach it you crash into the door and wrench it open, falling inside and gasping for breath. Loki tumbles in after you, followed, much to your disappointment, by the variant. She slams the door shut behind her, and the noise of the meteors is now muffled.

It takes you a minute to catch your breath, moving to the back of the space and pressing your back against the wall.

Your eyes are lowered, so you don’t see the variant moving towards you. You only feel her fingers suddenly ghosting along your neck, and then her hands pressed flat against your collarbone. Her hands glow green and emit an enticing warmth, which you don’t allow yourself to give into.

You look up at her to find her staring at you intently.

‘What are you doing?’ you ask her.

‘What are you doing?’ she replies cockily.

‘Are you trying to enchant me? Because it won’t work,’ you tell her, making your eyes flash purple. She pushes away from you, making a noise of disgust. Then she draws her short sword and swings it round to level at your face.

‘Give me the TemPad,’ she spits.

‘Look, are we really about to do this here? Again?’ Loki interjects from behind her, and she whirls around to point her weapon at him instead.

‘What do you propose instead?’ she scorns.

‘I don’t know, a truce?’ Loki suggests. The variant just scoffs, turning back to you.

‘Listen, none of us are getting off this rock if we can’t turn the TemPad on.’ Loki says.

‘Where do you have it hidden?’ she asks you threateningly.

‘In my heart,’ you tell her, deadpan.

‘Well then I’ll cut it out,’ she hisses, taking a step towards you. You teleport behind her, next to Loki. She spins back around, enraged.

‘I have the TemPad, yes, but killing me isn’t going to reveal its whereabouts to you,’ you tell her, your dagger clutched tightly in your palm.

She glares at you for a few more seconds, before she slumps, the fight seeming to drain out of her before your eyes.

‘The plan that you interrupted was years in the making. Years.’ she says, but she doesn’t sound angry anymore.

‘Okay?’ Loki says.

‘As soon as I turn that TemPad back on, I’m going straight back to the TVA to finish what I started,’ she tells you both, now angry again, raising her short sword to point first at Loki, then you.

‘Good,’ Loki says. The variant stares at him for a second, and then makes her way back over to the door, yanking it open.

‘Wait – where are you going?’ Loki asks.

‘There’s power somewhere on this moon. We just need enough to travel through interdimensional space and time,’ the variant says, before disappearing through the door.

‘Y/N, let me take the TemPad. I’ll look after it,’ Loki says urgently to you, holding out his hand. You pause, pretending to consider.

‘Will you betray me?’ you ask him seriously.

‘No,’ he tells you. His thoughts tell you different.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he scowls, swatting at the space between your faces as though he can break the connection between your minds with his hand.

‘Stop it!’

‘It comes in handy, so I think not,’ you tell him, following the variant’s footsteps back out into the apocalypse. Loki waits a minute, and then teleports ahead of you to walk next to the variant. Their conversation drifts back to your ears.

‘So, what’s the plan?’ Loki asks.

‘There’s a town near here. And can you be quiet? Just because we have to work together doesn’t mean I want to hear your voice.’

‘All right, well… slow down variant.’

‘Sorry, what part of imminent death confuses you? And don’t call me variant.’

‘I’m not calling some faded photocopy of me ‘Loki’.’

‘Good. ‘Cause that’s not who I am anymore. I’m Sylvie now,’ the variant tells him, and you imagine she sticks her chest out a little as she says it.

‘You changed your name. Brilliant,’ Loki remarks sarcastically.

‘It’s called an alias.’

‘It’s not very Loki-like.’

‘Yeah? What exactly makes a Loki a Loki?’ Sylvie asks him in a tone which feigns interest.

Loki sighs. ‘Independence. Authority. Style.’

You can’t help but let out a harsh laugh, and the two Loki’s ahead of you turn around, one in annoyance, one in amusement.

‘What about you?’ Sylvie asks, and you teleport to walk next to her.

‘What about me?’ you repeat her question as she had done to you earlier, and she gives a snort of derision which might have also held some humour within it.

‘What are you doing here? I assumed that this was your Loki variant, but there seems to be a certain lack of…’ she trails off, waving her hands in the air vaguely.

‘Trust? Respect?’ you suggest, and Loki glares across at you.

‘…bond,’ Sylvie says, and you sigh.

‘There isn’t one.’

‘Oh,’ she replies, and doesn’t ask any more questions, even though you can see that she’s practically bubbling with them. You’re suddenly not in the mood to talk.

You walk through one abandoned village where Sylvie tries to trick you into giving her the TemPad by telling you she can connect it to a flimsy neon light to charge it.

Don’t give it to her.

I wasn’t going to.

Next you make your way towards another sci-fi caravan, except this one looks as though it’s inhabited. As you approach it, you get the feeling that you’re being watched. Loki puts out a hand to stop the two of you as you walk towards the front door.

‘Brute force is no substitute for diplomacy and guile,’ he says. Sylvie decides to completely disregard this and promptly kicks in the door. A split second later she is flung from the doorway ten, twenty feet backwards by an invisible force, landing hard on the ground in a heap.

‘It’s remarkable that you ever made it as far as you did,’ Loki observes, and Sylvie sits up, glaring at him.

‘Sorry about that,’ Loki calls around the now open doorway.

‘Don’t be. I enjoyed it,’ a woman’s voice comes back.

‘Oh, so did I,’ Loki chuckles. ‘But I can assure you, despite my acquaintance behaving like an animal we mean you no harm. We’re simply weary travellers.’

‘Sure you are,’ the voice comes back. Loki peers through the window and then shapeshifts into the form of an old man. You follow his gaze through the window and catch sight of an old couple in a picture on a chest of drawers.

Bad idea.

Shut up.

A few seconds later Loki is on his back in the dirt next to Sylvie.

Told you.

‘What do you devils want with me?’ the old woman asks from inside the door. You retreat back down the steps which led up to her home and walk to stand next to Loki and Sylvie, who are still on the ground.

‘We just want to ask you a question. Where is everyone?’ you tell her, watching the huge gun she has sat on her lap in trepidation.

‘The ark,’ the woman answers, and you frown. Loki and Sylvie look equally as confused.

‘The evacuation vessel,’ the woman sighs.

‘Something like that would have enough juice to repower the TemPad,’ Loki mutters, before looking back up at the woman. ‘How do we get there?’

‘Train station’s at the edge of town, but you’ll never get a ticket,’ the woman tells him sternly.

‘Come on, let’s go,’ Sylvie says, already scrambling to her feet. You stand still, watching the woman, wondering whether it’s worth asking her to come with you. She seems to have her mind pretty made up. Even as you look at her, her eyes seem to say, don’t.

‘Y/N, come on,’ Loki tells you, and you turn away.

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