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lailyn · 6 months

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Going Under

Summary: If there was one good thing about the TVA, it was Mobius.

Set in the middle of S2E3

"Hey, B-15's called us for a briefing." Mobius poked his head into the darkened room. "Thought you and I could grab something to eat before she chewed us out, you think you're up for it?"

"You go right ahead," a weak voice answered from somewhere underneath the blanket. "I'm feeling a bit unwell."

"What's wrong? You seemed fine an hour ago."

"Well, they don't call me the Amazing Loki for nothing," the lump on the bed mumbled. "I am, after all, the Master of Illusions."

Mobius took in the dimmed light, the curtains drawn, and made an educated guess. "Is it your head?"

A shock of unruly dark hair abutting the top half of a high forehead appeared. "To start with, yeah."

Mobius sighed. "I'm not surprised. You took quite the fall in front the whole of Chicago. I'd be too embarrassed to get out of bed too."

He sat down gently on the bed. "Can I get you anything? Tylenol, aspirin, something stronger?"

More of Loki's face emerged, and Mobius found himself wincing; the god was so pale Mobius could see the veins pulsating at his temples.

"I've taken the liberty of plundering your medicine cabinet. If I were any more medicated, I would be radioactive," Loki muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Mobius clicked his tongue in sympathy, for he knew just how high Loki's pain threshold was.

"That bad, huh." After an awkward pause, "She looks tiny but I guess her blows packed quite a punch."

Loki groaned. "Enough rubbing my nose in it, Mobius."

"I wasn't making fun of you," Mobius said quietly.

"Feels like you were."

"You were trying not to hurt her. I get it now."

Loki gave a little scoff. "A lot of good that did all of us. Victor still got away."

"Hey, we found him once, we can find him again."

"And Renslayer." Loki peered at his friend blearily. "You seem to be handling it well, seeing her again."

"You know me. Diplomacy first and foremost. Failing that, guilt-tripping."

"There isn't a shred of guilt to be found in that woman. You had every authority to take her in by force."

Mobius shrugged. "Sometimes holding back is a sign of strength. I learned that from you."

Loki rolled his eyes and immediately regretted it as pain exploded behind his temples. "Yeah, tell that to Sylvie. I tried your cerebral approach, and all I got to show for it is a concussion."

Mobius' eyes were deep wells of sympathy. "You'll live."

"I'll live," Loki agreed wearily. "I always do."

"Attaboy." Mobius slapped Loki's blanket-clad thigh lightly. "Rest up. When you feel like eating, let me know. I brought us back a little treat from the fair."

Loki made a face. "Not Cracker Jack again."

"Are you kidding? Who goes to the same concession stand twice?" Mobius asked incredulously. "Wait till you try it. No one does beef like Chicago. No one did better beef than Chicago 1893."

"You sure it's fit for consumption?" Loki eyed his partner warily. "It's nineteenth century meat."

"You had no problem eating Kablooie," Mobius pointed out. "That was sixteenth century, at least."

"That was candy. Candy's different."

Mobius snorted lightly. "Of course it is."

They shared a chuckle before it was abruptly cut short by Loki's little gasp of pain. He reached for his head, only to find that Mobius had beat him to it.

"You don't have to - " he started, but Mobius shushed him.

"Shh." Gentle fingers massaged his temples in slow, circular motion. "Just close your eyes, and try to relax."

"I need to get through to her, Mobius," Loki mumbled. "I just don't know how."

"We'll work it out," Mobius said soothingly. "Together."

"I'm so tired," Loki whispered. "But I can't afford to be, can I?"

Mobius did not answer for a long time. "This is not on you, Loki."

This is on you, Sylvie had said, when Victor Timely made his escape, and fools of them all.

Who should I believe, then? Loki asked silently. You or Sylvie?

"Stop it," Mobius admonished. "Stop thinking."

"I'd sooner stop breathing. My mind is all I have."

"You Lokis are so damn stubborn," Mobius muttered under his breath. "Not to mention reckless. How y'all managed to live this long I'll never know."

"The Norns have a twisted sense of humour," Loki said bitterly. "Just read my file. It's not for the lack of trying that I'm still living."

"Stop." Mobius' voice was harder now. "Enough with this, Loki. Have some goddamn sense of self-preservation. You're alive for a reason. Find it."

Loki opened his eyes slowly. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise to me," Mobius grumbled. "I'm not the one doubting myself."

Loki drew in a deep, shuddery breath. "I'll try harder. I promise."

"Yeah, that can wait," Mobius said kindly. "When you're feeling better."

He stood to leave, but when Loki tried to do the same, his eyes narrowed. "What do you think you're doing?"

"The briefing - "

"I said," Mobius articulated each word so there was no mistaking his meaning, "- the briefing can wait."

"But we have to - hey!" Loki's protests fell on deaf ears; despite being the smaller of the two, Mobius somehow managed to manhandle Loki back into bed.

"I've got it, Loki," Mobius said firmly. "I work here. You don't."

Loki swallowed hard to quell his nausea and frustration both. "Mobius…"

"I've got you."

Be it from the weight of Mobius' hand on his chest or the sudden cold compress on his head, Loki felt instantly comforted. Despite his disequilibrium, a calmness befell him, and with it, a stark realisation that throughout his long life, there had not been many he could trust, but this man right here, with his sad eyes and kind smile?

Loki trusted this man with his life.

"Okay, Mobius," he conceded with a sigh. "Okay."

"Attaboy."

#whumptober #lokius #fic #no.13 #loki tv #cold compress #hurt loki #sick loki #whumptober 2023

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alyceinwonderland777 · 9 months

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Wild Rage

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: SEXUAL CONTENTS (Spanking, oral sex, etc).The situation portrayed in this short story is 100% consensual. If certain contents disturb you DO NOT READ!

THIS ONESHOT IS FOR AN ADULT AUDIENCE ONLY, SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Loki, Mobius and Ravonna were at Sylvie's house.

They were having dinner discussing Kang, the Time Keepers and the plan of action.

Ravonna and Loki had very different ideas on how to act and this led to the two of them to argue.

Ravonna: Weren't you famous for being an excellent strategist? *She asked with a hint of sarcasm*

Loki: Do you know what the difference is between you and me, my dear? I am, in fact, an excellent strategist, while you are a despotic gosling who thinks she is a judge even though she has never opened a law book.

Ravonna: At least I didn't try to conquer an entire planet to get revenge on my brother.

Loki: At least I don't dehumanize people by addressing them as "variants" instead of calling them by their first names. *Said Loki alluding to the fact that Ravonna had addressed Sylvie as "variant" when they were in the TVA's elevator*

Ravonna tipped over the glass of water she was drinking in Loki's face.

Sylvie and Mobius looked at each other in disbelief trying not to burst out laughing.

Ravonna: You always think you know everything, don't you?

Loki: Ooooh, it burns you to have to admit that you're not perfect, huh?

Ravonna: Go to hell! *She said while walking away*

Loki: I will follow you, my dear "judge" Renslayer.

Ravonna glared at him and walked away.

Sylvie: What the fuck did just happened?

Loki: I'm sorry, but I've been silent for too long. When we were at the TVA I put up with her antics just because I had to, but now I've had enough.

Mobius: I think you've gone too far, Loki. It's a stressful situation for her too. What has been done to us is no small thing.

Loki: You only defend her because she's your best friend. Don't you remember what she did to you?

Mobius: Yes I do, but I forgave her. There's no point in tearing each other apart when there's a madman out there who wants to take over the entire multiverse.

Loki: *Sighed* I'll think about it.

He got up and went to get ready for bed.

That night neither he nor Ravonna could sleep. They were furious with each other and the only thing they wanted to do was give each other a thrashing.

Loki decided to go down to the kitchen to prepare some herbal tea, but little did he know that Ravonna had the same idea as him.

As soon as he saw her he rolled his eyes.

Loki: You speak of the devil, and he shall appear. *He said sarcastically*

Ravonna: What do you want?

Loki: I came to make myself some herbal tea.

Ravonna: Me too

Loki: Ladies first then. *Loki said sarcastically*

Ravonna: Oh thank you, you are very gallant! *She replied sarcastically*

Ravonna took the kettle but just then Loki used magic to turn it into a toad.

Ravonna let out a terrified yelp. Loki burst out laughing at the former TVA judge's reaction.

Loki: The fearsome Judge Renslayer is afraid of a tiny amphibian! How delightful! *He said laughing*

Ravonna grabbed him by the shirt and looked him straight in the eyes.

Ravonna: You're just an insufferable stupid brat! *She said letting go of his shirt*

Loki: Oh how scary! What will you do? Will you prune me, Ravonna? *He said while still staring into her eyes. Their faces were very close*

Ravonna grabbed him again by the shirt, bringing him close to her. Their lips met in an extremely passionate kiss. Loki put his hands on Ravonna's hips and picked her up. Ravonna wrapped her legs around Loki's waist as she continued to kiss him. Loki used his powers to teleport them both to his bedroom.

Loki soundproofed the room with his magic, threw Ravonna onto his bed and got on top of her. He took off his shirt. Ravonna blushed as she saw the statuesque physique of the God of Mischief.

Loki: Do you like what you see?

Ravonna: Yes *She said biting her lip*

Loki stripped Ravonna of the blue nightgown and then he took off his pants. He leaned over Ravonna's breasts and began to kiss them. Ravonna began to moan.

Loki: You like that, don't you? *He asked hoarsely*

Ravonna: Y-yes! *She stammered clouded by desire*

Loki took of his boxers, stripped Ravonna of her panties and slipped his hand between Ravonna's thights to feel her wetness.

Loki: Mmmmh, you are so wet Your Honor *He said with a hint of sarcasm*

Ravonna rolled her eyes. Loki noticed and grinned.

Loki: Lie on your stomach *He ordered*

Ravonna did as she was told, sensing what Loki wanted to do.

Loki: *Spanked her* This is for pruning me!

Ravonna moaned.

Loki: *Spanked her* This is for putting a collar around my neck like I was a dog!

Ravonna bit her lip.

Ravonna: H-harder! Please!

Loki: *Spanked her harder* This is for Mobius!

Ravonna: Y-yes! *She moaned*

Loki: Know that you can stop me anytime.

Although he had quite particular sexual fantasies, the most important thing for Loki was consent.

Ravonna: I want you, Loki of Asgard. Do your worst. Take revenge on this insolent little mortal. *She said blinded by desire*

He grinned.

Loki: *Spanked her* This is for Sylvie!

Loki spanked her 5 more times and then stopped. Ravonna was sweating and panting.

Loki grinned.

Loki: Lie on your back and spread your legs *He ordered*

Ravonna did as she was told. Loki inserted a finger inside Ravonna and began to masturbate her. She began to moan.

Loki: Music to my ears! Sing to me, my little nightingale! *He said inserting a second finger inside her*

Ravonna: Loki, I'm about to... *She moaned loudly and came on Loki's fingers*

Loki licked his fingers covered in Ravonna's fluids. She blushed.

Loki leaned down on Ravonna's face and kissed her on the lips. Then he descended towards her neck filling it with tender kisses. He descended towards her breasts filling them with kisses and then began to fill Ravonna's tummy with kisses. Ravonna shivered with excitement and smiled.

Loki: Your skin is so soft *He muttered*

Loki started swirling his tongue around Ravonna's navel, making her moan.

Immediately afterwards Loki descended to Ravonna's private parts and began to perform oral sex on her.

Ravonna: Mmmmh, yes! Right there! That's it! *She moaned*

She came on Loki's mouth and Loki grinned while licking his lips covered with her fluids.

Ravonna: Loki

Loki: Yes dear? *He said with a smirk*

Ravonna: Make me yours *She said confidently*

Loki grinned and used the contraceptive spell. Soon after he entered her and started thrusting.

Ravonna groaned uncontrollably and grabbed Loki's back, scratching him. This went on for half an hour until they both came at the same time. Finally they lay down on the bed, panting and satisfied.

Ravonna: It was fantastic

Loki smiled.

Ravonna: Listen, I'm sorry. For everything.

Loki: Apology accepted. I went too far earlier at dinner. You too are a victim like all of us.

Ravonna: Friends?

Loki: Sure *He said smiling*

Ravonna smiled.

Ravonna: Can I stay here with you tonight?

Loki: Sure *Loki said with a smile*

Loki pulled Ravonna close to him and the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

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cha-melodius · 2 years

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I’m flipping out about the lokius bodyguard AU already 💗 can we also get a lokius (You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out) for prompt 49 please?

(I originally planned to do an interstital mission fic from the middle of AGMIHTF, but then I realized that it actually fit pretty well with a story I already knew I wanted to write in this AU, set in their future. Then we got Lokius in tuxes and people talking about how it reminded them of this AU, and so I was dragged back in, lol. I hope you enjoy!)

The Risk I Took With You

(a CIA agents future fic from the What Makes A Good Man universe)

Read it on AO3

Mobius is up to something.

He probably thinks he’s being sneaky, but they’ve been working together for three years now and been in a relationship for two and a half. They spend an absurd amount of time together between work and home, which would probably be fatal for many peoples’ relationships, but not theirs. They thrive on it. Loki knows his moods and and his feelings and his thoughts better than he knows his own, and that includes when Mobius is up to something.

To be fair, Mobius could say the same thing of him, but this time it is not Loki who is plotting god knows what.

Mobius has been wound up the entire time they’ve been in Toronto for no discernible reason, which he’s also denied vehemently when Loki tried to call him out on it. The job they’d been sent on is relatively simple: they’re there mostly to act as a concerned third party in a negotiation for some stolen intelligence that Canadian intelligence is heading up. Their liaison is an agent named Charlotte Haines, a short blonde firecracker of a woman who reminds Loki a little of Sylvie, if Sylvie tempered her sarcastic wit with excessive Canadian politeness. It’s honestly been kind of boring, which is probably why Loki ends up getting into trouble when he tries to figure what’s going on with Mobius.

On the second day, he wakes, sprawled haphazardly across the bed in their hotel room, to find Mobius already up and dressed. Loki blinks blearily at him, trying to figure out if he’s overslept, or if Mobius is just up far earlier than necessary. It’s hard to tell the hour; the feeble winter light filtering through the curtains suggests that, if the sun is indeed up, it’s being hidden by dense cloud cover. Mobius glances over at him as he finishes tying his tie, then wanders back over to the bed.

“Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush a lock of hair back from Loki’s face before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’ve got a something to take care of this morning. Should be back by lunchtime.”

“Wait,” Loki protests. He just manages to catch Mobius’s hand before he withdraws again. Fuck, he’s not awake enough to process what’s going on right now. He tries to ignore the voice in his head that says that’s a purposeful choice on Mobius’s part. “Shouldn’t I go with you?”

“It’s nothing, I promise,” Mobius says with gentle smile that’s nonetheless edged with tension. “Another project. Boring stuff.”

Loki frowns. He knows all of Mobius’s projects, and he doesn’t have any others that would mean running around in Toronto. “Did Renslayer call?”

“You should get together with Agent Haines, go over the intel about the sellers before tonight,” Mobius says instead of answering the question. “Be back before you know it.”

Then he’s gone, fleeing the room so quickly that if Loki wasn’t worried about what was going on with him before, he certainly is now.

The thing is, they don’t need to go over the intel again. They’ve already done it, quite thoroughly, and a phone call to Haines confirms that she wasn’t expecting to meet with either of them that morning. Loki doesn’t tell her about Mobius’s disappearing act, but it’s clear she can tell something is wrong. He tells her not to worry, they’ll be ready before things are supposed to go down tonight, and immediately rings off. Finding out where Mobius went just became priority number one.

The possibilities are a little daunting. Toronto is a big city, and with a half an hour head start on him, Mobius could be anywhere. On a hunch, Loki checks the GPS built into their rental car, which helpfully records the location that you’ve parked it, but he only finds that the car isn’t parked at all. Mobius is driving somewhere, though the system doesn’t offer that kind of tracking. For now all he can do is wait.

It’s excruciating. The irony is that Loki’s usually the one disappearing for random stretches of time. As much as he loves Mobius, sometimes he just needs to be alone with his thoughts. Sometimes the need to go case a gallery or a museum thrums under his skin until he can’t ignore it, so he slips away just to ease it. He never steals anything, not anymore, but the process of preparing to do so is almost meditative. After a few misunderstandings, Mobius now gets it. He doesn’t worry so much anymore, though he still jokes about embedding a permanent tracker on Loki.

If one thing comes out of this, Loki might actually get better at leaving Mobius a note or something, because the not knowing is killing him. He even considers calling Renslayer, but decides he really doesn’t want to involve the division if it’s nothing. Finally, finally, the rental car notifies him of a new parking location… in Niagara Falls, Ontario.

Loki has no idea what to make of it, but he has plenty of time to dwell in the cab down from Toronto. The cabbie gives him quite the look when he tells him where he wants to go, but he also doesn’t turn down the hefty fare. Of course, by the time Loki gets down to the parking lot where the car is parked, Mobius is long gone. Fortunately, searching Niagara Falls is not nearly as daunting as searching Toronto, and also fortunately, he doesn’t look for long.

Mobius had said he was working on a project, but when Loki finds him he doesn’t appear to be doing anything of the sort. Instead, he’s walking almost aimlessly along the promenade that looks over the massive waterfalls, hands shoved in his pockets, apparently lost in thought. If Loki thought that finding Mobius would clear any of this up, he is sorely mistaken. He watches for a little while longer, until he’s satisfied that he is, in fact, not going to be messing up any meetings or intelligence gathering if he goes up to Mobius and asks what he thinks he’s doing down here, taking in the sights like some kind of tourist.

Just when he’s about to make his move, though, something catches his eye. Or rather, someones. The crowds are pretty thin at the falls this time of year, otherwise Loki might not have noticed them. The two men hang back far enough not to be obvious, and indeed it seems like Mobius hasn’t clocked them. That in and of itself is unusual, but it fits his general distractedness of late. From where Loki’s watching, though, he can clearly see the men—youngish, casual dark clothes, sunglasses despite the heavy clouds—meandering after Mobius. Whatever Mobius is doing here, Loki has a feeling it’s about to be interrupted. Without taking his eyes off Mobius and the men, he pulls out his phone and dials.

“Haines,” comes the voice on the other end of the line as it crackles to life.

“I don’t have time to explain, but Mobius is in Niagara Falls and being followed by a couple of men. Could be associated with our sellers,” Loki blurts in a rush.

Haines is silent a beat, no doubt absorbing all of this. “And you are doing what?”

“Watching them. Mobius doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Right,” Haines sighs, and he can tell she’s holding back a thousand more questions. “Where exactly?”

“Right across the river from, er, the falls? The flat ones.”

“You mean American Falls?”

“Sure,” Loki agrees without really knowing if that’s true. “There’s some kind of bridge to the north, Mobius is heading toward it.”

“Jesus,” Haines swears under her breath. “The Rainbow Bridge. It crosses over to the US. There’s a footpath. The last thing we want is Border Patrol involved in this, so if it looks like they’re going to try to cross, do anything you can to stop it. Be there shortly.”

Shortly is not going to be soon enough, given how long it took Loki to get down here. Maybe if she takes a helicopter. Seems unlikely. Loki moves to put away his phone, then stops himself. Keeping one eye on the men following his partner, he flicks open the messaging app and types out something he hopes will be fairly innocuous.

How’s the project

A moment later, he watches as Mobius pulls his phone out of his pocket and smiles down at it. He taps out a few words—at a glacial pace, as always—and then Loki’s phone buzzes.

Going well

It does not seem like Mobius is inclined to offer more than that, and Loki does not resist rolling his eyes.

Am I going to find out what this is?

Eventually. Patience, dear

What if I don’t want to be patient?

It’ll be worth it, I promise

Loki stares down at the phone, far more confused than he was before. Unfortunately, his little texting diversion did little to slow Mobius, and he seems to be making his way precisely toward the bridge that Haines did not want them to take. A little ways away, the two men who have been following him apparently realize this too. Abandoning their seemingly aimless paths, they start closing in on Mobius. One of them unzips his coat and Loki catches a flash of metal that reveals that he’s definitely armed.

All bets are off now. Loki practically launches himself from his hidden perch in the park across the street, dodging cars as he runs against a green light. He can’t get to Mobius before the men do, but he can intercept the men before they get to Mobius. The one with the open coat is closest, so Loki puts himself on a collision course with him, helpfully relieving him of his pistol as they crash together. The man’s confused swearing is enough to draw the attention of his compatriot, but it also, somewhat unfortunately, draws Mobius’s attention well. Loki watches his face go through a truly stunning array of expressions as they lock eyes, all in a split second, before he has to tear his gaze away from his partner to focus on his two assailants again.

The two men seem to be undecided on whether to keep after Mobius or shift their aim to Loki, and, well, Loki can’t have that. He knows he should probably try to get to Mobius so that they can work on getting out of this together, but the men are currently standing between them. Any move in Mobius’s direction runs a pretty high risk of endangering his partner, not to mention the civilians milling around, oblivious to the peril they’re in. There’s just enough of a crowd of bystanders here to be a serious hindrance, and he’s operating on the assumption that neither man would balk at a little collateral damage. No, he needs the men to follow him and him alone, preferably somewhere isolated from other people.

“Clément should try employing people who are actually competent at tailing a target,” Loki says, loud enough for them both to hear. The man he bumped into immediately goes for his gun, and is unsurprisingly not pleased to find his holster empty. “Looking for this?”

Loki flashes the weapon, quick enough not to draw attention from those around them, then starts hurrying toward a nearby structure that is clearly closed for the season. The sign above the entrance proclaims it to be a funicular, and as he gets closer Loki realizes the track runs down to some docks on the water for a boat cruise of the falls. At this time of year the whole area is deserted, which makes it optimal for drawing his pursuers away from the crowds. With luck, Mobius will understand what he’s doing and find another way down to the docks, then they can take these two out of play and figure out who they’re working for.

He’s not surprised that the second man draws his gun. What he doesn’t factor in is him actually opening fire. It doesn’t make any sense; doing so will immediately draw the attention of the local police, and surely that would be the last thing these guys want. Right now it seems like they’d be satisfied with shooting Loki and getting the hell out of there, though, and that is definitely suboptimal. As the first gunshots ring out, the bystanders on the promenade erupt into chaos and he loses track of Mobius entirely, but he can’t afford to focus on anything other than getting out of there as quickly as possible.

Using the gun he’d stolen, Loki shoots the lock off a chain link fence barring entrance to the funicular platform, then scrambles onto a long, rickety staircase that follows the tracks down to the lower level. Bullets wing off the structure around him as he hurtles down the stairs, and it is only once he’s on them—once he’s committed, with no way out—that he realizes how much of a mistake this was. The stairs are encrusted in a thick layer of ice, no doubt enabled by the constant mist blown over from the falls, and his feet immediately do their best to slide out from underneath him. With what momentum he can find, he launches himself over the railing and into the brush next to it, which is better in his oxford shoes, but not by much. At least he gains a modicum of cover from the rocks and the low, leafless plant life, instead of being completely exposed on the stairs. The two men don’t hesitate to follow him, even when he returns fire once they’re on the hillside and away from any tourists. It’s slow going, even moving as fast as he dares. Two-thirds of the way down, the clip in the stolen gun hits empty, and he throws it away; his assailants do not seem to have the same issue. They probably have a spare clip, to Loki’s misfortune.

After what feels like an excruciatingly long time, his feet hit the flat concrete at the bottom of the hill, and he sprints for cover among semi-permanent tents and flimsy structures clearly designed for much warmer weather. He’s not entirely sure where he’s going—maybe if he can find some place to lay low, he can flank his pursuers and get the drop on them—but then he turns a corner, and any hope of this remaining covert flies right out the window. Every way forward is full of police, and Loki doesn’t know how trigger-happy Canadian cops are, but he’s not about to take that risk. He raises his hands, yelling, “I’m not armed!” and before he knows it he’s being handcuffed and bustled off to a locked room in some nearby building.

Normally, Loki would probably effect his escape immediately; he’s come to understand, over the years, that being an intelligence operative on foreign soil provides no benefits when dealing with local law enforcement, even if you’re an ally. In this case, though, they actually are working directly with Canadian intelligence, plus he did call Haines about this whole mess, and he has no idea where Mobius is, so he figures he might as well wait. Maybe he can even work some info out of the cops about the other two men. He’s not, however, going to wait in handcuffs; he dispatches them quickly and abandons them on the room’s only table.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, he waits for a while. Long enough to get bored; long enough to considering revising his decision to stay there. Just when he’s starting to contemplating the lock, though, the door opens to admit an apparently seriously pissed off Mobius, hands planted on his hips and a thunderous expression on his face. It’s a pretty stark contrast to Haines, who walks in next to him looking more amused than anything else.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home,” she says, looking pointedly at the discarded handcuffs.

“Might as well be comfortable,” Loki returns. “Did you get the two who were chasing me?”

“The RCMP weren’t particularly keen on sharing, but we learned enough. It turns out our sellers got a tip that they might be dealing with spies instead of criminals.”

“They didn’t guess it was both, then?” Loki quips with a grin. He glances over at Mobius, who frighteningly does not look even a little amused.

Haines shrugs good-naturedly, though. “The good news is they think they rooted out the threat. They never saw me, so my cover is still intact. Stronger, if I play it right.”

“Is there bad news?”

“Well, neither of you can come to the deal, obviously,” she says. “Also you might have traumatized a few tourists, but they’ll get over it.”

“Right,” Loki says slowly. “Is that it?”

“For now,” Haines confirms. “We’ll meet later tonight. Until then, he’s all yours.”

It’s unclear who she’s talking to, and about, in that statement, and she’s out the door before Loki can ask her to explain. He supposes it doesn’t really matter, in the end. Mobius’s face hasn’t so much as twitched since he came in. Loki didn’t think he’d be pleased, but he certainly didn’t expect him to be this upset. After all, they got the guys, no one got hurt, and the deal remained intact. What more did he want?

“Look, can we not—” Loki starts with a sigh, but Mobius cuts him off immediately.

“I thought we covered this in Berlin.”

Loki blinks, his mouth still hanging open mid-sentence. It’s just about the last thing he expected Mobius to say. “…Berlin?”

“You, risking your life for no goddamned good reason!” Mobius snaps.

“I beg your pardon, but I happen to have a very good reason for risking my life,” Loki retorts, feeling his own annoyance rising. Honestly, as if he wants to be shot at. “Are you forgetting that none of this would have been necessary if someone hadn’t decided to take a little unscheduled field trip?”

“Oh, come on!” Mobius groans as he tips his head back to stare at the ceiling in exasperation.

“No, I think I deserve to know what was so goddamned important down here,” Loki insists, taking a step closer and using his height to his advantage. “What kind of ‘project’ that you were so wrapped up in that you didn’t even notice you were being followed!”

“You really want to know?” Mobius demands. Unsurprisingly, he’s not backing down in the face of Loki’s looming; he never has, and Loki knows he never will.

“Yes, I do!” Loki nearly shouts.

“Fine!”

With frustrated huff, Mobius wheels around and starts nearly stomping toward the door, pausing only to gesture impatiently for Loki to follow when he reaches the threshold. Loki makes sure his sigh is audible as he does, but his irritation is already slipping away in favor of his curiosity. Whatever this is, it had to be important for Mobius to be this worked up over it.

The sun has dropped below the horizon by the time they get back outside, which comes as a bit of a surprise; Loki hadn’t realized he’d been in there so long, but the sunsets are still early here at this time of year, even though the days are getting progressively longer. The evening has brought with it a biting chill, whipping off the river and doing its best to slip its icy fingers past the seams of Loki’s coat. Their breath puffs out in clouds of condensation before them as they walk side by side along the promenade, back toward the bridge again. As they approach, a sign proclaims “Rainbow Bridge—to USA,” and Mobius heads toward the guarded entrance to the footpath.

“Are we crossing?” Loki asks, finally breaking the long silence.

Mobius shakes his head. “Nope. Just about halfway.”

For all that the crowds were relatively thin on the promenades down below, they’re nearly nonexistent up on the bridge. Another couple walks by them as Mobius slows to a stop, but once they’ve moved on Loki and Mobius are alone. At first, Mobius just stares out at the falls, not unlike what he’d been doing before. His anger seems to have ebbed away now, replaced by an odd nervousness. Even though his hands are shoved in his pockets again, Loki can tell he’s fidgeting. All of it is exceedingly odd, and quite frankly Loki is starting to worry about his partner.

“Did you really come down here just to look at a waterfall?” Loki asks when he’s unable to take the mystery any longer.

“Not exactly,” Mobius murmurs. He takes a deep breath, shooting a brief glance at Loki before staring back out at the falls. “You’ve never been here before. That’s what you said, when I visited you at the prison.”

“Well, that is true,” Loki allows. He glances out at the falls again. “They’re… nice, I suppose.”

“If I recall correctly, you said you thought they’d be romantic.”

“And you said something about six million cubic feet of water, and obliteration, and I’m sorry but does this all have a point?”

Mobius doesn’t answer right away, and in the fading twilight, abruptly the falls get lit up in blues and pinks and purples. Loki sucks in a tiny, sharp breath of surprise, but only because he wasn’t expecting it, is all. He doesn’t miss the smirk that tips onto Mobius’s lips when he catches it, like he was waiting for just this moment. Ok, fine, the falls are impressive. Loki still doesn’t see why Mobius was being all cloak and dagger about this.

“I was going to do this tomorrow, after everything was wrapped up,” Mobius tells him. “Today was just to figure out the best location for it. But then you had to come barreling in, and getting yourself shot at, and ruining the surprise. I suppose that makes it all a lot more us, though.”

“Going to do what, Mobius?”

“The right kind of proposal.”

The words trigger a turn of phrase in his memory, something from the day Mobius is referring to when he showed up to offer him a job with the CIA, but he can’t quite recall it before he’s distracted. Mobius is pulling his hands out of his pockets, finally, and one of them comes with a small, black box clutched in it. He looks down at it, turning it over once before popping the lid open, and Loki briefly forgets how to breathe. Nestled inside is a ring: gold, with some kind of serpentine inlay winding its way around the middle. It looks nearly black in the low light, but there’s a glint to it that makes Loki think it’s probably a dark green.

“So,” Loki starts, surprisingly steadier than he expected. In some ways, he’s so overwhelmed by the moment that he’s come back around to even-keeled again. “This is why you were mad?”

“I was mad because I want you to spend the rest of your life with me,” Mobius corrects, a little wryly, “and I would prefer if that life was as long as possible.” Then he plucks the ring out of its box with one hand and reaches forward to take Loki’s with his other. “I’m not great with words, but for you, I’ll try. When I visited to that prison to offer you a deal, I never could have guessed that three years later I’d be here. I took a risk that day, but not in the way most people think. I never doubted what you could be. No, the risk was this, us. I thought it would be impossible. That it would never work. I’ve never been so happy to be proven wrong. I’ve never been so happy, period,” he says, breaking off with a soft laugh. Then he meets Loki’s eyes, achingly sincere. “I love you, Loki. I’ll always love you. Marry me?”

Now Loki’s far too overcome by emotions to speak, now that Mobius is looking at him so expectantly and waiting for him to do so. So he does what he can manage, which is to reach up with the hand Mobius isn’t holding and pull him into a kiss. He puts everything he can’t quite say into it, in the way he holds on like he’s never going to let go, because he’s not. Mobius isn’t alone in his disbelief over where life has taken them; Loki never could have imagined he’d be standing here with this man, in this moment, and he knows he would never change a single choice. Not a single step in the path that led him here.

Eventually, after they’ve kissed themselves breathless, he pulls back just enough to press his forehead to Mobius’s, their chilled noses brushing as Loki lets out a soft, helpless laugh.

“So should I take that as a yes…?” Mobius ventures.

“Yes, yes, you ridiculous man,” Loki huff, then captures his lips in another kiss. This time Mobius pulls back first, far enough to look down and finally slide the ring onto Loki’s finger. Loki can’t seem to pull his eyes away from it, and he’s still staring down when he murmurs, “Sorry I mucked up your big plans.”

“It’s ok,” Mobius says. “Still did what I came here to do.”

“I wouldn’t have changed any of it, for what it’s worth,” Loki tells him.

Mobius’s eyebrows rise up toward his hairline. “Even all the running and the shooting?”

“Well,” Loki allows, “maybe not that part. I was right, though.”

“About?”

“Six million cubic feet of water per minute plummeting off a cliff is actually pretty romantic.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Mobius agrees, grinning. “How about it as a metaphor for love, though?”

Loki laughs warmly and tugs him close again, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as Mobius slides his own arms around his waist. They stand there another long moment, tangled together, just watching the glow of the illuminated falls.

“Still working on that one,” Loki admits eventually. “But I’ll be sure to let you know.”

#lokius #loki x mobius #mobius x loki #loki laufeyson #mobius m. mobius #wowki #time husbands #loki tv #loki series #loki au #what makes a good man #my fic #yes i am still working on these requests #i will get to them all eventually i promise

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i don’t really think it’s fair to say or imply that Loki was Mobius’ slave, or even the TVA’s. Mobius is just doin his job for one. And for another, Loki is a criminal, even if he wasn’t in his right mind when he invaded earth, he still invaded it. he does still have to pay for that, and in that light, the TVA went easy on him. Maybe their relationship shouldn’t have been presented as quite so friendly, but I think they were friends by the end of the season and saying all this awful stuff about Mobius being Loki’s jailer captor enslaver torturer and whatever…it’s too far and there’s no real canon basis for it.

ah yes, of course, bad things are fine to do if someone has done bad things. because they deserve it. got it.

Listen. I'm not sure what canon you've been watching but forcing someone to work with you under threat of death is bad, lying to and blaming them for future events is bad, putting someone in intentional distress and knowing they will react bad to their mother's death and leaving the images up is bad, telling them that they were born to cause pain and suffering and death (especially when their father is Odin, their siblings are Hela and Thor) is bad, leaving someone getting beaten up and rubbing salt in their fears (even as part of 'breaking them') is bad, casually dehumanizing people (words like "pet" and "my/your Loki" and "the Variant") and pruning/resetting/killing people en masse or on an individual basis once they're of no use to you is bad, I'm not even going to continue this list because the TVA itself has such BAD vibes it's literally an authority that's enforcing it's own turn of events and calling it 'sacred' with people like Mobius/B-15/Renslayer pushing their agenda forward because they simply believe it's for the greater good while invalidating Loki's questions until the point where they personally find out they were also Variants (and still express no remorse/mention of any moral argument or lives taken, they just comment on how they could've been happy before).

Like, buddy, pal, I don't know how to tell you this but Mobius is very clearly psychologically torturing Loki in episode 1 in order to break him down and get him to join their side, I would even argue that he physically does so in exercising control of where Loki can move or how he reacts with the collar after riling him up. He does the same thing in episode 4 even more explicitly for everyone who missed it.

Arguing he advocates for or sees the best in Loki is something that doesn't have a canon basis. Every "that's not how I see it," "Is that possible? He can change?" "You could be whoever, whatever you wanna be, even someone good" is surrounded by interrogation tactics and "give my regards to Lady Sif" "What a incredible seismic narcissist" "He's softening in the Time Cell, but while he marinates..." "Just kind of an asshole and a bad friend. Yeah, chew on that for a little bit" "And, hey, if it doesn't work, I'll delete him myself."

There is explicit canon basis of these things, and whether you'd rather not acknowledge them is up to you, and I don't blame you for thinking otherwise since the narrative frames Mobius as some kind of moral pillar of righteous goodness (he ain't) and has he and Loki use the words "friends," but I want it on record I don't use words like slave or torturer or abuser lightly, and don't recall having used slaver/enslaver/captor/jailer for Mobius like you've implied either, though some of the words you've got listed would be accurate descriptions, I'd think, since Loki's only option was work for the TVA or die - until the end of Episode 3, after which he was accused of having 'betrayed' Mobius and been a 'bad friend'.

I'm not even going to address "i don’t really think it’s fair to say or imply that Loki was Mobius’ slave, or even the TVA’s [slave]" "mobius us just doin his job" "the TVA went easy on him" or "maybe their relationship shouldn’t have been presented as quite so friendly" because I don't think I'm capable of doing that without some strong language and a lot of caps lock and this post is already long enough I think.

I also want it noted that Loki's hardly done anything worse than the hero characters. Just because he's been framed as an antagonist doesn't make his own actions worse or theirs better, so do please feel free to apply the same logic you are on what Loki deserves on them too.

Here's relevant posts in the event you wish to read up: (on Mobius' inherent goodness and his job) (on Mobius' take on Frigga) (the holy grail of Loki (2021) meta masterposts) (on Loki supposedly learning to care in the show) (thor 1 loki doesn't deserve bad treatment)

#look #you're free to interpret things how you will #but there's no way episode 1 wasn't psychological torture and there's no way episode 4 wasn't at LEAST physical torture #just because it's presented as 'oh he deserves it tho bc he's a narcissist and he's in love and is a bad person owo'#doesn't mean im not going to refer to it that way #like how maybe someone interprets Frigga as a good caring motherly mother #that's well and good but i'm still going to call her a hypocrite who was gaslighting because that's literally what's happening #torturing someone makes them a torturer but even then I only use the words when specifically referring to a moment or in summary #and i'm counting the Sif thing as torture even if it's funny #even WITH the retconned backstory that's still torture #even if someone deserved it that's STILL torture #even if that's someone's job! that's! still! torture!#the act doesn't change because of context because someone is getting hurt #it's like saying ''well it's unfair to say loki attempted genocide because he was just doing what he'd been raised to do''#WHICH by the way has more supporting evidence for being morally okay to do within context than the TVA's killing #because at least Loki until the show wasn't denying any of the things he'd done or blaming others or being a hypocrite #while the TVA very much IS built on terrible concepts AND sees Loki's role as an evil scourge for not doing 0.001% of the stuff they do #AND PLEASE TAKE INTO ACCOUNT MOBIUS' TONE WHEN HE SAYS THINGS LIKE ''maybe loki can change? mix it up? is that possible?''#because not only is his voice loaded with doubt or 'eh he's useful so keep him' but he has Loki's whole life on file #he saw Loki do good before Thor 1 and in TDW and Ragnarok and Infinity War #so the entire thing just has me going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #YEAH loki ''betrays'' people and you LOOK AT THE LIST OF PEOPLE AND IT'S ALL VILLAINS (with the exception of Thor)#so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA is apt methinks #the Loki show

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The Aftermath

Summary: With Loki thrown into another universe thanks to Sylvie, he was now dead set in figuring a way out and along the way he meets a version of Mobius that did not know him and you, the judge presiding over the entirety of the TVA--who also happens to be Loki's estranged love he had lost in the fold. Words: 1,075 Warning: Slight Angst? Post-Loki Series S1. Cliff-Hanger (?) Characters: Loki x Variant!Reader

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The multiverse was in ruins, all thanks to Sylvie. As Loki had began to realize the gravity of the situation, for the first time in what felt like years, he felt so helpless. More helpless than what his time had been under Thanos' control. More helpless when he was thrown by his own father into prison for a crime he was forced to commit.

The Universe was doomed.

"Are you a Field Agent?" Mobius had once again inquired as Loki had slipped his attention away from the statue that centered the TVA.

The irony of the situation was not lost with him, how the man he had learned had memorized his every single move from his birth to his death, how ironic it was to have him not know who he was.

"Consultant." Loki lied through his teeth.

"One of the variants caused this chaos." He explained hoping it was enough to supply them for now.

"Let's go. We've got an emergency meeting to attend to. We'll fill you up with what had happened."

He did not have the strength nor the will to refuse or push away Mobius as he had practically manhandled the God into location where most of the Agents were now settled waiting.

His eyes lingered in the similarities of what had been once an office of his, the big difference was the large monitor mounted on the front. The sight of the chaos of the once sacred timeline had everyone on edge.

"How long has this been going on?" Loki had asked, lingering around towards the man, as much as he did not remember who Loki was, Mobius was the only person he could truly trust.

"Give or take just a couple of minutes ago."

So Sylvie had truly fulfilled her lifelong mission. A part of him was sad it had to be that way, how the revenge she had sought for would never be enough after everything she had lost, but he had slowly grown at peace for what was to come.

Nothing seems to faze him anymore--after everything that had occurred since his arrival to this world.

"Settle down, Ladies and Gentlemen." The familiar voice had Loki tense, searching for the owner of the voice, the last person he could have ever expected to see now stood in the same uniform he had once seen Renslayer wore--could it mean?

"Y/N?" His voice broke but before he could even truly catch your attention, Mobius was quick to hold onto him stopping Loki from whatever he somehow planned on doing.

"Stay where you are, Y/N's already in a bad mood as it is, neither of us want to be in her bad side."

What the hell were you doing here? The last memory he had of you was back in Asgard. How he had lost you in the battle against the Frost Giants. How he had made the mistake of turning his back and leaving you hanging all those years ago. He made the mistake and for a moment he wanted to believe that you were the same Y/N he had loved. Not just a variant like so many of the people that surrounded them.

Settling down like Mobius had instructed, he had watch you assure each and every single member of the TVA. How this was far from the panic everyone was feeling for the sudden peak in the timeline. All throughout, he just couldn't keep his eyes away from you.

You still looked the same. Even with the frown resting on your lips, you still looked like the woman he had fallen so madly in love with. His heart, beating far too erratically. He never thought much about you, in his torturous time with Thanos, but in the moments where he would want to give up he would constantly catch a glimpse of you. Might it be Valhalla or Hel, a part of him always this hope of seeing you again.

Somehow it did come true, but never in the way he had hoped.

Eventually, with a game plan in motion, everyone was all hands on deck and it left Loki with nothing to do, but plan his own strategy to get out of this timeline or better yet find his way back to his own.

"You." The familiar voice echoed throughout the area, all eyes were set on him.

Turning his eyes back towards you, he watch you narrow your eyes at him. Placing him on the spot and wondering if you knew exactly what has happened was his and Sylvie's doing.

"My Office. Now."

Without even hearing a reply from him, you had turned away from the man and left. Everyone now scrambling to return to whatever they were doing.

"Suggest you hurry up, you don't want her waiting up." Mobius assured, patting him on the back. "Office is on the floor above. Turn right and you'll see it quickly."

He appreciated Mobius' help and without hesitating, his feet had moved on it's own accord. He was close to a sprint on his way towards your office. A part of him knew it wasn't the same you. But just someone from another timeline. What had been your memories of him? Were they the good ones or were they filled with nothing but the pain he had caused because of his selfishness and miscalculation?

Opening the door, he didn't even knock. A trait he was somehow still trying to remove from himself. He was no longer a prince and he no longer had the privilege that came with the title.

The office was spacious, various mementos decorated your shelves. Pictures of you in the same uniform as most of the troopers, to your eventual position as a judge. A big smile playing on your face in one of the pictures you had taken with Mobius.

"Here,"

Breaking from his staring, he watch you make your way towards him, a glass of whiskey handed to him. Without a single word, he took it but after everything that had happened, he did not trust himself to indulge. With the glass cradled in his hand, he had watch you make your way to the sofa. Your own whiskey glass resting on the glass coffee table.

Only now did he notice the familiar scepter on display.

"So," You trailed off. "Exactly what Loki Variant am I talking to?"

You smiled staring at him with a glint of familiarity.

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catharsis-in-a-bottle · 3 years

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thoughts about loki episode 5

in no particular order. just Thoughts

Croki (technically alloki but whatever) is incredible and must be protected at all costs and is also a vicious little bastard

Classic Loki is awesome?? And super fucking powerful?? And to think that Loki, with enough time and patience and training, could do illusions on that scale - I really want to see it happen. Classic Loki's costume is also awesome. Oh, and he speaks alligator, which is certainly a skill

Sylvie is one hell of a badass

Kid Loki being the leader and sitting on a mall santa throne and just sipping on a juice box is iconic

King Loki betraying the Original Loki Squad and then President Loki's army betraying him and then the army betraying President Loki - my immediate thought was "how very characteristic", and then I saw Loki's exasperated expressions, and damn we've got really serious character growth. And this isn't even post-Ragnarok Loki, this is post-New York Loki, and he's undergone a massive shift in emotional maturity, trusting himself, and trusting others.

He trusts Sylvie. He might have romantic feelings for her, which I still don't know how to feel about, but aside from that whole thing - he's trusting another version of himself at the same time that he's learning to trust his own self. He trusts himself to no longer be like President Loki, because that's no longer who he wants to be. He trusts Mobius enough to initiate his first-ever onscreen hug with him.

Which, by the way, sent my brain to the fucking moon. Again, character development. He's finally willing to be vulnerable and honest with others, and to show them that he cares about them. And Mobius has learned to trust him, too, after all the shit they've been through in the past... however long it's been. (Also, I'm queer and I deeply enjoy seeing the gay potential in things, so there's that, which makes the whole thing even better.)

The fact that Sylvie really went "I'm going to enchant this giant evil cloud" is insane to me. As Mobius said, she's confident. She has been set on the same goal for the majority of her life, and she's determined to see it through to the end. And she's doing it! She enchanted that fucking cloud! Girlboss

Mobius changing his entire, nearly lifelong worldview and saying "Burn it to the ground" in reference to the TVA? Yeah, I just really liked that

Sylvie you didn't really almost trust Renslayer, did you?? I want to punch Ravonna so bad oh my god

Hunter-B15 is a badass and hopefully gets to punch Renslayer in the face like I want to. Also, I'm extremely curious as to what memories Sylvie showed her.

I'm curious about a lot - Mobius's former life, how the TVA came about, and how they're going to wrap this show up with just one more episode. I think this is all I have for now so I shall stop and wait extremely anxiously until next Wednesday

#rant complete! i feel fulfilled #loki #loki series #loki episode five #loki ep 5 #loki laufeyson #sylvie #sylvie laufeydottir #mobius #mobius m mobius #hunter b 15 #ravonna renslayer #croki #lokius

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lokislittlesigyn · 3 years

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You and Me - Loki x Reader [Oneshot]

Part 2 of Sigyn’s Angst-to-Fluff Drabbles

Inspired by Cozy’s Fluff-to-Angst Fun and Games!

Pairing: Loki / Female reader

Warnings: Strong themes of depression and suicidal ideation/a near attempt. Mention of Infinity War and Endgame and all the things that happen there. Fluff awaits at the end.

Author’s Note: A nearly-impossible prompt to turn happy, but I tried my best without taking an easier route like “it was just a dream” etc! I wanted to give it my all. This is the most.. sensitive-topic fic I’ve posted here, so please, skip it or skim it if you need to. <3

@silver-lupines:

Ohohohohoho Loki’s permanent death and the reader is left as a widow. No resurrections.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You still remember it.

You’ll never forget.

Never.

The smell of the air. Thick smoke in your lungs. The colors. The sounds. Death, all around you. Permeating you. You begged for it to end.

He was not so kind.

No, He was not the kind type.

He killed half of every whole. And Loki - Loki had made you feel whole.

What were you now?

You were still a full person, but broken nonetheless. A ghost. Yes, you were a ghost of who you were before. You haunted your own body, desperate for it to stop. Stop aching, stop hurting, stop feeling - let you go, release you to the endlessness of whatever unexistence was, because any unknown it held was surely better than knowing Loki was gone.

You had lived five painfully long years without him. Your husband. The boy you’d known on Asgard, fallen in love with, married and loved and lived through the pain of losing. Twice.

No, thrice. But the third you had to watch.

You had to watch everything. Leg pinned under the rubble on the Statesman, no more than entertainment for the creatures around you as you screamed at the top of your lungs, unwilling witness to-

You couldn’t bear to think of it.

Sure, you weren’t completely alone. You had your remaining friends: the ones that were not also ripped from you, destroyed for the sake of an asinine plan that made you want to scream and cry and unleash all your anger on the monster who caused it.

You never got the chance.

The others fought. You joined, but you never were close enough to attack The One You Wanted. You were wounded early on. And now He was nothing. No more than dust.

But you felt more despair than comfort.

When the portals had opened, you’d turned, tears pricking your eyes as you scanned them. Loki would be there, you were sure of it. He’d find you. He had to. They knew what he meant to you - they knew to bring him back, too. You pushed through oncoming allies, looking for him. But with every new face you saw only made your heart sink further.

He wasn’t there.

He’d never be there again.

That realization dragged your hope away with it.

Now you’d made the preparations. Everything was laid out. You even left notes. Your friends would know it was nothing they’d done, because it wasn’t up to them. You didn’t blame anyone that was left. They hadn’t taken Loki from you, that Creature had. And carrying on without him? It was just all too much for you, now - you needed an escape.

But as soon as you closed the door of your room, intent on your next action, someone behind you spoke. With a jolt, you faced them.

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby charge you with crimes against the sacred timeline.”

You went agape. How did they get into your room? Officers of some sort, suddenly standing before you. A glowing orange door pulsated behind them.

This had to be a dream. Yes, you must be dreaming. Your mind was cooking up something bizarre in a last-ditch effort to pull you back to the land of the living. Not that it would matter. The gleaming sword on your bed held promise. You just had to reach it.

“What?!” Was all you could manage. One of the people moved forward, hand outstretched- Now this, this you could do. Life on Asgard trained you for combat. You grabbed them, leveraging your body weight to flip them over. But the other agent swung, hitting you with a baton-

Time stopped.

Or, slowed, to the point that you felt as though you were frozen in place, yet you listened as the one officer brushed themselves off, grumbling about Asgardians, while the one who hit you secured something around your neck.

“Let’s get her back.”

As you were escorted through the door, you turned and growled in your throat, arm outstretched to grab your sword - but as soon as you were through the door, it closed.

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The next minutes - hours? - were a blur. You were escorted through a strange place you didn’t recognize - you figured it must be the TVA your captors spoke of, whatever that was - but before you could ask any proper questions, you were tossed into a room. And another room. And another.

In fact, you had been to so many places that were all the same drab beige, and had your clothes removed and replaced with a horrific jumpsuit, you weren’t sure where you were until at last you were taken to a long room, flanked with booths. Down at the end of the room sat someone who was clearly a judge.

A trial. This was a trial.

So what in Odin’s name were you guilty of?

You were pushed onto a small podium, glaring up at your captor. You’d already tried to escape - but had been overpowered, the collar firmly around your neck offering no chance of liberation.

The woman before you, now clearly visible - or, part of her was, as most of her person was concealed behind the mountain of wood between you.

She was well-dressed. Professional. Her hair drawn back, her gaze stern. She looked like a leader, and practically radiated power.

But she was wrong. You were blameless. Why were you here?

“(Y/N) Lokiwife,” The judge spoke, gazing down her nose at you. “Or Leifdottir, if you prefer.”

Your glare didn’t waver.

She cleared her throat.

“You are charged with sequence violation seven-thirty forty-one. How do you plead?”

You sighed. “You must be mistaken. I have done nothing wrong.”

The judge tapped her pen against the paper below her.

“Are you guilty or not guilty?”

“Of a sequence violation, whatever that means? No. No, I am not. I was in my room, minding my own business, when your goons barged in and brought me here.” You clenched your jaw.

The judge smiled - a forced, strained sort of smile, where her teeth remained hidden behind her lips. You matched her expression with one just the same.

“Those goons, as you call them, were tasked with bringing a criminal,” She pointed the pen at you, “To justice. How. Do you. Plead?”

“Not guilty.” You hissed.

“I highly doubt-”

She was cut off by a new individual running over, whispering into her ear. The judge tensed. You saw her brow furrow, her jaw clench.

“Thank you.” Her voice was curt.

Silence hung over the courtroom as the other individual left.

The judge shook her head. “I sentence you as not guilty.” She took her gavel, pounding it in a swift, final motion.

Your breath caught in your chest. “Not guilty?”

“Yes, that’s what I said. Not guilty. I suppose this was all more for formality, anyway;” Renslayer motioned to the trial room and straightened a stack of papers, “You’re merely assurance.”

“Assurance for what exactly?”

“A mission.”

You felt like screaming. Everything was so vague, so mysterious - couldn’t they just let you go? Or else kill you and get it over with?

“Fantastic. Glad to know I can help your cause.” You sneered.

The judge raised a brow, then looked past you. “You’d better be right about this, Mobius.”

“Not to worry, I can handle it from here.”

A new voice sounded behind you. You whipped around to face it.

“Woah, hey there.” A man walked toward you, his hands raised. Wearing a suit - much like those you had seen on Midgard, yet somehow different - his short hair streaked silver, a mustache over his crooked-smile lips. Mobius. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“What do you want with me?” You glared, not moving from your place.

“Not one to trust easily. I get it. Listen, I’ve got someone you’ll want to see. But you need to trust me now, okay?”

He held his hands out, palms up. You looked at them. Then back at his face. His brows were raised, he seemed hopeful - expectant. You sighed through your nose, and took a wary step toward him.

“That’s better.” He looked at the judge, pointing at her. “I owe you one, Ravonna. I’m telling you - irreplaceable help, you gave today. Irreplaceable!”

The judge rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips.

Mobius turned to you. “Shall we?”

Your next journey was far more welcome. Mobius didn’t manhandle you, thank the Norns, though you did sense the eyes of surrounding agents on you. Agents, dressed in the same black armor as those who had fetched you. You stared ahead, avoiding their gaze.

“Where is this place?” Finally, you broke the silence.

“Where, not what?” Mobius answered, smirking.

“This is the TVA, whatever that means. But where is it?”

“You thinking of running away?”

You looked at him.

“Right. Of course you are.. Outside of space and time, if it matters.”

You raised a brow. “And I’m supposed to believe that?”

Mobius exhaled through his lips, chuckling softly. “Ideally, yeah.” The two of you walked through a corridor, apparently intent on a destination you had no idea about.

“Well- Well why am I here?” You stopped in your tracks. Mobius turned to face you, hands in his pockets. You continued, “The judge ruled me not guilty. Said I was assurance - assurance for what?”

“A mission.” Mobius spoke carefully. You narrowed your eyes.

“What?” He asked. “You weren’t exactly busy.”

“Actually, I was in the middle of something.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I was! I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be anywhere-” You stopped yourself. You felt heat rush to your eyes and nose, but forced yourself to swallow the knot in your throat. You couldn’t, wouldn’t break. Not here. Not in front of countless strangers.

You just wanted to go back to Loki, wherever he was. You didn’t care where.

Mobius watched you. “Come on, I think this will help.”

Giving him a look, you let your shoulders slump, then followed him. Felt your eyes go dull. When you reached a door flanked by two guards, which Mobius quickly dismissed, you straightened up.

Mobius turned to you. “Now, this is going to be a little weird, okay? But bear with me. Just, go with the process, laugh or cry or whatever you need. Got it?”

You stared at him. “I.. What are you even getting at? I told you, I don’t want to be here! I don’t want to be anywhere. I don’t want to be alive, I don’t care if it’s here, or on Earth, or anywhere else, I do not want it-”

Mobius sighed, placed his hand on the small of your back, and urged you into the room, shutting the door behind you. You gasped at the motion and moved to stop the door - but it shut with a resounding thud. Tears betrayed you, streaming down your face.

“Let me out!” You pounded your fist against the door, “I don’t want to be part of your sick game- Do you understand me? I have nothing to live for, nothing-”

“(Y/N)?” A quivering voice pulled you back to reality.

No, not just any voice.

That voice.

The voice you knew. The voice you missed.

You turned on the spot. Your body froze. There, before you, stood Loki.

“Loki?”

Loki rushed to you. You were frozen, staring up at him. Afraid to touch him. Afraid that if you dared to feel his embrace again he may disappear.

He looked familiar, but not the same as when you last saw him - thank the Norns for that.

No, he looked almost.. Younger? His hair was shorter, not so long nor so wavy as the tresses you remember playing with on the Statesman before He came.

And his clothes. The same as yours: a demeaning jumpsuit. They must’ve put him through all this, too.

What could he possibly be guilty of?

You looked at his face. Your vision, blurry, your body, shaking - you reached for him. He met you. His hand touched your face, cupping your cheek. You felt yourself sob without fully realizing, certainly not controlling it.

He was here. He was alive.

You broke. Melted into his touch, embracing him.

“My love.. Oh, my darling…” His arms enveloped you, his hand sliding to the back of your head, cradling it against his chest.

Your ear pressed to his body, you smiled past your tears, gripping his clothes as though he could disappear at any moment. But you could hear his heartbeat. You savored it, the rhythmic beat, which seemed to steady as you held him in turn. You wanted to stay in this moment forever.

“L-Loki, you.. You were gone,” your voice cracked, “You... He took you from me.”

“I know.” Loki kissed the top of your head, “I know, I saw it all.”

“You - what?”

Loki pulled away, gazing into your eyes, though never letting you go. He swallowed. “I saw it. All of it. My entire life, as it was, apparently, meant to be. I know what you had to endure.”

Tears formed in your eyes again.

“My love, I am so sorry.”

“N-No, I..” You cupped his face, hands stroking his cheeks. One of his hands found yours, and grasped it for him to press a kiss to your knuckles. You smiled. “I have you. You’re back, you’re alive, you…” You huffed a soft laugh and leaned in to kiss him. His lips met yours, and you could feel a tear from his cheek slide onto yours. He broke the kiss, pressing your foreheads together.

“I love you. I missed you terribly. Darling, I can’t express how good it is to see you,” he let himself grin, another tear squeezing out onto his cheek at the movement. He steadied himself, watching you with adoration shining in his eyes.

“I-I missed you too.. Norns, I.. I thought they would kill me or something.. I wished for it.” You swallowed.

Loki’s expression stayed composed, but you saw fear flash in his eyes. Pain. “I heard.”

“I.. I’m sorry-”

“No. You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s not your fault. Neither of us caused the pain we were put through, do you understand? And I am never leaving you again. Never.”

You stared into his eyes. Somehow, the surety with which he spoke seemed… Real.

He wasn’t leaving.

He’d never leave you again.

Silently, you nodded. “And I’ll never leave you.”

He smiled. “I know, my sweet. I know you never will. ”

You remained a moment, until the both of you calmed enough to part - now standing near each other, the tears ceasing.

You wiped the back of your hand across your cheek. “I can’t believe you’re real,” you joked, weakly, “You’re here.”

Loki smiled, letting out a small chuckle. He gave you another small, loving kiss.

“I’m here.”

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bingoluka · 3 years

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Need You

Summary: After a case gone wrong, and an injury left unattended, Loki realizes that even Gods need somebody.

Notes: Includes wound depiction and good ole' angst! Also a lil' Wowki but I'm a little bitch baby.

...

When he said it hurt like hell, it hurt like hell.

Each case tended to go wrong in its own unique and terrible way. Whether one of them leaves with a torn shirt and headache, or a deep gash and a broken spirit, one thing was certain; that Mobius and Loki looked out for each other.

Though, Loki would hardly admit he had grown quite fond of the man he called his partner.

Beyond that, he would hardly admit when he really, truly needed his help. He was independent, he knew this, and sometimes asking for the help or pity of another more than once seemed too much mental strain- for both him and whoever had the bad fortune of being alongside him. He hadn't realized the severity of the injury at the time, as a large piece of metal tore away at his abdomen while swimming from an impending tsunami. His magic had already begun to heal him, fixing the initial trauma while the freezing water numbed him.

He has assumed the blood in the water hadn't been his.

Now there he was, wandering aimlessly along the TVA corridors, wishing desperately he could lay his inhibitions to rest all the while sparing his friend the worry. Though, he knew it was unlikely.

The air felt cold against his skin, each step sending a fiery blast of pain across his stomach and up to his back. He grimaced. Pathetic, he thought to himself weakly. Who are you without your power?

"Loki? Loki!"

His voice sounded distant at first, so much he grew concerned he had never heard it at all. A sharp exhale left Loki's mouth as another pang sent shockwaves through his body.

"Oh no- oh no-!"

He stumbled, his legs crossing wildly over each other and he fell into the wall next to him. He began to sink to his knees, the pain becoming overpowering as he fought to stay present. How was it getting worse?

He realized then the wound no longer felt cold. It felt hot, burning as fresh blood spilled from the wound. Loki realized then how little healing had taken place.

"Loki? Hey, hey look at me."

Mobius's voice was soft, calming as it was fearful. Loki wanted to melt into the other, hide from the agony.

"I-I'm sorry," he gasped. "I thought it had healed- I thought- I thought it wasn't this bad-"

"Shh," he whispered, keeping a steady hand on Loki's back. "Loki, can you walk?"

Loki stopped for a moment, his eyes falling to the ground in shame. His breathing was already erratic, jumbling his thoughts and rationality to the point he wasn't sure of anything. He looked up at Mobius now, his eyes scanning his for a sign.

"Come on."

Loki hadn't realized how many people were there with them. Maybe it was adrenaline, or his partial loss of vision from the wound, either way, the voices began to filter in at that moment. Agents and hunters, some workers he had never seen all gathered around them. Mobius had taken one side, while a hunter had him on the other, leading him out of the hall when his body began to go limp. He fought against it, begging himself to stay upright just long enough to prove he was capable. But he wasn't, and they knew this. His knees buckled beneath him, sending both him and the other two staggering forward with an "oh-!"

He could feel them ease him to the ground, pain shooting through him again as he made contact with the floor- causing him to cry out.

"We need to address the wounds here," Mobius said, his voice sharp and heavy. "He's deteriorating, either we let him use magic or we heal him ourselves."

"We can't just let that happen, we have to be outside of the TVA," someone said. "We need to take him somewhere else."

As they spoke, others had taken to pressing against his wound to suppress the bleeding. At first, it was agony. But after a while, he felt a warmth come over his body, a peace he had never felt as the pain melted away. He knew it wasn't supposed to happen, Mobius frantically calling his name being a sure sign, but the relief was something he couldn't deny.

"Loki! Stay with us, come on-"

Before he slipped into sleep, the last thing he saw was Mobius over him, eyes wide and brimming with tears. God, he was tired. But he regretting falling asleep all the same.

...

"If I would've known he was hurt, I wouldn't have taken my eyes off him, what more is there to understand?"

Mobius looked at Renslayer for a moment. Defiance wasn't typically in his nature, though he'll admit his actions spoke otherwise. He was more a calm deviant, not driven by a harsh nature but rather a calm and collected one. She sighed, resting her pointer and thumb on the bridge of her nose.

"I know, I know. But we can't have events like that happen, Mobius. Half our team was distracted, imagine if the variant had struck then?"

"You know I respect you, Renslayer. I really do, I admire you and you know that. But this just seems wrong, he's still a person," Mobius said, frowning. "I know in the grander scheme of things we have a lot to worry about but I saw humanity out there. A collective force of good working toward an unspoken goal."

"Which is?"

"Making sure variant or not, we're taking care of each other."

...

Loki woke on the couch that night.

Wait, couch?

He had expected to still be on the floor. Though he knew Mobius would never, it wasn't out of the picture that another agent might let him stay on the ground. After all, they weren't too fond of him. He went to stretch, the sharp pains from his stomach stopping him in his tracks as he remembered why he was there.

The room was dark, dark enough that beyond his fixed point on the couch, Loki could hardly see a thing. A voice pierced the air, causing him to jump.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

As Loki realized who it was, he sank back into the couch.

"Fine," he mumbled. Mobius raised an eyebrow.

"Really? You didn't seem too fine back there when you were bleeding out in the halls of the TVA."

"Well, I was," Loki snapped, staring up at the ceiling. He realized how foolish he sounded, but at that point, he didn't care.

"Loki, what happened on that mission?" Mobius asked gently, ignoring the other's outburst. Loki sighed a bit, trying to shift his position.

"I didn't-" he cut himself off with a wince as he moved wrong, the pain burning at first, then turning into a dull ache. Mobius looked down at him worriedly.

"I didn't think it was that bad," he said hurriedly. "I was so cold from the water I didn't feel it. I just assumed the blood hadn't been mine."

It was grim. The idea of the blood in the water was so common for that moment, so anticipated that he had nearly bled out yet speculated it was from somebody else. It brought into focus the severity of even human apocalypses.

"But the blood," Mobius said, frowning. "I should have been able to see it on your shirt when we got back. I didn't see any."

"My magic had healed it for the most part," Loki said. "Just not enough. Once I returned it must've begun to reverse."

As Loki spoke, he noticed Mobius reaching for the hem of his shirt. He quickly blocked his hand with an offended "Hey." Mobius chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'm just trying to see it, come on."

"You don't need to," Loki glared. But of course his efforts didn't deter Mobius, who kept his steady gaze.

"Loki," he said gently. "Come on, let me see."

Loki sighed, wordlessly lifting the hem of his shirt to reveal the array of wounds, accented by the much larger wound that ran across the bottom of his abdomen. He heard Mobius's breath catch.

"Geez..." He murmured, gently brushing a finger across the uninjured skin, which even then was sore.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked sadly. Loki cast his eyes to the side.

"An unspoken rule amongst warriors in Asgard was to each their own. It wasn't uncommon to receive wounds in battle, it was seen as noble to keep them to yourself."

"Well, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," Mobius said with raised eyebrows. He added a hasty, "No offense."

"No, I agree. They were all morons," he said lightheartedly.

Mobius laughed now, bowing his head as he did so. Loki smiled a bit, still somewhat troubled by the pain but not enough to mention it.

"This is your apartment, then?" He said, trying to initiate conversation so Mobius wouldn't see as he began to sit up.

"Hey, not so fast," Mobius said, placing a hand on the small of Loki's back. "Your powers may be back, but you have a ways to go."

"I'm alright, really."

"I'm beginning to think that phrase holds less ethos each time I hear it."

Loki huffed, barely managing to sit all the way up. He looked around the room as his eyes adjusted. It was a small apartment, most of his items being placed in the living area. Books, dusty empty bottles, wooden furniture accented with water stains and loose change. The carpet was plush, he noticed, like something you would see from the nineties. It was all very cozy and welcoming.

"Sorry about the mess," he said, assuming that's what Loki had been looking at. "I didn't really have time to clean."

"Mess?" Loki frowned. "Mobius, you bring me into your home and you really assume I'm going to judge the state of it?"

"Well, to be fair, I don't get a lot of visitors," he smiled. "Now you need some rest, alright?"

If Loki had just an ounce more strength, he would've shot back some snarky response. This time, however, he found himself too tired to think of one, so instead, he flashed a quick smile.

"I'll be here if you need me."

If you need me.

Loki pondered on the words for a while. Maybe it was the way he said it, or the weariness finally catching up with him. Before he never would have admitted he need someone, much less someone with no relation to him. But in that darkened room he gathered he had a change of heart. As he felt himself slowly fading into the warm embrace of sleep, he felt a hand run across his head, gently brushing his unkempt hair back in a stroking motion. He wanted to open his eyes, to see Mobius, but he stayed still just long enough to hear the words,

"Glad you're alright, Lokes."

Before contently falling asleep.

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marvelmusing · 3 years

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Making Time

Mobius M Mobius x Reader

Part 3

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“Here we go.” You whisper, looking between Mobius and Loki, then up at Mount Vesuvius.

“Shh, any minute now.” Mobius adds.

“Until this entire town is wiped off the face of this planet. Imagine. All that volcanic ash-“ Loki starts.

“I know. We don't want to get too giddy.”

“Oh, come on! It's cool.”

“No, it is cool, but it's just not in good taste because...”

“They're all gonna die anyway.”

“I know. Now listen, I'm gonna watch the TemPad for any variance energy.” He says, pulling the device out from his pocket.

“Okay.”

“Okay, because we gotta be careful.”

“If you're wrong, and there's a good chance you are, anything we do can create a huge branch.”

“Oh, Mobius! You make even the end of the world sound boring.” Loki complains.

“Listen! Okay, we're not meant to be here.”

“And we don’t need Minutemen rushing here to arrest and delete us, okay?” You tell him. He nods,

“Okay.”

“Anything we do can impact the course of history. Do you get that?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“So we're gonna start with very small disturbances. Very small. Can you make bird noises?” You both frown at Mobius.

“Bird noises?”

“Yeah. Bird noises. Like some, like whooshing noises?” He begins to imitate a bird call. You roll your eyes,

“Moby? I was on the side of caution. But we’re going to need more than that.” Mobius continues his bird impressions to the disdain of Loki who groans and runs off.

“Loki!” You hiss. He doesn’t go far, standing on a nearby cart and proclaiming to the people of Pompeii that they are all going to die. On a positive note you’ve come up with a new scale to rate nexus events: starting with bird noises and ending with prophesying the future. Loki then decides to release a hoard of goats. Fantastic. Loki halts his Latin monologue to look over at you and Mobius for a fact check,

“We are from the future, right? What is the TVA? I mean, it's from the future. It sounds from the future. It's pretty futurey.” You’re about to answer him when you realise you don’t actually know. You’d always assumed the TVA just existed outside of time. Though you’re not sure how that would work. You’re about to ask Mobius when the volcano erupts. Loki then proceeds to have what looks like an existential crisis. “Nothing matters! Nothing has any consequence! Dance while you still can!” You lean over Mobius’s shoulder.

“How’s it going?” You ask, nodding towards his TemPad.

“I don't believe it. Zero variance energy. No branching in the timeline.” He tells you. Overhearing what Mobius says, Loki approaches you,

“The TVA would never even know we were here. If it were me, this is where I would hide.” A colossal cloud of ash rolls down the hillside, quickly approaching the three of you.

“Erm, Loki, bud?” You say, concerned that he hasn’t noticed. You point over his shoulder, “You got a little something-“

On your return to the TVA, the three of you head to the archives, searching for all naturally occurring disasters. Turns out there’s a lot of them. Mobius hands you a pile of events from before you existed, which you appreciated. Whilst you were curious about what happened to the world after you left it, you’re not too eager to see the long list of apocalypses. After what feels like hours of searching the three of you decide to take a break.

You and Loki are sat in one of the TVA cafeterias, waiting for Mobius to return with some food. Two hunters pass by your table, and you keep your gaze on the papers in front of you.

“Why do they look at us like that?” Loki asks suddenly. You look up at him.

“Like what?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed. You and Mobius don’t get the looks that you and I get.” He observes. You sigh,

“That’s because when it’s me and you, they see two Variants possibly plotting to overthrow the TVA.” That shocks Loki.

“You’re a Variant.” He states, and you nod,

“I was set to be deleted, until Mobius stepped in and saved me.”

“You must be very grateful to him.”

“I am.”

“So you believe in the all powerful lizards which dictate the existence of trillions of people?” You smirk, looking down at the papers in your hand.

“I didn’t say that.” You glance up at him, recognising the look on his face immediately. He was scheming. “Look Loki, I may not be a hundred percent loyal to the TVA, but I am to Mobius.”

“Mobius, who is a part of the TVA, who you don’t fully trust. How can you know he has your best interests at heart?”

“I don’t. I’m just hoping, that he does.” Mobius soon joins the two of you. After a brief discussion about jet skis the conversation quickly turns far too philosophical for your poor ‘I’ve just read about a million case files’ brain.

“I don't get hung up on believe or not believe. I just accept what is.” Mobius says with a sigh. Loki looks at him incredulously.

“Three magic space lizards?” Mobius nods,

“Time-Keepers.”

“Created the TVA, and everyone in it?” Mobius nods again. “Including you?”

“Including me.”

“But not me.” You add. Loki laughs softly,

“Every time I start to admire your intelligence, you say something like that.”

“Okay, who created you, Loki?” Mobius asks.

“A Frost Giant of Jo

“And who raised you?”

Odin of Asgard.

Odin, God of the Heavens. Asgard, mystical realm, beyond the stars. Frost Giants. Listen to yourself...

It's not the same. It's completely different. No. It's not the same.

It's exactly the same thing. Because if you think too hard about where any of us came from, who we truly are, it sounds kinda ridiculous. Existence is chaos. Nothing makes any sense, so we try to make some sense of it. And I'm just lucky that the chaos I emerged into gave me all this... My own glorious purpose. Cause the TVA is my life. And it's real because I believe it's real. “Fair enough. You believe it's real.”

“Yeah.”

“So everything is written. Past, present, future. There's no such thing as free will.”

“Well, I mean, you know, it's an oversimplification...”

“But practically, yes.” You say, not wanting to hear the in-depth workings of the timeline.

“So, in fact, in a way, us three here at the TVA, we're the only ones who are actually free.”

“Where are you going with this, Loki?”

“How does it all end?”

“That's a work in progress.”

“Those lazy Time-Keepers. What are they waiting for?”

“Au contraire. Because while we protect what came before, they're toiling away in their chamber, untangling the epilogue from its infinite branches.”

“So when they're finished, what happens then?”

“So are we. No more nexus events. Just order. And we meet in peace at the end of time. Nice, right?”

“Do we get to live in peace or do we just disappear because we aren’t needed anymore?” You ask, suddenly concerned that he mentioned the end of time. Loki continues his own questions,

“Only order?” Mobius hums in response. “No chaos? It sounds boring.”

“I'm sure it does to you.” Loki suddenly changes the subject,

“You called me a scared little boy.”

“I called you a lotta things.”

“You did. You're wrong, though. You see, I know something children don't.”

“What's that?”

“That no one bad is ever truly bad. And no one good is ever truly good.” Well that was deep. Mobius looks down at the table in front of him.

“Scared little boy.” He repeats.

“Yes, it was quite patronizing. I thought it was a bit too far, actually.” Loki admits. Mobius looks up, an idea dawning on his face.

“You're very clever.” He tells Loki as he stands up.

“I know.” Loki makes a ‘well obviously’ face as you stand and follow Mobius as he makes his way to the archive.

“The Variant left something behind at an old crime scene. A cathedral. A candy box. An obvious anachronism. I gave it to Analysis, but they couldn't find anything real.”

“Why does that matter?” Loki asks. Mobius unlocks a box on a nearby shelf, before opening it up.

“Cause now we have two variables. Apocalyptic natural disasters and... Kablooie.” He pulls out the candy box.

“What's that?”

“Candy. Do you have candy on Asgard?”

“Yeah. Grapes, nuts.”

“No wonder you're so bitter.”

“There’s a massive vending machine near Renslayer’s office. One time, I’ll buy you one of everything.” You tell Loki as the two of you sit down at your desk. Mobius returns with a huge stack of files.

“Okay. Kablooie was only sold regionally on Earth from 2047 to 2051. All ya gotta do is cross-reference that with every apocalyptic event.” The three of you sit, sorting through the files for sometime. Mobius looks up at you,

“Anything?”

“Well, it's not the climate disaster of 2048.” You tell him, flicking the page over.

“Or the tsunami of 2051.” Loki adds.

“Let's go. Let's go. Come on.”

“2050. The extinction of the swallow. Is that a thing?”

“We killed off the swallows?” You stare at Loki. “How the hell did that happen?” Mobius shrugs,

“Completely screwed up the ecosystem.”

“Krakatoa erupted in 2049 as well. No Kablooie.”

“God, it's just one damn thing after another, isn't it? Cyclone, famine, volcanoes, floods...” Mobius lists, and you can’t help but agree.

“Got him. That's where he is.” Loki pulls open a case file before offering it to you and Mobius. The two of you peer at the papers inside.

“Alabama, 2050.” You read aloud. Loki looks at you both, seeming rather pleased with himself. Mobius grins,

“You're gonna take my job if I'm not careful.”

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ellestra · 3 years

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Time to burn

I have suspected TVA was evil from the beginning and the way they would punish people for braking the rules they had no way of knowing even existed was proof enough. If something as mundane as being late for work make you pruned it hardly seem fair. But back then it seemed like pruning was just death. It turns our it much more horrifying than that. The TVA just dumps them to trash - out of sight, out of mind - so they can eaten by a monster that sucks out the time of their bones leaving only ruins behind. Everyone they prune and all who are in the range of reset charge just fed to Alioth or cannibals or, I suppose, dying of hunger. They feed people to a monster to get rid of them. That's evil. That whole place is evil.

At least the ones like Ravonna Renslayer who know and still value status quo over the truth. She always knew what happens after pruning. She knew she was sending countless beings into horrific deaths. And even after she learns that Time Keepers are a lie and the whole building a paradise of that garbage heap is bunk she wants to bury the truth. Sure she wants to know what the TVA is really about and who created it but not to rock the organisation. She is in power here and she doesn't want to rock the boat. This system works for her so she wants to stop anyone from disrupting it. After all she's not the Variant being chased to death and that all that matters.

This is a contrast to other TVA agents who learn the truth. Even if she didn't know before Ravonna learnt for Hunter C-20 they were all Variants but she just buried it with her. But Hunter B-15 and Mobius react to the horrifying realisation that they've been lied to and have been used to abused others with wanting to make up for it. That's the difference between the good and evil. Unlike Ravonna they don't hide their crimes - they tries to atone for them. B-15 helps Sylvie and loki fight the Time Keepers and uncover how deep the lie goes. And Mobius tries to save as many of the very people he prosecuted before as he can. And most importantly he apologises. He apologises to Sylvie for his role in helping TVA hunt her.

Because even when you did something bad in error - because you were lied to and indoctrinated - the people you hurt are still hurt. This is the difference to someone like Grant Ward who hid behind excuses and blaming others and someone like Mobius and Loki himself. I've seen so many people just going on about how all Loki did was the fault of his upbringing and Odin and he's just hurt but he is still the one who did it. His childhood can be an explanation of the person he became but it's not a justification. Hurting people (from trying to kill Thor to all the people on Earth) was still on him. And we see in this series that he doesn't try to justify it so don't do it for him. This is the big part of the growth - taking responsibility.

I often complain about lack of accountability in Marvel stories - especially from superheroes themselves - and it was really nice to see the characters taking time to try to make up for their mistakes at least in the TV series.

It's nice that let us see both sides of it in Lokis. They are all burdened with such mistakes and we see how those who learnt nothing from it keep repeating the same mistakes even as that brings them closer to annihilation. Those who learnt from their mistakes get a chance to show their growth. Something TVA tried to take away from them. Another one of that organisation's crimes.

And it looks like each Loki got there in their own way proving that their improvement wasn't all that unlikely as there were many paths leading to it. Kid Loki killed his Thor and I'm pretty sure that was one of Loki pranks going wrong. We see it in our main Loki's face when he hears that. In many ways Loki has always been a lot like Nebula. For all the talk about killing the sibling it was always more about wanting to be noticed and appreciated as equal. The main thing about all those attempts to kill was that they were not supposed to succeed. How can you gloat to them if their dead? They just wanted to win. So I think the reason Kid Loki helps other Lokis is to have a replacement sibling for the one he lost. Someone to hang with and not try to kill. It turns out the killing wasn't really that fun.

I'm not sure what makes Alligator Loki care besides pool and wine but if I had to guess it's him having Kid Loki and willing to kill everyone in the room even looking at him the wrong way.

Even though the Classic Loki is prone to fatalism of their inability to change we can see that he already did. He hangs with the Kid and Alligator without betraying them so he can have the companionship he missed. He saves them when push comes to shove. And in the end he also saves Sylvie and main Loki and the day. He was the hero already. He just didn't believe in himself.

But the part that really made me irrationally upset is that Old Loki never got to reunite with his Thor. He blamed himself for all the bad things that happened and let Thor believe he died. And when he tried to reconnect TVA came. All I could think at that scene was Thor during the Infinity War and Endgame - completely devastated by that loss and never learning he isn't alone. Neither of them even knowing how much the other missed them. It makes me so angry.

This is TVA crime I cannot forgive. As Loki has said it the first episode and as Mobius promised to help with back then burn the whole place. Now Loki has given him that spark and it's time to burn it all down.

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Episode 6 reaction

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Whoa boy! Yet again that did NOT go in the direction I expected! Overall I really enjoyed that and I’m excited to see what happens next. I can’t believe they left us on a cliff hanger like that!!! I do kinda hope this opens the door to Loki getting to be in the films with Wanda and Dr Strange at some point in the future (I want my magic trio!), but I don’t know if they’ll go there. I keep feeling like they’ll do almost anything but allow him to interact with the Avengers! Lol

So there’s no particular pattern to these thoughts… here we go…

I’m heartbroken for Loki that he lost Mobius in this. Mobius not recognising him just… agh! Can he catch a break?! I guess that makes sense of the odd sense of finality when they hugged goodbye in the last episode. And this comes after he loses Sylvie too. Very different circumstances, but he’s filled with this sense of urgency that they must fix the timeline and then all of a sudden the people he trusts to help him are all just… gone!

That moment when Loki first returns to the TVA. That was heart breaking! While I still don’t buy into the romantic relationship Tom sure can act, and this was so well done. You could see him take a moment to grieve then pull himself together for the greater good – to save the universe. Soul crushing. Ooof.

So yeah, damn. They were going for the romance. *rolls eyes* Ah well. At least I’d had a few weeks to prepare myself. :/

And they went the route of Sylvie betraying our Loki. Now that was interesting. It was something that I really didn’t want to happen, but I actually came out of this thinking that was quite well handled. I thought the idea that they would disagree over the approach to take was quite a good idea. It gave them an opportunity to dig deeper into the differences between these two characters. And I liked that it was a difference born out of their traumatic experiences. I think there’s going to be tons of meta on why Sylvie and Loki made their choices in that moment, and I LOVE that (as of right now – who knows what I’ll think in the morning) I feel like there is actually something to dig in to there, like it wasn’t completely shallow. It wasn’t some stupid repetition of the what’s almost a joke now Loki wants to rule line. And I liked that our Loki was the one who saw the grey areas and wanted some time to analyse it, he wasn’t just hot-headedly set on killing. And I liked that he finally seemed to have some backbone, some drive.

I was wondering where they were going to find some drama from when I saw that the head of the TVA was some new character (who I have to assume is Kang since online is full of how he’s the next big bad). Like how was that going to mean anything to me? Especially when so much of that scene was Loki and Sylvie sitting there listening. (I did love the identical postures with swords across their laps though. 😊) But this worked for me.

And I really thought for a moment they were going to have Sylvie kill Loki. How sad is that that the experience of IW and Endgame has made me fear for the lead character’s life so frickn’ much! Ugh!

One thing that I can see that may have been a problem for some people, and possibly me after I’ve had some more time to think about this, is that the finale had a lot of focus on setting up the next step in the MCU. Now while this is great, especially if it enables Loki to actually participate in events, it does sort of take away from the characters. At this point, for me though, the conflict between Loki and Sylvie worked enough to satisfy me. And then the mad tumble to the end where we get revelation top of revelation was exciting and a very energised way to ‘end’ the episode. But it is definitely NOT any sort of resolution.

And omg what are we going to do knowing where Loki’s at right now for the next months? Years? Till the next season comes out!? Lol

One thing I am grateful for, and again I think it’s a sign of my super low expectations regarding Loki’s treatment, is that I am glad that Loki seems to be relevant to things again. It’s felt so much like they’re trying to ease him out of the universe, so the fact that they wanted to make a second season when they very clearly didn’t need to does make me feel good on behalf of Loki, and Tom.

I felt like Loki had the opportunity to be a little more like my Loki in this episode. Particularly some of his responses while talking to Kang. And I think this just goes to illustrate the point that in the earlier films we’ve seen a lot of time where Loki is in very serious and high stakes situations. And the way this sets up what feels like some big action to come makes me hope that perhaps he might get the chance to be a bit more of that characterisation of Loki in whatever he shows up in the future in.

So, what happened to those shots of Loki in Stark Tower and in Asgard? I am terribly confused. They weren’t in there, right? I didn’t somehow miss them, did I? I thought, when we saw Miss Minutes and her offer, that they might have been moments shown to Loki to entice him to take up the offer. I’m a little disappointed because I was really looking forward to seeing Asgard and Loki in his Asgardian gear again. Did they maybe cut them out for time or some other reason? Were they pieces they filmed pre-pandemic and then decided against using later? If so, why was it in the poster? *shrug*

So no new Loki outfit. ☹ No new Loki powers. ☹ I still feel like the various hints in Episode 5 about Loki’s power really were leading to something and we haven’t (yet?) seen it play out.

Having said that, from the perspective of the end of the season, it now feels like the whole season was a bit of a lull, and bit of a time for Loki to learn about himself (and I would say ‘grow’ but all the talk of Loki ‘growing’ in Ragnarok have made me slightly allergic to that phrase lol), almost as though this is the set up for him to take on something bigger. I dunno. It probably isn’t, it never seems to be, but I plan to enjoy the next however-many-months we have imagining the possibilities.

I liked that Mobius got to have a conversation with Renslayer. That he called her out on all the nice things she’d said but didn’t mean. To me he’s one of those people who it feels worse to have disappointed at you than angry. I also like that he tried to stop her rather than letting her go for some old feeling of friendship or some cliché like that.

So that’s what that pen was all about. So is that a version of Renslayer that Renslayer is protecting? I’m not sure I followed? Or is it just a variant that B-15 found? If so, then why does TVA!Renslayer have the pen?

I get they were going for disarming, contrasting, and just a little mad, but I didn’t particularly like Kang. It’ll be interesting to see how he plays out in the films etc.

I’m here for the multiverse, though!

So, did Sylvie push our Loki into a different multiverse? Does each one have it’s own TVA? Is that a variant Mobius? Or is this some sort of ripple effect that’s changed the course of history, even in the TVA? Questions!!

My list of negative things hasn’t changed much since episode 3 really. I’m still sad that Loki’s characterisation is so different, that they haven’t addressed his time with Thanos or his pain from being Jotun, that he still hasn’t used a lot of magic, and that he never got to see Frigga again. And mostly that he really didn’t seem to be driving the action at all for most of the season. So I think I’m likely to be both happy with this show and disappointed, and apparently completely able to hold both these opinions in my head at the same time. The characterisation and the romance seem to be things I can become more comfortable with on repeated viewings.

I maybe a hopeless fool for Loki, but him having his heart broken and then being thrown into dramatic universe ending peril within the space of two minutes works for me. lol Poor Loki.

Right, that’s enough for me. I look forward to reading other’s thoughts.

Tagging a few folks: @iamanartichoke @scintillatingshortgirl19 @sparklegemstone @pinkpondofasgard @thelightofthingshopedfor @piccolaromana

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If The Sun Should Tumble From The Sky Sylki; T+; 1.8k Words

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The Ark collapsed, rending the sky with pink fire. The sound was deafening, and then there was no sound at all, and Loki stood transfixed. He wondered, once again, if he’d deluded himself. Had he really thought they might make it? Believed they had a chance? Had fighting his way to the massive ship been an act of desperation or pure insanity?

Haltingly, his breath caught up to him, as he gathered himself from the brain down: his neck, his chest, his belly, his legs; Loki came back together piece by piece, and then he could finally move.

He turned and saw vacant air where Sylvie had been, and his blood ran cold. Loki kept turning, circling the street, his eyes pointed down before he dared to look up. The possibility that she’d already been crushed by a chunk of the planet was, unfortunately, entirely possible. He’d just seen hundreds die at once. The two of them were going to die, too. What if he was already alone?

But no rocks had fallen on the little plaza where he stood and Sylvie wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Loki’s eyes narrowed on the way they’d come, the trail they’d blazed. He began walking back. There was no other way out. If she’d gone this way, he’d find her. And if he didn’t, then maybe it was for the best that she finished her life in some semblance of peace, without him.

Loki passed the rubble beneath the building he’d thrown back into place and stopped for a second, knowing he didn’t have a second to spare, but the feat deserved a moment of brief reflection.

“How the fuck did I manage to do pull that off?” Loki muttered, reflectively.

Then, it was through the bar. The cloak Sylvie had dropped wasn’t anywhere to be seen. It was possible she’d picked it up as she passed, Loki theorized, but maybe someone had scurried it off into the alleyway, keeping warm during their last few minutes of existence.

The air was neither warm nor cold, actually; damp, but somehow light, like walking through mist. Although breathing too deeply caused Loki to cough, so maybe what he felt was the ash in the air.

A single, lonely drink stood on one of the bar tables. Loki picked it up and threw it back, not caring what it was as long as it did the job. He tossed the glass over his shoulder as he went outside and down the steps. He could see the entrance tunnel, now. The fires in the trash cans were still burning. The city would be flattened before anything else put them out.

That was when he saw Sylvie’s footprints for the first time—the only markings leading out of a city where everyone else had been rushing in. Loki followed the trail down the hill, into the valley of the mine. Finally, he saw her, sitting on a large piece of debris that had cracked into two, staring in the direction of the falling planet, although not actually looking at it. Her gaze was falling somewhere else. Somewhere beyond.

Loki sat down on the other piece of rock, realizing that he was selecting the spot where he was going to die. And that Sylvie was sitting where she was going to die. And it was all his fault.

She looked noble, sitting like that, facing the falling planet with her chin tilted up. An Asgardian quality, possibly.

A deep ache in Loki’s chest began to spread outward.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She had every right to hit him—again. Every right to draw the sword on her hip and run him through. Instead, Sylvie nodded. There was no anger in her gaze, at least none directed at him, just resolution and grim acceptance of her fate. She’d known she’d been playing with fire. She’d wanted to burn down the TVA. Exploding along with it had always been a risk.

Loki had to turn away for a moment, as looking at her quickly became agonizing. It had never been his intention to bring them here. In reality, he hadn’t really known what he was doing. He’d seen an opportunity, made up a plan, and pushed EXECUTE on the TemPad.

He’d only wanted to put distance between himself and Renslayer. Taking Sylvie along hadn’t been accidental, but it was secondary to his plan—although when he’d dropped through the Doorway and onto that bed, and realized that she was beside him, Loki’s first thought was that he’d done something right . Safely hidden within an apocalypse, they’d be free to talk, and talking to Sylvie was, somehow, going to solve all his problems. One way or another, it was going to get him in front of the Time Keepers.

But now, Loki couldn’t think of a damn thing worth saying.

“I remember Asgard,” said Sylvie. “Not much, but I remember. My home, my people, my life…”

His eyes flicked back to her, locking in, now unable to look away as she calmly shared the story of her life—a surprisingly short tale for someone who must have been born the same time as he, though what did Loki know? And maybe the story wasn’t short, it was just heartrendingly succinct: a life spent running. A sad, lonely life, narrowly escaping death after death, teaching herself how to grow up, how to use magic. Entirely self-taught. Alone. Surviving among the damned and the doomed.

No attachments. No family. Just Sylvie.

Loki shook his head, sick to his stomach as thought about his pampered life. For centuries, he’d had a family, a home, and whether they’d ever truly been his seemed like a moot point, in light of his approaching death. He’d had good things at his disposal. He’d had comfort. He’d never actually wanted for anything, even if none of it had satisfied him.

Though he supposed that meant, ultimately, that he’d only been as lonely as Sylvie.

A sizable rock landed in the pool of mining refuse water before them, sizzling and smoking before it sank. There were so many rocks above them that it was impossible to see the stars. The pink sky, which Loki had thought rather beautiful before, had bled out all it’s loveliness.

And yet, Loki couldn’t help but marvel at the drama of everything unfolding, fire-trails of meaning in the midst of chaos, of death arriving in slow motion. Every other death in his life had been sudden and swift, though time was little more than a construct now.

Loki’s brow tightened. How could the TVA watch this moment unfold again and again and treat it like plastic spinning in a snow globe? Something to toy with, or to set on a shelf?

He wondered if Mobius was looking for him, or if he had deluded himself into thinking the man cared. Even if he had, surely all that good will had dried up once he saw Loki run through the Doorway after Sylvie. Not that Loki could blame him for that, he supposed. It had just been...difficult to watch the betrayal splash across Mobius’s face.

Though it was possible he’d imagined that, too, Loki conceded; maybe Mobius had never trusted him. But Sylvie had. After ruining her plan and getting into a drunken brawl and breaking her TemPad, she’d still voiced her trust, as though her understanding of his motives was instinctive and innate. They’d become a team without realizing it.

“Do you think what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we’re destined to lose?” asked Sylvie, interrupting his thoughts.

Loki almost chuckled at that. Almost. He was beginning to think what made a Loki a Loki was that they were the only beings capable of understanding one another.

“No,” he said, after a moment. “We may lose. Sometimes painfully. But we don’t die. We survive.”

It wasn’t an attempt at comfort. They were going to die. Imminently. Mobius wasn’t about to burst out of a Doorway and rescue them. The TVA had no idea where they were, and even if they did, perhaps it was better to die here, somewhat free. Not alone.

Death and failure weren’t the same thing. Sylvie hadn’t lost, she’d left her mark. She was noble and brave, and Loki was glad to have met her on the last day of his life.

“I mean, you did,” he said. “You were just a child when the TVA took you, but you nearly took down the organization that claims to govern the order of time. You did it on your own. You ran rings around them. You’re amazing!”

The pitch of his voice shot up with exuberance as Sylvie turned her gaze away from the falling rocks and upon him. She looked as though she might cry, her puckish, pretty face contorting as the words rose to his lips faster than they could move. Loki could feel himself smiling. His swelling sensation in his chest was physical, too.

It was as though something good within him was lifting up and spilling out, and for once, there was no reason to hide it.

Loki hadn’t realized how close they’d drifted toward one another until her hand touched his arm. He looked down, startled to his core. Her fingers were clammy. She smoothed them across his skin, soft as a feather. He hadn’t realized Sylvie could be so gentle, nor had he realized it about himself.

The muscles in Loki’s belly fluttered all at once. At once, he lifted his eyes, only to be distracted by a pair of enormous rocks finally breaking the atmosphere and crashing into the mountainous wall of the mine. It exploded in fire, pushing the dirt like a wave crashing toward them.

Instinctively, Loki reached for Sylvie’s little hand. She took it and held it tightly.

This was it. This was the end.

But Loki had already seen his end. He’d been killed so many times that he’d lost track. What need did he have to see it again?

He wanted to look at Sylvie instead. If he got to choose the last thing he saw, he wanted it to be her, bathed in pink light.

Loki reached for her other hand and she allowed him to take it. He didn’t feel he deserved someone to hold on to, and especially not Sylvie, but maybe he didn’t deserve death, either. Sylvie certainly didn’t.

He wanted to kiss her goodbye.

But he dared not move. From the corner of his eye, he began to see the dust closing in. They only had seconds. Looking at her was enough. His heart thundered, full of terror and some sort of delusional hope.

And he counted himself among the lucky, the impossibly fortunate, that his last moment alive should be such a perfect one.

That was when a pair of Doorways opened.

And Mobius rushed out.

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DEBRIS AND MISERY

THE A-TEAM ; PART 7 / ?

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 3.3k SUMMARY: Now stranded on Lamentis with two of the worst variants, you find it difficult to decide whether Loki is potentially empathetic to others around him. A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in awhile and for posting this slow-moving and kinda uneventful chapter but I promise you, it’s vital for the next chapter as it explains a few things. Please tell me what you think so far and maybe theories? (idk if yall have any lol) gif from this gifset by @kamalaskhans WARNINGS: Swearing. Loki being a jerk. Loki and Sylvie support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERPOST ; MASTERLIST

Vertigo strikes you more often than you enjoy. The sensation of everything that encompasses, spinning in tandem with your mind. It’s the work you deal with that constantly sends your brain reeling because the complexity of time travel and time itself sometimes becomes too much to handle. Yet, this isn’t vertigo caused by an existential crisis. It’s nausea from the throbbing gash on your cheek and the numbness of your entire face from the fall through the time door.

For a split second, as your body surges through the door in mid-air, you have a vision, a series of flashing images—crimson eyes blinking before you, the sea, the Sun and fire.

Then, it’s gone and you land with a loud thump.

Your head hurts. Your face hurts. Everything hurts.

A groan escapes your lips, muffled with your face to the ground. You attempt to seize yourself up but immediately halt as your hand seems to come into contact with a shirt-like material. Too soft for it to be the ground unless you are on a mattress. Nothing seems to make sense anyway because a second ago, you had a knife to your throat and another, you are falling.

Deciding that maneuvering in the darkness of your shut eyes isn’t going to give you answers, they flutter open, adjusting to the lightness and hues of your surroundings. Then, every muscle of yours freezes with the realization that it is not the ground you had landed on as you meet another’s eyes with the same stricken gaze, staring back at you. Loki, in a rather unfortunate position, lays beneath you.

Momentarily, time passes like a goddamn laggard.

You can hear and feel every ragged breath he takes. Suddenly, you find yourself swallowing.

What a great time to stab him in the chest if you had a knife right now.

Yet, the moment passes as the tension severely thickens and your anxiety starts to creep onto you with the sudden awareness of your unknown surroundings. Purplish hues can never be good. You continue to seize yourself up in the effort to get back on your feet albeit legs feeling weak when you unceremoniously jab his rib with your elbow and you hear Loki wince from below you.

“Woman! Why are your elbows so sharp?!” Loki shrieks through a series of grunts. In a swift movement, his hands are on either side of your shoulders, shoving you off him. You land hard on your back, head slamming onto something metallic as it clangs with the impact. You groan, hand flying to your head as you eye the God with sharp eyes. “Ow!” you yell but then hear the same exclamation echo from another’s lips—the fugitive variant. You seemed to have kicked her in the knee.

In your peripheral vision, there’s a certain glint that catches your eyes. It’s the tempad, sitting idly amongst the dark gravel. Before you could even begin to pull yourself up from the ground, you are being hauled once more as the blonde climbs over you to reach for the device. But, Loki is quick to grab her by the foot, yanking her away with force.

“Get off my foot!” she growls as Loki attempts to make an expeditious crawl towards the device. He manages to snag it but, the Goddess hoists his head onto a nearby desk with a loud clang.

She already has it within her grasp as you’re struggling to lift yourself.

“Goodbye, variants.” she spits, voice course. If it weren’t for your throbbing migraine and the sting from the open wound along your cheek, you would have properly realized she referred to you as a variant. Well, she’s not wrong to a certain extent.

Yet, she’s still here and no timedoor appears.

“You’re outta juice!” Miss Minutes’ American Southern accent mechanically echoes from the tempad in an almost eerily way followed by repetitive low beeps. You watch her repeatedly stab the screen with slightly wide panicked eyes. “It’s not working,” she says, expression growing anxious with every passing minute.

Loki manages to gracefully stand on his own two feet, even after a brutal hit to his skull, and unexpectedly bends over to you and offers an outstretched hand. You don't say anything, taking it as he hauls you up with a hand to your back as leverage. In an attempt to steady yourself, you instinctively grab his shoulder

Then, you find yourself being yanked by the sleeve and a knife to your throat once again.

She has a scowl imprinted on her face, eyes blazing with frustration and rage.

“Give me your tempad,” she snarls, face close to yours. You can feel the edge of the knife grazing your neck with every inhale. A nervous laugh escapes your lips, eyeing the shine of the blade. “Do you really want to do that?”

For a moment, her face falls, yet it’s gone the next second. She pushes the blade closer. If you breathe, there’s going to be blood. “Give me your tempad or I’ll slice your throat,” she threatens and with your erratic heart pounding in your chest, you manage to cry out.

“I don’t have a tempad!”

“She doesn’t have a tempad!”

You and Loki exclaimed synchronically and shared a look. As far as you were concerned, only Renslayer and Mobius knew about the confiscation of your tempad because it was embarrassing enough to be the only analyst to be called to court. You have so many questions but right now, you should be thinking about how your one slash away from being decapitated.

You feel his grip on your back tighten and within a split second, everything changes around you.

Your surroundings have changed, her knife is no longer on your neck. Magically, you have been transported across the room, facing her back. Loki releases his hold on you and shoves the blonde to the side as she tumbles into a storage shelf.

Your stomach churns unannounced, feeling like the floors are spinning below you as you try to wrap around the fact that you were on the other end of the room a while ago and now you’re here. Transportation or whatever the hell it was, made your insides feel like it's about to spew out of your mouth.

“Never do that again,” you groan, holding your abdomen. Meanwhile, Loki has plucked the tempad from the ground and the other doesn’t seem to want to take the hint that fighting isn’t going to do any good to the situation.

“Just give it back to me. You don’t even know how to recharge it.”

“Well, I do.” you chirp and she eyes you with a scowl. “And so does he. You’re not the only tech-savvy Loki.”

“Don’t call me that!”

You and Loki shoot a bewildered look her way.

“Tech-savvy?”

You swing your head to look at the God who shares an expression equivalent to your own, silently raising the only reasonable question at the moment: What the fuck?

Once again, both of your minds seem to be working in tandem as the two of you echo the same question at the same time like two peas in a fucking pod.

“No. A Loki.” Her gaze shifts between the two of you as she shifts in her stance ready to pounce. Yet, as she does, you see that flicker of green magic appear. In a blink of an eye, the tempad disappears. You suddenly grow worried.

“Loki, where’s tempad?—”

“So, you’re just fully a magician then?” The blonde cuts you off with a mocking tone, snarl directed towards Loki. You watch how his shoulders stiffen at her words.

“Fine. For my next trick,” from his grasp emerges a pair of daggers. “I’ll make you disappear.”

“Woah, Woah. Okay. Now, hang on—” as you were forcing yourself between the two, a shot of flame whizzes just about an inch away from your face, from above. You yelp at the sudden streak of fire right before your eyes as you watch it extinguish to nothing once it hit the ground. The three of you stagger back at the surprise of it.

“Is that one of your powers?”

“Where did you send us?”

Curiosity gets the better of you as you crouch down to inspect the hole in the ground. There are chunks of rock with pieces of dull metallic material amongst the debris. You recognize it in the way it shines under the light that beams through from above—it’s Iridium.

You know exactly where you are.

“You have got to be fucking me.”

Abruptly standing, your hands fly up to hold the sides of your head, face morphing to sheer horror, eyes are wide and breaths deepened. The two Lokis stare at you with slightly anxious looks. You attempt to pull back the wisps of your hair that caress your bloody and bruised cheeks to try and diffuse the growing panic and anger sizzling in your chest.

You feel compressed, stuffy. It doesn’t help when you have two pairs of eyes staring you down while you have a meltdown. So, with the turn of your heel, you trudge out of what you finally figured to be one of the fleets of tents as part of a relief camp. The two variants trail behind you.

A sky filled with light bursts and streaks of asteroids and planetoids. In the foreground, the planet Lamentis grows immensely, its structure severely fractured. The collapse of Lamentis is the ultimate apocalypse and the three of you might as well be dead by now. The ground beneath you rumbles as asteroids shoot towards you from above like flaming arrows. Your head begins to throb all over again at the apocalyptic sight.

“You idiot! This is Lamentis-1!” You hear the woman scream as Loki bickers back. “I don’t know what that means!”

You whip your head to the two of you, teeth-gritting and nose flared—you’re practically seething. “We’re on a moon and that planet is about to crash into and destroy all of us! No one makes it out of here and it’s your fault we’re stranded here!” Your anger is directed towards the two but Loki very well knows it’s specifically him. He swallows, attempting to hide his sudden guilt. “So, fuck you. Fuck both of you—”

“Oh, isn’t that just fantastic—”

“Watch out!”

The woman hollers and suddenly, you are being pushed aside as a meteorite darts, punctuated by a screech that makes your ears ring. Then, you find yourself being guided by firm grips to your arms, dragging you as the three of you sprint across the area. You seek temporary shelter under a tanker, crouching behind its tire. The two variants continue to bicker but to you, their voices are muffled as all you hear is intense ringing.

The fugitive variant abruptly stands, extending her finger to a rundown mining shack. “There!” and once again, much to your feet’s dismay, you’re sprinting through a goddamn warzone. From experience, you know you’re not a fast runner—the whole physicality to it just doesn’t match up to your capabilities. So, you trail behind them, struggling to catch up yet, despite your efforts, the universe tends to play your enemy once again as a meteorite strikes you in the arm.

You collapse to the ground and your right ear starts to ring again, louder than before. You don’t hear your shrill scream, cutting through the noise of the eruptions—it’s just a high-pitched tone drumming in your ears and the excruciating pain burning in your arm.

Loki appears before you, barking words you can’t hear. All you do is grip your arm, pressing into the wound. There’s definitely blood, you feel it surging within your fingers. Indefinitely, you feel his hand sharply tug at the crook of your unhurt arm, hauling you up to stand. His other arm curls around your back, pulling you with him in an attempt to make a run for it towards the shack. Overhead, you see her running, whipping her head around to glance at you. She looks afraid.

The ringing finally halts and through all the wailing like war cries ricocheting across the crater, you hear his voice, ragged and low. It's only for your ears. “Come on, just a little more—”

You’re close to shelter with the blonde a few steps ahead of you. You unconsciously knot your hand against the fabric of his jacket, as if it will conjure any lasting energy left in you push yourself forward, and prevent you from thinking about your bleeding arm.

Eventually, the three of you make it to the shack, slamming the door shut once you’re stepping into the place with the sound of muted metallic thunks. You free yourself from his hold, sliding down the door and to your feet, feeling weak as ever. Your eyes flicker to the wound and it's unexpectedly huge and crimson. You groan, ignoring how the constant arguing of the two variants has become white noise to you but right now, all you need is some goddamn silence.

“Would you two just shut up?” Their pathetic squabble comes to an abrupt stop at your words. You then fish out a handkerchief, from your back pocket, weakly waving it towards your bleeding arm. “—And help me out here?”

The blonde’s snarl returns, “And why would we even help you?”

Loki turns to her with a surprised look. “We? So, we are a team—”

“Shut up—”

“Because let’s face it. The two of you are pathetic liars and you don’t actually know how to charge the tempad. So, help me out here before I start losing more blood than I should and you’ll have no way off this moon.” There’s silence and all you do is concentrate on your breathing as the two of them just stand there, staring, thinking. They share a look. The quiet passes in a moment, Loki surprisingly steps towards you and goes to crouch down to your level. He plucks the handkerchief from your grasp and ties a firm knot.

“Does this mean you’re not planning on killing us?”

You snort, gaze shifting between the two. “Not for now.”

You don't notice the flicker of green emerging from his fingertips as he holds his palm against your wound. You don't notice how the pain nearly subsides at his touch.

—

The golden cocktail glass mocks you with the lack of alcoholic liquid. It shines under the pretty and obscure chandelier above the circular bar where a bartender shuffles her way around. It also manages to reflect the daze of your expression and the flying wisps of your hair that drifts with every passing elite Lamentian adorned with some fancy hat and shiny heels. They seem to move at an obnoxious prissy speed. Though the thought of every being on this moon is about to die and you too might join them in the apocalypse, it somehow comforts you to think that these rich and elite groups, prioritized to enter the evacuation ark, will be joining the others as well.

The trek from the crater to the train had been nothing but eventful. You kept your mouth shut for most of the time, not wanting to lose your energy over two varaints who can’t seem to get along for once. From the woman who blasted the two for harassing her and Loki’s disguise to enter the train, heading for Shuroo, you wonder if this was all worth it.

You also learn that the woman goes by Sylvie. Not Loki.

Strange.

Right now, you aren’t too worried about the major possibility of dying. As much as you hate the two Loki variants that forcefully brought to the current situation you’re in, you know, from working with several variants of the Asgardian prince, Lokis do not die. But, will you? It’s a question better left unanswered.

Loki appears beside you, elbow propped up on the bar, leaning towards it as he faces you with an oddly sickly grin. It’s nearly amusing when you notice how Sylvie and Loki are entirely different from each other, one being much more aloof than the other, yet hold equivalence as well. At the moment, the difference between the two is obvious because you are very sure Loki is as intoxicated as you are while Sylvie has gone off to dream world by the corner of the lounge.

At least you only have to deal with one for the moment.

“You should really stop drinking,” you say, taking a swig from the martini glass. Loki snorts, curiously watching you in a slight daze. “Then, I must call you a hypocrite.” You scoff, not merely paying any mind to his usual antics and clever counters. You spare him a glance before lifting the cocktail glass to rest upon your lips, “Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself.”

Amid his drunken stupor, he nearly hears his mother with every articulation of those words. He is yet to admit of his amazement for your unmatching traits to your personality—so wise yet so outrageously reckless. Your mind is powerful but you don’t tend to use it very well. Loki merely hums, deciding to disregard his surprise, and takes a seat beside you on the barstool. You don’t shift or flinch away when his shoulder brushes against yours.

“Untrue. I know nothing about you,” he says, glancing your way in his periphery, “And that is because you never let me.” Your laugh comes off more like a puff of air, hinted with amusement. “It’s not that. There is nothing to know about me. I’m not very interesting, unlike you and your variants.”

Loki turns to you, lips pursed into a smile that’s knowing and somehow charming. “Don’t be so modest. You are a part of the most powerful bureaucratic organization in the universe. You must have been to many places, seen many things...” he trails off, watching the deepening furrow of your brows. You turn in your seat to properly face him this time, “And why does it matter?” You eye him suspiciously as he briefly raises his palms in defense. “It doesn’t. I was just...curious.”

You shift in your seat, arm now propped up on the bar. “Well, curiosity did kill the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back.”

Silvertongue. You narrow your eyes.

“I’m surprised you know that.”

Loki shrugs, gesturing to the bartender for another cup while you carelessly decide he isn’t worth babysitting for now. The alcoholic drink arrives and he takes an unceremonious shot.

“I think you should really go easy—”

He scoffs, “You sound a lot like Thor.”

You’re frowning again.“You’re drunk.”

“And you’re a mewling quim.”

You’re surprisingly calm at his words. He immediately regrets it, thoroughly blaming the alcohol on his once sharp mind. Though your stare is outright intimidating.

“You know, there’s this ancient poem—Hávamál. You might be familiar with it. Hávamál is said to present advice and wisdom from Odin’s very lips. With your current behavior, a particular stanza comes to mind,” you say, voice hinted with cynicism. He knows of Hávamál but with the current scatter of his mind, it’s a lot harder to remember the words of the specific lines of the poem.

“Humour me.” are the words that leave his lips. They are challenging.

You don’t take your eyes off him as you speak lowly, “Er-a svo gott sem gott kveða öl alda sonum, því að færra veit er fleira drekkur síns til geðs gumi”

Less good than they say for the sons of men is the drinking oft of ale: for the more they drink, the less can they think and keep a watch o'er their wits.

You just called him a drunkard idiot in fluent old Norse and it strikes him like a blade to his cheek. Not as bad of an insult than his, but certainly less childish.

His mouth goes dry.

Abruptly standing to your feet, you take a final swig of your drink, slamming it rather vigorously on the bar. “Maybe, you should have listened to your father more often.” With a spin of your heel, you’re walking away from him. Loki swallows, calling after you. “Where are you going?”

You halt in your step, turning to him momentarily with an unknown expression and a lingering gaze. “Away from you.”

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