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"Time & the Trickster"   A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

by ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Prologue: The Stone

The Loom is breaking. The Timelines are in chaos at the TVA. Just as Loki realizes he may have to sacrifice himself, O.B. offers one last Hail Mary that may spare his rueful fate...until it shoots him across time and space instead, to the most Norn-forsaken place imaginable: Syracuse, New York.

CHAPTER WARNING: violence toward our poor Loki

MASTERLIST

Time Variance Authority Outside of Time and Space No Time and Every Time, AM and PM

It was as if Loki was gazing at a gallows, just waiting for him on the other side of the door. A gallows just for him. 

An abstract gallows, to be sure, one snarled and twisted by the fraying timelines. The Loom wasn’t going to hold them much longer. Victor Timely’s tens of repeated failures had yielded no progress. Loki had just finished spending centuries’ worth of time jumps learning everything he could about time, physics, and metaphysics. It all came to nothing but false hope. 

Zapping his way back to Point A one last time, he knew what was needed. Only a God could survive in the temporal void long enough to reach the branches and save them. That left one of two people in the room with the ability. 

Loki knew now that Sylvie would never see reason. The parts of ‘a Loki’ that were driven by self-preservation were too strong in her. Perhaps one day, after centuries behind that fast food counter, she’d have a moment of clarity. But reality couldn’t wait for that to happen. Even in the repeated attempts to calm her bloodlust in the Citadel there had been in no change in her resolve. Sylvie was lost, but pity would come later, after Loki took the glorious burden upon himself to save the universe. 

I can keep the timelines stable as long as I keep my hands on them…at all times. For all time. 

It was the single worst case of irony that reality had ever known, or at least that Loki in his thousands of years of travels had never known: that only now he would be getting a throne. The Throne of Time awaited him, only instead of eternal glory, it would bring him eternal imprisonment, forced to watch the eons pass by as if each were a vignette on a stage. He would have to watch Mobius die, as well as Sylvie and OB and everyone. Even Thor, for no creature was truly immortal. He would have to stand by as all of consciousness fell back into the void of death and rebirth at the end of it all. 

And indeed, at the End of Time, where would he be? 

After one final look around the room, everyone looking back at him with expectant apprehension, Loki took in one deep breath and began his march to the Loom. He felt a solid hand on his shoulder, and didn’t need to turn to know it was Mobius. 

“What the SHIT are you doing?” he whispered frantically. 

Looking into his worried eyes, Loki felt a stabbing pain in his chest. If only we’d met somewhere else, you brilliant man, I would’ve shown you the world. 

"I know what kind of God I need to be. For you. For all of us,” he said, his voice faltering in spite of his wish that he sounded more sure. 

“Wait!! I have one more idea! Look!” 

Loki looked back beyond Mobius and Sylvie. OB was running back from somewhere he’d slipped away to. No one had even noticed that he’d left the room. He carried two small pebbles in his hand that to the unknowing witness would look like two small pieces of emerald, or perhaps tinted glass. 

He was closer to Sylvie, so he pulled out her hand first, placing one of the dead Time Stones in it. It began to glow softly, a dull gray-ish green. The light was pulsing weakly, but it was clear that something in her skin was activating the time magic within the stone. 

“Loki! Catch!” OB said quickly, tossing the stone at Loki, whose godlike reflexes caught the dangerous relic with ease. It also glowed green upon touch, only a much brighter, indisputable forest green. 

“How is that possible?” asked Mobius. “How did we never think of that?”

The God of Tricks turned the stone over in his palm, as if doing so would give him some kind of clue. “Well, it’s quite lovely, OB, but I don’t understand--”

“Time Stones thrive off of the energy of the timelines and work by being linked to every single one, enabling the one who uses it to hop from time to time! Maybe if you throw one of those at the timelines while it’s active, it’ll act like a pill and regulate the streams again!” OB suggested enthusiastically. “But only if it’s active, and it looks like the only place they work in the TVA is…well, in the hands of a Loki variant.”

“Are you suggesting we give aspirin to the Temporal Loom?” Sylvie scoffed, the weakened stone in her hand blinking with every other syllable. 

“You sure that’ll work?” asked Mobius with skepticism. 

OB shook his head, “Oh no. It’s a long shot. Odds in the trillions, and that’s just a guess,” he admitted bluntly. He looked at Loki and twisted his lip into a hopeful smile. “But it’s worth a try, right?”

Loki looked down at the brilliant stone he held. Something within the stone felt like it was attuning itself to him. Small threads of green light were radiating from the stone and digging into his skin, illuminating it from underneath, as if his very veins were filling with the power of the Time Stone. 

Looking up one more time, Loki shrugged. “Indeed,” he said under his breath. “Well, here I go.”

“Loki!” Mobius shouted one more time. “Let her do it,” he said, pointing back at Sylvie. “She’s the one who caused all of this.”

“I don't know, her stone doesn’t look as strong as yours,” said OB, now at Sylvie’s side and watching the pathetic pebble in her hand barely flicker in tandem with her breath. “If we have one chance to do this, I think it has to be you, Loki.” 

The more Loki stared down his permanent imprisonment within the twisted vines of time, the more he realized that he’d been fooled the entire time…and by none other than himself! He’d assumed that every variant of himself would have every capacity to grow that he had. Perhaps Sylvie did, and Loki was only looking at a portrait of who he had been as a rash, physically-driven youth.

 It didn’t matter anyhow. If this worked, Sylvie would be going back to the counter at McDonald’s. If it didn’t, Sylvie’s mind would always be at that silly little place, unable to see the world past the end of her own nose no matter how many people suffered for her choices. 

“I’m sorry, Mobius, but I think we both know it must be my action,” Loki said softly, gently taking Mobius’ hand in his own. “Have an extra slice of pie for me.”

“Go throw it,” OB suggested. “Quickly! We’re out of time!”

Victor stood clueless behind everyone else. “This has been a remarkable day” he mumbled. 

Finally going beyond the door and into the temporal space, Loki felt the stone begin to burn in his hand, the sensation not only pressed against his flesh, but in his bloodstream. 

One last breath, and Loki reared back, pitching the Time Stone toward the Loom. 

As if the air were too thick, the stone’s speed was almost too slow to make sense, slowly floating toward the fraying, entangled timelines in an arc. It fell in a spiral toward the Loom, increasing speed as if it were being sucked directly into the messes of fibers. 

The God’s breaths slowed to a standstill, his veins still on fire with green energy from the stone. Loki suddenly felt as if he’d turned into a marionette as hundreds of points on his body were suddenly yanked, throwing him off of his feet and into the air behind the stone, flying at incredible speed toward the epicenter of energy.

As if the Time Stone was pulling him by invisible chains, Loki was dragged along until he reached the Loom, after which a strong updraft knocked him unconscious, the last thing to grace his open eye being Mobius’ frightened stare. 

Around his lifeless, floating form, the green clouds, rogue lightning, and whipping winds began to form a time vortex, shooting the helpless god through each and every reality, one by one…

Syracuse, New York, USA June 9 7:19pm EST

“Get off my shit!” 

Loki awoke with a start, his head roaring, his skin tingling, and his vision blurred. Hungover from the unexpected trip, he felt weakened and confused. The skinny man yelling in his face wasn’t helping him regain his bearings. 

He was splayed rather unflatteringly among a pile of garbage bags filled with clothes and cans. Frommhis view, he could begin to see that he was in some sort of alleyway surrounded on three sides by brick. The sky above was dim and overcast. 

“Oh, Norns, what is…?”

“I said, GET OFF MY--

“--my shit, yes, that much we’ve established…”

The angry skinny man was impatient to the point where he started shoving Loki to his feet, urging him away. “Find your own awning!” he called after him as he finally managed to throw Loki into the street. “And some clothes, too!” 

Loki looked down, realizing for the first time that he was stark naked. His clothes had been torn from his body in transit across the realities. Well, at least it wasn’t my skin. 

The street was full of potholes, the environment claustrophobic as it could be for being outdoors. The air smelled of sewage and tar. A sign hanging on the corner building nearby read S. Salina St.

Looking down into his palm, the stone remained aglow in his grip. 

Now, where in the Norns am I? Loki asked himself, keeping to a nearby shadow in hopes no one was nearby to see his nudity. 

It felt like dusk was at hand, though the thick greasy cloud cover did little to explain the actual position of the sun. The air was warm, humid, and unpleasant. Rain was inbound, as evidenced by a building darkness rolling in from the western horizon. 

“Damn,” Loki whispered. “I…”

He took off down the street and around the corner onto S. Salina, scurrying in such a manner that a mouse could beat him in a footrace. He used his godlike ability to absorb detail in order to learn as much as he could about this place. 

Wait a moment…I can control my time jumping! 

How simple! Loki rolled his eyes and chuckled. He sucked in his breath and clenched, just as he’d taught himself to do in order to control his phasing. 

Seconds went by. Perhaps a minute. Nothing happened when the reaction should have instantly drawn him back to the TVA. 

“Hey Di, look at the naked guy shitting himself across the street!” 

Two women were sitting on a porch across the way, a small white dog at their feet, staring directly at Loki as he squinted and attempted to force himself through space. He was suddenly the most self-conscious he’d ever been in his entire life. 

“Hey Mister, what’re you doing with no clothes?” shrieked the other. “How much’ve you had?”

“Yeah, he’s drunk,” agreed the first lady, trying hard to hold in a laugh.

“It’s gone! My time phasing!” Loki whispered aloud. He snapped his fingers, attempting to bring some cover to his body with seidr, only for the stone in his hand to dim its glow. “Magic…none of it works here.” 

The two gleeful ladies continued to mock Loki from across the street. “I’ll give him this, he’s hot.” 

Di raised an eyebrow. “Kinda looks like that guy from the movies, doesn’t he? Loki! He looks like Loki!”

“Holy shit, you’re right! He’s dead on for Loki!” 

“Of COURSE I look like Loki, blast you!” he swore, beginning to move towards them, not bothering to check and see if any vehicles were bearing down on him. “Because I--” 

“--dude, don't come any closer! Just because I don’t like the cops doesn’t mean I won’t call ‘em if you’re gonna…” the larger of the two women got up to reach for a cell phone perched on the railing. 

“What? No, ladies, I just need to know where I am and how to get to--”

“--dude, get out of here, and stop by the Salvation Army or something on the way because no one wants to see that!”

“Speak for yourself, Di.” 

“Where am I?” Loki asked, slower this time. 

“Yeah, he's drunk,” mumbled Di. “Dude, you’re on the south side! Near the park!”

“Did you say that I need to find an army?” Loki asked, backtrack, unsure about which way was up. 

“Mister,” continued Di, “head that way and you’ll be downtown in ten minutes. Someone’ll either help you or arrest you up there.” She pointed further up the road, which led to a bright district of flashing neon and nightlife about to get underway with the sunset. “Ain’t nothin’ down here for you except fentanyl.” 

The larger of the women quickly ran inside and came back a few seconds later with a small fleece blanket in a nasty shade of hot pink. “My daughter doesn’t use this anymore. Use it to cover your junk. I don’t want it back.” 

She threw it down to Loki, who gratefully wrapped it about his waist, tying it off at the hipbone. It hardly qualified for more than a belt, only covering him from below his navel to a few precious inches below his…other time stones. 

“Thank you, madam,” he mumbled. Without further awkward conversation, he left the two women to their excited giggles and whistles and headed in the direction he’d been given. 

He didn’t even have any shoes, as was quickly made evident by the painful tar gravel that burrowed between his toes and under the balls of his feet as he paced himself, deliberately avoiding eye contact with anyone as he fled from shadow to shadow, hoping to remain unseen despite at least being minimally covered now. 

“Hey buddy, nice skirt!” 

“The gay bar is on the west side!” 

Loki was still exposed to catcalls and insults nearly the entire way up the trashy, unwelcoming city. Even as he approached a larger, brightly-lit square accompanied by live music from several different outdoor patios, he could feel the eyes bearing down on him. 

This place is deplorable, Loki thought. No magic, no help…

“Ew, guy! At least put on a skirt that covers your crack all the way!” a woman called from behind him. 

“Hey, there are kids here, man!” a huge man with a shaved head stepped into Loki’s path, causing him to stop short. The man had about three inches on Loki, and even though his Asgardian density made him about the same weight as the sizable human before him, Loki wasn;t sure he wanted to risk an altercation in his present state. He smelled of beer. “Put your dick away, alright?”

“Let me pass,” Loki mumbled. “Please. I’m on my way to the army.” He tried to throw up a defensive arm, which the man caught with ease. 

The skinhead laughed. “Jesus, what I have to deal with…” 

Without warning, the asshole laid out a direct punch to Loki’s temple, sending him to the sidewalk. He was unconscious before he hit the ground. 

Regents Park, London, England June 10 12:19am GMT

“Oooh, talk to me! What did they do to you?!”

The Doctor, frustrated, removed the magnifying goggles from his face and squinted as he looked up into the undercarriage of the TARDIS console, trying desperately to find out what had stranded him here and how to fix it. 

Having barely made it out of yet another fray with the Cybermen, The Doctor’s beloved TARDIS had been hit, or perhaps bombed from within somehow (who could tell?). Barely landing safety in a place the TARDIS recognized as a ‘favorite’ location (London, England, early 21st century), The Doctor quickly learned that whatever had attacked him had destroyed what held the Time Vortex in place within the TARDIS’ core. 

The Doctor’s ship was nothing more than a wooden box, sitting in a public park on Earth in 2023. Nothing, not the screwdriver, not The Doctor’s own ingenuity, was yielding any hope. 

“Maybe Jack could…oh no, no, no,” he thought out loud, shaking off the idea. While it was true that Captain Jack Harkness could always be assumed to be waltzing around somewhere at any given place in time, what did he really know about TARDIS mechanics? 

The Doctor sighed. Thinking about Jack always eventually brought his thoughts back to Rose. She may have been as human as anyone else around, but sometimes her intuition would shine through, triggering some epiphany in his head and bringing about the best answers.

That was Rose: brilliant in the most unexpected ways.

“If only it were easier to fall through realities,” he bitterly mused. “Or at least find a good fix-it shop that has equipment to jumpstart an Eye of Harmony…very basic stuff, not sure why it’s so hard to find--”

He was interrupted by a sudden, instantaneous flash of emerald, brighter than the sun, sending The Doctor squinting and crouching to the floor. Though he couldn’t see what had happened, for a brief moment, he heard the TARDIS breathe, as if the Vortex had been restored within it for as long as the luminous green assault filled the interior. 

“What?” he asked nobody. The flash of green ceased, as did the TARDIS’ temporary recovery. 

“WHAT?” he asked himself, running up the stairs to the top of the console, looking at every screen and pulling every lever he could. 

Something had triggered the Time Vortex within the TARDIS, as if it were being given a push by an external force somewhere else out there in the world…something with enough time energy imbibed in its core to do so. 

Perhaps if it was something he could find and bring back to the TARDIS…

Running to the doors and flinging them open, The Doctor was just in time to catch a streak of green flash across the night sky, heading southwest and missing London by a long, long shot. As it left the airspace above England, the TARDIS grew dark and cold again.

The Doctor’s mouth couldn’t close as his brain tried to keep up with his eyes.

“What?? WHAT?!”

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Chapter 4 - Looking Through the Rust and Rotten Dust {TLTGYA - Post-TVA!Loki x OFC Longfic}

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Pairing : Post-TVA!Loki x Oliviette (OFC)

Chapter Summary : Oliviette attempts to escape on her own, and she finds out just how difficult that’s going to be. 

Chapter W/c : 2.8k words

Chapter Tags / Content : Angst, some mild violence.

Author's Note : Again, sorry this chapter is a bit late! That S2 finale really messed me up emotionally. Anyway! Happy reading!

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As Loki retreated to the shadows once again, Oliviette felt a wave of confusion wash over her. She hadn’t been expecting things to escalate so quickly, or that the walls he’d put up would be so strong. Apparently it was going to take much more than bread and hope to tear them down. 

But would anything be able to do that? Whatever happened to him, whether it was his fault or not, must have been truly horrifying. Ultimately, he was right though - Oliviette knew nothing about him, and she probably didn’t have enough time to figure him out, to really understand what he was hiding from. 

Like how he could have survived for so long without food, or how he could have snuck into the dungeon without the guards knowing. It almost seemed impossible, unless the guards really weren’t paying attention…Or maybe Loki was lying. Maybe he was dangerous. Maybe he did deserve to be there…

Even still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t a monster - he was just supremely heartbroken about something. And it must have been agonizing for him to leave the shadows, even for that short period of time, and almost immediately she’d pushed him to retreat again. Maybe she should have answered truthfully about why the guards were feeding her, or at least why she thought they were feeding her. And if they knew who she was, and took her anyway, then there was no telling what else they were going to do to her.

Oliviette replayed the conversation over and over as she forced herself to finish the remaining porridge on the tray. It was cold and mushy, disgusting and cruel, and the very definition of unappetizing. The question of Loki placed every spoonful, and Oliviette struggled to keep her mind focused as she choked down every bite; because the more she thought about what it was going to take to get out of there, the more strength she knew she was going to need. 

And Loki clearly didn’t want any part in breaking out, so porridge and determination was all she had. It was up to her to make her own escape, as difficult as that was going to be with one good arm. It would be so much easier to do this with a partner, but Oliviette was already used to taking care of herself. Besides, if Loki could sneak in to the dungeon, then she could probably sneak out of it; and with a belly full of food and a relatively still dungeon, it was now or never. 

Quietly moving the tray to the side, Oliviette shifted her position on the floor and carefully lifted the cloak over her head. The cold dungeon air was sharp and biting, but she was sure she’d warm up once she started running, and right now she needed her arm stabilized. 

Across the cell, she could hear Loki groaning and stirring; he must have fallen asleep again, having another nightmare. Oliviette paused, waiting to see if he would startle awake again, but his nightmares continued. Again, she wondered what could have happened to force this outcome upon him, to make him believe that nightmares were more comfortable than reality, to make him resist leaving them behind when they could just as easily be brought with him. 

But she knew she couldn’t force him to do anything. It wasn’t fair, but if it was Tereth’s will for Loki to stay, and for her to leave, then so be it. 

Steeling her jaw, she clumsily wrapped the cloth underneath her damaged arm, pulling one end around her back and over the opposite shoulder. Oliviette kept the arm close to her torso as she manipulated the cloak around her neck. Tying the two ends together to form a sling was difficult, but she managed to get it done with one hand and her teeth. 

Oliviette grimaced as she carefully pushed herself to standing. She was still dizzy and weak from the initial blows when she was first taken; and while the sling wasn’t perfect, it would at least keep her arm stable long enough to focus on other, more important tasks at hand. 

Loki groaned again in his sleep, louder this time, and Oliviette froze, praying the he wouldn’t cry out again and alert any nearby guards. She thought about waking him up, but as far as she knew, consciousness never came easy for him. It was best to just leave him be. 

Shuffling quietly across the stone floor, Oliviette peaked through the steel bars to look up and down the hallway. It was empty, no signs of any masked guards, and it was quiet - nothing save for water droplets and fear hanging heavy in the air to let her know that she was still alive, and to insist that she kept moving forward. 

She recited a silent prayer to Tereth and took a deep breath to steady herself, and then carefully lifted her dagger between the steel bars and turned her wrist, using the blade to try to free the locking bolt from its sheath. Her movements were slow and clumsy with her non-dominant hand, and at some point the bolt had warped inside the sheath, making it almost impossible to unlock easily. 

Oliviette groaned in frustration, pressing herself against the bars and flexing her muscles as she stretched and contorted her arm, but the knife slipped across the steel over and over again. Tears flooded her eyes as she struggled, and every sound in the dungeon made her heart lurch into her throat. 

What if the guards heard her trying and failing to get out? What if one of them turned down the hallway at that exact moment? What would they do to her then? She couldn’t let herself think about it, but she also couldn’t stop herself from panicking. 

Tereth, please! Please help me get out of here! 

The knife slipped again, and she prayed as hard as she could, using every ounce of faith still buried deep in her soul. This couldn’t be where she would meet her end, not when she had just broken free - 

At long last, the bolt popped out of its sheath with a loud, echoing clank. Oliviette gasped in relief, and a nervous smile graced her features. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as the door to her salvation finally unlocked and cleared the way for her. 

But she hesitated to push it all the way open; unlocking the door hadn’t been the hard part, not really. What was going to come next? Make her way through the dungeon, avoid being found by the masked guards, and somehow find her way back home? 

Even after all of this, she still wasn’t sure that was where she wanted to be. To go back home with her tail tucked between her legs - Oliviette could already hear the taunts from her sister, the judgment from her father, the sheer misery that awaited her back home - and that was only if she was able to get out of here alive. 

Maybe it would be better to wait for rescue instead. Surely they would have reported her missing at the castle by now; but then again, her father may have simply accepted her absence without question. As far as they knew, nothing had gone awry on her journey - she had always talked about leaving, and she had packed a bag and taken her staff with her. 

Oliviette cursed silently as she remembered her staff, the prized weapon bestowed upon her when she came of age. The one she’d trained, and was extremely proficient with, for years - using her now damaged arm, of course. The guards must have stashed it somewhere, along with her other personal effects, things she’d need to survive on the unknown journey back home…if that’s where she was going. 

Wrapping her fingers around the bars of the door, Oliviette cautiously pushed it open, careful to avoid the creaking of its hinges and not let its mass get away from her too quickly. Her mind reeled with terrifying possibilities as she stepped out into the empty hallway, glancing left and right as she weighed her options. 

The guards always came from the right, so she’d take her chances on the left. 

Oliviette pulled the door closed after her, slowly and quietly. As she looked back into the cell, towards the shadows where the broken man lay suffering, she wondered what he’d do if he knew the door was unlocked. Would he follow her then, or was something more powerful than steel and stone keeping him trapped in there? 

She decided against re-locking the door, instead just positioning the bolt above its sheath without pushing it all the way back down; it would still appear engaged from down the hallway, and maybe Loki would be able to see his chance for freedom while still inside the cell. 

Oliviette hoped he’d see it, and she prayed that he’d take that chance. 

The hallways of the dungeon were a labyrinth of rot and decay, coldness and death, darkness and uncertainty. It was quiet, not a soul moving or crying out, and Oliviette felt like she was moving through a dream. The only sounds were her boots against the stone floor, and her shuddering breath moving in and out. 

As she passed by neighboring cells, she paused to look inside. They were just as dirty and rotten as the one she was kept in, filled with darkness and various shadows that either could be a person, or at least used to be. Oliviette thought about how they wound up there, if they were taken in the same manner she was, and how none of this was fair to any of them. 

“Hello? Is someone there?” she murmured quietly, unsure of the reaction she would get or if anyone was even alive in there, but she couldn’t just move on if there was a chance someone else could be saved. There was no response, and Oliviette gripped her dagger tightly as she carried on. 

Eventually, she came upon a staircase, rising up into the unknown darkness. No lanterns illuminated the space, and the threat of doom lead the way. She briefly turned back towards the way she came, wishing she wasn’t doing this alone; but she was, and so she did. 

Oliviette took the steps cautiously, one at a time, following them upwards as the staircase twisted in its elevation. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her lips parted to gather any extra oxygen they could get. Her eyes were wide, pupils surely blown with fear in the pitch blackness, and she tried her best to will away the blood rushing in her eardrums; she desperately needed to be able to hear clearly, to know if someone was approaching before the guards even knew she was out of her cell. 

On the final turn, the shadows began to recede and carefully-considered lantern light kissed the stone floors and walls. It was brighter up here, and relatively cleaner, but it was still a dungeon, still devoid of any warmth or peace. There still weren’t any windows, and there was no way of telling if this level was above ground, or still below it. 

The hallway before her was wide and long, with doors to the right and to the left. Not barred doors - proper doors, as if whomever resided up here was because it was their choice. Because they wanted to be here, because they believed in what they were doing here. 

Oliviette swallowed hard and stepped cautiously to the first open door, peeking her head inside with a shuddered breath. There was nobody inside, nor was there much to speak of in terms of furnishings - just two cots on either side of the room, and a large desk covered with scrolls and writing utensils in the middle. 

She stepped towards the desk warily, her eyes narrowing as she examined the notes and plans scribbled furiously on the papers. Most of the words were indecipherable, but one word repeated over and over on the sheets : Anathema. 

Oliviette had no idea who or what that meant, but the name didn’t sound comforting. She returned the papers to the desk when a large wooden trunk caught her eye, and she quickly crouched down to pull it open. She rifled through it one-handed, hoping she’d find something that belonged to her. 

But there was nothing save for old tunics, thick wool socks, and several faded drawings of a mysterious woman. It was hard to make out who the figure was, but she was ethereal - almost coming to life on the paper itself in shades of washed-out sapphire ink. She had long, flowing hair and her arms were drawn extended from her sides: one set of fingers curled elegantly around the neck of a stringed instrument, and the other tangled playfully in her hair. 

The woman’s smile was electric and taunting, almost disingenuous if you looked from the wrong angle, and dangling around her neck was a gem, so familiar to Oliviette that she had to do a second, and then a third, take. Who was this woman? Was she somehow in charge of this place? 

“How did you get out of your cell?” 

The muffled voice was calm and collected, but it startled Oliviette all the same. She jumped up and turned towards the man in a crimson mask, holding the dagger out as she backed away. “Just stay away from me. I don’t want any trouble, I just want to go home!” 

The masked man chuckled and tilted his head. “No trouble? Then you definitely should have stayed in your cell, and your castle…” 

He practically spit out that last word, his voice full of disdain and mockery as he stood in front of the doorway, blocking the only exit to the room. His posture was relaxed, but that just made him that much more intimidating. 

Oliviette’s back pressed against the wall, her fingers squeezed nervously around the hilt of her dagger as the man started to slowly approach. 

“If you know who I am, then you know how much trouble you’ll be in once I’m rescued!” she threatened, hoping she sounded convincing. 

The man didn’t even hesitate as he continued stepping forward, undeterred by her threats. “That’s precious - but don’t fret. We’ve already accounted for all that…” 

Oliviette’s heart dropped. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to fight with her small blade, or her non-dominant hand. She quickly scanned the room for anything she could use to help her escape, and her eyes landed on a lantern dangling above one of the cots. 

 “Please, I’m begging you, you don’t have to do this. We can forget this whole thing…” she begged, stalling for time as she inched along the perimeter of the wall and adjusted her damaged arm inside the sling, preparing herself to use it if necessary. 

“Oh, Oliviette,” the masked man laughed again as he brought his boot to the desk and pushed it out of the way. “What is gone…may never return…” 

That could have been a threat or a promise, and so Oliviette immediately yanked her good arm from her cloak and lunged for the lantern. The man followed after, reaching out to grab her shirt and pull her away. 

Oliviette cried out in pain as she swung as hard as she could, and the lantern glass shattered as it collided with the masked man’s head. He went down hard, pulling her down with him to crash violently against the cot below, and then to the stone floor. 

She landed on her shoulder, the already broken one, and cried out again as her nerve endings fired off burning signals of searing agony. Tears stung her eyes, but she didn’t have time to focus on the injury, too busy instead trying to scramble back to her feet. 

The masked man was still out cold, and Oliviette groaned as she switched the dagger to her dominant hand, moving closer to stand over the masked man, hesitating. She’d never killed anyone before; she’d never needed to. She wasn’t even sure if she could do something so permanent, something that might haunt her forever if she somehow managed to survive this. 

He lay unmoving on the ground, unaware of what was about to happen to him. It should have been an easy thing to do, right? He was going to kill her eventually; they all were, after torturing her first. No one think twice about this course of action, and yet, she still hesitated. 

Oliviette hadn’t left home for this. She wanted new experiences and happy adventures and to find herself - but not with a dagger in her hand, and not locked in a dungeon, deep underground and surrounded by masked guards that worshiped whomever Anathema was, and probably tortured and killed for. 

She crouched down, pressing her dagger against the man’s throat as he lay flat on his back, and a tear rolled down Oliviette’s cheek. Just as she let out a deep breath and started to press, two sets of hands grabbed her arms to violently pull her back. 

“No! No - ” Oliviette shouted just as a blunt object collided with her skull, and she went limp.

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Loki/Mobius Masterlist

Choosing You (Again and Again) (ao3) - jupicrs G, 12k

Summary: Loki, no matter how many times he tries, cannot manage to fix the Loom and break out of the time loop.

Mobius finds himself stuck alongside him.

c'mon baby, cry (ao3) - Mirilya M, 6k

Summary: It’d take his breath away, if he had any. Strangely, a sensation of pure relief fills him as he watches a silent tear slide down Loki’s pale cheek. He’s almost… happy that this is the last thing he’ll ever see. If only Loki didn’t look so sad.

Loki opens his mouth to speak—and then he’s gone.

Mobius opens his eyes.

Overwhelmed with loss after Loki’s dramatic self-sacrifice, Mobius finds that existence is too much to bear if it means never seeing Loki again. Oddly enough, that’s exactly how it happens.

Cold Light (ao3) - chamel M, 3k

Summary: With a sickening crunch of grinding gears, the engine of Mobius’ rental car seizes up and leaves him coasting to a stop on the side of the road. He’s about fifty kilometers outside of the nearest town of any size, and it’s late. There hasn’t been another car on the road for a while. His phone shows not a single bar of service.

In short, he’s completely screwed.

come back. even as a shadow, even as a dream (ao3) - harleygirl2468 T, 5k

Summary: Dreams don’t happen in the TVA. Or maybe they do for other people. They do have that nightmare department a few wings away. Dreams have never happened for Mobius, though. It’s a concept he likes to think about sometimes, the idea of closing his eyes and seeing something else behind them while the mind turns off for a few hours to reset. Loki never talked about his dreams, but used to talk about the concept of dreaming to Mobius, describing how it feels in detail. Mobius likes details, he’s always been detail-oriented, so he likes to hear about how it feels like quicksand when you run in a dream and how your brain invents its own set of rules for reality each time you close your eyes. It’s a fun concept.

Whenever Mobius leaves the TVA, takes a trip down to his timeline and avoids the street he lives on, he stays in a run-down hotel, just so that he could say that he did.

He dreams that night.

He wishes he didn’t

Fit The Profile (ao3) - WaterHorseyBlues N/R, 77k

Summary: Violent attacks, attempted murder and an unclaimed inheritance. Loki's dull life is interrupted when he's unexpectedly taken as a hostage one night. Private Detective Mobius is on the case, and Loki grasps at the chance to turn his life around and hunt down the perpetrator.

What at first seems like unmotivated violence caused by an untraceable ghost soon turns into something much bigger than either Loki or Mobius could have expected. Could the answer lie in Loki's past? Or is something far more sinister going on?

Freedom in the Multiverse (ao3) - phoenix_writing NR, 21k

Summary: Loki and Mobius have been reunited following their epic search for one another through the multiverse. They take the time to start sorting out what that means for them - and for the multiverse.

Liability (ao3) - Beb T, 7k

Summary: Loki could not find Mobius after The TVA recaptured him, this time along with Sylvie.

He hadn't thought about what his action could affect Mobius when he followed his Variant through the Time Door at Roxxcart. He should really have thought about that.

maybe mondays aren't so bad, after all (ao3) - pinkpeachteaa G, 8k

Summary: "So what you're saying is, Midgardians collect trees in December, put them up in the middle of their house and attach pictures of stars to the top. Except for when they put people on it."

Mobius had the audacity to laugh at the, in Loki's personal opinion, very logical assumption.

———— Or, O.B. convinces the gang to do a Secret Santa.

My Light, Your Love (ao3) - jupitcrs G, 22k

Summary: Loki's gone, and Mobius has no intention of keeping it that way.

He's going to find Loki if it's the last thing he does.

Rising From the Ashes (ao3) - Insert_Witty_User_Name_Here T, 119k

Summary: What happens when you burn everything to the ground? You’re left trying to figure out what to do with the ashes.

Sir Saladvocate (ao3) - shiterature T, 9k

Summary: In which Loki, struck with an unfamiliar feeling of regret, decides to apologize for ruining Mobius' salad.

Some By Virtue Fall (ao3) - Thornvale E, 141k

Summary: Set in an alternate universe where the Throughput Multiplier worked.

The timelines seem to have calmed down. The TVA is set to rebuild and adjust their strategy to maintain peace. Meanwhile, Loki has time to think, and his attention keeps getting drawn back to Mobius, who has developed a new tendency to overwork and isolate himself.

When they follow a lead on a dangerous new variant that could upset the timelines once more, they discover an Infinity Stone is being abused for its power, and Loki’s worst nightmare is realised.

One slip can lead to the downfall of a good and kind soul.

Sweet (ao3) - Melime M, 10k

Summary: When Mobius realized Loki never had real candy, he decided to introduce him to the wonderful world of sweets. He just didn't expect this would involve so much flirting.

Or, 5 times Mobius gave Loki something sweet and one time he returned the favor.

talk some sense into me (ao3) - starkskypines G, 20k

Summary: Loki stops watching them from a distance after a while only to be drawn back in to Mobius’s life. He can’t seem to let this go, and he knows he should. Holding on is only going to perpetuate the pain. But he can’t stop watching, can’t stop being invested. He can’t stop caring, and isn’t that always how it goes. He’ll but up walls and a mask of scorn, but he’s never the first to stop caring, not when it really matters, not when he wants to call it love.

And now Loki watches as Mobius and Adrianna spend their day at the beach, and Mobius is riding a jet ski with her, head back laughing. Loki wonders how Mobius’s love for an object is timeless, but their love isn’t.

He contemplates again, as he has before, if reminding Mobius of their past life will do more harm than good.

Or: after they take down the TVA, Loki watches Mobius in his new life and gives in to the temptation to see him one last time because what does Loki's heartbreak matter if Mobius is happy…and Mobius is happy right? right?

Tea time (ao3) - RinsLoveWins M, 1k

Summary: During the mission, Loki and Mobius spent the night on the Midgard.

there's much more to you than that (ao3) - RunnyYolk T, 7k

Summary: "So. Can we take pruning Loki permanently off the table now?"

The distant look of concern that had started to build in Ravonna's gaze, no doubt from shifting gears to thinking about all the work left to do, drops at his question. She groans. "Mobius—"

"What more does he have to do to prove himself, Ravonna? If he had wanted to betray the TVA, he had ample opportunity. But he didn't. Actually, he's shaping up to be a pretty good analyst."

Trust & Tribulations (ao3) - YourFinalBow T, 8k

Summary: Trust. (noun) \ ˈtrəst \ “Assured reliance on the character, ability, strength, or truth of someone or something.”

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“Right, yes, I guess you don't do partners.” Mobius started, tone seeping with venom. He was sitting across from Loki, fingers wound tightly around his pen as he took notes. The frustration came off him in waves, but the anger covered up something else.

“Unless of course it benefits you, and you intend to betray them at some point.”

Loki replayed the sentence over and over again, and the words left a bad taste in both of their mouths.

We'll Find Each Other (ao3) - angel_ponders M, 13k

Summary: Loki can rewrite this story. He decides to follow his heart this time.

You, or Your Memory (ao3) - chamel T, 6k

Summary: There are times when the memories sneak up on him, ambushing him unawares as he goes about his day. Mobius will smile at him from across a table in the archives as they sit there doing research, like nothing has changed, and it’s at once achingly familiar and devastatingly not.

(Loki tries to unlock Mobius's lost memories of him by recreating moments from their past, but it doesn't exactly go according to plan.)

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More on why my OT3 is my OT3.

First of all it's very important to remember that the Loki we are watching on TV is from 2012. I know we know that with our heads but it's important to also know that with our hearts.

This is the Loki who desperately wanted to prove that he was worthy, and was in fact right that Thor was not ready because he was too immature and he was too hasty and he was too much driven by childish love of combat and violence for the sake of combat and violence to be a good king.

He also finds out in the worst way possible that not only is he adopted, he is a completely different species, was being kept most likely as a hostage, and it recontextualized his entire relationship with his parents in a single moment.

He is the butt of jokes from Thor and his friends, his skill set is not valued because it's not based in martial prowess, and the only person in his life who has ever loved him unconditionally was Frigga.

This is in no way excusing Loki's actions, mind you. He didn't care how many Asgardians died when he let Frost Giants into Asgard to disrupt Thor's coronation. He didn't care who he killed in Jötunheimr because they were Frost Giants and he had been raised to believe that it was completely justified to slaughter his enemies. And when pushed to his limits, when it became clear that gaslighting Thor to keep him on Midgard and from returning to Asgard was futile, Loki knowingly sent the Destroyer to stop his brother and their friends, Knowing that 'stop' might mean 'kill'.

But once you remove Loki and isolate him from Thor, Asgard, an audience to play to, or perceived underlings to manipulate, he is adrift. After viewing the brief, brief remainder of what would have been his life (and bear in mind, he was born in 965 CE) including the tragedy of his mother's death and the unexpected warmth of his father's love and his brother's regard, he experiences complete ego death.

And this is like seriously 1 hour into the show.

Mobius treats Loki as a person. He respects his skills, he's wise to his bullshit and calls him on it, and for all intents and purposes is the first real friend who likes Loki just as he is rather than for who he could be or should be.

The gentlemen's wager over research is possibly the first time Loki has been valued for his research abilities and his intellect. Mobius is the first person since Frigga to tell him that he can be anything he wants to be, including a good person. and that it's never too late to change.

There are a thousand moments Mobius could have chosen to trap Loki in in his time cell. But he chose the confrontation with Sif after Loki had cut her hair. It's a brief moment in a thousand year lifespan, but it clearly made a deep, deep impression on Loki because Sif said the quiet part out loud.

"I hope you know you deserve to be alone and you always will be."

Loki hears this over and over and over again, cycling through pretty much every emotion until there's nothing left but honesty. and so we see a rare moment of Loki expressing regret for his previous actions to someone whom he hurt. Even though it's not really Sif, that does not make his admission any less genuine.

"I'm a horrible person. I get it. I really am. I cut off your hair because I thought it'd be funny. And it's not. I crave attention because I'm a narcissist. And I suppose it's [...] because I'm scared of being alone."

And then of course after completely baring his soul, confessing his weakness, admitting to shame and fear, Sif looks down at him and repeats his greatest fear.

"You are alone and you always will be."

Sylvie has lived with the reality of being completely and totally alone since she was 8 years old. While we have no idea how long she was actually on the run from the TVA, she is clearly older than Loki, and every other variant in the void. She was the first, and he was the last. and what connection they made on Lamentis was just the simple realisation that they're not alone. Even if it's only for a few moments before they are completely obliterated, they are happy and at peace because despite their fears and what others have said in anger and pity, so long as they have each other, they are not alone.

So long as they choose one another, they prove that neither deserve to be alone.

The reason Sylvie is different from all of the other Loki variants was because she was not shaped by the toxic sibling rivalry that poisoned Loki and prompted him to take extreme actions to try and prove to Odin that he was worthy.

She didn't grow up teased and bullied for being different from her peers. Instead, she grew up fighting every single day to survive. For over a thousand years, she experienced life in brief snatches in the hours or days before the destruction of everything and everyone around her.

She and Loki could not be more different, despite being variants of the same people. and yet Loki looks at her and sees someone he wants to selflessly protect, regardless of the cost to himself. It is completely foreign territory, and outside anything he has ever experienced and he is probably completely and totally terrified.

But I genuinely believe that it is because of his friendship with Mobius that he is willing and able to put aside his own agenda completely to care for someone else.

Mobius and Sylvie are likely the only people in the universe capable of provoking that kind of loyalty and steadfastness from a trickster who was never meant to change, only to act as a catalyst for change in others. Because they look at him and see him. And there is so much power in being seen and being known.

Sylvie doesn't know who she is yet. and I think she finds Loki's faith in her is a little intimidating, even as she smuggly accepts it because she is clearly the superior Loki. She has always been alone, but this might be the first time she's truly lonely. So I am curious to see what her reaction to Loki arriving in Broxton in 1982 will be.

#loki #mobius #sylvie #ot3

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So, about Loki and Sylvie’s dynamic in Episode 2…

This episode was hard to watch. It’s painful to see these two characters who we know love each other wrestle with such deep-seated issues in their relationship. The gap between expectations and reality for their reunion scene, what we hoped it would be vs. what we got, is pretty glaringly huge. 

It’s interesting to think about how most of the reunion fics people have been writing for the past two years have been variations of the same thing: Loki searching endlessly for Sylvie out in the multiverse, finally finding her and welcoming her back with open arms; Sylvie, tentative and rageful at first, but eventually breaking down in tears and melting into his embrace. We all wanted a big, emotional moment for them, full of kisses and hugs and apologies and “I love you”s. What we got instead was awkward tension and a lack of vulnerability from both parties. 

That sad part is, this is just what happens in human relationships sometimes. Sometimes you can’t resolve everything with one conversation. Sometimes fear, insecurities, pride, or just poorly timed interruptions keep us from mending what’s been broken between us and the people we love. 

But, there’s still a reason that we wanted to see the reunion scene play out this way, à la Hosea and Gomer or the prodigal son returning home after wasting his father's money. We long to see forgiveness and repentance play out in relationships, because that’s what unconditional love looks like. That’s how the conversation should have gone, and would have gone if these weren’t flawed, complex characters that we’re dealing with. Sylvie should be feeling remorse for what she’s done. Loki should be prioritizing Sylvie’s emotional well-being above his own needs. Under the surface, I think that that’s exactly what’s happening. But neither of them are vocalizing it properly, and that’s what’s creating the tension. 

Sylvie, I think, is clearly in the wrong. I say that as the biggest Sylvie stan ever, so hear me out. Her actions and anger towards the TVA have always been completely, 100% justified, but she’s being really short-sighted at the moment. She thinks she can settle down in her own timeline and forget about everything, but sooner or later the consequences of her actions are going to come back to haunt her.  

If you think about it, killing HWR didn’t really do that much to free the timeline. The TVA didn’t even know that HWR existed, and he seemed to be running everything on autopilot. If Sylvie had made it all the way to the citadel by herself, without ever meeting Loki or Mobius, the TVA might very well have just continued to prune branches and hunt her down, with no real knowledge of what happened behind the curtain. 

The real reason the TVA stopped coming after Sylvie is because Mobius and B15 put out an order to stop pruning branches. While Loki and Sylvie were making their way to the citadel, they were down in the TVA changing hearts and minds, transforming it from the inside out. That’s not to diminish what Sylvie did - after all, it was her fighting spirit that inspired the change in the first place. But in a roundabout way, Loki is really the one who set her free from her life on the run. He was the bridge between her and the TVA, the one who brought her story and the all evils of the TVA to the light. It’s really his influence that has made her new life on the timeline possible, but she doesn’t comprehend this yet. She can’t, with all of her unhealed trauma. In her mind, she’s her own hero. She saved herself.

It’s interesting to note that when Loki asks her what she’ll do if HWR shows up again, her answer is, “Kill him”, with that smug little smirk on her face. This has been Sylvie's go-to solution for all her problems ever since we met her. Minute men chasing her down? Kill them. Timekeepers trying to control her destiny? Kill them. Clown interrupts her plan to kill said time keepers? Kill him. Weird man in a purple robe trying to take away everyone’s free will? You guessed it: kill him. What she doesn’t realize, though, is that this mindset makes her no different from the corrupt TVA agents she hates so much. People making choices that lead to chaos and multiversal war? Prune them. In other words, kill them. Loki’s love for Sylvie, and his friendship with Mobius, has taught him that life has value, and now he’s doing everything he can to protect it through the TVA. But this isn’t a lesson that Sylvie has learned yet. She’s only thinking about the value of her own life - not the lives of others. Not really. Not yet.

Also, how happy could she really be in her little 1980s McDonalds world? Yes, she's experiencing stability for the first time in her life, and don't get me wrong, Homegirl totally deserves the chance to rest and live a normal life for a little while. But, at the same time, how many people in her new timeline could ever really, truly understand the life she’s lived? She deserves to have people like Loki, Mobius, B15, Casey and OB in her life: fellow variants who can relate, on some level, to the trauma that she’s been through. She deserves the chance to explore and embrace her Asgardian heritage, her Jotun heritage, even. With Loki in particular, she has the opportunity to be in a relationship where she is fully known in every way possible, seeing as he’s literally a masculine version of herself. She deserves that kind of intimacy in her life, and it won’t be long before that lack of connection starts to leave her lonely again. She may say that she’s not running from anything, but she is. She’s running from herself, from her own story.

Loki’s not off the hook, either. He made some major missteps in the way he approached this conversation. It really should have been his responsibility to lead with love and prioritize Sylvie’s emotions over his own. And while I think he tried to do that… he failed pretty miserably. 

I have a suspicion that he was disappointed, a little hurt, even, when he learned about Sylvie’s new life on the timeline. Afterall, they had kinda made plans to do that together when all was said and done. It probably stung to learn that not only was she ok without him, she was also happy and thriving in her new life. This is honestly the hardest part of learning how to love someone selflessly. You tell yourself that you want what’s best for them, but… can you accept it if “what’s best for them” has nothing to do with whether or not you are an active part of their life?

A lot of Loki’s desperation to find Sylvie in the first episode is fueled by uncertainty–not knowing where she is and wanting to make sure she’s ok. When he learns about her new life, a lot of that urgency goes away. But, he still wants to see her, and he feels like he needs a “reason” for it. So, he hides behind his encounter with her in the elevator as his way in.

What Loki should have done in this moment was be vulnerable with her. He should have asked her how she was. He should have told her the real reason he came: because he loves her and wants to fix things between them (and also protect her from an impending multiversal war, but that’s a conversation for later). He got this so right when he threw himself under her blade at the citadel, holding her gently and assuring her that he knew how she felt. But sincerity and truth-telling, vulnerability, are all still new to him, and while he’s not hiding his feelings anymore, you can tell he’s still struggling to express them.     

He’s too in his own head during their conversation. Her cold attitude and the time limit she’s placed on the talk have left him scrambling for words, so instead, he chooses to put up his own walls rather than chip away at hers. He tells her about what he saw in the future and asks her for information. He starts talking about TVA business and multiversal wars (the absolutely last thing she wants to hear about) and tries to force his viewpoint on her again rather than actually trying to clear the air.  

They both have so far to go to reconcile their relationship, and it's tough to watch. It makes me miss their bond in season 1, their playful banter and the inherent sweetness of their honeymoon phase. Is it possible that they’re drifting apart intentionally, that they won’t end up together in the end? Yeah, sure. Marvel doesn’t really have a great track record for ending romances on a positive note. But I really hope that all the angst is building towards something satisfying in the end. It is, after all, only episode 2. We’ve got the whole rest of the season to go!  

#sylki #loki season 2 #loki series #loki spoilers #geeking out gracefully

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My Loki

Loki x gn!reader, slight Mobius x gn!reader

Requested on ao3 by Charalover101:

“What about Loki x reader x Mobius? Just wondering if you'd write that 😅”

I wanted to do like little funny snippets of you, Loki, and Mobius around the TVA, but I got a little carried away lol This is also kinda Loki x Reader with implied x Mobius in the future?

2 (funny). “Where’s your crazy boyfriend?” “Probably doing crazy things.” 5 (funny). “Why aren’t you dating him?” “Because I’d destroy him.” “He’d be into that.” 19 (funny). “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” 24 (hurt/comfort). “Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

Warnings: light/moderate angst, swearing (because I just can't help myself), mentions of an injury but no detail in the actual injury itself, SUPER fluffy omg

Word Count: 2806

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“Where’s your crazy boyfriend?”

You looked up from your files. Mobius stood with his hands on his hips, a disapproving look all over his face. You glanced around at where Loki had been, only to find it empty. Not even a note or anything. You must have gotten distracted reading your file.

You shrugged. You didn’t bother correcting him. “Probably doing crazy things. Why?”

The greying agent sighed. “Because I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on both of you. Any idea where he might have gone?”

“No,” you dragged out, thinking. “But I can help you look?”

-

You looked through the window at the moon, disintegrating slowly and coming down to destroy the planet. You felt awful for betraying Mobius like that… His face was burnt into your mind.

“You look tired.”

You turned to look at Sylvie, the variant you had been chasing. She was distinctly Loki, and not Loki, at the same time. She was mischievous and prideful and magical, but she wasn’t your Loki.

Not that he was really yours anyway.

“So do you.”

She glanced around at the train. There were too many people, too many possible risks. She shook her head. “I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to.”

You followed her gaze to Loki. He stood by the bar, drinking who-knows-what and drinking who-knows-who. Your heart hurt seeing him with someone that way.

“He’s happy with you,” she pointed out.

You shook your head, looking down at your hands and picking at your cuticles. Dirt from the planet had gotten under your nails from your stumbling and tripping while running from the falling meteors. You worked diligently to pick all of it out.

“We aren’t together.”

She seemed shocked by the news. But, upon looking at him again, maybe he wouldn’t be flirting with someone if he was already with you. Then again, she didn’t know this version of herself that well.

“You like him, though.” Your eyes snapped up, but your mouth opened with empty retorts. “Don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen how you look at him.”

Your eyes searched for the God of Mischief again. Seeing him smile and be so carefree was like a breath of fresh air after the hell you’d been put through.

“Why aren’t you dating him?”

You scoffed. “Because I’d destroy him. I’m mortal. He’d be forced to watch me grow old, grow weary, until I can’t stand anymore - until I can’t even remember him. He’d watch me die, and, if he can even truly care about anything, it would kill him.”

Sylvie smirked knowingly. “He’d be into that.”

-

The ship was destroyed. There was no escape.

In the back of your mind, you knew. You knew it would be pointless. When you, Loki, and Mobius went to Pompeii and Loki threw all those veggies, told those people that nothing mattered, nothing had happened. Nothing had changed. Why would this be any different?

You collapsed into the water. There were rocks right there, but you needed this. You needed the cold shock of reality to ground you into this moment.

You were going to die.

You’re going to die.

You let out a shaky breath. You ran your hands through the cold liquid, lifted it in your palms just to let it slip through your fingers.

You were going to die and here you were, playing in a puddle. You almost laughed at the thought. A bitter laugh.

The sounds of steps approaching caught your attention. You didn’t need to turn around to know it would be one of the Lokis. Which one didn’t matter…

That was a lie.

Loki crouched down beside you, his eyes focused solely on you. They were full of worry and sadness. Before you knew what you were doing, your wet hand was cupping his cheek. He didn’t care about the drips that ran down his face. He leaned into the touch.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you back.” His voice was quiet, like if he spoke too loud the entire world would fall apart anyway.

You smiled, but it was sad. “I wasn’t going to make it past that day. I’m glad I could experience this instead.”

He grinned at the idea. If you hadn’t been thrown off course, he wouldn’t have met you. His hand raised to hold yours on his cheek.

“Then, I’m glad to have met you.”

“Me too.”

He carefully pulled your hand from his cheek, holding it in his lap instead. His long fingers traced patterns in your palm.

“I miss Mobius.”

He chuckled at your comment, nodding in agreement. He’d grown rather fond of the agent, too. Going through that portal while he yelled his name…

“I ruined his salad to prove a dumb theory,” he reminisced, sighing as he looked forlorn at the moon above you, “only to forget our little discovery when it would have been most useful.”

“It was a good shot, Loki. The best shot we had.”

The moon split in half and you felt your heart get lodged in your throat. You heard Sylvie approach, but she sat on one of the rocks. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

You leaned your head down on Loki’s shoulder. After a beat of hesitation, you felt him rest your head on yours. He switched hands with you, shifting to look at Sylvie as he reached out to her. She had been alone all this time - he didn’t want her to die alone, too.

“Loki?”

A large chunk of the moon crashed down. It was horrifying. It was chaos.

And, yet, it was beautiful.

“Yes, darling?”

“Let’s go out sometime, yeah?”

You felt his chest vibrate with a laugh.

“Alright,” he agreed. “We’ll hit the town. Dinner, drinks - the whole thing.”

You smiled. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

You didn’t see the orange doors opening up behind you.

-

“Mobius, please, just listen-”

“Why should I listen to you?” His voice was incredulous. “You’ve just spent 12 hours with two Lokis!”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

He scoffed, shaking his head as he opened a door. This one was red. “Yeah, well, maybe you should have thought about that before you betrayed me. Put them in.”

“Wha- No! Mobius, wait!”

You fought as hard as you could against the guards, but through the door you went.

And it was hell.

It wasn’t your worst memory, but it wasn’t good. When Mobius entered the time loop, you were on the floor, knees hugged to your chest. To say it didn’t hurt to see you that way would be a lie, but he heard the way Loki spoke of Sylvie. Of you…

He crouched in front of you, trying to bite back any worry from reading on his face.

“I meant it.”

He looked at you, waiting for you to continue. Your eyes finally met his.

“I don’t want you to get hurt…”

Mobius nodded. He believed you. He could see the concern in your eyes, even after the torture the time loop had put you through.

“Hurt from what?”

You swallowed. Your eyes glanced at the doorway your tormentor had come through, over and over again. He reached out to set a hand on your knee.

“I’ve stopped the loop. Tell me what’s going on.”

“You’re a variant. All of the TVA agents are variants,” you told him. His eyes squinted in disbelief. “When Sylvie enchanted C-20, she had to dig through layers of TVA nonsense before she could find anything real. She found memories, real memories, of Earth and margaritas and friends. The TVA is lying to you all, and I don’t know what they do to you when you find out, but I don’t want you to die.”

He nodded slowly, trying to process everything he’d discovered. First Loki, now you, and what he saw on Ravonna’s tempad… He couldn’t deny it.

“I believe you,” he said.

“Really?” Your eyes were wide. You thought you sounded insane, but he believed you?

He chuckled. “Yeah. Loki told me the same thing, but I don’t think you could both pull the same lie out of your asses.”

You leaped forward, hugging him tightly. You were just so happy he believed you, that now maybe he had a shot to survive.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, squeezing you back. A smile curved his lips. Now you just had to go collect Loki and you all could take down the TVA together, spread the truth.

The team back together again.

-

The Void wasn’t what you expected. That is to say, there were a lot more Lokis. There was also a giant cloud monster that ate everything near it, so, ya know… cool.

You followed the four other Loki variants as they guided you through the wasteland. Apparently, the kid had a device that let him know when people or objects would be “deposited”, for lack of a better word, onto the surface of the Void. They had a good reason to suspect it was another Loki variant.

You stepped over building walls, vehicle wreckage, armor - you name it, it’s probably there, and you’ve probably stepped over it. You winced as you cut your hand on some glass. But the Lokis didn’t stop, so neither could you.

“How many Lokis are out here?” you asked.

The child shrugged, still following the invisible path his device was guiding him on. “Pick a number.”

“The President Loki variant usually converts them to his little gang,” the old one spoke bitterly. “They’re the ones you really have to watch out for.”

“And how do you know this one won’t be like him?”

The broad-shouldered Loki behind you spoke up. “We don’t.” He grit his teeth, his fingers gripping his hammer as though he was trying to choke the life out of it. “But if he is-”

“There!”

You followed the older Loki’s gaze. For an old man, he had remarkable vision. You were almost jealous. But sure enough, there lay a Loki.

You squinted your eyes, trying to see the distant figure better. That wasn’t just any Loki.

“Lokes!”

You took off in a sprint, tripping over more carnage as you raced to the unconscious figure. You fell to your knees in front of him, eyes searching him for any wounds. The four others caught up quickly, the alligator variant jumping into the kid’s arms as he kneeled down beside you.

“You know this one?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. He just invaded New York. We were helping the TVA find another variant of him, but then things went kinda wrong and,” you sighed, cutting yourself off. “It’s really confusing.”

You jumped when Loki, your Loki, suddenly gasped to life, chest heaving and eyes searching his surroundings frantically for anything familiar. They soon landed on you, but they also saw the other versions of him.

“Am I in Hel?” he asked as he sat up.

You lunged forward and hugged him, relaxing as you finally found something comforting amongst the chaos. His hand instantly found its way to your back, supporting you and keeping you there at the same time.

“No, no, not Hel,” you breathed. “Much worse. I’ll try to explain.”

“We need to move,” the old Loki said.

You pulled away, almost reluctantly, but helped Loki stand. These Lokis had made it very clear to you that you always needed to keep moving - away from Alioth if possible. Just getting this close to fetch your Loki was a risk.

“You’re bleeding.” Blue eyes trained in on your cut hand, brow furrowed with worry.

You just shook your head and pulled him along with the group. “Later, Lokes. We gotta catch you up.”

-

So, Boastful Loki betrayed you for President Loki, but President Loki betrayed him, but all of President Loki’s lackeys (who were also Lokis) betrayed President Loki, and ugh. You were kind of tired of Lokis.

On the bright side, Sylvie and Mobius were back! You couldn’t begin to fathom into words how relieved you had been to see them - you’d dragged them both into hugs, even as Loki explained his ridiculous plan and was very offended when he was the only one to like it.

You pulled a blanket old Loki had conjured up for you further around yourself. The fire was nice and warm, but the blanket felt like a hug.

“He is green.”

Old Loki and Mobius had been going back and forth, trying to figure out if alligator Loki actually was a Loki.

“All alligators are green,” you piped in with a chuckle.

The alligator in question let out a low hiss, and you looked to the older man for a translation. He sighed. “He said, ‘It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.’ I would like to add, it sounded very sarcastic.”

The atmosphere around the fire was warm and comforting, like an odd family dinner. Your eyes studied Mobius from across the way. He seemed tired. When you first met him, he was full of spirit and wit. Now, his whole world had been flipped on its head. Everything he knew was a lie. And he looked exhausted.

His eyes met yours, and he offered a soft smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but you didn’t expect it to.

“Mobius,” the voice of the kid variant made you both look at him, “assuming you do get back to the TVA, what exactly are you getting yourself into?”

“I don’t know.” He sighed. His shoulders sagged. He looked as though he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I’d like to let people know the truth.”

“So just like that, you’re turning on the very thing you devoted your life to.”

He gave a half smile, eyes finding yours again effortlessly. “Well, it’s never too late to change.”

You shared his smile as you turned your attention back to the fire, processing everything that had happened so far. Everything that you wanted to happen next.

You zoned out for long enough that Sylvie’s appearance by your side surprised you.

“You should go talk to him,” she whispered. She didn’t look worried, though. Perhaps she just thought it would be nice to have one last moment with you boyfriend before the end.

The thought almost made you smile to yourself.

Boyfriend.

You nodded and got up, wrapping your blanket around kid Loki with a playful ruffle of his hair. He laughed and swatted you away, but he still grabbed the edges and pulled it tighter. You hoped he would be okay when this was all over.

Outside of the shelter, a good few feet away, sat your Loki. He was just staring out into the Void. Portals opened up in the sky and dropped old timelines, quickly eaten up by Alioth.

You quietly sat down next to him. He didn’t turn to look at you until you carefully took his hand in yours.

“It’s warmer in there.”

“Ah, so that’s why your fingers are so toasty.” He smiled, running his cool hands along your warm ones. His brow suddenly furrowed and he reached for your other hand. “I nearly forgot about this.”

There was still a cut along your hand. It was wrapped up in cloth to prevent any more dirt from pushing up inside of it, but when Loki unraveled it, it was clear it hadn’t helped much. He ran a thumb along the slice in the middle of your palm, studying the mark. As he reached the deepest part, you winced and instinctively pulled back.

He frowned, holding out his hand. “I’m sorry, darling. I’ll be more careful this time, I promise.” His voice was gentle and his blue eyes looked deep into yours, begging you to trust him. Trust him, and he promised he wouldn’t hurt you again.

So you did.

You put your hand back in his, and he offered a soft smile as thanks. His other hand came and hovered above your palm, a green glow moving along the length of your injury, before it stopped, and it was nothing more than a memory.

“There, all better.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your palm, right where the deepest point had been, as if to prove that it really was healed.

You smiled. “Thank you, Lokes.” When he released your hand, you took it back just to study it. “Your magic is amazing. Everything you’ve done - that you can do - it blows my mind,” you admitted.

He grinned. “I’m flattered you think so. I’m quite sure there are a few Lokis here who could do much more than heal a simple injury and cast a few illusions.”

“Maybe.” You wrapped your arms around one of his, hugging his arm and leaning into his side. “But they’re not my Loki.”

#loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x mobius #mobius x reader #mobius x you #mobius x y/n #fluff #slight angst #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader

[emeraldcast]

       It felt like a life time had passed since he’d last seen @hopeslastchxnce​. Loki had learned that time worked very differently within the TVA, what could feel like minutes could actually be hours, or even days. Everything was linear, but it wasn’t at the same time because the TVA was outside of time and could appear anywhere at any time along the sacred timeline. Sometimes weeks would go by in Charles’ time between their sessions, but for Loki it would only be a few days. He’d had to pick his moments carefully to make sure the time agents didn’t get wind of his little trips and ensure no branches were created as a result of the help he was receiving from Charles.

      Except now he knew none of it mattered. He had been running in some hamster wheel, thinking he was actually achieving something when in reality, he was just another puppet to some maniac who thought he got to call the shots on other people’s lives. So many lives, so many new timelines and possibilities had been snuffed out because of ‘He who remains’ ego trip. The man had feared other variants of himself coming along and taking his place, so he had made it so no one could cross from other timelines or universes. He’d treated everyone like pieces on a playing board and Loki, fool that he was had danced along to his tune.

      Loki had gone from being under the thumb of Thanos, to the thumb of He who remains and it made his blood boil to think he had been duped and controlled again. He had jumped through hoop after hoop, trying to impress Mobius, the TVA, even the blasted time keepers so he could earn his freedom and be better than the Loki he’d been before. Charles had been a big help towards him becoming that, helping to uproot the rot that had been in his mind. It wasn’t all gone, and some of his memories were still distorted, but he’d come a long way and he owed a debt of gratitude towards the man. He just wished he’d not wasted time trying to follow all of their rules now that he knew everything about that place was a lie created by a megalomaniac. 

      So when Sylvie; the variant he’d been tasked with stopping had proposed they kill the puppeteer, Loki had been very tempted. The man deserved it, and Loki had wanted his freedom, but making that choice was something the old him would have done. He never would have expected he’d turn down an opportunity to rule, to be able to call the shots and have access to limitless power, but when the time had come to pick a side, Loki had chosen to stand in Sylvie’s way. Their fight had been short but brutal, and before he knew it, he had been tossed through a portal and sent back to the TVA.

      Loki had known the second she had killed their tormenter by how chaotic it had become in the TVA. So many branches had formed, agents rushing around to try and maintain some order, and when Loki had gone to try and help, he’d discovered that he had accidentally been sent into one of these other universes. He could have stayed to help, to clean up the mess that he was partly to blame for, but instead he’d walked away, stealing a TemPad until he was able to find his way back to his universe. Back to Charles.

      He’d not taken time to change out of his ruined clothes, it would have been easy to do, just a simple spell but all his focus had been on getting back home. So much had happened since their last meeting which had ended in an argument (of sorts) and Loki being told to leave. He didn’t want to risk wasting any energy in case he’d needed it in order to get home, and after hopping through several universes, he was too tired to care about his appearance, and too tired to keep denying what he felt for Charles.

      Yet once he saw Charles, those anxieties had held him in place. What if Charles rejected him? What if he still saw him as the villain that everyone else saw? What if after throwing him out last time, he didn’t want to see him anymore? But all those thoughts were chased away when he heard Charles’ uncertainty on him returning and having found his resolve once again, he took Charles’ cheek in one hand and pressed their lips together.

      It wasn’t their first kiss, that one had been in the heat of the moment, unplanned and a reaction to memories that had been unraveled by Charles. This kiss was definitely planned, and more chaste than their first had been, yet not lacking in any feeling or desire. He was sure Charles had to know about the attraction he felt, but it had remained unsaid between them, a subject they glossed over because neither of them wanted to confront it. Now there could be no denying it. Loki had laid out his feelings plainly.

      He had prepared himself for rejection, in some ways, he had expected it to happen so it shocked him when he felt his kiss being returned. A shudder ran through him and he used his free hand to grip onto Charles’ hip to press him further against the kitchen island as he deepened the kiss, tongue seeking permission to explore the other’s mouth.

#hopeslastchxnce #tw: long post

[worstloki]

TVA sucks so much it took Loki 15 minutes to find a loophole in their system and that was when he had restricted access to only his own file

#Loki didn't even have access to anything else he was literally crying over having caused Ragnarok and was multitasking and figured this out #that's what happened right???? #loki is smort and don't you forget it #but seriously #how is the TVA even keeping reality running like this #loki touches the tesseract and suddenly all reality is on the line?? #they framed him #clearly #the theory that the TVA was actually formed by 3 loki's in a trenchcoat who were messing around suddenly makes so much sense #think about it #loki got bored and decided to start a new mythology #the entire thing was supposed to be satire #and then the bureaucrats he dumped into the building started to believe the videos and posters #the Loki show #loki spoilers #loki show spoilers

[sserpente]

A/N: It’s Christmas tiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeee in the Void! Request from @thatpanpal​. Let’s go!

Words: 1104 Warnings: implied smut, light bondage

“What is that long face for, pet? Cheer up, those supplies quite literally fell into our arms!” President Loki hooked his index finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him surprisingly gently. He had been in an exceptionally good mood recently and it was rather hard to ignore those wild butterflies in your stomach whenever he gave you one of those mischievous smirks.

He was right, of course. The TVA had only just pruned another reality—entire buildings had dropped from the sky, appearing out of nowhere, ready to be devoured by Alioth. But before it could come to that… Loki and his lower Variants, as he liked to call them, had raided the new appearance like vicious Vikings.

Whatever this reality and the people in it had done wrong to get on the TVA’s radar, they had been in the middle of Christmas preparations as there was a massive shopping mall with dozens of stores selling anything Christmassy you could think of among the new buildings.

Coming from a reality from Earth yourself, seeing all the baubles and ornaments, the gingerbread and even the mulled wine had made you melancholic rather than happy about how many supplies you had now stocked up on with this entire shopping mall appearing in the Void.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just… it must be Christmas time right now.” President Loki lifted his eyebrows, seemingly unimpressed. Well, he was a god. What would he care for celebrating the birth of some Christian prophet?

“Hmm, I figured that. See, back on Asgard, around this time of the year, the people would set up Yule trees and decorate them with offerings for the Norns. It used to be a rather serious matter, the Norns are quite easy to anger. Now the mortals…” He chuckled darkly, holding up a golden tinsel chain, “…the mortals managed to turn this sacred tradition into a time for consumption, greed and glitter.”

You smiled at him sadly. “It’s more about the feeling and the atmosphere. Decorating, listening to Christmas songs, making gingerbread houses and playing in the snow… spending time with your family. I… I miss Earth. I miss home.”

His expression darkened. “This is your home now. You chose me.” That you did. You made your decision the moment the TVA had shown up to prune the man you had fallen in love with. You were no Variant, and when you had refused to step aside when the Minutemen made their move to erase him from reality, their only solution was to prune you along with him. So you had joined him. You were his queen and you were utterly devoted to him—even if you missed your old life terribly.

Loki was not particularly fond of Midgardian traditions. During the times he had run for president in the US, however, you had convinced him rather quickly how amazing hot chocolate tasted when it was snowing outside. Perhaps you could do that again. Perhaps…

“Loki?”

The God of Mischief sighed. “Oh, I know that tone. What is it? If you would like me to pleasure you with my tongue, you will have to earn it, little mortal.”

“That’s not what I… I…” You blushed furiously, resisting the urge to bury your face in your hands. “All those Christmas decorations in the mall… can we take some and decorate here?”

He rolled his eyes in response.

“Loki, please… we could keep it all in gold and green?” You offered, pointing at the golden tinsel he was still holding in his hands.

“Please?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, peeking up at him as innocently as you could muster. Loki took a deep breath.

“Fine. I will have them brought here along with that Christmas food you seem to like so much.”

“You like it too, remember? You couldn’t keep your hands off the mince pies on our trip to London.”

“Do not push me. You are already treading on very thin ice today, pet.”

You grinned. “Well, maybe they sold ice skates in the mall as well.”

Loki growled and rolled his eyes once more. You squealed when he picked you up and made you wrap your legs around his hips, a giggle escaping your lips when he dropped you both on his bed, with him hovering above you like he was about to pounce on you—that’s when you noticed one of the boxes another Variant had already dropped off earlier to give Loki an idea of what they had found in the mall and presumably where Loki had gotten the tinsel from.

Your face lit up when you spotted a fake mistletoe plant among the pile, decorated with a red bow. Grinning, you reached for it, much to Loki’s irritation, and held it over both your heads.

“Mistletoes are not to be taken lightly where I come from.” He said. “What is this about?”

“Well, on Earth we put these on door thresholds and chandeliers. Whenever two people are caught underneath it both at the same time… they have to kiss.”

“Ah, I see…” He purred. Hunger flashed in his blue eyes, catching you off guard. It bought Loki just enough time to snatch both your wrists and pin them down above your head. You smiled when you noticed him keeping the mistletoe above you with his magic, eyes widening, however, when you realised that he was tying you up with… the golden tinsel. And with the number of times he had wrapped it around your wrists, there was no way you were going to break free despite the rather weak material.

“Does the mistletoe specify where I get to kiss you?” He winked, sending a wave of arousal through you as you remembered his words from earlier. Biting your lower lip, you shook your head.

“How about a bargain?” He continued hoarsely.

“A… bargain?”

“If you succeed in making me like your sparkly Midgardian Christmas…” He paused, pampering your lips with a passionate kiss. “…Then I shall dedicate an entire day to making your pretty little quim cum on my tongue over and over again until you are screaming for mercy.” He hissed into your ear, making you swallow.

A whimper escaped your lips, stifled by yet another kiss. Oh, and little did you know that the mistletoe would keep floating around above you two from now on, giving Loki the perfect excuse to pounce on you whenever he saw fit.

Well, you had no reason to complain. Besides, you were on a mission now. Turn your Asgardian Grinch into a Christmas-loving, green and gold Santa Clause.

-

A/N: If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you supported me on Kofi! ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

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[hellveticabold]

Hidden Horror in Loki

I am haunted by a few portions of the Loki series. Like I find myself thinking about these fictitious story beats and make myself cry in the shower. Thought I’d share it here, but I warn you: it’s sad. 

Every person that Sylvie met after her escape from the TVA was doomed to die

Think about that for a second. It wasn’t JUST that Sylvie was on the run from a very young age (though that’s terrible enough on it’s own), she literally had to hide in apocalypses for hundreds to thousands of years. She knew that every kindly grandmother who gave her food would be killed in a few minutes or days. Each cute boy or girl she had a crush on would die very soon - and probably quite painfully. 

Every laughing baby, every smiling couple, every sleepy kitten, every person she was ever intimate with... For 1000 years, every face she saw was doomed to death. And if she had to go to the same apocalypses over and over again, she got to see the same people die many times over. 

Even If she ever had wanted to save someone - to help the people of Pompeii escape the volcano or rescue the RoxxCart shoppers or just save someone she felt a connection with - she couldn’t. If she rescued anyone from the ‘sacred timeline’, the TVA would find her and kill everyone she’d saved.

No wonder she’s got difficulties connecting with others!

All of those cars, buses, and buildings in the Void were full of people when they were pruned

Instead of looking for Easter eggs in the void, I was busy picturing the last horrifying moments of the thousands of men, women, and children who must have been consumed alive by Alioth. Even Classic Loki says that “whole realities’ had been sent to the Void and eaten. 

Sylvie found herself in a school bus when she was pruned - who’s to say that bus wasn’t full of children when it was sent to the void? 

When we see the USS Eldrige try to fight Alioth, at least they were soldiers. At least they were used to seeing the horrors of war. What about the literal millions of helpless, innocent people that were sent there to die? 

President Loki is fighting to rule over a miserable, hopeless wasteland where the universe goes to die

I know it’s played for laughs, but President Loki (along with all of the other Loki variants in the void) just makes me so sad.

It wasn’t until I saw the Funko pop for President Loki that I really noticed how worn and damaged his suit is. Yes, it’s Tom Hiddleston so he looks sexy as hell no matter what. But the thing that really got me is his torn pant leg. How did that happen? How long has he been here?

And that damn torn pant leg made me realize how absolutely horrific his life must be. How many people has he seen die? Thousands? Millions? He can trust no one, he fights to the death for scraps. What kind of immeasurable suffering is behind that smile? His is a loveless, empty, paranoid, miserable existence. Just like almost every other Loki in the Void. 

Our Loki felt inadequate and unloved and so tried to take over Earth. But what about President Loki? Does he distract himself from his soul-crushing emptiness by keeping the suit as pristine as possible? Is that the only sense of self and security he has? But what happens when the suit tears? 

They’re like rabid animals - scratching and clawing and killing each other to climb aboard a sinking ship. They’re all going to die - but the one at the top will die last - and that’s all they’re really fighting for.

The nightmare that is Throg’s cameo

Speaking of miserable existences - How am I supposed to sleep at night knowing that there is a sentient creature buried alive in the Void? I mean, Jimminy Christmas, that’s horrifying. 

Who could be mad at Sylvie for trying to destroy the organization that caused all of this misery?

In summation - Sylvie’s life was a nightmare, the TVA is unimaginably evil, and President Loki makes me a strange combination of sad and aroused. 

Sorry for the sad feels everyone; I just had to get it off my chest. 

#loki #sylvie #loki show #loki series #tva #meta

[thestorycfus]

Can I go where you go?

Pairing: Sylvie x fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of worlds ending

Summary: Sylvie and Reader are running together through apocalypses. Reader fears that Sylvie would leave her behind in order to keep her safe.

Word count: 1,467

Masterlist

Running was all Sylvie ever knew, and it was how she met you, too. Your princess in shining armor showed up when your own world was ending. A comet was supposed to wipe out the entire population of the region, destroying everything you’d ever known. You were in the path of destruction, about to disappear, alone and in silence, blissfully unaware of the threat you couldn’t escape.  

At least until Sylvie came along. She stepped out of a portal in the middle of your room and almost gave you a heart attack. She was scary, but in a good way, and you didn’t hesitate when she asked for shelter. In exchange, you just wanted to know how she did that portal thing. And why she ended up in your room, of all places. And what she was running from. And what exactly the whole ‘hiding in apocalypses’ deal meant for you, the supposed apocalypse resident.

You later found out that it wasn’t like Sylvie to share her stories and plans with strangers, or with anyone else, but she was tired and lonely, and you were curious, also lonely and about to die anyway, so she decided to indulge. The problem (or the miracle) was that, with every little thing she revealed, she got to see a bit of you too. You were equally fascinated and terrified, and she couldn’t just leave you behind.

After a nice, homemade dinner in your small kitchen, she asked you if you wanted to try the ‘portal thing’. You took her hand without looking back and, ever since, you two had been crossing space and time together. Falling in love with Sylvie was as easy as breathing, and being loved by her was as beautiful and thrilling as the universe itself. You helped her with the ongoing plan to defeat the TVA and, in secret, you dreamed of a life for the two of you when it was done.

You didn’t mind the constant running at all, as long as Sylvie was running along with you. You would rather handle any apocalypse with her than have a normal, secure, boring existence away from the love of your life, and you made sure to tell her so whenever the topic came up.  It was one of the few matters you two ever fought about, but you feared you would never truly convince Sylvie of how happy you were to share this journey with her.

You knew Sylvie wished to take you to some peaceful, safe place where you wouldn’t be perpetually at risk. It was impossible, since your survival should be a nexus event on itself if you ever dared to leave the constant string of apocalypses, but your girlfriend still wanted to offer you that. It just hurt to know that she didn’t plan on sharing such a dreamy reality with you, not even if it was more her dream than yours – the quiet life, the stability she never had, the option to stay.

Sylvie was determined to have her revenge, and she wouldn’t sacrifice the mission for anything, not even for you. She was smart, resourceful and capable of getting around any problem, and that made you afraid. If she figured out a way, was there anything to stop Sylvie from giving you the un-apocalyptical world she thought you deserved, even if you didn’t want it at all? Would she even let you know or would she simply convince herself that it was a sacrifice worth making to keep you safe? Could she leave without warnings or goodbyes?

That’s what you were thinking about as Sylvie cuddled you to sleep. You two were hiding in an abandoned house in another ending world – a house with a big, soft bed for once. This apocalypse was supposed to be sudden, so everything would seem just fine for the next 24 hours, according to Sylvie. The blonde could tell you were concerned, but you refused to tell her why. She had promised never to enchant you without your permission, so she just held you close, her hands running over your skin in soothing patterns. Even with your worries, the comfortable bed and the presence of Sylvie helped you fall asleep.

Soon, you wished you hadn’t. That house was too silent, too pretty, too home-like, even if it was completely empty when you arrived. It seemed to fit too well in the safe world that Sylvie used to describe to you. That thought kept running around your mind even when you were unconscious, and it gave space to a chilling nightmare.

In the dream, you woke up in that same bed, but you were lying alone. At the other side of the room, you saw Sylvie. She had her back turned to you as she entered a time door. You immediately knew what she was doing, but you were too shocked to call for her, and then it was too late. She crossed the portal and it closed behind her, making Sylvie, her TemPad and your happiness unreachable for the rest of your existence. The sight was like a sick reverse version of the moment you met Sylvie, a beautiful, magical runaway appearing from nothing in your room. Neither image would ever leave your head.

Then, you actually woke up. For a couple seconds, you weren’t sure of what was real. You were in the exact same bed, staring at the same corner you faced in the dream, where Sylvie had been just a moment before. You were shaking and the tears in your eyes made it hard to see any details, but you felt Sylvie’s arm over your waist as you sat up. You turned around to see her, still awake and looking at you with concern. You tried to wipe away the tears, telling yourself that this was real, Sylvie was real, Sylvie was right there with you. She was hugging you in an instant, kissing your tears away.

“What scares you, my Princess? You are safe, love, I am here to protect you.”

Her words only made you cry harder, holding on to her as if she might disappear.

“I had a bad dream, that’s all. Don’t worry about it, Syl.”

“Of course I am going to worry, Princess. It is my duty to keep you safe and I wouldn’t accept anything less.”

You hid your face against her shoulder and sighed, trying to recompose yourself enough to tell her about it. You weren’t sure if you could find the words to do so, but you looked up to her once you managed to stop crying.

“You were leaving. You had found a way to take me somewhere the TVA wouldn’t look for me, and you were leaving me behind without even telling me so.”

Your voice was just a whisper, but you looked Sylvie in the eyes as you spoke, making sure you wouldn’t miss any signs from her. If she actually planned on ever doing that, maybe this was your chance to know. You watched as realization hit her, and she shook her head, looking even sadder than when you woke up in such a disoriented state.  

“How come you think too highly and too low of me at the same time? I would never betray you in such a way, even if I would gladly betray the entire world for you, and I would never be so selfless to leave you, not even if it was to give you a better life, unless you ordered me to.”

Sylvie was capable of deceiving almost anyone, but you knew she wouldn’t lie to you about anything that important. She could, sometimes, strategically forget to mention some relevant information, but she would rather be tough and sincere than lie to protect you. When it mattered, she always told you the truth, even if it hurt you both.

“I know. I know you, Syl, and I trust you more than anyone I’ve ever known, but you speak of that world as if it would be utopia for me. It isn’t, Syl. My utopia is just you.”

She gave you a sad smile and a slow kiss, both of her hands holding your face.

“Don’t be silly, Princess. It is only utopia if it is ours. When I am done with the TVA, we will build it together.”

And you thought you couldn’t be more in love with her… Your princess in shining armor always knew what to say and do to make you feel like there was nothing but the two of you in all of space and time. Nothing as important, at least.

“That and everything else. Promise me, Syl. The good, the bad and the impossible… We will face all of it together.”

“Of course, Princess. Together. I swear by you.”

#sylvie #sylvie laufeydottir #sylvie x reader #sylvie x you #sylvie laufeydottir x reader #sylvie laufeydottir x you #sylvie imagine #sylvie laufeydottir imagine #marvel #marvel m #sylvie m #m

[simpforsersi]

Deja Vu - Mobius x gn!Reader

Hey look I wrote a thing! Granted, I wrote this thing in between busy moments at work, so there’s little to no plotline. Just a tired Mobius and a supportive reader.

Summary: Pre-the fall of TVA. I’m really unoriginal so this is yet another “Mobius and the reader were a thing before they were brought into the TVA” because I can’t get over that idea. Mobius is tired and has been having weird dreams.

Warnings: I can’t think of any warnings except that I think I used the words “grin” and “smile” WAY too much. Also, this is unedited. 

Word Count: 1.5k

Anyway, I’m clearly very brain-dead and I’ve always been bad at summaries/talking about things I’ve written so just here. Have this.

"Where did you go?"

You glance up from the file you're poring over, concentration broken by the sound of Mobius' voice. He's resting his chin in one hand and muttering to himself, eyebrows furrowed.  

"Who?"

He looks up sharply, startled.

"What?"

You can't help laughing. He's so discombobulated by being yanked out of his intense focus. Maybe pulling him back into reality was for the best, though. His tie is askew, his jacket was shed long ago, and there are dark circles under his eyes.

You could push, try to find out what he's so concerned about in this particular case, but you think it might be for the best to distract him for a bit.

"Want a coffee?"

He drops his pen and leans back in his chair, rubbing his face.

"Coffee might be a good idea," he agrees, and you scrape your chair back and stand up. He pouts at you, and you raise an eyebrow. "I don't wanna get up," he sighs, resting his head against the back of his chair and closing his eyes. "I'm tired."

"I know," you say, trying not to dwell on the soft feelings that flutter to life in your chest at the fact that he trusts you enough to be so vulnerable. "I'll be right back."

"Oh, gosh," he says, bracing his hands on the table and getting ready to pull himself up. "I'm not an invalid. I can get my own coffee."

"I know," you say again. "I'll get it anyway, though."

He looks like he wants to argue, but he doesn't, which proves how tired he is. You offer him a smile and leave to fetch the coffee, electing to ignore the pleasant tingling incited by his answering grin.

Balancing two coffee cups and a plate of cinnamon rolls isn’t easy, but you’re talented.

"Extra strong, because I know you like it that way. Also, I brought -- ”

You look up from the two paper cups you’re holding and lose the ability of speech.

Mobius’s face is buried in his arms, and he’s snoozing on the desk. You set the coffees and the plate down and fight the soft, feathery thing that is fluttering around inside your chest.

You could wake him up, but the poor man is clearly exhausted, and also he’s very adorable like this and you aren’t about to willingly relinquish listening to his soft snores. You sip your coffee and re-immerse yourself in your paperwork, but you end up knocking your empty mug over while you’re reaching for a cinnamon roll and Mobius wakes up with a snort.

“Sorry,” you say, wincing, righting the mug. “Just a clutz over here.”

He smiles sleepily, running a hand over his face and shifting in his seat. his hair is flat on one side and sticking up on the other, and he looks like he’s feeling a little nap-disoriented.

“That’s okay,” he says, voice raspy, and clears his throat. “You brought treats?”

“Yeah,” you say, reeling from his “just woke up” voice. “There was a tray of them beside the carafe, so I thought I’d snag some before they were gone.”

“Good thinking,” he says, reaching for one. He bites into it and makes a pleased noise that has no right doing what it does to your insides. It’s your turn to shift around in your seat. “These are amazing.”

“They’re very good,” you agree. “We should track down whoever made them and get the recipe.”

“Agreed,” Mobius says. He reaches for his coffee and swallows several mouthfuls before rubbing his face again.

“You okay?” you ask. He’s still a little bit off. It’s a different kind of “off,” but he’s not feeling right and that’s bothering you.

“Yeah -- yeah,” he says. “It’s just...”

“What?” you ask, a little too eagerly. You just want to know what’s going on so that you can try to fix it. You’re Mobius’s partner, and you always help him solve his problems. You want to do that now.

“This dream,” he says, frowning. “I keep having it. It’s so... It’s just weird.”

“Oh,” you say, taken aback. He’s been knocked off-kilter by a dream? “What’s it about?”

“You,” he says, and then, blushing a little, “and me. On Earth. Doing... stuff.”

You choke on your bite of cinnamon roll. That brings a lot of thoughts to your mind that you aren’t entirely comfortable with having. Mobius is your partner, your fellow analyst, your not boyfriend or husband or anything. You’re not even supposed to want that. Boy, this is bad, but thankfully Mobius interrupts your internal panic.

“Not... not that kind of stuff,” he says, and his face is bright red. “Just... I don’t know. Cleaning the kitchen. Hanging out in cities. Riding Jet Skis.” He gives you a lopsided grin.

Your heart is beating really quickly. You were not ready for him to say anything along those lines. You could never be ready for him to say anything along those lines. This is...

“Weird,” you manage, trying not to focus on the many and very intense physical and emotional feelings that are happening right now. “What a weird dream.”

“Exactly,” Mobius says, and he has a wild look in his eyes. “None of it happened, obviously -- ”

“Obviously,” you say quickly, grabbing onto this little piece of fact in the middle of all your stormy emotions.

“ -- but it feels like it could. Or it did. Or -- ”

“Woah,” you say, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. “None of that happened. None of it will happen. This is our life, Mobius,” you gesture at the table, strewn with paperwork and an empty plate and a couple of mugs, “and it’s all we’ve ever had and all we ever will.”

“Maybe not,” he says. “We could go to a city.”

“No, we couldn’t!” you say, panicking. You’ve never heard anyone talk like this. You work at the TVA and that’s... that’s it. That’s what you have. Mobius’s words are scaring you, not least because you can see yourself. You can see it in your head, and it feels familiar, like a movie that you’ve seen a hundred times.

“We could,” Mobius insists. “I’ll throw on some swim trunks, you grab a sunhat -- ”

"It's not like I have sunhats lying around," you interrupt him. “And do you even own a pair of swim trunks?”

“That’s not the point,” he says, sounding almost frustrated. He stands up from his seat and comes around to your side of the table. You can’t breathe, from either his proximity or the things he’s saying, you’re not sure which. “We could go,” he says. “We could just leave. Walk away from all of this and start a life of our own.”

“Mobius,” you say, shocked. You don’t know how to respond.

“What do you think?” he asks. He has a longing look in his eyes that he’s clearly trying to repress for your sake. You swallow hard.

“I think you need to go to bed,” you say, more sharply than you meant to. “I think I need to, too.”

Mobius’s face falls, and you feel the sharp sting of guilt for dashing his hopes like that. But what else can you do? Leave the TVA? That’s not happening.

“Yeah,” Mobius says with a sigh, “you’re probably right.”

You swallow again. You haven’t felt this rattled in a very long time -- probably since you and Mobius had to deal with that particularly unhinged Ultron variant -- and you just want to go to sleep and wake up with all of these strange feelings that are definitely disloyal to the TVA.

“I’m pretty sure I am,” you say.

“We just drank coffee, though,” Mobius points out, looking cautiously optimistic. “We should probably stay here and work until that wears off, right?”

You’re actually feeling very tired, and you’re willing to risk an hour of tossing and turning if it means that you can stretch out between crisp sheets and try to shake off the weirdness that has settled itself over you. But Mobius is wincing a little bit, bracing himself for rejection, and you’ve already shut him down once today.

“Okay,” you concede. “Fine. But as soon as you start snoring again, I’m gone.”

“Fair enough,” Mobius says, beaming at you.

You roll your eyes at him, trying very hard not to think about the many fluttery feelings you’re experiencing, and settle back in. He returns to his side of the table, and you shuffle your papers around until they look a bit more orderly.

“Hey,” Mobius says, and you look up at him. His eyes are tender, and your breath catches in your throat. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you return, and he smiles again, kicking your foot lightly under the table.

You force your mind back onto your case, which is hard. It wants to stay where it is: thinking about a kitchen in a city where Mobius rests his hand on the small of your back when he’s reaching for something in the cupboard. You shake your head to clear it of the image, which is vivid enough that you can almost feel Mobius’s hand warm against your skin.

But that’s not your life, and it never will be, and it never was.

Right?

#loki series #mobius x reader #gender neutral reader #mobius m. mobius #mobius imagines #mobius m. mobius x reader #agent mobius x reader #fanfic

[twh-news]

[For you who decide to start ranting in the notes without reading: it's officially canon.]

TLDR:

Even more so than Loki just realizing he is capable of loving someone other than himself, Loki is finally willing to accept himself and all his flaws. “I don't think Loki's relationship with himself has been very healthy,” Tom Hiddleston explains. “Trying to accept those aspects of himself, which he's been on the run from, was a way of thinking about that in a really interesting way. Also, Sylvie's not Loki. Sylvie is Sylvie. That's interesting, too. I'm really excited to see what people make of it.”

“Two variants of the same being, especially you, forming this kind of sick twisted romantic relationship? That’s pure chaos! That could break reality. It’s breaking my reality right now! What an incredible seismic narcissist! You fell for yourself!”

That’s what Mobius practically yells at Loki in the latest episode of Marvel Studios’ Loki. In trying to get to the bottom of what caused the Nexus Event on Lamentis-1, Mobius starts asking questions and prodding the God of Mischief in just the right way to get a confession out of him, without Loki actually confessing to anything. After putting the pieces together from Loki’s context cues, Mobius arrives at the only logical conclusion: Loki’s fallen for the other Variant, aka Sylvie. “You like her! Does she like you?” teases Mobius.“

That was one of the cruxes of my pitch [for the series], that there was going to be a love story,” head writer Michael Waldron explains to Marvel.com. “We went back and forth for a little bit about, like do we really want to have this guy fall in love with another version of himself? Is that too crazy? But in a series that, to me, is ultimately about self-love, self-reflection, and forgiving yourself, it just felt right that that would be Loki's first real love story.”

Loki and Sylvie’s love story has an apocalyptic beginning since that’s where the two first begin to bond. Trapped on a moon on the verge of total destruction, the two are forced to work together to find a way out of this situation, only to have it completely fail before their eyes. Feeling defeated, Sylvie wonders if Lokis are always destined to lose?

Loki reassures her that while they might lose, they don’t die — they survive. He goes on to call Sylvie “amazing” for how she almost took down the TVA on her own, and it’s clear from the look on his face that even though they’ve only been together a short while, Loki’s already come to admire and respect her. As the moon literally crumbles around them, Sylvie places a hand on Loki’s arm, and that’s when it happens: A branch on the Sacred Timeline. These two Lokis are having a moment they were never supposed to have, which as Mobius puts it, is “pure chaos.”

“The look that they share, that moment, [it started as] a blossoming friendship,” continues Waldron. “Then for the first time, they both feel that twinge of, ‘Oh, could this be something more? What is this I'm feeling?’ These are two beings of pure chaos that are the same person falling in love with one another. That's a straight-up and down branch, and exactly the sort of thing that would terrify the TVA.”

Thankfully this branch also leads to the two variants being located on Lamentis-1; unfortunately, their rescue leads to them immediately thrown into captivity at the TVA.

But what happened on Lamentis-1 clearly affects both of them in different ways, with Loki slowly coming to grips with the fact that he does have feelings for Sylvie — even though she’s “difficult, irritating, and tries to hit [him] all the time.”

This is only made more pronounced after Loki finds himself trapped in a time loop with Lady Sif back on Asgard shortly following his past-self committing a cruel prank and cutting off her hair. Sif not only beats him up (and rightfully so), but tells him many times, “You deserve to be alone and you always will be.” For the first time, Loki realizes he doesn’t want to be alone, and that there might be someone out there for him, who he can connect with on another level.

Even more so than Loki just realizing he is capable of loving someone other than himself, Loki is finally willing to accept himself and all his flaws. “I don't think Loki's relationship with himself has been very healthy,” Tom Hiddleston explains. “Trying to accept those aspects of himself, which he's been on the run from, was a way of thinking about that in a really interesting way. Also, Sylvie's not Loki. Sylvie is Sylvie. That's interesting, too. I'm really excited to see what people make of it.”

As Mobius notes, it might just be a case of extreme narcissism, but it also makes complete sense for the character.

“Who’s a better match for Loki than himself?” director Kate Herron chimes in. “The whole show is about identity. It's about him, and he is on a very different path, and he is on a different journey. He sees things in Sylvie that he is like, ‘Oh, I've been there. I know what you feel.’ But she's like, ‘Well, I don't feel that way.’ And I think that was the kind of fun thing about it. She is him, but she's not him. They've had such different life experiences. So just from an identity perspective, it was interesting to dig into that.”

“When Loki meets Sylvie, he's inspired solely by curiosity,” reveals Hiddleston. “He wants to talk to her and understand her and try to discern what was similar about their experiences, and what was different. He keeps asking her questions because he wants to see if his experience was also her experience. I think he realizes, and she realizes, that while they're the same, they're not the same.”

Herron was careful setting up this relationship. “It was just about giving it the space to breathe and digging into it in a way that felt earned,” she explains.

Considering partnerships are 50/50, credit has to be paid to Sophia Di Martino, taking on the role of Sylvie and becoming someone who can match Loki’s own energy and chaos.

"I think something that Sophia captured really beautifully is that she’s in a different space,” continues Herron. “She's almost where Loki was in Thor in some ways where she's dealing with a lot of pain. For different reasons, obviously. It was really interesting having her in a different headspace of a different Loki.”

When production was shut down at the start of the pandemic, Herron kept working, putting together what had already been filmed. She realized that “there were tonally some things that were coming to the surface” between Loki and Sylvie that she could explore deeper.

“As we were cutting it together in the studio, everyone was, ‘Oh, this [relationship] is really cool. Let's dig into that more,’" shares Herron. “When we went back to filming, we added or tweaked scripts basically to [emphasize it].”

#loki #loki series #tom hiddleston #loki spoilers #spoilers #loki series spoilers #article #marvel #sylvie #sylki #sophia di martino #kate herron #michael waldron

[iamnmbr3]

Hi. I've been reading threw a number of your posts related to Loki 2021 and the general impression your post give is that you don't like how Loki 2021 has been written and present (which I understand because while Loki is not a favourite character of mine, I want to see his character done justices). And I guess I was just wondering how you would have tackled Loki 2021, using the plot elements that have been established in the show, but with your own spin. Thank you :)

That's a great question! I think the premise actually had a ton of potential. @nikkoliferous and I often talk about all the really cool things that could've been done and why it's so particularly tragic that they wasted all that good story setup. I think there are 3 main types of directions the story could've gone in with this premise (and then a lot of variations within each type).

Direction 1 - A buddy comedy with a heart

So I think this is what they were trying to go for with Loki and Mobius's dynamic based on the narrative framing and how all the interviews have presented Mobius in a positive light. (Though that's not what they actually wrote at all).

The way to do this would be to set Mobius up in a more sympathetic way and put him and Loki on more even footing. They could've had Mobius be almost as much a prisoner as Loki. They could have started out with him being pretty indoctrinated into the TVA worldview, but also being considered expendable. We could've seen his superiors threaten him with deletion if he can't make things work with the Loki Variant. Maybe he even feels some compassion for Loki and convinces his superiors that Loki can be useful and shouldn't be deleted since he's powerless to do anything else and he figures being enslaved is probably better than dying. Loki could actually be in-character and question Mobius's world view etc. And Mobius could to the best of his ability treat him decently instead of smugly mocking and tormenting him.

We could have Loki escape early on and end up bringing Mobius along with him, either by accident or because he realizes Mobius will be killed for losing him and he feels bad about it. Then we have them thrown together by circumstances and they could slowly grow to trust each other over the course of the show. The series could dig into the parallels between them. Loki could point out to Mobius that he repeats the propaganda he's been taught but he's hardly less of a prisoner than Loki and his masters are hypocritical. This could also lead to Loki realizing that while maybe he wanted to tell himself that he was an ally of Thanos's the truth was anything but.

While they're on the run both could start to realize they're experiencing freedom from the first time. Mobius could learn to question the TVA and Loki could realize that maybe he can be himself and doesn't have to be a tool of Odin or Thanos. Loki could could grapple with how much control he had while attacking NYC (thus allowing Disney to leave that a bit open to interpretation without totally sweeping the torture and mind control under the rug) and Mobius could grapple with how complicit he has been in the TVA's horrific actions.

Rather than Loki "learning to be trustworthy" (smh) Loki could learn to trust someone else and that not everyone will betray him. Mobius could also be a stand-in for more casual viewers and slowly realize that Loki isn't just the uncomplicated villain he at first took him for. There could be a nice mix of substantive character drama and entertaining hijinks. And of course in the end they could burn the TVA to the ground and liberate all realities. There's so many variations on this and @nikkoliferous and I often chat about them. Because the show could've been so good! And yet. </3

Direction 2 - The TVA & Mobius are acknowledged as the great villains they are

This is kind of what they're making by accident without acknowledging it which leads to a lot of emotional dissonance in the narrative. In canon the TVA is a horrific organization and Mobius seems happily complicit. He doesn't seem to have any compunctions about supporting their agenda of using murder, genocide, forced labor, enslavement, torture, police brutality, sham trials without due process, and privacy violation to eliminate free will. He happily forced Loki to toil under threat of death, mocks and humiliates him, manipulates him, and participates in acts of torture. He is INCREDIBLY creepy and a great embodiment of the "banality of evil" concept. The TVA is also absolutely terrifying.

If the show actually leaned into that it would create a great sense of narrative tension. Loki has escaped Thanos only to once again fall into the hands of a horrifically evil and powerful enemy. And it's up to him to figure out a way out of this situation and a way to liberate all of reality from their grip. In this scenario it might be useful to introduce some other prisoner characters so that he has some friendlyish faces to interact with...and potentially an army to lead against the TVA after he's won them over and figured out a plan.

Mobius's parallels to Odin and Thanos would work really well here because having Loki eventually defeat him and tell him he doesn't get to tell Loki who he is or make him into a tool of evil would be hugely cathartic. We'd get to see Loki stand up to and defeat someone who parallels the two individuals who have most hurt and manipulated him and decide to make his own way from now on rather than trying to be what others make of him. It would be awesome.

Direction 3 - TVA are twist villains

Some people think this might be the direction the show is going. The problem is that if that's true it'll just fall flat because the TVA is already clearly villainous so there's no twist. In the first episode already we see them commit acts of murder, genocide (wiping out a whole timeline because they believe the beings in that timeline belong to a class - variants - that are unworthy of life), police brutality, trial without due process, privacy violation, torture, and illegitimate imposition of rule (they are not elected in any sense and yet they have appointed themselves the arbiters of reality) all in the service of eliminating free will. That is...not what heroes do.

However they COULD have been good twist villains with just a few tweaks. Maybe they approach Loki and play on his deep yearning to be viewed as good and worthy as well as his self-hatred and poor self image to convince him that an "evil" version of him is wreaking havoc and they need his help. Maybe they also sweeten the deal by offering him protection from Thanos and the Black Order since he has no idea they are dead in this timeline. (If you wanted to keep audiences more in the dark you could have them just talk about the Black Order so that audiences at first assume they are still hunting Loki even tho Thanos is dead and don't realize the TVA is manipulating Loki).

At first they don't do anything overtly evil. The authoritarian aesthetic would seem like a humorous parody of office culture. It would then take on a new, much more sinister meaning when the TVA get's revealed as evil later and we learn that they obliterate entire timelines, murder people for the slightest infractions, don't view variants as people, and want to eliminate free will. Mobius could either appear first as a friend and then get revealed as a villain or have a redemption arc where he ends up siding with Loki.

Also for all of these scenarios the script and characterization should be good. I should see Loki, not Larry his dumb lookalike cousin. The script should have Loki doing and saying things that are in-character. (Which certainly doesn't preclude humor since Loki's wit is one of his most iconic features!)

#asks #loki tv series #Marvel #MCU #loki series #loki show #loki 2021 #loki tv show #my post

[foxcantswim]

“I Dagger You.” - Sylki

Lots of Loki & Sylvie cuddles! Sylvie thinks about how she's never had anyone to call her own. Loki holds her.

(Established Relationship - Set way after Loki S1)

-x-

Flashing lights were seeping in through the small windows of the bedroom, Sylvie let out a small groan as she tried to ignore the commotion coming from the TVA.  She tried to pull the covers further up to cover her eyes. Loki had insisted that they stay at the TVA, both Mobius and Ravonna had offered a place to stay and fresh food whenever they required it. 

Sylvie wasn't too happy about staying in the place that took her away from her own life... but she realised that staying here was better than going out there into the unknown. Loki always made sure to stay by her side, he'd leave her with Mobius if he was unavailable for whatever reason.

Sylvie sighed as she felt Loki pull her closer, her back pressed snugly against his front. She could've swore that she felt his lips plant a small kiss against the back of her head. His arms were secure around her, not willing to let go. Her thumb gently caressed his arm, a soft smile appeared on her face.

She focused on the sound of some sort of alarm ringing throughout the TVA, she was curious as to how Loki was able to sleep through this. It wasn't loud, but it was just enough to tick Sylvie off. She took a deep breath before doing her best to get comfy without waking the man behind her, her eyes slowly opened as she realised that she wouldn't be getting anymore sleep. A look of annoyance appeared on her face as she tried so hard not to focus on the alarm.

Her eyes landed on the clock, it read 7:40am. Time wasn't exactly a thing at the TVA, but Mobius decided that it was best if everyone followed the same flow of time - So everyone at the TVA had their clocks set to the same time. Loki had set their alarm to 8am, one hour before he had to attend a meeting with Mobius and Ravonna. 

She had barely noticed that one of her hands was gripping Loki's arm with some force, she relieved her grip slightly but she made sure to hold it close to her body. A sad smile appeared on her face as she felt Loki tighten his arms around her, she never used to accept physical contact but Loki had somehow managed to break down her walls and creep on in. She would stay in his arms forever if the 'sacred timeline' allowed it.

Sylvie took a deep breath as she thought about how Loki had slowly but surely grounded her. He was always there for her, he always managed to bring her back to reality when she's panicking, he somehow knew what to say to make her feel okay... And he was hers. Finally. She'd never had anyone to love like this, she'd never had anyone to love her like this. Her heart ached, she felt like she was living in some kind of dream and that one day she would wake up and be alone all over again. People had told her that she deserved to be alone... Loki had been doing his best to destroy that thought within her. She deserved the universe. And he was her universe.

"Mmm, Sylvie..." Loki's hushed voice invaded her ears, sending a shiver up her spine. His legs moved to tangle with her own as he placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck, "Please tell me it isn't time to wake up yet..."

Sylvie turned in his arms to face him, "Soon, darling," she allowed a small laugh to escape her.

Loki's eyes opened to meet hers, his soft smile dropped and a look of concern crossed his face. He moved a hand up to her cheek, his thumb wiped away a stray tear. Sylvie wasn't even sure when that had happened, "What's wrong?" he asked, simply.

Sylvie bit her lip and looked down, wanting to avoid his gaze, "I... I'm not sure."

Loki's fingers gently came up under her chin to make her look at him, "What are you feeling?" he cautiously pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, causing Sylvie to freeze in shock. He offered her an encouraging yet shy smile.

"W-What are you doing?" she questioned as he placed another kiss on her forehead.

"Giving you affection because it looks like you need it," he replied in a whisper, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in. She happily obliged and rested her forehead against his chest. Had his heartbeat always been this soothing? Her own arms circled around him, never wanting to let go, "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" his hand cradled the back of head, his fingers running through her hair.

A small sniffle escaped Sylvie before she whispered a single word, "Alone," she clutched his shirt, suddenly feeling weak and vulnerable.

That was all Loki needed to hear, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, "You don't deserve to be alone. You will never deserve to be alone," he felt her grip tighten in response, he knew that he would have tear stains on his shirt, 

"You deserve to feel loved, Sylvie. I've never been the best at expressing myself..." a nervous chuckle escaped him, "You deserve the universe, you're amazing."

Sylvie released a shaky breath, her thoughts drifted to their time on Lamentis-1... The moment where she realised that maybe she didn't have to do everything alone.The moment where she realised that someone actually cared for her.

“I already have the universe, Loki," she whispered.

"Oh?" he questioned, pulling back to look at her face.

Sylvie allowed the weakness to take over, she felt like jelly within Loki's arms and she adored it. The vulnerability she was feeling made her anxious, but deep down she knew that Loki wouldn't judge her for it, "You're my universe, Loki. I don't want... a throne. Only you," she smiled sadly at the memory of the Citadel.

Loki laughed, "Look at you. What turned you so soft?"

"Piss off," she groaned, trying to pull away - she decided that she hated being vulnerable, it made her feel like an idiot.

He simply continued to laugh before pulling her back in, "I'm Sylvie's universe~" he sang, endlessly teasing her.

"Loki!" she exclaimed in annoyance.

"Oooh," he smirked at her, keeping her in place, "I haven't heard you say my name like that since... Well, since last night," he winked at her.

"Oh, I hate you so mu-"

Loki cut the woman off by pressing a soft kiss against her lips, it was much too short for Sylvie's liking. The pair sat in silence, Loki smiled warmly at her as Sylvie tried to fight the blush from appearing on her cheeks. She couldn't stop her own smile as Loki gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

"You're my universe too, my love," he assured her, "You too have made me soft." His lips barely brushed hers before a loud ringing sound startled the both of them. 

Sylvie quickly jumped up from the bed and grabbed a dagger from the bedside table, she immediately got into a defensive pose - her dagger held up into the air ready to strike.

Loki couldn't help but laugh at the sight, "Ah, my darling. It's just the alarm," he had the biggest smile on his face causing Sylvie to groan. He leaned over to turn the alarm off, sending them into silence again... Well... Apart from the constant ringing noise that was echoing throughout the TVA.

Sylvie cleared her throat before tossing the dagger onto the end of the bed, "Sorry," she muttered, embarrassed by how she had acted. She sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Loki.

"Sylvie," he sighed, "It's okay. I'm actually impressed with how fast you reacted. Look at you, willing to be my knight in shining armour," he was getting way too dramatic. He quickly decided to shuffle across the bed and sit behind Sylvie, he pulled her into his arms without warning causing her to squeak in surprise.

"Loki!" she exclaimed in annoyance. He pulled her further onto the bed before pushing her on her back, he quickly straddled her hips effectively pinning her down, "Get your stupid ass off me!" she ordered, trying to move. He grabbed her hands with his and pinned them above her head, this caused her to freeze and stare directly into his eyes.

"What's the matter?" he asked as he pecked her softly on the lips, "Loki got your tongue?" he winked at her.

"I still hate you," she said, trying her best to glare at him. He saw right through her.

He pouted down at her, "Aw... Does that mean Sylvie doesn't want my affection anymore? Now who will I take all these kisses to?" Sylvie bit her lip in response as her eyes flickered down to his mouth. A smirk slowly formed on Loki's face, "Gotcha."

Sylvie tries to move her hands but Loki managed to keep a firm grip, he leans down and allows his lips to press softly against hers. A sigh of relief escapes Sylvie from his touch, she tilts her head to deepen the kiss.

Loki licked his lips upon pulling away, he places a small kiss against her forehead, "I would love to stay here all day with you," he sighed, sadly, "But... Mobius would kill me."

Groaning, Sylvie slammed her eyes shut, "When are we going to get a day together? Just the two of us?"

Another teasing smirk appeared on his face, "Oh? The big bad Sylvie wants a day all alone with me?"

"Shut. Up," her eyes opened to reveal a fire within her.

He chuckled, "Okay, okay. I will ask Mobius to see if he can give me a day off tomorrow," he promised before sitting up and releasing her hands, he stood up from the bed and headed over to the wardrobe, "Are you joining me today?" he asked over his shoulder. Sylvie tended to join him, she always sat in the same room as him. Sometimes next to him, sometimes on the other side of the room - she got nervous when he wasn't around so he started taking her everywhere.

"You know I will be," she sighs, upset at the lack of contact from Loki. She had had plenty of touches from Loki recently... but she still craved more. He was her safe space, he was the only one she could properly trust. The only one she could properly love.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he smiled turning back to face her, she was now sitting on the edge of the bed again. She had her eyes on the floor, a frown upon on her face. Loki walked over as he buttoned up his shirt, "Why so sad, my dear?"

Sylvie looked up at him, "I... I'm not sure," she admitted again.

He offered her a hand to help her stand, "And that's okay," he assured her before pulling her into a hug, his arms secure around her waist, "We'll get through this, Sylvie."

"Thank you, Loki," she muttered, her arms tightened around him.

He sighed happily, one his hands came up to cup the back of her neck, "Hey, Sylvie?"

She hummed, "Yes?"

Another laugh escaped him, "I dagger you."

"You're an idiot," she failed at keeping her own laughter at bay, she pressed a kiss above his heart before looking up at him, "But... I dagger you, too."

Loki didn't intend on being dragged back into bed for more cuddles... But it was impossible to say no to this woman. Even with Mobius threatening to kick the door down, he stayed there for a couple more hours before he finally decided to go out and finish his duties.

Sylvie simply smiled innocently at Mobius. He let them both off the hook...

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Reality Check - Chapter 6

Summary: Y/N and Wanda were very close after returning in 2023.  The two bonded over the loss of their partners.  It wasn’t enough to keep Wanda grounded after she found Vision’s body though, and Wanda wants the best for her friend.  Unfortunately for Y/N, this means she’s going to be thrown into a reality she wasn’t expecting.

Notes: Thank you all for your love and support!!  I love you guys so much and your feedback makes me smile.  It’s hard to reply to everyone but I’m keeping tabs on the taglist as much as possible.  I’ve noticed a few usernames are not being tagged on this post, so I’ll be sure to contact them.  Tumblr decided not to tag them I guess lol!  

Anyway, enjoy this new chapter.  I changed things a little bit.  We’re going a little off course of what I had before, hence the reason why this is late.  The chapter I had written at first is only being stocked away for the next chapter, which means it’ll be out sooner than this one did.  I promise! 

Happy Falcon and the Winter Soldier day, everyone! 

“Well Wanda, I gotta skitty before Loki starts wondering where I’m at,” You chuckled nervously.  Watching her fix the wall was incredible.  It was unlike anything you’ve seen before.  So unusual yet so familiar. 

Wanda smiled lightly at you.  “Alright, I understand.  But please feel free to come by anytime.  Whatever you need,” She said.  You smiled back at the woman. 

“Of course!  Maybe I’ll swing by in a couple of days to see the boys!” You waved goodbye to her and opened the door. 

You took your leave, closing the front door behind you.  Vision turned to see you come outside moments later, a confused look on his face.  “Vision?  What’s wrong, buddy?  You look paler than a ghost.” 

Vision turned to look back at the fence, where Herb and Agnes once stood.  The two had left a while ago, but he seemed frozen in place.  “It’s nothing,” He smiled.  

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking back at the fence that he seemed to stare at before he looked at you.  It was cut nearly in half.  From what, you couldn’t tell. 

“Absolutely.  I suppose I’m just rather nervous about becoming a father.  It feels like it happened so quickly.” 

“Well, I’m sure it did, Vision.  You’ll be fine though.  You’re a good man and remember, Wanda’s going to be there too.  Like I said before, it’s not like you’re doing it alone.  You’ve got this whole town.”  

“That’s true.  This town seems to be quite... Supportive.” 

“Sometimes too supportive.  It feels like everyone’s connected sometimes!” You two shared a nervous laugh. 

“Oh yes, everyone here is quite connected.  Sometimes it is almost concerning.  This town is nothing like I have ever seen before.  I feel as though you can’t keep any secrets around here.” 

“Yeah, I know how you feel.” 

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“What do you mean?” Loki asked, trying to figure out what’s going on.  The blade was pressing against his skin, close to piercing it.  His eyes scanned the man’s face, unable to determine who he was. 

“I won’t ask again.” 

“I don’t even know who you are,” Loki replied, now glaring at the man.  

Scott revealed himself to Loki, green magic engulfing his form.  He wore the same suit as he did before, but his hair was longer now, reaching down to brush his shoulders slightly.  His green eyes were sharper now, and his face was far more defined.  Loki watched as the man morphed into a mirror image of himself.  “Do I look familiar now?” He spat out, annoyed by the impostor.  

“Quite,” He said stiffly.  Loki pushed him back while “Scott” wasn’t paying that much attention.  He walked to the other side of the room, giving the two of them space between one another.  “I am Loki.  But who are you?” 

“That’s impossible,” Scott said.  “This reality’s version of me was supposed to die in 2018.” 

“2018?” Loki questioned.  “The year 2018?” 

“Yes, the year 2018,” Scott rolled his eyes.  “What other year would I mean?” 

“What year is it now then?” 

“2023.  You’ve been dead for 5 years and yet you’re here.  The T.V.A didn’t tell me about this.  Of course they wouldn’t.”

“The T.V.A?” 

Scott ignored his question.  “Now I’m stuck in the Scarlet Witch’s fake reality with another version of me.  But they told me he died.  Is it possible?” He was thinking aloud, causing Loki to grow even more confused. 

“What are you talking about?” 

Scott shook his head.  “It doesn’t matter.  I have a mission to carry out if I want to get out of there.  Plans have changed.” 

~

Ten minutes later you found yourself walking to Ellis Avenue.  It was close to the edge of town, and very few people lived there anymore.  The sun may have been shining and birds may have been chirping, but you felt like the air was icy as you got closer to the border.  The sign “Leaving Westview: We hope to see you again soon!” looked old and rundown, as if no one had touched it in decades.  An image of a family playing in the park was shown next to the lettering.  Perhaps once upon a time it was a cute sign.  Now it seemed ominous. 

A sense of dread and misery started to seep in as you continued walking closer to the end of the road.  It was like you couldn’t control your own thoughts anymore.  Or perhaps, it was the other way around.  For the first time this week you felt like you were gaining control again.  

Making your way to the border, you noticed that there was not a single person in sight.  The road continued on, making its way through the forest that was only a mile away.  The trees swayed with the wind soundlessly.  A part of you almost seemed to beg to leave the town.  

So you kept on walking. 

It felt like some sort of energy was trying desperately to pull you away from it.  You couldn’t understand what pulled you to this town, what kept trying to pull you back into it.  You hardly remember anything before Westview.  What was on the outside? 

You were abruptly stopped by a barrier.  It was glowing red, much like the other objects you saw a few days ago.  The vibrant color seemed to pulse and move as you walked closer.  It was an electrifying feeling, being this close to the magic that kept everyone trapped inside.  Some part of you begged, screamed for you to stay back.  The other part of you asked for the exact opposite.  

You touched the barrier, a shock running up your arm when you did.  You almost pulled back instantly, but something protected you from it.  You stared in amazement as blue shockwaves seemed to surround your hand.  They disappeared, fading off into the red barrier.  

You turned around, looking to see if anyone was nearby.  No one seemed to be in sight, but you felt like you were being watched.  You turned back to the barrier, pushing your hand further in.  It hurt, but something egged you on, daring you to cross it.  

You took a step in, watching the red engulf your entire body.  You couldn’t think, couldn’t hear, couldn’t even see anything that was going on.  You had two options: Go back into the town that you’re trapped in or see what’s on the outside.  

It seemed to last forever, but it was probably because you could hardly move while you were in it.  It felt as if you were frozen solid.  Whatever it was didn’t want you to get out.  Memories were starting to seep in though.  Memories of the distant past, and memories of what had happened only two weeks ago.  

You gained feeling back in your hand again.  You had to be close to the end if you could feel it.  In just a split second you were thrown out of the barrier.  You collapsed onto the grass, taking a deep breath.  It felt like someone splashed cold water on you.  

Lights began to blind you as you heard voices all around you.  “Put her in custody, and someone get a doctor!” You heard one say.  It was distinct, clear, loud.  Whoever it was sounded like the leader. 

You felt several people pull you up from the ground, placing you on a softer surface.  A gurney, probably.  You blinked several times, squinting to see where you were.  Someone familiar stood next to you.  It was Geraldine.  Was that her name?  

At that point it didn’t matter.  Your head was in too much pain from everything else that was going on to care.  

“You’ll be okay, Y/N.  We’re going to get you checked out,” The woman reassured you.  She smiled slightly and you tried to smile back at her. 

You started to doze off, choosing to sleep and recover from the traumatic experience you just had.  For the first time in a long time you were able to dream.  These dreams weren’t normal though.  

They were memories. 

Memories of everything before Westview. 

Scott watched Loki’s body slowly disappear.  Clearly, he was just an illusion.  Something set up by the Scarlet Witch to keep Y/N in control.  He contacted the TVA on his communicator, sending them a message as he watched the body dissolve.  

He was told that this reality was created by the Scarlet Witch and that he had to get the timeline back on track.  They never told him about Y/N being involved.  They didn’t even tell him that an illusion of himself would be in it too.  

The plan would have to change if he wanted to make sure this worked.  They didn’t even give him an idea of how to set the timeline right.  Now that he knows what’s going on, he has an idea. 

And now, he’ll make sure he gets out of here in time. 

And he’ll be sure to give the Time Variance Authority hell.  

~

Wanda smiled down at Billy, sitting next to Vision who held Tommy.  She felt something turn in her chest.  Something was wrong.  Her eyes widened, and she looked out across the room, zoning out.  

Vision noticed that she seemed distracted, trapped in her thoughts.  He reached over slightly to touch her hand, bringing her back.  She turned to him and smiled.  

“Is something wrong, my love?” He asked. 

“No, nothing at all.  Everything is just fine.” She said, looking down at Billy once more.  

She wasn’t going to concern him with the fact that she knew something was wrong. 

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