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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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Can I trust a variant?

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Summary: congratulations! You reached the citadel at the end of time! What happens now?

Warnings: arguments, mentions of selfcest, reader gets horny over dom loki, fighting, corrupted!reader

A/N: sorry this took so long! Hope you enjoy it!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

The approach towards the citadel took longer than any of them wanted to think about. You had Haven cuddled into your arms as she was feeling drowsy from the long day with barely any sleep. Loki’s face was hardened and stoic as he led the way towards the front doors of the citadel, Lævateinn clasped in his hand from when Kid had gifted him the mighty sword.

The doors were massive and for a moment, you just stared at them in shock before turning to Loki with a heavy breath. “Any plans?” you asked with a voice barely above a whisper.

Loki shook his head and exhaled sadly, “Sylvie always came up with the plans.”

“Sylvie is you, you daft sod,” you growled before your hand gleamed a poisoned green and you pushed the door open, hearing it creak and groan as it opened wide.

The child’s grip around your neck got tighter as you entered the citadel and you glanced around, the hairs on your arms raising as you continued your journey forward into the darkened entrance hall.

The silence was abruptly interrupted by Miss Minutes popping out of nowhere and yelling, “hey, y’all!”

In an instant, a dagger was in your hand and Lævateinn was raised in Loki’s hand towards the animated clock. You scowled and glared at the clock with clear disdain, “you! Was it you all along?!”

“Oh, no!” the clock laughed before her expression hardened and she clasped her hands together, “welcome to the Citadel at the End of Time! Congratulations. Y’all had an awfully long journey to get here!”

Haven flinched and turned her head to glare at the clock, “indeed, I had to watch my mother be murdered in front of me to get me here,” she snarled, her hand gripping the dagger that her Teen self had handed her.

Still, Miss Minutes pursued without acknowledging Haven, “he’s impressed.”

You glared at the clock for her audacity to ignore your daughter and you held her closer before sneering, “who’s impressed?”

“He Who Remains,” Miss Minutes answered cryptically, a joyful grin on her clock face.

Loki took a deep breath, looking between you and Haven before looking back at Miss Minutes, “and who is he?”

“He created all and he controls all,” Miss Minutes answered as if that solved their question, she seemed proud of herself for her answer, she looked up to the man behind the terror everyone had to experience, “at the end, it is only He Who Remains. And he wants to offer you a deal. He’s been making a few creative adjustments and he’s worked it out so we can reinsert all three of y’all back into the Timeline in a way that won’t disrupt things.”

You and Loki shared a glance before managing to whisper out hoarsely, “won’t disrupt things?”

“Mmm-hmm!” Miss Minutes grinned, walking towards you as you both walked backwards with her still in your sight, “the TVA can keep doin’ it’s vital work and y’all can live the lives you’ve always wanted.”

Loki rolled his eyes and raised a brow, “and what have we always wanted?”

“Now don’t play coy with me, Mister,” Miss Minutes grinned, “you know how you got into this mess.”

Loki froze and recalled how he had stolen the Tesseract after the Avengers had travelled through time to stop Thanos, how he had so purely wanted to get away from facing Odin so soon after his suicide that he needed an out and the Tesseract was right there. Still, he kept his voice levelled as he ground out, “what?”

Miss Minutes giggled and shrugged, “the Battle of New York, silly. You versus those self-righteous Avengers. How would you like to win?”

Win? Loki’s brow creased as he stared at the clock. He didn’t want to go back there, his life wasn’t worth living if you and Haven weren’t there to live with him. Neither of you existed in the Timeline he was from! Why would he want to win when he knew that he wouldn’t be happy? Additionally, winning wouldn’t matter when Thanos came for his payment. He would die just the same as his Timeline self as thanks for his “service”.

“But not just there,” Miss Minutes grinned, seeing the torment in Loki’s eye, keeping her focus primarily on the weakened Variant, “you can kill Thanos. You want the Infinity Gauntlet? Yours. Throne of Asgard? Not a problem.”

Loki noticed how she never once took you into account or Haven, offering him the perfect life. He didn’t want the throne, he didn’t want the Gauntlet, he didn’t need Thanos dead, he only wanted and needed a life with you and Haven in it.

“And what about you, missy?” Miss Minutes turned her attention to you and you froze, raising your sword and steeling your expression, “all those years of searchin’. Desperate. Alone. Corrupted. How would you like to wake up tomorrow with just a lifetime of happy memories, a timeline where Loki survived and the Dark Hold never consumed ya?”

Your mind was consumed by the possibility. Waking up tomorrow with the Loki you loved, his warm smile greeting you, his soft hand cupping your cheek as he whispered a delicate ‘good morning’ before getting ready for the day. You couldn’t go back, that wasn’t your life anymore, you didn’t deserve it.

“And you,” Miss Minutes turned her attention to Haven, who had shifted their form into their male form and had slid out of your arms to point his dagger at the freaky clock, “how would you like to go back to your Timeline and warn ya parents before the break in ever happened?”

“It’s fiction,” Haven snarled, his eyes glaring daggers at the clock as his grip tightened around the dagger, “why would someone who stole away our lives so easily just give it back to us?”

Loki inhaled sharply before glaring at Miss Minutes, “because he wants us out of the way, living blissfully and not fighting against him so his control over everyone’s will can continue. No, we write our own destiny now.”

Miss Minutes smirked and cooed at him, “aww, sure you do. Good luck with that.”

Haven sighed when Miss Minutes disappeared and she lowered her dagger before continuing to walk into the building with her parents, “can we burn the clock’s systems first? I hate her.”

You scoffed and shuddered as you remembered Miss Minutes’s cold tone at the end, “once all of this is over, Haven, you have my full permission.”

Loki scowled as he stared straight ahead but his expression softened minutely when Haven slipped his hand into Loki’s free one. Still, one thing pressed on his mind, “He Who Remains.”

You rolled your eyes and smirked as you kept walking, “not for much longer.”

You reached a free room that had the familiar statues of the TimeKeepers but one statue was destroyed, piquing your interest as you made it further into the room. You watched as Loki walked over to one of the statues and collected a pile of dust with two fingers and you had to steel yourself from imagining those fingers delving between your thighs and giving you the relief you had craved for years.

“Are we sure he’s even still alive?” Loki asked, oblivious to the way your eyes only trailed his fingers and not his face.

Before you could even answer, a door began to click open and all three of you brandished your weapons in preparation for a fight. The door revealed a man sat on a sofa, apple in hand and a leisured expression on his face. You glared at him while Loki squeezed Haven’s hand to comfort him.

The man stood from the chair and approached, studying them with a grin before whispering, “this is wild,” and chuckling, “the two of you… soulmates. I mean, it’s a little unorthodox, you two are usually torn apart in some way. But… wow! Wild.”

None of you moved as you watched the man bite into the apple but you finally gathered your courage to speak out, “He Who Remains?”

The man quite rudely continued to eat while also beginning to speak, “He Who Remains. She still calls me that? Creepy, right? But… I like it.”

“Of course you do,” Haven rolled his eyes, staying close to Loki with his brow furrowed and a determined look on his face.

“And you,” the man smirked as he turned to him, watching him freeze but still hold his ground, “you were a difficult one to create, I have to admit. Haven Lokidottir, Y/N and Loki were so eager to have you, such wonderful parents. Unfortunately, that goes against everything that I created so I had to give you a tragic end. By killing Loki on the Timeline, you could never be born.”

Haven lunged forward but Loki grabbed his wrist and shook his head, “don’t.”

As if expecting him to back down, He Who Remains watched Haven comply and stand beside Loki before he began to speak again, “come on. Come on, let’s talk in my office.”

You all followed the TimeKeeper into the elevator and had your weapons to his back to show that there was no trust in this situation. You held your sword closer, your mind whirring with the knowledge that this man in front of you made you go through all of your torment just because you weren’t allowed to be with Loki. You were never allowed to have Haven, never allowed to be yourself.

“Not what you were expecting, hmm?” He Who Remains asked, trying his best to break the tension in the elevator.

Loki breathed heavily beside you and you turned to glare at him as he whispered, “you’re just… a man.”

He Who Remains nodded and bit into his apple again before answering, “mm. Flesh and blood. Don’t tell me I’m a disappointment.”

“No,” you sneered, rage bubbling in your veins as you remembered all the lives you took for your chance to get Loki back, “just easier to kill.”

You drew your blade back and began to swing it towards the man before he disappeared and reappeared behind you and you seethed with rage when you heard him chuckle. Loki took his place beside you and you both turned to He Who Remains before he disappeared and you sensed him behind you so you swung again but he was gone. You both glanced up at the ceiling as a bang was heard before the door began to open again with the TimeKeeper smirking at you as it did.

“Come on in,” the man smirked before turning and walking further into the room. He began pouring tea for the four of you and while his back was turned, the three of you began to triangulate to attack. Haven took the middle while you took the right and Loki went left, all of your weapons held aloft. “Please,” the man said, gesturing to the three seats waiting, uncaring of the strategy formation you had begun, “take a seat.”

The man placed down the cups of tea at the sides of the chairs, looking all three of you as he did. When he placed the first one down, he smiled at Loki and hummed, “Loki”. When he placed down the middle, he grinned at Haven and watched him bristle with hatred, “Haven”. Then he set the third cup down and smiled at you, “Y/N.”

You and Loki shared a look before heading towards the chairs and taking your places on the outside ones while Haven sat in the middle, shielded by your swords held in the air by Loki’s seiðr.

Moments of silence passed before the man spoke up again, “been a long journey for you, hasn’t it? Lot of running, lot of pain. And you…” he glanced at Loki with a smile, “you’re a flea on the back of a dragon. In for one hell of a ride. But you did manage to hang on. Mmm-hmm, I guess that counts for something.”

“I’m not sure you understand the situation,” Loki growled, Haven sitting higher in his seat and holding his head high in defiance, “you’ve lost. We found you.”

“Duh,” the man smirked casually, “of course you did.”

You stood from your seat in an instant, your sword slapping into your palm as you swung it at He Who Remains again only for him to disappear and reappear behind his chair. “Whoa,” he grinned, tilting his head at you, “a swing and a miss,” he laughed and looked at the three of you with a delighted smile, “so, we’re still doing that, hmm? Let’s get all of this out of the way.”

You watched as the man pulled out a file from under the desk and placed it on the desk, flipping through the pages before grinning and picking up two pages, “here we go.”

“You can’t kill me because I already know what’s going to happen,” he grinned and placed the pages on the desk, watching the three of you read the pages, the script.

Loki chuckled hollowly, “it’s a parlour trick,” he sneered.

Animatedly, He Who Remains gestured to Loki and shrugged, “okay. Don’t you wonder how I’m able to get out of the way just before you kill me?”

“No,” you sneered, glaring at the man and pointing to the TemPad attached to his wrist, “it’s because of that little TemPad you have there.”

“Right,” He Who Remains whispered, keeping eye contact with you as he tilted his head, “but how do I already have it loaded up with everything I need to know to keep from being killed by you two? It’s easy. I know it all. And I’ve seen it all.”

The man sat back in his seat but the three of you remained on your feet, your hand tightening your grip on your sword as Loki glared at the man and Haven stared down at the script in his hands, trembling at the realisation that everything that happened to him was scripted.

“Everything that happened in the Void, I saw. All the stuff the TVA didn’t know about, I knew. All the scheming, all the… talking,” the man smirked at Loki as he leaned forward at his desk, “that little moment on the hill you shared with Sylvie when everyone was asleep. Quite sentimental, very touching stuff, by the way.”

You turned your head to glare at Loki and saw that he looked helpless and disappointed in himself but you knew it was just a front. Your trust in the God fractured even more, this God was not your Loki. “No,” you whispered, turning your attention back to the TimeKeeper, “no, we broke out of your little game. That’s how we got here.”

“No. Wrong,” the man grinned, meeting your eyes, “especially in yours and Haven’s case. You were only allowed to make it this far to kill off Sylvie, to ruin Loki completely. This is the only time you two can be together, exist with your daughter together, when there is no love between you.

Your expression faltered as you stared at the man before you. So, you were right, Loki didn’t love you. He barely knew you. Why were you with him? Why did you try for a second chance?

“Every step you took to get here, Ragnarok, the Void, I paved the road. You,” he gestured between the three of you, “you just walked down it.”

The three of you were taken aback by the revelation and Loki turned to look at you, to watch your expression crumble and he wished to comfort you but he knew it would be meaningless. Sure, he had tried to convince himself to incorporate you into your glorious purpose but in the end, only Haven applied. He held no love for you.

He Who Remains then picked up more pieces of paper and began to speak again, “and I have the rest right here. Everything that’s uh… that’s going to happen. There’s only one way this can go.”

Loki stared at the newfound papers in shock, frowning as Haven took a step back and shook his head before snarling at the TimeKeeper, “then why are we here?”

“Oh, come on,” He Who Remains sighed, glancing down at the child in front of him and he admired how such a small frame could be so angry, “you know you can’t get to the end until you’ve been changed by the journey. This stuff, it needs to happen. To get us all in the right mindset to finish the quest.”

“Right,” Loki drawled, not believing the story as he stared down at the papers.

“Quest?” Haven snarled, glaring at the man before him, his small body shaking with anger as he glared at the TimeKeeper, “so you murdering my mother before my eyes was the beginning of my quest?! Murdering my father before he could warn us of the attack so I could be manipulated into your… your… pawn!”

He Who Remains sighed as he glared at Haven, “news flash, kiddo, you weren’t supposed to exist in the first place. Your dad and your mum were never meant to meet. In any timeline. But I couldn’t weed all of them out. You are not meant to exist.”

“So it’s all a game?” Loki asked, pulling Haven out of the conversation that he knew would only lead to him lashing out, “it’s all… a manipulation.”

“Interesting that your head would go to that,” the man mused nonchalantly before turning his attention to you, “Y/N, you think you can trust this guy?”

Loki turned his head towards you and scoffed as he whispered, “don’t listen to him.”

“Don’t listen to him,” the TimeKeeper mocked before laughing, “do you think you’re even capable of trusting anyone at all? Haven? What about you?”

Now back to her female form, Haven scowled and glanced between Loki, the Loki that had yelled at her, that had abandoned her for the love of another version of himself. But then, there was you. You, in the small amount of time knowing her, had comforted her, protected her, reassured her and assisted her. Haven could trust you but not Loki.

Loki saw the moment Haven’s mind was set and his heart shattered, unbelieving of the fact that Haven didn’t trust him. Glancing at you, he saw the same distrust in your eyes. ‘You are alone and you always will be’ rang Sif’s voice through his mind as he sighed.

Still, you sat down with Haven on your lap and Loki sat as well, his eyes never leaving He Who Remains now that he knew his family didn’t trust him. God of Outcasts indeed.

“I understand your moral objections to what the TVA does,” the man was saying, perched on his desk as he addressed the three of you, “and my methods are deceptive. But the mission, it never was. Without me, without the TVA… everything burns.”

Loki glared at the man and saw a flicker of something, minute but there and he picked up on it, “then what are you so afraid of?”

He Who Remains hesitated for a long while, thinking of what was asked of him and working out an answer. The answer was simple; “me.”

You scowled at the man and tilted your head, feeling Haven cuddle into you, burying her face away from the man keenly observing you. “And just who are you?” you growled at the man, malice laced into your tone as you refused to glance sideways at Loki.

“Oh, I’ve been dubbed many names by many people,” the man began with a grin, shrugging as if that fact was normal, “a ruler, a conqueror. He Who Remains. A jerk. But it’s… it’s not as simple as a name.”

You watched as he fiddled with his TemPad before bringing forth some sand to tell his story, his explanation as to why he did the things that he did. The reason for why you had to suffer alone and why Haven had to suffer watching her version of you die in front of her at just a young age. Your daughter had to grow, had to adapt so quickly, she killed the burglars for Norns sake! That kind of trauma hardens someone’s perception on life, makes them paranoid. You hated this man for bringing this upon your daughter.

You listened as he explained how his variants began to fight for supremacy, how they wanted to rule timelines and keep it all to themselves. That’s when you knew, that’s why he created the TVA, to make sure that no more variants of him are born to take his claim to the Sacred Timeline.

Haven was listening too, hearing how the variants fought each other and she was suddenly reminded of all the Loki’s that battled for the sanctuary underneath the ground away from Alioth. How President wanted to rule, how Boastful was so eager to take the throne that he betrayed and was betrayed, how Classic was so tired that he didn’t wish to fight against the horde of Loki’s. Some variants were very confusing.

He Who Remains seemed to have finished before he began to laugh and shake his head, “no, no. Nope, this is where we diverge from the dogma. That first variant encountered a creature created from all the tears in reality, capable of consuming time and space itself. A creature you both know.”

Loki sighed and shook his head, realising that the monster that was in the Void was the monster that He Who Remains was referencing, “Alioth.”

“Bingo,” the man grinned, staring down at the sand that was explaining the story, “I harnessed the beast’s power and began experimenting on it. I weaponised Alioth and I ended… I ended the Multiversal War! Once I isolated our timeline, all I had to do was manage the flow of time and prevent any further branches. Hence, the TVA! Hence, the TimeKeepers and a highly efficient bureaucracy.”

You watched with growing anger as the man began to climb on top of his desk, trying to prove to you and Loki that he was higher than the both of you. “Hence ages… and ages of cosmic harmony!” the conqueror yelled, a proud smile on his face, “Hence… you’re welcome.”

Loki stared up at the man, unable to comprehend what he had just heard, unable to feel anything but growing dread at the prospect of another such war. This man had to be kept alive if it meant that they wouldn’t be fighting such a devastating war.

Haven, however, was seething in her place on your lap as she glared up at the man who had single-handedly destroyed her life. She hadn’t gotten to say goodbye to her daddy, she could still remember the cold expression on your face as you ordered her to run away. The gunshot still rang in her ears if she thought about it. This man needed to die for the way he treated her.

You were fuming as well. This man dictated your life, ruined your chances at ever being happy with Haven and Loki and yet here he was, grinning and laughing as if there was nothing wrong in the Nine Realms!

“You came here to kill the devil, right?” the man grinned, looking between the three of you, “well, guess what? I keep you safe. And if you think I’m evil, well, just wait ‘till you meet my variants.”

Loki took a deep breath and turned to look at you in shock, his variants could be millions of times worse! He needed time to talk to you about this, time to strategise and consider the next steps but he knew that he wouldn’t get the opportunity because the man already knew if he was to say it aloud.

He Who Remains then leaned back and shrugged, “and that’s the gambit. Stifling order or cataclysmic chaos. You may hate the dictator but something far worse than them is going to fill that void if you dispose of them. I’ve lived a million lifetimes.”

You shook your head in disbelief, the urge to behead the men increasing with every beat of your heart, every throb of your poisoned seiðr and you glared over at Loki and he met your eyes solemnly, the itch inside you to kill getting worse and worse the more the dictator talked.

“I’ve gone through every scenario,” the man continued, a gleam in his eye as his eyes flitted over to you as if he knew your torment, “This is the only way! The TVA, it works.”

You tilted your head and sneered, “or you’re a liar.”

The TimeKeeper leaned his head on his hand and smiled sweetly over at you, nodding enthusiastically before looking between the three of you, “or I’m a liar,” he agreed with a grin.

“So you just… continue to prune innocent timelines?” Loki asked, his brow raised with a calculating look on his face as if he was trying to find the reason behind the TimeKeeper’s actions, why they couldn’t have free will, “Timelines such as Haven’s, where she did nothing wrong.”

The TimeKeeper hummed and looked between you and Loki before pointing at the both of you, “you two would.”

That got the attention of both of you and Haven leaned back in her seat, sensing that this wasn’t her battle just yet.

“There two options!” the man carried on enthusiastically, “one… you kill me and destroy all of this, so you don’t have just one devil, you have an infinite amount. Or… You two. You two run the thing.”

“You’re lying,” Loki answered immediately, scowling at the man sat before him as his mind betrayed him into thinking about the possibilities, how he could settle down with you and Haven and keep the timeline safe. But he would have no place on the timeline, not anymore. “Why would you give up control?” he asked, his voice alarmingly calm.

The TimeKeeper sighed and looked away from the God. “Buddy…” he began, exhaling through his nose, “I’m tired. And I’m older. I’m older than I look. This game is for the young, for the hungry. I’ve gone through a lot of scenarios trying to find the right person to take this spot. It turns out that person comes in two,” he sighed before looking between you and Loki, “but it’s definitely you two.”

You and Loki turned your heads to look at each other again. You didn’t buy this bullshit but with the look in Loki’s eyes, he did believe this monster who had ripped Haven’s life away from her, the man who had made you suffer for so long without him.

“So, no more lies,” the man continued with a smile, “you kill me and the Sacred Timeline is completely exposed. Multiversal war. Or you take over and return to the TVA as their benevolent rulers. Tell the workforce who they are and what they work for!”

You scrunched your nose in distaste as you gazed at the dictator before you. Why would you lessen yourself to his level, follow his work and be a dictator yourself? “You treated real people’s lives like some kind of game,” you sneered.

The man sighed and shook his head, “It’s not personal, it’s practical.”

“It was personal to me,” you countered, outraged at his reasoning.

The man groaned and glared at you, rolling his eyes, “grow up!! Grow up, Y/N! Murderer! Hypocrite! We’re all villains here! We’ve all done terrible, horrific things,” you watched Loki bow his head out of the corner of your eye when the dictator pointed to him but that itch inside you worsened enough that you began to not care, “but now, we, you… have a chance to do them for a good reason.”

You tensed as you glared at the man before you, your magic practically begging to be released on the man that had just yelled at you, the man that had stolen your daughter’s life away, the man that had allowed you to corrupt yourself.

He didn’t say anything else, though. A confused expression fell over his face as he went silent, thunder rumbling in the background as the confused expression fell into shock as he whispered, “we just crossed… the threshold…”

Your breath hitched, something inside you telling you that your equal, the Scarlet Witch, had just awoken. You looked over at Loki and saw him looking confused. The itch in your fingers was nigh on painful now as your seiðr demanded to unite with your equal.

“So, I fibbed,” the man admitted, his tone panicked as he grinned nervously, looking around and even picking up a pencil and dropping it as if he didn’t know it would fall, “I fibbed earlier when I said I know how everything’s going to go. I… I know… I knew… everything up to a certain point and that point was about… 8… 9… 10 seconds ago?”

Your eyes widened as you looked behind the man to the swirling timeline through the window, it was beginning to branch! Did you need to kill him after all if free will has already been restored?

“And now I have no idea… no idea about how this is going to go,” he looked around with a wide grin, as if he was a child again, “I’m being candid.”

You glanced over to Loki and saw him death glaring the TimeKeeper and oh did that glare make wetness form in between your thighs. He’d used that glare before when you were being a brat and didn’t let him fuck you. To see it aimed at the TimeKeeper made you almost jealous.

“So that’s it?” the God asked darkly, his voice rumbling through his chest in the way that quickened your heart rate. “That’s it? This is what happens at the end of time? And now you’re just going to sit there with all that freedom and… let us decide your fate?”

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

You shook your head with a sinister smile on your face, the seiðr in your core bubbling just beneath the surface, begging to be released. “No, it’s just another lie,” you sneered at him, “another manipulation.”

Your hand flexed around your sword and Haven looked up at Loki in horror, realisation hitting the child that you were going to do something that you would severely regret. “Dad,” the girl whispered, her head whipping around to look at you desperately, “mum… don’t.”

“Oh,” the Keeper grinned as he shook his head, looking you in the eye, “no lie. No manipulation.”

The man took off his bracelet-TemPad and stared down at it before setting it onto the table, “I love this,” he whispered, looking up at the three of you, “I love… all this honesty. Feels like a fresh start.”

Your restraint broke and you lunged out of your chair quickly, your sword aloft as you tried to get to the TimeKeeper but you were stopped by Loki catching your arm and shaking his head. The God turned to his daughter and whispered, “hide. This isn’t your fight.”

You growled and turned around, your sword to his chest as you pushed him backwards, “what are you doing?!”

“Sylvie, hang on a moment,” Loki said without thinking, looking into your eyes pleadingly, “let’s just talk about this…”

“Even now, you still think of her!” you screamed, pushing him away with a burst of magic that sent him falling backwards into a bookshelf. You scoffed and slowly made your way back to the TimeKeeper but you were stopped by Loki’s magic holding you back.

You snarled, turning around and swinging your sword at him, watching the heartbreak on his face as he brought his sword up to meet yours quickly. You pulled him out of your way but he slid through your arms and stood between you and the TimeKeeper.

“What if he’s telling the truth, Y/N?” Loki asked, trying to get you to listen but that itch just urged you to kill.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, squaring your shoulders as you glared at the man that was your husband once, “so what?”

Loki huffed and gently stepped towards you, hoping to get through to you if he just stayed calm, “I believe him.”

“Believe what?!” you yelled, tears forming in your eyes, “that we can’t have free will because millions of him will form and doom us all?! Bullshit, Loki! He’s a liar!”

“So am I!” Loki countered, his hand on his chest as he never dropped eye contact, taking another step towards you with a frown, “and I don’t think he was lying. Not about that. Insane? Yes. But maybe he was telling the truth?”

“Better hurry!” the TimeKeeper yelled helpfully behind Loki, making your blood boil, “the timeline is already branching!”

You huffed and glared up at Loki, your grip on the sword tightening as you glared at him, “so what are you suggesting?”

“That we think about it!” Loki whispered to you, reaching out to you with a frown, as if he was trying to tame a wild animal that was cornered.

“And what precisely is there to think about?!” you screamed, your heart hammering against your ribs as you wanted nothing more than to kill the man who stole yours and your daughter’s lives, “Loki! He ruined my life! He ruined Haven’s life! How can you try to side with him?!”

“Weren’t you listening to what he was saying?” Loki whispered, gesturing behind him to the TimeKeeper, that’s the gambit. Remove the dictator and who fills the void?”

Realisation swept through you as you stared at the God, a cunning smile on your lips as you tilted your head, “ah. You want the throne?”

“No, that’s not it. No,” Loki shook his head, his heart breaking at the fact that you had just assumed such a thing of him. You, of all people, should know that he never wanted the throne! He only wanted to be loved and love in return!

“I don’t believe you,” you sneered, taking a step closer to him as a tear dripped down your cheek, “the God of Lies trying to tell the truth? It’s as ridiculous as it sounds!”

“Y/N the universe is in the balance!” Loki pleaded, his brows furrowing as he wondered just how corrupted you were after so long with the DarkHold, “everything we know to be true. Everything. I know the TVA has hurt all three of us but what if by taking him out, we risk unleashing something even worse? All I’m suggesting is that we take a moment to think about it. I promise you from my heart that this isn’t about a throne.”

You shook your head with a sad smile on your face as you stared at him. He looked so desperate for you to believe him but just as the TimeKeeper had said earlier, you couldn’t trust him. He was lying to you and you knew it. “What was I thinking trusting you?” you sneered, glaring at the man, “has this whole thing been a con?”

“Really? That’s what you think of me after all this time?” Loki whispered, tears brimming in his eyes as he stared at you, “sure. Why not? Evil Loki’s master plan comes together. Well, you never trusted me, did you? What was the point? Can’t you see? This is bigger than our experience!”

You sighed sadly and shook your head as half of you wanted to run into his arms and cuddle him close, allow him to cry and calm down in your warmth. The other half wanted to kill him because he wasn’t seeing this in the obvious way. “Why aren’t we seeing this the same way?”

“Because you can’t trust,” Loki whispered with a frown as he shrugged, “and I can’t be trusted.”

You nodded and readied your sword and your seiðr as you glared at him, “then i guess we’re in a pickle.”

Realisation dawned on Loki’s face as he realised what you were plotting and he shook his head, “Y/N, wait. Wait.”

You snarled and the battle commenced. You had known Loki for so long in your timeline, had trained with him, fought beside him and became one in your minds that you knew his strategies and fought them head on. The clash of swords echoed throughout the room, the scared little sobs of your daughter hidden behind a chair next to the TimeKeeper not even registering in your mind.

Your swords clanged together as you fought throughout the office, sparks of seiðr flying everywhere as you matched each other’s skills. You pushed him away with your seiðr and began to make your way back to the TimeKeeper but Loki ran in front of you and countered your blow, pushing you backwards and yelling “maybe he’s lying! Maybe he’s not! The cost of getting this wrong is too great!”

“Fine,” you growled, pushing your sword to his throat and pulling his to yours, watching the desperation on his face that you saw as desperation for him to kill you not to reason with you, “do it! Kill me! Take your throne!”

“No…” Loki whispered brokenly before you began the war again, battling him out before you slipped to the floor and spun on your hand, trying to kick him but he somersaulted over you and stood from the floor with a flip of his hair before beginning to approach you.

Having enough of wasting time, you threw a well-timed blast of seiðr to knock him to the floor then you took the swing for the Keeper’s head. Everything moved in slow motion for a while before a glow of seiðr appeared in front of you and Haven stopped your blade with her dagger.

“Mum!” she screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks quickly as she pushed back against your instinct to just push forward, “mum stop! Doing this will not get us anywhere! I am in the same boat as you, I hate this man but this circle has to stop! This violence!”

You snarled as you glared at your daughter, barely hearing her words over the thundering of blood in your ears, “so what do you plan to do with the throne, Haven!? What is your ‘glorious purpose’!?”

“It’s you! It’s you and dad!” she sobbed, her innocent emerald eyes shimmering with agony at the accusation you just threw at her, “I watched you die because he needed me here. You got corrupted because you needed to be here! Dad took the Tesseract because he needed to be here. Take the offer, mum! Then we can go home!”

You stared at the girl before lowering your blade and sighing, making your sword disappear in a glow of green before you opened your arms for her and smiled when the girl jumped into your arms and sobbed into your neck. Turning your face to the TimeKeeper, you sighed and hung your head, “we’ll take your offer, but we will be living on the Timeline.”

He Who Remains nodded, turning his head to look at the timeline before holding his hands out to you and Loki, who was now stood by your side. Timidly, you and the God of Mischief shook the man’s hand and closed your eyes at the overwhelming power that transferred into your veins and cores. The old TimeKeeper leaned back in his chair and whispered, “good choice,” before disappearing into dust.

Breathing heavily, you dropped to your knees and sobbed as you cradled your daughter, feeling her cling to you with the same relieved desperation for comfort. You heard Loki shuffling away and sitting back down in the chair that he had previously been sitting in.

“What now?” he whispered shallowly, his eyes watching you and your daughter with a frown.

You grabbed the glowing TemPad on the table and slid it onto your wrist before walking over to the window and watching the branches get pruned one by one. “Now? We continue as normal. You go to New Asgard, reintroduce yourself and you stay there. I can’t be around you right now.”

Loki nodded sadly and watched you open the TimeDoor for him and he walked closer to you, watching you flinch away from him. “Please,” he whispered, his eyes on Haven as he held back a broken sob, “just a cuddle goodbye?”

You nodded and handed your daughter over to the Liar God and turned away to give them privacy.

Haven looked up at her dad with a soft smile, her hand slowly reaching up to cup his chin and she sighed softly, “mama will come around, dad, I promise. We’ll see each other soon, I promise.”

Loki laughed and stroked her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before standing and sitting her down on the ground. As he walked over to the TimeDoor, he looked over his shoulder and whispered more to you than Haven, “I love you.”

You didn’t react until after the door had closed behind him. Turning around, you listened to the echoing silence in the office before you walked over to the desk, grabbed your file and began to write that your timeline self would succumb to her depression after redeeming herself and would drop Mount Wundagore on top of her after whispering to America that the teen was to meet you in a small village in England.

Happy with how you could fit yourself back onto the timeline, you opened a TimeDoor and stepped through.

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A month after settling into your home in the small village of Leconfield, you were finally feeling peace as most of the dark magic had seeped out of your core after your timeline self had killed herself destroying Mount Wundagore and the DarkHold. The home you were settled into was plenty for you and two children. Haven got the front child’s bedroom and America got the bigger back bedroom. You got the master bedroom and you were happy with your home.

You switched the news on at ten am one morning and saw a news report about Thor and Loki opening a memorial for all those who lost their lives in Ragnarok and also who fought nobly against Thanos with the Avengers. You saw in the live feed that even if he was reunited with Thor, Loki looked incredibly miserable.

“Morning mama!” Haven grinned, walking through the kitchen and into the back living room, a bowl of cereal in her hands as she sat beside you on the sofa and her eyes locked on the TV, “oh! The memorial is finished! Dad was proud of making it! Uncle Thor even put Grandma on there too!”

You hummed as you drew your knees up to your chest with a frown. You had imagined your separation from that Loki to be easy, you didn’t love him as you did with your Loki but you knew that he was Loki and you loved him forever.

“Haven!” called a voice from the kitchen and America poked her head around the door to look into the second living room, “where did you leave the coco pops? They’re not in their usual spot!”

Haven giggled and looked at her adopted sister with a Loki grin before gesturing to her bowl, “this was the last of it.”

You snorted when you saw America scowl at her sister and then feigned innocence when the teen glared at you. “Mum!” the girl whined, “can you conjure more coco pops?”

You shook your head and grinned at her before standing from the sofa and walking into the conservatory, opening the back doors to allow the morning air into the house. “Keep practising your seiðr and conjure it yourself,” you shrugged before walking out onto the decking and sitting on the outdoor furniture.

You heard America groan and stomp back into the kitchen and you giggled to yourself before looking up at the sky, the wind blowing your hair peacefully as your eyes fluttered closed.

The moment was ruined by the Bifrost opening in your garden and you screamed, falling over the arm of the chair in an attempt to get away from the sudden noise.

“Y/N?” came the soft voice that you had hoped you would hear again. You raised your head to stare at Loki and your heart stopped. He looked so handsome. His outfit was different from the live feed on the TV but he was here.

He was wearing a green silk button down with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into his black slacks, his shoes were solid black and he wore a watch on his wrist that you knew was the adapted TemPad you had sent the plans to him for. His hair was slicked back, some of it braided and pinned back with the rest. His nails were painted black and green. You couldn’t help but stare at him.

“Y/N?” Loki repeated patiently, smirking as he watched you check him out. He took a step closer to you and watched you step away, causing his smirk to fall. “Y/N…”

“Why are you here?” you spat, your eyes darting up to meet his and your heart pounded in your chest. The sight of him in this outfit made your core throb for him. You hadn’t had any action in years and it showed.

Loki sighed and walked towards you, soothed by the fact that you didn’t step away this time. When he stood before you, he cupped your cheek and whispered softly to you, “I couldn’t leave you, Y/N. In fact… I find myself thinking of you even at the most… inopportune moments of the day… I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine… and should that link be broken either by distance or by time, my heart would cease to beat and I would die… and you… you would soon forget about me…”

“Never,” you whispered, shaking your head as you fought to keep your eyes on his own and not fall to his lips, “I would never forget you…”

The moments that passed were slow but soon enough, your lips were on his and you felt complete again, his arms wrapping around your waist and your arms wrapping around his neck. You moaned into the kiss as his tongue pressed against your lips for entrance and you whined happily as it slid between them when you parted them slightly. One of your hands slowly trailed up to his hair and got lost in the gelled-back tendrils that you had missed holding.

When you pulled away, a smile broke out across your face and you rested your head on his shoulder, swaying gently with him as a tear slipped from your eyes, “I missed you.”

With a gentle chuckle, Loki rubbed down your back gently and whispered softly, “I have missed you too, my lovely wife.”

“Daddy!!!” came an excited yell from the conservatory and Loki only had a moment to pull away from you and get to his knees before Haven was in his arms and laughing happily, “you’re home!”

Loki chuckled and kissed her forehead gently, rocking back and forth with her as he nodded, “I’m home, I’m home, I promise.”

“Mum? Who’s out there?” America called, walking out of the conservatory only to see you smiling behind your hands as Haven hugged who America knew to be Loki, “oh. Loki.”

Loki lifted his head and smiled at America, “you must be America Chavez. Your sister speaks a lot about you when she visits on weekends! It’s lovely to finally meet you.”

You watched America nod before you knelt beside Loki and Haven and gently held his shoulder, “come inside. I’ll cook you some breakfast.”

The God of Mischief grinned and stood up, Haven giggling in his arms as he did and then headed into the house. You took a deep breath before following him into the house with a childish grin on your face. What a family you were. A Loki variant, a Y/N variant and your littlest Variant, Haven.

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