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insert-witty-user-name-here · 6 months

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We'll Fix It Together

“What the shit are you doing?” “Trust me.” Trust me. Mobius couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Loki was spiraling yet he continued pretending like everything was fine. Mobius knew better. Something was going on that Loki wasn’t telling him and Mobius was going to find out what. Or, a story in which Loki and Mobius work together to find a solution to save the multiverse and everyone in it.

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Rating: T

Tags: Loki (TV) Season 2 Spoilers, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Whump, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Loki Gets a Hug (Marvel), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Temporary Character Death, Time Loop, Mobius figures out what's going on, power of friendship saves the day, everyone gets their happily ever after

Mobius M Mobius had learned long ago to expect the unexpected with Loki. He was a god of seemingly never-ending talents but there was one talent Mobius was sure Loki didn’t possess. Loki was not a theoretical physicist. At least he hadn’t been two minutes ago.

“But, Loki,” OB began as they entered the Temporal Loom’s observation deck “Even with Victor’s Throughput Multiplier, the rate of timeline expansion is too-”

“It’s not too expansive,” Loki interjected, answering OB’s question before the technician even had a chance to ask it. “Now that we’ve added the Lorentz device, we’ll be able to match the vacuum expectation values of the Loom, thus lowering the Timelines speed of expansion to near zero.”

“But that’s-”

“Impossible? It’s not. See, the device will allow the Timelines to fluctuate at their lowest energy state, retaining their vibrational motion which– in turn– allows us to stay ahead of the curve, expanding the Loom’s capacity before the expansion rate exceeds the output. It was a brilliant idea, OB, brilliant! Amazing work. It’s going to work this time, I know it.”

This time?

The god continued chattering away, speaking a thousand words a minute and Mobius narrowed his eyes. He’d seen Loki excitable but this was another level. Loki’s shoulders were tense, his breathing quick, and his eyes were bright with what could only be described as manic exhaustion.

Something was off.

“Now, Victor,” Loki exclaimed. “I need you to reroute all the energy from Operations to here, there’s a book of passcodes in the drawer to your right. And- Casey! Casey, what are you doing standing over there? You’re supposed to be next to OB. You know what, doesn’t matter, I need you to-”

Loki was moving too fast. He needed to breathe.

“Loki,” Mobius murmured. He stepped between Loki and Casey, putting a hand on the god’s chest, hoping to still him.

“Casey,” Loki continued, stepping around Mobius and politely shoving aside his hand, “we need to widen the voltage input and invert the temporal decay.”

“What about the ion decoupler?” OB asked.

“It’s fine. We’re gonna route it directly with the primary compartment.”

“Won’t it overheat?”

“No, it's not going to overheat ‘cause we’re going to allow it to interface with Timely’s adaptive exponential computing system. Those upgrades will allow the Loom to scale the capacity to manage the branches. The rings,” Loki made a circle with his hands, “the rings are too small, we’re gonna make them bigger. Let’s go!”

Mobius shook his head in disbelief. When had Loki learned all of this? His knowledge of mechanical engineering was on parr with OB’s now.

“Better watch out OB,” Mobius crooned, “looks like someone’s-”

“Someone’s coming for your job! That’s right. OB, watch your back!” Loki finished mockingly like this wasn’t the first time he’d heard Mobius make that joke. He let out a hysterical chuckle.

What. The. Fuck. Something was off. Something was wrong. And Mobius needed to figure out what.

“Casey,” Loki exclaimed, “get the multiplier down to Timely as fast as you can and-”

Mobius grabbed Loki by the lapel of his jacket and yanked the god around.

“What the shit are you doing?” Mobius seethed.

“Trust me,” Loki quipped.

Trust me. Mobius couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Loki was spiraling. There was something going on that he wasn’t telling him and needed to let Mobius in; he needed to explain what the hell was going on. Mobius kept his hands clutched firmly on Loki’s jacket.

“No.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“No.”

“Watch.”

Loki turned back to the computer and entered in a code he definitely hadn’t known earlier that day. A chill crept through Mobius as the pieces started coming together.

“Casey,” Loki suddenly barked into the intercom. “Don’t forget to latch his helmet. Latch. His. Helmet. Okay…” Loki wiped at a bead of sweat on his brow with a trembling hand. “And now we reconfigure the locking mechanism– can’t forget to do that again. Alright. Measurements look good. Dock secure. Yes, here we go. It’s gonna work this time.”

This time. There was that phrase again.

Mobius’ heart plummeted to his shoes with a sickening realization. Suddenly, everything made sense: Loki’s timeslipping, his frantic mood, the eerie way he was able to anticipate everybody’s questions before they had a chance to ask them.

Casey came up from the loading dock. “Mr. Timely’s ready.”

“I know.”

I know.

This wasn’t the first time Loki had lived this moment.

Loki moved back to the keyboard.

“Access denied,” a computerized voice sounded overhead. “Password required.”

The only question was how many times had Loki lived this moment.

Mobius put a hand over Loki’s before the god could finish typing in the password. “Loki.”

“Mobius?” Loki flinched. “What are you-”

“Stop.”

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dyketennant · 3 months

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good news guys if i did my math right (which it's possible i did not) i only have 80 more david tennant roles to get through. which means im more than halfway through since im not including repeat roles, non character-related narrations, or when he's just showing up as himself as an easter egg in a show 😁

#david tennant #for reference: im on 2008/9? right now #but theres a few movies i have bookmarked for later bc i have been busy #this number is of course not accounting for media i cannot find anywhere. which was quite a few from the BD (before doctor) era #but will most likely be fewer in the AD (after doctor) era #also does not include him playing loki in the sandman audiobook which i want to include #so i'll need to find a list of audiobook performances not listed in imdb #should i count videogames? i hadn't given it much thought. i mean i was going to #also i think someone on livejournal found other old roles not listed on his imdb with photographic evidence #no idea if i want to try and hunt those down or not

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villainousshakespeare · 1 year

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 30

Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking, memory loss.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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Everything in the world seemed big. He was scared. Cold. Could not bring his mind to form words to fit to his thoughts.

Ice and rock surrounded him, looming up from the ground and down from the ceiling like monster fangs ready to devour him. The dark haired woman who had cooed to him, who had looked at him with a soft, gentle gaze, was no longer within his range of vision. He was alone. It was terrifying.

Yet as terrifying as it was to be alone, the giant who burst into the space was infinitely worse. He was huge and wild, covered in blood like some beast. One hand gripped a brutal looking axe, and a gauged hole was all that remained of one eye.

"Odin," the voice in his mind breathed. He was not alone then, not completely.

As Loki shrunk back onto the slab of stone the woman had carefully placed him on, the giant turned and pierced him with his one good eye.

"What have we here?"

His voice was little more than a growl. Loki could feel the animosity in it. Rough hands reached down to pick him up and carry him closer to a bristly beard and mustache surrounding a pair of pursed lips. There was no warmth, no kindness for him in that look. Instinctively, wanting to calm the fire of the creature's dislike, Loki tried to figure out why this man might loathe him so. He must look like a monster to the monster, he reasoned. Hoping to mollify the man, he thought of the woman who had held him before, the one other face he could remember. Bringing all the concentration he could muster, Loki willed himself to appear more like her.

He must have done something right, because the huge man looked intrigued now, rather than repulsed. Still, he kept Loki clutched in his oversized hands.

"Odin," the dark-haired woman's voice was not as it was when she had spoken so sweetly to Loki. It seemed as cold as the room around them.

The giant spun, and Loki was able to just make out once more the woman. She was slumped on the floor, fatigue stamped onto a beautiful face. Loki could feel waves of love around her and wished that it was she who held him now.

"Volla!"

He feared for a moment that the man would drop him and let out a startled little wail. The hands instead closed tighter around him, and he found that this was almost as bad.

"Where have you been? We have been frantic in our search for you!"

"I have been here, at least of late," her voice held humor, but a touch of pain as well.

"You sister is mad with worry. You disappeared without so much as a by your leave!"

"Perhaps because I tired of living by your leave, Odin Allfather. I wanted to live for myself, to find out what the worlds had to offer."

"Had to offer? I had secured you an offer of mariage that would have made you a Queen of Alfheim!"

"Yes, but I never really cared for Elves. Too much musty, esoteric poetry. And Freyr is such a bore. We would never have suited."

"You could have said as much," his voice was angry, and Loki began fussing in his grasp.

"I would have helped you, Volla. I would have given you the life you desired. I only wanted to protect you," the voice in Loki's mind sounded sad.

"You expect the Goddess of Secrets to share her inner thoughts?" Volla asked, again with a mischievous curl of her lips. "No, you know you would not have approved of what I wanted for myself."

"And what was that?"

"Adventure! To live a full and tumultuous life."

"And I suppose this creature here is the result of that? He is yours I take it?"

"He is," Loki heard pride in her voice, and a warmth spread through him despite the cold. "My little Loki."

"My little Loki! How could I not have known?"

"And where is the father then, who left you here to suffer the trial of delivery alone? Does he have so little respect for a Goddess?"

"He could not be with me," she said with a frown. "Some bellicose berserker of a King came rampaging in with an army, forcing him to go to war."

"Then I was right. It is the child of one of those cursed brutes."

"It is the child of ME!" she corrected, struggling to rise up as much as she could. "The son of a Goddess and of a King!"

"No!" Odin gasped, holding Loki further from his chest, bringing back the fear of plummeting to the stone floor. "Even you, wild and capricious as you are, would not be so brazen!"

"You hold in your hands the first-born son of Laufey, King of Jotunheim," her words echoed about them.

"Laufey's heir!"

"Perhaps," her voice lost some of its assurance.

"What do you mean? If this is his son..."

"Not if Odin. It is his son. But while Laufey would love the babe, there would be some trouble with his subjects. As you well know, I am not his wife. And Hyrrokkin is a jealous bride. She would attempt to set him aside so that her brood, if she can ever tempt Laufey to her bed long enough to sire one, would rule."

"And yet you lowered yourself to birth his bastard," Odin's voice dripped with disappointment.

"I wanted a child. A strong, clever child. Laufey gave one to me. It is an unexpected misfortune that I will not be around to guide him to his birthright."

"What do you mean?"

"Use your eyes, Odin. Or eye, I should say. I am dying. My time came early, and as you so kindly pointed out, there was no one to assist in the birthing. I fear my little Loki will have to make do without me."

"Volla, no!"

"Oh, my darling girl." Loki wished he could comfort the lady who's voice he heard, so bereft did she sound.

Odin knelt down beside her in a movement so sudden that Loki cried out in fear. He could smell her now, though. Even though her scent was mixed with sweat and an odd metallic tang it still comforted him to be near her.

"I fear it is so," she said simply, reaching out to tenderly brush Loki's face.

"I will not lose you. Frigga loves you too well, and you have been all but a child to us both. A willful, stubborn child, but no less dear for all for all of that."

"Even you cannot stop death, Odin. But while I may not be able to return with you, I leave you a happy replacement."

"You cannot mean for me to take the child?"

Loki realized on some level that they were talking of him now, and anxious noises began to bubble up from inside him.

"I cannot raise him, and in my absence Hyrrokkin will seek to do him harm. Bring him to Frigga. Let him help heal the hurt my death will cause her."

"Nothing will do that. This will destroy her. The babe that killed you will be no substitute."

"My sister is stronger than you think. And Loki did not kill me! That was but chance and my own will to do as I please. Promise me, Odin Bor's Son. Swear to me now an oath over my death's blood that you will take my child to raise as a Prince of the Nine Realms."

"She knows me better than you do, old man."

There was a long moment where only Loki's own soft cries broke the silence. At last, the giant holding him bowed his head in acquiescence.

"I so swear. Loki son of Volla shall have a place in my hall and at my table, to be cared for as befits his birth and station as child of a Goddess."

"Thank you."

It was as though all the energy she had put forth to extract the promise from him had been the only thing holding her upright. With her words, she sank back against the wall, limp and spent. Odin took her slim pale had in his and brought it to his face in an oddly gentle gesture. Loki was surprised to see a fat tear fall from his intact eye.

"Ancestors," Odin intoned, words sound ripped from somewhere deep inside him, "Volla, Goddess of Secrets comes to you now. Know how much she was loved in life and grant her a seat in your halls among the glorious dead."

Another tear fell down, splashing onto Loki's face and causing his own eyes to close and for him to begin to cry as well. The tears mixed together, and in the swirl of saltwater his mind began to blur again.

He wanted to stay. He desperately wanted to stay with this dark-haired woman who named him and loved him. But the other woman, the one who had kept watch over him and helped to steer his course through all of these swirling memories was weeping. He could do nothing for the one but perhaps, if he could find her again, he could be of aid to the other.

"Come back to me, my Loki, my nephew and my son. Come back to yourself. Be whole and be happy."

***

"Odin, Son of Bor! We need to have a conversation. Now."

Caroline winced involuntarily as the door to the room slammed behind Frigga. In her brief time on Asgard, Loki's adopted mother had been kind, understanding, regal, everything one would expect and hope for her to be. While Caroline had been a bit intimidated by her, it had never occurred to her to outright fear Frigga.

That ended now as she stormed up to her husband, eyes blazing with anger. While not as bulky as her husband, Frigga stood nearly as tall as him, and the way her hand fingered the dagger on her hip spoke of more than a passing familiarity with a blade. Against her natural inclination Caroline could almost feel a reluctant sympathy for Odin.

"Frigga, you look upset," Odin stated the obvious. Is something bothering you? Perhaps we should go someplace private to discuss it."

Frigga's eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at her husband.

"We will speak right here and now," she proclaimed, voice commanding the room. "Is there anything you wish to tell me, my husband? Think long and hard."

"Asgard could not wish for a better Queen than you." Odin tried.

So fast that for a moment she thought she had imagined it, Caroline saw Frigga's hand shoot out and strike Odin squarely across his face hard enough that his whiskered head snapped to one side.

"Try again," his Queen instructed.

"Mother, what has come over you?" Thor's voice rang with concern.

"I wondered," Frigga's eyes did not move from her husband's face, "why it was that you were so opposed to Loki regaining his memories. After all, the secret had been let out. Our son might not remember his true origins, but enough others did that it hardly mattered beyond a personal level. The tale of Odin Allfather adopting the son of his mortal enemies and raising him for reasons benevolent or nefarious depending on the teller's inclinations was loose in the world."

"I wanted to spare you and our son grief," Odin tried to explain.

"Silence!" Much to Caroline's surprise Odin's jaw snapped shut. "As I was saying, there was no reason to keep secret the truth of Loki's Jotun blood. What then, would it be that you feared from the procedure?"

"Could I not simply worry about my younger son?"

"You could," Frigga snarled. "But you didn't. You feared something else. Tell me, Odin Allfather, Son of Bor. The story of how you found our son, a newborn babe, left all alone to freeze to death on an altar to some unknown God. That wasn't quite the way it happened, was it?"

"Frigga - "

"Mother, what are you saying?" Thor was blinking with confusion.

"You said it was a temple, didn't you?" Frigga asked in a tone of clamped down anger.

"I did, and it was."

"What sort of temple?" Frigga demanded.

"I don't see why -"

"WHAT SORT OF TEMPLE?"

"A Valor temple," Odin muttered.

"A Valor temple. On Jotunheim. That didn't strike you as strange?"

"Of course it did," Odin sounded like a truculant child. "That is why I was investigating in the first place."

"I see. And this temple, was it to any particular Valar God?"

"If you have something to say, just say it, Frigga," Odin snapped, changing tactics as his face turned red, obscuring the mark of his wife's handprint.

"Volla." Frigga hissed. "It was a temple to Volla."

"It may have been."

"May have been," Frigga mimicked harshly. "You think that in any universe I would not recognize a temple to my own sister?"

Caroline was uncertain what was happening under the words spoken by the Asgardian royal couple, but the air vibrated with tension and hostility. A quick glance to Thor was enough to show her that he was almost as lost as she was.

"My love -"

"You saw her!" Frigga wailed. "You spoke with her. My sister, the child I had all but raised after our parents left us for the ancestors' halls. I was nigh mad with grief and worry, scouring the universe for her. You found her and you hid that knowledge from me. You let me go on searching for her for decades, when you had witnessed her passing yourself."

"Father is this true?"

"Stay out of this, Thor," Odin shouted at his first born.

"Do not take out your guilt on our son!" Frigga stepped between Odin and Thor. "Answer me, husband. You saw my sister in her last moments."

"I did," Odin admitted reluctantly after a pregnant pause.

Once more, the sound of Frigga's slap echoed through the room.

"She had disgraced herself!" Odin said, clearly in pain but ignoring it. "We had thought she might have been abducted or have been on some secret quest on behalf of her devotees. Any of a dozen explanations had been bandied about as a reason for her disappearance, and any of them would have been more admirable than the truth that. I wanted to spare you the knowledge that your sister had left us of her own free will to become whore to the enemy."

He was clearly expecting the third slap, as he grabbed her wrist mid-swing. He was not, however, expecting the quick knee up that followed it. Odin staggered backwards, releasing Frigga as he doubled over in pain.

"My sister was a Princess of Valor and the Goddess of Secrets," Frigga's voice was ice cold. "She was no whore. She was a free spirit who chose to give herself to a King as his Consort. There is no shame in this. She gave birth to a son, the firstborn son of a King and a Goddess, a God in his own right. Her only mistake was in trusting you to care for him."

"I did care for him!" Odin's voice was rough with pain. "I brought him to you!"

"Yes, you brought him to me. You gave me the great joy of a second child to love and take pride in. You watched as we formed a bond of great depth, forged in no small part by our shared attributes. And did it never once occur to you to tell me he was my nephew? I had a living connection to my sister in the form of her only child and you kept that knowledge from me! How could you?"

"The people would not have understood her liaison to the leader of our enemies. That would have tainted their love of you. I wanted to protect your name!"

"You wanted to protect yourself! I don't give a damn about my name, and you know that. Let the people come to me if they have concerns. I have never once done anything to give them reason to doubt my devotion to the realm."

"The people love mother," Thor said quietly, daring his father's anger once more. "Of all of us, she is most beloved, and with reason."

"Thank you, Thor," Frigga's tone softened as she looked at her son.

"What does all this mean, mother?" Thor asked, struggling to make sense of it all.

Caroline couldn't blame him. The accusations had flown fast and viciously. She herself felt like an uncouth interloper in the middle of a family drama. Still, she felt the need to bear witness for Loki's sake, that she could let him know the level of devotion his mother showed him and, it seemed, his mother.

"It means that Loki was not just a random foundling," Frigga explained gently. "Nor just the cast-off son of King Laufey. Loki is more than your brother of the heart, Thor. He is your cousin, by my blood through his mother. My baby sister Volla, Goddess of Secrets. Who I loved more dear than any until I gave birth to you."

"More than your husband?"

Caroline would give Odin this, he was no coward. The question hung in the air as his queen squared her shoulders and turned to regard him with contempt. Slowly, she took a deep breath through her nose and let it out through her mouth, finding a calm Caroline could only envy.

"Despite my best instincts I do have love for you," the Allmother said at last. "If you wish for that to continue, I suggest finding something to do off realm for the foreseeable future. Perhaps absence will dull the killing anger that assails me when I look at you."

As she watched from the outside of the family triangle, Caroline held her breath, waiting to see how the all-powerful God would take being so dismissed. Thor's eyes comically flickered from his mother's steely stare to his father's glowering indecision. Caroline completely sympathized with him.

"I believe that there is some business on Nidavillere that could use my attention. I will leave in the morning."

"You will leave at once," Frigga's voice left no room for debate. "And you will take your time sorting out this business."

"I will leave at once" Odin growled in defeat. "Thor, you are Regent until my return."

"Yes, Father," Thor said in hushed voice full of amazement.

Odin spun and strode to the door. Only at the last did he stop, turning back to face his wife.

"Tell my son that I am glad that he is well. I do love Loki."

"In your way," Frigga qualified.

"I am what I am, Frigga. You knew that when we wed."

"Go, before I change my mind."

"Farewell, my love."

As Odin swept out of the room, it was as though tide of anger and tension left with him. The moment the door closed behind him it was as though the taut chord that had been keeping Frigga standing was snapped, and the tall, powerful Allmother who had brought low her husband crumpled to the floor, shaking with the tears she had kept unshed all through the confrontation.

***

"Take it slow, Princeling. Your mind is still settling."

The words were said in the dry, confident voice he had known all of his life.

Loki blinked his eyes into focus and saw Eir sitting across the room, legs crossed neatly and a small smile of accomplishment on her face.

"How does it feel to be whole again?" she asked.

"I will let you know," he said, rising carefully to a sitting position. "Was it real? Everything I saw and heard?"

"As real as any memory," she replied. "They lie, of course, from time to time, and are colored by our own perspectives, but for the most part what you saw is what happened."

"I am part Jotun."

It was not quite the first thing that came to his mind, but it was the first he felt comfortable saying in front of the healer. He did not think she would care to discuss how much he longed to go find Caroline and recreate their one blissful night together. If he thought his legs would hold him he would already be out the door.

"You are. Welcome to the family."

"That's right," he looked closer at the woman. "You have Jotun blood as well."

"I do," she said, as though confirming that she had blue eyes. "It was not always as uncommon as it is now."

"You told me that on purpose yesterday, didn't you?" he was still putting things together.

"It occurred to me that you might need someone to talk to who did not share our culture's prejudices. Someone who could share some of the more positive aspects of Jotunheim. I did not realize..."

Loki watched as the Eir drew a breath, clearly working out some internal conflict. It was strange. She had always seemed so unflappable. It was as if she herself was one of the frozen peaks of Jutonheim, cold, immovable, and unforgiving. Perhaps like that realm there was more to her than first glance suggested.

"Your mortal," she said at last. "Caroline. I understand now."

"Understand?" he asked, uncertain what she alluded to.

"I did not see why she should matter to you," Eir explained, if a bit reluctantly. "Mortals have such a short lifespan. They always struck me as shallow, fleeting things. What could they possibly do or say that would be of weight in the grand scope of our lives? Your Caroline though, she is something different. She saw the need in you, as clearly as any healer would, and found a way to help make it whole. She is a remarkable woman."

"She is indeed," Loki smiled, thinking of his tenacious little love building a Jotun bonfire in the woods. "I do not deserve her."

"Few of us get what we deserve. Don't let that stop you."

"Oh, I don't plan to," his grin widened, thinking that nothing would stop him from having her.

"Odin will not like it," Eir warned.

"Imagine how little I care," he replied.

Thinking of his father, Loki was suddenly transported to the memory of Odin confronting the dark haired woman in his memories.

"She was your mother," his expression must have given away his thoughts, as she easily tracked them. "The woman at the end."

"Volla," he said, feeling out the name.

"I knew her a little," Eir told him. "She was young, for a Goddess. Willful, daring. Frigga doted on her and, to my mind, overindulged her. Odin wanted to marry her to Frey, I think in an attempt to steady her. Anyone who knew them could see it would not suit."

"And so she ran away," he filled in the blanks. "And she ended up on Jotunheim."

"It would have intrigued her, I think. Volla loved secrets, finding them, keeping them. A forbidden world would have delighted her."

"I can understand that," Loki said, thinking that he might have more than one part of his legacy to explore in the not too distant future.

"I thought you might," Eir said with a laugh.

"The last part of my memories," he said, thought suddenly coming to him. "Or, should I say, the first. That was not during the period of my lost time."

"It was not."

"Yet you had me relive it anyway. Why?"

"Odin is a strong King of Asgard," Eir said carefully. "But he is not without his flaws. His manner when he returned with you always seemed off to me."

"You were there?" He asked. "You were privy to the secret?"

"I was," she nodded. "They knew, of course, of my heritage, and so they could trust me not to be horrified by a Frost Giant in our midst. I also would understand the prejudices the riled the realm in the wake of the war. I was sworn to secrecy, and then brought in to examine you, to make sure you were not ill, and that you would not suddenly return to your blue color, I am sure. Frigga was too caught up in the joy of a new babe to love, but it seemed to me that Odin was hiding something. It has bothered me all of these many centuries. I have tried to bring it up with Frigga, but..."

"She would not hear a word against her husband," Loki sighed, knowing all too well the wall that went up when Odin was maligned to his wife.

"Indeed. I'm afraid, with you mind laying open like a book before me, I could not resist flipping to the pages where the truth was written and bringing your mother with me. I am not sorry that I did so; Frigga needed to know, as did you. But I acknowledge that I broke my word to you not to dip into your other thoughts. I therefore apologize and will accept your condemnation."

"Given that your suspicions were proven more than right, I accept your apology without condemnation." Loki's face split into a wide, wicked grin. "After all, you were already witness to other memories of a far more personal nature."

Loki was delighted to see Eir's face tinge to scarlet as the memories he referred to crossed her mind.

"As I said," she mumbled, discomposed for perhaps the first time he had ever seen, "I might have underestimated your mortal. She is truly remarkable."

"That she is," he agreed whole heartedly. "In fact, now that the circulation seems to have returned to my legs..."

"And other places," Eir's eyes darted to that part of Loki that always seemed to know when Caroline was being discussed. "Go. Your champion deserves to see you well and whole."

"Thank you, Eir," he said, surprising them both by pulling her into an embrace. "I will never forget what you have done for me."

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sylvies-kablooie · 6 months

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”what if sylki isn’t endgame” rest assured i will not go anywhere. i will blog regardless. i Will continue to make playlists and write analysis and maybe even fanfiction. canon has no effect on me. you cannot get rid of me that easily. if only it were that easy.

#as always you can ship whatever on this blog but u know where I stand on this matter #i was in the clintasha trenches in 2016 you literally cannot defeat me #as if something as simple as canon could flick off the switch of what my brain needs to think about!!!#I understand the sadness people feel over things not going the way they want and I feel it too #You just personally cannot get me to stop analyzing every inch of subtext #If i had ae i would make edits. You want edits? Find me ae!! And you can have them.#loki #loki series #loki tv show #Sylki #pro sylki #loki x sylvie #sylkie

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themountainsays · 5 months

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Something I just realized, is that Loki and Sylvie not only are the same person in different timelines, but that they have also both been, once, a single conciousness, one person in the same sense in which I am one person, or you are one person. Meaning they would share childhood memories.

Let me explain - I would like to draw a distinction between two types of variants in the show, let's call them surviving variants and free variants. Free variants are all people existing naturally as a result of the multiverse endlessly expanding. An example would be the three Peter Parker variants, or all variants we see in What If...?. There's an infinite number of free variants because there is an infinite number of existing universes.

Surviving variants are the tragic result of TVA pruning. Most die during pruning sessions, but a few lucky ones make it out through fighting or the TVA's will. These would be all of the main characters in "Loki". This Loki is a surviving variant, so are Sylvie, Mobius, O.B, Renslayer, etc. Even the other Lokis at the end of time are surviving variants. The difference between these surviving variants is that, because their worlds were pruned, they are all that's left of them. They have no timeline they belong to and nowhere to go back to. Even after the multiverse is released, trying to go back to your original timeline would mean there's already yet another you in your place, because killing HWR means all timelines were retroactively never pruned, so you (minor y) were never taken from it, but You (capital Y) are still left as the aftermath of a destruction that never took place in this new reality. Sylvie couldn't go back to her Asgard if she wanted to, because that Asgard was never pruned, she was never taken away from it, and there would be another Sylvie (maybe still named Loki) in there, being her parents' daughter and brother's sister, a free Sylvie/Loki in the place that was once our Sylvie's. I think that's the true tragedy of surviving variants. The newly released timelines don't have a vacant spot for them to return to.

Now, why do I think that means Loki and Sylvie come from the same one entity? In a canon divergence kind of way. Since the release of the multiverse, no new surviving variants could be created. You only have free, natural growth variants, and these variants could have a multitude of origins. Let's take the Peter Parker example again. These three Peters have the same name and powers, and roughly the same stories and personalities. But they look quite different. They aren't fully equal - for example, one of them can shoot webbing from his wrists while the other need mechanical devices to do so. You can name more examples if you rewatch the film, which I'm not going to do simply for the sake of making this one post. You know what I mean. The point I'm trying to make is that it's safe to say they are different. Maybe their parents conceived them on different days. Maybe a recessive gene here and there got out in one of them but not the other. As for the wrist webbing, maybe the spider was slightly different. You can come up with a million watsonian explanations as to why they're different, and I think it's safe to say they're different people, even if they'd be genetically the same as if they were brothers. If we continue to examine their differences from a watsonian perspective, we can even say when the split in the timeline ocurred: definitely before they were born. Peter Parker is a human being, and unlike Lokis, he can't change his appearance with magic, so their physical differences must be genetic. This sets these three variants apart from the Doctor Strange variants we've come to know, who all look like Benedict Cumberbatch. Again, watsonian lenses: if they're all Benedict Cumberbatch, they must all have split paths sometime after Strange was born. Otherwise they'd look completely different.

So you'd assume all Loki variants are different people if we go by looks alone, but all Loki variants we'd had the chance to know are surviving variants, not free variants like the Peters and Doctors Strange. Loki variants came to be when Loki in the old Sacred Timeline decided to go a little off the paved road. And we know they act quick - as soon as someone steps on the wrong leaf, a line shoots up at the TVA monitor. Nothing goes unchecked. Nothing goes unseen. Not a single mistake is forgiven.

So Sylvie being a girl wasn't what set off the TVA. Sylvie looking different wasn't what got her world pruned. If I remember correctly, as a young Loki, she was playing with toys when she got captured, so it could be something as simple as picking up the wrong toy. Something pathetic and insignificant. Maybe the Sacred Timeline dictated Loki would pick a toy knight instead of a toy horse, so young Loki is taken from her home to be judged and pruned for it, but she escapes, changes her name, dyes her hair, spends centuries on the run.

Our Loki picked the right toy. He lived by the Sacred Timeline for long enough to survive, but he made a mistake in the end and he was captured too. Eventually, he met himself, a Loki that was captured many centuries before.

But that isn't another Loki from another timeline - that's him, before they split when they took different toys, or sat somewhere else to play, or had a different thought at the same time. They were cut in two but before they were one and the same - a single Loki who became two.

As for their appearance, I'd simply point to the idea of Loki being a genderfluid shapeshifter. If it were anything else, such as Laufey having a daughter instead of a son, both Laufey, his wife and new child would have been pruned centuries before. Loki and their timeline survived, though, and kept growing branch after branch forever.

I think this interpretation adds another layer of depth to Sylki that I'd love to explore. The idea of both of them sharing a same conciousness once, a same body - changed and shifted but still the same - the same memories even, would be beautiful to watch, and it would help ground their oneness and sameness on a more solid base. Talking about the childhood mischief they enjoyed when it was only one Loki, their mother's love, the memory of being one, the anger from Sylvie's part knowing she did get to live in Asgard for centuries - only it wasn't her, but the other her, who threw it all away in a fit of greed, almost being glad she escaped that destiny, asking Loki what is it that he made of her life and hating him for it, yet knowing the seed of the anger had been in them since childhood - she simply forgot about it when everything changed. The cosmic horror of being one person turned into two. Love bringing unity to them again.

#sylki #selfcest #i know seeing sylki as selfcest isn't popular in the fandom because antis whine abt it a lot #but personally i find it beautiful and really interesting #and kind of what gives the ship its identity really #because there's always so much to explore #i just wonder... if i met the myself that took a different path in life... what would i ask her?#what would scare me? what would cause me curiosity?#what would I want to know? what would i resent her for?#falling in love with yourself is kinda crazy but that's kinda the point #it has to be weird and odd and strange and unique #and maybe there's something wrong with them for falling in love #maybe there's something weird in Loki for falling in love with themselves #but there's been so much wrong done against them #what would you expect? maybe everything that happened means this is now what they need #Loki has been lost for a long time. maybe they just needed to find themselves #and say #only through seeing themselves as if they were another #''maybe there was worth and beauty and love in me all along''#loki meta #loki #sylvie

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