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nostalgia-tblr · 9 months

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Right I'm not saying Odin's not had a terrible amount of colonialism and war going on over his however-long-it's-been reign but when Thor wants to lay waste to Jotunheim and Odin tells him off for this it's not just hypocrisy at work, because the Odin of the timeframe of that movie seems sure that this would be Wrong not just politically bothersome and yet he also doesn't really explain to Thor why things are different now and putting that together what you have is this: Odin can't explain his own apparent change of heart without revealing that "oh yeah your brother's a Jotun," even though he must be fairly sure that this information would stop Thor's xenophobic bloodlust in its tracks as effectively as it did his own.

#thor (2011)#mcu tag i guess #he's had plenty of time to think of a handy excuse that doesn't give anything away but in that reality things are less dramatic generally #like in the reality where when Odin fainted Frigga (remember her?) explained their thought process and expressed their love etc #and you know what now i wonder *when* sylvie got told she was adopted cos it *could* be not long before she wandered off-path #i think we've all assumed she just always knew? but if not the TVA come cos she's still playing valkyrie-saves-ppl AFTER she knows the trut #which would mean SHE did nothing 'wrong' - the point of divergence was her parents failing to traumatise her sufficiently and spark off #a spiral into villainy for her. which then also means they DID fuck up her life by not fucking her up enough. oh the irony :(

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burdenedwithnxmberfive · 1 year

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Loki fanfic

Would anyone interested in a Loki x ofc fanfiction be willing to read a fic that follows the Loki series?? I totally agree the series was a crapshoot, but I can overhaul Loki's characterization and give him back the jittery paranoia, snark, and sadness from Thor 1 + Avengers. the main theme in the fic is that I hate the Saw movies. I would also try re-write things to make Mobius a genuine friend. And Sylvie....

I like things with a darker tone so the writing is a little bit disturbed and miserable,, for a OC-esque type fanfic. Dread and angst.

who am I kidding. It's cringe but I tried. Loki x oc cringe, but genuine.

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ailendolin · 6 months

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The fact that Loki spends centuries alone trying to fix the mess Sylvie made only to actually end up alone in the end. The fact that he basically becomes a stranger to Mobius because of it. The fact that even when he wins, he's doomed to lose.

The fact that Mobius can't bear to stay at the TVA once Loki is gone. The fact that he goes to his original timeline to see what Loki is trying to protect. The fact that he has no place there, has no purpose at all anymore. Waits for the spark.

The fact that Sylvie is the only one who gets what she wants. The fact that she doesn't even have to face the consequences of her actions because Loki does it for her. The fact that she gets to be selfish and happy in the end while Loki and Mobius don't.

#loki #mobius m mobius #loki series #loki spoilers #i am not okay #i hate that Sylvie is the Loki who wins and Loki is the one destined to lose #lokius

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mrsdesade · 2 months

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to the divine, mischievous, spark in you; 🌟

For sure my best Loki piece until now, I'm so proud of it! (and of him of course, we love you lonely god)

( I must specify that this isn't a Loki x Sylvie art, the details of the woman dancing in the illusion was a little reference to an original MCU tales I'm drawing in this period because... hyperfixation. )

#loki #loki series #marvel #loki laufeyson #loki fanart #loki fanfic #loki x oc #god loki #tva loki #marvel loki #artist on tumblr #artwork #my post #procreate #loki headcanons

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saturnian-venus · 2 years

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astro notes pt. iv [beauty & fashion edition]

♤ most people with upturned catlike eyes have mars aspecting their ascendant ex: megan fox (mars conjunction ascendant) cardi b (mars square ascendant) jordin sparks (mars semi-square ascendant)

♤ ladies with jupiter aspecting their ascendant & taurus/libra inner placements are blessed with an alluring hourglass/opposing triangles figure ex: amber rose (jupiter trine ascendant + libra sun) christina hendricks (jupiter sextile ascendant + taurus sun) peggy lee (jupiter semi-sextile ascendant + taurus venus + libra mars)

♤ simple soft glam makeup look lovers probably have venus in earth signs aspecting the ascendant ex: jamie chung (taurus venus + venus trine ascendant) charlize theron (virgo venus + venus conjunction ascendant) sza (capricorn venus + venus semi-sextile ascendant)

♤ aphrodite (1388) aspecting venus can make you look very photogenic ex: cindy crawford (venus conjunct aphrodite) noah mills (venus conjunct aphrodite) naomi campbell (venus trine aphrodite)

♤ every moon in aries/1st house went through a red hair phase ex: janet jackson (aries moon) rosé (aries moon) gloria estefan (moon in the 1st house)

♤ an aspect that can contribute to having fairy/elf like features is a hard aspect between neptune and the asendant ex: sylvie testud (neptune square ascendant) rami malek (neptune opposite ascendant) kate bosworth (neptune inconjunction ascendant)

♤ females with a gorgeous tringale/pear shaped bodies usually have pluto aspecting their asendant & leo/sagittarius inner placements ex: beyoncé (pluto conjunction ascendant + leo mars) christina aguilera (pluto trine ascendant + sagittarius sun + sagittarius venus), rihanna (pluto inconjunction ascendant + sagittarius mars)

♤ people who have deep attractive voices oftentimes have mercury-pluto aspects ex: mark strong (mercury conjunction pluto) laurence fishburne (mercury semi-square pluto) alan rickman (mercury inconjunction pluto) or pluto in the 3rd house ex: martin luther king, emma stone & laura prepon

♤ having neptune aspecting the ascendant can give you downturned doelike eyes ex: paul mccartney (neptune conjunction ascendant) sylvester stallone (neptune square ascendant) grimes (neptune semi-square ascendant)

♤ celebrities known for their famous hairstyles tend to have fire venus combined with moon-venus aspects ex: audrey hepburn (aries venus + moon semi-square venus) whitney houston (leo venus + moon trine venus) farrah fawcett (sagittarius venus + moon opposite venus)

♤ hard sun-uranus aspects can cause asymmetrical face ex: ryan gosling (sun conjunction uranus) paris hilton (sun square uranus) angelina jolie (sun sesqui-quadrate uranus)

♤ people who have their sun/moon aspecting lilith have dark intense attractiveness ex: taissa farmiga (sun trine lilith) ben barnes (moon trine lilith) mia wasikowska (moon square lilith)

♤ the looking bizarre but in a sexy way aspect got to be uranus harsly aspecting the sun ex: anya taylor joy (sun square uranus) benedict cumberbatch (sun square uranus) gemma ward (sun semi-square uranus)

♤ saturn aspecting the asendant & aries/capricorn inner placements can give the individual model qualities ex: miranda kerr (saturn square ascendant + aries sun) gigi hadid (saturn semi-square ascendant + aries venus) vanessa paradis (saturn inconjunction ascendant + capricorn sun)

♤ most of bold heavy makeup lovers have fire venus in the 1st/10th house ex: dua lipa (leo venus in the 10th house) chungha (aries venus in the 10th house) katy perry (sagittarius venus in the 1st house)

♤ psyche (16) aspecting the sun people have an astonishing beauty ex: diane kruger (sun conjunct psyche) monica bellucci (sun trine psyche) aishwarya rai (sun semi-sextile psyche)

♤ famous for their iconic curly hair they got earth moons with sun/uranus aspects ex: andie macdowell (taurus moon + sun square uranus) corbin bleu (virgo moon + sun sextile uranus) keri russell (capricorn moon + sun inconjunction uranus)

♤ having cosmetic surgery to enhance what they got aspect is sun/asendant/midheaven semi-square venus ex: lana del rey (sun semi-square venus) hailey baldwin (asendant semi-square venus) jennifer lawrence (midheaven semi-square venus)

♤ narcissus (37117) conjunct/trine/sextile sun folks are in love with their reflection spends a lot of time in front the mirror and take mirror selfies

♤ big fans of bodycon clothings mostly have venus in a fire house ex: selena quintanilla (venus in the 1st house) famous for her signature looks with bodycon jumpsuits, khloe kardashian (venus in the 5th house) loves bodycon skirts/pants, kim kardashian (venus in the 9th house) most of her wardrobe consist of bodycon dresses

♤ most people with round captivating eyes have moon aspecting their ascendant ex: zooey deschanel (moon conjunction ascendant) dakota fanning (moon square ascendant) marion cotillard (moon semi-square ascendant)

♤ women with a graceful rectangle/banana shaped bodies could have mercury aspecting the ascendant & virgo/aquarius inner placements ex: charlotte rampling (mercury conjunction ascendant + aquarius sun + aquarius venus) zendaya (mercury trine ascendant + virgo sun) mitski (mercury sextile ascendant + virgo venus)

♤ the majority of people born with red hair have got aries/taurus in their big 6 with sun/mars aspects ex: jessica chestian (aries sun + aries venus + sun semi sextile mars) domhnall gleeson (taurus sun + taurus moon + taurus mars + sun conjunct mars) toby stephens (taurus sun + aries venus + sun sesqui-quadrate mars)

♤ water signs individuals like to put on blue eye contact lenses

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pencap · 23 days

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you were a touch of lips that breathed air into my stuttering lungs an arm around my shoulders that sparked my fluttering heart a first-aid kit stitching my anger back together a cool press of fingers swiping gentle against the fever and then you were the whisper of a bullet guarding my six the glint of a sniper scope that struck hope, not fear the heavy march of boots always right behind mine

it was you. it was you. it was always you.

and i always knew i would have died a hundred times over without you.

you are echoes in the empty chambers of my heart screams in the air that clamour in my lungs a nightmare repeating like a skipping record you are still seventy years of empty spaces a ghost that still lives and breathes and screams a memory that lingers in my every footstep

i never did learn how to live without you.

and i should have known when my heart stubbornly kept on beating that you were not gone.

- by sylvie (j.p.)

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #poetics #there is so much slanted angsty stucky poetry in my drafts #you have no idea #pencap drafts

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lavendertales · 8 months

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SEÑORITA: Chapter 5

pairing: Javier Peña x Murphy!f!reader

summary: you agree to go out with Steve & Connie to get their idea of a blind date out of the way. but once Javier arrives, you're nothing if not overly excited to give your time to him instead.

word count: 5.7k

series warnings: reluctant friends to lovers, lots of playful banter, mutual pining, slow burn, secret relationship, filthy smut.

chapter warnings: mentions of alcohol & smoking; jealous!Javi, tension, mutual pining.

gif: @beldros

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Within the following days, you allowed guilt to chew you and spit you up. You avoided Javier’s eyes at any cost, barely responding to his “good morning” as you continued your morning ritual together. It felt tainted, such a small act of curtesy; tainted by basic biological needs, filthily and sneakily performed in the darkness of your bedroom, culminating in a name you refused to moan in full, but one that still lingered on your mind.

Doesn’t matter whether you said Javier’s name in full or not. He was the one you thought of in the throes of seeking your solo ecstasy and now, whenever you were met with his polite face, bright and early, you felt your cheeks burn red as you inevitably recalled burying your fingers in your wet heat, thinking they were his instead. You were beyond embarrassed, and you swore that under no circumstances he could ever know. Not that you believed the topic could ever come up, but just for safe measure, you had no intention of confessing this to either Connie or Sylvie.

It was just a momentary lapse of judgment, the result of a long dry spell and the presence of a charming, handsome man in your house. Nothing else.

But Saturday rolls around, and you find yourself wondering whether Javier would join you for drinks or not. He hadn’t made his answer clear when you asked, not even replying something sly when you mentioned you were quite certain that you were being set up for a blind date. Maybe he really didn’t want to witness all that; after all, that would mean he’d be the fifth wheel at a table with two couples.

Not the most pleasant atmosphere, and this you know firsthand.

So maybe Javier has no intention of showing up tonight. Truth be told, it’s probably for the best; you don’t need to be sipping alcoholic drinks and avoid looking at him in fear that he’ll notice your blush, ask about it, and then find out he was the star of your random moment of weakness.

You make an effort for tonight to look as good as possible. You find yourself excited about the idea of going out, letting loose a little and simply living. You put on a black dress with spaghetti straps that goes just above your knees, a pair of sandals and do your makeup to the best of your abilities. Then you take a cab and head downtown, your heart thrumming in your chest as you remember that tonight you’re most likely going on a blind date.

It was Connie’s idea; she told you about this guy from her job—Dean, was it?—that would apparently be a great match for you. Funny, kind, smart and a cook—the description sounded too good to be true, really, but Connie managed to spark your interest so you agreed to go, more on the premise of “let’s see what happens”. You found that living life from day to day was better than planning weeks or months ahead and then ending up disappointed or even hurt when certain plans wouldn’t come to fruition.

Which means that you have no plan for tonight. You just want to enjoy some good music, have some drinks and maybe, hopefully, dance.

You notice Connie first upon entering the bar, mostly because she’s wearing a white dress that definitely stands out in the washed out crowd of grey and black. You wave at her and she excitedly waves back, then you notice Steve sitting next to her, looking a bit uncomfortable. You’ve been on speaking terms, but you haven’t hung out since that dinner at their new apartment, so you understood the level of discomfort.

Thank goodness you were in an environment which provided an endless supply of drinks.

“Wow, you look gorgeous!” Connie exclaims as she comes in to hug you.

“You look just as gorgeous, if not more. Look at you, little miss angel!”

Your eyes meet Steve’s, and you spontaneously decide to hug him as well. He’s stiff, clearly taken aback, but not a second too late he reciprocates, wrapping his large arms around you, thus nearly covering you completely.

“Long time no see, huh?” you tease.

“A few weeks, hasn’t it?”

“I’d say so. Where’s Olivia tonight?”

“Going to bed early club. My mom offered to watch her, so we have the night off,” Connie explains.

“Feels good to be out of the house.”

“Tell me about it!”

You have a seat, ordering a Long Island Tea, and strike up a conversation about work. You gladly listen to Steve’s stories from the precinct, they are far more interesting than anything that usually goes on at the library.

But now your mind is somehow set back on Javier, so you take a bigger sip of your drink.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you that Javier stopped by the library last week,” you blurt out.

“He did?” Connie’s tone is filled with surprise.

“Yep. He was on his lunch break and wanted something to read.”

“What did he get?”

“A Pablo Neruda book.”

You abstain from laughing at Connie’s frown and her parted lips revealing shock.

“I know, I had the same reaction,” you say. “Would’ve never thought a guy like that reads romance poems.”

“Yeah. Me neither,” Steve says in a low voice.

“In Javier’s defense, there wasn’t much time to pick up a hobby like that in the middle of everything that was going on in Colombia.”

“Fair point.”

“He said he started reading poems shortly after returning to Laredo.”

Steve’s eyes shift onto your face in a feeble attempt to read through it and see if anything’s amiss, but you don’t give anything away. If there’s something you’re great at in this life, it’s hiding things from your big brother.

“Sounds like you’ve got to know him quite a bit,” Steve deadpans.

“We talked for like five minutes, handed him the book and called it a day.”

Nothing else happened.

“Well, we talked some more when he stopped by to fix my pipes but—“

Steve nearly chokes on his drink. “Excuse me?”

“Didn’t I mention that? How silly of me, I’m sorry. Yeah, I asked him if he could stop by my place to help me with the pipe issue I’ve been having. He was more than capable. Handled it like a pro, actually.”

There’s a big vein on the side of Steve’s forehead that’s about to burst at any given moment simply because from the way you phrased everything, you’re about 97% sure he’s picturing something else entirely and being beyond aggravated by the fact that he spend five, six days a week with Javier and the latter definitely did not mention this to him.

“Don’t dwell on it, big bro,” you tell him amused. “That vein of yours is about to pop.”

Connie chuckles behind her hand as she tries to hide away from the discussion, but her face changes when she glances in the direction of the entrance.

“Heads up, my colleague is here,” she turns to you excitedly. “Don’t freak out, but this is supposed to be kind of… well…”

“Connie, I know it’s supposed to be a blind date.”

Color drains from her cheeks. “Oh. I’m sorry, I just—“

To which you giggle, placing a hand over her exposed arm. “It’s fine. You weren’t exactly smooth about it.”

There’s plenty more Connie wishes to share with you, based on the way her lips remain parted and she stares at you desperately, but a man approaches the three of you at the bar, shaking hands with Steve, then briefly hugging Connie and—his eyes land on you.

“Hi,” he smiles, and oh shit, is that a dimple? “I’m Dean.”

You shake his hand, introducing yourself, and only then notice that he’s much taller than you. He has charcoal hair, styled nicely and carefully, and what appear to be green eyes. He’s wearing a black t-shirt underneath a leather jacket, and you gulp. He might not be a bad boy from Connie’s descriptions, but he sure has the look.

The only thing missing would be a tattoo and you’d even consider leaving this bar with him tonight.

“You are way more beautiful than what Connie said,” Dean smiles, and you already feel flustered. “And she did offer quite an in-depth description.”

“I’m glad to hear her words don’t do me justice then.”

“They really don’t.”

The way he’s staring down at you has you a little weak in the knees, but you do your best to remain composed. You cannot be acting out tonight, certainly not in front of Steve.

“Can I buy you a drink so we can go somewhere and get to know each other maybe?” Dean proposes.

“Sure, that sounds great.”

“What’s your poison of choice?”

“They don’t have that on the menu, but I’ll stick with a Long Island Tea.”

Dean chuckles, ordering exactly that and a greyhound. You turn around to ask him what he does for work, only to witness him removing his leather jacket and accidentally revealing a forearm tattoo that extends all the way to his bicep, by the look of it.

Oh no. oh, this is not good.

Calm down, girl. Just breathe.

“Maybe we can find a booth,” he suggest.

You’re stuck in some sort of trance as you keep glancing at his tattoo, but you quickly nod, hoping to dismiss the rush of emotions the entire image forces out of you.

“Told you she’d like him,” Connie playfully smacks Steve’s arm, visibly enthusiastic over the possibility of having set up a fantastic date for her sister-in-law.

“Dean’s a really cool guy.”

“They fit together quite nicely, don’t you think?”

“I’d say so, yeah.”

You spend the next forty minutes just talking to Dean and you gotta admit, he seems like a fine man. You find out he works in statistics—which undoubtedly means he’s smart—he has a dog, loves plants of all kinds, and he managed to squeeze several chuckles out of you in the past few minutes. Worst—aka best thing of them all—he’s a huge Star Wars nerd.

You’re sold on the idea that if by the time you finish this second drink and manage to dance with him, you might just take him home because the opportunity is too good to pass on. Dean doesn’t strike you as the one night stand kind of guy, but you decide to live even more in the moment and see where and how the night progresses.

By the third Long Island Tea, you decide to firstly cut yourself off, and secondly, if Dean keeps making you laugh, even as you manage to persuade him into dancing, you’ll almost have no choice but to take him home with you.

You are having the best time you’ve had in a long time; that much can be noticed even by Connie and Steve, who watch everything unfold from the bar. Everyone seems so focused on you and Dean that nobody notices the silhouette emerging from the shadows around 11:37 p.m., an exhausted look residing on his face as he makes his way through the crowd with an unquenchable thirst for some hard liquor and a cigarette.

God, he’d give anything to smoke right now; it’s been such a long afternoon stuck in the office trying to explain to that moron of a Lieutenant why the Berger case hasn’t been closed yet. But it’s been almost months since he last smoked, and he’s quite proud of the progress he's made, and there’s no solid reason to interrupt this marvelous streak he’s got going on.

That is, until he loosens his tie, takes off his blazer and orders a whiskey neat and in the sweaty crowd on the dance floor, he sees you.

He wasn’t even looking, not at first; his eyes were merely scanning the crowd, just eager to see anything else but case files before them, and somehow they managed to land on your silhouette, covered in what appears to be a rather sultry black dress, dancing the night away next to a guy who is so tall, it makes Javier squirm in his seat, feeling unusually small.

“Javi? What are you doing here?”

Steve’s the first one to approach him and they shake hands, followed by a brief kiss on Connie’s cheek.

“Wanted to blow off some steam,” Javier shouts towards them. “Your sister mentioned you guys were going out tonight.”

“She did?”

“Yep.”

“Glad you could join us!”

“Me too. Thrilled, really.”

The way he chugs his whiskey is anything but an indicator of his presumed excitement. He instantly orders a second one, the craving for nicotine even stronger when he has to force himself to peel his eyes from the dance floor.

“Who’s that?” Javier asks passively.

“Her blind date. Connie’s idea.”

“Guy from my office, his name’s Dean. Amazing guy.”

“Right, the blind date.”

“They really hit it off, look at them laughing!”

There is no reasonable explanation for the feeling that’s bubbling inside Javier’s chest. All he knows is that it’s something ugly that he deeply resents and spends the next half hour or so denying its existence, all the while stealing glances at you and this guy Dean.

And what he’s left with is the fact that you look really pretty when you’re happy.

It’s uncanny to think this way when he doesn’t see anything happening between the two of you, but even Javier cannot deny that tonight you look really ravishing and that seeing you smile is quite the sight.

You sure look happy dancing with that Dean guy. And Javier hates what it does to him because it’s all so bizarre and new to him. Though he draws one conclusion as he sits at the bar and sips from his third whiskey of the evening: he doesn’t like seeing another guy around you and that can only mean…

No. No fucking way.

It’s just a typical case of wanting what you can’t have. You’re off-limits, and Javier’s lizard, primal brain, along with the never-ending dry streak, decided that being stuck on you is a good idea. You’re cool and funny, sure, but still far from Javier’s usual type.

Which means that even if he were attracted to you—and you sure are a pretty girl, objectively speaking—he absolutely cannot sleep with you as a form of palate cleanser. If you were any other woman, maybe; but Steve’s little sister? Never in a million years.

The amber liquid in his glass worked its magic and loosened him up, though in the past it hasn’t been proven to be the best choice when around an attractive woman.

But knowing that you are beyond off-limits does help in a way. So he grits his teeth, swallows whatever it is that’s bothering him so deeply and forces himself to look away from the dance floor.

“You’ve got some moves!” Dean leans over to chuckle in your ear.

“Thanks! It’s mostly the Long Island Tea, but I gotta give credit to my college partying days.”

“Celebrated a lot, I take it?”

You grin, your hand resting ridiculously comfortable on his bicep. “Oh, Dean. You can’t even begin to comprehend.”

You faintly notice the way his eyebrows cock upwards, revealing surprise. He smiles, spinning you around to the rhythm of a song you do not recognize, and then he pulls you back to him.

“Listen, I have to make an appearance at a friend’s birthday party in a bit. Two blocks away. Would you like to come?”

You open your mouth to offer your response when you notice a third silhouette by Steve and Connie. You gulp, suddenly your back sweating more than before.

Shit.

“I’ll take a raincheck on that if it’s okay,” you smile politely.

“No problem. I guess we’ll be in touch?”

“Sure. It was nice spending time with you, Dean.”

“With you too.”

He leans over and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and you feel that very same spot burning with flattery instead of guilt, which is a more than welcome change. But when your glare returns to the bar and you notice the figure dressed business rather than casual, you gulp and miraculously, your guilt returns full force.

In spite of your better judgment—which really left the building after your first drink—you make your way back to the bar, now face to face with a visibly exhausted and grumpy Javier.

“Hello there,” you greet him.

His face lights up once you address him—or so you’d like to think. Why on earth do you want to think that?

“Hello yourself,” Javier replies. “You look—“

“Where did Dean go?”

Steve’s question bothers you more than what you let reveal. “None of your business,” you reply.

“But I thought—“

“Let them be.”

You don’t say anything else to Javier, and neither does he, but somehow he still finds himself standing up from the rather uncomfortable chair and walking you back to the dance floor, as if that would make both of you invisible to your family.

“I was—what—what are you doing?”

Javier stares at you dumbfounded, his hands not even touching your waist, yet frozen in that very direction.

“I thought you wanted—“he begins, now questioning his every intention.

You shake your head, guiding his hands back to your hips and gulping with difficulty. God, your throat is like sand on paper.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him.

Of course the song in the fucking background had to be by Carlos Santana. Of fucking course. The song bumps all around you, Javier’s hands guiding you steadily along the rhythm and your body naturally following. It’s quite relaxing—if you wouldn’t be busy thinking about the way that your body seems to naturally respond to his touch, as if you’ve been doing this for years.

You were already sweaty from before, but now, with all the people grinding around you and the unbearable heat gathered from the alcohol and the dancing, your temples were dripping with beads of sweat, as well as your neck. You couldn’t help but notice that Javier suffered of the same predicament: he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, the first two buttons undone, and again you gulped. You are painfully reminded of the night a similar image had sent you over the edge, and you blush right there with his calloused hands pressed ever so gently on your waist.

He moved both of you expertly, guiding your hips; eventually, your hands found solace around his neck, feeling the heat radiating from his body. But then he makes a move that spins you around, then pulls you back to him so that you bump into his chest, his skin on yours, and you feel afire. His eyes are locked on your face, and when they finally meet with yours, it’s electric. Goosebumps erect all over your skin, and you swear you didn’t feel this way when you were dancing with Dean. For fuck’s sake, you considered going home with Dean. You felt attracted to Dean, he was so handsome and funny and sweet—

But somehow, this moment right here feels more intimate and forbidden than anything else, and it’s evident in the way your breaths come out—ragged, almost as sweaty as you. You swallowed hard at the sensation of being so close to Javier, this mystery man with a troubled past that was the star of your illicit fantasies.

At first you thought it was the drinks that made you see things, but once, twice, thrice you’ve seen his eyes roam all over your body, every once in a while pausing to admire a certain part of you that wasn’t stereotypical to the male gaze: your collarbones, shoulders, the way your waist fit in his hands—

“Penny for your thoughts?”

His voice is like honey dripping straight on your skin when he asks that next to your earlobe.

“You really do know how to dance,” you observe.

“It’s a curse.”

“Cause the ladies can’t stop jumping on you?”

“You one of them?”

In spite of his smirk, you chuckle mockingly, as loud as you can go. “Don’t flatter yourself, Texas.”

“How did things go with the Dean guy?”

You frown at him. “Do you really want to know?”

“Just making conversation.”

“Ask me something else then.”

“Okay. What’s new at the library?”

“Literally nothing. All of our stock is fairly old. Except the two librarians working there. They’re fine.”

I know for a fact one of them is, Javier thinks fleetingly.

“Why the sudden interest in how am I doing?” you can’t help but inquire.

Javier shrugs, spinning you around once more. “You said we’re friends.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Sometimes I feel like I barely know you. Just trying to get some intel.”

“Old habits die hard, huh?”

Javier makes a funny face, and you hold back laughter. It’s the first time you see this side of him, loose and almost worry-free, and there’s something inherently captivating about it. When he spins you again, he doesn’t let you face him—instead, your back is against him, and you feel every ridge and bump possible.

Including, but not limited to, the outline of a growing erection.

You try your hardest not go gasp, though the heat that shoots through you is nothing if not making your mouth dry. You want to get lost in this moment more than you’ve wanted anything in a long time, but the rational side of your brain reminds you that your brother and sister-in-law are probably watching the spectacle, and you’re not fond of that audience one bit.

Otherwise…

“So you want intel?” you tease him once you can look at his disheveled yet impossibly handsome face again. “Okay Texas. Let’s see. I’m almost finished writing a book, actually. A real book, my own story.”

Javier’s eyes widen in the slightest. “Really? That’s incredible.”

“Thanks. You’re the first person I told this to.”

“Me? You didn’t tell Steve or Connie about it?”

You shake your head. “Connie, I might. Sylvie, I might. But Steve… you heard what he thinks about fanfiction. Why should he get to see my actual book?”

“He can be very supportive, you know.”

“I know. But I don’t feel like sharing this with him, not right now at least.”

“Did he ever read anything else of yours?”

“No. After his comments, I didn’t want to share my craft with someone who mocked where most writers begin. Especially since that someone happens to be my flesh and blood.”

“I understand. It’s a shame though. I bet you’re really good.”

“Still talking about writing?”

Javier cocks an eyebrow, the faint outline of a smirk gracing his lips. “Are you?”

“Touché.”

“If I didn’t know any better, Peña, I’d say you’re trying to butter me up to get into my pants.”

He scoffs. “Not a chance.”

“Good. We wouldn’t want chaos in our lives, now would we?”

“No, we definitely wouldn’t want anything so… troublesome.”

Back at the bar, Connie’s fed up with Steve’s relentless questions about you and Javier. She doesn’t have any answers, but she sure plans on getting some; that’s the mission in her mind as she strolls through the crowd of sweaty, grinding bodies to get to the two of you.

“What on earth is going on with you guys?” she shouts at the two of you.

To which you and Javier exchange a confused glare. “What do you mean?” you ask.

Ever so foolishly, might you add.

“It is very much obvious that you two like each other.”

“She’s not even my—“

“Oh, shut up, Javi.”

You make a shocked face. It’s not often you get to see someone as sweet and calm as Connie be so bold.

“Damn,” you mutter.

“You shut up too. You’re both adults! Grown ass adults acting like kids hiding from their parents. And for what, may I ask? I doubt either one of you is scared of Steve.”

“I just want to be respectful. I made a promise to him, and… we’re friends. That’s all.”

“Spare me. That is such bullshit. Friends don’t look at each other like that. They don’t dance with each other like that. How much longer are you gonna keep up this lame charade? All the lying…”

“We’re not lying to anyone, much less to Steve,” you remind her.

“To yourselves! Good God, you guys gotta figure this out before it’s too late.”

“But we’re not—“

“There is no ‘but’, Javi. Figure it out or cut it out before someone gets hurt.”

Whatever good mood you were in before, now it’s long gone. Guilt returns and simmers in the depths of your stomach, even as you do a twisted version of the walk of shame back to the bar. You refuse another drink, your head still buzzing from the three you’ve already had—and the moment you just shared with Javier. You can’t even bear to look at Steve brooding and judging you from afar. Not that you care; you really don’t give a shit what he has to say about your friendship with Javier, but Connie does have a point.

You have to figure out what this is between you and Javier.

Obviously you find him attractive. Very much obvious by now. But you meant what you told him: you do consider him a friend. Though you must admit, strictly to yourself, that you’ve never masturbated to the thought of a friend before, regardless of how attractive said friend was. Which mean that at least physically, you enjoy having Javier around you. Which also means… you’re physically attracted to him. Okay, that’s not bad. It happens. And based on what you’ve heard about him and women, he wouldn’t be opposed to getting this attraction out of the way so you can continue to be friends. Maybe under the right circumstances you can—

What the fuck are you doing? Thinking about propositioning Javier with a one night stand? Well that’s a new fucking low. You shake your head several times, prompting a few concerned glares from Javier in the backseat of the cab, and look straight ahead. Connie and Steve left separately on account of letting you two talk things through, but the silence residing in between is earsplitting. It’s like you’re both trying to figure out what to say to each other whilst also reminiscing of the evening you left behind.

Javier’s mind is racing as fast as his heart. He can’t get over how beautiful you look tonight, how he held you in his arms, barely touching you, and yet his body burned and ached all at once as if—

As if he belonged to you.

No. It’s just the booze and the hormones. He can’t do relationships, that much he knows with certainty, and he won’t ruin his friendship with you or with Steve by initiating something he will regret later. Eventually, something always goes wrong and somebody does get hurt. He doesn’t want that for you.

He takes a big, deep breath, a sudden scent invading his nostrils. It’s not bar-like, nothing pungent of the sort; no, this one’s pleasant and calming. He turns towards you, discreetly inhaling again, and then he holds his breath.

It’s you. Your smell. Something comforting and reassuring, yet all the while alluring, calling out to him.

When the cab driver announces your arrival, Javier practically sprints out of the car. Despite your protests, he still walks you to the door of your apartment. While you search for your keys in your purse, he lingers with his gaze one second longer than he would’ve personally liked, but he can’t fully help it. It must be around two in the morning now, and yet you still look so mesmerizing.

“That scent,” he almost groans.

You look up from your purse. “What scent?”

“It’s—you. Your scent, it’s—I swear to fucking God it’s everywhere.”

Taken aback, all you can do is stare at him and gulp. Your mouth still runs dry, as if no amount of water will ever feel the quench that resides deep in your bones.

“It’s lavender soap,” you clarify in an unusually small voice.

“Fuckin’—lavender.”

Before you can chime in with any other word or even think about what is happening, you find yourself closing your eyes and leaning dangerously closer to Javier’s face. He does the same, his heart thrumming at insane rates in his chest and in his ears by now. You exhale, and Javier abruptly pulls away, eyes wide open and his mind in control once again.

“Go inside,” he orders.

His voice is stern and yet caring, but it still surprises you. “If that’s code for something—“you try to joke, but your smile fades when you see Javier’s face.

“Don’t,” he warns. “Go inside, get some sleep.”

“Why are you so adamant about it?”

You do hear him groan this time, a sound to reenact some pain he’s in, and you shudder.

“Because if you don’t, I might just do something very regrettable within the next few seconds and I’ll break my promise to my best friend,” he nearly whispers, his warm breath tickling your face and your sense. “And just like that, I’ll be the Javier Peña everyone knew in Colombia. And I don’t want to be that Javier Peña anymore. So please, don’t—don’t do this to me. Not now, not ever.”

Stunned, you only stare at him for what feels like an eternity. You take that time to soak up every detail of his face, the way it’s scrunched in pain, the desperation in his eyes, the neediness and urgency in his voice—and it breaks you.

“What if I want to do something regrettable?” you ask instead.

“Just—just go… inside. Please. I’m askin’ as a friend.”

You don’t think you’ve heard Javier ask or beg anyone, not this way, so tenderly desperate, and it’s disarming you of any speck of self-control you thought you had left.

Mark my words, this Javier is gonna be on his knees before you, asking you to teach him how to be good.

“You can come inside too if you want,” you whisper.

You regret the words the second they leave your mouth, especially after seeing Javier’s nearly shocked expression. He cocks his head to the side, eager to dismiss your words and complain, but you’re one step ahead of him.

“We’re both a little buzzed and… a little tense too, so let’s have a cup of coffee and call it a night. We don’t even have to talk,” you tell him.

There’s no verbal confirmation; just Javier following you inside your apartment, hyper vigilant and aware of his surroundings. He’s afraid that any move he might make now or any word he might say will conspire against his sanity, and he’s already having trouble keeping focus. So he admires your book shelves while you make the coffee, slowly pacing around the living room. Something out of place catches his eyes, something that looks handmade and colored purple by hand. He takes it out, examining it.

“Believe it or not, that is my Star Wars story,” you smile fondly.

“This is it?”

Suddenly Javier feels like he’s holding a very important artifact in his hands, and he takes a mental note to treat it as carefully as possible. He flips through the pages with utmost interest, soaking up the words as the smell of coffee and lavender fill the tense air.

“Here we go,” you announce, handing him a cup. “Decaf. I thought you wouldn’t want to be up till six in the morning.”

“Thanks.”

Javier still reads through, as much as he can, picturing a younger you scribbling down this story so excitedly, coloring it to make it seem like it’s a book in and of itself, and the sight makes his heart grow even fonder.

So maybe he’s not just lonely and horny. Maybe he cares about you a little more than initially anticipated. But that’s not bad.

Is it?

“Thank you,” you say after a while. “For walking me home. I mean, you do live right above, but… still.”

“It’s what friends do, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

You can tell he’s avoiding looking at you, a sentiment you are certainly familiar with. After all, the very fingers that hold your improvised book between them were in your head less than a week ago as you pictured them buried knuckle deep in your most sensitive place.

“I really respect you a lot, Javier. You’re being very honorable towards my brother with this stupid request of his. And towards me too.”

Javier swallows hard, feeling anything but honorable.

“Yeah, well. He’s my best friend. And you’re—“

“Not your type. I know.”

Feeling less and less honorable at this very moment.

“You—you can’t be,” Javier seems to warn you. “I’m not someone to love. I’m someone who can offer some temporary pleasure and call it a day. And you deserve more than that.”

“I’m no stranger to temporary pleasure.”

So much for the right timing in terms of propositioning something so outrageous.

“You should get some sleep,” Javier coos, removing a lock of stranded hair from your face.

You shudder. You don’t have it in you to protest anymore, not after that dance you shared with him and the tense moment by your door. You just can’t. Maybe you do need some sleep, after all.

“See you Monday morning?” he asks.

That gives you hope. You smile and nod as Javier leaves the coffee mug on the table and promises you that he can let himself out. He’s thankful you didn’t see him sneak your story behind his back while he left, and he’s thankful you can’t read his mind to see the plan he hatched.

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Jet-Skiing through identity: A deep dive into Mobius M. Mobius (part 4)🛥️

"And I'm yours but you're not mine" (Say Don't Go)

That's Mobius in season 1, because from all we know, he was the one to fall first. A fall that, just like domino pieces, results in a beautiful union of...well, everything.

But now, in season 2, his love is finally reciprocated. He showed Loki something they hadn't seen in themselves. And not only he loved them, but proved to Loki why they're deserving of that love as well. And now that he is finally appreciated and seen by the last person he was expecting, he also gets the insight he never knew he was looking for. This is like always running from something right into the chasm, until someone takes your hand and makes you stop. Even if it means facing your fears.

Open first episode of season 2, when the entire Loki legion was on the verge of a heart attack waiting to see what will happen. (That's actually me, I think I'm not alone). Those were crazy times indeed. Now, to our Mobius: a relative present version of him, not the one that didn't recognize Loki. That was scary. His first line is:

<<Hey, everything you've been doing is wrong, and all your gods are dead. How are people gonna take that?>>

I interpret this as his own thoughts and feelings projected on the collective. It's true for them, but it's relatable to Mobius.

And after all, why would everyone at the TVA believe all this time? The same reason as why we do it: we want to: that's where it all starts. And for someone like Mobius, who didn't believe in himself, it was much more logical to believe in the time gods. Putting the blame on fate takes the burden off your shoulders. But no burden, no glory. Few of them had guts to admit. But even indirectly, Mobius did (and has been for a while).

Backing the argument that he cares about Loki, and that he fell first, his reaction to hearing his name from Casey is immaculate.

He immediately tries to figure out a way to locate him. He might take a more "slow, deliberate approach", but not when he knows people he cares about are in danger. Not when he can still help.

Then, to X-5's attempt to make him feel bad about his spot on the original timeline, he responds with a neutral approach, not letting such things get to him. He even goes to explaining why jet-skis are so cool. This is something that shows how passionate Mobius can be about the things he likes. I don't think he would do this if he wouldn't be provoked in some sort of way, because the total absence of interest from others can kill a spark pretty quick. But he doesn't let it go just because no one around him sees jet-skis as important as he does. I love him for it.

His pure care for Loki and the way he comforts them the best he can is also very important in this episode. Mobius does his best to calm Loki down, trying to see the situation from an outside point of view so it can be solved efficiently. He's there, he doesn't let Loki down, and we know he would never; "Okay, you wanted time to think, so let's think." - as in let's think together, you're not alone.

Also, when Loki rushes to find Sylvie so they can fix what is happening, Mobius slows him down. He knows Loki wouldn't take the time to take care of themselves, so he does it for him, knowing exactly how much to insist, and that the timeslipping can't be let out if control for a long while.

Another trait resulting from the episode is sort of a disapproval avoidance, from the convo with O.B. Mobius obviously had his memory wiped and doesn't remember him, but doesn't admit it: it could hurt this nice guy and make him look like a fool (it wouldn't, really. he didn't have to worry abt it).

Then, at the end of the episode, this care (LOVE!!!) he carries for Loki is once again is highlighted:

Because, even at the risk of losing his skin (and, jokes aside, losing his life), Mobius still waits over the limit for Loki to make it back. What was I saying about believing? Even if the gods of the TVA are dead, the God of Mischief isn't. And Mobius always believed in him.

#me: “this analysis won't have a lot of parts it will be short” also me still writing #where are my people I need to know if you're enjoying this #marvel #mobius #loki #lokius #ouroboros #sylvie laufeydottir #variants #miss minutes #kang the conqueror #loki series #comics #taylor swift lyrics

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https-kiipxyz · 6 months

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SPOILERS FOR LOKI S2EP4

Dude, watching the scene with loki and sylvie in the pie room, and just when sylvie was yelling at mobius, it really kind of made me realize that in season 1 loki liked sylvie because he was still....i dont know how to properly explain this, not super changed as a person? Of course he was changed but there was still that part of him that loved himself, and sylvie is like him in the movies, lots of revenge and stuff like that. BUT in season 2 hes *really* changed, he's had sylvie betray his trust and hurt him, and we can see that in episode 1 and kind of 2, we can see he still has that small spark for her, but at the end of episode 2 he doesnt go after sylvie. He goes back to mobius, i also loved that when sylvie yelled at mobius, loki went after her JUST to defend mobius, and he did it in a way he knew she would understand, because she reminds him of himself, from before the TVA since before mobius. And i also love that lately he's been going back to mobius, not sylvie. moBIUS ITS BECAUSE LOKI HAS REALIZED THAT ITS MOBIUS, ITS ALWAYS BEEN MOBIUS, HE HAS SUCH TRUST FOR MOBIUS I THINK THAT IN THE IMPOSSIBLE SCENARIO MOBIUS BETRAYED LOKI, HE'D BE SO......I DONT EVEN KNKW HOW TO SAY IT, BROKEN? AND ALSO THEY SHOULDVE DUG IN MORE ABOUT WHEN LOKI WENT TO THE PAST AND MOBIUS DIDNT RECOGNIZE HIM? HEARTBREAK. TRUE HEARTBREAK. I JUST- I CANT. I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT LOKI FOR HOURS.

LOOK. AT. THEM.

#i cant do this anymore i cant #lokius #loki x mobius #i need that in my life #i need therapy #im going insane #they're vital to me #i love them #im being clowned

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single-snail · 6 months

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chaos and order

so the theme of this episode was chaos and order, and for some characters, these two are in direct opposition. ravonna says so explicitly, “all that matters is order vs chaos.” she says she is order and immediately sylvie comes in, implying she is chaos. so through them we can see what it is to be purely one or the other and what it looks like when order and chaos are set solely against each other.

the narrative tells us that ravonna is wrong bc she just wants to restore the status quo, despite now knowing that the system was actively harming people and destroying lives, because she values order and stability over all. meanwhile, sylvie is wrong because of her complete disregard for the necessity of order. she refuses to take responsibility for her actions; she freed the timeline and that’s it, no need to do anything else, no need to worry about any consequences that might’ve had. unregulated chaos is acceptable bc she sees the corrupt order that was the tva as the only alternative. so they’re both wrong; you can’t have pure order or pure chaos, there’s gotta be a balance.

loki and mobius, of course, represent this balance. but it’s not even that like loki is chaos and mobius is order, so them working together creates a balance. instead, they each demonstrate a respect for both; individually they are both chaos and order. ofc they lean a certain way, mobius being more order and loki being more chaos, but through their relationship, they embrace both. i think we’ve really seen that this season, mobius’ more mischievous and chaotic side and loki’s willingness to work within a certain order when appropriate. they do still balance each other out, but as individuals they are both order and chaos.

in this sense, ravonna and sylvie are clear character foils to mobius and loki respectfully. they are what they could have and probably would have become if they had never met each other. sylvie and ravonna push people away, refuse to trust loki and mobius, but loki and mobius chose to trust each other, became friends and changed each other. mobius convinced loki that he doesn’t have to be what everyone expects (“you can be whoever, whatever, you wanna be”), and he comes to care about the people of the tva because of his relationship with mobius, which is why he can’t ignore the chaos of the new branches and allow them to destroy the tva or let kang’s variants conquer the universe. mobius was also changed by their relationship bc he used to be all about order and no chaos before loki convinced him of the tva’s corruption (“thanks for the spark”). without each other they could have been pure order or pure chaos and ended up like how sylvie and ravonna are rn, a little obsessive and very lonely.

i think this balance is the key to saving the tva and possibly defeating kang while still allowing the timeline to branch and people to live their lives. loki and mobius’ relationship is the key to it all so uhhhh in conclusion lokius is canon.

#lokius #mcu loki #loki #mobius #loki spoilers #loki 2x03

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peterbarnes · 6 months

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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 2

Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.

Word Count: 4k

Catch up on season 1 of the series!

A/N: She's a long one - thanks for your patience. In this chapter, we dig deeper into the reader and Sylvie's unique relationship dynamic. Lowkey proud of the character/relationship development.

The chaos of the world faded away as he held you.

The TVA no longer shook, Mobius wasn’t running around like a madman with O.B., the universe wasn’t collapsing. How could it, when you were holding your universe so tightly you thought you would break his ribs?

You had feared his anger, his resentment - mostly because you knew you deserved it. But Loki didn’t hesitate to gather you in his embrace, arms twisting tightly around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you, too,” you whispered back.

“I’m so sorry,” you both blurted simultaneously.

Loki pulled back from you, chuckling with that mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said, caressing your cheek. “You were only doing what you thought was right.”

“So were you.”

“And, about Lamentis -” he started.

You knew what he really wanted to say: ‘About Sylvie.’

“Let’s not talk about that now,” you interrupted.

The image of He Who Remains flashed through your head. The memory of him telling you about the nature of Loki and Sylvie’s relationship. All mere hours after Loki told you he loved you for the first time. You subconsciously rubbed your chest at the heartache.

“We have time,” you continued. “Right, now I’m just happy to be back here.”

Loki’s smile faded to a grimace. You watched as anxiety invaded every inch of his body. He started to bite his nails, but you slapped them away from his face before he could do any damage.

He shot you a look that read: really?

“Bad habit,” you told him.

As a distraction, you slipped your hands into his. He interlaced your fingers before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“We might not have as much time as you think, my dear.”

Suddenly, the ground between you and Loki split open. The two of you shot back in opposite directions. The TVA shook violently underneath your feet. Your home was being destroyed in front of your eyes - monitors falling to the floor, screens cracking, windows shattering.

The TemPad in your pocket shot out bright sparks. You shrieked, racing to grab it from your pocket and throw it aside. As soon as it fell to the TVA floor, it exploded, with pieces of metal flying everywhere. A piece of shrapnel was inches away from your face when it suddenly froze, surrounded by a bright green mist. Your eyes turned toward Loki whose hand was outstretched.

“Nice catch,” you said.

The shrapnel fell to the ground, and Loki rushed over to you. He soothed his hand up and down your forearm, and a chill ran down your spine.

Slowly, the ruckus in the TVA simmered until it eventually stood still.

“I need to show you something,” Loki said softly.

This can’t be good.

- – -

You stared out the glass of the observation room. Dox’s bombs had turned the timeline into a horrifying sight. Pieces of pure time floated away into the ether, the lives of those in it forever lost.

What if one of them was where you were originally from? Before the TVA kidnapped you and wiped your memories. You might’ve lost everything, and you wouldn’t have even known.

“So you need He Who Remains’s aura?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the timeline.

“Yes!” Said the chipper voice of O.B., who stood behind you at one of the computers.

“How are we supposed to find him? He didn’t exactly exist in the normal constraints of time. Is there even a past variant of him to find?” You ran circles in your head through all of the variables, all of the possibilities. Nothing made sense, not anymore.

“Renslayer’s working with him - I heard them,” explained Loki. “Casey’s working to track her TemPad, so wherever - or whenever - we find her, we find him.”

“This is such a mind fuck,” you scoffed in frustration.

“Tell me about it,” Mobius laughed.

You jumped as the doors of the observation room opened, slamming against the wall. Casey ran in frantically, TVA guidebook in one hand, TemPad in the other.

“I found her.”

- – -

“I don’t mind a nice skirt, but this corset is eating me alive,” you wheezed, pulling at the fabric across your stomach.

“I, for one, think you look rather stunning,” Loki flirted, shooting you a wink.

“Charmer,” you teased.

“I can’t take you two anywhere,” Mobius groaned.

The three of you stood in Gilded Age clothing on the streets of Chicago. While the 1800s were hardly your favorite era from the timeline, it was beautiful up close.

Mobius walked ahead, but your and Loki’s steps fell in sync. You linked your arm with his, briefly leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but -”

“Loki -”

“I need you to know how much you matter to me. You. No one else. Never anyone else,” he hollered loudly. Passerby stared at the two of you, whispering to one another.

“Apologies,” Loki said to them, tipping his tophat.

“I know you care about me Loki, but if you feel the same way for her…” you trailed off, unsure of what you would do. You didn’t even want to think about the possibility of his head turning.

“I don’t,” he exasperated, as if the words pained him to hear. “I thought I was going to die on Lamentis. I’d faced death before, but there was always a way around it. There wasn’t then - I was staring into the face of an inevitable apocalypse. Neither of us were thinking straight and all I did was hold her hand. It was for comfort and reassurance. Not lust, not love, not even affection. All of my affections are reserved for you.”

He put his hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no hesitancy or distraction. The eye contact made you squirm internally, consumed by the bright blue swirls.

“I believe you,” you whispered, softly smiling at him.

Loki’s eyebrows shot up, almost like he was startled.

“Really?” He asked in disbelief.

“Why is that so surprising?” You chuckled, pushing a stray strand of raven hair behind his ear.

“People rarely trust my word,” he said, slowly grabbing your hand from his hair. “God of Mischief and all.”

“I trust you, Mischief,” you said.

I’ve never said that to anyone before.

His eyes glazed over as he smiled at you. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“I trust you, too.”

“Hurry the hell up!” You heard Mobius yell from down the block.

You and Loki burst out into laughter. He rarely laughed - it was a beautiful melody to hear.

“Come on then, lover,” you said, pulling on his hand. “We have a fugitive to catch.”

- – -

The three of you had split up, searching the festival for any sign of Renslayer or He Who Remains. Loki and Mobius had wandered off to this magic show by a man named Victor Timely. You, however, decided to walk around the grounds, searching the ins and outs of the crowd.

You smiled at the sighs. Children running freely, laughing with their friends. Families spending quality time together, sharing drinks and popcorn. Couples who got lost in their own little world. You wondered if Loki looked at you the way those men looked at their partners.

Everyone looked so happy. At peace and unaware of the coming war. These were the people you had sworn to protect. It was one thing to watch over them from the prison that is the Citadel, but to see them face-to-face was glorious.

A little girl with blonde hair parted into pigtails ran up to you and crashed into your legs, squeezing them tight.

“Oh!” You startled, looking down at her. “Hello there.”

You bent down to the girl’s height and waved. She waved back with her chubby little fingers.

“Are you alright?”

“She wants to see you,” the little girl said.

“Sorry?”

“She wants to see you,” the little girl repeated. She was so young, her teeth hadn’t even fully grown in. She smiled at you with her gums. “Go to the ferris wheel.”

“Who wants to see me?”

She opened her mouth, as if she was about to answer, but shut it quickly. She giggled before running off into the crowd.

It was like the air had turned cold. Every bone in your body told you not to follow.

Run.

But, before your mind could come to a decision, your legs started to move. You ran after the girl, ducking and dodging between people. The girl ran up the steps of the ferris wheel, disrupting the line of people who were waiting to ride. You ran into a few of them, and could hear their angry calls from behind you.

Once you reached the ferris wheel platform, you went to grab the little girl’s arm to stop her, but your fingers went right through her. You pulled your hand back, before reaching for her again. It wasn’t real - she wasn’t real. Then, she disappeared right between your fingers.

“I know illusions are more Loki’s thing, but I knew you sure as hell wouldn’t have followed me.”

You whipped around to see Sylvie leaning against the rail of the stairs. She looked different than the last time you’d seen her - which, coincidentally, was also when you tried to kill each other. She had grown her hair out into a mullet and ditched her traditional Loki armour for slacks and a long green jacket.

“Well, you’re right about that,” you retorted.

The air was tense between you, but you could tell she wasn’t here to fight. Her eyes held a level of despair and loneliness you knew all too well. She wasn’t even holding a knife, which was a rare occasion.

“I mean you no harm,” she whispered.

“I know,” you started. “Look, I’m sorry. About everything. That wasn’t how I wanted it all to happen.”

Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at you. You could’ve sworn you saw tears build up in her eyes, but she never let them fall.

Stubborn girl.

“You don’t have to say it back,” you added. “I know you’re-”

“I’m sorry, too,” she blurted.

“Is that the first time you’ve apologized to someone?” You asked, chuckling.

Sylvie shrugged, unable to hide the smile on her face.

“I mean, I’m not sorry about trying to kill He Who Remains. After everything he did…to everyone, to me. What did you expect me to do - believe him, trust him?” she sighed, trying to contain her frustration. “But I shouldn’t have hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, you must know that.”

“I do,” you whispered, nodded profusely. “I shouldn’t have hurt you either.”

You walked toward the blonde, drawing her into a hug before she could protest. She didn’t hug you back, but she did drop her head onto your shoulder.

I’ll take it.

“I really am sorry about what happened,” Sylvie said, pulling back from the embrace, eyes pleading with you. “And I hope you don’t hate me for what I’m about to do.

“What -”

Suddenly, footsteps boomed up the stairs and screams pierced your ears. A man emerged from the line, tripping over the stairs, and falling onto the platform. He stood up clumsily before rushing over to you and hiding behind your shoulder.

“What are you doing?!” You scolded, shoving the man off you.

“Victor!”

The familiar voice echoed throughout the platform as Loki entered your view. He pushed past people, running over to you and the man, prying him off of you. Loki held the man up by his collar, towering over him.

“Don’t touch her,” Loki threatened. “You’re clearly very good at getting away-”

You caught a glint of emerald in your periphery. Sylvie had drawn a blade from thin air, pointing it at the throat of the clumsy man.

“Sylvie!” You and Loki both shouted.

Loki moved in front of the man, shielding him from his variant. He held his hands up, trying to reason with her.

“Sylvie, no,” he spoke.

“You stay out of this,” she snapped.

Using her magic, she lifted the man and Loki off their feet. She threw them backwards into one of the ferris wheel cars. She marched over to them, with you right on her heels. The car door slammed behind you.

You ran over to Loki, who was lying on the floor, clutching his side. You slipped your arm around his torso, sitting him up.

“Are you okay?” You asked, moving the hair out of his eyes.

He nodded, gripping your waist as he stood.

“Just wait,” he said to Sylvie. “Just wait one second!”

The blonde woman inched toward her prey.

“You’ve done enough,” she spat. “Now, get out of my face and let me finish my job.”

She swung her blade ferosiously toward Loki. Instinctively, you pushed him out of the way. The blade met your shoulder, cutting through your dress and across your skin. You cried out in pain, gripping your shoulder. Blood dribbled down the fabric of your arm, painting it a gruesome red.

Sylvie’s eyes widened, and she stepped back, dropping the blade to her side.

“No, no,” she whispered to herself. “I’m sorry.”

Loki looked at your arm in horror, and in a blind furry, summoned all his magic. With a flash of bright green, Sylvie had flown back into the window. The glass crunched at the impact, slowly cracking as she fell to the floor.

Sylvie growled as she pushed herself to her feet.

“When you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life,” she yelled at Loki. “You asked me what I would do if one of his variants turned up. And I told you then, I’d kill him.”

Confusion prickled your mind, and you knew you had missed a step. You turned to look at the strange man Sylvie had been trying to kill.

“Oh my god.”

You had been so distracted by the chaos, you’d never looked at him - really looked at him. Behind the glasses and the large hair, it was clear as day. He Who Remains stood before you.

“It’s not him,” Loki said. “[Y/N], my dear, meet Victor Timely.”

The strange man awkwardly adjusted his tailcoat before bowing his head at you.

“Pleasure,” he greeted.

“Uh huh,” you said, frozen in shock.

“Look, Sylvie,” Loki said. “We need him. Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed.”

“Good. Let it burn. Do you care about anything but the TVA?”

“Of course I do!” He shot back, eyes flickering toward you.

“The TVA,” Victor stuttered, grabbing something from inside his coat.

He pulled out a small orange booklet and started flipping through the pages. The TVA guidebook.

“How did you get that?” You asked him.

He didn’t get a chance to answer before Sylvie lunged at him again.

“I know you just want to be left alone to live a life on your branch,” Loki stopped her. “I understand that. But if the loom fails, and the TVA is destroyed, there won’t be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for anyone.”

Sylvie clenched her jaw.

“It’s true,” you chimed in.

Sylvie looked at you and you saw some of the fight disappear from her body.

“We can’t fix this without him,” you continued.

“Stopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very different things,” Sylvie told you. “And working with one of his variants is not going to get you either.”

It was like she was pleading with you, begging you to be on her side. But this wasn’t about sides - it’s life or death.

“Your machete hasn’t solved any problems thus far,” Loki sassed, and you slapped him on the arm.

“Cut it out,” you whispered.

He raised his hands in surrender.

“Do you really think I want to be here?” Sylvie asked you genuinely. “Do you think I’m going to get any joy out of killing this man?”

“Of course not,” you shot back. “You’re doing this because you think you have to, but I’m trying to tell you that you don’t.”

Sylvie summoned the TVA guidebook out of Victor’s hands, holding it out to you.

“Where do you think he got this book?!” She cried out. “If you - the ultimate timekeeper - and the TVA hadn’t messed with him, he’d have remained harmless. But instead, you weaponized him!”

“I didn’t do this,” you asserted. “What are you talking about?”

“Renslayer set him on a path that he wasn’t meant for. And now you are waltzing him right back into the TVA. What, are you trying to get him to replace you? You finally realized you couldn’t hack it?”

“Watch it,” you spat, trying to act like she hadn’t hit a nerve.

“He’s the thief of all free will,” she whispered, her tone cold like ice. “The most dangerous man who ever lived.”

“I’ve never met him in my life!” You screamed at her. “He’s not He Who Remains. Just like you aren’t Loki.”

“You haven’t got a clue.”

Sylvie ran around you, swinging her blade at Loki and Victor. Loki used his magic to move you into the corner of the car, out of harms way.

They were so quick in their movements you could barely see them fight. All you saw was swirls of green magic and wind rushing beneath Sylvie’s blade.

At one point the two shot blasts at each other simultaneously. The intertwined magic exploded like a grenade. The windows shattered and glass rained down on you. You tried to shield your face, but weren’t quick enough to avoid the first few shards. They scraped at your face before falling to the floor.

You heard Loki yell as the force flung him and Victor from the car and down the platform stairs. You quickly ran to the ferris wheel platform, eyes widening in horror at Loki lying still in the dirt.

“Loki!”

You ran toward him, dropping your knees into the dirt beside him. You were so focused on him, you didn’t notice Renslayer creep out of the crowd and run toward Victor.

Bystanders started to surround the four of you, helping Victor and Loki to their feet. Murmurs of questions and concerns rung through the festival.

“Are you alright?” You asked Loki, holding his cheek.

“Where is he?” Loki asked.

“Timely?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not sure, I-”

A bright light flashed before you, Loki rushed in front of you, pushing you behind him.

“No fucking way.”

A retro-decorated Miss Minutes stood 20 feet tall before you. She laughed manically as the crowd of people screamed and ran from her in horror. She stomped after them, ripping down flags and lights and throwing them to the ground.

“You better run!” She shoutered in that southern accent.

“She has a lot of audacity,” you said to Loki, rolling your eyes.

“Tell me about it.”

Loki was shoved from the back, and you were about to whip around and yell at whoever did it, before Sylvie marched past him, body-checking his shoulder.

“This is your fault,” she said to him before walking away.

“Honestly!” He groaned in frustration. It was like watching two siblings fight.

“Don’t take it personally,” you tried. “She’s like a moody teenager.”

“Loki! [Y/N]!”

Mobius rode around the corner in a idiotically small tricycle. He patted the seat behind him, as if to say hop on.

“Fuck no.”

“Absolutely not.”

- – -

After running around Chicago for an hour to no avail, you had tracked He Who Remains and Renslayer to a small, wooden lab in Michigan. You walked through the orange glow of the TimeDoor to find Renslayer strapped with a pruning gun, as Victor cowered before her.

While Loki and Mobius shouted at her to stop, you had waited far too long to confront Renslayer to merely use words.

You charged at her, tackling her to the ground. The gun went off in the struggle, pruning random items around the room - a chair, an invention, a mannequin.

“Get. Off!” Renslayer grunted below you.

You drew your fist back and punched her right in the face. Renslayer shrieked and clutched her nose, which now had blood flowing from it and onto her cheek.

“You sent me to the void!”

You punched her again.

“You betrayed us!”

And again.

“I actually thought you were my friend!”

Again.

“You tried to kill the man I love!”

Before you could punch Renslayer again, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off her. You fought against the hold, twisting around to find it was Mobius. Loki simply stood by the door, beaming at you proudly.

“That’s my girl.”

Ravonna lay on the ground, unarmed, slipping in and out of consciousness. She tried to push herself up on her forearms, but failed, falling back to the floor.

“You’ve lost your way, Renslayer,” you spat at her. “And you lost everything because of it.”

“You don’t know what it takes to lead,” Renslayer groaned between spits of blood. “You failed.”

You lunged at her again, but Mobius held you back.

“Think happy thoughts,” he tried to soothe. “Puppies, unicorns…jet skis.”

“I don’t know, Mobius, I think you should let her have another go.”

Sylvie appeared from behind you, drawing her sword from her side. She walked over to Timely who recoiled to a corner of the lab. Her blade scraped across the wood as she dragged it over to his quivering form. Loki went to stop her, but you threw your arm out, blocking him.

“Wait,” you told him.

Something felt different this time.

Sylvie held her blade up at the man’s throat - just close enough to feel like a threat, but not strong enough to pierce skin.

“Please,” Victor begged softly, looking up a Sylvie. “I haven’t done anything.”

“Oh, you will. You’ll do terrible things.”

“That isn’t me. You don’t know the heart I have beating in my chest,” a tear slipped down his face. “I can make my own choices.”

You watched as the words diffused into Sylvie’s mind.

I haven’t done anything.

That isn’t me.

I can make my own choices.

Victor Timely wasn’t He Who Remains. He was simply Victor Timely. And if Sylvie slaughtered him for something he could do, or someone he could become, wouldn’t that make her the same as those she despises? Wouldn’t that directly contradict the free will she preaches?

“Come on, Sylvie,” you whispered to yourself.

Sylvie’s bottom lip quivered and her grip on the sword wavered. She breathed heavily, as if she was at war with herself. Slowly, she turned and looked at you, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“Get him out of here.”

You nodded, retracting your arm and letting Loki rush forward. As him and Mobius gathered Victor, you walked toward the somber woman. You wiped the tear staining her cheek.

“The right things are always the hardest to do,” you spoke. “But we must do them anyway.”

She leaned into your touch and closed her eyes, nodding slightly.

Mobius opened a TimeDoor and instructed Victor to walk through. Loki followed him, glancing back at Sylvie.

“Don’t make me regret this,” she told him.

“I won’t,” he said before disappearing through the door, Mobius tailing after him.

“What are you going to do with Renslayer?” You asked Sylvie, nudging your head to the woman sprawled across the floor.

“I’m going to take her somewhere she can’t hurt anyone.”

A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, and you wondered if you’ve ever shared a moment that wasn’t at least slightly uncomfortable.

“Be safe, Sylvie,” you told her, touching her shoulder.

You walked away. And you didn’t look back.

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Obviously, I am very tense about the Loki finale tonight, so this post may not age well, but I just have to say this.

The kiss in the season 1 finale was super weird. Not just because it was some strange version of selfcest, but because there was no real chemistry there. It genuinely felt like Sylvie's last-ditch effort to distract/confuse Loki enough to achieve her goal of killing He Who Remains. And that is exactly what that was. She kissed him, he looked completely defeated during said kiss, and then she kicked him through a time door, killed Kang, and then went about her life.

She did not look at all pleased to see Loki again, and there has been no spark of anything between them the entire season. Even when they join hands to use their magic, it looks like siblings. THEY READ LIKE SIBLINGS. There really hasn't been any effort put into developing their chemistry or connection romantically. Even in their most recent interaction at the bar, Sylvie is playing the detached therapist, trying to guide Loki into admitting what he already knows, the true "why" behind his mission, and it isn't her. She even explicitly defines that she has her own story and path and advises him to write his own. Separately.

Now all of this is a long way of saying that, if they move forward and push Sylkie on us at the eleventh hour, I won't be angry because it's not my ship, I will be angry because they did absolutely nothing to grow it, to nurture it, to have it make any real narrative sense.

Yes, this is Tumblr, and we all love a good gay ship (because we are sad and gay and starved for representation), but Loki and Mobius actually make narrative sense. Not only do they each represent the other's turning point and catalyst for growth and change, but they are also two characters that have developed into something together. Their evolution is incredible, and we have been given scenes all season that parallel their growth, in the way Mobius doesn't hesitate to trust Loki, how he embraces Loki's mischief, how Loki comes back to Mobius again and again, defends him, comforts him. They have actively built the framework for Lokius, even heavily implying that Mobius is the "who" that guides Loki's time slipping.

However they choose to manifest Loki and Mobius' relationship, if they leave it ambiguous, if it's queer-platonic, if it's whatever, they at the very least need to make it abundantly clear that THIS is the fundamental relationship. Their bond is the heart of the show.

Loki needs to love Sylvie because he needs to be able to love and embrace himself as he is, all of his strengths, and all of his weaknesses. Sylvie, who is still so impulsive and bent on revenge, is an excellent opportunity for him to see where he came from and love her anyway. But we've seen him face her impulsive violence, and instead of him meeting her there and joining in, we saw him become calm and compassionate - we saw how Mobius had helped him to grow. We need Loki and Sylvie to love each other, because that is how they are going to heal, it's how they aren't going to lose. But it's self-acceptance, it's the love you have to have before you can truly love someone else, and I think given Loki's long arc as a character, we need to see him beak out of his narcissism, move beyond just loving himself, and truly love someone else.

They more than paved the way for Mobius and Loki, and if they through that away for Sylkie, it won't just be sinking a perfectly good ship, it would be horrifically ignorant, wasteful storytelling. And this is the God of Stories, so if you fuck this up... I mean. Just don't okay?

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