#they took loki out of the timeline when he was already in no position for more criticism on who he was

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

"Time & the Trickster"

a Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 14: Sylvie's Choice

It's your stubbornness against Sylvie's to determine who will fix the timelines and sit on the golden throne. Who's will is stronger? A single, difficult choice will decide everyone's fate.

CHAPTER WARNING (18+): Reader is in peril, violence

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Sylvie gave an incredulous look, as if to say “you’re kidding, right?”

Loki looked at you and The Doctor, who were taking up exaggerated, almost heroic positions upon bursting in. Hey, it wasn’t easy to avoid getting caught up in the adventure with The Doctor next to you. Even in this most precarious moment, he brought out the thrill of it. His energy was infectious. 

You looked pretty hot. Loki took note. 

Smiling, you laughed. “You didn’t expect me to be so pissed off, did you?”

Your adversary blinked. “I never expected anything less.”

“Good. So you know better. Now drop your stone before I drop your ass!”

“I’ve made my stand!” barked Sylvie. 

“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” said The Doctor. He and Loki moved together to get in between the two of you, Loki facing you and The Doctor turning to Sylvie. “We can figure this out, Sylvie, but we don’t need this to become violent!”

“How so? You all want me to give up an entire lifetime of running, hiding, and fighting,” she bemoaned. “After all this time…trying to prove myself…”

She lowered the hand that held her dagger, dropping it at her feet. She wasn’t surrendering, you could see she was beginning to run through her life as it began flashing before her eyes. 

“...you never saw me as anything but the bad girl,” she said with genuine woe. You were not moved, but of course Loki was, to your dismay. 

“We’re all misunderstood. It’s one of the things that binds us together as Lokis,” he said, both Loki and The Doctor moving around so he could address her while The Doctor began whispering to you. 

“I will open the basin, but don't look inside. I can’t promise your brain won’t melt,” he instructed, the gross visual making you cringe. “You need to either find an opening for Loki to toss his, or trick Sylvie into throwing hers.”

“I won’t go,” Sylvie said again. “No. I owe nothing to any of you.”

The TARDIS shook. You yelped in surprise. Yes, you fucking do! you thought. 

“Sylvie, a true Loki adapts! You’ve done some astounding things with what you were given, but when a Loki is beaten, if there is nothing else to be done…they think. They strategize! They don’t run at the fire with flying fists. When there is nothing more to be done, a Loki accepts the Fates’ answer.”

His speech melted your heart. You knew this version of him was never imprisoned in his father’s dungeons or fought the Dark Elves, and the only reason Loki needed to escape with Thor from Sakaar was due to a stupid hitchhiking mistake they’d made many eons ago as youths. Yet both times, Loki had proven himself a full Prince and a full warrior. Sylvie would have turned over Jane Foster. She would have never helped Thor escape. It was unfair that it was this difficult to ensure his happy ending. If reality were fair and equal, Sylvie would already be ensnared in the Tree of Life. Perhaps there was a timeline where it was so. 

“Then do it yourself!” Sylvie replied. “Accept your fate!”

“We’re both Loki! It belongs to both of us!”

You made sure Sylvie’s shitty stone was in your fingers, ready to press into her hand. The Doctor motioned to you silently that he was going to make a break for the basin. You nodded. He quickly turned around and began working his charismatic magic over the Asgardians. 

“Well, us Lokis need to stick together right? And from where I stand, we’re all about to get crushed under the weight of a collapsing timeline down here, so let’s move things along, shall we?”

He bolted over to the vortex basin, shoving his fingers under the crack and yanking with all of his strength. You ran over to help him when it looked like he wasn’t able to do so on his own, but once he grounded his feet, it wasn’t so difficult to open the time vortex. 

The room was instantly flooded with bright yellow light coming from the beacon in the middle.

“Loki, move!” You demanded, darting under his arm and throwing yourself at Sylvie. Loki made an attempt to hold you back, but you slipped right through him, lunging at her and knocking her to the floor. 

The two of you wrestled on the ground, neither of you having any sort of form. As a result, you were two people fighting, just trying to pin the other one down. Sylvie kept flailing, her arms and hands moving too quickly for you to have access to her skin to press against the stone. 

You felt a painful blow just under your ribs as Sylvie got in a good kick, which sent you rolling across the floor several feet, near the foot of the vortex basin. The Doctor stepped back to keep out of your way. Scrambling to your feet, you and Sylvie ran at each other again, but the pain in your side was sharp, and you realized that her hit was going to make it more difficult for you to overpower her.

“Loki! Help me!” you cried. 

You heard a laugh. It was actually Loki from behind you. He held the brighter stone in the handkerchief, posed to use it as a slingshot. “Did you all forget for a moment that I had one too? We do tend to complicate things a bit, don’t we?”

Sylvie’s face fell as Loki fired. The beaming green stone made a clear arc over your heads. Sylvie, who was somewhat petite compared to even you, tried to reach for it, missing widely. It moved in slow motion; your eyes traced it by the comet-tail-like streak it left as it fell behind Sylvie and into the vortex. 

The TARDIS lurched, then took a big, healthy deep breath. The Doctor grinned joyously, his ship fully alive again. “She’s starting to move toward the DVD!”

“TVA!” shouted Loki. 

“Remember: do not look into the time vortex! I have to get to the console! I’ll be back once I make sure we’re locked onto the coordinates!” The Doctor fled the room at top-speed, which for his tall, limber frame was quite fast. 

Sylvie, beaten and realizing that she had very few cards left in her hand, attacked you. 

“STOP! Sylvie, NO!” Loki implored as she attempted to hurl herself onto your back. You’d adjusted your center of balance, and the sudden added weight toppled you both, you landing on top of her. In the moment, your animalistic defenses took over. You no longer could identify who she was or what she was hoping to accomplish, You needed to survive. You needed to keep her at bay long enough for you to reach your destination.

The dagger wasn’t on her person, so Sylvie relied on her strength to attempt to subdue you. Your pent-up rage was your biggest weapon, and it gave you the adrenaline to keep going. You threw yourself off of Sylvie, kicking her stomach with your toe. It had only some effect. She was harder than you thought. 

On your feet, Sylvie got up and lunged for your throat without missing a beat. You moved out of the way so that she missed your neck, but she latched onto your arm instead, pulling you toward the bright, open basin. It was all you could do to avoid looking inside. 

The momentum Sylvie brought with her charge threw you back against the basin rim. Loki was finally able to find an opening in an attempt to get between the two of you, but just as he dove forward, the most violent lurch yet happened. 

You were suddenly aware of the sensation of tumbling as both you and your attacker tumbled over the side of the rim. Your heart nearly exploded in an immediate surge of adrenaline, which thankfully gave you the quick reflexes to grab onto the side. Sylvie had also managed to grapple the rail with both hands. 

The ship wouldn’t stop shaking. There was no way Loki could pull you both back before one of you fell. You knew what had to happen. 

You looked resentfully at Sylvie. You mumbled in a voice that only you could hear, “I so would have loved to mount your head over my mantle, Sylvie. Fuck you. Fuck you forever.”

Finally making peace, you lifted your head, beginning to feel your palms grease over with nervous sweat. It was time to say goodbye. You were surprised at how resigned you felt. It was, after all, for Loki’s sake. Who better to die for?

Loki leaned over the basin, looking back and forth between you and Sylvie to avoid looking directly into the vortex. The quandary was not lost on him. He looked almost ready to die himself at the impossible choice before him.

“SAVE HER!” you shouted. “WITHOUT HER YOU’LL NEVER BE FREE!” 

Nothing mattered to you anymore. You were willing to die in her place if it meant saving Loki. You only hoped she didn’t bullshit you all. Only Sylvie would manage to make YOUR sacrifice worthless. 

“It’s okay, Loki,” you said, the tears being pulled from your eyes into the chasm under you. “I mean it. Let me go.”

Just then, the TARDIS lurched again, and the gravity within the room shifted enough that yours and Sylvie’s grips were both ripped away from the rim at the same time, leaving you both hovering for a final, terminal moment as Loki made his choice. 

He threw the upper half of his body over the side just in time to snatch your hands back, keeping you from falling away. Using every desperate ounce of his superior strength, he hoisted you back over to relative safety as Sylvie went into freefall. 

She made no sounds, no gasps, no cries of revenge. Her eyes didn’t even widen in surprise. As Loki cradled you in his arms while you wept, Sylvie’s face fell only slightly. She looked almost dignified and resigned as she was sucked out into the time vortex, gone from sight before anything could be done to fetch her. 

The TARDIS’ shivers and quakes stopped, and it began careening as it normally would on any given adventure. The Doctor had made his way back to the console and was steering the ship successfully, putting it into autopilot so that it would continue to follow the time stone back to the TVA. 

The basin slammed shut as the time machine stabilized. Once you realized what had happened, you pulled yourself out of Loki’s arms, hysterical. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?” you shrieked, slapping him hard across his cheek. 

He brought a hand up to the reddening skin on his face. You punched him twice in each shoulder. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU FUCKING IDIOT?!”

He gripped your shoulders so tightly you could move, only look into his eyes for his answer. “Without you I’ll never be free.” 

Your jaw dropped. He tapped the tarot pendant still around your neck after all these weeks. “I could have had a free man’s life with her…but I can only have hope with you, my star.”

You grunted, not having any of it. Loki allowed you to continue hitting him as you let out all of your rage. Sylvie had died, and yet she had somehow still won. Without her around to absorb your blows, there was only one who could. 

“I hate you! I hate you!” you screamed, continuing to lose yourself to grief as Loki sat before you, graciously accepting every blow. “I fucking hate you! You’re so stupid, Loki!”

The Doctor pranced back into the chamber, unaware of anything that had happened since Loki cast the stone into the vortex. 

“We should be there in about ten minutes! Everything seems to be moving now--”

He stopped suddenly, understanding what had just transpired the moment he saw Loki rocking you back and forth as your sobs were reaching a zenith. It was all your doomed love could do to offer his arms for you to bury your face in. He turned his head toward The Doctor, silently telling him everything.

The Time Lord’s face fell as his hearts broke. You could hear him speak the words that you knew he only said when all chances of a happy ending were lost:

 “Oh Loki….I am sorry. I am so, so sorry.”

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[worstloki]

thinking about how Mobius specializes in dealing with dangerous variants. as in, the type that destroy timelines and mess with the entire timestream and try to cause multiversal wars and take down six hunter/minutemen units in that many days.

and he's stuck partnering with an mcu variant loki whose idea of a threat is to call you a fish

#they took loki out of the timeline when he was already in no position for more criticism on who he was #im convinced they did it on purpose #i bet he wasn't even a time displacement #they were just waiting for him to do anything slightly questionable and nabbed him #the Avengers are the real time criminals here #all loki did was pick up the tesseract #loki's been kidnapped for routine acting-like-loki behaviour #no wonder mobius calls him a pussycat #you know how funny it's going to be though #because the other loki variant IS dangerous #the other loki variant IS causing him trouble #the other variant.......... that is also extremely close to this one??????? #who do you think you're fooling here mobius #just because you got loki admitting he's weak or sees himself such doesn't make him weak #lmao mobius you're playing yourself #the Loki show #loki spoilers #loki show spoilers

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I Can't Lose You Again - Part Two

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You felt numb as you sunk down, letting your head rest against your knees as your eyes fell shut. The harsh reminder that he wasn’t your Loki, no matter how much you wished he was, stung. Your Loki wouldn’t have ever left you here, especially not with these people.

“Just grab her and let’s go!” You heard somebody snap. You didn’t see Mobius shake his head, glaring as he dismissed the hunter.

A few moments later Mobius knelt down in front of you but stayed silent. He felt sorry for you, he really did. Watching all those months you stayed silent, stayed loyal to Loki’s you didn’t even know just because of the man you knew...he really did sympathise with you.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered before he could say anything.

“Why are you sorry?” Mobius asked, honestly confused. If anything it should’ve been him apologising, he never should’ve taken Loki to you, there was a reason he hadn’t met you in 2012.

“I told you you could trust him.” Was your broken reply. As you looked up at him, Mobius’ frown deepened as he saw the tears in your eyes.

“This isn’t on you.” Mobius told you firmly, “He isn’t the man you know yet, he’s still struggling for control and trying to find his way.” The Loki you knew had years of character development, this Loki, well this Loki hadn’t had a chance yet.

This Loki, for all intents and purposes, was a villain.

“He’s just trying to help.” You told Mobius. You did believe that, you had too, the look on Loki’s face as he had mere seconds to figure out his next move was clear. If he waited for you then he risked Mobius stopping him and then he wouldn’t find out the Variants plan. Logically you knew Loki had made the right move but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“I know.” Mobius replied honestly. He knew that Loki had grown to care for you, probably more than he wanted to admit, but he wasn’t sure how to deal with that yet. “C’mon we have to go, we’ll figure something out.” Mobius assured you as he stood up holding a hand out for you.

Despite the situation he couldn’t help but smile as you took the offered hand without flinching.

-

When you walked through the doorway and into the TVA you were greeted with chaos. Which made sense when you thought about it, two Loki’s loose together...it was a recipe for disaster.

“Y/N, I need you back in the holding cell whilst this is dealt with.” Mobius said calmly as he turned to you.

“What?” You scoffed, “you’re just going to lock me up whilst Loki is out there with her?” You spat, you refused to sit idly by twiddling your thumbs whilst Loki could be in danger. He might’ve left you here but you’d be damned if you left him.

“I know, ok, I know you want to help but you're too close to this. If we bring you, we risk you running off with them too. I already lost one variant, I can’t lose another.” Mobius explained and whilst you understood his position you couldn’t just stay here.

Obviously there was no way to convince Mobius to let you come, naturally he was right of course, the first chance you got you’d go with Loki. It was never a hard decision when it came to what side to pick when it came to Loki. So instead you nodded.

“Fine, I’ll go sit in my cell.” You muttered before marching off in the direction of the holding cells.

Mobius watched you go with a frown, he wanted you to come, if anyone could talk Loki down it’d be you even if he didn’t know you too well yet but he couldn’t risk it. He knew he’d be in a world trouble as it was, losing you wasn’t an option.

“All Minutemen to armory. Protect the timeline.” Mobius shook his head as the voice repeated the message and quickly sent everyone on their way.

-

Tracking any Loki wasn’t hard, all you had to do was follow the trail of dead bodies. Unfortunately as the trail of bodies ended so did any signs of the Loki’s. Minutemen ran past you as you leaned against the wall, resting your head with a sigh.

“Where are you, Loki?” You whispered.

“Variant!” Somebody exclaimed and you looked up to see Judge Renslayer firing up her pruning device.

“Whoa, hey, I was just going back to my holding cell.” You told her carefully, raising your hands to surrender. You saw firsthand what those batons did to people, no way were you going to let yourself be struck by it.

“You’ve been protecting those Loki’s since we first arrested you.” She snarled, walking closer to you. You tried to move but she had you cornered.

Well shit.

“Listen…” You began but she cut you off.

“No you listen, you’ve been a pain since the beginning. All that loyalty to a man who couldn’t care less about you, I mean, he ran away the first chance he got.” You shook your head, trying not to let the words get to you.

“Yeah, I did, and I’d do it again and again.” You said whilst shooting her a cocky grin, probably not the best course of action but hey, she looked like she was going to kill you either way. “That Loki deserves somebody in his corner, his whole life living in the shadows, never good enough, so yeah I might not know this Loki and he might not know me but I’m going to protect every secret he has and if I die for that,” you said, pausing to chuckle before smiling proudly, “then I’ve done right by him and every other Loki Variant out there who had nobody on their side.”

“Pathetic.” She said before raising the baton. You looked her in the eyes, showed no fear as she came closer and closer to you, just as she was about to touch you-

“Y/N!” Mobius yelled, causing Renslayer to drop the device quickly and turn around just as Mobius rounded the corner. “What the hell?”

“Lost another Variant, Mobius?” Renslayer said as she roughly took a hold of your bicep, nails digging into the skin as she dragged you to Mobius all but throwing you into his arms.

“What happened?” Mobius asked, not dignifying the question with an answer.

“What do you think happened, Mobius?” She snapped, “they left, together, and because the theory of apocalypses was right I don’t know how we’re supposed to find them.”

“I’ll fix it.” Mobius promised before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the judge.

-

“Champagne?” The attendant asked, causing Loki and Sylvie to look up.

“Ah yes. Thank you very much.” Loki said as he grabbed the glass and drank from it, despite all the odds they were finally headed in the right direction. “To the end of the world.”

“A pity the old woman chose to die, don’t you think?” Loki asked.

“She was in love.” Sylvie answered simply.

“She hated him.” Loki shot back but Sylvie smiled at him.

“Maybe love is hate.” Loki quickly conjured up a quill and paper before jotting the quote down causing Sylvie to roll her eyes, unamused by the god across from her.

“Oh piss off.” Loki couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, it was a strange feeling to be so free.

“So,” Loki began, “on the subject of love, is there a lucky beau waiting for you at the end of this crusade?”

“Yeah there is actually,” Sylvie said with a serious tone, “Managed to maintain quite a serious long-distance relationship with a postman whilst running across time from one apocalypse to another.”

“And with charm like that, who could resist you?” Loki chuckled.

“Well, people are quite willing in the face of certain doom.” Sylvie smiled.

“I'm sure they are.”

“It was only ever just to keep me going. How about you? You're a prince. Must've been would-be-princesses or perhaps, another prince.”

“A bit of both.” Loki admitted with a smile, “I suspect the same as you. But, nothing ever…” Loki trailed off.

“What is it?” Sylvie asked with a tilt of her head.

“All my life there was nothing ever really real, you know? But when the TVA arrested me I found a woman, a woman who remained loyal to a dead man and Variants of that dead man. A woman who let herself be tortured for however long just because she loves me. I haven’t met her yet, not properly, not how I’m supposed to but I believe what I have with her is, what I will have with her…it’s the most real thing in all the realms.” Loki confessed. He barely knew you but he couldn’t ignore the ache in his chest when he remembered the look on your face as he left you behind.

“Even now you’ve started falling for her, haven’t you?” Sylvie asked with a hint of a smile.

“I do believe I have but I ruined it. I left her there as I followed you.” Loki told her, looking down at his lap with a frown.

“Nah, if she put up with you until you died then I’m sure she’s had to deal with worse than this.” Sylvie told him and he couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly at that.

“I hope my future self treated her better than that but I suspect you’re probably right.”

-

Mobius took you to the control panel room, everyone had orders to look for anything out of the ordinary, any slight shift to indict the two Variants were together. You had been placed at one of the empty desks, a screen in front of you showing you the timeline.

“Please wait here whilst I talk to Ravonna.” Mobius told you and this time you just nodded, Loki was gone and you had no idea where. There was no point in running.

It had been hours since they’d gone and Mobius had spent most of that time giving orders out whilst biting his lip anxiously. You hadn’t spoken much or left his side, content to let him do the work so long as it resulted in you finding Loki

Mobius gave you a long look before leaving you alone, no doubt warning the hunters to keep an eye on you.

You sighed as you looked at the screen knowing how useless this was. The two Variants knew how to stay hidden, hide out in apocalypses and the TVA can’t find you, why they thought they could find them now was beyond you.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before Mobius was back and tapping your shoulder, gesturing for you to follow him.

“What did the judge say?” You asked when the two of you were alone.

“The time keepers are on our side but I can’t get access to C-20.” He told you. He wanted to tell you that the hunter was dead, he didn’t know why but it didn’t sit right with him. Instead he shook his head.

“Wait, why? She could know something important, she kept saying something was real.” You said, you had seen the woman yourself as the Minutemen hauled her off.

“She’s too far gone.” Was Mobius’ reply.

You didn’t reply but there were so many thoughts flying around your head and you could feel the start of a headache approaching.

Something about the TVA hadn’t seemed right when you were first brought it and it was explained to you and as every minute passed your doubt grew. The Hunter, C-20, was coherent when she was brought in, sure she was in shock but she was aware.

It didn’t make sense.

“So what happens now?” You asked Mobius watching as he collapsed into his chair.

“I don’t know.”

-

“I remember Asgard.” Sylvie confessed after moments of silence passed as Loki sat next to her, “Not much, but I remember. My home, my people, my life. The universe wants to break free, so it manifests chaos. Like me being born the Goddess of Mischief. And as soon as that created a big enough detour from the Sacred Timeline, the TVA showed up, erased my reality, and took me prisoner. I was just a child. I escaped. Stole a TemPad and I ran for a long, long time, which really sucked. Everywhere and every-when I went, it caused a nexus event.” Loki frowned as Sylvie continued her story. “Sent up a smoke flare. Because I'm not supposed to exist. Until, eventually, I figured out where to hide. And so that's where I grew up, the ends of a thousand worlds and now...that’s where I’ll die.”

Loki had no words, the two of them sat in silence staring ahead as everything fell to pieces around them.

“Not long now.” Sylvie said. “Do you think that what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact we’re destined to lose?” She asked in defeat.

“No.” Loki answered immediately, “We may lose, sometimes painfully, but we don’t die. We survive. I mean, you did. You were just a child when the TVA took you, but you nearly took down the organization that claims to govern the order of time. You did it on your own. You ran rings around them. You're amazing!” Loki praised, smiling as Sylvie smiled.

Loki reached out and took her hand in his.

-

It wasn’t long before you were back in the control room, looking at a bunch of monitors that had yet to change.

“Alarms should be going off for the magnified nexus threshold if somebody steps on the wrong leaf.” Mobius said as the two of you joined Hunter B-15.

“Wherever they are I’m not sure anything survives.” Was her reply causing your eyes widened, your hand reaching out to grip Mobius’.

Mobius looked at you in concern, seeing the tears in your eyes and the hold on his hand was tight but you didn’t look away from the screen, it was like you thought you could will it into changing if you stared at it hard enough.

“Yeah, don't underestimate them.” Mobius said, watching as you let out a mix of a sob and a laugh.

He turned to Hunter B-15, whispering quietly, “You see anything down at Roxxcart?”

“They’re gone.” She answered, “Leaping across time, plotting their next massacre.”

“We got something.” One of the analysts said breaking the silence and you all looked at the screen he was at.

Mobius laughed, “That’s not someone stepping on the wrong leaf. You ever seen a branch like that?”

“No.” Hunter B-15 answered as they got a lock on the location and it wasn’t long before a team of hunters were ready as Loki and Sylvie stepped through the two orange doorways.

“Y/N.” Mobius warned just before they came through, “go to the holding cell, wait for me there.”

“You’re kidding right-” You began but he interrupted you.

“Y/N!” He yelled before looking to one of the hunters, “take her.”

“Mobius!” You yelled, struggling against the man holding you. Unfortunately it was no use and before you knew it you were being tossed into the holding cell.

“Fuck!” You yelled as you picked yourself up off the floor, kicking one of the chairs as you did.

It was useless to try the door, you knew it was, but it didn’t stop you from walking over and slamming your fists against the metal repeatedly, not stopping even after your knuckles started to bleed.

-

“Loki.” Loki’s head snapped away from where the doorway had just disappeared to see you stood in a different doorway.

You looked so pretty, your hair was braided as you wore clothes that were definitely from Asgard.

“Y/N, thank goodness you're here.” He said, his face lighting up as you stepped closer to him.

“You really believed I could fall in love with you, didn’t you?” You asked him, letting out a dark laugh as you did.

“Y/N, what have they done to you?” He asked, taking a step towards you only to stop as you slapped him.

“Who could ever love you? You’re nothing but a coward, murdering innocent people to feel powerful, you’re a villain, Loki, you’re always going to be a villain.” You snarled.

This wasn’t you, Loki knew that much.

“Oh a time cell? Using Y/N against me, very clever, except I have no memories with her so you’re making your own up. Well guess what? I won’t fall for it, I know her and this won’t work on me.” Loki yelled at the ceiling. He didn’t know if anyone was watching him but it felt good to shout a bit.

“You hear me? I promise you, I promise everyone working for the TVA will suffer for ever hurting her, for dragging her into this, you’ll suffer.” He promised, fist clenched at his side.

“Always hurting people, you really are a villain.” You said, drawing his attention back to you.

“This isn’t real, Y/N, snap out of it.” Loki pleaded but you just shouldered your way past him and left.

“Well then…” He said, looking around, wondering where to go from here.

It was silent for a few moments before he heard your voice again.

“Loki.” His head snapped up to you. “You really believed I could fall in love with you, didn’t you?”

“Oh god, come on, not a time loop.” Loki groaned, watching as you stepped forward and slapped him.

“Ow, come on, seriously? This is the TVA’s grand punishment?” He asked.

“Who could ever love you? You’re nothing but a coward, murdering innocent people to feel powerful, you’re a villain, Loki, you’re always going to be a villain.” You snarled again. “Always hurting people, you really are a villain.” You repeated.

Loki didn’t know how many times he had heard you repeat the same speech and as much as he hated to admit it, it really was starting to get to him.

“Loki.” You said, causing Loki to sigh.

“Please Y/N, no more, I beg you. I know, I know I’m a horrible person, I know, I get it. I hurt people and I use people because it’s...well you already know why I do it don’t you?” he chuckled though there was no humour in it, “I crave attention. I know I was raised as a prince, I know I shouldn't complain but living in the shadow of Thor with a father who didn’t care for you…” He trailed off not knowing where to go from there.

“I’m afraid of being alone.” He finally admitted.

“You are alone and you always will be.” You said before disappearing through the doorway.

Loki sat down on the stairs with watery eyes, waiting for you to make your entrance.

“Okay, Loki.” Mobius' voice made him look up, raising his eyebrows at the man, “ready to talk?”

Mobius took Loki back into the interrogation room but the conversation that followed got neither of the men anywhere and it wasn’t long before Mobius ended the conversation.

“Give my regards to Y/N.” He said as the doorway appeared.

“What...No. What? No, no, no. Please, not...well, just wait, wait, wait.” Loki pleaded, not ready to go back into that room, not ready to hear those words from you again.

“Of course it was me pulling the strings all along. She came to me on Asgard a long time ago and then she took me to one of her apocalypses and that's where we hatched our plan together.” Loki lied easily.

“Which is?” Mobius asked.

“Coming along very nicely, thank you.” Loki snarked.

“What of the Variant?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Loki said, lying naturally, “she’s nothing more than a pawn and when she’s finished being useful to me, I’ll dispose of her.”

“Oh she’s already been pruned, you can thank Hunter B-15 for that.” Mobius said casually. “So assume I do set you free…”

“Hang on, what did you just say?” Loki interrupted.

“What? Assume I do set you free.” Mobius repeated, suppressing a smirk.

“No, the variant, she’s gone?”

“Yeah, she took out two of ours, B-15 pruned her.

Loki shrugged, trying not to let his eyes water. “Good riddance.” He forced out.

At that, Mobius couldn’t hold back his chuckle any longer.

“What’s so funny?” Loki snapped, his emotions bubbling at the surface.

“Oh come on, look at your eyes. No wonder you have no clue what caused the nexus event.” Mobius chuckled, of course Loki would be oblivious to a connection like that. It may not have been romantic but it was strong, possibly stronger than a romantic connection.

“The two of you, pure chaos. That’s enough to break reality.” Mobius said.

“You finally trusted yourself, you saw the good in yourself. You fell for yourself.” Mobius couldn’t help but smile.

“Her name was Sylvie.” Loki said through gritted teeth.

“Ah, Sylvie, lovely. Is that I-E or just an I?” Mobius grinned.

“Is she alive?” Loki demanded.

“For now.” Was the reply.

“Mobius, listen to me carefully, if what Sylvie has told me about this place is true, it affects us all.” Loki said, cursing as Mobius rolled his eyes.

“Loki, you’ve already told me about fifty lies in the past ten minutes and now I’m supposed to believe you and Sylvie.” He chucked.

“You’re all Variants!” Loki shouted, cutting Mobius off. “Everyone who works at the TVA. The timekeepers, they didn’t create you, they stole you from your timeline and erased your memories. She has access to these memories through enchantment. So before this, before you were an analyst for the TVA, you had a past, you could have had a family, Mobius, a life.” Loki pleaded with the man, begging him to believe him.

For a moment there was nothing but silence and Loki almost thought that Mobius was going to believe him.

“Nice try but this case is closed. Our interests are no longer aligned as you’d say. I have no need for you, your variant or your girlfriend.” Mobius said, tone harsh.

“What of Y/N?” He asked, glaring at the man opposite him.

“Oh, Y/N is no longer a concern. For your or us.” Mobius said, watching the dangerous glint in Loki’s eyes.

“Leave her out of this.” Loki demanded as he stood up but Mobius just rolled his eyes as two hunters came into the room and took him back into the time cell.

Mobius sat there longer than he intended too, thinking of Loki’s words.

-

“Y/N.” A voice said from the doorway and your head shot up. There was the Hunter B-15. “You have to come with me, now.”

You did as she said, following her out of the room in confusion.

“What’s going on?” You asked but she shook her head.

“No time to explain and even if there was it isn’t safe enough to do so but let’s just say you were right to trust the Loki’s.” She said as the two of you continued on down the hall. “They’re going to need us.”

The two of you entered the armoury and she held out a dagger towards you.

“I’m just assuming you know how to use this.” She said, watching you smile as you gently took it from her.

“I had a good teacher.” You said fondly and she smiled back.

-

Mobius watched the footage on the stolen tempad and once he was done he quickly hurried back to the interrogation room and opened the doorway into the time cell Loki was being held in.

“Do you care about her?” Mobius asked urgently once he was in the room.

“Who?” Loki asked in confusion.

“Sylvie!” Mobius shot back.

“I’m not sure if care is the right word.” Was the reply he got but Mobius shook his head. “I’m sorry, haven’t we already covered this?”

“Shut up!” Mobius snapped. “Do you really think you deserve to be alone?” When he received no reply he snapped Loki’s name.

“What? You told me to shut up.”

“Do you believe you deserve to be alone?” He asked again.

“I don’t know,'' he admitted. He knew the nexus event was caused by a breakthrough between himself and Sylvie. He didn’t want to be with her obviously but did he think he deserved you? He really didn’t know.

“You better figure it out quick, because the nexus event the two of you caused, whatever that connection is, can bring this whole place down. So we better understand…” Mobius rushed out but Loki cut him off.

“We?” He asked.

“Do you swear she didn't implant those memories in Hunter C-20?”

“Mobius, no. I believe her.” Loki vouched.

“So, I just have to trust the word of two Lokis?” Loki debated the question for a few seconds.

“How about the word of a friend?” He smiled as Mobius nodded at him

“You were right, about the TVA.” He admitted, “You were right from the beginning. And if you wanna save them, Sylvie and Y/N, you need to trust me. Can we do that?” Mobius asked and Loki didn’t hesitate to agree.

The pair went to leave the room but Mobius stopped to turn around and face Loki, “You could be whoever, whatever you wanna be, even someone good. I mean, just in case anyone ever told you different.” Loki looked shocked at the words before a genuine smile took over his face and the two of them left the cell.

They quickly paused as they had an audience waiting for them as they stepped out, Judge Renslayer in the center.

“I think you have something of mine.” She said.

Mobius was quick on his feet and quickly withdrew the stolen tempad, “Oh yeah, I got all the way down there before I even noticed I picked the wrong one up. What’s the problem, Ravonna?” He asked, seeing the dark look on her face.

He knew what was about to happen, his friend of eons was about to rid of him like some common prisoner. He took a deep breath before talking again.

“You know where I'd go if I could go anywhere? Wherever it is I'm really from. Yeah, wherever I had a life before the TVA came along. Maybe I had a jet ski. That's what I'd like to do. Just riding around on my jet ski.”

Loki watched in horror, tears filling his eyes, as Renslayer had him pruned.

-

You and Hunter B-15 made your way down into the elevator together. There wasn’t much of a plan honestly but the two of you were going to bring down the TVA, whatever the risk.

“You ready?” She asked you and you grinned at her.

“As I’ll ever be.”

With those words the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

Before anyone had time to move Hunter B-15 had unlocked the collars around Loki and Slyvie’s necks and the other hunters readied their weapons.

“For all time,” Hunter B-15 said,

“Always.” You finished and with that the fighting began.

Hunter B-15 threw Sylvie the blade as you took down one of the hunters, quickly making your way to Loki who pulled you into a rough, desperate hug.

“Y/N.” He sighed, resting his cheek on your head.

“Nice to see you again.” You muttered against his chest.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to leave you, I just,” before he could continue you heard Sylvie shout,

“I hate to break up the reunion but we have a situation.” You smiled at Loki before you darted around him and began battling one of the hunters, Loki dealing with one in front of him.

“Here!” Sylvie yelled, throwing her dagger to Loki and picking up a baton. You watched her, from the corner of your eye, go to the judge. Just as you took down another hunter you saw Sylvie pinned down by Renslayer and moved quickly to kick her off before you were fighting somebody else, back to back with Loki.

“We make quite a team.” He tells you with a smile on his face.

“We really do.” You said fondly, remembering all the battles you’d fought together, knowing the others moves even before they did. You were a fierce duo.

It felt good to be fighting with Loki again.

Finally all the hunters were killed and Sylvie was quick to kill one timekeeper, the three of you watched her pick up his head seeing severed wires sparking.

“Fake?” You asked, staring down at the technology.

“Mindless androids.” Sylvie spat, looking at the remaining two.

“It never stops.” Loki said looking defeated. “Then who created the TVA?”

“I thought this was it.” Sylvie admitted, she too looked crushed, she had waited years and years for this moment and this was it.

You watched as Loki looked around clearly thinking of something, someway to get you all out of this.

“Sylvie.” He began but she quickly cut him off.

“Please not another pep talk.” She pleaded, causing you to laugh despite the situation.

“No, I have to tell you something. We’ll figure this out.” He said, moving to stand in front of her and he sounded so convinced you believed him.

“How do you know that?” She asked, clearly losing hope.

“Because, well, back on Lamentis.” He began but cut himself off, looking at you. You smiled at him encouragingly causing him to smile and take a deep breath, “This is new for me,”

“What, what is it?”

Before he could answer, his body started to disappear and in his place stood Renslayer holding the pruning device.

“No!” You yelled moving forward to attack her, you snatched the device from her hands, quickly moving and in seconds you had her pinned down with the device to her neck.

“Start talking.” You spat out, tears falling down your face.

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~A New Recruit~

Masterlist

A/N: This was requested by YouRuttingFool on AO3. This is a short one, but I hope you still enjoy it nonetheless.

Summary: Hela is recruited by the Avengers and the reader's job is to keep her under control.

Timeline: Different Multiverse.

Pairing: Hela Odinsdottir x Fem!Reader

Y/N was laying down on the big modern sofa positioned in the huge living room of the Avengers Tower, throwing a small ball before catching it again. She was trying to kill some time because she was already done with her job for today and the rest of the team wasn't and man, she couldn't stop thinking about their new recruit.

They had recruited an elegant tall woman with long black hair not long ago, Thor and Loki's older sister Hela to be exact.

She was gorgeous and had a raging and impatient personality, but with Y/N she was different.

Very different and she knew it too.

It was very clear that Hela felt calm and patiënt when she was around the friendly woman, almost less of a vengeful killer, and she felt wanted when she was around her. A lot of their team still didn't trust the goddess which was understandable because she had done some terrible things and she was the goddess of death after all, but Y/N did and that made Hela respect her a lot. They were technically inseparably good friends because they were very good at keeping each other calm, but Y/N somehow urged for more. She didn't know what the feeling was or how to describe it, but she wanted more.

The bored woman was pulled out of her thoughts and got up slowly, laying down the small ball as she heard Jarvis system activate from downstairs.

It appeared they had returned from their mission.

Hela's stern but also somehow angelic voice stood out to Y/N immediately and she made her way downstairs with the help of the elevator.

It took awhile, but after taking a few turns left and right, she ended up in the kitchen only to see Hela stand tall with a very hateful face expression.

What had happened?

"Excuse me, but who dared to eat my last doughnut?!" The goddess of death hissed around like she was already planning who her first victim would be and Stark pointed at Clint instantly just so he himself wouldn't get the false blame. "Clint? How dare you~....!"

"Hey guys." Y/N interrupted and waved at them to change the attention to her. She knew Clint was guilty by just the look on his face, but decided to help him out a little before his dead body was suddenly bleeding out all over their beautiful marble floor.

"Y/N?" Her face expression softened up a little as she lowered her hands. "My apologies, but I was in the middle of making this pity human pay~...."

The smiling woman walked up to her, wrapping her arms around her neck as an attempt to keep the goddess calm and focused on her only, perhaps with secretly another reason behind it. "You don't have to.... trust me. I'll buy you new ones who are much better." She whispered against the raging woman's soft lips before gently connecting them. She didn't know what came over her to do such thing, to kiss her, but it felt good. They could finally place the feeling they had felt in such a long time towards each other but was unexplainable, the urge, it started to occur to them both that they had started to feel feelings for their colleague.

Hela took the upper hand and bit her bottom lip gently before sliding her tongue inside, her right hand spread on her kisser's lower back in a comforting way while the other held her hip.

They both somehow felt drawn to one another and couldn't stop, didn't want to either.

However, sadly Y/N pulled away after a few more seconds because she needed to inhale some fresh air for her lungs to fill up again and Hela watched her.

"I must say it's a strange new technique to not make me kill people, Y/N." She grinned and slowly let go of the now blushing woman. "But I do prefer you using it more, it's very affective."

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Being Thor and Loki's Little Sister and Dating Peter Parker Would Include...

Notes: wow I haven't written a marvel one in a long time pls don't read too much into the timeline lol I know things overlap but just go with it (:

Warnings: none... I think ??

Word Count: 3.6k (sorry its a bit long for a write like this but I couldn't help myself)

You managed to do a decent job at keeping your relationship under wraps from your brothers for quite some time

Of course every other member on the team knew before the two of you even begun officially dating

Peter had spent three months ranting and raving to Tony Stark about how cute he thought you were and how much he liked you

Tony insisted time and time again he should tell you but Peter’s fear of rejection was much too large for him to find the courage for that

Unbeknownst to him,

You had spilled about your crush on Peter to Wanda and Nat almost a week after living in the compound

Being the only other girls there besides Pepper, it was easy to confide in them

Day after day you would wander to Wanda’s room and lay on her bed and gush about how handsome Peter was and how kind of a heart he had

Wanda found it adorable

And Bucky, Steve and Sam had placed the pieces together after days on end of watching Peter and yourself flirt like school kids in the gym during training

Even after being frozen for years, Steve recognized the look of smitten on Peter’s face when he talked to you

Bruce on the other hand had to sit through most of the kids talks with Tony in the lab so he figured it out fast

So when the two of you finally confessed your feelings for one another and Peter asked you out, there was only one road block holding the moment back from perfection

Your brothers

You and Peter shared the news with all the other team members expect the two, possibly most important in your case, members

You’ve been close to your brothers since you were brought into this world so it wasn’t like you didn’t want to tell them

It was more or less how overprotective they could be that made you bite your tongue

And as nervous as you are, Peter is 1,000% more worried about your brother’s finding out

Like honestly can you imagine how petrified Peter would be to tell Thor and Loki you two were dating

He’d purposely walk in the opposite direction every time he saw either of the two for the first week

Couldn’t stop fumbling with his words when he spoke to either of them

Like he was terrified

It’s sort of a cliché to have protective older brothers but older brothers who were also both Gods ????

Peter felt like a deadman walking

When the day finally came that you did tell your brothers about your relationship with Peter, it was absolutely cringe worthy

Peter had been coming home to the tower after a long day at Midtown High School when he spotted you the second he stepped foot out of the elevator

His excitement had clouded his judgement as he failed to check and see if the coast was clear

“Y/n! Hey!”

He nearly tumbled over his own feet as he rushed over to you

His face was gleaming with happiness and for a brief moment you felt a smile creep to your face until you were pulled back to reality by his hand reaching out to grasp yours

Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at Peter and before you could warn him to stop, he had planted a soft kiss on your cheek

That adorable smile was glowing from his face as he reached down for your hand only to fall once you pulled your hand away

He gave you a look of confusion, clearly surprised by your lack of response

But when an awkward cough sounded from behind him, he suddenly knew why

Peter didn’t have enough time to make any sort of a move when a husky, all too familiar voice spoke up,

“Hello, man of spiders. May I ask why you just kissed our little sister?” “Oh shit- I uh, well you see I…um...she had something on her face so I uh…”

Loki would snicker in amusement at seeing the boy squirm and prolong his torture “So you kissed her?” “Yeah…” “Hm, there something you’d like to share, little one?”

It wasn’t exactly the way you were hoping to break the news to your brothers

But it was certainly one way of doing it

The rest of the night was filled with awkward tension as you and Peter had to confess the truth to your brothers, who then made you share the news with the rest of the team

Thankfully, the rest of the team pretended they were just hearing about your new relationship for the first time, seeing as no one wanted to deal with an angry Thor

Now let’s get into your relationship with Peter

Peter Parker is the most caring person in the universe

Honestly

And dating him certainly came with it’s perks

You can expect to wake up every morning with a fresh coffee and a pastry on your nightstand, courtesy of Peter

He’ll also write you a sweet little ‘good morning’ note with a sketch of spider-man hanging from a web

(( he’s actually pretty talented in the doodling department ))

Makes cute sketches of him as spiderman and you as a princess ( vv fitting)

But also draws you as a total badass saving the galaxy bc… well you are

Count on him to be the first person to greet you when the sunrises and the last person to wish you a goodnight when it falls

Gets Mr. Stark to buy you an iphone so he can teach you how to use it

Has your name as “goddess” in his phone

The first thing he does is teach you about texting so he can pay you in imessage games

Refuses to play you in battleship since you somehow have crushed him every single time

Gets slightly annoyed with the overwhelming amount of random photos you snap of him

But he knows its all new to you and finds it irritatingly adorable

Loves it when you walk home with him from school

Will also keep reminding you that you shouldn’t have walked alone all the way to Midtown High School alone

Peter often forgets that you’re Asgardian and can protect yourself just fine

But it’s so cute how protective he is

He’s very observant and notices nearly everything

Like when you’re feeling a bit homesick

He picks up on it right away and will ask Thor and/or Loki for advice

Or when you start to become bored and tired at one of Star’s parties

Peter made his way over you before you even had the chance to turn and search for him

He’d escort you back to your room and lay with you until he was positive you had fallen asleep

Kisses to the top of your head

Is the boyfriend that will take your makeup off for you if you wear any

(( and sets yours lashes on the nightstand so neatly and labels which eye they were on cause the poor boy doesn’t understand ))

Spends weeks learning how to master the intricate braids that adorn your head

It’s so cute cause he’ll sit and look up Youtube videos and try to learn how to make the different braids and is just so confused but so determined

Taking Peter to visit Asgard

“Woah- this place looks like something from Lord of the Rings! It’s awesome!” “Lord of the Rings? I’ve never met that God.” “Uh, no, it’s a movie from Earth. We can watch it when we go back.” “To Midgard?” “Midgard? No, to New York.”

Loves it when your people refer to you as “Princess Y/n”

For some reason it makes him blush

Will tell everyone back on Earth that he’s dating a princess

I could def see Peter getting annoyed and frustrated with the Asgardian men trying to flirt and win your heart

Although that’s something that already belong to Peter

And even though Peter trusts you entirely

He’s still insecure from time to time

Especially when he sees how much taller and stronger Asgardian men look in comparison to him

But he finds reassurance in the feeling of your hand in his and the gleeful smile adorning your face as you show him around your homeland

Attempting to help Peter study

Although you’re not much help to Midgardian school work “Peter, darling, I don’t have a clue what a watergate is and I haven’t an idea how that could be scandalous.”

Maths however you excelled in

And Peter was thoroughly surprised to find you had the sequence of PI memorized to the one hundredth number- and in song form

Holding your hand 24/7

Endless cuddles on the couch

And when you’re walking around together, he does that thing where he swings your hands and back forth

Movie theater dates… at the tower b/c your brothers feel the need to be in close proximity the you guys at all times

Trying ice cream for the first time with Peter at two in the morning

One of Peter’s favorite things to do with you is take you through a walk in his world

At least three times a week Peter and you will walk around the city and find new things your Asgardian self has yet to experience

Like pizza

New York pizza to be exact

And hot chocolate

Ice skating at Rockefeller Center once the weather got cold

Loves to take you for drives in the more woodsy land of New York once fall set in and the leaves began to change

But by far his favorite thing is showing you Midgardian films and movies of all sorts

He loves that you don’t judge him for nerding out over his love for films

Not to mention you actually sit and watch Star Wars with him

(( maybe it was the whole space element but Peter was just thrilled you liked it ))

But then he shows you ‘Alien’

And it was an instant regret

It took him the rest of the night to convince you that the movie was fake

You made him sleep in your room just for reassurance

Your favorite out of the films Peter played was called ‘Toy Story’

Buzz Lightyear reminded you of Thor

In terms of TV shows

F.R.I.E.N.D.S. which quickly became your guys comfort show

Parks & Rec too “That Andy fellow looks an awful lot like Starlord, don’t you think?”

Peter refuses to let you watch Black Mirror

After the whole incident with Alien

Black Mirror didn’t seem like a good idea

Constantly teasing from the rest of the Avengers

Tony just can’t help it

He loves tormenting the two of you

Especially when Thor and/or Loki are around

“Hey Peter, I thought I saw you go into Y/n’s room last night but I didn’t see you leave until the morning. Heard a lot of noise too- thought Y/n was getting attacked. What was that about?”

Or

“Kid, I got you those condoms you asked for. How’d you manage to run out of that last box so quick? I just bought it for you a week ago!” “Messing with you, they’re just sugar packets- Thor put Peter down right now!”

Aunt May absolutely adores you

Always tells Peter how sweet you are and is constantly inviting you over for dinner

Lets you two have sleepovers in his room at her place

As long as the door stays open

Peter can’t stop laughing when you compliment May on her ability to make an amazing bowl of cereal

She thought it was a joke seeing as she burned dinner the night before to a crisp and laughs until she’s in tears

And you’re literally sitting there so confused, clearly not understanding the joke

Peter then takes you on a trip to a grocery store for the first time to show you a whole aisle full of cereal

It is then that you realize Aunt May didn’t hand make the fruity pebbles

She still laughs about it to this day

Befriending Ned and listening enthusiastically while he gives you a full speech on the franchise Star Wars

And his rant on how terrible Star Trek is in comparison

Is shocked when you ask questions out of genuine interest

Ned immediately takes a liking to you after that and asks Peter daily to invite you to hangout

Whenever Stark adds an upgrade to his suit, you’re the first person Peter shows it to

He shares quite literally everything with you

As do you to him

The rest of the Avengers love gossiping about you guys

Nat and Wanda have already started planning the wedding and Pepper has the perfect venue in mind, much to your brothers dismay

For some reason

Thor and Loki are always within reasonable distance, enough so they can keep an eye on you but also give some sense of privancy

Thor is def always the first one to step in

“Peter, please remove your hand from my sister’s behind.” “Oh uh, ye-yeah… sorry, Mr.Thor.”

Loki would find Peter amusing

He loves to mess with him whenever given the chance

“Ah, Peter. Good to see you. I’m sure Y/n informed you of our task today. Very impressed that you offered yourself as the sacrifice to the aliens-” “Wait, what? Y/n?!” “He’s kidding, Peter.”

Everyone in the Avenger’s tower knew Peter was lactose intolerant and knew the repercussions of the boy consuming any sort of dairy

(( he physically cannot leave the bathroom for a full day ))

Yet Loki regularly will swap Peter’s specially labeled almond milk with a jug of skim milk just for the hell of it

There’s something so hilarious to him about the look of panic and alarm that smacks abruptly across Peter’s face as he quickly stumbles out of the kitchen to his room

It keeps him laughing for days

You’ll just shoot your brother a look of disapproval, clearly certain it was his doing

“Loki, why did Peter run off?” “Not sure, darling sister, maybe he’s got one of those stomach bugs. I’ve heard Midgardians are prone to them…weak bodies and such.” "You switched out his milk again didn’t you.” “I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re accusing me of, little one.”

Thor is a bit more hesitant on accepting your relationship with his fellow Avenger

He trusts that Peter would never harm you

Although he did not trust that you would never be harmed because of Peter

It was risky enough that both your brothers were big names in space, as well on Earth, however

Thor knew Loki and himself were capable of protecting you but Peter?

He was just a kid, in Thor’s eyes

However the one thing that kept him from telling you this was seeing how happy Peter made you

As your older brother, Thor trusted your judgement and tried his best to be accepting of his little sister dating

And as much as he wanted to deny it, he saw crystal clear the care and love Peter gave to you and he wasn’t willing to break that for you

Still

Thor is the type of brother to barge into a room and shove himself between Peter and yourself without warning

This man does not care at all

At least Loki has the decency to give you two space as a couple

Thor does not

He is constantly third wheeling on your dates and will ‘accidentally’ walk into rooms he knows you two are in claiming he forgot something

Not that he ever grabs anything,

He’ll usually just stand and stare at the two of you until you either leave the room or ask him to leave

To which he always answers,

“No.”

But with a smile

A smug smile

PDA is something he will never be okay with

Thor will yank Peter back by the collar every time he sees his lips on yours and glare at him, “Man of spiders, I know you’re in love with my little sister but kissing her infront of me is too far.”

And Loki will physically gag just to piss you off

For the most part, your relationship with Peter is nearly perfect

It would be entirely perfect if you weren’t constantly worrying about him dying on a mission or getting hurt

But still, just like any couple, you had your moments

And when you did fight, it was typically over Peter’s safety or him not wanting you to tag along for a mission

Your common way of dealing with conflict was the silent treatment

Which is pure torture for Peter

Not only does he miss the sound of your voice

He misses having you around

Seeing your smile

Hearing you laugh from something he said

He felt terrible everytime

He’d go to Tony for advice and spend hours rambling on to him about how sorry he was for yelling at you and for adding to the fight

Tony would half listen while he worked away on a new system and suit, offering a ‘yeah’ and ‘hmm’ every few seconds which pleased Peter who thought his mentor was fully listening

And after almost two hours of his non-stop talking, Tony Stark had reached his limit

Setting his wrench down on the metal table with a thud he turned around to face the young boy

“Kid, why’re you saying all this to me and not her? I mean, I’m all ears but I’m also not Y/n. I know we’re both good looking so I can see why you mixed us up, but you should be talking to her right now.”

Similar to Peter you also had someone to confide in when the road got rocky

Loki had always been the one you shared all your secrets with

As children you were attached at the hip to both your brothers but Loki a smidgen more than Thor

Your father, Odin, had Thor at his side 24/7 growing up

While he was busy learning the ropes to ruling Asgard, Loki and yourself run amuck causing trouble left and right through the royal palace

Through the years of bonding Loki become your best friend, and you his

So when trouble struck in paradise, your older brother was the one you ran to

He’d welcome you with open arms and a questioning gaze

Loki is by far the best listener in your family

Instead of telling you what to do, he asks what you want, which is a refreshing change

After a long talk with Loki you’d search the tower high and low for Peter while ironically Peter was doing the same thing

When you did finally make-up, it felt like coming home

The apologies were so sincere and genuine

You’d end up having a sleepover in your room watching 80’s films that Peter claimed were ‘iconic’ and laying in his arms

And that’s where you felt complete

Fights never occurred often but bickering ???

DAILY

You two bickered playfully over everything under the sun

Like who’s the better superhero; Ironman or Captain American

Or

Debates between living in New York and living in Asgard

Loves to pull up Midgardian inventions and ask you to guess what it is “Princess, what do you think this is?” “Oh! Oh! I’ve seen this one! Tony has one in his kitchen!” “Okay, so what is it?” “Yes, it’s a chicken nugget maker!” “It’s actually an air fryer but we only ever make chicken nuggets in them so I’ll give you a half point.”

Peter sneaking out of your room at the crack of dawn and sprinting to his

As much as Thor and Loki liked him and supported the relationship

He was sure they’d both team up to murder him if they caught him sleeping in your bed

Steve and Tony, who seem to be incapable of sleep, have watched him tiptoe out of your room numerous times but they only share a look of amusement then go back to their previous discussion

Playing hide-n-go-seek and tag on rainy days at the tower

Cuddling in Peter’s bed while he asks you to tell him stories about Asgard

Loves hearing about your childhood and what it’s like to grow up with siblings

Is fascinated when you tell him about Heimdall

Stealing Peter’s hoodies

Especially his Midtown High School ones

They’re insanely soft

Sweet little kisses throughout the day

He's just so sweet and gentle

Loves getting to hold you and snuggle in his bed

Most weekends you spend lounging on the couch with Peter’s head in your lap while you play with his hair

Other times you’re sitting next to Peter on his bed watching him play some video game and asking a million questions “Who is that man, Peter?” “That’s me, he’s the main character of the game. That’s Mario, babe.” “You’re not Mario- you’re Peter.” “No, the main character of this game is Mario, I’m just playing him.” “Oh… and what is that green dinosaur creature?” “That’s Yoshi!” “Adorable.”

Making out between games

In terms of... y'know... sex

Neither of you were keen on rushing the process

You had tip toed on the line multiple times yet never fully crossed it

Until you had decided to make the first real move after being together for about five months

You trusted him with all your heart so it wasn't exactly scary, but rather exciting

He had a way of making you feel safe, comfortable, and loved all at once

Lets be honest, Peter nearly fainted the first time he saw you naked

And still, no matter how many times the two of you have sex,

He worships every inch of you like it was your first time all over again

You couldn't have asked for a better lover

Dating Peter means a new adventure everyday

You’re constantly learning new things about each other and from each other

Despite coming from two very different worlds

You’ve never felt more connected to a soul until Peter came along

#peter parker imagine #Peter parker #Peter Parker imagines #tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland imagine #loki #thor #thor odison imagine #thor odinson #loki layfeyson imagine #loki layfeyson #thor and loki sister #avenger imagines #the avengers #avengers imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #spiderman #spiderman imagine #spider-man #imagine

[iamnmbr3]

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

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

Direction 1 - A buddy comedy with a heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Direction 3 - TVA are twist villains

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

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

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

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

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

[lightneverfades]

Lokius (Loki/Mobius) AU - What if Mobius, while looking for the Loki he knows from his timeline, encounters a different variant of himself...? A hunter Mobius.

+ Plot twist: Hunter Mobius is in love with Loki... but not the Loki we are familiar with. (L1145 is Loki in the alt. timeline where Hunter Mobius is in.)

PART I can be found here

Fic #2 

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Flashback

“M2169, I want you to meet a new recruit. This is L1145. He’ll be learning from you this week before he goes into evaluation. We’ll need your final assessment report regarding the new recruit by the end of the week. Aim to have him fit for duty by next week. What with more frequent Nexus events occurring recently, Judge Renslayer wants all new recruits to be ready for the field as soon as possible. I trust you’ll be able to handle this task well, M2169?” LT-012 spoke.

Mobius looked at his team leader and gave a firm nod. LT-102 left him with the new recruit. Mobius’s gaze settled on L1145. 

He was a tall man, broad shouldered, with an elongated face and sharp cheekbones. His hair was jet black and cascaded around his shoulders, the length long enough for the man to tie up in a bun, which Mobius noted was one of many things he’s going to have to teach this new recruit. He studied the man’s expression, trying to see if he was going to last enough to excel in his new position. He usually had an eye for sensing whether a new recruit was suited for the role of a Hunter from the look of determination or purpose in their eyes. They’ll need that drive, if they were to get on with the job.

As a created being made by the Time Keepers, Mobius took great pride in serving them and doing his job thoroughly. Pruning irregular timelines and correcting the flow of time and thus stabilizing the Sacred Timeline was the most satisfying areas of being a Hunter, although sometimes that meant he had to harden his heart at certain situations that he found morally objectionable. “For the greater good of all things Sacred”, was written in bold letters in the Hunter’s Instructional manual. Mobius’s manual was already fraying after having been repeatedly opened numerous times to remind him of his purpose. The new recruit’s manual, on the other hand, was brand new. The vibrant TVA logo on the cover, along with the words, “For All Time. Always,” emblazoned on the front gleamed brightly compared to Mobius’s, where the words were starting to fade off.

Usually, Mobius found it easy to figure out whether a new recruit would be able to get used to his role, but with L1145 he found he couldn’t read him. There wasn’t anything he could catch on to that he was usually able to recognize in most newly created beings of the TVA. When he was assigned to train a would-be Hunter (which was a lot of responsibility, although it seemed upper management trusted him enough with this task), they had a tendency to look either fearful or eager to start. But this one... L1145 carried the look of a marble statue, emotionless as an inanimate object. Mobius was worried. Was this new guy going to be able to handle the training he had to share? Or was he going to be pruned in spite of Mobius’s best efforts?

The ‘Newly Created’, as the TVA termed all their new recruits, were frequently mentioned in their daily agenda. They were, as Mobius understood, a vital part of the TVA’s overall operation as it consisted of fresh new recruits for each division within the TVA. And every man and woman assigned to their new division needed to excel and be the best they could be. But Mobius had seen some who failed to fit in to the role they were assigned, and the TVA was not a place that tolerated failures. He wasn’t about to break his track record now by failing to train a new recruit. He would not only let the TVA down, but himself most of all. No matter what happened, Mobius was going to train L1145 to the best of his ability and avoid this man from getting pruned.

“Come with me, L1145. I’m going to fill you in on what you need to know. Come on,” Mobius urged and L1145 followed him silently.

Mobius took him first to the locker rooms, where the Hunters got their necessary uniforms and protective gear. He quickly found the locker marked with the words, “L1145” chiseled on the front. He touched the keypad on the locker, putting in his own identification number, M2168 first. The locker promptly made a soft clicking noise. Mobius pulled open the locker door to reveal the familiar set of clothes and shoe-wear every Hunter was given for their position. He also took the liberty of handing L1145 a black rubber band, which L1145 took and stared at for a moment before looking back at Mobius. And Mobius saw the first flicker of emotion cross through the new recruit’s eyes - inquisitiveness.

“You’re going to need to tie your hair up, L1145.”

“Why?”

Mobius’s eyebrows quirked up. “Why? Because I said so, new recruit.”

L1145 stared at Mobius again. Mobius felt his skin prickle as he felt a sliver of unease run through his spine. The man did not move for a moment, and Mobius felt himself being studied, the same way he had been watching L1145 earlier. This was new. Not one of his previous recruits had challenged him before.

After what felt like an eternity, the new recruit did as he was told and Mobius realized with a start that he had been holding his breath. He exhaled, feeling the tension ebb away from his shoulders. Why am I feeling so nervous? This is just another new recruit. And he’s going to need to listen to me, instead of questioning me. I’m his superior… Mobius thought, trying to steady his beating heart. But with the relief came another new sensation, one he hadn’t quite found himself feeling for a very long time, not since the day he was a new recruit himself. This time it was his turn to stare at L1145, heat rushing up to his cheeks.

L1145 pulled his dark, mussed up hair using his long fingers and combed through the strands slowly, taking his time, before eventually twirling them into a bun, the black rubber band circling around it until it trapped the last of his unruly strands. But some of the strands around L1145’s forehead had come loose, falling around his face, making him look… well, Mobius didn’t know how to describe it. But he definitely wasn’t sure he should be feeling this way. His heart was pounding and his mouth felt dry. He caught L1145 looking back at him with furrowed eyebrows, and Mobius realized he’d been starring far too long.

Trying to avert his attention away from this fact, Mobius coughed and forced himself to pull his gaze away from L1145. He continued the rest of the tour through the locker room by briskly explaining what each part of L1145’s uniform and weapons were used for. Watching L1145, Mobius found the only other time L1145 react even a little was when he handed the Pruning Stick.

“Careful with that,” Mobius said as L1145 turned it on. The pruning stick hummed to life, the tip of the baton glowing bright orange, the heat emanating off of it like a hot rod. L1145 cocked his head a little to one side.

“What does it do?” L1145 spoke.

“It’s a pruning stick, which means any variants we catch on the field that causes a fuss will be eliminated for the good of the Sacred Timeline. Of course, we try and give them a good trial before we prune them. Each variant we take out will serve the TVA’s necessary efforts in keeping the timeline stable. You’re going to be a part of that, L1145. And I’m here to train you to become one of us Minutemen.”

“Why do we need to do that?” L1145 questioned.

“It’s for the good of-“

“But why?” L1145 interrupted, and Mobius pursed his lips. I just explained it to him, Mobius thought, frowning.

“So we can prevent a Multiversal War. Didn’t Miss Minutes give you the rundown in the recruitment video? Maybe we’re gonna need to do some practical learning first before we do any combat training. This is important,” Mobius said, feeling his confidence for the new recruit somewhat diminishing.

“I’m capable,” L1145 spoke, turning off the pruning stick. The hum stopped, the glow fading away.

“No, you’re not… Not if you’re questioning the general details of the-“

Mobius was cut off again as L1145 suddenly grabbed Mobius by the collar and flung him to the floor, catching him completely off guard. The shock of it, as well as the action, knocked the breath out of his lungs for a moment, enough for L1145 to push down the pruning stick on his neck. For the first time, Mobius saw anger creasing over L1145’s face, and it made his heart beat faster. Strands of messy hair had come loose from L1145’s bun as it fell around his face. Mobius thought he caught a scent of pine from L1145, which was strange considering every single recruit never had any recognizable smell on them. On top of this, L1145 was now putting his entire body weight on Mobius’s stomach, his legs holding Mobius’s own down on the ground, making it harder for Mobius to make a counter move to get L1145 off.

“No more paperwork,” L1145 snarled through gritted teeth, eyes glaring daggers down at Mobius. His lips parted, baring his teeth like a feral animal warning away a potential enemy.

“Get off, L1145,” Mobius ordered. L1145 did not let go; on the contrary, Mobius felt the pruning stick choke him just an inch.

That’s enough, Mobius thought, and he sagged just a little, letting his body’s tension dwindle. He felt L1145 narrow his eyes, but loosened his grip on the pruning stick just a little. And that’s when Mobius made his own move, grabbing L1145’s neck and tackling him to the ground in one swift movement, switching his position so that his body was now weighing down heavily on L1145’s tall and lean form as he was slammed squarely to the ground. The intake of breath from L1145 made it clear to Mobius that the new recruit hadn’t been expecting him to win him over. The look of surprise was evident, but more than ever it was the small smile that was forming on L1145’s lips that attracted Mobius’s attention the most.

“Put me to combat training,” L1145 said.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand anything, recruit,” Mobius said, raising an eyebrow.

“You said so yourself. There are variants out there that need to be found and brought to trial to the TVA. There’s no time to waste.”

Mobius didn’t let L1145 off the hook so quickly, however. He looked down at this strange new recruit, finding those ocean blue eyes reminded him of something he had long ago when he was a young recruit himself. The rebellion in them lit a sleeping emotion inside of Mobius that he hadn’t felt for a while. At last, here was a worthwhile challenge and not some recruit following his every move step because of protocol.

“Just make sure to keep up. I don’t tolerate any lack of diligence from any recruit,” Mobius said as he finally let L1145 go, rising to his feet. L1145 looked up at him, his lips quirking up a notch.

“Of course not… sir,” L1145 said.

“Don’t call me sir. Call me Mobius,” Mobius said as he reached out a hand. L1145 looked at it, and then grabbed it, letting Mobius pull him to his feet.

“Mobius…” L1145 murmured, and Mobius felt a shiver hearing it being uttered by L1145 for the first time. He wasn’t too sure why he was reacting this way, or even why he shared that name with the new recruit. It wasn’t his given name at the TVA, but it felt like his to own, especially when most of the Minute Men started calling him that. Hearing it from L1145 though made it enticing, like it was a secret being whispered into the night instead of a simple nickname given to him by others who fought alongside him.

“Come on, you,” Mobius said, “Training’s all good and all, but not with an empty stomach.”

The amused smile that broke through L1145’s lips was a pleasant sight Mobius found he wanted to replicate every day.

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[effingunicorns]

since apparently I can’t get to sleep until I put some actual positivity in the Loki spoilers tag, here’s some things I liked about the finale:

1) that whole kintsugi aesthetic in the Citadel at the End of Time? where so much was broken or crumbling that it looked like the intact parts had been pieced back together from the rubble? fucking flawless

2) He Who Remains: that man was cuckoopants bananas in a way where I actually bought him being smart, unlike Thanos who was somehow both a flat earther and an ecofascist at the same time with far more power than either should have. if He Who Remains had said he already knew he’d wind up back in the Citadel because it had happened before, I’d have believed him.

3) there are a handful of ships in this fandom which I refuse to acknowledge as canon, but sylki isn’t one of them! I feel like they actually put some effort into making it believable, and I can respect that even if my OTP lies elsewhere.

3a) god though, Loki’s only concern being another person’s well-being/the otherwise ruthless Sylvie sending Loki somewhere she assumes he’ll be safe instead of killing him when he gets in her way is such good character development for both of them

4) given Loki’s history in both the MCU and the comics of using one danger to keep another at bay, or one misdeed to prevent a greater one, it makes sense that he’d want to stop and think about the timeline situation rather than jump right to an irreversible decision. Sylvie was obviously still right to prioritize free will over safety in a cage, but Loki’s position is understandable for where he is right now, development-wise.

5) Mobius trying to have a badass moment and Ravonna just clocking him (no pun intended) was pretty funny, you guys

6) but does her having that pen mean Ravonna has her pre-TVA memories, or was she just allowed to read her own file once she got the right promotion? something to think about while we wait for Season 2 🤔

7) B-15 and Mobius working together to get the truth about the TVA out after so consistently butting heads at the start of the show...!

8) the way the timeline has already branched so comprehensively in the limited time it took for He Who Remains to finish his spiel and Loki and Sylvie to fight over it that even the once-inviolate TVA is now duplicated!

9) M U L T I V E R S E

and I think that’ll do it for now! sorry to everyone who was disappointed, but I had a fuckin blast and look forward to more (◡‿◡ )

#loki spoilers #loki series #marvel #mcu #he who remains #nathaniel richards #sylki #loki #2012 loki #mcu sylvie #mobius m. mobius #ravonna renslayer #hunter b15

[anonymousfiction211]

You alway have a choice: 7

Executing the plan It took a while, but the Avengers had finally come up with a plan they liked. Loki would contact Thanos, tell him about you and about the mindstone. He would strike a deal, if he could give him the mindstone the two of you would go free. When Thanos would arrive Loki and you would pretend to give the stones. Right before you could Thor and Tony would intervene. Saying that they knew what Loki and you were doing all along and trying to get the stone from him again. At that point Natasha and Clint will attack Thanos from above. That was the cue for everyone to attack and you would all kill Thanos.  

It took a while for Loki to be convinced that Clint wouldn’t shoot him instead of Thanos. From what you gathered the two of them had some unpleasant history, but you would ask Loki later about it. Once Thanos was death you and Loki would go with Thor back to Asgard. Thor would plead with his father for a reduced sentence for the both of you, as rewards for you help. You couldn’t be bothered, you had only a few years. Loki would benefit from it, if a reduced sentence was something the Allfather was willing to give. You doubted that heavily, and so did Loki.

That night Loki contacted Thanos. He insisted on doing it alone in his room, and he was not to be disturbed. He would get distracted and it would break the connection. You wanted to argue, Loki was after all the most powerful master of sorcery of Asgard. But you held your tongue, for once actually trusting Loki. Since the rest of the team didn’t feel like getting to know you, you retreated to your own room. You laid on the bed reading a book when Loki entered, after about an hour. He looked a bit wary.

‘Are you okay?’ you asked him.

‘Yes, it wasn’t pleasant and I don’t really feel like getting into it’ he stated coldly.

‘Did he accept your offer?’ you asked.

‘He did’ Loki answered.

You cocked an eyebrow. You never thought Thanos would take the deal. It was easy, a bit too easy for your liking. However, you held your tongue.

‘When?’ you asked.

‘Tonight’ he said.

‘We should warn everybody, I guess’ you swung your legs over the bed to get up. Before you could Loki advanced and pushed you down on the bed. He was on you the next second kissing you hungrily.

‘Already did’ he whispered on your lips.

‘Shouldn’t we, you know rest? Get ready?’ you giggled. His roaming hands on your body were becoming quite distracting. Loki ignored you and went back to kissing you. Instead of shimmering clothes away he took his time undressing you and let you undress him. He said he wanted to savour and remember every moment of it. His tongue was circling your clit very slowly. Making sure to lick ever side of it and lapping up your wetness like it was his last meal. It was sensual, intense, and very erotic. You came twice and pulled on his hair to ask him to come back up. It was becoming a bit too much. Loki eagerly answered your silent question and thrusted himself inside of you. He bit down your neck while you felt his cock hitting all the right places within.

After the intense love making the two of you cuddled naked against each other for a long time. Loki was stroking every inch of you, pulled you tight against him and smirked when he saw all his bite marks on your skin, and decided to add a few more.

‘You never told me, how are we going to fake our death?’ you asked him.

‘Ah, simple. The moment we ‘turn’ on Thanos as a ‘team’ I will pull out the Tesseract. I’ll explain to Thanos that I never was on your or the Avengers side. And I will give him these two stones, in return my service and a planet to rule’ he explained.

‘You will run towards me and plead not to go through with it. I will pretend I never cared about you and you will stab me. At that moment I will ‘use the stones to ‘take you with me to hell’ but really I’m just teleport us somewhere safe’ he said.

‘But, if there are no bodies why would everybody think we’re actually death?’ you asked.

‘I will leave two physical copies. I will teleport back to the house, which is still warded. The copies will be physical for a week. After that they just vanish, but then they are in the ground or in sea. It will take a lot of magic from me. So, the first week in the cotton I will barely be conscious. And I was hoping you would look after me?’ he asked.

‘Of course, I will. What happens when you are feeling better?’ you asked.

‘Then, we will start our lives over somewhere. We can go anywhere, do anything. Court, get married, maybe even start a family’ he said nuzzling against you.

‘Going a little fast there, but it sounds nice’ you chuckled.  

‘Thanos will be here in half an hour, I guess we should get ready’ you said. Loki groaned, gave you one deep kiss, but got out of the bed. You met the team and everybody got in position. Right before Loki walked to his he gave you an envelope.

‘If, and I’m only saying if, things take an unexpected turn. Promise me you will read it?’ he looked sad and it broke your heart a little.

‘Of course, but nothing will go wrong. We have a good plan, plans actually. And I trust you’ you said and gave him a deep kiss. Loki didn’t say anything, he just smiled at you. The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but he was probably as nervous as you are. You tucked the envelope away safely in your shirt. And waited for something to happen.

There was a blue portal that opened up in the middle of the living room. The rest of the room was completely dark, there was no way that Thanos could see everyone in the room. Thanos scanned the room and his eyes landed on Loki. Loki walked slowly a few steps toward him.

‘Loki of Asgard. Tell me, is it Laufeyson? Or do you prefer Odinson?’ Thanos asked.

You saw Loki grit his teeth, but he did ignore the jest. ‘I have what you seek. The mindstone and in exchange you let me and (Y/N) live’ he said.

‘If you show me the stone first, you have my word. Your word is not something I can trust’ Thanos replied.

Loki pulled the mindstone from out of nowhere, it appeared in his hand. Thanos took a few steps towards him. At that point Clint shot an arrow and Natasha landed on top of him. Thanos groaned and screamed from surprise. Tony flipped the lights on and the whole team, including you started to fight Thanos. Thanos was incredibly strong and had some of the Avengers flying through the room. They hit hard against the wall and it took a few seconds for them to get up and recover. Right before Thor could join the battle Loki roared ‘ENOUGH!’

He made the Tesseract appear in his other hand. The whole team looked in shock and the fighting seized. ‘Thanos I want to strike a new deal’ he began just like planned. ‘I have quite enough of pretending to be in love or helping these so-called heroes. I want what’s mine. Two stones in exchange for a throne, a planet to rule’ he spat.

‘What?’ you asked in fake-tears. You checked if the knife strapped to your thigh was still there, it was. You advanced towards him, like planned. Suddenly Loki cast a freeze spell over you and the rest of the team members that were advancing. ‘WHAT?’ you asked again in panic this time. This was NOT part of the plan. Thanos walked towards Loki who quickly made the stones disappear again.

‘Deal’ Thanos said. He grabbed Loki by his shoulders and the two of them disappeared. As soon as Loki was gone the freezing spell stopped. You fell to your knees in tears. You couldn’t utter a word or a thought. Loki had betrayed you, for real. You were stupid to even trust him. But he made it seem and feel so real. The rest of the team just stood there in shock. After a few moments you remembered the envelope. You quickly pulled it from your shirt. You opened it and folded out the piece of paper:

Love,

When you read this, Thanos and I will have left the scene. Words cannot express the pain I feel for betraying you. But I needed your complete trust and did everything in my power to gain it, for there was no other way. Thanos didn’t take the deal. He was so certain he would get the stones, one way or another. One stone wasn’t worth two lives. But two stones and my service were worth your life. It was the only way to ensure that you would live, so I took that deal. Because of the chip I told Thanos I couldn’t go with him that moment. I had to execute the plan with the Avengers. I would cast a freezing spell and the both of us would go then. Unbeknownst to him, that weren’t the real infinity stones. I gave them to Thor, who will put them safely away in Odin’s vault. In exchange for that he ensured me he won’t take you back to Asgard. I told you that physical copies are draining to sustain, once Thanos finds out I will be too weak to escape. But I will die knowing you’re free and know that in a way I will be too. I hope you find the happiness you deserve. We weren’t always on each other’s side, and the only regret I have is not reaching out to you sooner. I wished we had more time together, but I’m grateful for the time we had.

Forever yours – Loki

You read the letter over and over again. Some of the team members came to stand behind you, also reading the letter. You didn’t care. In the distant you heard Tony and Thor fighting with each other. After a few minutes the team members left, leaving you alone. Suddenly an orange portal opened in the middle of the room. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw Loki walking out of it. He was wearing a shirt, tie, and a brown jacket. His hair was shorter, just above his shoulder.

‘I knew you liked me, but destroying half the universe for me? Guess, I’m a lucky man’ he smirked at you. He didn’t make any sense, but you didn’t care. You ran towards him, he caught you and spun you around. He kissed you, you had to stop too soon because you were out of breath.

‘What are you talking about?’ you asked.

‘Apparently you stealing the stones from Thor and going after Thanos to save me isn’t something the ‘sacred timeline’ liked. Naughty girl’ he grinned.

‘I haven’t done anything? What? How are you even here? Why do you look different? I thought you..’ you said.

‘While you are taking the short cut, I had to take the long way around. You haven’t done anything, yet. You were successful in saving me tough, but in doing you kind of caused half of the universe dying. The TVA didn’t quite like that, hence they hired me to prevent it’ he explained.

‘I’m still so lost’ you said a bit sheepishly.

‘The problem is you cause mass extinction when I die, I apparently cause a time war revenging your death. Something the TVA liked even less. So, I think it is best for everybody if we are both alive in just one timeline. I only have one question’ he said.

You cocked an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

‘Do you choose to come with me?’ he asked.

You still didn’t understand a thing what Loki was telling. But he didn’t have to ask that question twice. Trusting him, you took his hand as he led you through the orange portal. 

A/N: Unfortunately this is where this series ends! I hope you enjoyed reading it and that you liked the ending. The original idea was to end with Loki’s letter, but I couldn’t bring myself to not write a happy ending. If you liked this story and are interested to read more you can click here. Thank you so much for reading it and for all the love, likes, reblogs and compliments <3. It is very appreciated. 

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lost and found - part 6

summary | you are arrested for crimes against the sacred timeline, but there is much more to the tva than you think there is.

pairing | bucky barnes x reader

word count | 7k

warnings | violence, killing, spoilers for the loki tv show!

notes | this is the last and final part !!! woo-hoo we made it everybody thank u for all the support on this series !! it meant the world to me <3333

previous part | masterlist

it was a magnificent sight to behold. the house was more or less broken down, but the background behind it was like something from outer space. a streak of white travelled behind the house, and rocks all around were levitating in mid air.

something so ethereal shouldn’t be true. couldn’t be true. as the three of you walked to the door of the house, you realised that the house was much bigger than it seemed. the door was two times taller than you — maybe even three — and the manor had at least four stories.

the obsidian doors and its frame had golden slashes across it.

wanda dared a step closer to the door. ‘aren’t you going to tell me not to kick the door in?’ she asked, in a small, shaky voice.

‘it never made a difference,’ you shrugged.

‘well,’ she turned to face you and bucky, ‘if you think it’s a bad idea, i prefer you to speak your mind.’

bucky gulped. ‘no. nothing to say.’

‘that’ll be a first,’ she snarked.

bucky shot her a dirty look.

‘oh,’ she whined, ‘just tolerate it, will you, you big baby?’

you sighed.

wanda cleared her throat and faced the door again, taking one step forward, and then one back. she was teetering nervously on her ankles.

‘everything okay?’ you asked.

she sniffled. ‘yeah. just need a moment.’

‘okay,’ bucky nodded.

‘it’s just you, usually—’ you started.

‘respectfully, please shut up,’ she said. ‘i was pruned before you even existed. i have been waiting for this moment for my entire life. i just need a second to get my head straight, okay?’

you nodded. ‘sure, of course.’ you placed your hands behind your back and looked down.

the entrance suddenly opened with a creak. you looked up, but wanda was in the same position as she had been before. the doors had opened of its own accord, it seemed.

the doors opened to a gloomy castle of some sort, with onyx pillars and obsidian flooring. gold slashes were distributed sporadically once again.

there were two stone-faced statues of time-keepers flanking an archway.

the three of you warily stepped inside; grips on your weapons tight, guns loaded, knives unsheathed. the doors slammed shut behind you, almost like a silent warning of ‘no chance of escape now’. kind of like the warnings there’d be at the scary rollercoasters at coney island. the memory brought a faint smile to your face.

‘okay, there it is,’ you said, pointing to the ride a few kilometres ahead of where you and bucky were standing.

bucky squinted to get a better look at it. ‘i don’t know, doll.’

‘oh, please, please, pretty please,’ you said, batting your eyelashes at him. ‘it’s my birthday.’

‘i know, i know,’ he said, with a nervous chuckle. ‘why don’t you go on without me?’

a frown grew on your face. ‘alone?’

the corner of bucky’s lips quirked up, almost as if it were shrugging.

you sighed. ‘fine. wait for me, i suppose.’ you let out a huff. you knew it was selfish to ask him to come along when he was so obviously scared, but you really wanted to spend time with him.

after seeing the frown on your face, bucky pursed his lips in submission. ‘you promise you’re gonna hold my hand?’ he said, scrunching his nose up almost as though he thought agreeing to this was a bad idea. how false.

you grinned. ‘promise.’

‘okay, then,’ he said, with a small smile on your face. ‘anything for you.’

you kissed him. ‘i love you.’

‘i love you too. might be the only reason i’m entertaining this death wish.’

‘reason enough,’ you said, pulling him for another kiss. ‘i love you, i love you, i love you,’ you said, peppering kisses all over his face with each chant of the three words.

he laughed. ‘alright, you’ve already sold me on it. let's go.’

after the ride, bucky had looked sick all day. he didn’t throw up or anything, he just had an uneasy expression on his face and flinched whenever he was in the vicinity of another rollercoaster.

‘remember coney island?’ bucky whispered, nudging you. ‘it’s the same door-shutting-as-a-warning thing.’

you chuckled. ‘that was a good day.’

‘for you, maybe.’

‘oh come on, sarge, do heights frighten the james buchanan barnes?’ you said, stifling your laughter.

‘heights really aren’t part of my job description,’ he joked in a hush-hush voice.

‘are you sure?’

‘can you two lovebirds shut up?’ wanda said, turning around from ahead of you two.

‘sorry,’ the two of you muttered, a smile plastered on your faces.

the moment she turned her back, bucky leant in and told you, ‘she’s just jealous.’

you let out a giggle.

‘i heard that,’ wanda snarled.

as the three of you moved forward, you could barely see anything in the low light. there was another archway ahead of the archway you were close to.

you were about to cross it when boom! an orange clock appeared.

‘hey, y’all!’ you flinched at her sound. you never really noticed how scary she could be.

on instinct, the three of you pulled out your weapons: wanda her sword, bucky his gun, and you your knife.

‘you again?’ wanda said, the realisation sinking in.

‘welcome to the citadel at the end of time.’

‘come on,’ you whispered, nudging all of them to move to the right of where miss minutes was standing.

she turned to face you as you moved. ‘congratulations. y’all had an awfully long journey to get here. he’s impressed.’

‘who’s impressed?’ wanda snarled.

‘he who remains,’ she said, with a smile that sent a chill up your back.

‘and who is he?’ you asked, keeping your voice low.

‘he created all,’ she explained, ‘and he controls all.’ the three of you walked closer towards the hologram. ‘at the end, it is only he who remains.’

she walked to a pillar, and placed her hands behind her back. ‘and,’ she continued, ‘he wants to offer you a deal. he’s been making a few creative adjustments and he’s worked it out so we can reinsert both of y’all back into the timeline in a way that won't disrupt things.’

you and wanda looked at each other, a suspicious glare housing itself in the pupils of your eyes.

‘“wont disrupt things”?’ wanda asked, dubitation prominent in her voice.

‘the tva can keep doin' its vital work and y’all can live the lives you’ve always wanted,’ she said, nodding. well, as much as a mostly two dimensional hologram could, anyway.

‘and what have we always wanted?’ you asked.

miss minutes redirected her gaze to you and bucky. ‘now don’t play coy with me, missy. you know exactly what you want.’

‘what?’

‘you lost your husband, your parents, everything. you versus the world, it felt like, didn’t it?’ you clenched your jaw. ‘how would you like to…’ she strolled around, ‘not lose anyone? live in peace? you can go anywhere you want. and,’ she smirked, and pointed at bucky, ‘you get to take him along.’

god, you hated her. she knew exactly where you were wounded and shot the arrow right there. your breathing got a little more uneven and deep.

‘what about you, hon’?’ she said, turning to wanda. ‘all those years on the run. desperate, alone. how would you like to wake up tomorrow with just a lifetime of happy memories?’

you saw wanda’s lower lip tremble.

‘two y/ns in the same place, happy and flourishing,’ miss minutes continued.

‘none of this would’ve ever happened?’ you asked her.

‘it’s crazy,’ she shrugged, ‘but he could make it work.’

all three of you shared a look.

‘all of it,’ she kept talking, ‘everything. exactly the way you’ve always wanted. and you can have it all. together.’

wanda breathed deeply. sighing, she said, ‘it’s fiction.’ you could hear the tiredness in her voice. you could hear the desperation, the hope. how much she wanted to forget everything she’d been through, but she knew she couldn’t. ‘we write our own destiny.’

‘oh,’ miss minutes chuckled, ‘sure you do. good luck with that.’ you didn’t appreciate the condescendence in her voice. with that, she whisked away into thin air.

‘come on,’ bucky said to the two of you.

🦇 🧳 ☕️ 🏹 🏷

ravonna shuffled through the files in her lap. she turned her head to her table in search of another file she thought she might have missed out on. her eyes landed on a ringed stain. james. it must have been from the last time they shared a drink in her office. it seemed like a million years ago.

her attention from the stain was diverted to the tring sound in front of her.

‘hey, there,’ miss minutes said, as she appeared in ravonna’s office.

‘what took you so long?’ ravonna snapped, as she put down the files she was perusing.

‘sorry. some things had to get worked out, but i'm downloadin' the files you need now.’ she pointed to a tempad with a loading bar on it.

ravonna leant in and picked the tempad up and frowned at it. shaking her head, she said, ‘this isn’t what i asked for.’

‘i know, but he thinks this’ll be more useful.’

ravonna furrows her brows in confusion. ‘who?’

‘happy reading!’ miss minutes waved and shrank away into nothingness.

🚬 🍂 🖋 💡 🔍

the three of you walked ahead, wary of each step taken, on the qui vive.

‘he who remains,’ you said.

‘not for much longer,’ wanda replied, with a whiff of confidence marking her words.

your weapons were raised in front of you yet again.

you entered a chamber of some sort. the same black marble interiors with golden streaks, only this time there were frosted glass windows, chandeliers and more time-keeper statues: one for each corner.

the three of you carefully descended down the short flight of stairs into the room. you walked ahead, hands raised at your sides. bucky followed you, and wanda headed in the other direction.

wanda walked towards a crumbling piece of cement with the same colour scheme. you wiped the dust off of a pillar. examining the relatively abnormal plethora of residue on your hand, you said, ‘are we sure he’s even still alive?’

just as wanda was about to answer you, the deep echoes of a lock clattering sounded throughout the room. the three of you headed toward the door where the sound seemed to be coming from.

as the door slowly creaked open, the three of you were alerted. bucky had his gun pointed at the door, wanda her sword, and you your knife. your shaky breaths punctuated the heavy opening of the door.

the hatch slid open to reveal a man dressed up rather strangely — almost as though he were wearing a costume, sitting on a seat. he was swinging his legs back and forth, but once your gazes landed on each other, he leant in forward in his seat with a wide grin on his face.

he stood up. there was a green apple in his hand.

he raised his hands slightly, as though to tease how on edge the three of you were.

‘this is wild,’ he chuckled. ‘the two of you,’ he pointed to you and wanda, ‘the same person. a little unnatural, but… wow. wild!’ he shifted his gaze to bucky. ‘you! you were supposed to be dead! and you were a tva agent! look at you, fraternising with criminals.’

your weapons stayed pointed at him. he bit into the fruit in his hand.

‘he who remains,’ wanda said, with a growl.

‘he who remains,’ repeated the man, albeit muffled with a mouth full of apple, you presumed. ‘she still calls me that?’ he said, gesturing to nowhere in particular. probably miss minutes. ‘creepy, right? but… i like it.’ he gulped.

wanda lowered her weapon and narrowed her eyes at him. she realised that this man couldn’t possibly be half the threat he was advertised to be.

‘come on,’ he said, his robes shuffling around, ‘come on, let’s talk in my office.’

the three of you gave each other dubious looks, not sure of this man’s intentions. you walked towards him into an elevator, it seemed, and kept the weapons pointed at him.

he looked like he couldn’t be bothered, however, and that was something that perturbed you. he was nonchalantly eating an apple. his shoulders rose with his heavy inhale.

‘not what you were expecting, hm?’

your breaths got shallower.

‘you’re just… a man,’ bucky said. you had expected an extra terrestrial creature, the sorts you had read about in horror novels.

‘flesh and blood,’ he said, rubbing his nose. ‘don’t tell me i’m a disappointment.’

‘no,’ wanda said. ‘just a little bit easier to kill.’ she advanced on him with her sword, but as though he knew what was going to happen, he disappeared and reappeared in a different corner of the elevator. wanda’s sword clanged on the empty wall of the elevator.

you and bucky looked up at the ceiling, where you heard a thud. the three of you skimmed through each crook of the elevator, panting. you heard the bell of the elevator ding, and your heads snapped upwards in alert.

the door slowly opened to reveal he who remains, with a sickeningly wide grin plastered across his face. he was holding a half eaten apple in his hands.

once the door completely opened, he beckoned the three of you into the room the door had opened to.

‘come on in,’ he said. his cloaks billowed behind him as he turned and left. you saw wanda glower at him. you didn’t know about him, but you sure as hell knew you wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a stare like that. it was a threat of assassination looming around, waiting to be executed.

she stormed ahead to the table he was standing at, and you and bucky followed. he was bent over the desk, pouring some sort of beverage from a jug meticulously into a cup. his office had a desk, a large wall with circular frosted glass behind it, a library to the side, and a fireplace somewhere. the whole place was poorly lit.

the three of you warily moved towards him, weapons unswerving in their stance. wanda was closer to him than you and bucky were. that was probably for the best.

‘one,’ you heard the man say, quietly. he switched over to pouring into another cup. ‘two.’ his voice was rather gravelly, you noticed. ‘three,’ he said, filling another cup to the brim. he looked and up and beamed at the two of you. he set the jug down. ‘please,’ he said, gesturing to the three seats in front of his desk, ‘take a seat.’

wanda eyed you, as though to say, should we?

you stepped forward in agreement. bucky was right there at your side.

‘uh…’ he said, placing a cup on the desk in front of a chair where you were supposed to be sitting, presumably, ‘y/n.’ he nodded in wanda’s direction and placed a cup in front of where she was supposed to be sitting. ‘y/n…’ he then placed the cup in front of the last seat. ‘james.’

wanda raised her eyebrows at the two of you. bucky beckoned the two of you to sit in the chairs. you sat in the middle chair, knife pointed at the strange man.

wanda and bucky sat down after you did, and he let out a rather loud exhale.

‘been a long journey for you,’ he said, lounging on his seat. ‘lot of running, lot of pain. and you…’ he looked at wanda, and sputtered his lips in amusement. ‘you’re a flea on the back of a dragon.’ he chuckled. ‘in for one hell of a ride. but you did manage to hang on.’ he hummed and nodded. ‘i guess that counts for something.’

you raised your knife at him. ‘i’m not sure you quite understand the situation. you’ve lost.’ you looked at wanda and bucky. ‘we found you.’

he stared at the three of you for a moment, in confusion. ‘duh. of course you did.’

suddenly, wanda rose from her seat and slashed the knife at the man. unfortunately, he disappeared and reappeared this time too.

with a zap, he was sitting on top of the support of his chair. ‘whew, a swing and a miss.’

wanda released a growl. you looked at bucky with a raised eyebrow, as though to say, how did she make that sound? he seemed to have understood you and shrugged.

he laughed. ‘so, we still doing this, huh?’ wanda retreated from where she was leaning over his desk. he got up from where he was crouching on his chair. ‘let’s get all this out of the way.’

he picked a up a maroon file and brought it to his desk. ‘okay,’ he said as he flipped through it. he snatched out a white sheet of paper. ‘here we go.’ he pulled out two more, and laid one each in front of the three of you. it was almost like a teacher handing out test papers.

the three of you stood up and walked towards the desk to examine the sheets.

‘you can’t kill me because i already know what’s going to happen,’ he said. you picked up the sheet and brought it to your face. where were your glasses when you needed them? ‘see?’

you scoffed at whatever you could see. it seemed to be a screenplay, a script of some sort. only instead of the characters, your names were there. and replacing the dialogue was everything that had anyone had said in this past hour.

‘it’s a parlour trick,’ you said.

‘okay!’ the man snapped his fingers, and started circling the three of you slowly. ‘don’t you wonder how i’m able to get out of the way—’ he shimmied around in his place, ‘—just before you kill me?’

‘no,’ wanda said, ‘it’s because of that little tempad you have there.’ she pointed to the device at his belt.

‘right. but how do i already have it loaded up with everything i need to know to keep from being killed by you three?’ he had a villainous grin on his face, resembling that of a cheshire cat. when none of you said anything in response, he said, ‘it’s easy.’ he placed his hands on his desk. ‘i know it all.’ those words were uttered comically nonchalantly. ‘and i’ve seen it all.’ he sat down back in his chair.

‘everything you guys did on lamentis, i saw,’ he continued. ‘all the stuff the tva didn't know about, i knew.’ his voice was getting more triumphant by the second. ‘all the scheming, all the talking.’ he looked at you and bucky. ‘star crossed lovers united. quite sentimental, very touching stuff, by the way.’

you furrowed your brows. this man was talking about your entire life like it was some… soap on the television. you didn’t like it.

wanda looked at you, and shaking her head in disapproval she turned back to the man. ‘no. no, we broke out of your little game. that’s how we got here.’

‘no,’ he said, victory clinging on to his words. ‘every, every, step you took to get here— lamentis, the void, i,’ he ran his hand vertically through his desk as though to demonstrate a street, ‘paved the road. you…' he held his hands up and pointed them at the three of you. his hands imitated the movement of legs when walking. ‘you just walked down it.’

wanda licked her bottom lip and looked up the ceiling, frustrated. you teetered on your feet restlessly, finding bucky’s hand next to your own. he intertwined his fingers with yours. you looked at him. he offered you the best he could — a small, sad smile.

the man got up, and started perusing through his files again. ‘and i have the rest, um, right here.’ he flipped open something that was either a very thick and sturdy folder, or a small and relatively flat briefcase. he pulled out a thick stack of papers, and placed it in front of the three of you.

‘everything that's, uh... that's going to happen,’ he said. 'there's only one way this can go.’

‘then why are we here?’ bucky said, irritated.

‘oh, come on,’ the man said, seemingly offended by bucky’s harsh tone. ‘you know you can’t get to the end unless you’ve been changed by the journey.’ he used air quotes for that part. ‘this stuff, it needs to happen.’ he said it as though it was the most obvious thing, and something you should have picked up on. ‘to get us all in the right mindset to finish the quest.’ he was definitely putting on a show, a very flamboyant one at that.

‘right,’ you said, narrowing your eyes, dubious of his intentions. you lifted your eyes from where you were examining the scripts. ‘so, it’s all a game. it’s all… a manipulation.’

‘interesting,’ he said, ‘that your head would go to that.’ he leant in closer to you. ‘wanda!’ he yelled, suddenly. it made you flinch. ‘you think you can trust her?’ he faced her.

‘don’t listen to him,’ you muttered.

‘“don’t listen to him”,’ mocked the man. you wanted to punch his face in, so you flexed your fingers from beside you. this man might know it all, but probably didn’t know just how much you hated when men mocked you.

the man sputtered a laugh. ‘do you think you’re…’ he continued talking to wanda, ‘capable of trusting anyone?’

he sat perched atop his desk now.

‘i understand your moral objections to what the tva does.’ well, you think with a scoff, do you? he stood up and brushed down his cloak. ‘and my methods are deceptive.’ he walked in front of you, and sat on the desk there. ‘but the mission, it never was. without the me, without the tva…’ he shook his head, ‘everything burns.’

‘then what are you so afraid of?’ you asked, your voice low.

he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he furrowed his brows, seemingly rummaging around in his brain for something to say. eventually, his eyebrows turned upwards, and he shrugged. ‘me,’ he said, sheepishly.

‘and just who are you?’ wanda asked.

‘oh,’ he stood up from his desk, ‘i’ve been dubbed many names by many people.’ he walked back to his desk. ‘a ruler, a conqueror.’ he snickered to himself as he took a seat in his chair. ‘he who remains,’ he shrugged, ‘a jerk.’ then, sucking in a sharp inhale through his teeth, he said, ‘but it’s not… as simple as a name.’ he made a circular motion on what looked like a watch on his wrist. he knocked something off of it. a piece of clay, it seemed.

the clay transformed into a figurine. a figurine that looked a lot like him.

‘eons ago, before the tva, a variant of myself lived on earth, in the 31st century,’ began the man. ‘he was a scientist,’ the figurine transformed to the man standing with his hand on his chin, confused and examining what seemed to be a miniature replica of the universe, ‘and he discovered that there were universes stacked,’ the discs multiplied and arranged themselves above and below each other accordingly, ‘on top of his own.

‘at the same time, other versions of us were learning the same thing. naturally, they made contact,’ the figures transformed to two of the same man; one of them was standing in a portal. ‘and for a while, there was peace.’ the figures shifted to shaking each other’s hands. ‘narcissistic, self-congratulatory peace. “i love your shoes.” “i love your hair.” “oh man, nice nose.” “thanks, man.” et cetera.’ he stared at the three of you with a grin.

‘they shared technology and knowledge,’ the figures transformed to depict a science laboratory. ‘using the best of their universes to improve the others. however,’ he picked up his green apple and bit into it, ‘not every version of me was so,’ he seemed to be searching for the right word, ‘so pure of heart. to some of us, new worlds meant only one thing, new lands to be conquered. the peace between realities,’ he blew a raspberry with his mouth — a feeble attempt at an imitation of an explosion, ‘erupted into an all-out war. each variant fighting to preserve their universe and annihilate the others.

he tilted his head, teasingly almost. ‘this was almost the end… ladies and gentlemen, of everything and everyone.’

‘and then the time-keepers came and saved us all,’ wanda interrupted, spitefully.

‘amen,’ the man sang it like a church choir would, stretching the word out more than necessary. he joined his hands together, almost as though he was praying, and the little figurines did the same, except they were kneeling.

‘no,’ he chuckled, shaking his head. ‘no. nope, this is where we diverge from the dogma.’ the figurine shifted into the man holding a lamp. ‘that first variant encountered a creature created from all the tears in reality, capable of consuming time and space itself. a creature…’ he bent forward on his desk, ‘…you all know.’

‘alioth,’ you said, quietly.

‘bingo!’ the figurine shifted to the man holding the lantern up again, but this time alioth — a big dark cloud, anyway — was there, in front of the figurine. ‘i harnessed the beast’s power and began experimenting on it.’ he inhaled with a grimace before continuing his story. ‘i weaponised alioth and i ended…’ his fists slammed the desk and his voice got more aggressive, ‘i ended the multiversal war.

‘once i isolated our timeline, all i had to do was manage the flow of time and prevent any further branches. hence,’ he leaned forward and held is hands up in a grand display, ‘the tva.’ it seemed he was anticipating applause. when he didn’t get any, he continued, ‘hence, the time-keepers and a highly efficient bureaucracy,’ he stood up from his seat and hoisted himself up on his desk, ‘hence, ages and ages,’ his voice was getting louder, ‘of cosmic harmony. hence,’ he crouched down to your level, ‘you’re welcome!’

when he didn’t earn a reaction, he swiped the pad of his forefinger on his watch, and the clay figurine disappeared with a spark and a buzz.

‘you came to kill the devil, right?’ he exited his crouch and sat, legs dangling over the front of his desk. ‘well, guess what. i keep you safe,’ he lowered his voice to a hush, almost as though he were telling a child a secret. and if you think i’m evil, well, just wait till you meet my variants.’ he had a sad smile on his face.

when you looked at bucky and wanda with worry laced in your features, the man drawled, ‘and… that’s the gambit.’ he got up, and started flailing his arms around rather unnecessarily. ‘stifling order or cataclysmic chaos.’ he chuckled mirthlessly, and returned back to his seat. ‘you may hate the dictator, but something…’ he exhaled deeply, almost as if to prepare himself for the words he was uttering next, ‘…far worse is gonna fill that void if you depose of him.’

he slid his hand across his desk. ‘i’ve lived a million lifetimes.’ you saw wanda shaking her head disapprovingly, glaring daggers into the man’s face. ‘i’ve gone through every scenario.’ you bent your head in frustration. ‘this is the only way.

‘the tva,’ he started nodding, ‘it works.’

‘or… you’re a liar,’ wanda spat.

the man bent to the side, leaning on his hand. ‘or i’m a liar.’

‘so you just…’ you said, averting your gaze from him, ‘…continue to prune innocent timelines?’

‘mhm. you three would.’

the three of you stared at him with a puzzled look on your faces.

‘there’s two options,’ he said, wagging his fingers. ‘one… kill me, and destroy,’ he waved his hands behind him, at the wall, ‘all of this, so you don’t just have one devil, you have an infinite amount. or… you three. you three run the thing.’

you narrowed your eyes at him. ‘you’re lying.’ it was too good to be true. ‘why would you give up being in control?’

the man clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. ‘buddy… i’m tired. and… i’m older. i’m older than i look. this game is for the young, the hungry. i’ve gone through a lot of scenarios… trying to find the right person take this spot. and it turns out, that person came in three.’ he let out a breathy laugh. ‘but it’s definitely you three.’

you and wanda looked at each other. it seemed the wariness was mutual.

‘so, no more lies,’ the man continued. ‘you kill me, and the sacred timeline is completely exposed. or… you take over, and return to the tva as its benevolent rulers. tell the workforce who they are, and why they do what they do.’ there was a triumphant beam on his face.

wanda glowered at him, a small smirk playing at her mouth. ‘you treated real people’s lives like some kind of game.’ her voice was nothing more than a whisper at this point. a chill ran up your back. you could only hope she wouldn’t do anything too drastic.

the man shook his head in disapproval. ‘it’s not personal, it’s practical.’

‘it was personal to me,’ wanda said, her voice raised.

the man groaned and leaped forward on his desk. ‘grow up! grow up, wanda!’ he was yelling now. ‘murderer. hypocrite. we’re all villains here,’ he chuckled. ‘we’ve all done terrible, horrible, horrific things.’

your gaze snapped back to your lap.

‘but now, we— you…’ he continued, ‘…have a chance to do them for a good reason.’ you couldn’t believe the audacity of this man.

a faint rumble sounded off in the distance. the man stopped talking and tried to hear it. his posture stiffened and worry stained his face like ink on paper.

not making eye contact directly, he said in a weak voice, ‘we just crossed… the threshold.’ he released a shaky laugh, absent of any humour. another rumble of thunder ripped across the room.

the man looked around the room, with a look of perplexity across his features. he picked up a figurine from all the way on the other side of his desk, brought it in front of him, and dropped it from a height.

he hissed through his teeth. ‘so… i fibbed. i fibbed earlier, when i said i know how everything’s going to go. i— i know... i knew,’ he chuckled nervously, ‘everything up to a certain point, and that point was about…’ he took a pause, mentally counting, ‘seven, eight, nine, ten seconds ago.’

the three of you furrowed your brows in worry.

‘but now i have no idea. no idea how the rest of this is going to go.’ he looked around the room once again, then turned to face you with an uneasy smile. ‘i’m being candid.’

you glowered at him. ‘so that’s it?’ when he didn’t say anything, you repeated your question. ‘that’s it? this is what happens at the end of time? and now you're just gonna sit there with all that freedom and... let us decide your fate?’ you had seen some strange things on your way here, but this was somehow, by far, the most peculiar.

he looked up. ‘yes!’ he said, rather loudly. ‘yes, yes, yes!’ he was almost shrieking now. you winced at the sudden enthusiasm. ‘what’s the worst that can happen? you either... take over and my life's work continues.’ you saw wanda’s foot bounce restlessly. ‘or… you plunge a blade in my chest and an infinite amount of me, uh, start another multiversal war. and i just... end up right back here anyways.’ his gaze diverted his feet. he took in a deep sigh, looked up again, and said, ‘reincarnation, baby.’

‘no,’ wanda shook her head with a knowing smile, ‘it’s just another lie.’ your chest rose with a hefty inhale. ‘another manipulation.’ the grip on her sword tightened.

‘oh,’ the man said, ‘no lie.’ he was vehemently shaking his head. ‘no manipulation.’ he sighed. leaning forward, he checked his watch and his brows furrowed. he pulled it off of his wrist.

‘wow,’ he said. he let out a soft chuckle, then placed the watch on the front of the table. ‘i love this. i love… all this honesty.’ he rested his head on his outstretched arm. ‘feels like a fresh start.’

suddenly, wanda sprang up from her seat. before she could impale the man with her sword, you caught hold of her wrist and yanked. she immediately turned around and placed the sword on your chest. she was now pushing you back and walking in your back’s direction.

‘what are you doing?’ she asked.

‘wanda, hang on a moment,’ you said, panting.

‘y/n—’ bucky said, standing up.

you held your hand up to him. ‘it’s ok,’ you mouthed. ‘let’s just talk about it,’ you told wanda, gently placing your hand on her elbow.

she lowered her sword. ‘well, how about we finish what we started, and kill him?’ she pushed you out of the way and walked towards him, but you grabbed ahold of her wrist. she flung her sword at you, but thankfully you dodged the blow.

‘wanda!’ you said, firmly, lifting your knife. ‘what if he’s telling the truth?’

‘so what?’ she snapped.

‘i believe him,’ you said quietly. wanda’s eyes darted to bucky, who softly nodded.

‘do you actually believe that a bazillion… boogeymen will turn up and wreak havoc just because we give people free will? he’s a liar, y/n.’

‘wanda,’ you said, softly, ‘we have seen an inordinate amount of strange things. this might be a little stranger than usual, but are you really willing to jump to such a conclusion after everything that’s happened?’

‘better hurry,’ the man called out from behind, ‘the timeline’s already branching.’

‘so, what are you suggesting?’ wanda exhaled.

‘that we think about it.’

‘and precisely what is there to think about?’

‘weren’t you listening to what he was saying? remove the dictator, and what fills the void?’

wanda’s posture stiffened. ‘this is about bucky, isn’t it?’

bucky’s head snapped up. ‘what?’

‘yeah. you’ll abandon me just to have a happy life with him, won’t you?’

‘wanda—’ you started.

‘no, i don’t blame you. because, after all, what am i, if not a pawn in your game?’

‘wanda, how can you say something like that?’

‘i knew i shouldn’t have trusted either of you.’

‘wanda, the universe is in the balance, everything we know to be true. everything. I know the tva has hurt us both. but what if by taking him out… we risk unleashing something even worse? all i’m suggesting is we just take a minute to think about it. i promise you from my heart this isn't about abandoning you. i could never.’

a small smile grew on wanda’s face. ‘what was i thinking trusting you? has this whole thing been a con? just a ploy to get the throne, and live a happily ever after with your boyfriend?’

‘really? is that what you think of me? after everything we’ve been through?’ you started nodding when she didn’t say anything in response. ‘of course. i’m evil. yeah. my masterplan has come together. you never really trusted me, did you? what was the point, wanda?

‘can’t you see?’ you bent in to her. ‘this is bigger than our experience.’

her lower lip trembled. ‘why aren’t we seeing this the same way?’

‘because you can’t trust,’ you shrugged, a sad smile on your face, and unshed tears in your eyes. ‘and i can’t be trusted, apparently.’

bucky walked closer to you. ‘are you okay?’ he whispered.

you nodded, and rubbed your eyes.

‘then i guess we’re in a pickle.’

‘wanda, wait,’ you said, your breaths getting shallower with each passing second. ‘please, just… try to understand.’

‘there’s nothing to understand, y/n.’

‘look, maybe he’s lying,’ bucky panted, frantically looking back and forth, ‘maybe he’s not. the cost of getting this wrong is too great.’

‘so kill me then. have your happy ending.’

‘wanda,’ you said, gingerly reaching out to her. ‘please. we can figure something out. we always have so far.’

‘don’t you see, y/n? there’s no figuring anything out. either i die, or he does.’

tears welled in your eyes. ‘there’s a between,’ you wiped the unshed tears on the back of your hand, ‘and we’re gonna find it.’

‘y/n,’ bucky said, eyes widened, and voice lowered. ‘i might have something.’

‘what?’

‘what if… we,’ — he swiped his thumb across his neck — ‘him?’

‘didn’t you listen to everything he just said?’ you hissed.

‘i know, but, what’s a multiversal war, right? nothing the folks back at the tva can’t handle.’

‘have you gone mad?’ wanda said.

‘hey, i’m on your side here,’ he said, defensively.

‘no, because what you’re saying is absolute rubbish.’

‘look. what if… we all got what we wanted?’

‘what are you talking about, buck?’ you asked, exhausted.

‘what if… we used the tempad,’ he patted his front pocket, ‘transported to a safe place on the timeline, and wanda stays back to fight him?’

‘that’s just selfish—’ you started, but were cut off by the abrupt sensation of wanda’s hand on your face.

‘that could work.’

‘you just said you didn’t want to be abandoned!’

‘y/n, let’s face it, i’m the only one of any real use here. it was more of a self esteem thing about you leaving me.’

your brows furrowed and your lips parted. you were a tad bit offended.

‘doll, if we pull this off,’ he didn’t continue any further, because he knew you would understand.

‘are you sure we should just… leave you here?’

wanda looked at you with a look of amusement. ‘yeah, i think this might work.’

‘great, great, that’s great. let’s, uh, kill this guy,’ bucky said, standing up.

‘well, have you made a choice?’ the man asked.

‘yeah,’ wanda muttered, in a dangerously low voice. you nodded at her, ever so slightly.

she stepped forward, and lunged out at the man.

‘y/n!’ bucky called. you tore your eyes off of her, and ran toward him. he extended his arm for you to hold on to, and the two of you fell through an orange portal.

it was a street, a rather busy street. but not a single person seemed to have noticed that two strangers had fallen smack-dab into the middle of the road there. a car abruptly halted at the two of them, and you could hear a strange of curse words fall from the mouth of the driver as he asked the two of you stand up and walk away. you hastily complied, brushing the dirt off of your shirt.

you stumbled onto the pavement of the sidewalk. looking around, you noticed something was wrong. very wrong.

‘this isn’t our time,’ you told bucky, desperately clinging onto his shirt.

he was staring at a board on a tall building with a woman singing and dancing on the screen. she was blonde, and had bangs.

he looked down at the tempad in his hand. ‘i keyed in brooklyn, i don’t know what went—’ he examined the tempad more closely, ‘—oh.’

‘what?’

he looked at you, his eyes in a sort of flummoxed daze.

‘bucky, what?’

‘we’re in brooklyn, but the future.’

you softly gasped. as you looked around, you asked, ‘what time is this?’

‘march the tenth, 2021.’

‘happy birthday.’

‘yeah, thanks,’ he said, gulping.

a stranger’s shoulder met yours as they walked past you. ‘watch where you’re standing!’ the woman yelled.

‘we’ll figure it out,’ bucky said. it seemed he was assuring himself more than he was you.

‘yeah,’ you said. ‘of course.’

🏛 🎞 🕯 🎻 🎬

‘incredible,’ the man said, as wanda looked contemplatively at the floor. the watch was still in her hand, but the glowing golden streaks vanished.

she slowly turned around, and tightened the grip on her sword. with a whoosh, she pushed the desk aside; all it took was a simple flick of her arm. there was a murderous look coating her pupils.

the man giggled, akin to a child at a magic show. he sat in his seat, bouncing with glee.

as wanda neared him, she said, ‘aren’t you gonna beg for your life?’

‘um,’ he said, his laughter ceasing, ‘could. could.’

wanda grabbed his neck, and held the sword. when he didn’t say anything, she jabbed it right in his chest.

the man grunted. wanda maintained unwavering eye contact with the man.

‘i’ll see you soon,’ the man whispered, and with a frail wink, he lost consciousness.

wanda took her hand back, and his head hung. he was gone. for good. or not. wanda sunk to the cold, marble ground, and buried her face in her palms. she tried her best to stifle the sobs that followed, but what did it matter? she was alone now. like she was always destined to be.

she tried to register in the magnitude of the situation. it was far too great.

the iridescent, current-like branches outside of the big circular window crackled. they had synthesised new branches. far too many.

the flurry of currents outside the window was nebular.

♟ 🦉 🩰 ⏳ 📜

hunter b-15 observed the constant beeping of the ever growing branches on the monitor.

‘no turning back now,’ she muttered to herself. she watched solemnly, as chaos ensued.

everyone around her slowly grew more alert of the beeping, and proceeded to realise what was going on — or at least, the legible portion of it — with a look of pure, unadulterated horror making its way onto their features.

the monitor had art on it, almost like a tree’s. it was mesmerising to watch — or would’ve been, did it not signify imminent destruction.

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[mandowh0re]

Remember Me

Chapter 2

Summary: While cleaning up the timelines that he broke, Loki meets and inevitably loses the one person that’s understood him in life. But he’s not losing you without a fight.

A/N: Another chapter within a week?? More likely than you think! Beta'd by the ever beautiful @edgyvege. Go show her some love!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2303

Happy Reading!

Loki’s lying in his bed, clutching the book you had loaned him close to his chest.

He finished the book the first night of having it, and he regrets not pacing himself because he still has six days before he can see you again and isn’t sure how to keep himself sane until then. He doesn’t have much to his name anymore, having missed eleven years of his life and his home having been destroyed. So it’s not like he can turn to his favorite books or activities.

The Avengers had reluctantly agreed, mostly out of guilt because of Thor’s previous loss, to let Loki stay in the compound under the condition that he did not leave, did not use his magic unsupervised, and did not cause chaos. It had been an incredibly difficult adjustment, especially on his part, but he was willing to do whatever it took to see you again. So he did not complain even once.

When Loki had returned from timeline 656, the timeline in which he first met you, he was broken but determined. He was on a mission and refused to get distracted until his job was done. He had to find you again. He didn’t know what he was going to do if he didn’t.

So when Mobius agreed to bring Loki to this point of the timeline, he had given Loki the information to be able to find you.

You were his insurance, a way to make sure Loki stayed in his place.

So after two weeks of near perfect behavior and constant sulking from the trickster, Steve and Tony agreed that Loki could leave the compound, though only under Thor’s supervision.

When he first saw you again in that tiny bookstore, he felt like he had been hit in the chest by Thor’s hammer. He thought he was prepared to see you again. Your bright eyes and soft lips were all he could think about the past several months. But apparently, he wasn’t prepared in the slightest.

But you being you, you gave him a sweet smile and kindly helped him find the book you had told him about when the two of you had first met back in timeline 656. Because no matter the timeline, you were always one to help others.

And then you did something he wasn’t expecting. The possibility wasn’t even on his radar. You gave him your own copy to read, telling him it was so he had to come back and see you. He felt his chest constrict in that moment, yet at the same time a spark of hope exploded inside of him. It was something that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Then when you asked him for his name, his heart broke again.

He had forgotten to even give you his name, because he had already known yours. Your name, your scent, your favorite laugh, your body.

He knew it all.

Yet you knew nothing about him. And after telling you his name, he was afraid you’d remember what he’d done to your city all those years ago. That you’d be afraid of him and reject him, just like most everyone else in his life. He wouldn’t blame you. He believed himself a monster, just like everyone else did.

But he kept himself from spiraling into his dark thoughts with the sole knowledge that the version of you in timeline 656 wasn’t scared of him. Not even before he explained to you what had really happened.

No, you had accepted him, helped him, and eventually loved him.

He could only hope that this version of you could do the same.

***

The day you met Loki, you were a bit shell shocked.

He left almost immediately after telling you his name, and you watched as he met up with a much larger blonde man before walking away. It took your brain one too many seconds to realize the blonde was Thor, making Loki the actual Loki. The Loki that reigned chaos and destruction to your beloved city all those years ago.

A few pieces of information struck you throughout the day, startling you each time:

Number one; you had actually hit on a literal god. The God of Mischief, no less.

Number two; he actually flirted back! What the fuck?

Number three; he never asked for your name.

And number four; you weren’t scared of him. More than that, you weren’t even angry with him.

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why. Why he didn’t intimidate you. Why you felt as if you understood him. Or why you felt like you knew him, more intimately than just having heard of him. You had only spoken to the man once, for crying out loud.

The week passes by incredibly slowly, and every time you think about your interaction or of seeing Loki again, butterflies come to life in your belly and a smile slowly comes across your face.

But today is finally the day.

It’s a quarter past eleven when the door to the shop opens, the small wind chime signaling someone had entered. You look up from your current read and see Loki taking a few short steps to the counter. He’s dressed to the nines again, wearing a dark grey suit with minimal green accents.

He looks positively delicious, and you curse yourself for letting that thought slip. You slide your bookmark into your novel before setting it on a small shelf behind you.

“Hey! You came back!” You say, your voice a few pitches higher than usual. You really weren’t expecting him to actually return the book himself. In fact, you weren’t sure what you expected at all.

He nods, “Of course, darling. I wanted to see you again,” his voice is deep and his eyes are trained on yours, “And discuss the book, obviously,” He lifts the loved copy in his hand, held between his nimble fingers.

Warmth blooms in your chest and you smile shyly. Your eyes flicker to the window where you saw Thor waiting last week.

“Where’s your chaperone?”

Loki raises a brow, glancing to the window next to him.

“I saw Thor meet you when you left last week.”

Realization dawns on Loki’s face, “Ah, yes. I must be accompanied by my brother at all times outside of the Avengers Compound. It is a term of my arrangement.”

“Arrangement?” You ask, cocking your head slightly.

For a moment, Loki falters. He’s said too much, explaining his situation could cause more questions to arise, and he did not need that right now. Because how in the nine realms would he answer them?

So instead of answering, he sets the book on the counter in between the two of you and smiles, “Nothing for you to concern yourself, dear. I would much rather talk about the blatant misinformation contained in this book.”

His tone is light and playful, so you laugh and pull the book closer to you, “Misinformation? You mean to tell me that you didn’t give birth to a horse?”

Loki rolls his eyes, “Gods, no! I did no such thing. Nor am I the father of Fenrir, Jormungandr, or Hela.” He makes a disgusted face.

“That’s a shame,” You fake pout, “You just ruined my favorite book for me.”

He scoffs, “Darling, I am the living, breathing version of the character in your book. How could a novel be more interesting than the real deal?”

You look at him, a mischievous glint in your eye, and Loki feels his heart jump in his throat. He’s seen that look before. The way your nose crinkles just slightly, causing your eyebrows to scrunch, barely noticeable. There’s a sparkle in your eye, one that tells Loki every time that you’re up to no good.

It was one of the many reasons he fell so hard for you.

“You’re very handsome, I’ll give you that. But I just think Book Loki has more layers. Ya know?”

Normally, if you had made a comment like that, Loki would have pinned you against a wall and put you in your place.

But that was another time. One that Loki desperately hoped would come to him once more.

“Well, I think that if you come to know me better, you shall see I am much more… Complex than you humans have made me out to be.” His voice has lowered a few tones, sweet and smooth like honey.

He’s closer now, leaning over with his forearms on the counter, and you feel a warmth spread across your belly. You curse yourself and discreetly press your thighs together.

But unbeknownst to you, Loki knew every single one of your mannerisms, quirks, and habits. And by default, he saw the little movement you made, and had to use his glamour to hide the way his body reacted.

Conversation flowed from there, banter flying back and forth, your quick wit almost matching his.

It somehow felt normal to you. Comfortable. It was bizarre and pleasant at the same time.

But for Loki, it was just a painful reminder of what he lost so many months ago.

Before he knew it, there was a single knock against the front window, signaling that his time was up. The both of you glanced up to see Thor, dressed in jeans and a casual cotton jacket, peeking inside.

Loki sighs, “While I wish I could stay longer and chat, I fear I must take my leave.” He stands from the chair you had pulled up next to you and straightens his jacket.

Your heart drops slightly, not wanting him to leave, and you stand with him.

“Well, how about I give you another book to read?”

“I was already planning on coming back,” He smirks, tilting slightly downward, “But I shan’t turn down a chance to read a book.”

“Good, because I love this one too.” You tell him, grabbing the book from your stash. You rip a piece of receipt paper from the small printer and quickly scribble on it, then tuck it into the front cover.

“And my name is Y/N, by the way. I didn’t get a chance to tell you last week.”

Loki smiles and takes the book from you, walking towards the door.

“Well, Y/N, it has been a pleasure. I shall see you again next week.”

***

“Brother, I see you have another book.” Thor says as he moves to walk alongside Loki, who was already reading the book summary.

Loki only makes a hum of acknowledgment, but doesn’t say anything.

They walk in silence towards the secluded alley where Loki can transport them back to the compound without curious eyes.

The silence is comfortable, yet eerie. Thor is still recovering from the shock of having Loki back, though it wasn’t the same Loki he lost on that forsaken ship.

And Loki… He’s just trying to wrap his head around everything that has happened. Everything he missed because he jumped from 2012 to 2021. He didn’t get to say goodbye to Frigga. He didn’t get to have a last look at Asgard. And now the one woman Loki is sure he cannot live without, doesn’t remember him.

They get back to the compound without incident, and Loki heads back to his room like he always does, choosing to interact with the Avengers as little as possible, lest there be a fight.

He tilts his head up slightly, eyes screwed shut and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, “Friday, is it? Where is the spider child?”

“Peter is in the penthouse. Would you like me to relay a message to him?”

Loki bites his lip. Is he really going to do this?

Yes, he supposes he is.

“Can you ask him to come to my quarters?”

“Of course.”

Loki paces, waiting for Peter. After several minutes, there’s a tentative knock at the door.

“Come in.”

It opens slowly, revealing a confused Peter.

“Hey, Friday said you asked for me?”

“Yes.” Loki nods, then hands the boy a small piece of paper.

The same paper you put into the book earlier in the day.

Peter, now fully in the room, takes the paper and shoots a curious glance at Loki, before reading.

~

I don’t know if you have a cell phone, or even know what one is.

But if you do, feel free to text or call me :)

555-555-5555

-Y/N

~

“If you tell anyone about this, I shall have your head.” Loki hisses, but there’s no heat behind it. Peter is one of the few humans Loki cares about dearly. The little shit had somehow managed to weasel his way into Loki’s notoriously cold heart within the first week.

And Peter knew this.

“Yeah, yeah,” He smirks, “Why are you showing it to me in the first place?”

“While I know what a cell phone is, I am unsure about how to acquire one. That is where you come in.”

Peter’s eyes light up, “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”

Loki crosses his arms, fearing he may come to regret this.

***

“What do you want?”

“It’s been a while. Nice hearing your voice.”

“The feeling isn’t mutual.”

“Ouch.”

“Answer my question.”

“I want you to join us, of course. Thought that was clear by now.”

“Fuck off.”

“Well, figured I’d try... Anyways, I received word that Loki is back on Earth.”

“Not sure why you think I care, or how this concerns me.”

“I would like for you to bring him in.”

“I don’t work for you. Use your own goons.”

“He’s protected by Thor, and the Avengers by default. But you could easily-”

“Like I said. I don’t work for you. Why don’t you try intimidating one of your other experiments?”

“Star-”

“That’s not my name. Goodbye.”

***

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[fic-for-fic-sake]

Hot

A/N: This is kind of a sequel to Cold, a fic I wrote some time ago. But it can also be read as a oneshot as this one is with Loki and not Steve and Bucky. 

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Fluff

Since the moment you were captured, your experience with the TVA had been...unpleasant...to say the least. First they accost you and take you to their ridiculous “court room”. Then, they accuse you of “endangering the ‘sacred timeline’” (whatever that meant). You had thought that their final nail in your coffin would have been when they made you start working for them to help solve cases. That was, until, you were assigned a partner. 

You really didn’t have a problem working with people, but this particular person was certainly well and truly above your paygrade, and you weren’t even getting paid. The moment Mobius notified you that you would be working with Loki Laufeyson, the newest Variant on the scene, you knew it was going to be hell. 

You and Loki had discovered the possible hideout of one of his alises. Mobius, being thrilled, had put in the paperwork required for you and Loki to go into the timeline and track the Variant until they made their move. Your emotioned had warred inside of you. You were elated to finally be able to leave the TVA, if even for a little while, but annoyed that Laufeyson would be coming with you. You had strong feelings for Loki, but you couldn’t yet determine if they were positive or negative. 

You and Loki now found yourself residing in an old shack in the middle of Louisiana. 

“This has to be some kind of mistake, where are our real lodgings?” Loki questioned, shrugging off his jacket due to the oppressive heat. 

“There’s no mistake, this is it.” You stated, looking at the coordinates Mobius had given you before you left. Without further ado you pushed the old wooden door open, the rusty hinges protesting noisily, and made your way inside. 

The bottom floor contained the bare bones of what was considered “liveable”. It had a somewhat warped table, three old wooden chairs that look on the verge of collapse, an oven that belonged to a different decade, a sad looking metal sink, and a sorry excuse for a bed. You scanned your eyes around the room until you found a set of stairs that you made your way towards. You made your way towards the lofted part of the cabin to find a second, smaller, bed and a short side table. 

You made your way back downstairs to find Loki sitting on one of the chairs with case files already out on the table. You walked past him and made your way to the door of the cabin, preparing yourself to go back outside. 

“Where are you going? We just got here.” asked Loki. You looked over your shoulder to find his eyes not on you, but rather still on the case files. As if giving you eye contact was worth too much effort. 

“I don’t see a refrigerator and this place looks like it’s been abandoned for years, so I’m going to get some food, I’m starving.” You explained. 

With a mere flick of his wrist a beautiful display emerged from a shimmer of green. While the table had just moments ago been occupied by only case files, now food was also there. Sumptuous fruit was piled high in several bowls along with carafes of both wine and water. Various breads and cheeses were sitting in beautifully carved wooden baskets and a plethora of desserts sat on a triple tiered platter. Your mouth salivated just looking at it. 

“I thought your magic didn’t work.” You said, stupefied, as you walked over to admire the grapes that were closest to you. 

“Thankfully that silly rule only applies within the confines of the TVA, as you can see, we are no longer in that infernal place so I am free to use my magic as I please.” He replied with a devilish grin. As if to accentuate his point, he produced a glass goblet out of thin air and filled it with wine from a carafe. He did all this with the natural grace of someone born in the aristocracy. Proving that he was, truly, a prince. 

You took the goblet he offered you and sipped the ruby wine within. You hated to admit it but he had good taste in wine. Without another word between the two of you, you delved back into your work, planning out your route for tracking the Variant based on their patterns. 

When you finally checked your watch you were dismayed to find out that it was past midnight! If you wanted to get an early start on the Variant tomorrow, you both had to go to bed quickly. Pushing yourself away from the table you made your way towards the stairs and to the bed in the loft that, for the meantime, was yours. 

Laying on the uncomfortable bed in your pajamas, the full weight of the heat pressed against your skin like an uncomfortable pressure. You took the sheets off of your body but it was no use. You could already feel beads of sweat making their way across your forehead. Trying to focus on something else, you closed your eyes and attempted to sleep. 

With a frustrated sigh you rolled over and checked your watch. When you saw that the time now read 1:30AM you let out a frustrated sigh. You wiped at your forehead and your hand came away drenched in your perspiration. 

Your sudden disturbances must’ve annoyed Loki who called out into the darkness, “Go to sleep Y/N, your constant shuffling around is bothersome.” 

“I can’t sleep.” You replied in a huff. 

“What do you mean you can’t?” 

“I mean the heat is unbearable and I feel like I’m drowning in my own sweat.” You snapped back at him. You were too tired and too hot to care about being polite. 

Talking so much had made you realize how dry your throat was so you went out of the loft to get whatever water was left over from dinner. You found your way to the table in the semi-dark and filled a goblet with water and silently drank. You had your back to Loki in the darkness but you knew him well enough to know that he was watching you, intently. 

You finished your goblet, placed it on the table, turned around, and found yourself at a complete lack for words. Loki was standing in front of you, with an expression you couldn’t quite place on his face. The longer he stood there the longer you had to take in his body. He wore only black pants which allowed you to view, with only the moon as your source of light, the broad expanse of Loki’s chest. Creamy white skin that showed off his every muscle. 

You found your eyes roving over his long arms to his slender hands. You followed the moonlight as it showed the hollows of his throat and the slight raise of his clavicle bone. His black hair was as unruly as ever as his green eyes pierced your gaze. 

Slowly, he walked over to you and took your hand in his. He turned it over and slowly brought your hand up to his lips. Still locking eyes with you, he pressed his lips to the pulse point on your wrist and you gasped as a cold sensation overtook your body. 

“What did you do?” You whispered as another cold wave pleasantly went through your body. 

“I was born as a frost giant on Jotunheim, I can cool you.” He replied smoothly, as he gently tugged on your wrist, moving you closer to him. He pressed his palm against your cheek and gently stroked with his thumb. You felt as if a cool breeze had washed over you. “See?” He murmured. 

He brought his other hand up and placed a finger under your chin, gently guiding your head up to meet his eyes. “Would you like to sleep in my bed?” He inquired, almost innocently. But you hadn’t missed the glint in his eyes, the implication of what that would mean. 

You were so dazzled by him that you simply nodded your agreement before he scooped you up in his arms and deposited you on his bed. You felt his hard chest behind you as he curled up against you, sliding one arm around your stomach to pull you closer still. He gently blew cold air into your neck and you were in such a state of bliss that you passed out almost immediately. The Louisiana heat all but forgotten.

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Folklore [song series]

peace

Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years

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[a/n: sorry for the wait. it was my birthday last weekend so i was just chilling. but here it is, just in time for the anniversary of folklore's release. the final chapter of my folklore song series. i started this last fall, and it's now the end. thank you to all who read the story and commented and showed it love. you don't know how much that means to me, that people liked it so much. thank you for joining this journey with me, and I hope the ending is a nice little bow to finish it off]

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Age: 27

Year: July 2021 [two weeks after engagement]

Location: New York

Two weeks after their engagement, Steve and Elizabeth were still living off of the high from their engagement.

They were currently spending some time in New York. Liz had just graduated from law school that spring, while Steve was still working at the same architect firm. That was actually also why they were in New York.

The company was opening another branch in New York. Steve was offered a promotion, but it would only be available at the New York office.

In the few years since Steve graduated, he's been excelling in the architect world. He's really made a name for himself. Last year he was named the "hottest" up and coming architect. Ever since then he's been very busy. His boss gave him the month off, to propose to Liz, and to take a tour of the new office.

Steve told Liz that they'd only move back if that's what she really wanted. Especially since she just finished law school, and she still needs to take the state bar exam. She would need to figure that out soon, because the NY state bar exam date was closing in on her.

She and Steve decided a month in NY would help them both decide if moving back would be best. If they did decide to move back Steve would already have job waiting for him. Liz on the other hand might not.

Luckily for her, Loki was currently working at a law firm in NY. He was able to get her an interview while she was in town. He couldn't promise her a position, as there were a lot of people up for the job, some had even interned there. But Liz still went to the interview giving it her best.

Loki and Scott moved to NY two years ago, both their jobs taking them there. They ended up eloping right before their move, two years after Thor and Wanda got married.

Thor and Wanda had officially been married for four years. They were also considering the move over to the east coast. Both of their families lived out there and it just made more sense to them, especially with them trying to start a family.

Family was a massive pro for Steve and Liz as well. Moving back would mean seeing their loved ones a lot more. Especially now with Poppy about to turn six, part of them felt like they were missing out on their goddaughter's life. Steve also missed Bucky.

Bucky was doing really well in his career. He's currently working as a sound engineer for a movie studio. A big step up from the local recording studio he started in.

He was currently looking for a place to move to in Manhattan. Now that Poppy was about to be six, and she was already going to school in the city, it was time they officially made the move.

Actually he's no his girlfriend had decided to move in together.

Dr. Jane Foster is a pediatric fellow. She was in her first year of fellowship at a private practice in Manhattan.

Bucky and Jane met three years ago, through Sam Wilson. Bucky was hesitant at first to date, because he's a single father, and his main priority has always been Poppy since the day she was born. But

Sam had convinced Bucky to go on just one date. One date was all it took. Bucky was immediately hooked. Same went for Jane.

Jane was incredibly understanding of Bucky's situation. And it also helped that she loved children.

Jane met Poppy four months into the relationship and since then everything has been going great for the three of them. Jane instantly fell in love with Poppy and Poppy loved Jane a lot. Bucky had truly never felt happier. When he was alone with his girls he felt complete. When Bucky brought up the idea of officially making the move, he and Jane made the decision to move in together. They were practically already living together at that point. They were all very excited about this next step in their relationship.

Steve and Elizabeth were watching Poppy for the day while Bucky and Jane worked. They decided to spend their day in the city, walking around what could possibly be their new neighborhood. Poppy was loving having them around, and talking up their ears about school and all the friends she has made.

Around lunch time Poppy started to get hungry and sleepy. They decided to stop at a café and get some lunch.

Liz went inside while Steve and Poppy sat outside. Poppy ended up falling asleep on Steve while they waited for Liz. Steve found himself thinking about the possibility of living there.

Truth be told part of him did want to move back. He genuinely missed the New York City way of living. As he relaxes into the sounds of the city, he hears his name being called out. He looks straight ahead, looking for whoever called him, or if they were calling another Steve. As his eyes scanned the crowd, he met the eyes of the last person he would ever think he would see again.

He was completely shocked.

"Peggy?" Steve questioned, as the woman stopped in front of the table.

"I thought that was you," she smiled, "Wow. You most certainly aren't 17 anymore."

Peggy checks him out, as he stayed in his seat. She wasn't being subtle about it either.

Steve cleared his throat, noticing the way Peggy was eyeing him up and down, "Well it has been a decade wince we've last seen each other."

Peggy glances at the sleeping Poppy in his lap.

"Is this your daughter?" She asks pointing at Poppy, then glancing at his left hand noticing there wasn't a ring on his finger.

"Oh, no. This is my goddaughter. She's actually Bucky's," Steve tells her.

"No way," she gasps, surprised by this information. At that moment Elizabeth walks out of the cafe with a number plaque for the table.

"Oh my gosh! Elizabeth?" Peggy greeted.

"Peggy?" Liz asked confused at this older version of Peggy Carter.

"Yeah," she smiled.

Elizabeth put the number plaque on the table, Peggy catches the shimmer of her engagement ring.

"Oh wow! Congratulations," she says grabbing Liz's left hand, "You have a really beautiful daughter. I'm so happy for you and Bucky. High school sweethearts, making it til the end."

Liz was confused, she looked at Steve, hoping he could get them out of this awkward, and slightly uncomfortable situation.

"Um actually, this isn't her daughter, and she's not engaged or married to Bucky," Steve says, "We're actually the ones engaged."

Peggy was taken by surprise at this brand new information, not expecting to hear those words come out of Steve's mouth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. My mistake," she apologizes, embarrassed.

"Well Congratulations," she awkwardly says, glancing at her watch, "I better be on my way. But hey here's my card. I moved back a couple of months ago. But we should all get dinner and catch up. There's clearly a lot I have missed."

She hands Liz the business card and walks away.

"Well that was random," Steve awkwardly laughs.

"What are the odds," Liz says sitting across from Steve, "Didn't even know she was back."

Liz cleared her throat and tried to focus on the city around her.

Con: Peggy Carter.

Steve and Elizabeth continued on with their day. At the end of the day, they dropped Poppy off at Jane's apartment and headed to their hotel.

Throughout their day there was a slight tension between the couple, it didn't go unnoticed by the both of them. Neither could figure out what the tension was. They both knew it had to do with the sudden appearance of Peggy Carter.

They laid in their hotel bed, each with a book in their hands. Their nightly read.

Elizabeth had a hard time focusing on what she was reading. She tried to force away thoughts of Peggy Carter out of her head. She flipped the page and stopped when she noticed her engagement ring. She took a long stare at it.

"Do you regret it?" She asks, turning her head towards him.

"Regret what?" He asks putting his book down and turning to face her.

"You and Peggy breaking up," she says, "Do you regret it?"

Steve is taken back by Liz's question.

"No," he shakes his head, "I don't regret it."

"Do you ever wonder what you're life would've been like had she stayed?"

Steve ponders over the question, "Truthfully? No. Once we said our final goodbyes in London, that was it. I never once gave it another thought. I closed that chapter as soon as I boarded my flight. Not that the breakup didn't hurt. Because it did. I just knew then that she wasn't my future. I never thought I would see her again."

"But you did," Liz quietly says.

"Yeah, which was weird," he says.

"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted out of the relationship to be with her," she says tearing up.

"What? No," Steve quickly says, sitting straight up, "I don't want that."

"I just mean, if you wanted to. I would completely understand. She was your first love."

"Yes, she was. But I don't love her," he says, "I know this is only coming up because we saw her today, and there's been this out of awkward tension in the air ever since. But I don't want to be with Peggy."

Liz glances down at her engagement ring again, trying to hide the tears of insecurity rolling down her face.

"Look at me," he softly says, placing his hand over her's, "I love you and only you. I asked you to marry me because you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. You and only. Peggy doesn't mean anything to me. I haven't even thought of her since high school. You mean more to me than anything in this world. Especially more than some high school ex-girlfriend. You, Elizabeth are my entire world."

"Why would you even think that?" He gently asks

"Just seeing her and the way she looked at you before she realized we were engaged," she says, "She wanted you. Then my mind started to wonder if maybe that was a sign for you two to get back together. And maybe you'd realize you regret proposing to me."

"There isn't an ounce of regret in me that makes me feel like I'm making the wrong decision," he assures her, "There is no one else for me. You are it. Proposing to you wasn't for confidence. Proposing to you was the only thing I've ever felt so sure of. It was the only thing I've ever done that I didn't second guess. You are the only thing I've ever felt so sure of."

"This," he grabs her and and gestures between the both of them, "Is where I want to be for the rest of my life. This brings me a peace like no other. You are my peace."

Age: 27

Year: May 2022

Location: Somewhere in Upstate New York

"You are my peace," Steve sniffles, as he holds Elizabeth's hands, tears flowing down both of their faces as they stood up in front of their closest friends and families, reciting their vows.

"I don't think I would be where I am today without you and your continued support. I meant what I said years ago about following you wherever you went. All I ever want is to be by your side. Nothing else has ever meant to me as you do. My future doesn't exist if you're not apart of it. Nothing matters if I don't have you. Since the day we met, twenty years ago, I knew you would play such an important part in my life. We clearly aren't the same people we were then. Yet over the many years you haven't strayed away from being this kind supportive, understanding person. To know one day our future kids will have that as a mother, overwhelms me with joy and love. They will be the most luckiest kids in the world.

"You are it for me. You are my world. I know everyone says weddings and getting married is the start of a new chapter, but it doesn't really feel lie that for us. It just feel like our story is continuing. There's no end in sight. And I'll make sure of that, by being supportive, kind to you for the rest of our lives. There won't be a time where you ever have to question my love for you. Because Elizabeth Sanchez, you are love."

Elizabeth has tears streaming down her face. She didn't' care how she looked. The only person that mattered was the man standing before her, professing his never ending love for her.

The pastors signaled her, that it was now her turn to speak.

"I figured I'd try and keep it short and sweet, because you know exactly how I feel about you Steve," she begins, "There's only one thing I want to say, more so I want to thank you. Thank you for giving me love. An unconditional love that never seems to fade. Since day one of our relationship. You've been patient. You always say I'm the supportive one, but you fail to see that you are too. Even more than me. You've always been willing to drop everything, not just for me but for all the ones you love. Anyone who has Steve Rogers' love, should count themselves as being incredibly special. I am the luckiest pet one out of them all because I get to be the recipient of your love every single day. I am the one who gets to spend the rest of their life calling you my husband. My partner. My life. You've shown me a love like no other. So thank-you Steve, for loving me."

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Reality Check - Chapter 8 Part 2

“We’ll take care of it from here, L/N.  You aren’t allowed back in.” Hayward said. 

“What do you mean I’m not allowed back in?!” You yelled, frustrated.  You spent all day talking to him just for him to tell you that there’s no plan where you go back. 

“I can’t risk having you under Maximoff’s magic again.  For all we know she’ll use you to destroy us.  You’re done here.” 

“But I have the best chance of going back in.” 

“I don’t care.  Woo, escort her out of here.  I don’t care where she goes but she can’t stay here any longer.” 

Jimmy nodded solemnly, holding out a hand to you.  Still angered by Hayward’s words you stood up from your chair abruptly, pushing Jimmy’s hand out of the way.  “You don’t get to make that choice for me.  I’m going to find out what’s going on inside the hex.” 

Hayward glared at you before raising a hand to his earpiece, muttering something you couldn’t hear.  He left the room as two guards came in, grabbing you by the elbows.  “You can’t do this!” You yelled out to Tyler.  “I will find my way back into Westview!” 

The guards began leading you down the halls as Darcy, Monica, and Jimmy all watched.  They didn’t know what they could do to help you.  You watched the hallways carefully, making sure you knew exactly where you needed to go once you broke free from them.

They led you outside, towards one of the trucks.  They threw you in before you could do anything, locking you into place with a set of handcuffs.  You huffed at them as they moved to the front of the vehicle.  One of the men sat behind the wheel, adjusting the mirror.  “Where are you taking me?” You asked them.  

Their answer sent shivers down your spine.

“To a place you won’t be able to come back from.” 

~

The drive was long, about two hours if you counted the seconds correctly.  The place they were talking about looked like a prison.  The walls were easily forty feet high, glaring down at you as if you were merely an ant.  The men dragged you into the building, leading you down yet another hallway.  You half expected a light to flicker on the way.  

The end of the hallway had a large desk with a woman sitting behind it.  She glared up at you from her seat, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.  “Is this the mutant you were telling me about?” She asked, almost disgustedly. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Bring her in, take her to the confinement room,” She sighed and handed one of the guards a key.  

“The what room?  Do you people even work for S.H.I.E.L.D?” You turned to look at them, seeing their empty expressions. They nudged you, forcing you to walk down a new hallway.

“We work for S.H.I.E.L.D, but we work for another agency as well.” 

“Another agency?  Dare I call you H.Y.D.R.A agents?” You tried to keep your brave face on, but it was hard knowing that you were being taken somewhere you didn’t know by people you didn’t know.

“A group even more powerful than H.Y.D.R.A ever was.  We handle mutants like yourself more specifically.  Haven’t you noticed that you’re completely drained of your power right now?  The cuffs are made to fit you perfectly, drain you of any energy you may have.” Your eyes widened in fear.

“So what’s the point in having me?” 

“Right now?  We’re just here to make sure you don’t mess up the timeline.” 

“How would I mess up the timeline?  The Avengers worked with time travel weeks ago and now you’re saying we could still be altering timelines?” 

“Precisely.  In fact, you could be altering it even more than you ever realized.  With your powers, if you were to come into contact and team up with the Scarlet Witch again, you could corrupt the entire multiverse.” 

“Multiverse?  The Scarlet Witch?  I don’t even know what you’re talking about right now!” You exclaimed.  

“It’s for the best you don’t then.  Don’t worry.  We’ll only keep you here until The Scarlet Witch is revealed.  It shouldn’t take too long.  We’ll see you soon, L/N.”  They pulled off your handcuffs and shoved you into a room.  Before you could race out of it, they locked the door.  

The room seemed to be made out of a metal.  It was all just metal, cold, and eerie.  A bed was in one corner, a desk with very few books, and a toilet and sink were on one side.  The other side had a chest, you assumed it was probably filled with blankets or pillows.  Whatever the room was made of, it had to have been made out of the same metal as the cuffs.  You still felt drained by it. 

“What do I do now?” 

~

A week had passed and you found yourself sitting by the desk, reading a book.  You felt like you were going insane there.  A man would bring you food twice a day, giving you a small smile each time he did.  You merely glared at the man and waited until he was gone before you would eat.  It was always something a small.  A sandwich, an apple, maybe a bottle of water.  It was always on paper plates and paper napkins, ensuring you wouldn’t have anything sharp or heavy. 

“Good news,” The man greeted you one day.  You watched him with a careful eye.  “The timeline is almost restored, meaning you’ll be free soon enough.  It should only be another day or two.  I enjoyed our time together, even if you don’t.  Many of the people who show up here are less than pleased and they would insult me quite a bit.  I would prefer a nice conversation, after all I am just the messenger, but I’ll take what I can get.”  He placed the plate down.  A granola bar and a ham and cheese sandwich.  Predictable. 

“Hopefully tomorrow is the last day we’ll see each other.  I look forward to it,” He smiled once more before leaving.  

You looked down at the plate, picking at the granola bar.  What were you to do now? 

~

The next morning you woke up, waiting for the man to appear once again.  He was a friendly face at least.  Given you hadn’t seen anyone else all week you were almost kind of glad to see somebody each day.  You were positive you would start hallucinating at this rate.  

The door opened for the first time today, but it wasn’t the man you were waiting for.  It was a different man.  One you hadn’t seen in a week.  His mischievous grin was as wide as ever, his black hair was pulled back behind his ears.  He wore a Gucci suit.  Of course he did.  

“Did you miss me, darling?” He asked, raising his arms up as if he expected you to run to him. 

You looked at him with wide eyes.  “How are you here?” You asked him. 

“What do you mean?  I know I’m dead in this timeline but surely you knew it was me inside the Scarlet Witch’s reality,” He chuckled. 

You stood up, walking to him slowly, scanning his face for any kind of flaw.  Any indication that someone was pretending to be him.  “The Scarlet Witch’s reality?  Don’t you mean Wanda’s?” 

“Wanda, Scarlet Witch, same person, just different names.  Now, I’m a little disappointed to hear that you couldn’t see through my illusion, but I can’t say that I’m surprised.  You were never one for noticing it after all.” 

“You were in there all along?” You asked breathlessly.  

“Of course I was!  Scott was never a man who lived in Westview.  He was merely someone I made up so I could be close to you.  I needed to help set the timeline straight.  The T.V.A would have had my head if I couldn’t do it.” 

“Who’s the T.V.A?” 

“The Time Variance Authority.  They’re the ones who locked you up here, despite my arguably great reasons why they shouldn’t,” He spoke bitterly.  “But, I had to help them with this timeline.  I’m from a different timeline.  One where Thanos hasn’t snapped away half of the universe.  I escaped using the Tesseract.” 

A lightbulb seemed to flicker on in your head.  Of course it was him!  Bruce told you about what had gone wrong during the “Time heist.”  He mentioned how Loki managed to escape in 2012.  “You’re working for them?” 

“Not anymore,” He winked.  “I extracted some of the Scarlet Witch’s magic before she took off with the Darkhold.” 

“Wanda has the Darkhold?!”  You almost screeched.  Through your readings on Asgard you learned of the dark magic the Darkhold possessed.  It was known for corrupting people’s minds when read.  Considering your friend was already unstable enough to create a false reality you were terrified by what she could do if she had the book. 

“Shh!” He hushed you quickly.  “There are still people in the building.  But yes, she does.  Don’t worry, I’ve seen the rest of this timeline.  She’ll be alright with help from the Sorcerer Supreme.  But you hold no important place in this timeline anymore.” 

“What do you mean by that?” You asked. 

He walked up to you, close enough to place a hand on your waist comfortingly.  “Y/N,” It brought tears to your eyes to hear him say your name once more.  “I want you to come with me.” 

“Where would we go?” 

“Anywhere.  We can go anywhere you’d like.  This timeline, another, somewhere on Midgard or somewhere far away from it.  But I’m asking you to run away with me.  I know you may be frightened by the idea, especially because I’m not the same Loki you used to know, but I don’t want to live without you.  This is our chance to finally have a life together.  Free from Odin, from Thanos, from everyone!  We could finally be together.” 

You searched his eyes for any lies.  It wouldn’t be the first time he betrayed someone he loved, but you couldn’t find an ounce of betrayal in him.  He was being completely honest with you.  You smiled slightly, tears brimming your eyes.  “Loki, I have friends here.  Family.  Knowing that Wanda is out there with the Darkhold is terrifying me.” 

“And you can see her again, I promise you.  But for now we must leave.  You won’t see her for quite a while, but,” He hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not he should tell you the next piece of information.  “But you will see her again.  She’s going to use the Darkhold to cross the multiverse.  We can safely see her again, but right now we have to go.” 

The two of you looked out of the room quickly as you heard yells coming down the hallway.  The T.V.A was close now.  They were planning on arresting both you and Loki.  “What do you say, Y/N?” His eyes were pleading, begging you to go with him.  

You took a deep breath, wiping your eyes, before grabbing onto his hand.  The other hand, that was still on your waist, tightened his hold slightly.  You smiled up at him.  “Let’s go,” You whispered. 

He returned the smile, before saying one last thing to you. 

“Oh, how I love you.”

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Yeah, no, I’m with Wanda on this one.  We’re not ending it like that.  Reality Check is far from over.  Happy April Fool’s, everyone.  

Part 2 will be out tomorrow.  

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[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (03x14)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 14: It’s Not What It Looks Like

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: ehehehehehe

Word Count: my anxiety was through the roof this time. and that too on the thing that I know was not achievable. But noooo my boss just wants results. Well, fuck you and your boss who gave me anxiety. You will know the pain of these tears soon.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The familiar sports car shining in its red shade came to a halt right outside the door for Tony to get out and greet the lone camera covering him. "How's it going fellas?" He seemed comparatively chirpier than the last few days as he whistled his way to the boot of the trunk to take out five boxes of large pizzas along with a whole bag filled with soda and side dishes. "It's pizza party today, my lovely unicorn," he announced to the camera person; mostly because there was no one else in his vicinity.

Tony: *standing next to his car* I have come realise that I have been a bit hard on my team because of the anxiety I've been feeling ever since Y/N disappeared from right in front of me. Like last Monday. *camera switches to the video recording of Last Monday* Tony is seen in the kitchenette making detox juice for himself after a workout. Sam comes and grabs the coffee pot, looking around for a mug to pour himself some. The only mug hanging on the stand is your Brooklyn Nine-Nine themed one. "Well," he mutters to himself, "no one's using this for a while." Just as he finishes the sentence, Tony's hand slips on the juicer switch and the green spill out everywhere in the space, making Sam yell for help. "You are excluded from my will," Tony announces while looking dead into Sam's eyes before pouring the coffee from his pot into the sink and walking away. *back to present* Tony: Pepper says I went overboard but Sam didn't have to say that now did he. *makes a cringe face* Anyways. This is my way of showing them that I have made peace with the situation for now and that I trust our alien friends to get my daughter back to me asap.

Tony walked into the facility to be greeted by dead silence. "Did I miss something?" he wondered out loud for the camera while looking around the lobby and the waiting area. "I am pretty sure we were not supposed to go out anywhere thanks to that stubborn virus."  He walked up the elevator to be greeted by Clint coming back from the security room with his self-regulated watch, carrying two glasses of iced Americanos- one of which he offered Tony. "Pizza-" he seemed happy to see the boxes, taking the bag from Tony- "what's the occasion? Are you firing one of us? Is there a budget cut because of the 'Rona? In that case, just know that I spot a person without a mask from miles. And I can end them right there." Tony pressed the button for the lounge and waited for the camera to record his wink and smile till the doors closed to let the other handy camera in the elevator- following Clint- take over. Clint did a survey of the bag and was quite content with the contents. Tony, still with his glasses on, walked his usual walk that displayed well that he owned the place. "No one's getting fired unless they are eating my choco-chip ice cream." "You have set the bar pretty low." "It's pretty much up to the expectations I have from you all."

Clint shrugged and went on to agree with him, walking behind the Iron Man as the elevator dinged. The camera followed Clint and Tony out to film the scene unfolding in the Lounge. Manoeuvring away from their shoulders, the camera caught that deadpan silence in the room filled with nearly every Avenger staring at the screen with the seriousness of defusing a bomb that may go off any time. Peter was hiding under Scott's arm, peeping at the screen through his hands while Scott was biting his nails, nervousness dripping from his forehead. Wanda held Vision's hand while she muttered something under her breath- most probably a chant. Sam seemed to have forgotten he was watering the plants for the water-can was already empty and yet he still went on to pour the contents while his eyes were glued to the screen. Bucky's hands were busy brushing Zuko's fur- while the pupper took this opportunity to lay in his lap and snooze- monotonously, his gaze too stuck on the screen. "Come on, come on. Do it," Steve muttered while on the edge of his seat on the sofa. The camera swivelled back to Clint and Tony- both of whom had confused looks on their faces by now. Both of them turned to the screen in sync to witness what exactly was it that had all of them in such a grim state. And it was something like this.

On the screen was a barely lit space that seemed like it could have been a small closet under somebody's staircase. In that barely lit space, you could be seen from your abdomen up. There you were, panting, sweating, your hair a literal mess, your bra strap dangling out of your tank top's straps. "Again," you panted, wiping the sweat beads from your forehead while positioning your hands on a surface where the camera was seemingly recording you from. And in that same dim light, a movement was discovered behind you. That movement was of the exposed muscles and skin that the viewers had never seen in their daily life. Well, neither had they seen that very person pant and sweat like this before as well. Green eyes shined in that bare light, as the familiar face came out from the shadows to apparently hover just above your shoulder. One pale hand was used to remove those clammy hair strands coming in his way before both arms mimicked your position and came to rest on either side of your arms. "Are you sure?" Loki's voice, breathless and heavy, questioned you with sincerity while his body did not budge from behind you. You nodded. "Again." The frame caught you adjusting your hips to position your butt right with his front- something that was not covered by the camera. He towered over you, adjusting to your height while grounded his arms on the surface. "Okay then," he whispered, taking one arm to move your butt a little closer to your frame before going back to anchor himself to the surface, "here we go."

The iced Americanos created a crackle and bang louder than expected- thanks to the already looming silence- when they hit the floor. The pizza box and other snacks? Not so much. Every other person jumped where they were to turn and watch the colours from Tony and Clint's faces drain away by the second, their jaws unhinged, their hearts at a pause and their lungs just no longer working. Steve- the only one in the room to have deciphered what had just gone down in those Dad brains- got up and raised his arms till his chest as of sign of caution. "It's not what you think. Tony, Clint it's not-" The elevator dinged and out came Natasha and Bruce with four feet long bags of Cheetos and popcorn, the former quite excited to rush out into the Lounge. "We found the snacks from the pantry! Did we miss something? Did they put it in yet?" Steve winced just as Bruce blurted out those words. Tony was already heaving audibly, no air going into his lungs as he nearly collapsed on the floor if not for Natasha holding him up like she was used to it. Clint, on the other hand, had 'disgusted' written all over his face, judging every single person in the room before storming out. "OH MY GOD!!!! OH MY GAAAAA~" the screams could be heard from outside while the camera zoomed in on Natasha's face- already bored and tired.

Natasha: If they had more than one working brain cell they wouldn't have fought like twelve-year-olds in the middle of an airport and then stopped talking for a whole year. *camera pans in on her face* *faces the camera* And to think they can procreate. .

One Hour Ago Eight Hours Earlier In A Galaxy Far Away One of the camera drones stepped over a stone wall and passed over a dozen guards, buzzing its best to enter the first window it could find. Passing over ogres guarding the small galleries, another drone accompanied the first one down the maze of hallways, parting at the stairway leading down to the dungeons and up to the meeting room. The way to the dungeons was one dark path that only lit up at the very end of the hallway- few lamps burning with constant flickers. The space was divided into walls and covered with iron bars. A few of these cells were empty while others housed creatures who are only spoken about with the name of their shadows. In the last cell was a shadow that seemed similar to that of a human sleeping under the lone ragged excuse of a blanket. If one tried to focus, they could hear light snores coming out of that creature too. The drone came to rest upon one of the iron bars, sending in the live feed to the cameraman behind this whole shebang. The other fly had already found the 'throne room'. The throne- as one could make out with the setting of the hall- was made out of a tree trunk burned till all that was left was an ash-covered dead piece looking up at the sky. The seat was carved right through the middle with one of the ashened branches housing a black adder with red eyes. And in the throne sat the one person no one wanted to see. "Aellae," you mumbled in the most derogatory sense, your eyes wanting to hurt her there and then through the screen in Javier's hand. And lo! Right then the God stepped in the frame, standing in front of the witch with his usual demeanour. Well, that's what it looked like. "Why do you have to bow to her?" You whispered at him a bit viciously. White entered the frame that was recording your end. Looking at the screen he furrowed his brows and wondered how you could tell that. "He stands straight," you stressed, already sensing the question from White, "and right now he is not. And he does not not stand straight for anyone." "I see you have found yourself a fine pair of pets on your galactic travels, my love," you and White hear Aellae from the screen, bringing your attention back to her. "Just a bunch of humans and a kitten to entertain me on my way," he chuckled and shrugged a little, that Asgardian charm resurfacing in his smile. Aellae smirked at him. "On your way to where?" The question had a hint of anger even when she added a wave of curiosity, something that was easy to catch of the one who was listening to layers in her voice. Loki waved his hands in the air. "You know how it is for me. Here and there, always on the move. A nomad exploring the universe." "No more," she announced, her head high, her stare stern, "now you stay with me. You will be my advisor in the day, guiding my army to every corner of this world, with nothing to spare." She got up from her throne to walk an inhumanly seductive gait to reach the God and place her finger under his chin. "And in the night, you shall be my pacifier," she whispered, making your whole face cringe for the camera to zoom into it. "You shall satiate all my bedly desires till I the very. last. drop." Something cracked on the other side, making Javier and White turn in every direction to look at the source of the sound. Lulu too was a bit confused. You were the only person not taking your eyes away from the screen.

You: I swear to God if she was not such a bitch, I would have asked her out. Would have even gone to lengths of being her *makes air quotes* bedfellow if she was not such a fucking bitch?? Javier: *turns the camera to himself with the dazed look on his face* *signs for the camera* I am supportive and all in for this but is now really a good time for her to be questioning her sexuality? When we can literally die for just breathing wrong???

"Now," Aellae snapped everyone back to the screen, "as for those pets of yours, I'll send someone to take care of them. They are just hindrance if nothing more." "Aellae," Loki's honey laden voice was now implying a sternness. "What." "They are not to be given enough importance to be-" Loki sighed and closed his eyes- "taken care of." "All the more fun to watch them die in misery." Her eyes widened with excitement at the thought of murder. "Especially that Midgardian who is living in the illusion of being your friend." Loki's jaw tightened. "If you decide to harm h-them, I will not aid you in your irrational quests, Aellae. Going after those weaklings proves that you are still the reckless stubborn creature that I left you." There wasn't an exclamation of surprise on her face but rather that particular smirk of the devil who has walked its prey right into its trap. "So, she does mean something to you." Loki kept mum. "Guards!" she yelled for the two orcs standing outside, "bring me the head of the woman!" "Aellae, stop," he begged casually. "Enough humour." "And do whatever with the rest of her!" she ordered with her eyes piercing through Loki's soul.

The next thing you know, the last fly drone that got lost on the middle floor somewhere was recording two orcs throwing Loki into a room before shutting the door behind him. His grunts echoed through the room with no windows. All around him were walls coloured in a dusty cream shade, lamps lining up the four walls with one dressing table sitting with one of the four walls, housing heavy chains, the purpose of which Loki did not want to know. He huffed as he stood up, looking at the door before letting his gaze land on those shackles on his wrist that now seemed permanent. The tension on his jaw did not go unnoticed by the tiny roommate before he slammed those bracelets- along with his wrist- into the wall in pure animalistic rage.

Witch's Den- Down the Hall Two orcs stood guard to the entrance coming to the floor via the stairs. One of them seemed to be snoozing with all the pressure sitting on his nose and brows while the other one was trying to drive away this one stubborn fly that kept buzzing around its head. Eventually reaching the threshold of irritation, he followed the fly out towards the stairs, his curved sword being swung into the air to strike the buzzing creature; only to be taken by surprise with a bright source of light. The next thing the fly was recording was the other orc waking up to the clunk of a sword dropping, this one finding gasping and taking an attack position before the camera went dark.

But not for long.

The fly in Loki's room recorded the God catching the sounds outside while he was in the middle of surveying the whole room for an escape route. The grunts and gasps of orcs outside have stopped, making him all the more cautious to the steps that steadily approach the door. He took one of the chains in his hand, with calculated steps, walked towards the door to catch whatever tried to come in next. With the sound of a heavy key twisted inside the keyhole, the wheels turned and the door opened a smidge to let someone in. Without losing even a second, Loki wound the chain around your neck from behind you, nearly choking you. "Not now, dammit!" you choked, trying to free yourself from the hold. "Y/N?" the surprise stirring along with confusion was a new shade on Loki that you would have appreciated any other day. "Wha-what are you doing here?" That God wasn't even able to squeak on realising it was you. The chains came off as fast as they had gone around your neck, giving you room to breathe and widen your eyes in horror. "No! No no no no noooo!!"  You ran towards the door as it clunk shut, leaving you to pull at it with all your might to no avail. "The door opens from outside," you groaned with a sob, thumping your head on it with low winces before a tiny realisation hit you hard enough to stop and look back at Loki. "Ow!" He yelled at the hard slap that came for his back, looking at you in simmering confusion. "You could've waited to choke me after we got out, you fucking IDIOT!" The slaps and punches got more vigorous with each word until Loki had to gab your hands with his to stop you from wasting your energy anymore. "And what makes you think coming here was a good idea?"  He struggled to keep your writhing form from hurting itself more than him. You were ready to kick him in his shins and you would have absolutely done that if Loki had not shoved you into the wall with him towering over you to restrict any movement of your limbs. The little buzzing drone came to sit over Loki's arm and capture the frame where both of you were flaming with anger and still trying to breathe enough to keep that rage alive. "I'd already told you were on your own," he grunted, his eyes drilling through your soul. "And I'd already told you I am a psychology major. I can see the denial routine from miles away, you stupid blob of six-foot galaxy brain! You think I haven't sacrificed myself to a professor for the sake of my friends?" "...what? Wait. What do mean by sacri-" "Now get off me and find us a way out of here." You pushed him back. Well, at least you thought you did. But he pushed closer to you, shooting emotions of mild surprise in your eyes before you caught yourself slipping. Fortunately, this little drone caught everything in 4K. From the veins popping in Loki's neck to the parted lips and wavering gaze of yours. "This world is not a joke, Y/N. There was a reason you were left behind. And you have done the exact opposite of that which is supposed to keep you alive." It felt as if Loki had to restrain from spilling that anger over the rim. To make that hypothesis true, he punched the wall to dissipate this emotion he did not want to be running him. And there he stood, his head hanging above you in defeat, his eyes closed and his breath wavering. "I was supposed to send you home safe," he was barely able to mutter. The drone focused on your hands coming around his torso, your arms taking as much of his frame in a hug as possible as you softly patted his back and soothed him. Loki's body twitched a little at this new touch, still like a stone before giving in with every wave of your soothing touch. "You're family, idiot. I'm not gonna leave you behind with some crazy bitch that isn't me?" A chuckle resonated through you and then the room. The next moment when you looked at him, he was looking lighter. "Now come on, use your muscles and drill through one of these walls." Raising his good brow, he judged you while tapping his fist casually on the wall. "What exactly do you take me for?" "A cheesy brooder who's all soft inside," you commented without skipping a beat, looking around to find some kind of a loophole in this square room. "Say that outside these walls and watch what this brooder does to you." "Sounds like an invitation," you sang under your breath, tapping the walls. It took a while. A while that was long enough for you to move around the room to come and sit on the lone drawer by the wall, feeling the heat of the room bursting out the sweat in your skin, other than turning your brain into an irritated mush. You groaned while taking off your top and throwing it on the floor. You wanted to cry out loud to blow off some of the unbearable heat but stopped short at the sight of that overcoat coming off. Followed by that black shirt. Muscles. No matter how he moved or what he did, his back lived in that moment to tease you with those muscles. And what was that? Sparkles? No, sweat, glistening in the dim light. Wait, why was it glisten- You looked around and realised the lamps were at their wick's end. "Same," you sighed as you looked back at Loki's back, only to find him turned around to face you. "Oh, Gods!" you jumped down from the drawer with quite the surprise in your eyes. "This is your first time seeing me shirtless?" It almost felt like he was genuinely curious. "What? No! I don't know. That wasn't the-look!" You signalled him to come closer and let your hand hang right above the drawer's top that touched the two corners of the wall. Loki mirrored you and realised it instantly. "That's a cold breeze." He looked at you with pupils expanding wide in that dim lighting. Taking over from there, he tried his best to get a look as to which section of the wall it was coming from. "There's an opening-" he immediately shifted his position to standing parallel to the length of the wall, his hands grounded on the varnished top- "we will have to either pull it-" he tried his best but the structure did not budge- "or push it towards the opening in that section." You got to work as well, standing next to him and giving your end of the small corner a good push that only ended up in failed grunts. "Okay, let's try another way," you inhaled, "I'll push the top, you be the bottom."

The drone was sitting on the drawer now, capturing all those failed attempts from every angle both of you thought possible before you nearly collapsed due to lack of air. "We're are clearly doing something wrong here," Loki huffed, his puffed-up chest, the centre of the camera's frame. You flipped your wet hair to show your tired face in the lone lamp that burned in the room. "There weren't any more of those BDSM chains inside it, were there?" Loki's breathing stopped for a moment. You looked at him for an answer. Both of you moved to open the drawers. The drone captured the disappointment in your own IQ in high definition before watching you both taking them out with nothing but pure spite. "Take a break, I'll try-" "No," you shook your head and wiped the forehead sweat, "let's do it together." Loki wanted you to stop but that you gave him was more than adequate to let anyone know you won't listen right now. "This time you stand behind me and let's use the wall behind as a supp....ort? Wait how is this room looking shorter?" You were looking around in dazed confusion while Loki closed his eyes. "It's not a normal room. Those two walls will keep closing in until..." He didn't have to say more. "Well, then what are we waiting for?" the drop of panic in your high pitched voice was evident as you positioned yourself- putting your palms on the edge. "Come on." Loki came to stand behind you, copying your position, just a bit more charismatically- and with a bit more skin- till he felt your hair come into his mouth. "One, two, three!" This time the push did budge the drawer chest a bit but your strength had been used for that movement of a centimetre. Your breaths almost felt like your lungs were on the verge of crying. "Again," you panted, wiping the sweat beads from your forehead while positioning your hands on a surface where the drone was seemingly recording you from. Loki looked at your back, clearly concerned. This time he used his hand to remove those clammy hair strands coming in his way before both arms mimicked your position and came to rest on either side of your arms. "Are you sure?" Loki's voice, breathless and heavy, questioned you with sincerity while his body did not budge from behind you. You nodded. "Again." The frame caught you adjusting your hips to position your butt right with his front- something that was not covered by the camera. He towered over you, adjusting to your height while grounded his arms on the surface. "Okay then," he whispered, taking one arm to move your butt a little closer to your frame before going back to anchor himself to the surface, "here we go." Both of you had your eyes stuck on the wall with a fiery gaze and an aura that would have burned this place to the ground. His muscles tried to take all that you could not. And just when the grunts were turning into screams, the drawer started to move from its place with a screeching noise. As soon as Loki noticed a decent enough opening in the wall to your and his side, he pushed you and himself in through the opening before the death walls came for your limbs. The drone fly followed. Both of you rolled through what seemed like a tunnel slide through the walls for a minute till that just did not seem to end. It did end though. It ended in a noisy fall of thuds and groans- you on top of him. "You okay?" you winced through your broken voice, not moving a muscle for the fear of breaking something. Also because it was awkward lying over him on your stomach. Loki replied with a quick wince. A ruffle came from next to you. Followed by a lazy groan.  Your head turned to the noise. So did Loki's.  "You two could have easily waited for another hour." The drone swerved around to bonk into the one that was already there, covering the dungeons. There under the rugged blanket, laid Carol Danvers, looking at the two of you with sleepy eyes. Neither of you knew what to say. She looked at her watch and put her head inside the blanket again. "Five more minutes."

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[iamanartichoke]

I started typing this in the tags of this post, and it got too long, and then I was going to just reblog the post with this as an addition but that got too long too, and I've been meaning to make a post addressing free will vs. predestination since the premiere anyway, so - here we go. Spoilers, obviously.

Cut for length and spoilers. Please blacklist #loki tv series spoilers, #loki series spoilers, and #loki spoilers.

This is kinda rough and I'm not sure it actually makes any sense but I'm posting it anyway.

I realize that the post is a joke, obviously (and it is hilarious) but I started thinking about the implications and couldn't stop because it's honestly a goldmine of existential reflection and an inevitable crisis or three.

Let's look at a scenario.

Say you're late to work for reasons totally beyond your control: your neighbor stopped you to ask a question on your way out the door; you swung through the drive-thru for a quick coffee but the person in front of you is ordering a full continental breakfast ffs (this happened to me this morning); there was an explosion and then the Winter Soldier randomly dropped from the sky and landed on the hood of your car. Whatever. Shit happens.

So you're late, but on this particular day, your lateness somehow has consequences that lead to and create a nexus event and the next thing you know, you're being arrested, tried, convicted of time crimes and ultimately (a version of you is) erased from existence.

And this is if it's not even your fault you're late.

Now say that you're late and it is your fault. You took a new route on a whim and drove a little more slowly because you passed a particularly pretty meadow; you hit the brakes at a yellow light instead of speeding through bc you wanted the quick chance to check your email; you sat in your car for a few extra minutes in the parking lot, because maybe your job sucks and you really needed those extra minutes today to psyche yourself up into getting out of the car and going inside and clocking in.

These little choices are you exercising your free will. Because to me, free will is all or nothing - it doesn't just apply to the big decisions.

On the other hand, predestination means that regardless of the choices you make or if it's a big decision or not, everything you do is ultimately going to lead you to a set point or position or place (your destiny).

And I can kind of look at it like a GPS - that is, there are a number of "insignificant" choices you could make and they will still lead you to where you're predestined to go. Like how a GPS will reconfigure your route if you miss your exit on the highway. It doesn't matter if you took Route A or Route B, you're still going to end up at your destination.

But say sometimes the route does matter. Say that there are certain scenarios in which there's only one road (for example, 14 million losses vs 1 win) and you can only get on it by following a specific series of events and what determines the ultimate outcome is whether or not you're late to work that day.

If you decide to wait those extra five minutes in the parking lot, that means that you weren't in your cubicle at 9:03 when Stanley from Accounting wandered by with his giant stack of papers, and when Mary Sue said hello to him, he got distracted and tried to wave and ended up dropping those papers. Had you been at your cubicle, you'd have swooped down to help him but since you weren't there, Stanley is crouched on the floor alone and doesn't notice Joe coming at him with a paper trolley so when he stands up, he and Joe collide and Stanley loses his balance and goes face-first toward the trolley and breaks his nose when he hits the metal handle on his way down.

Now Stanley has to go to the hospital to get his nose set because you wanted to sit in your car and spend five extra minutes hating your life that morning.

If the sacred timeline says that Stanley is supposed to be in that ER at that specific time on that specific day, and no other set of circumstances would get him there, because this will ultimately take Stanley down the road to whatever greater journey he's supposed to go on, then it has to happen. But say you exercise your free will and decide not to wait those five minutes, because the free will applies to every choice you make, even the tiny, insignificant ones. You chose to put on your big person pants and took a deep breath and just head inside - and because you chose to do that and because you were at your cubicle to help Stanley with his papers, Stanley never ends up in the ER and the timeline that's supposed to happen is suddenly at risk and the TVA has to get involved (I assume).

So having free will introduces way, way too many variables into a fixed timeline to ever keep track, because you're taking these tiny, seemingly insignificant choices that people are making every minute of every day, and you're multiplying them by trillions of sentient beings in the universe, and you're saying the fate of the timeline and reality itself depends on all of these beings either always making the choice they're supposed to make or constantly sending the TVA out whenever they don't.

It's fair to conclude, then, that both free will and a fixed, single timeline can't exist at the same time. Either you adhere to the fixed timeline and everyone does exactly what they're supposed to do every second of every minute of existence, or you have free will and autonomy over all of your decisions, no matter how big or small, and those decisions can result in a number of outcomes, ultimately leading you to one of several possible destinations.

Case in point: Tony didn't have to snap his fingers in Endgame. He chose to. Had he not, Thanos would have won. It doesn't matter if there was one way to victory or 14 million ways to failure; the timeline could ultimately only go one of two ways and the choice Tony willingly made determined that Thanos lost. It wasn't predetermined because if Tony had not chosen to snap his fingers, the timeline would have gone the other way.

My personal belief - and this isn't necessarily for the MCU, but in general - is that we do possess free will and the future is ever shifting and changing because nothing is written in stone. It holds up against most, if not all, of the world's belief systems. For example, if you believe that people have guardian angels, the rule is generally that your guardian angels can help you but you have to ask them; they can't decide to intervene without your permission because to do so would infringe upon your free will.

Similarly, you can go on etsy and pay $5 for a funsies psychic reading or pay a lot more money for an in-depth, specific tarot reading and both will tell you that the outcomes may change depending on the paths you take, and that their ultimate advice is for you to keep your focus on your goals and your own self so that you can be subconsciously manifesting the best possible future for yourself. (Not that I know this from experience. It was one time. It was a few times. My point stands, and also stop judging me.)

To get back to the MCU, though - if you determine that both a single, fixed timeline and free will can't simultaneously exist, and your ultimate purpose is upholding said timeline and not letting anyone fuck it up, lest it break off into lots of different branches, then it poses a pretty serious moral and/or ethical question of - who decides what choices we make and what paths we're destined for? The time lizards? Who gave them that authority? Did anyone, or did they just manifest themselves into existence one day, create the universe, and then decide all of the rules (and, if so, where does that leave the norns and the gods and other super powerful beings who are generally thought to be in charge of things)?

If free will doesn't exist and everyone is acting based on what has been predetermined for them by some higher being (or, in this case, time lizards), it takes away our autonomy, and if everything we do and every single tiny step we take is decided for us, what makes us any different than cogs in a machine just following orders? What separates us from robots?

Speaking of robots, it's interesting to me that the TVA's screening process (if you can call it that) has a failsafe against robots specifically. Any robot that might come through is destroyed immediately and in this case, “not a robot” is defined, more or less, as a sentient being that possesses a soul. What does the TVA have against robots if their ultimate goal is ensuring that the robotic machinations of the time lizards are consistently carried out to protect the sacred timeline?

A soul makes you human; the energy of the soul is what you, at the core, are. It can be assumed that having a soul also means that you have some sort of moral and ethical code by which you live your life but, if you don't also have free will, then what is the point of possessing a soul and a moral and ethical code?

Loki is a villain and he's told by Mobius, the TVA, Odin, and pretty much everyone who ever meets him that the only thing he's good for - the only reason he exists - is to cause pain and suffering and death. This has been predetermined for him; this is not his fault and he did not choose it. And every single choice he makes has either already been destined as the choice he was supposed to make, or will be pruned so it won't grow into the wrong timeline. Ultimately Loki can change neither his final destination, nor the purpose and meaning of his existence.

Which leads me to the theory that the several Loki variants that the TVA keeps coming across are the result of Loki consistently resisting against his predetermined path; he's trying to find the timeline where he is able to latch onto and keep his own free will in defiance of the timekeepers but, so far, he hasn't been successful. This could segue into why the current Variant is now going scorched earth and just obliterating the main timeline completely - because if there is no sacred timeline, there's nothing dictating who or what Loki can be, and free will is regained. If there's a multiverse that branches and branches beyond anyone's control, then there must be a branch in there, somewhere, where Loki can exist on his own terms and decide how his own story goes.

This also might be a theory for why Loki is already setting his sights on taking over the TVA (assuming that's not just something he told the variant for reasons). But my original point in delving into all this is to ask: if Loki is predestined to always be a villain whose story plays out exactly the same way because that's what's supposed to happen, then how can anyone ever hold his misdeeds against him? He's literally just existing as the timekeepers decided he would exist and everyone is blaming him for it.

And this leads me to ask, as well, if one's soul is generally good, and one possesses more good traits than bad, what is the logic in making them exist only for pain and destruction? If it's for a greater good, then it stands to reason Loki is not the only one predestined for misery, and what greater good could come from all that suffering?

Conclusion: the existence of the TVA as an organization means that there is one fixed, sacred timeline but the existence of said timeline is immoral and unethical because it means no one actually has any free will at all in the MCU. The very notion of heroes and villains is pointless because it has nothing to do with your own qualities or morality, it's literally the luck of the draw. In order to have free will, the sacred timeline has to be destroyed, and so my prediction is that the Big Bad of the Loki series is not the TVA and not the time keepers but the actual timeline itself, and the entire fate of the MCU rests on whether or not Loki can ultimately succeed.

Also, don't be late for work.

#well this was a journey #smfh #i hope it at least makes *some* sense #loki series meta #loki tv series spoilers #loki series spoilers #loki spoilers #long post #i should have revised this before posting lmao #i went back and edited some of it but meh #it's pretty nonsensical i think but also i confuse myself really easily so