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Eliot R. Brown: Madripoor, Princess Bar
Wolverine Encyclopedia #2 (1996)
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OH OH OH OH I GOTTA DEFINITELY READ THIS
Shadow - L.Ten
Pairing - Loki Variant!Ten x Sorcerer!Female Reader
Genre(s) - Fluff, Angst, Action/Violence
Warning(s) - canon-typical Marvel violence between TVA agents and magic wielders
Summary - When a time fracture brings a mischievous Loki variant named Ten into your world, he’s determined to rekindle the love you shared in another life. As the TVA closes in, Ten must choose between defying destiny for a stolen relationship or letting you slip through his fingers once again.
Word Count - 3.9k
Author’s Note - This is set within the Loki series universe and may contain spoilers if you have not watched both seasons. Also written in tribute of @itsapapisongo who I loved sharing conversations with in the old NCT-writers discord about which NCT member we would cast in the Marvel universe
Taglist - @k-vanity @cosyhomenet @neocity-net @k-films (join my taglist!)
Written for the No Capes Collab hosted by @kabira. Part of my Seven Deadly Sins Collection.
Now playing: Shadow - Ten, House of Memories - Panic! At the Disco, Infinity - Jaymes Young, Dream In A Dream - Ten, Like a Prayer - I’ll Take You There Choir
Your duty is to the mystical arts and safeguarding reality, studying diligently as a devoted apprentice under Doctor Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme. One fateful night, you were at the Kamar-Taj with Strange and Wong, analyzing unstable readings in a spell when the air cracked open like shattered glass—a time fracture.
From its shifting glow steps a man. He moved gracefully, yet his aura reeked of danger, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You recognized the green cloak billowing behind him and golden horns sprouting from the crown on his head. The Loki variant scanned the room, his gaze immediately locking with yours as if you were the only person present.
You prepare for a fight, assuming he’s a threat, yet he doesn’t attack. Instead, he smiles, his eyes full of longing, an expression of heartbreak flickering across his facade of confidence. Strange quickly responds to the danger of a Loki variant and immediately tries to contain him when you fail to take action, but the man slips away with a bow. “I’ll find you again,” he murmured.
“What was that?” You were breathless as you looked to Strange and Wong for any semblance of advice.
“A Loki variant, that’s for sure,” Wong confirms.
Doctor Strange closed his eyes, the amulet around his neck glowing green as he tried to locate the man who had just pranced through the Kamar-Taj. “I can’t find him. I don’t see him in any of the realms.”
You were in line at your favorite cafe when you saw the slashing of air out of the corner of your eye. You sighed, your plan of getting breakfast and coffee before heading off to the local sanctum to check in with Wong needed to be rescheduled.
The Loki variant appeared through the tatters of reality, blending in among humans without his cloak and horns, yet carrying himself with a presence that is impossible to mistake. He approaches you as you stand in line, and you contemplate how to best defend yourself, how to attack and neutralize the Loki variant if he tries to harm the civilians nearby. But he doesn’t, and something about him is just so achingly familiar.
“At your favorite cafe, I see,” he states, his voice floating as if it were music.
You finally turn to look at him fully, acknowledging him. “You come here often, too?”
“Only with you.” He wore a half-smile on his face, not entirely reaching his eyes. “You’re getting your usual breakfast and coffee before going to the sanctum.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
A silence fell over the two of you as you struggled to formulate a response to him. “Have I met you before?”
“Ah, I see you don’t even know me in this life,” his expression falls. “Ten, God of Mischief,” he states, extending a hand out to you.
You give him your name, taking his hand in yours and shaking it briefly. When you let his hand go, his touch lingers just a second longer. Something like electricity sparked through your veins.
“This place was always your favorite,” Ten said, breaking the silence. “You told me they had the best cookies in the neighborhood. They make you feel better after a long day.” That is true.
The line moved up, and you told the cashier your order. Ten slides up next to you and orders two of your favorite cookies. He extends a bill to the cashier, “Keep the change.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him, pulling out a chair for yourself at a nearby table.
“Couldn’t let the love of my life pay for their food,” he says while sitting down across from you. “Even if you don’t know me in this timeline.”
“I’m sorry? Love of your life?” You were perplexed. This had to be some sort of trick.
Ten sighed, his fingers clasping atop the table. “You know about multiverses, right?” You nod. “Well, in the one I’m from, we fought together. We brought down armies together…and we were more than just comrades. The God of Mischief and his Sorceress Supreme.” You nearly choked on air at the thought of being Sorcerer Supreme, even if it was in a different timeline. “You always called me out when I lied. Even when I believed the lie myself. You used to tell me that no matter which reality we were in, we would find our way to each other. Time after time, I found you over and over again, and not once did you ever flinch.” You don’t understand all the references he’s making, but the sheer emotional weight of his words and the yearning look in his eyes make your chest ache.
The cashier called out your order, pulling you away from Ten’s musings. When you returned with your order, you gave the package of cookies to Ten, already standing and moving with you to the doorway. He took one cookie out before folding the packaging back over as he held the door open for you. “This one's for you,” he said, extending the remaining cookie to you. “Your favorite.”
Opening the package, you find that he indeed was correct. “Thank you,” you tell him, placing it in the bag with the rest of your food and coffee.
Ten steps out onto the sidewalk behind you. “I must get going now, but trust that you will see me again soon.” He grasps your hand gently in his, bringing it up to his lips and leaving a kiss on your knuckles. “In every timeline, it’s always you.” In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
By the time you arrive at the Sanctum, your mind is swimming with everything Ten had told you. You fought alongside him. You had become the Sorcerer Supreme. The circumstances that led up to that, only Ten knew.
You were supposed to be enhancing one of the Voidguard Circles with Wong, sealing the Sanctum off, and protecting it from multiversal energy. It was made top priority by Strange himself after Ten had slipped into the Kamar-Taj. Your magic sizzles around you, characters and symbols floating through the air as sparks fly. You tried to focus on the incantations you’ve recited many times before, but your mind was elsewhere. The spell faltered as your thoughts spiraled about the Loki Variant who knew you, or at least another version of you, so intimately.
Wong shot you a look as orange flecks of energy shot from your hands. “Loki Variants are skilled manipulators. Don’t trust his words.”
“Yeah, I know.” You forced your focus back onto the glowing sigils before you but they continue to swim in and out of shape, fragmented by thoughts you struggled to suppress. Yet you wonder if your mind's betrayal was just another part of Ten’s plan or if something deeper was truly stirring.
“You have done this incantation before,” Wong states. “Do not let him get into your head.”
Your fingers trembled. You took a breath, extinguishing the spell mid-cast. “I’m fine,” you lied. “Just tired.”
Wong frowned but didn’t press. “Strange will be in meditation for the next few hours. I’m checking on the other Sanctums. Let me know if the circles shift again.”
You nodded. “I’ll hold things down here.”
Once he was gone, silence returned like a tide, broken only by the rustle of pages and the distant hum of warding spells embedded into the Sanctum’s walls. You found yourself drifting to the library, the one place that always gave you a sense of peace. With Strange and Wong somewhat sharing the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme after the blip, you had taken up the job of librarian. It was a simple job, at least. Maintain the archives, monitor for any abnormalities, and make sure none of the books escape.
You sat at the large desk in the center of the room, busying yourself looking through records of past librarians that detailed the sets of books around you. But peace wouldn’t come. Not with Ten’s voice still echoing in your head.
“In every timeline, it’s always you.”
You were halfway through shelving a manuscript on multiversal convergence when a portal opened next to you. The air didn’t crack, it shuddered, as if reality were holding its breath.
Your instincts flared as it split open, observing the edges for signs of the person who created it. The portal didn’t swirl like it was being created with a sling ring. It was ripped, tattered, edges fluttering, wild, and unstable. You knew all too well who the creator of this portal was, already sighing when he stumbled through.
Ten came to a stop before you, breath ragged, cloakless, his skin glowing faintly with the remnants of his magic. No signs of tricks or mischief. Just exhaustion, desperation, and relief when he saw you. “I didn’t think I’d make it,” he said, clutching a rib as the tear sealed behind him.
Your pulse spiked. “What are you doing here?” His presence would surely set off the Voidguard Circles and alert the sorcerers in the Sanctum.
He raised both hands, showing he meant no harm, yet wincing as his hand left his ribs. “I told you, I’d find you again.”
You stepped forward cautiously, fists balled, a half-formed spell ready at your fingertips. “You’re hurt.”
“I’ll live,” Ten said, grimacing. “But I won’t if they catch me here. The TVA’s not far behind.”
Your eyes widened. The Time Variance Authority?
The walls trembled before a mechanical pulse rang out, and three TVA agents phased into the room, golden pruning rods already lit and pointed. “Variant L1001, you are in violation of sacred timeline protocol,” one barked. “Surrender now for reset.”
Ten raised his hands. “Resetting me won’t fix what’s coming.”
“You brought them here?” Your voice wavered. “You led the TVA into the Sanctum?”
“I had nowhere else to go,” he pleaded, eyes on you, not the rods aimed at his chest. “I needed to see you– one last time.”
The lead agent lunged, and you moved on instinct. With a flick of your fingers, a radiant orange shield flared between Ten and the rod, the energy crackling against your spell. Ten’s chaos magic surged from behind you, green, erratic tendrils of light knocking another agent off their feet. You spun, casting a binding circle that snaked beneath the marble floor, runes flaring as one TVA agent’s boots locked in place. Ten ducked a rod swing and countered with an explosive burst from his palm, less a spell, more a disruption, but still wild and sizzling through the air.
“They don’t stop,” you muttered, breath hitching as you threw up a ward against a pruning rod aimed at your chest.
“Then we don’t stop either,” Ten answered, stepping to your side.
For a moment, you moved as one. Ten’s chaos magic wove around your structured incantations like threads in a tapestry, flashes of green curling around the orange of your glyphs. He disarmed a TVA agent with a snap of light, and you followed up with a temporal freeze, holding the agent in a stutter of time for just a few seconds. Back to back, you fought like dancers who had never forgotten their routine. You spun and cast a spell, he redirected it in midair, splitting it into twin blasts that incapacitated the last agent.
The air in the library fell into a tense, breathless silence. Your chest heaved from exertion and adrenaline. Ten looked at you. “You felt it, didn’t you? That wasn’t new. That was us.”
Before you could answer, the walls shimmered again. More TVA hunters inbound. You felt the next breach building like thunder.
“We don’t have time,” Ten stated. “If they get through–”
“Then we run,” you finished, breath catching in your throat.
Ten didn’t use a sling ring or a spell, but something spilled out from him. A tear of space, a rupture of willpower, and raw chaos. It bled colors that didn’t belong in this universe. He extended his hand to you. “I know a place,” he said. “Not here, not anywhere. But somewhere safe, for now.”
You looked between the chaotic tear and the Loki Variant in front of you, his aching eyes and war-torn heart. He wasn’t lying. He wasn’t manipulating. He just wanted you. “If I go with you, how will I get back?”
“If you stay, they’ll erase every trace of me. This, you and me, never happened. But if you come…I can finally show you the truth.” His hand stayed in its spot, waiting for you.
You looked between him, the portal, then at his hand. You took his hand and stepped into it. The moment your fingers met, the jagged portal swallowed you both in a violent rush of green, and the library vanished.
You landed hard on stone…or what used to be stone. It crumbled beneath your feet like dust, suspended in an endless void. Eroding pillars floated in the air like forgotten ruins from a god’s dream, warped by time and memory. Above you, there was no sky, just swirling green energy laced with streaks of gold.
Ten exhaled shakily. “We’re safe. For now.” He didn’t let go of your hand.
You took a deep breath, trying to orient yourself. “What is this place?”
“A fracture,” he said softly. “A pocket where timelines once overlapped, then broke apart. It’s where I go when I can’t bear the pain of the universe anymore.” He looked at you like a man seeing color for the first time. “You always met me here…In another life.”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Not with the weight of the unknown pressing down onto your chest. Ten stepped closer, lifting a hand to your cheek. “You still don’t remember me, and maybe you never will. But I remember you. Every version. Every battle. Every stolen moment.” His voice cracked. “You died before we could have the future we fought for. I searched for timelines where that didn’t happen…found only echoes, shadows. Until I found you.”
His thumb brushed gently along your cheekbone, and the heartbreak in his gaze nearly undid you. “In my timeline,” he continued, “you weren’t just my comrade, you were my counterpart. The calm to my chaos. We were more than allies, more than just wielders of magic. We loved each other so fiercely that it frightened even the Time Keepers. You called it inevitable, that no matter how many timelines unraveled, we’d always find our way back to each other.”
Ten’s eyes fluttered shut, just for a moment, like he was reliving a memory. “You used to steal the last bit of dessert off my plate during feasts on Asgard. You wore my cloak whenever you were cold, even though you said green wasn’t your color. You told me that if we ever got to live in peace, we’d get a little cottage on the edge of reality and finally stop fighting for something bigger. You said you wanted quiet. You said you wanted me.”
You stared at him, struck silent by the vividness in his memories, by the version of you he saw, by the life you had no memory of living. “I lost you in the final war,” he said, voice never rising above a whisper. “You stepped in front of me during the collapse of the Nexus Realm. Took the blast meant for me. I held you while time bled around us, while the world you died protecting tore itself apart.” His hand dropped from your face, fingers curling at his side. “But I kept fighting, because I swore I would never let your death be the end.”
He stepped back, just slightly, his expression almost ashamed of how much he’d just laid bare. “Maybe it was foolish, chasing ghosts across timelines. But I swore– I swore, if I ever found you again, I’d hold on. Even if you didn’t know me. Even if you didn’t love me yet.”
The silence between you rippled like a held breath. Behind you, reality creaked, the splintered dimension straining under the weight of two impossibilities colliding. Ten’s voice softened, as if afraid this moment might fracture. “I’m not asking you to remember everything. I just need to know if you feel something too.” Then, barely audible, “I need to believe that some part of you still knows me.”
You stood there, torn between two worlds. The one you swore to protect, bound by duty, and the one that called to you in a voice only Ten could hear. His words circled around you like a siren’s song, pulling you into the chaos of love that could never be, yet had already been written in countless timelines. “I can’t let you do this,” you grit out, your voice shaky. “I have to stop the TVA. I can’t abandon my universe…my duty.”
Ten’s gaze softened, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’ve never abandoned anyone. Not even me.” His voice trembled with the weight of his confession. “I’d never ask you to choose, but I won’t let you lose yourself for them, either.”
The air around you begins to warp, the edges of the fractured reality were no longer just crumbling, they were screaming as if the very fabric of the universe was tearing. With each word Ten spoke, each moment he extended, the threads of fate twisted tighter, and the TVA’s interference grew stronger.
You heard a sharp crack in the air, like the sound of glass shattering. Through a tear, silhouettes appeared. Dark, imposing figures stepping through the ruins of time, their helmets gleaming in the dim light. TVA agents. You clenched your fists, feeling the pull of a battle about to unfold. Every instinct told you to act, to protect the timeline and your universe, but there was something else, something deeper coursing through your veins. It urged you to fight for Ten, fight for the love he spoke of, the love you couldn’t remember but felt in every fiber of your being.
Ten whispered your name, taking a step toward you. He reached out, his fingers brushing your wrist in a plea you couldn’t ignore. “I’m not asking you to come with me forever. Just…for now. Let’s stop running from this.” His voice was thick with desperation.
You looked at him, the weight of your duties pulling you in one direction, while the magnetic force of Ten’s words pulled you in the other. Your heart raced, a pulse that matched the pulse of the unraveling timelines around you. Behind you, the TVA agents were closing in, weapons raised. The time for hesitation was over.
“We can’t let them reset this,” Ten said, his voice low but fierce. “If we don’t act now, everything you’ve ever known will be erased. We will be erased.” He turned to fully face you, eyes alight with desperation and a sliver of something else– hope. He held out his hand, steady despite the chaos unraveling around you. “Come with me,” he urged. “We can find a place the TVA can’t touch. Somewhere beyond their reach.”
The pocket dimension around you convulsed, like a heartbeat out of rhythm. Time fractured in crooked waves, scenery flickering between possible realities. You saw the Kamar-Taj burning, you lying beneath bloodied rubble, Ten alone in a void of stars. The shadows of what could be, what had been, and what might still happen throbbed around you.
Ten’s magic shimmered with unstable light, threads of yellow-green bending the air around him like a dying star collapsing in on itself. “I don’t care what breaks,” his voice ragged. “The multiverse, the sacred timeline…none of it ever gave me back what I lost. Why should I care about what it takes to keep you this time?”
His confession was honest, wretched, and beautiful.
Torn between an insatiable greed for love and a destiny that demands separation, Ten stepped forward, hands shaking with restrained power. “Come with me,” he begged. “This is our moment. One choice. We leave, we vanish into the folds of time, and we make a life. Our life.”
The air was breaking apart. The broken multiverse glittered above like shattered glass. Time ripped in luminous streams across what should have been the sky, unravelling like golden silk from the seams of reality, and Ten stood in the middle of it all, eyes pleading, hands outstretched to you.
“We write our own destinies…” Your voice faltered. “But sometimes destiny writes back.” You closed your eyes just for a moment. You let yourself feel everything. The pull, the temptation, the quiet promise of stolen hours and laughter in some starless corridor of space and time. The way he said your name, like it was a secret, like a prayer. The thought of reaching forward, one step, one breath, and finally falling into the warmth of the arms that had searched for you across lifetimes. But when you opened them again, what you saw wasn’t Ten. It was the gold-lined relics of Kamar-Taj, the scent of incense in the archives, Strange and Wong exasperated at your antics. Your home. Your vow.
“I can’t,” you confessed, and it broke you to say it. “Ten…my path was written long before you found me.”
Ten’s expression cracked. His hands fell to his sides, shaking, fingers curling into fists he didn’t know how to unclench. Behind him, the collapse raged, the multiverse shrieking as if mourning itself. One leap, one decision, and you could have it all.
But duty was never easy. And love was never meant to be selfish.
“You’re choosing a lifetime of rules over a lifetime with me?” His voice was soft, stunned, as if he’d already known the answer but prayed this version of you would say something different.
Tears blurred the edges of your vision, but you held your ground. You had to. “I’m choosing to protect all the lifetimes we’ll never get to see,” you told him. “But…somewhere out there, in another timeline, maybe she’ll choose you. Maybe she already has.”
Ten laughed then, quiet and broken, the sound scraped raw from the edges of his soul. He stepped back, slowly, into the swirling light of a portal collapsing under its own paradox. His eyes never left yours. “I’ll find her,” he murmured. A vow. A myth. A curse. “I’ll find you again…somewhere.”
You nodded once, swallowing every regret, sealing it behind your lips. “I hope she loves you better than I ever got the chance to,” you profess.
And then he was gone.
The last thing you saw was the flicker of his magic dissolving into the collapsing stars, yellow-green threads vanishing into the glittering wound left in time. Silence rushed in like a wave. You stood alone, cloak billowing in the stillness, heart heavy, but breath steady. The TVA arrived, too late now to chase him, too late to reset the grief etched into your bones.
The multiverse groaned as it began to right itself. But some fractures will never fully heal.
The weight of a hundred lost tomorrows begins settling into your bones. Some loves are too dangerous to keep, and some goodbyes are the last act of love you have left to give. And to someone whose sin was greed, you only had so much you could give.
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Bucky is a professional paperback ruiner and Bob plays stardew valley :P
wintersentry dates mostly involve them sharing space while doing their own thing (bucky is kinda intrigued by bob’s game tho😌)
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PEDRO PASCAL on the set of ‘THE LAST OF US’ during the filming of Episode 3 ‘Long, Long Time.’
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The Aristocats (1970) dir. Wolfgang Reitherman.
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PEDRO PASCAL as Joel Miller THE LAST OF US | When You're Lost in the Darkness
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“Nguyen Thi Hien, 19, head of the militia squad in Yen Vuc in Thanh Hoa Province, survived more than 800 airstrikes and was buried alive four times in B‑52 bomber attacks. 1966. Mai Nam/Patrick Chauvel Foundation” (x)
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