I am simultaneously deliriously in love with the ending of Loki season 2 and absolutely loathe it
On one handâŠShakespearean tragedy at its finest, essentially circling back to Lokiâs original Thor 2011 character arc by reversing it, and Loki has literally ascended to godhood. In the end, Lokiâs ultimate selfless sacrifice was to sit upon the highest throne in the multiverse, and that to me is tragically ironically beautiful
On the other handâŠLoki being alone makes me want to burn Marvel studios to the ground and do other unspeakable things
Best and worst ending of all time f u Eric Martin
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I firmly stand by the idea that ïżŒCaptain Marvel and Valkyrieâs ship name should be MarVal
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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 2
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 4k
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: She's a long one - thanks for your patience. In this chapter, we dig deeper into the reader and Sylvie's unique relationship dynamic. Lowkey proud of the character/relationship development.
The chaos of the world faded away as he held you.
The TVA no longer shook, Mobius wasnât running around like a madman with O.B., the universe wasnât collapsing. How could it, when you were holding your universe so tightly you thought you would break his ribs?Â
You had feared his anger, his resentment - mostly because you knew you deserved it. But Loki didnât hesitate to gather you in his embrace, arms twisting tightly around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
âI missed you,â he whispered.
âI missed you, too,â you whispered back.
âIâm so sorry,â you both blurted simultaneously.
Loki pulled back from you, chuckling with that mischievous twinkle in his eye.Â
âYou donât have to be sorry,â he said, caressing your cheek. âYou were only doing what you thought was right.â
âSo were you.â
âAnd, about Lamentis -â he started.
You knew what he really wanted to say: âAbout Sylvie.â
âLetâs not talk about that now,â you interrupted.Â
The image of He Who Remains flashed through your head. The memory of him telling you about the nature of Loki and Sylvieâs relationship. All mere hours after Loki told you he loved you for the first time. You subconsciously rubbed your chest at the heartache.Â
âWe have time,â you continued. âRight, now Iâm just happy to be back here.â
Lokiâs smile faded to a grimace. You watched as anxiety invaded every inch of his body. He started to bite his nails, but you slapped them away from his face before he could do any damage.Â
He shot you a look that read: really?
âBad habit,â you told him.
As a distraction, you slipped your hands into his. He interlaced your fingers before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.Â
âWe might not have as much time as you think, my dear.â
Suddenly, the ground between you and Loki split open. The two of you shot back in opposite directions. The TVA shook violently underneath your feet. Your home was being destroyed in front of your eyes - monitors falling to the floor, screens cracking, windows shattering.Â
The TemPad in your pocket shot out bright sparks. You shrieked, racing to grab it from your pocket and throw it aside. As soon as it fell to the TVA floor, it exploded, with pieces of metal flying everywhere. A piece of shrapnel was inches away from your face when it suddenly froze, surrounded by a bright green mist. Your eyes turned toward Loki whose hand was outstretched.Â
âNice catch,â you said.
The shrapnel fell to the ground, and Loki rushed over to you. He soothed his hand up and down your forearm, and a chill ran down your spine.Â
Slowly, the ruckus in the TVA simmered until it eventually stood still.Â
âI need to show you something,â Loki said softly.Â
This canât be good.
- â -
You stared out the glass of the observation room. Doxâs bombs had turned the timeline into a horrifying sight. Pieces of pure time floated away into the ether, the lives of those in it forever lost.
What if one of them was where you were originally from? Before the TVA kidnapped you and wiped your memories. You mightâve lost everything, and you wouldnât have even known.Â
âSo you need He Who Remainsâs aura?â You asked, not taking your eyes off the timeline.
âYes!â Said the chipper voice of O.B., who stood behind you at one of the computers.Â
âHow are we supposed to find him? He didnât exactly exist in the normal constraints of time. Is there even a past variant of him to find?â You ran circles in your head through all of the variables, all of the possibilities. Nothing made sense, not anymore.Â
âRenslayerâs working with him - I heard them,â explained Loki. âCaseyâs working to track her TemPad, so wherever - or whenever - we find her, we find him.â
âThis is such a mind fuck,â you scoffed in frustration.Â
âTell me about it,â Mobius laughed.Â
You jumped as the doors of the observation room opened, slamming against the wall. Casey ran in frantically, TVA guidebook in one hand, TemPad in the other.
âI found her.â
- â -
âI donât mind a nice skirt, but this corset is eating me alive,â you wheezed, pulling at the fabric across your stomach.
âI, for one, think you look rather stunning,â Loki flirted, shooting you a wink.
âCharmer,â you teased.
âI canât take you two anywhere,â Mobius groaned.Â
The three of you stood in Gilded Age clothing on the streets of Chicago. While the 1800s were hardly your favorite era from the timeline, it was beautiful up close.
Mobius walked ahead, but your and Lokiâs steps fell in sync. You linked your arm with his, briefly leaning your head on his shoulder.
âI know you said you didnât want to talk about it, but -â
âLoki -â
âI need you to know how much you matter to me. You. No one else. Never anyone else,â he hollered loudly. Passerby stared at the two of you, whispering to one another.Â
âApologies,â Loki said to them, tipping his tophat.Â
âI know you care about me Loki, but if you feel the same way for herâŠâ you trailed off, unsure of what you would do. You didnât even want to think about the possibility of his head turning.Â
âI donât,â he exasperated, as if the words pained him to hear. âI thought I was going to die on Lamentis. Iâd faced death before, but there was always a way around it. There wasnât then - I was staring into the face of an inevitable apocalypse. Neither of us were thinking straight and all I did was hold her hand. It was for comfort and reassurance. Not lust, not love, not even affection. All of my affections are reserved for you.â
He put his hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no hesitancy or distraction. The eye contact made you squirm internally, consumed by the bright blue swirls.Â
âI believe you,â you whispered, softly smiling at him.
Lokiâs eyebrows shot up, almost like he was startled.
âReally?â He asked in disbelief.
âWhy is that so surprising?â You chuckled, pushing a stray strand of raven hair behind his ear.Â
âPeople rarely trust my word,â he said, slowly grabbing your hand from his hair. âGod of Mischief and all.â
âI trust you, Mischief,â you said.
Iâve never said that to anyone before.Â
His eyes glazed over as he smiled at you. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.
âI trust you, too.â
âHurry the hell up!â You heard Mobius yell from down the block.
You and Loki burst out into laughter. He rarely laughed - it was a beautiful melody to hear. Â
âCome on then, lover,â you said, pulling on his hand. âWe have a fugitive to catch.âÂ
- â -
The three of you had split up, searching the festival for any sign of Renslayer or He Who Remains. Loki and Mobius had wandered off to this magic show by a man named Victor Timely. You, however, decided to walk around the grounds, searching the ins and outs of the crowd.Â
You smiled at the sighs. Children running freely, laughing with their friends. Families spending quality time together, sharing drinks and popcorn. Couples who got lost in their own little world. You wondered if Loki looked at you the way those men looked at their partners.Â
Everyone looked so happy. At peace and unaware of the coming war. These were the people you had sworn to protect. It was one thing to watch over them from the prison that is the Citadel, but to see them face-to-face was glorious.Â
A little girl with blonde hair parted into pigtails ran up to you and crashed into your legs, squeezing them tight.Â
âOh!â You startled, looking down at her. âHello there.â
You bent down to the girlâs height and waved. She waved back with her chubby little fingers.
âAre you alright?â Â
âShe wants to see you,â the little girl said.
âSorry?â
âShe wants to see you,â the little girl repeated. She was so young, her teeth hadnât even fully grown in. She smiled at you with her gums. âGo to the ferris wheel.â
âWho wants to see me?â
She opened her mouth, as if she was about to answer, but shut it quickly. She giggled before running off into the crowd.Â
It was like the air had turned cold. Every bone in your body told you not to follow.Â
Run.Â
But, before your mind could come to a decision, your legs started to move. You ran after the girl, ducking and dodging between people. The girl ran up the steps of the ferris wheel, disrupting the line of people who were waiting to ride. You ran into a few of them, and could hear their angry calls from behind you.Â
Once you reached the ferris wheel platform, you went to grab the little girlâs arm to stop her, but your fingers went right through her. You pulled your hand back, before reaching for her again. It wasnât real - she wasnât real. Then, she disappeared right between your fingers.
âI know illusions are more Lokiâs thing, but I knew you sure as hell wouldnât have followed me.â
You whipped around to see Sylvie leaning against the rail of the stairs. She looked different than the last time youâd seen her - which, coincidentally, was also when you tried to kill each other. She had grown her hair out into a mullet and ditched her traditional Loki armour for slacks and a long green jacket.Â
âWell, youâre right about that,â you retorted.Â
The air was tense between you, but you could tell she wasnât here to fight. Her eyes held a level of despair and loneliness you knew all too well. She wasnât even holding a knife, which was a rare occasion.
âI mean you no harm,â she whispered.
âI know,â you started. âLook, Iâm sorry. About everything. That wasnât how I wanted it all to happen.â
Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at you. You couldâve sworn you saw tears build up in her eyes, but she never let them fall.Â
Stubborn girl.
âYou donât have to say it back,â you added. âI know youâre-â
âIâm sorry, too,â she blurted.Â
âIs that the first time youâve apologized to someone?â You asked, chuckling.Â
Sylvie shrugged, unable to hide the smile on her face.
âI mean, Iâm not sorry about trying to kill He Who Remains. After everything he didâŠto everyone, to me. What did you expect me to do - believe him, trust him?â she sighed, trying to contain her frustration. âBut I shouldnât have hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, you must know that.â
âI do,â you whispered, nodded profusely. âI shouldnât have hurt you either.â
You walked toward the blonde, drawing her into a hug before she could protest. She didnât hug you back, but she did drop her head onto your shoulder.Â
Iâll take it.Â
âI really am sorry about what happened,â Sylvie said, pulling back from the embrace, eyes pleading with you. âAnd I hope you donât hate me for what Iâm about to do.
âWhat -â
Suddenly, footsteps boomed up the stairs and screams pierced your ears. A man emerged from the line, tripping over the stairs, and falling onto the platform. He stood up clumsily before rushing over to you and hiding behind your shoulder.
âWhat are you doing?!â You scolded, shoving the man off you.
âVictor!â
The familiar voice echoed throughout the platform as Loki entered your view. He pushed past people, running over to you and the man, prying him off of you. Loki held the man up by his collar, towering over him.
âDonât touch her,â Loki threatened. âYouâre clearly very good at getting away-â
You caught a glint of emerald in your periphery. Sylvie had drawn a blade from thin air, pointing it at the throat of the clumsy man.
âSylvie!â You and Loki both shouted.
Loki moved in front of the man, shielding him from his variant. He held his hands up, trying to reason with her.
âSylvie, no,â he spoke.Â
âYou stay out of this,â she snapped.
Using her magic, she lifted the man and Loki off their feet. She threw them backwards into one of the ferris wheel cars. She marched over to them, with you right on her heels. The car door slammed behind you.
You ran over to Loki, who was lying on the floor, clutching his side. You slipped your arm around his torso, sitting him up.Â
âAre you okay?â You asked, moving the hair out of his eyes.
He nodded, gripping your waist as he stood.Â
âJust wait,â he said to Sylvie. âJust wait one second!â
The blonde woman inched toward her prey.Â
âYouâve done enough,â she spat. âNow, get out of my face and let me finish my job.â
She swung her blade ferosiously toward Loki. Instinctively, you pushed him out of the way. The blade met your shoulder, cutting through your dress and across your skin. You cried out in pain, gripping your shoulder. Blood dribbled down the fabric of your arm, painting it a gruesome red.
Sylvieâs eyes widened, and she stepped back, dropping the blade to her side.
âNo, no,â she whispered to herself. âIâm sorry.â
Loki looked at your arm in horror, and in a blind furry, summoned all his magic. With a flash of bright green, Sylvie had flown back into the window. The glass crunched at the impact, slowly cracking as she fell to the floor.Â
Sylvie growled as she pushed herself to her feet.Â
âWhen you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life,â she yelled at Loki. âYou asked me what I would do if one of his variants turned up. And I told you then, Iâd kill him.â
Confusion prickled your mind, and you knew you had missed a step. You turned to look at the strange man Sylvie had been trying to kill.
âOh my god.â
You had been so distracted by the chaos, youâd never looked at him - really looked at him. Behind the glasses and the large hair, it was clear as day. He Who Remains stood before you.
âItâs not him,â Loki said. â[Y/N], my dear, meet Victor Timely.â
The strange man awkwardly adjusted his tailcoat before bowing his head at you.
âPleasure,â he greeted.Â
âUh huh,â you said, frozen in shock.
âLook, Sylvie,â Loki said. âWe need him. Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed.â
âGood. Let it burn. Do you care about anything but the TVA?â
âOf course I do!â He shot back, eyes flickering toward you.Â
âThe TVA,â Victor stuttered, grabbing something from inside his coat.Â
He pulled out a small orange booklet and started flipping through the pages. The TVA guidebook.
âHow did you get that?â You asked him.Â
He didnât get a chance to answer before Sylvie lunged at him again.
âI know you just want to be left alone to live a life on your branch,â Loki stopped her. âI understand that. But if the loom fails, and the TVA is destroyed, there wonât be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for anyone.â
Sylvie clenched her jaw.Â
âItâs true,â you chimed in.Â
Sylvie looked at you and you saw some of the fight disappear from her body.Â
âWe canât fix this without him,â you continued.Â
âStopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very different things,â Sylvie told you. âAnd working with one of his variants is not going to get you either.â
It was like she was pleading with you, begging you to be on her side. But this wasnât about sides - itâs life or death.Â
âYour machete hasnât solved any problems thus far,â Loki sassed, and you slapped him on the arm.Â
âCut it out,â you whispered.Â
He raised his hands in surrender.
âDo you really think I want to be here?â Sylvie asked you genuinely. âDo you think Iâm going to get any joy out of killing this man?â
âOf course not,â you shot back. âYouâre doing this because you think you have to, but Iâm trying to tell you that you donât.â
Sylvie summoned the TVA guidebook out of Victorâs hands, holding it out to you.
âWhere do you think he got this book?!â She cried out. âIf you - the ultimate timekeeper - and the TVA hadnât messed with him, heâd have remained harmless. But instead, you weaponized him!â
âI didnât do this,â you asserted. âWhat are you talking about?â
âRenslayer set him on a path that he wasnât meant for. And now you are waltzing him right back into the TVA. What, are you trying to get him to replace you? You finally realized you couldnât hack it?â
âWatch it,â you spat, trying to act like she hadnât hit a nerve.
âHeâs the thief of all free will,â she whispered, her tone cold like ice. âThe most dangerous man who ever lived.â
âIâve never met him in my life!â You screamed at her. âHeâs not He Who Remains. Just like you arenât Loki.â
âYou havenât got a clue.â
Sylvie ran around you, swinging her blade at Loki and Victor. Loki used his magic to move you into the corner of the car, out of harms way.Â
They were so quick in their movements you could barely see them fight. All you saw was swirls of green magic and wind rushing beneath Sylvieâs blade.Â
At one point the two shot blasts at each other simultaneously. The intertwined magic exploded like a grenade. The windows shattered and glass rained down on you. You tried to shield your face, but werenât quick enough to avoid the first few shards. They scraped at your face before falling to the floor.
You heard Loki yell as the force flung him and Victor from the car and down the platform stairs. You quickly ran to the ferris wheel platform, eyes widening in horror at Loki lying still in the dirt.Â
âLoki!â
You ran toward him, dropping your knees into the dirt beside him. You were so focused on him, you didnât notice Renslayer creep out of the crowd and run toward Victor.Â
Bystanders started to surround the four of you, helping Victor and Loki to their feet. Murmurs of questions and concerns rung through the festival.Â
âAre you alright?â You asked Loki, holding his cheek.
âWhere is he?â Loki asked.
âTimely?âÂ
âYes.â
âIâm not sure, I-â
A bright light flashed before you, Loki rushed in front of you, pushing you behind him.
âNo fucking way.â
A retro-decorated Miss Minutes stood 20 feet tall before you. She laughed manically as the crowd of people screamed and ran from her in horror. She stomped after them, ripping down flags and lights and throwing them to the ground.
âYou better run!â She shoutered in that southern accent.
âShe has a lot of audacity,â you said to Loki, rolling your eyes.
âTell me about it.â
Loki was shoved from the back, and you were about to whip around and yell at whoever did it, before Sylvie marched past him, body-checking his shoulder.
âThis is your fault,â she said to him before walking away.
âHonestly!â He groaned in frustration. It was like watching two siblings fight.
âDonât take it personally,â you tried. âSheâs like a moody teenager.â
âLoki! [Y/N]!â
Mobius rode around the corner in a idiotically small tricycle. He patted the seat behind him, as if to say hop on.
âFuck no.â
âAbsolutely not.â
- â -
After running around Chicago for an hour to no avail, you had tracked He Who Remains and Renslayer to a small, wooden lab in Michigan. You walked through the orange glow of the TimeDoor to find Renslayer strapped with a pruning gun, as Victor cowered before her.
While Loki and Mobius shouted at her to stop, you had waited far too long to confront Renslayer to merely use words.
You charged at her, tackling her to the ground. The gun went off in the struggle, pruning random items around the room - a chair, an invention, a mannequin.Â
âGet. Off!â Renslayer grunted below you.Â
You drew your fist back and punched her right in the face. Renslayer shrieked and clutched her nose, which now had blood flowing from it and onto her cheek.
âYou sent me to the void!â
You punched her again.
âYou betrayed us!âÂ
And again.
âI actually thought you were my friend!â
Again.
âYou tried to kill the man I love!â
Before you could punch Renslayer again, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off her. You fought against the hold, twisting around to find it was Mobius. Loki simply stood by the door, beaming at you proudly.Â
âThatâs my girl.â
Ravonna lay on the ground, unarmed, slipping in and out of consciousness. She tried to push herself up on her forearms, but failed, falling back to the floor.
âYouâve lost your way, Renslayer,â you spat at her. âAnd you lost everything because of it.â
âYou donât know what it takes to lead,â Renslayer groaned between spits of blood. âYou failed.â
You lunged at her again, but Mobius held you back.
âThink happy thoughts,â he tried to soothe. âPuppies, unicornsâŠjet skis.â
âI donât know, Mobius, I think you should let her have another go.â
Sylvie appeared from behind you, drawing her sword from her side. She walked over to Timely who recoiled to a corner of the lab. Her blade scraped across the wood as she dragged it over to his quivering form. Loki went to stop her, but you threw your arm out, blocking him.
âWait,â you told him.Â
Something felt different this time.
Sylvie held her blade up at the manâs throat - just close enough to feel like a threat, but not strong enough to pierce skin.Â
âPlease,â Victor begged softly, looking up a Sylvie. âI havenât done anything.â
âOh, you will. Youâll do terrible things.â
âThat isnât me. You donât know the heart I have beating in my chest,â a tear slipped down his face. âI can make my own choices.â
You watched as the words diffused into Sylvieâs mind.
I havenât done anything.Â
That isnât me.Â
I can make my own choices.
Victor Timely wasnât He Who Remains. He was simply Victor Timely. And if Sylvie slaughtered him for something he could do, or someone he could become, wouldnât that make her the same as those she despises? Wouldnât that directly contradict the free will she preaches?Â
âCome on, Sylvie,â you whispered to yourself.Â
Sylvieâs bottom lip quivered and her grip on the sword wavered. She breathed heavily, as if she was at war with herself. Slowly, she turned and looked at you, a tear slipping down her cheek.
âGet him out of here.â
You nodded, retracting your arm and letting Loki rush forward. As him and Mobius gathered Victor, you walked toward the somber woman. You wiped the tear staining her cheek.Â
âThe right things are always the hardest to do,â you spoke. âBut we must do them anyway.â
She leaned into your touch and closed her eyes, nodding slightly.Â
Mobius opened a TimeDoor and instructed Victor to walk through. Loki followed him, glancing back at Sylvie.
âDonât make me regret this,â she told him.
âI wonât,â he said before disappearing through the door, Mobius tailing after him.
âWhat are you going to do with Renslayer?â You asked Sylvie, nudging your head to the woman sprawled across the floor.
âIâm going to take her somewhere she canât hurt anyone.â
A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, and you wondered if youâve ever shared a moment that wasnât at least slightly uncomfortable.Â
âBe safe, Sylvie,â you told her, touching her shoulder.Â
You walked away. And you didnât look back.
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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 2
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 4k
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: She's a long one - thanks for your patience. In this chapter, we dig deeper into the reader and Sylvie's unique relationship dynamic. Lowkey proud of the character/relationship development.
The chaos of the world faded away as he held you.
The TVA no longer shook, Mobius wasnât running around like a madman with O.B., the universe wasnât collapsing. How could it, when you were holding your universe so tightly you thought you would break his ribs?Â
You had feared his anger, his resentment - mostly because you knew you deserved it. But Loki didnât hesitate to gather you in his embrace, arms twisting tightly around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
âI missed you,â he whispered.
âI missed you, too,â you whispered back.
âIâm so sorry,â you both blurted simultaneously.
Loki pulled back from you, chuckling with that mischievous twinkle in his eye.Â
âYou donât have to be sorry,â he said, caressing your cheek. âYou were only doing what you thought was right.â
âSo were you.â
âAnd, about Lamentis -â he started.
You knew what he really wanted to say: âAbout Sylvie.â
âLetâs not talk about that now,â you interrupted.Â
The image of He Who Remains flashed through your head. The memory of him telling you about the nature of Loki and Sylvieâs relationship. All mere hours after Loki told you he loved you for the first time. You subconsciously rubbed your chest at the heartache.Â
âWe have time,â you continued. âRight, now Iâm just happy to be back here.â
Lokiâs smile faded to a grimace. You watched as anxiety invaded every inch of his body. He started to bite his nails, but you slapped them away from his face before he could do any damage.Â
He shot you a look that read: really?
âBad habit,â you told him.
As a distraction, you slipped your hands into his. He interlaced your fingers before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.Â
âWe might not have as much time as you think, my dear.â
Suddenly, the ground between you and Loki split open. The two of you shot back in opposite directions. The TVA shook violently underneath your feet. Your home was being destroyed in front of your eyes - monitors falling to the floor, screens cracking, windows shattering.Â
The TemPad in your pocket shot out bright sparks. You shrieked, racing to grab it from your pocket and throw it aside. As soon as it fell to the TVA floor, it exploded, with pieces of metal flying everywhere. A piece of shrapnel was inches away from your face when it suddenly froze, surrounded by a bright green mist. Your eyes turned toward Loki whose hand was outstretched.Â
âNice catch,â you said.
The shrapnel fell to the ground, and Loki rushed over to you. He soothed his hand up and down your forearm, and a chill ran down your spine.Â
Slowly, the ruckus in the TVA simmered until it eventually stood still.Â
âI need to show you something,â Loki said softly.Â
This canât be good.
- â -
You stared out the glass of the observation room. Doxâs bombs had turned the timeline into a horrifying sight. Pieces of pure time floated away into the ether, the lives of those in it forever lost.
What if one of them was where you were originally from? Before the TVA kidnapped you and wiped your memories. You mightâve lost everything, and you wouldnât have even known.Â
âSo you need He Who Remainsâs aura?â You asked, not taking your eyes off the timeline.
âYes!â Said the chipper voice of O.B., who stood behind you at one of the computers.Â
âHow are we supposed to find him? He didnât exactly exist in the normal constraints of time. Is there even a past variant of him to find?â You ran circles in your head through all of the variables, all of the possibilities. Nothing made sense, not anymore.Â
âRenslayerâs working with him - I heard them,â explained Loki. âCaseyâs working to track her TemPad, so wherever - or whenever - we find her, we find him.â
âThis is such a mind fuck,â you scoffed in frustration.Â
âTell me about it,â Mobius laughed.Â
You jumped as the doors of the observation room opened, slamming against the wall. Casey ran in frantically, TVA guidebook in one hand, TemPad in the other.
âI found her.â
- â -
âI donât mind a nice skirt, but this corset is eating me alive,â you wheezed, pulling at the fabric across your stomach.
âI, for one, think you look rather stunning,â Loki flirted, shooting you a wink.
âCharmer,â you teased.
âI canât take you two anywhere,â Mobius groaned.Â
The three of you stood in Gilded Age clothing on the streets of Chicago. While the 1800s were hardly your favorite era from the timeline, it was beautiful up close.
Mobius walked ahead, but your and Lokiâs steps fell in sync. You linked your arm with his, briefly leaning your head on his shoulder.
âI know you said you didnât want to talk about it, but -â
âLoki -â
âI need you to know how much you matter to me. You. No one else. Never anyone else,â he hollered loudly. Passerby stared at the two of you, whispering to one another.Â
âApologies,â Loki said to them, tipping his tophat.Â
âI know you care about me Loki, but if you feel the same way for herâŠâ you trailed off, unsure of what you would do. You didnât even want to think about the possibility of his head turning.Â
âI donât,â he exasperated, as if the words pained him to hear. âI thought I was going to die on Lamentis. Iâd faced death before, but there was always a way around it. There wasnât then - I was staring into the face of an inevitable apocalypse. Neither of us were thinking straight and all I did was hold her hand. It was for comfort and reassurance. Not lust, not love, not even affection. All of my affections are reserved for you.â
He put his hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no hesitancy or distraction. The eye contact made you squirm internally, consumed by the bright blue swirls.Â
âI believe you,â you whispered, softly smiling at him.
Lokiâs eyebrows shot up, almost like he was startled.
âReally?â He asked in disbelief.
âWhy is that so surprising?â You chuckled, pushing a stray strand of raven hair behind his ear.Â
âPeople rarely trust my word,â he said, slowly grabbing your hand from his hair. âGod of Mischief and all.â
âI trust you, Mischief,â you said.
Iâve never said that to anyone before.Â
His eyes glazed over as he smiled at you. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.
âI trust you, too.â
âHurry the hell up!â You heard Mobius yell from down the block.
You and Loki burst out into laughter. He rarely laughed - it was a beautiful melody to hear. Â
âCome on then, lover,â you said, pulling on his hand. âWe have a fugitive to catch.âÂ
- â -
The three of you had split up, searching the festival for any sign of Renslayer or He Who Remains. Loki and Mobius had wandered off to this magic show by a man named Victor Timely. You, however, decided to walk around the grounds, searching the ins and outs of the crowd.Â
You smiled at the sighs. Children running freely, laughing with their friends. Families spending quality time together, sharing drinks and popcorn. Couples who got lost in their own little world. You wondered if Loki looked at you the way those men looked at their partners.Â
Everyone looked so happy. At peace and unaware of the coming war. These were the people you had sworn to protect. It was one thing to watch over them from the prison that is the Citadel, but to see them face-to-face was glorious.Â
A little girl with blonde hair parted into pigtails ran up to you and crashed into your legs, squeezing them tight.Â
âOh!â You startled, looking down at her. âHello there.â
You bent down to the girlâs height and waved. She waved back with her chubby little fingers.
âAre you alright?â Â
âShe wants to see you,â the little girl said.
âSorry?â
âShe wants to see you,â the little girl repeated. She was so young, her teeth hadnât even fully grown in. She smiled at you with her gums. âGo to the ferris wheel.â
âWho wants to see me?â
She opened her mouth, as if she was about to answer, but shut it quickly. She giggled before running off into the crowd.Â
It was like the air had turned cold. Every bone in your body told you not to follow.Â
Run.Â
But, before your mind could come to a decision, your legs started to move. You ran after the girl, ducking and dodging between people. The girl ran up the steps of the ferris wheel, disrupting the line of people who were waiting to ride. You ran into a few of them, and could hear their angry calls from behind you.Â
Once you reached the ferris wheel platform, you went to grab the little girlâs arm to stop her, but your fingers went right through her. You pulled your hand back, before reaching for her again. It wasnât real - she wasnât real. Then, she disappeared right between your fingers.
âI know illusions are more Lokiâs thing, but I knew you sure as hell wouldnât have followed me.â
You whipped around to see Sylvie leaning against the rail of the stairs. She looked different than the last time youâd seen her - which, coincidentally, was also when you tried to kill each other. She had grown her hair out into a mullet and ditched her traditional Loki armour for slacks and a long green jacket.Â
âWell, youâre right about that,â you retorted.Â
The air was tense between you, but you could tell she wasnât here to fight. Her eyes held a level of despair and loneliness you knew all too well. She wasnât even holding a knife, which was a rare occasion.
âI mean you no harm,â she whispered.
âI know,â you started. âLook, Iâm sorry. About everything. That wasnât how I wanted it all to happen.â
Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at you. You couldâve sworn you saw tears build up in her eyes, but she never let them fall.Â
Stubborn girl.
âYou donât have to say it back,â you added. âI know youâre-â
âIâm sorry, too,â she blurted.Â
âIs that the first time youâve apologized to someone?â You asked, chuckling.Â
Sylvie shrugged, unable to hide the smile on her face.
âI mean, Iâm not sorry about trying to kill He Who Remains. After everything he didâŠto everyone, to me. What did you expect me to do - believe him, trust him?â she sighed, trying to contain her frustration. âBut I shouldnât have hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, you must know that.â
âI do,â you whispered, nodded profusely. âI shouldnât have hurt you either.â
You walked toward the blonde, drawing her into a hug before she could protest. She didnât hug you back, but she did drop her head onto your shoulder.Â
Iâll take it.Â
âI really am sorry about what happened,â Sylvie said, pulling back from the embrace, eyes pleading with you. âAnd I hope you donât hate me for what Iâm about to do.
âWhat -â
Suddenly, footsteps boomed up the stairs and screams pierced your ears. A man emerged from the line, tripping over the stairs, and falling onto the platform. He stood up clumsily before rushing over to you and hiding behind your shoulder.
âWhat are you doing?!â You scolded, shoving the man off you.
âVictor!â
The familiar voice echoed throughout the platform as Loki entered your view. He pushed past people, running over to you and the man, prying him off of you. Loki held the man up by his collar, towering over him.
âDonât touch her,â Loki threatened. âYouâre clearly very good at getting away-â
You caught a glint of emerald in your periphery. Sylvie had drawn a blade from thin air, pointing it at the throat of the clumsy man.
âSylvie!â You and Loki both shouted.
Loki moved in front of the man, shielding him from his variant. He held his hands up, trying to reason with her.
âSylvie, no,â he spoke.Â
âYou stay out of this,â she snapped.
Using her magic, she lifted the man and Loki off their feet. She threw them backwards into one of the ferris wheel cars. She marched over to them, with you right on her heels. The car door slammed behind you.
You ran over to Loki, who was lying on the floor, clutching his side. You slipped your arm around his torso, sitting him up.Â
âAre you okay?â You asked, moving the hair out of his eyes.
He nodded, gripping your waist as he stood.Â
âJust wait,â he said to Sylvie. âJust wait one second!â
The blonde woman inched toward her prey.Â
âYouâve done enough,â she spat. âNow, get out of my face and let me finish my job.â
She swung her blade ferosiously toward Loki. Instinctively, you pushed him out of the way. The blade met your shoulder, cutting through your dress and across your skin. You cried out in pain, gripping your shoulder. Blood dribbled down the fabric of your arm, painting it a gruesome red.
Sylvieâs eyes widened, and she stepped back, dropping the blade to her side.
âNo, no,â she whispered to herself. âIâm sorry.â
Loki looked at your arm in horror, and in a blind furry, summoned all his magic. With a flash of bright green, Sylvie had flown back into the window. The glass crunched at the impact, slowly cracking as she fell to the floor.Â
Sylvie growled as she pushed herself to her feet.Â
âWhen you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life,â she yelled at Loki. âYou asked me what I would do if one of his variants turned up. And I told you then, Iâd kill him.â
Confusion prickled your mind, and you knew you had missed a step. You turned to look at the strange man Sylvie had been trying to kill.
âOh my god.â
You had been so distracted by the chaos, youâd never looked at him - really looked at him. Behind the glasses and the large hair, it was clear as day. He Who Remains stood before you.
âItâs not him,â Loki said. â[Y/N], my dear, meet Victor Timely.â
The strange man awkwardly adjusted his tailcoat before bowing his head at you.
âPleasure,â he greeted.Â
âUh huh,â you said, frozen in shock.
âLook, Sylvie,â Loki said. âWe need him. Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed.â
âGood. Let it burn. Do you care about anything but the TVA?â
âOf course I do!â He shot back, eyes flickering toward you.Â
âThe TVA,â Victor stuttered, grabbing something from inside his coat.Â
He pulled out a small orange booklet and started flipping through the pages. The TVA guidebook.
âHow did you get that?â You asked him.Â
He didnât get a chance to answer before Sylvie lunged at him again.
âI know you just want to be left alone to live a life on your branch,â Loki stopped her. âI understand that. But if the loom fails, and the TVA is destroyed, there wonât be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for anyone.â
Sylvie clenched her jaw.Â
âItâs true,â you chimed in.Â
Sylvie looked at you and you saw some of the fight disappear from her body.Â
âWe canât fix this without him,â you continued.Â
âStopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very different things,â Sylvie told you. âAnd working with one of his variants is not going to get you either.â
It was like she was pleading with you, begging you to be on her side. But this wasnât about sides - itâs life or death.Â
âYour machete hasnât solved any problems thus far,â Loki sassed, and you slapped him on the arm.Â
âCut it out,â you whispered.Â
He raised his hands in surrender.
âDo you really think I want to be here?â Sylvie asked you genuinely. âDo you think Iâm going to get any joy out of killing this man?â
âOf course not,â you shot back. âYouâre doing this because you think you have to, but Iâm trying to tell you that you donât.â
Sylvie summoned the TVA guidebook out of Victorâs hands, holding it out to you.
âWhere do you think he got this book?!â She cried out. âIf you - the ultimate timekeeper - and the TVA hadnât messed with him, heâd have remained harmless. But instead, you weaponized him!â
âI didnât do this,â you asserted. âWhat are you talking about?â
âRenslayer set him on a path that he wasnât meant for. And now you are waltzing him right back into the TVA. What, are you trying to get him to replace you? You finally realized you couldnât hack it?â
âWatch it,â you spat, trying to act like she hadnât hit a nerve.
âHeâs the thief of all free will,â she whispered, her tone cold like ice. âThe most dangerous man who ever lived.â
âIâve never met him in my life!â You screamed at her. âHeâs not He Who Remains. Just like you arenât Loki.â
âYou havenât got a clue.â
Sylvie ran around you, swinging her blade at Loki and Victor. Loki used his magic to move you into the corner of the car, out of harms way.Â
They were so quick in their movements you could barely see them fight. All you saw was swirls of green magic and wind rushing beneath Sylvieâs blade.Â
At one point the two shot blasts at each other simultaneously. The intertwined magic exploded like a grenade. The windows shattered and glass rained down on you. You tried to shield your face, but werenât quick enough to avoid the first few shards. They scraped at your face before falling to the floor.
You heard Loki yell as the force flung him and Victor from the car and down the platform stairs. You quickly ran to the ferris wheel platform, eyes widening in horror at Loki lying still in the dirt.Â
âLoki!â
You ran toward him, dropping your knees into the dirt beside him. You were so focused on him, you didnât notice Renslayer creep out of the crowd and run toward Victor.Â
Bystanders started to surround the four of you, helping Victor and Loki to their feet. Murmurs of questions and concerns rung through the festival.Â
âAre you alright?â You asked Loki, holding his cheek.
âWhere is he?â Loki asked.
âTimely?âÂ
âYes.â
âIâm not sure, I-â
A bright light flashed before you, Loki rushed in front of you, pushing you behind him.
âNo fucking way.â
A retro-decorated Miss Minutes stood 20 feet tall before you. She laughed manically as the crowd of people screamed and ran from her in horror. She stomped after them, ripping down flags and lights and throwing them to the ground.
âYou better run!â She shoutered in that southern accent.
âShe has a lot of audacity,â you said to Loki, rolling your eyes.
âTell me about it.â
Loki was shoved from the back, and you were about to whip around and yell at whoever did it, before Sylvie marched past him, body-checking his shoulder.
âThis is your fault,â she said to him before walking away.
âHonestly!â He groaned in frustration. It was like watching two siblings fight.
âDonât take it personally,â you tried. âSheâs like a moody teenager.â
âLoki! [Y/N]!â
Mobius rode around the corner in a idiotically small tricycle. He patted the seat behind him, as if to say hop on.
âFuck no.â
âAbsolutely not.â
- â -
After running around Chicago for an hour to no avail, you had tracked He Who Remains and Renslayer to a small, wooden lab in Michigan. You walked through the orange glow of the TimeDoor to find Renslayer strapped with a pruning gun, as Victor cowered before her.
While Loki and Mobius shouted at her to stop, you had waited far too long to confront Renslayer to merely use words.
You charged at her, tackling her to the ground. The gun went off in the struggle, pruning random items around the room - a chair, an invention, a mannequin.Â
âGet. Off!â Renslayer grunted below you.Â
You drew your fist back and punched her right in the face. Renslayer shrieked and clutched her nose, which now had blood flowing from it and onto her cheek.
âYou sent me to the void!â
You punched her again.
âYou betrayed us!âÂ
And again.
âI actually thought you were my friend!â
Again.
âYou tried to kill the man I love!â
Before you could punch Renslayer again, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off her. You fought against the hold, twisting around to find it was Mobius. Loki simply stood by the door, beaming at you proudly.Â
âThatâs my girl.â
Ravonna lay on the ground, unarmed, slipping in and out of consciousness. She tried to push herself up on her forearms, but failed, falling back to the floor.
âYouâve lost your way, Renslayer,â you spat at her. âAnd you lost everything because of it.â
âYou donât know what it takes to lead,â Renslayer groaned between spits of blood. âYou failed.â
You lunged at her again, but Mobius held you back.
âThink happy thoughts,â he tried to soothe. âPuppies, unicornsâŠjet skis.â
âI donât know, Mobius, I think you should let her have another go.â
Sylvie appeared from behind you, drawing her sword from her side. She walked over to Timely who recoiled to a corner of the lab. Her blade scraped across the wood as she dragged it over to his quivering form. Loki went to stop her, but you threw your arm out, blocking him.
âWait,â you told him.Â
Something felt different this time.
Sylvie held her blade up at the manâs throat - just close enough to feel like a threat, but not strong enough to pierce skin.Â
âPlease,â Victor begged softly, looking up a Sylvie. âI havenât done anything.â
âOh, you will. Youâll do terrible things.â
âThat isnât me. You donât know the heart I have beating in my chest,â a tear slipped down his face. âI can make my own choices.â
You watched as the words diffused into Sylvieâs mind.
I havenât done anything.Â
That isnât me.Â
I can make my own choices.
Victor Timely wasnât He Who Remains. He was simply Victor Timely. And if Sylvie slaughtered him for something he could do, or someone he could become, wouldnât that make her the same as those she despises? Wouldnât that directly contradict the free will she preaches?Â
âCome on, Sylvie,â you whispered to yourself.Â
Sylvieâs bottom lip quivered and her grip on the sword wavered. She breathed heavily, as if she was at war with herself. Slowly, she turned and looked at you, a tear slipping down her cheek.
âGet him out of here.â
You nodded, retracting your arm and letting Loki rush forward. As him and Mobius gathered Victor, you walked toward the somber woman. You wiped the tear staining her cheek.Â
âThe right things are always the hardest to do,â you spoke. âBut we must do them anyway.â
She leaned into your touch and closed her eyes, nodding slightly.Â
Mobius opened a TimeDoor and instructed Victor to walk through. Loki followed him, glancing back at Sylvie.
âDonât make me regret this,â she told him.
âI wonât,â he said before disappearing through the door, Mobius tailing after him.
âWhat are you going to do with Renslayer?â You asked Sylvie, nudging your head to the woman sprawled across the floor.
âIâm going to take her somewhere she canât hurt anyone.â
A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, and you wondered if youâve ever shared a moment that wasnât at least slightly uncomfortable.Â
âBe safe, Sylvie,â you told her, touching her shoulder.Â
You walked away. And you didnât look back.
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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 1
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 1.5k
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: chapter 1 is here!! I'm gonna try to upload weekly. I'll try to stay somewhat canon-compliant but since I kind of diverged during the season 1 finale, not everything will be the exact same as the show (obv). Enjoy!
Itâs hard being in a place outside of time.
Your life drags on, but thereâs nothing to quantify it; no way to measure your loneliness or your work. But - if you had to guess - it would be somewhere close to eternity.Â
You hadnât slept once since He Who Remains passed. It was peaceful, just like heâd hoped. And it was a stark reminder that despite everything, he was still just a human being.Â
âYou must protect the timeline,â he whispered to you on his deathbed. âMy variantsâŠif they come -â
âI wonât let them,â you interrupted. âIâm not scared.â
âYou should be,â he said, voice quivering. âThe Conqueror. He has no hesitation, no restraint. He is a vessel of destruction. I am a vessel of destruction.â
You took his shaking hand, gripping it tightly. Your heart thumped in your chest, nearly blocking out all other sounds. It was like someone was squeezing your ribs, blocking any air from coming in. Â
âEverything will be okay,â you promised.
It was a lie.
- - -
âNo, no, no, no,â you repeated to yourself.Â
You were running around the citadel, from TemPad to TemPad, document to document. It was a mess - books scattered across the floor and cracks breaking apart the marble walls.Â
âMiss Minutes!â You called.
âYes?â
You shrieked at the sudden voice and whipped around to find the orange clock floating behind you.Â
âWhy isnât Renslayer answering my calls?â You questioned.
Miss Minutes wasnât taking your succession of Time too well. She met every question or command you gave with an eye roll or a snarky comment.
âI already told you,â she said, exasperated. âI donât know.â
âYour job is literally to know everything,â you snapped, slamming a document down onto your desk.Â
âHey!â She retorted. âYou watch your tone with me, missy. Judge Renslayer is completely off the grid. I canât track her or her TemPad anywhere.â
âCanât or wonât?â You asked.Â
Miss Minutes didnât answer. She simply scoffed and crossed her orange arms.Â
âYou see that?âÂ
You pointed out the window - to the Sacred Timeline beyond the Citadel. Except, it didnât look the same as when you arrived. Instead of a beautiful blend of neon hues in one direction, streaks were going in all different directions. Branches, and they were growing fast.
âIf I canât contact the TVAâs head judge, then we canât create a plan to stop this branching!âÂ
You were screaming at this point, more to yourself than Miss Minutes. Â
âThis never happened under He Who Remains,â Miss Minutes argued, pointing her gloved finger at you. âThis problem started as soon as you took over.â
You glared daggers at the AI, but she wasnât wrong. You had promised to protect and uphold Time, to prevent a multiversal war. All you had accomplished since you took over was making it worse.
âItâs not just me,â you tried to reason. âThe TVA is falling apart. Now that we - the employees - know theyâre variants, theyâre either going back to their place on the timeline or refusing to prune. Itâs a disaster!â
You plopped onto your desk chair, burying your head in your hands. Your nails picked at your scalp, pulling hair and skin out of frustration.
âThis is your responsibility now,â Miss Minutes told you coldly. âIf the TVA isnât working right, get down there and fix it yourself.â
And with that, she was gone. The only person - and you use âpersonâ loosely - you had to talk to.Â
You sniffled into your sleeve. It was a blue sweater, warm and soft. It might appear mundane, but it was the only piece of clothing youâd worn that wasnât your TVA uniform. It wasnât supposed to be defined by your job, but you. Yet here you were sniffling into it as you crumbled under the pressure of your choices.Â
âI canât fix it. Why canât I fix it?â You scolded yourself as tears cascaded down your cheeks.Â
Miss Minutesâs words echoed in your head.
Get down there and fix it yourself.
Your eyes narrowed at the TemPad that sat on the desk before you. You wiped your eyes on your sleeve before grabbing the device and activating a Time Door.Â
You walked toward it, prepared to enter when something caught your eye. Your old TVA jacket lay scattered on the floor in the corner, still caked in blood from when you fought Sylvie and Loki. The memories flashed through your mind, and you winced. You pictured an alternate timeline where everything worked out perfectly. You and Loki together in a beautiful house. You would get a high position at a tech company as he spends his days exploring human literature and making amends for his past. Sylvie peacefully traipsing the countryside, finally having that chip off her shoulder. Mobius visiting you and Loki, sharing stories about his jet ski rides.
If only reality were as perfect as dreams.Â
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you ran and grabbed the jacket from the floor. It slipped on easily, like habit. As much as you had tried to run away from it, there was comfort in the familiarity.Â
The Time Door stood before you, inviting you in. You inhaled a deep breath and closed your eyes.
And then you walked through.Â
When you opened your eyes, you saw two gold doors. You backed up, trying to figure out where you were, only to back into a wall. The tiny space you were in was an elevator, you quickly realized. No button was pressed, but it moved nonetheless like it was taking you where you needed to go.Â
You were about to slip the TemPad into your pocket when it started beeping furiously.Â
âI swear if this isnât Renslayer -â
There was no message, no notification awaiting you. Instead, what you saw was utter destruction.Â
âOh my God,â you whispered in horror.
Bomb after bomb was being dropped on branches. They snapped off the timeline like twigs as entire universes were completely eradicated. It wasnât pruning - it was genocide.
If you had never let the branches grow this far, this never would have happened.Â
Itâs your fault.
Itâs all your fault.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. The control room of the TVA was packed. Analysts and Hunters crowded the room, staring at the screen in front of them. What was on your TemPad was now displayed much bigger. A broken timeline, a massacre.
âThose are lives,â you heard someone say.Â
Shock overcame your body. You had no control anymore of your actions - you didnât even realize you had been walking until the elevator doors shut behind you and you were in the center of the control room.Â
The TVA workers parted as you walked by them. Gossip spread, and whispers were shared. They all knew - you could tell. They knew about your betrayal, how you sided with the man that had stolen their lives - your life.Â
As the last of them parted, one person stood firmly in your way. Raven hair messily fell past his cheeks, and his blue eyes bored into you. They widened as if he couldnât believe what he was seeing.
âHi.â
It was all you could say.Â
âHi,â he responded.Â
An awkward pause settled between you. Loki cleared his throat and turned to Mobius, who nodded at him encouragingly.Â
âHe was wrong,â Loki said to you. âA replacement didnât stop the branching.â
âHe wasnât wrong,â you told him softly. âI just wasnât right.â
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
âWhat?â
âI tried,â you said, voice cracking. Tears slowly welled in your eyes. âI thought I could fix it. But no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. I was never enough. I failed.â
You tried to wipe your tears discreetly so no one would see. Â
âYou have some nerve showing up here,â one of the workers shouted. Others sounded their agreement.Â
You stared at the floor in shame.
âEasy, X-10 or Iâll throw you in that cell with Brad,â Loki threatened, his tone pointed and glare blazing.Â
âI want to help,â you said to the hunter. âThereâs a war coming. We need to be ready.â
Mutters broke out amongst the crowd.
âA war?â
âWhat war?â
âWhat do you mean?â
But amidst all the chaos, Lokiâs eyes didnât leave yours. You watched as he slowly walked toward you. The anger in his eyes faded immediately when he looked at you. Instead, they looked sad - the type of melancholy only heartbreak could cause. Misery, longing, and fear all in one. But he pushed it aside, approaching you and holding out his hand.
âStay?â He asked softly.
âAlways.â
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You'll never be hungry while you're around Druig, since he never stops snacking. He might have something to snack on in his pocket.
Sunshine by @itsapeterthing
As the eternal with the gift of weather and nature, you use it to your advantage, especially with your husband, Druig.
Did You Miss Me? by @helloheyhihowdyheya
When the Emergence began, Druig had to erase your memories of him. Now, he's come back to remind you.
Hidden bonds by @werewolf-witchboy
After many years of being split up, the Eternals must come together as a team again. Nobody seems to know where you've been all these years, so they've gone to the one person who might know of your whereabouts.
Little did they know that you're a lot closer than they thought.
How could they not know? by @saintlike78
Your relationship with Druig has been a long one, spanning over thousands of centuries⊠yet it takes your fellow Eternals 7000 years to piece it all together.
See You Again by @peterbarnes
Thousands of years after going your separate ways, Druig shows up at your apartment with his signature smirk and some bad news. You find yourself falling in love with him all over againâŠor maybe you never fell out of love.
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all the love on âmaybeâ makes me so happy. thank you guys â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž we are SO back babyyyy
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Maybe: Season 2 Prologue
Summary:Â You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: Hi everybody! I canât believe itâs been two years and some change since season 1. The response I got for the Maybe series was so overwhelming that I decided to keep it up for season 2. Plus, I couldnât just leave you all on that cliffhanger. This is a prologue, so itâs just a little taster. But donât worry Iâm heavy into chapter 1 of the new season, so thatâll be coming soon.
Youâve seen this film before.Â
âI donât want a throne. I just⊠I just want you to be okay.â
This is the part where you kiss him; passionately, roughly, only to throw him out of a time door.Â
But you donât.
Instead, you took the sword gripped between your palms and thrusted it outwards - right into his heart. Loki let out something between a gasp and a groan, falling to his knees in pain. The giant sword protrudes out of chest. And without even a second of hesitation, you ripped it right back out of him. The metal was caked with the blood of a god. It ran down the sword and onto your hands.
Lokiâs white shirt quickly soaked red, and blood leaked out of his mouth. He poorly gasped for breath, trying to say your name, to call out for you. Yet, you stood there, stoic, monstrous.
You watched as the blood left his body and, eventually, as the life left his eyes.Â
And then you woke up.Â
Your screams echoed off the walls of the citadel. You were sat in your chair - your throne now, you supposed.Â
âJust a dream,â you whispered to yourself. âItâs not real, itâs not real.â
âPerhaps it is,â a voice said.Â
Your head whipped to the side to see He Who Remains leaning against the windows, gazing out into Time. The world outside the Citadel was breathtaking. It was everything and nothing, all at once. The soft purple hues of space, met with the burning neon of the timeline.Â
âHow long was I out for?â You asked.
âWeâre at the end of time, dear,â he reminded you. âYour nap is not quantifiable.â
You nodded before pausing and processing what he originally said.Â
âWhat do you mean, âperhaps it is?ââÂ
âPardon?â
âMy dream,â you pressed. âI said it wasnât real, and you said âperhaps it is.ââ
âAh yes,â he mused, walking over from the expansive windows to your desk. You had decluttered it, throwing away all his broken TemPads and unread files. A clean slate. A new era.Â
âDreams are simply windows into time. Everything you dream is another you, in another timeline,â he continued.
âBut that wasnât another timeline,â you questioned. âThat just happened. Loki and Sylvie and I were here to kill you. But we justâŠâ
âCouldnât hack it? Betrayed one another?â He jabbed.
You glared daggers at the man before you. For the keeper of the multiverse, he sure was a pain in the ass.Â
âEvery decision we make - if significant enough - has the potential to create a branch. Your dream may have been about a situation you just experienced, but Iâm guessing it didnât go quite the way you remember.â He Who Remains chuckled, as if educating a child.Â
You shifted your gaze to the floor, ashamed to even admit how your dream ended.
âI killed him,â you whispered, nails biting into the skin of your palm.Â
âNot exactly. Another you, in another timeline made the choice to kill him.âÂ
âThat doesnât make it any better,â you retored weakly.Â
âItâs not supposed to,â he said bluntly.Â
You curled into yourself on the chair, hugging your knees and burying your head between them. Your mind screamed at the infinite possibilities, all the what-ifs. Maybe if you were stronger, better, you couldâve have found a different way out. A way where Loki didnât have to hurt you, and you didnât have to hurt him back.Â
âBut that is why youâre here,â He Who Remains said, lowering himself to his knees. He gently placed his hands on your arms, and you peaked out from between your knees. âTo get rid of those timelines, those anomalies where we let the worst parts of ourselves get the better of us. Youâre here to keep the peace, to protect the Sacred Timeline.â
You harshly rubbed your leaking eyes. Â
Leaders canât be weak. Donât be weak.Â
âIâm old, tired. Iâm not going to be here much longer,â he said softly. âTime will take me away and I will be grateful for it. The stability of time will be up to you.â
It will be up to you.
Itâs all up to you.
next chapter
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Since Season 2 just started, thought Iâd remind you guys of a little series called MaybeâŠđ
Maybe Series Masterlist
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Warnings: Violence, angst (but good fluff too), swearing
Season 1:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Season 2:
To Be Continued...
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behind every hot girl is a strong and deep connection to this justice league
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i wanna start writing again đ college has been kicking my ass but i miss sharing stories w/ yaâll đ„ž
if anyone has any ideas send em my way đ€·ââïž
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not you include me with tumblr legends. thank u â€ïž
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he doesn't dress for villains,
or for innocents,
he's on his vigilante shit, again ;)
@janetsnakehole02 i knew you'd enjoy <3
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Iâd like to think of Mattâs happiness in this episode as a big middle finger to Stick.
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