#fun times on lamentis with loki and sylvie

[nostalgia-tblr]

So I am ostensibly doing Fic Research by rewatching an episode of telly and re that post about Depressing Sylvie Headcanons I think it is probably correct and Sylvie no longer speaks Asgardian, for I def got the vibe that she has no idea what the words to that song are.

Meanwhile, look at the stance, look at the swagger:

This 'serenading the lady (or gentleman, or whoever) to win them over' technique has worked before and is expected to work again. That's confidence. Misplaced confidence, but it's still confidence.

However:

Oh no, the lad is smitten. Caught in your own spell, you idiot. You fool. You protagonist who will be heartbroken a few episodes from now.

[mcuchallenge]

Ok, folks, we've gathered all your nominations for Loki week and it's polls time! 😁 Day 1 got so many nominations that we had to split it into 2 polls, cause it didn't fit in one - we divided the scenes by seasons, so here is Day 1 Part 1 poll:

Part 2 (S2) is here. (The winners of those 2 polls will then face each other to determine the ultimate winner 😉)

Thank you everyone for nominating and let's have fun deciding on those winners! 😜

[inglorious-purpose]

Shut up, Loki

How many times is Loki told to shut up in his own show? As soon as Mobius meets him, he taunts Loki for being “talky-talky.” And despite Mobius’ stated interest in learning what makes Loki tick, he impatiently cuts him off when Loki geeks out about the difference between illusion projection and duplication casting (which made my nerdy ass love him even more), or chatters about strategies for dealing with a trickster. And of course there’s the scene in the time-loop torture chamber where Mobius asks Loki whether he cares for Sylvie, then deadass tells him to shut up when he tries to answer. Mobius pretends to be a sympathetic ear, but his actions suggest otherwise. He’s not interested in Loki for Loki’s sake; Mobius uses him as a tool first to catch Sylvie, and then to discover the truth about the TVA. Otherwise, shut up Loki.

Sylvie’s even worse. Her enchantees in Roxxcart mock Loki (”you sure do love to hear yourself talk”), and she tells him to pipe down idk how many times on Lamentis. Even when they reach the Citadel -- despite all they’ve been through together -- she tells him to shut up when he gently asks if she’s ok. Loki’s variants shush him in the Void (although to be fair they’re worried about attracting Alioth), and even He Who Remains chides him for “all that t-t-t-talking” (which is especially ironic given that HWR is in the middle of an extremely long-winded monologue about the multiverse). It’s a constant theme: shut up, Loki. You’re not important. This isn’t your story. It’s not about you. 

And in the finale when Loki’s trying to get through to Sylvie, begging her to listen, she deflects and accuses and taunts. His sincerity is heartbreaking, his vulnerability endearing, and she’s having none of it. He’s desperately trying to be heard but it means fuck-all to her. Shut up, Loki. Nobody’s listening. Nobody cares.

Funny thing is, Loki never struck me as the garrulous type. In early scenes of Thor1, he’s quiet and observant. He offers no resistance when shushed by Thor or Odin. His outburst in the vault scene is so uncharacteristic and shocking that Odin has to take a nap. (That’s some weaksauce parenting right there, dude.) One gets the impression that speaking his mind is a new thing for Loki, post-Jotunheim. Even after ascending the throne, he’s not particularly loquacious -- his words seem carefully chosen and on point. Ok, he’s admittedly a bit mouthy in Avengers -- as articulate villains are wont to be -- but even there he isn’t exactly a chatterbox. His verbosity in the Loki show seems to have been constructed just to give the other characters an excuse to dismiss and belittle him. Shut up, Loki. Your ideas are useless. Your words have no value.

And you know what’s sad? I suspect Loki is used to being ignored. Ever wonder why he brought Frost Giants into Asgard on Thor’s coronation day, instead of just going to Odin and Frigga and saying “Hey I love Thor but he’s a numbskull and I don’t think he’s ready to rule”? Or why he made no attempt to explain himself when he faced Odin at the beginning of TDW? Like, “I did some shitty things but to be fair I was tortured and mind-controlled by this scary grapeface dude.” Why not say something?

Loki knew that no one would listen to him, because no one ever did. One thing about being the family scapegoat: people assume the worst about you, and nothing you say will dissuade them. And somewhere along the way, Loki gave up. He may have had a bit of fun calling out Odin’s hypocrisy and Thor’s bad judgement, but he knew that his words -- however perceptive they may be -- would be disregarded. It didn’t matter what he said; nothing was ever going to change. As he tells Thor in Ragnarok, “Open communication was never our family’s forte.”

Loki doesn’t fare much better in the show. He’s traded his dysfunctional, indifferent family for dysfunctional “friendships” (using that term very loosely here) with people who have no interest in hearing him. He’s bullied, belittled, and literally beaten down -- and yet he somehow finds the strength to get up and keep going in the end. Some might call this character growth, but Loki has always been resilient. This isn’t a new thing. Despite all his losses and his trauma, Loki manages to forge a path for himself. No one is going to lift him up or comfort him. He remains alone and unheard.

Loki resonates with those of us who are different, marginalized, devalued -- whether it’s because we’re neurodivergent, or queer, or simply prefer to do our own thing. He’s the patron saint of outcasts: we who feel ostracized and othered simply for being our authentic selves. We know how it feels to be silenced.

Loki, find people who appreciate you, who want to hear what you have to say. You are worthy of respect and love. Your trauma is valid. How are you feeling? Are you ok? Come sit down, tell us everything. We’re listening.

[h0unds-of-h3ll]

The devil’s dagger

The one time Loki found someone who was worth loving, and then they got taken from him.

Dark! Loki Laufeyson x reader smut.

Word count: 5,881

Viewers beware you’re in for a scare with the: dark Loki, kidnapping, smut, angst, fluff?, bad writing (I’m sorry I wrote this at 3am), rough smut, dubcon, dom and sub dynamics from you and Loki, hands HaNdS HANDS, groping, heavy touching, manhandling, bite marks, bruises, belt, gagging, deep throating, overstimulation, Stockholm syndrome?, explicit language, explicit content, heavy tones of abuse, mentions of sexual assault, Odin being a dick, choking on fingers, choking, Loki exuding golden retriever behavior, Sylvie being an edgelord, thigh riding, degradation, if I forget anything let me know.

Please feel free to send me a request for a headcanon, ideas, or a specific trope you want me to write. My inbox is always open. It’d be greatly appreciated! This is based on episode 3 so spoilers!

 Have fun and enjoy ;).

"How stupid can you get?"

Sylvie's tongue thick with venom. They. Well, her and another version of Loki running from the little hut that meteor crashed in. The dust of the purple planet known as Lamentis was being kicked under heavy boots as they ran. They didn't have a destination to where just to safety, and under the circumstances it seemed that was nowhere. Sylvie sped forward about four feet ahead, losing Loki behind her. She really couldn't care what would happen to him, just the tem-pad. She rolled her eyes how in this god-forsaken world did she end up here. This stupid planet with this stupid man and the stupid tem-pad out of juice. She huffed a deep sigh and ran faster.

 It appeared to a bystander as if they were playing a demented game of tag. Whoever could outrun the other to escape death. Her cape. She preferred it to be called a cloak since the cape was childish and reminded her of a magician. Similar to the kind behind her, which added to the very long list of what she hated about him. She twisted her feet to dodge a meteor that landed no more than three inches around her. She stepped on her cloak and fell. The breath that she was huffing stood still in her lungs. Her eyes wide and staring at the purple sky. The wispy dark pink clouds are a close cousin to cotton candy. Her hearing was replaced with booms of the craters that fell into the atmosphere. She was shocked when she laid there presumably for a couple of minutes earth time and didn't get hit. She was discombobulated and forgot what she was doing and why she was fighting. She suddenly out of all the deafening booms heard the sound of boots hitting the sand. Everything came to mind when she saw him come into view and pass her.

"How unfortunate!"

He chuckled almost as loud as the rocks from the falling planet. He continued running, without a second thought of helping her up. She sat up and cursed something unformidable under her breath and took off after him. 

She caught up after him. (She might've thrown some rocks to slow him down.) The town's bare nature of a few buildings, no vegetation, no sign of life. How could anyone stay alive here? The town was vacant, the only thing that was alive was a sign that was in a different language. She ran her fingertips along the side of one of the buildings, the metal rusting off as she did. Pillars that once emitted electricity seemed to be far into the past. The town seemed to be falling apart even when it was alive. 

"It looks like everyone fled."

The man sounded out, she rolled her eyes once more. How dull could he be? It's not like the planet is under life-ending threats. He stood in the middle of a few homes that were banded together. Her eyes sparkling when she found the hut that looked like it would have a charging station.

"Here you blind bat is where we can leave and never come back. Now give me the Tem-pad so I can charge it."

She smiled, her eyes closed and her head tilted back proud of her findings. Her wrapped hand stuck out, her fingers opening and closing like an infant for food. He smiled and shook his head in disbelief, black curls tickling his neck.

"How foolish do you think I am?"

Her eyes opened wide, eyebrows burrowing, this was not in the plan. The document was laminated in her head. In fine print too! This can't be happening. Who was he to refuse her of her rightful possession? She highly doubted that he even knew how to charge it. His even knowing how to use it was out of luck. She blinked a few times, not being able to wrap her head around what was happening. 

"I know as soon as I hand this over you'll jump and leave me to die. Now I don't think that's very polite, don't you?" 

Her hands went to the sides of her waist, her elbows jutted out as she walked down the small ramp. She nudged him in the ribs as she walked past him.

"Don't tell me stupid hypotheticals if you're not going to cooperate."

She seethed, she didn't know where she going but hopefully far away from him. Hopefully, before she commits murder. She could feel his snicker and the smugness of his juxtaposition on his features as she treated in front of him. She reminisced a lost memory of her father forcefully planting the seed of 'always be a leader unless you want to be nothing.' 

It had been approximately twenty minutes of walking in a straight line before they saw civilization again. Well, a small little metal hut in the middle of nowhere far away from the village. Loki rambled keeping himself company, talking about some green thing that slung him on the ground multiple times. She softly smiled at the imagery that she was portraying in her mind of Loki getting demolished. Mountains of dark purple grew in the distance, shadows.

 The hut had a rectangular window on the side of it, no more than two or three people could have occupied it. A woman's eyes peeked up behind it. Measly hair and big eyes are all that Sylvie could make out of the girl. She could've been only in her early twenties from what she could make out. A sheepish thing she thought, perhaps she could corrupt her and use her for her will. Hm, with a shrug of her shoulders her brain went back to more strategic thinking. 

Hopefully, none that had weapons or could decently fight. It had been a long day and all she wanted was to get off this damned planet. Loki on the other hand seemed to be having the time of his life, basking in the enjoyment of torturing Sylvie and annoying her to boredom. He quickly swept any silliness from his jesting before he swiftly walked over to her in long strides as he stood a couple of feet taller. 

"Don't be a barbarian and mess everything up, this might be our last chance for us getting out of here."

She rolled her eyes in a mocking tone. She began to open the door. As soon as she did she got shot with a big blast of energy. Loki laughs making gestures with his hands mimicking her expressions. He barreled over clasping his hands on his ribs, a tight expanse of muscles contracting to exude a burning feeling. Tears began to fill his eyes. 

"I'm sorry I really am it's just I-"

He tried but a new wave of boisterous laughter thundered out. Sylvie looked up and saw his mockery then plummeted her head back in the sand. So much for that idea. 

"Mama please, they might be good!"

Another woman's voice sounded out a grave difference to the old lady who was on Sylvie's hit list. Her voice sounded sweet and soft. One that was made to swoon anyone to hear it. A melody was captured every time she would speak. Sylvie sat up now seeing the sheepish girl in full view. Loki's heartbeat was as fast as a freight train that lost its brakes. She was as beautiful as he saw her delicate hair, ever fluorescent skin, big eyes that stared up at him.

 His laughter dimmed to nothing. His cheeks flushed with a hue of dark pink. His cock stirring in his pants. You still had that effect on him after all these years. He bowed his head, bashfully, he thought he had lost you forever, but here you are wrapped around some lady's arm. What did father do to you when he banished you all those years ago? He grimaced and let out a breath releasing all of his thoughts, he smiled and put a hand out with the intention of one of you to shake. Preferably you. He smiled at a big pearly one. 

"Hello, I am Lo-"

Before he could finish his sentence the old bat blasted him with the foreign gun. For some odd reason, he felt betrayed. He coughed on the sand that filled his lungs from when he fell. He blinked a few times. Sylvie laughed and punched his arm as she got in his face mocking him the way he did her. 

"It's not that fun is it, brainiac?!"

You pleaded for Mother to allow the strangers to come in but she wasn't having a second of it. 

"NO, I've told you three times that they are the devils from down below. They can't be trusted!"

You were on the verge of tears. All you wanted to do was help and Mother was prohibiting such things. You rarely ever saw anyone other than your Mother and your Father who passed mysteriously a couple of months ago. Mother never let you go outside of the metal hut. A few nights you'd sneak out and go outside to feel the purple sand on your feet. You'd bury them leaving tunnels when you'd take them out. It was beautiful; the night sky. It was always littered with stars and planets. Often you wished to escape and flee into the cosmos. 

You were happy here you had everything you could possibly want. A tv, books, a bed. So when these strangers came by you were filled with excitement, Mother told you that the end was near and that the both of you would be in heaven. But you didn't want to go to heaven, you wanted to see the stars up close. Have a lover, like the ones you read in books that would sweep the woman off her feet and live happily ever after. Maybe this man could be that and that made it worse to hear Mother say no. You cried, an ugly one that had snot and everything. Mother got up from her chair and dragged you from the back of your dress.

 You cried harder knowing where you were going. The closet. It was a small confined room in the back of the hut. She would put you there when you were being a bad kid. Mother only took you out when you fell asleep, only if you were passed out. You would try to fake it but then she'd know and leave you in there for even longer. She opened the diminutive door and threw you in. She bent down and grabbed your jar glaring at you dead in the eyes. 

"Another word and you won't ever see the light of day again."

And with that, the door closed and she left. The sound of your heavy breathing is what lulled you to sleep.

"What if we killed her?"

Loki suggested twirling a dagger in his hand. The old bat refused to come out again, all he wanted to do was negotiate a deal for getting you out with a little ultra-violence. It wasn't that bad of a plan. Sylvie groaned; they'd been sitting on the little porch for hours. She was getting fed up, she didn't know why they were even still there and every time she tried to leave Loki just said no. She thought about ripping his heart out and getting the tem-pad and bailing but she favored the cleanliness of her garments. 

"What's the point of even staying here?! They probably don't have anything good to steal!"

She groaned as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the side of the hut. Loki was lost in thought about you reminiscing about the side of you on Asgard. A simple maiden, very poor. He didn't mind it, he couldn't care about anything just you. He loved you and he wished he would've told you that before Odin sent you away. Deeming you to be below worthy of being with his son. Loki remembered feeding you grapes while your head laid on his lap. You were reading to him some ancient work that you found in the library. He swore on that day to find you, hope whittled to nothing as the years grew on. It only made today more surprising. 

"She was a Midgardian, and my wonderful father sent her here. Which I didn't know of to spite me. Love is like a dagger Sylvie, and I'm always getting stabbed."

She nodded in a somewhat understanding way. Loki couldn't tell if she was just doing it to mess with him or if she honestly understood his troubles. A few more moments passed and the urge to stab himself grew. Shared condolences between the two as they thought of ways to steal you and get off the planet. Sylvie grinned, one that stretched from ear to ear and a dark glint gleamed in her eyes. 

"I have it. A charming proclamation!"

She shook Loki by his shoulders like a madman, but one who had a plan.

They waited until nighttime to perform Sylvie's scheme. Loki didn't know if it would work or not but it was something so he decided why not. He just wanted to have you in more ways than one and it was unbearable. Sylvie snickers, as she watches Loki. His head was in the clouds and she was slightly worried that he would forget the plans, but it wouldn't matter because she would take off and leave him to his doom. 

Sylvie pressed her ear to the metal door listening to any sound that would alert her that the mother was awake. Loki peered through the small window for any sign. All he saw was you. Innocent you. He got that funny feeling again, the one that made the denim slacks grow tight against the growing bulge in them. Sylvie saw him adjust himself and she gagged and started to fake throwing up.

"You know how revolting it is to know you're like a cat in heat around me!"

Loki rolled his eyes and rolled up the sleeves to his forearms, deep veins and tones coming into view. 

"I don't hear anything so it might be time, but I swear to god Loki you better not fu-"

"I get it in and out."

Loki shifts his necks side to side popping the built-up gas. He shakes his hands out, getting all the nerves out. He's got this. It's nothing he's done mischief like this billions of times before. But what if he messes it up now? He's been a bit rusty since the TVA's rules. What if he screws it up entirely and he never gets to see you again. He'd be lost all over again. He might be cold but he still has a heart. He turns from the door to Sylvie.

"I think that I'm having a panic attack."

Sylvie's eyes look like they're going to pop out of her head. She tilts her head and closes her eyes. A hand comes to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"You what?!"

"You think I want this to happe-!"

Sylvie grabbed Loki's shoulders and her fingertips left creases in his jacket. 

"Loki, you are by far one of the dumbest creatures I have ever met!"

He narrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"That was a bit harsh, why don't you just leave Sylvie you don't have to stay and-"

The metal door opened and the both of them stood like deer in headlights. It was you. Tear-stained cheeks and a bruise on your shoulder. Loki's heart ached. Sylvie dusted off her hands on her drapes and smiled. She stuck her hand out for you to take and when you took it she brought it up to her lips and kissed your knuckles. Loki almost decked Sylvie. 

"Who are you guys?"

A balled fist rubbing at your eye nearly made Loki want to sweep you up and carry you to Asgard. God, you were adorable. Loki missed you with every fiber of his being. If you asked him to give up magic he would just so he could please you. Out of his lovesick mind, he suddenly came back hitting hard. You didn't know who he was; he felt devastatingly ill. He grinned.

"Pardon me, please."

He fled down the stairs and started walking from the hut. This was a horrible idea. Of course, you wouldn't remember him. God, he was so stupid. He needed to leave. He could barely see anything in the dark, he didn't care, he just wanted to leave. 

"Loki, wait!"

Sylvie wailed out running after him. Why did he have to be so gigantic? he was almost halfway across the planet by two seconds. She ran hard, huffing. She was confused as to why he left but she didn't want to question it, today was already such a headache. She coughed for air, what a stupid god, running away from a mortal. The darkness swallowed the both of you as you furthered into it. Loki trudged on until both of you stopped to hear a loud thump. 

Sylvie was slightly fearful of how loud the thump was. What monsters could be lurking. The creators stopped from where they were which made her even more frightened. Were they being followed? Loki turned around and stalked to where he last heard the noise. Green flames emit from his hands for light. Much braver than Sylvie, maybe he couldn't care if he'd be killed. As he walked on he found you, laying with an embarrassed smile staring up at him. He grinned back tauntingly, his charges before completely leaving his mind. He was too utterly in love with you.

"What a little minx."

All of you collectively agreed to stop your journey to rest by the mountains. Loki crafted a fire, the embers eliciting a light for all of you to see. Everyone was enraptured by the beauty of the flames as Loki made them dance and have little fights with them. You laughed quietly at his show, he smiled warmly down at you almost as warm as the fire in front of you. Sylvie sat on the other side not as easily amused. Your head laid on Loki's shoulder, the muscle tensing and relaxing as he played with the magic. 

He loved the way you were enraptured but was still like a child. It was sad that the innocence that you had made him have the need to corrupt you. You watched the rides of his hands, the deep purple-blue veins wrapping around them, the long fingers moving craftily. A weird foreign feeling happened in your stomach. It burned and you rubbed your thighs together in hopes to conceal it but it seemed to worsen. Loki chewed on the inner side of his cheek, there was a hint of seducing laced in his magic that was directed to you. It allowed the intensity of what he felt shared with you. Sylvie sighed and undid her hair. 

"I'm going to sleep, goodnight lovely."

She winked at you, she pointed her sword at Loki and gave him a glare that told him if he tried anything funny he'd be rewarded death. Although little did Sylvie know funny things were the only thing that Loki planned to do. By the squirming that you were doing, it looked like he was doing a pretty damn good job. He bit his cheek harder to contain a smirk. He was going to ruin poor ol' little innocent you. 

"How do you do that?"

He grits his jaw, fuck, your voice was even doing your dirty work. He twirls his index and ring finger ceremonially, you felt yourself drip onto your thighs. He knew what was happening, how drenched you were getting and all he could do was keep his composure because he was far from finished.

"It's called magic my dove, my mother taught me it."

You shivered harder, a forgotten memory bursting inside your head. A garden flowers for miles, a big willow above the two of you shading you and him from the kingdom. You and Loki were dancing emerged as one, his hands wrapped around yours as he spun you around. Asgardian dresses and leather coming together as he pulled you into his chest. The laughter between the two intertwinings together. He leaned to capture your lips although the laughter made it impossible for him to deepen it. You came back from the fantasy confused and scared. Who was he and what was this power? 

The dancing fire stopped and he wrapped his long-brawny arms around you. He shifted you onto his lap no longer to his side. His arms made an escape undesirable as he tucked his head into your neck. Sharp nips to the delicate skin of where your shoulder and neck met made you squirm. You kept withering and jutting out of his grasp, it was a puny attempt, it just drove him to become even more stimulated. 

Especially since you were grinding up against him. He groaned after a particular jut. His hands gripped your waist holding you in place roughly. Sure to leave bruises, you watched his long nimble fingers trace absent-minded drawing into your dress. The scent of how wet you are was overbearing. He had seen how it drenched your dress. He laughed grimly, shaking his head.

"Oh, dear, look at the mess you've made. I've barely even touched you, and you're acting like a dirty little whore."

He bit the outside of your ear and you gasped. Shocked at how vulnerable you were. His degradation you sadly were to admit made the slickness between your thighs worse. He chuckled low and dim. He spread out his long legs, you had a sense of what he was going to ask but he said it in a way that you could've come from just that.

"Be a good whore for me darling and get on my thigh. I want you to see how drenched you are for me."

He turned you around and lifted you from the ground with no trouble at all and sat you down on his thigh. He tensed the muscles in his leg and you mewled from how wide it spread your legs. A dark pool started to form on his brown slacks. He smirked. A shiver ran up your spine and he shook his head. 

"Are you cold my dove?"

You stared down at the dirt, never meeting his eye. He leaned up making your body go up to his thigh and you winced, your panties doing nothing but making the friction on your clit rougher. His left arm tucked you to his chest leaving a trail of your slick on his leg. He tucked his right index finger under your chin and raised your head to look at him. His venom-filled eyes make you shake. God, what is he doing to you? His eyes raked over every feature on your face, every marking or indentation, or scar. His lips mere inches from yours, his breath fanned over your face. Hot, like your throbbing cunt.

"That simply won't do, darling, I asked you a question. Now I know you might be a little dumb because your cock drunk, but that gives no excuse to be shy."

He pecked your nose before resting on his planted hands behind him. You blinked dumbly at him. He was right. You were cock drunk and him calling you out only made you needier.

"Yes."

He smiled and tilted his head. You weren't but it was an easy way for him to take off layers. 

"That wasn't that hard was it?"

You shook your head and he started to take off his TVA jacket that had variant on the back of it and threw it on the back of your shoulders. 

"Now, do as I instructed or my dove I promise you, that you won't like the consequences."

You shook your head understanding, slowly rubbing your hips against his thigh. The dampness made it slightly less harsh as you trailed your folds back and forth on the denim. A particular sharp jolt made you grab onto his shirt for dear life. Your clit was surely bruising and you whimperpered. 

You couldn’t get off by this you needed him, but the bastard wanted to torture you. Your hands that were tight fists on his shirt began to travel downwards to his belt. He slapped away your hands and held your wrists in a bruising manner.

“Ah, ah, ah, no need to rush. Only sluts do that and my dear I fear that you are the sweetest flower I’ve ever had.”

He kisses your wrist quickly. His lips and nipping teeth follow downwards to your shoulder, to your neck. You leaned your head to give him easier access which he smiled at. He licked and bit your neck that reminded you of vampires. After a moment or so he nipped at your jawline and went back to leaning on his hands.

“Up my dear it’s time for your reward since you’ve been such a good stupid girl for me.”

You were slightly confused whether it was an insult or a compliment, or what the reward was. Loki pushed you onto your back slowly, your back on the rocky sand ground, the jacket softening the roughness. Loki looked terrifying, all you could see was bright green eyes that were hidden because of the night. Your cheeks were a dark red, your dress skewed. He lowered himself to the ground positioning himself between your legs. 

“W-what’re you do-”

You stuttered out confused as to why he was doing this. Everything was new and foreign but you liked the excitement of it all. Not knowing what he was planning next. His finger wrapped around your thighs rubbing gentle circles on them. He groaned as he spread them.

“What a shame about my shirt, perhaps my love. Your cum could accompany the dirtiness of it.”

Your back arched. You’d be a fool to not be overtly turned on by his words. His accent became heavy; you never heard of the tongue he held. HIs shoulders rested underneath your knees and his arms and hands were on top of your thighs spreading them open. You tried to close them insecurely. What would he think of you? You didn’t even know what you looked like down there, what if he thought you were ugly. You started to tear up when his face neared your panties. He took a long breath in and his eyes rolled back in his head. 

“My god, princess, I’m scared that if I start that I won’t be able to stop.”

His breath hotly fanned against your pussy and you squirmed trying to get out of his grasp. He rolled his eyes at your fatal attempt to get away. At first it was cute but now it’s becoming annoying. 

“Darling. I swear if you don’t stop moving, I will rid you of your reward and ravage you and won’t stop even if you plead.”

You squirmed again to test him. In a flash of green he lifted you up, to a sitting position and he ridded himself of his tie and wrapped it around your wrists, your skin being pinched and he laughed.

“You think that this is as bad as it gets? My whore you’re about to be ruined.”

He unsheathed his belt from its loops and slung it around the back of your neck. Tears fell from your eyes, ugly sobs falling from your lips and you pleaded for him to stop but he just shook his head. With one hand wrapped tightly around the belt and the other gripping your jaw sternly, his jaw gritted and the feature in his face sharp as ever. His eyes glared into yours and held no remorse, your shoulders going up and down as you sobbed. He struggled to open your mouth from the constraint but in no time he was able to. He smiled.

“How pitiful, my little slut, all tied up and wet.”

He spat into your mouth and stood at his full height towering over you. He tugged open the zipper and fly, his cock red and angry sprang up to hit his abdomen. Bright thick veins trailed to his head and down to his scrotum. He was absolutely huge, and to say you were horrified was an understatement. He looked like more than the average human and that's when you realized he wasn’t. You gulped, your mouth going dry. That monster was supposed to fit in your mouth? No way! And that’s when you began to panic. He laughed big and loud.

“My innocent little flower has never seen a God's cock before has she? Look at what you do to me. I don’t know why you’re crying, this is all your fault.”

You opened your mouth to plead for forgiveness and what a mistake. As soon as he had seen a gateway he shoved all that would fit into the back of your throat. The back of your neck became bruised and torn as he pulled it to match every thrust. The noise of you choking sounded like the Asgardian golden harp. Such elicit beautiful sounds come when you play it. He felt your tongue dart and swipe under his cock, your saliva falling from your mouth coating his thighs. 

“That feels good doesn't it. I, your God using your throat as a cock sleeve? Huh, my filthy little whore.”

He roared and you gagged when he did a new position and darted upward. His head went back and the veins in his neck protruded. His hair surrounded his head like a halo. A fallen angel. His free hand jerking at his cock, the inches you couldn’t fit. You felt disappointed when he didn’t moan just a few grunts every time he’d jackhammer to punch the back of your throat.

 The spell he had put on you before almost made you go star crazy, his climax coming at a fast pace. You yanked at the tie that was around your wrists and you cursed him for being so excellent at knot tying. His thrusts began to get sloppy and he pulled out choking on new found hair you coughed and doubled over. He smiled and let go of the belt he bent down and patted your cheek. 

“You were divine, my good girl. Always so beautiful.”

You wanted to cry, and cum. Loki allowed you to do one of those things in the following. He threw the belt somewhere in the distance. That you were relieved from but there he was above you, he was massive compared to you. You were hidden underneath him. He grabbed the jacket and made it into a makeshift pillow and craned your neck up to place it underneath your neck.

“You didn’t think I was that mean, to let you be ruined and have brain damage after. Well, from the way my cock slammed in the back of your head that might’ve already happened.”

He smiled at his joke but you were too dazed to even think. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and the muscles in his stomach were toned and tense. Loki reached under your dress and pulled off your panties, he tucked them into the pocket of his jeans. You really couldn’t care what he did with them. The coldness made you pussy clamp around nothing. Loki ran his hands up and down your body mapping out the shape, hoping to never lose the feeling of it. He leaned down and nipped at your jaw hickeys formed on your neck as he nipped more on your skin. In all actuality it was just a diversion for him to slowly enter you. You gasped and closed your eyes shut.

“Fuck my love you’re so tight, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to move.”

You breathed shallowly as he kept going, it felt like he’d never fully inside you, his body was pressed fully onto yours and your legs were wrapped around him. His forearms locked on either side of your head. After a few more minutes he stopped and you felt like he was entirely in your stomach. You whimpered and he took no notice. You wondered what was going to happen and then he began to move. Oh. 

“My good little girl, so needy and ready for me. You’re perfect my love, all mine. So pure.”

He started to pick up his speed, and suddenly you could feel all of him. All his ridges, veins, indentions. He closed his eyes and burrowed his head into your neck. It took you by surprise when you heard soft moans come from him. His breath matched yours. Your nails scratched his back as his pace kept picking up. Your moans and whimpers much louder than his but it fueled his desire. His arms went behind your back and lifted you from the ground, he sat you down on his cock and lifted your body up and down. 

He used you to meet his high, up and down as you plummeted his balls hit against your ass. Filthy sounds of rhythm filled the air and he continued his rampage. A sheen of sweat filled you both. Your head fell back and one of his hands fled to the top of your dress and tore your tits out. He massaged one with his free hand as he sucked on the supple flesh of the other. You cried, your wrists sore from the confinement. The other roughly captures your skin. He bit down on your pink nub, his hand falling down to circle around your clit. His lips unlatched your nipple, his salvia making the air ten times as cold. His other hand leaves your waist to shove three fingers in your mouth.

“I don’t want to hear that beast over there complain from how good I’m fucking you.”

Your tongue swirled around his fingers and he shoved them farther in the back of your throat. His tongue between his teeth as he smiled. Knowing the effect he holds on you. 

“Cum.”

Is all he said before your vision went out and your body shook against his. He gripped your hips down onto his cock. His cum spurting into you. The feeling is an odd sensation but one you grew to love. The aftershocks ran through your body and you didn’t know why, but you leaned down to kiss him. His hands went to cradle your cheeks to deepen the kiss, his teeth nipping at your swollen lips. His thumb running across your bruised jaw. He kissed your nose when he backed away, he pushed his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve missed you my love.”

He looked into your eyes to find any trace of remembrance and his heart fell into the pit of his stomach. 

“I missed you too Thor.”

You scrunched up your nose laughing at his expression. He bit your jaw. 

“I hate you.”

“I hate all of you.”

Sylvie shouted as a heap of leather on the ground sounded out. 

Loki’s head went to your shoulder and he groaned.

“Shit.”

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

Might I ask, how would you have liked Loki or how do you think Loki would have acted in Ep. 3? I feel like his behavior was weird and I feel like maybe he would have done things a little differently. Like the train and the end and everything in-between just felt off. I ask this because this is the most we see him with someone else for the first time (not counting Mobius) and they were already trying to hint at a relationship already it seemed. How do you think he would have actually behaved and how things actually would have happened with him or should have happened? Like with Sylvie and just in general and how events would have happened if he acted like himself (Not sure if any of this makes any sense but i like reading your posts and you ideas)

Thank you dear 😉 (sorry, this got long!)

Personally I find it hard to believe his first instinct would be to team up and be allies with Sylvie, and not because she's a variant of him but because he doesn't know her at all? You think he would team up with a stranger he has no control over when he has not enough information about what she can do, what her powers are? That's a recipe for disaster.

And Loki doesn't trust easily either. At that point he's fresh from Thanos and the NYC invasion, his brother has been fighting against him, Mobius has blamed him for Frigga's murder and Odin is dead (and it's likely he thinks Thor is dead as well after that shot of IW). Loki's state of mind in that moment is fragile as all hell: what does he have left, especially now that he knows his timeline has been pruned and he can't go back? He has absolutely nothing and no one.

[As an aside, if Loki had been acting like himself he would have spent ep1 not answering a damn thing, messing with Mobius and faking sadness to manipulate him, he wouldn't have believed a damn word said to him just like the tape he saw would probably meant very little to him because images can be edited out. He's in a place where infinity stones have no power! Editing videos would be the easiest thing for them. But since he was ooc pretty much from the get-go...]

So I can see him going all in against the TVA. Taking into account his magic and the fact that he's a powerful sorcerer he would get in Sylvie's head and extract as much intel as possible, then depending on the info he'd probably form an allyship with her so they can both destroy the TVA or he'd just grab the Tempad and do it himself.

I think it would have been fun if he went from one agent to another telling them they're variants and getting in their heads like he did with Valkyrie in Ragnarok, form an alliance with them instead of Sylvie and have them fight Ravonna and Mobius while he goes to kill the Time Keepers.

What I know for sure is that he wouldn't waste time with the train and he wouldn't open up to a stranger who could use that info against him. He'd keep the upper hand at all times. At that point once he knows about the golden doors what is stopping him from leaving Lamentis, going straight to the Time Keepers and killing them? He doesn't need Sylvie for that. Just like he wouldn't be so preoccupied with telling Mobius the truth, why would he care after that godawful ep1?

With him being silly in the train... again, that doesn't make any sense either. The situation in Pompeii was different because his life wasn't in danger at all, he was there with Mobius and he knew they would escape before anything bad would happen. Because he can trust Mobius? Hell no, because he knows Mobius needs him. So despite how much I didn't like how exaggerated his behaviour was there, I can understand him letting go and being silly since he knows his life is not in danger. But in Lamentis it's exactly the opposite: there's a high chance he might not make it and the only way to survive it is to keep a low profile (and he has his magic? he can change clothes? he can shape-shift into whatever he wants? the fight makes no sense at all?!!). And what's even worse, he breaks the Tempad after getting drunk? 🙄

The train and wasting time charging the Tempad and all that bullshit could have been easily removed. Sylvie is introduced only to help further the story so that Loki finds out about the golden doors, she's pruned in the meantime and goes to the Void, Loki returns to the TVA, tells the agents they're variants (ensuring they turn against Ravonna et al, an organization that can't control its workers is doomed) and kills the Time Keepers, finds out about the Void, prunes himself, meets with Sylvie again who introduces him to their other variants, they all team up to defeat Alioth, Loki gives his variants the Tempad so they can escape and go back to their timelines meanwhile him and Sylvie head to the Citadel as allies, no need for "superior variant" bullshit. Oh and in ep6 they talk it out, decide not to kill HWR who gets super angry because that's not the script he wanted so he had to kill himself. Suck it up, idiot.

[mobiusbmobius]

Remember the first episode of Loki?

When Loki didn’t know why Mobius had saved him from being pruned. Seemed kinda surprised when Mobius just chuckled and offered to help Loki burn the place down. Was so unruffled by everything Loki said. 

Loki looked on the TVA landscape in wonder. Mobius didn’t hurry him along, just let him experience it. Then Loki snapped back and remembered to try and look intimidating. Which was hard in the face of Mobius’s amicability. 

Then things got a little difficult when Mobius sat him down and forced him to look at himself, to really look at himself. Mobius called him out on the stuff he does -- wooing those in power and betraying them later. But he did it all with such understanding and lack of judgement that Loki doesn’t know what hit him. Hasn’t experienced this before. Mobius is simultaneously so standard, “off the rack detective” as they called it, and yet so rare that the very image of this silver haired gent in his brown suit, tie and boots seems to take on epic proportions. 

Loki pick pockets him and escapes for a time and experiences his second moment of wonder at the power of the TVA when he sees the infinity stones. He finds his way back to Mobius and finally gives the man what he had asked for -- an acknowledgement of why he does the things he does. Proof that Loki does understand himself. And this gives Mobius a moment of wonder to see the God of Mischief opening up. 

This is what Mobius required of him to know that they could work together. For how could Loki help catch his variant if he didn’t even understand himself?

Though he lies and manipulates, Loki recognizes Mobius as a man of integrity. Loki knows he’s being manipulated by the man, but somehow it doesn’t bother him that much. There is a trust there between the both of them. An understanding and acknowledgement of something most people don’t want to acknowledge -- the things we do to get what we want. Mobius knows Loki wants to work his way up to overthrow the timekeepers and seize control. Loki knows Mobius is manipulating his goal to keep him focused on catching the variant. 

These early two episodes were filled with so much intimacy and depth. And then in Lamentis we got to see Loki’s fun side as he and Sylvie schemed their way through an apocalypse, failing at every plan they made. Yet somehow we know they would have survived because Lokis always do. 

Loki and Mobius come together once more, this time under more volatile circumstances. This time Mobius isn’t so skilled in his interrogation. He messes up, he gets emotional. He puts Loki into the time loop prison, which then causes Loki to blatantly lie later. Mobius gets his feelings hurt when he realizes Loki has some feelings for Sylvie and he misinterprets them. Interrogation wise, it was a mistake to put Loki into the time-loop, but Loki learns so much from it. Learns how to calm an angry person. And learns that maybe he doesn’t have to be alone. 

Later, they go through the void and Loki and Mobius are reunited once more. Loki hugs him before they separate. 

At the end, they are reunited again. Devastated, Loki ran through the TVA - Mobius was his hope, his solace that somehow the man would know what to do to put everything back together again -- a brief moment of hope to see Mobius, and then crashing down into an even darker devastation. Mobius doesn’t remember him. Possibly, the entire universe doesn’t. 

I imagine Mobius interrogating him again, coming in with empty files, to say, hey, “We don’t have anything on you. There’s no Loki Laufeyson on the timeline, nor do we have records of you as a TVA analyst. Who are you?”  And again, I imagine a wonder in his voice. 

There are so many places can go. How are we going to get through this? My heart is torn open, inhabited by a void. A longing. And now we have these sound track names? 

[dendrite-blues]

So I'll start by saying that it’s totally valid to write whatever version of the character that you personally enjoy. AO3 is your oyster, go find your bliss. If jealous Mobius amuses you and gives you life, I am not shitting on your fav. 

This is meant to be a meta analysis and a vent about people’s crap reading comprehension.

With that in mind:

It annoys the crap out of me that this entire fandom seems to think Mobius is a jealous bitch. Because that indicates that the majority of fans completely missed the point of one of the best acted scenes in the show.

I love this ship, but we have to remember that Lokius is not canon. Canon Mobius does not give a crap who Loki bones. They have bonded during Episode 2, but ultimately they both know that circumstances make it impossible for them to be friends. They don’t blame each other for being on different sides, but they are still very aware of it.

Canonically Mobius is in that interrogation room for one purpose, and that is to figure out why the Variant energy spiked on Lamentis, despite it being an apocalypse. Per the rules of the universe, that should be impossible. 

Mobius works for Renslayer, and she’s ordered him to solve that mystery. So the intention behind everything he says in that room with Loki is to extract that information. What the fuck happened that allowed us to find you. That’s it.

This is not a scene about Mobius being jealous. This is a cop who’s under pressure from his superiors to get results by any means necessary. And he uses extreme methods to do it. 

He tortures Loki physically and emotionally with the time jail. He uses their budding friendship to emotionally blackmail Loki. He taunts and provokes him by pretending not to know Sylvie’s name, by calling him a narcissist, by saying his affection for Sylvie is sick and disgusting. He intentionally misleads Loki into thinking Sylvie is dead literally just to see if the feelings are real.

This scene is not a good look for Mobius. So I get it, okay? I get why it’s more fun to say he’s jealous and move on. It’s so hard to see Mobius treat Loki this way, especially when you know that he really likes and admires Loki. An hour later in the same damn episode Mobius makes a heel face turn and dies breaking Loki out!

But that’s why it’s such a shame that people take a scene with so many layers of lies, manipulation, and conflicted feelings and flatten to “LOL Mobius, you’re so jealous!”

Because there is so much good shit hidden there: 

-Loki’s anger at the TVA for how they’ve hurt so many innocent people. -His frustration and disappointment at having to sit across from Mobius and watch him act out the TVA’s will. -That one moment where Loki tells an elaborate lie and Mobius has to decide whether to believe him. -The heartbreak on Loki’s face when Mobius convinces him Sylvie is dead. -The tiny, tiny look of surprise (and I think regret?) when Mobius realizes that Loki really does care for Sylvie and the words he’s been slinging have actually touched a nerve. I think under the Bad Cop persona Mobius really did feel bad about that. -That razor thin margin by which Mobius decides that Loki’s lying about the TVA being variants, and the wrecked look on Loki’s face when he sees that he’s failed to convince Mobius of the truth.

It’s just an incredible scene, and I really wish that people gave it a closer read. I see so many fics that base their entire characterization of Mobius off of these lines, and it drives me nuts because he doesn’t actually mean a word that he says in this scene. He’s just doing his job. He’s getting the information, and hurting both himself and Loki to do it. 

The conflict there is so juicy, the lingering guilt, mistrust, and confusion so powerful. I really wish more fics dealt with that and unpacked it.

[calstrato]

Imagine Loki bringing Sylvie to meet his family for dinner (Sylki hc)

Okay, this may seem far fetched but hey, hear me out. To add to my comfort AU where nothing goes wrong and both Sylvie and Loki are happy, imagine him bringing her to visit Asgard. To show her what she’s been missing as a child. A safe home. 

No cause firstly it’ll be so confusing and awkward Imagine the family dinner; 

“So brother, are you telling me that she’s another version of you?”

 “Well yes but actually no. You see, gushes over how amazing she is and how she’s very much different from being a Loki.”  

Just imagine the knowing smile on Frigga’s face and the smile of embarrassment on Sylvie’s ueueue

anD HEAR ME O U T; Sylvie spending time with Frigga.

I can imagine after the dinner, Sylvie would walk around the place with Frigga and eventually they’ll walk over to the palace’s garden. Its basically late at that point and they’re just,,, talking. Sylvie likes it cause its quiet and comforting. No catastrophic event, no loud explosions, no people screaming and running for their lives.. just silence, and crickets.

 With the comforting presence of a mother figure. At one point she’d talk about HER mother, who she barely remembers. She doesn’t remember her mother’s soft touch, her mother comforting her when it rains with thunder. None. But she’d still try to grip any memory that’s still with her, trying to remember. 

 At one point, Frigga would teach her how to make a flower crown. She’s never had a daughter before (well, she got Hela, but Hela don’t have time for flower crowns. She’d be out for blood.) and so why not teach this maiden, her soon-to-be-daughter-in-law, how to make one? Surprisingly, Sylvie enjoyed it. It made her calm. When she’s done, she would show Frigga the end result and beam with pride. And Loki would watch them while keeping out of sight, smiling at her.

Sylvie would make another one, for Loki actually. when it’s getting really late, and both of them had to part ways to rest for the night, Frigga would give her the biggest hug she’d ever had. The hug of a mother she’d been longing to have. And then they part ways. (Loki would be RUNNING to his chambers at this point, not wanting to get caught LMAO) 

 “Thank you for tonight ma’am. It’s been lovely.” 

 ”It’s alright for you to call me your mother, my dear. Have a good night.” 

 So she returned to her chamber, her flower crown on her head and the other, she holds in her hands carefully, not wanting to ruin the flowers. As she gets ready for bed, someone knocked on her door. And who is it? Loki, of course. He’d sit on her bed and they’d chat about how amazing today has been. She’d said that this is by far her favorite memory yet. He’d look at her lovingly and smiled.

 “Yeah well, my family’s a bit handful, aren’t they?”

 “Also fun. Its nice to be around them.” 

 anD IM ENDING THIS WITH THEM CUDDLING TO SLEEEP BC WHY NOTTTT He’d stroke her hair gently and kisses her forehead before falling asleep.

 Its been a while when she’s got a nice, good sleep actually. She’d wake up to her lover’s sleeping face. The one whom she would want to wake up next to for the rest of her life.

EXTRA HEADCANON-

Sylvie showing Frigga her magic that she self taught herself one day and Frigga being so impressed while Loki in the background like

EXTRA HEADCANON #2-

 So to add to my Sylvie-Collects-Squishmallows headcanon, I would like to say that  Autumn the Black Cat is her favorite. She’d rename it Lamentis, and for her, Lamentis is the embodiment of every good memory she’s ever had. 

That is all, thank you for your time. This was written at around midnight egdrg sorry if the grammar seems off, I was tired LMAO.

[syllvane]

muscle memory pt. 4- sylvie x reader

a/n: love is hate. or whatever. part 4!

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“How did you-” Loki started to ask before Sylvie snatched the TemPad from your hands, before looking at it in a stupor.

“Are you an…” Her harsh tone dissipated as she remembered who she was talking to and the expression on her face became a tad softer. “You couldn’t have brought a charged one?”

You looked between the two Variants, your gaze settling on the woman with blonde hair, on Sylvie.

“There was a bit of a shortage. Don’t know if you’d know anything about that.”

You took the TemPad back from her and she didn’t say anything, turning away from you and Loki looked between the two of you.

“I’m missing something here,” He noted.

“It’s none of your business.”

“That makes two of us.”

You and Sylvie spoke simultaneously and Loki ran his hands through his hair, sighing loudly.

“Where are we, anyways?” He asked, peering out the windows of the abandoned structure that they were in.

“Lamentis-1,” You responded nonchalantly.

Sylvie blinked, rounding on you again, furious.

“You followed us to Lamentis-1? Are you stupid?”

You knew that you should’ve been outraged- in the brief period of time that you had known her, Sylvie had possessed you, filled your head with false memories, blown up the Sacred Timeline, and now she had called you stupid.

Yet, all you could think of in regards to her was how pretty she looked in the purple light.

“You guys came here first.”

“It’s not like I had any say in the location,” She snarled, though the anger wasn’t directed at you this time, but rather at Loki.

“Well, it’s not like I-”

Before he could finish, a piece of the moon that was on a collision course with the planet fell from the sky, breaking the roof of the shelter and landing at Loki’s feet.

He quickly reevaluated what he wanted to say.

“We should find some proper shelter.”

Sylvie glared at you for a couple of seconds more before looking out of the window, the faint purple light illuminating her face.

“There’s a structure across the way. It’ll hold up longer than what we’re in now,” She said, not waiting for the two of you to concur before she exited the makeshift shelter.

You and Loki followed close behind.

When the three of you reached the shelter, Loki went to the far wall and leaned against it and you leaned against the wall closest to the door, closing your eyes as another wave of dizziness came over you.

There were a couple of quiet footsteps before they stopped in front of you and you grabbed Sylvie’s hand midair, as she was about to touch your cheek again.

“Touch me again and I’ll cut your hand off.”

You felt energy thrumming underneath your touch but you didn’t let go, your eyes locked with Sylvie’s.

You knew what you were fighting now- you wouldn’t let her do that to you again.

She yanked her arm away from you, anger mixing with something else on her face and she went back to sulking at her end of the mining shaft before rounding on you again.

“Give me the TemPad.” She said to you, her patience seemingly waning as she pulled out a dagger from seemingly nowhere.

Still, you remained unfazed. If she was going to cause you harm, she would’ve done it by now.

“I gave it Loki.” Her eyes widened and she looked at you incredulously, then at Loki, then at you again.

“You gave it to him?”

“You've given me zero reasons to trust you.”

“And he has?”

You glanced at Loki, who was watching the situation between the two of you play out carefully.

(You silently thanked him for not immediately exposing your lie to Sylvie.)

“At least he’s honest about his dishonesty.”

“I don’t remember you ever being this stupid,” Sylvie practically snarled at you before turning towards Loki, pointing her dagger towards him, letting the two of them butt heads for a little bit longer before it seemed as if actual violence may occur between the two.

“This isn’t doing us any good, all you guys are doing is wasting precious time. We need to find a power source to charge the TemPad,” You interrupted the two of them and they both looked at you. “Unless, of course, you two want to kill each other in an abandoned mining shaft. Then by all means, go ahead, just leave me out of it. I couldn’t care less.”

You walked out of the mining shaft and started towards a settlement in the distance that didn’t seem to be as severely affected by the impending doom of the entire planet, hoping that there would be some power source there.

It doesn’t take long for Sylvie and Loki to run after you, apparently not as content as dying in a mining rig as they had been a minute ago.

They continue bickering as you walk in front of them.

“What even makes a Loki a Loki?” Sylvie snapped back in response to whatever dumb thing Loki had said before.

“Independence, authority, style.” He responded, as if he had given it a lot of thought before.

“Oh, makes sense that you went to go work for the boring, oppressive time police then. Really checks all the boxes.”

“I don’t work for them, I’m a consultant.” He corrected her.

“You don’t know what you want.”

“Yeah? And what about you?”

Sylvie slowed down for a second, looking at you and Loki slowed down as well, his eyes narrowing.

“What is it with you and-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll cut your tongue out.” She threatened and you groaned, turning around and looking at them like an exhausted parent- you finally felt some sympathy for how Mobius must feel every day.

“Are we really back on the whole threatening to kill each other thing?” You snapped.

Neither Loki nor Sylvie said anything immediately.

“You’re much less fun when you’re serious,” Loki noted and you blinked.

“Yes. Well, my sincerest apologies for trying to get everyone off of this planet alive. I will refrain from doing so in the future. Can we get on with this now, or do you have any more quarrels about me saving your lives?”

[nostalgia-tblr]

Finished the fic, apparently I have been working on this one since January so am glad to finally be done with it. Hope it is pleasing to at least one other human out there, I have done my best and require sleep soon.

This is, I suppose, my entry into the sylki fic subgenre of 'What If They Had Banged On That Train?' This one is very (very) much leaning into the selfcest angle of the pairing, and presents the reader with a tale that weaves from lust-at-first-sight to unexpectedly-tender-feelings, stopping off at such popular destinations as 'Bickering & Banter,' 'More Needlessly Angsty Sylvie Backstory' and (of course!) everyone's all-time favourite - 'And Then They Done Sex.' That latter is why it is E-rated. Because they do indeed done sex in this story.

Title: you probably think this song is about you (don’t you?) (AO3) Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: Explicit Pairing: Loki/Sylvie Wordcount: ~4400 Additional Tags: Episode: s01e03 Lamentis (Loki TV), Self-cest, alternate universe - pornographic canon divergence, Enemies to Lovers, go fuck yourself (literally), Lust, Flirting, Bickering, Banter, angsty backstory, Sex, it’s basically a journey to self-love (in more ways than one) Summary/Extract: He admires her confidence because it’s his own, and the same for her cunning and her courage. Her rage, though, that’s all hers and it’s just as appealing. He wouldn’t mind another fight, their blades drawn against each other and that anger sparking from her in full force. A fight would be a wonderful way to get to know her better. Well, a fight or a fuck – either would do, frankly. His ego refuses to even consider the possibility that any of their kind could be less than exceptionally good in bed, and surely two of them, eager and enthusiastic, must amount to something truly spectacular? Not to at least attempt to seduce his other self would be a waste, an unforgivable lack of ambition.

[hiddleloki]

*insert Mushu “I live” gif*

Ok, so I finally watched Loki and I loved it. Loki and Quicksilver are my fav characters and I was really, really mad at Marvel for what they did to my boy Quickie, but I’m still holding out hope that they somehow fix that at some point. I mean, hello, variants? That thing officially exists now.

Luckily Loki seems to be more favored by Feige/Marvel and seems like we’re gonna see lots more of him. Season 2 and possibly even MoM. Season 2 is old news as there were already reports of it actually happening last year, and this year in January Deadline confirmed S2 of Loki with Michael Waldron returning. But I was holding out hope for Loki making an appearance in MoM (I want to see Strange interact with Loki again) and it seems like there’s a good chance of this actually happening.

Anyway, some thoughts about the show:

- I loved the show’s cinematography. It didn’t feel like a tv show at all

- Soundtrack is just *chefs kiss*

- TVA Loki my beloved. I honestly think TVA Loki might be my favorite version of Tom’s Loki so far. This show finally gave us the opportunity to really delve deeper into Loki, who he is as a person, how does he form relationships with people outside his family. It was just so fun to see different sides of him, like making a friend, falling in love? I never thought I’d ever see that. Especially not after IW

- Really liked his reaction to watching his ‘greatest hits’ and realizing his family actually loved him. Loki was always kind of a softie who genuinely cared about his family and seeing his parents’ (and his own) deaths was so emotional

- Infinity Stones being used as paperweights for the TVA will never not be funny. It broke my mind and sent me into existential crisis just as it did with Loki. 

- Loki needs to give Casey a fish at some point. Or take him to an aquarium.

- Mobius needs his jet ski in season 2. I also want to know more about Mobius and his backstory. What was his Nexus event, does he have a family, what is his real name?

- I really liked his friendship with Loki and the fact that he’s canonically Loki’s first real friend. Loki needed a friend (the W3 and Sif were never really his friends, Loki just tagged along I guess) and I’m happy he finally has one

- I need to find out more about B-15, who she was, her real name...Wunmi absolutely killed it during “I looked happy.” scene. God, that bit broke me

- Ravonna was sus to me from the start and she’s also one of the characters I want them to explore more. Especially now since Kang and his variants are also involved.

- Sylvie is probably my favorite new character introduced. I knew Sophia’s gonna play Sylvie and she’s gonna have a large role, but damn I didn’t expect to love this character as much as I do. There’s so much more left of her to be explored and I think her arc in season 2 will be amazing

- I saw that Loki/Sylvie romance coming the moment Lamentis episode ended. There were so many hints in that episode, I’m actually surprised so many people viewed them as having a sibling type of dynamic.

- I know that their love story is not a typical straightforward romance, but also serves as a metaphor for self love, but I found the idea of Loki falling in love with someone who is an au version of him, but also isn’t him both interesting and hilarious. Also, it was adorable especially that blanket scene in the void. There’s just something adorable about Loki being a complete softie for someone else. You know what, I’m rooting for them. I hope they get their happy ending, they deserve it. 

- Literally every character in this show deserves their happy ending. Like, just the idea of the variants not knowing who they are, being brainwashed and forced to work for this organisation...*happy endings for everyone please*

- Majors’ variant of Kang, aka He Who Remains was everything and is right behind Sylvie as my new favorite character. The guy absolutely killed it and I need more of him and his (many) characters/variants right now. Plus I would’t mind if we see this particular version of He Who Remains again. 

- The way they made Loki come out as bi was also so well done and I’m so happy they acknowledged that. Disney is notoriously bad with LGBT+ representation so the fact that the creators of the show managed to put that in was everything. I heard the director was fighting real hard for that to be made canon and I appreciate her effort.

- We were shown more of Loki’s abilities. It was about damn time.

- Alligator Loki is the baby Yoda of the marvel verse. I loved the theory that there’s an universe in which Alligator Loki was adopted by Crocodile Odin.

- Classic Loki.....Richard E Grant stole that episode. God, I wouldn’t mind an episode that focuses strictly on Classic Loki, he was just such a great character and he broke my heart

- I wonder if Kid Loki will travel to the main timeline and join the Young Avengers at some point

- THROG

- I really liked how they established that variants are basically their own people. Their own beings, they each have their own backstories, autonomy, clear differences that make them THEM. They aren’t copies, they’re individuals. And that they aren’t genetically related, but that they share the same soul and role in their universes (basically temporal aura) because that will also clear up some confusion with upcoming multiverse movies, for example Spiderman

- I suppose Loki confirms that all Peter Parkers in NWH are basically variants of Peter Parker, but just like Lokis, they aren’t the same, which explains why they all look different and why they also have different aunts and families. It’s not DNA that makes someone a variant of a certain being, it’s a soul. A role.

- I really hope that that one rumour of various Stephens in MoM actually turns out to be true.

- Strange is gonna kill Loki and Sylvie

- Which brings me to the last take:

- Ralph is totally Peter. I am clowning yes, but lemme have this.

Overall, I really liked the show. I loved it in fact. It was really character driven and didn’t focus much on action, which is a plus for me, because I rather watch characters talk and interact with each other than action sequences. 

The bad thing is that now I’l have to wait at least 2 years to see what happens next. And I’m curious if there’ll be a bit of a time jump between both seasons.

[twh-news]

[For you who decide to start ranting in the notes without reading: it's officially canon.]

TLDR:

Even more so than Loki just realizing he is capable of loving someone other than himself, Loki is finally willing to accept himself and all his flaws. “I don't think Loki's relationship with himself has been very healthy,” Tom Hiddleston explains. “Trying to accept those aspects of himself, which he's been on the run from, was a way of thinking about that in a really interesting way. Also, Sylvie's not Loki. Sylvie is Sylvie. That's interesting, too. I'm really excited to see what people make of it.”

“Two variants of the same being, especially you, forming this kind of sick twisted romantic relationship? That’s pure chaos! That could break reality. It’s breaking my reality right now! What an incredible seismic narcissist! You fell for yourself!”

That’s what Mobius practically yells at Loki in the latest episode of Marvel Studios’ Loki. In trying to get to the bottom of what caused the Nexus Event on Lamentis-1, Mobius starts asking questions and prodding the God of Mischief in just the right way to get a confession out of him, without Loki actually confessing to anything. After putting the pieces together from Loki’s context cues, Mobius arrives at the only logical conclusion: Loki’s fallen for the other Variant, aka Sylvie. “You like her! Does she like you?” teases Mobius.“

That was one of the cruxes of my pitch [for the series], that there was going to be a love story,” head writer Michael Waldron explains to Marvel.com. “We went back and forth for a little bit about, like do we really want to have this guy fall in love with another version of himself? Is that too crazy? But in a series that, to me, is ultimately about self-love, self-reflection, and forgiving yourself, it just felt right that that would be Loki's first real love story.”

Loki and Sylvie’s love story has an apocalyptic beginning since that’s where the two first begin to bond. Trapped on a moon on the verge of total destruction, the two are forced to work together to find a way out of this situation, only to have it completely fail before their eyes. Feeling defeated, Sylvie wonders if Lokis are always destined to lose?

Loki reassures her that while they might lose, they don’t die — they survive. He goes on to call Sylvie “amazing” for how she almost took down the TVA on her own, and it’s clear from the look on his face that even though they’ve only been together a short while, Loki’s already come to admire and respect her. As the moon literally crumbles around them, Sylvie places a hand on Loki’s arm, and that’s when it happens: A branch on the Sacred Timeline. These two Lokis are having a moment they were never supposed to have, which as Mobius puts it, is “pure chaos.”

“The look that they share, that moment, [it started as] a blossoming friendship,” continues Waldron. “Then for the first time, they both feel that twinge of, ‘Oh, could this be something more? What is this I'm feeling?’ These are two beings of pure chaos that are the same person falling in love with one another. That's a straight-up and down branch, and exactly the sort of thing that would terrify the TVA.”

Thankfully this branch also leads to the two variants being located on Lamentis-1; unfortunately, their rescue leads to them immediately thrown into captivity at the TVA.

But what happened on Lamentis-1 clearly affects both of them in different ways, with Loki slowly coming to grips with the fact that he does have feelings for Sylvie — even though she’s “difficult, irritating, and tries to hit [him] all the time.”

This is only made more pronounced after Loki finds himself trapped in a time loop with Lady Sif back on Asgard shortly following his past-self committing a cruel prank and cutting off her hair. Sif not only beats him up (and rightfully so), but tells him many times, “You deserve to be alone and you always will be.” For the first time, Loki realizes he doesn’t want to be alone, and that there might be someone out there for him, who he can connect with on another level.

Even more so than Loki just realizing he is capable of loving someone other than himself, Loki is finally willing to accept himself and all his flaws. “I don't think Loki's relationship with himself has been very healthy,” Tom Hiddleston explains. “Trying to accept those aspects of himself, which he's been on the run from, was a way of thinking about that in a really interesting way. Also, Sylvie's not Loki. Sylvie is Sylvie. That's interesting, too. I'm really excited to see what people make of it.”

As Mobius notes, it might just be a case of extreme narcissism, but it also makes complete sense for the character.

“Who’s a better match for Loki than himself?” director Kate Herron chimes in. “The whole show is about identity. It's about him, and he is on a very different path, and he is on a different journey. He sees things in Sylvie that he is like, ‘Oh, I've been there. I know what you feel.’ But she's like, ‘Well, I don't feel that way.’ And I think that was the kind of fun thing about it. She is him, but she's not him. They've had such different life experiences. So just from an identity perspective, it was interesting to dig into that.”

“When Loki meets Sylvie, he's inspired solely by curiosity,” reveals Hiddleston. “He wants to talk to her and understand her and try to discern what was similar about their experiences, and what was different. He keeps asking her questions because he wants to see if his experience was also her experience. I think he realizes, and she realizes, that while they're the same, they're not the same.”

Herron was careful setting up this relationship. “It was just about giving it the space to breathe and digging into it in a way that felt earned,” she explains.

Considering partnerships are 50/50, credit has to be paid to Sophia Di Martino, taking on the role of Sylvie and becoming someone who can match Loki’s own energy and chaos.

"I think something that Sophia captured really beautifully is that she’s in a different space,” continues Herron. “She's almost where Loki was in Thor in some ways where she's dealing with a lot of pain. For different reasons, obviously. It was really interesting having her in a different headspace of a different Loki.”

When production was shut down at the start of the pandemic, Herron kept working, putting together what had already been filmed. She realized that “there were tonally some things that were coming to the surface” between Loki and Sylvie that she could explore deeper.

“As we were cutting it together in the studio, everyone was, ‘Oh, this [relationship] is really cool. Let's dig into that more,’" shares Herron. “When we went back to filming, we added or tweaked scripts basically to [emphasize it].”

[wolvesandpetals]

Fanfic: Loki x Sylvie Oneshot (Hurt/Comfort, Rated: teen, no adult content. Set before, during and after that scene in 1 x 05)

She should be inside, talking to the other Lokis, learning more about this place and its dangers, and strategically planning their next move. Instead, she is out here in the open, staring into the abyss, like she has been almost her entire life. She has lived in apocalypses, watching the colors of the sky change as people merrily went on with their lives, completely unaware of how fleeting it all is. Yet, in the middle of all that death and destruction, there she always has been, the epitome of survival.

[[MORE]]

This “Void” is no different. This is another place where death and destruction reigns but she remains standing at the end of the day. The sky is blue, but far away, where it meets this foresaken land, is a menacing shade of purple, resembling the one in Lamentis-1. It brings back memories of that night.

As if on cue, Loki comes and sits down beside her. For a man who never shuts up, he’s unusually quiet. She wonders what he might be thinking about. Their impending battle, his future plans, the TVA, Asgard, Thor…

Or whatever it is that he was about to tell her before he got pruned.

—

It’s not the best time to talk when you’re driving a shoddy car away from the mouth of a hungry demon cloud, but that won’t stop him.

“Hell of a Nexus event you caused there,” Mobius comments.

Sylvie’s heart skips a beat. “You know what my Nexus event was? You know why I was taken from Asgard?”

Mobius winces internally. “Oh, that. Sorry. I am in the dark, just like you. I don’t even know what my nexus event was.” His heart breaks at the thought of what home might be like. Does he have a family? Kids? What did he leave behind?

The car hits debris on the road, and they both bump their heads on the hood of the vehicle. “I’m talking about the Nexus event at Lamentis-1”, he clarifies.

“Yeah, about that. How did you know where to show up? What was the Nexus event?”

Mobius smiles. This one is just as clueless as the other one. And even though he has been hunting her for as long as he can remember, he can’t bring himself to voice it quiet as harshly this time. “Well, you and Loki had a connection back there. That’s what sent the timelines into a dizzy. Two Lokis falling in love.”

She feels the air leave her lungs. “I’m sorry, did you just say, love?”

He doesn’t answer, and in the silence, punctuated by the creature’s evil roar, she realises she’s been so focused on what was happening- the running, the fighting, the revelations, the pruning- that she never really stopped to think about how it made her feel.

That’s how it’s always been. That’s how it always has to be when you’re on the run through space and time.

And though she is still being chased at this very moment, she can’t help but contemplate this time. How does she feel?

Now that she thinks about it, deep down, she knows, no matter how many times she tells herself she is only doing this to find who is behind the curtains and get her life back, she would have gone about it in a completely different way, like she always has- hiding, fighting, planning and executing. There is only one reason why she would ever stab herself with a pruning stick.

(Love is a dagger, after all. A glowing, pruning one.)

—

“Mobius is not so bad.” She begins, and it doesn’t take them too long to completely deny their feelings for the other as well as promise their undying loyalty and pledge to be at each other’s side when all this is over.

She snuggles closer to Loki. “Loki?”

“Hmm?”

“If this is not a table cloth, then it’s surely a cape, right?”

He laughs, and it does something to her stomach that she still has to find a name for. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why did you ditch your hood?”

She shrugs. A whole life spent in the shadows, away from the spotlight, against the very basic instinct of a Loki. And now? “I’m tired of hiding, I guess.” Her voice is resolute, and her eyes shine with glorious purpose. “I want to be seen.”

“I see you,” he says softly. “I’d like to see more of you.”

She looks up at him with a curious smirk.

“That’s not what-” He’s visibly flustered, and it’s so much fun to make him squirm like this. “It’s not how it sounds. What I meant to say is, I’d like to see you again, when all of this is over.”

She smiles. Didn’t he say this already, when she was scared that he would leave her when all this is over?

Is he just as scared of her leaving him when all of this is over?

“I don’t know”, she bumps her shoulder against his playfully. “Do I want to torture myself so much?”

He feigns offense. “I will have you know, kings and presidents and Gods have begged- begged just to be granted an audience with me. You don’t know how lucky you are.”

“Lucky me”, she says only half- sarcastically. “Stuck here with you under the same-”, she tilts her head to indicate the green material that is currently shielding two frost giants from the cold, the ridiculousness of this not lost on her, “-blanket.”

“Lucky you,” he repeats unironically, and his hand finds its way to hers, their fingers intertwining.

He’s held hands before. He’s had women snuggle up to him too. But not like this. Not anyone who matters. Not anyone whose eyes sing “Come home”.

He places a soft kiss on her hair, the lips that have uttered a thousand lies now focused on the one truth.

She feels her whole body burn.

She’s seen a thousand worlds die before her own eyes, always escaping before the blistering heat found its way to her, never having the ability to save even a single life, knowing it’ll cause a Nexus event and she would be discovered. She’s witnessed so many people’s death- people who gave her food, shelter, clothing, shared a laugh or two with the orphan child from Asgard- the poor, lost, scared, little Sylvie.

Now she’s here, and she’s not completely certain that she’s not going to die.

Yet, this is the most alive that she has ever felt.

Her grip on his hand tightens, and he squeezes in return. Mobius would have a field day if he was to walk out and see them like this now.

“Loki, if I don’t make it-” she begins.

He cuts her off firmly. “Don’t.” The thought of losing her has been on his mind since the moment he got pruned, and he doesn’t think he can handle the thought of losing her again.

“How did you feel when you got pruned before you could tell me what it was you wanted to tell me?”

He takes a moment to gather his thoughts. He knows what he wanted to say, but he doesn’t know yet what it was he was going to say. The words were about to roll off his tongue, and then it was gone. All hope, all possibilities of a future, snatched away in just a moment. “I felt distraught.” He confesses honestly.

“Exactly.” She sits up now, facing him directly, crawling out from under the blanket, but never letting go out of his hand. “If I don’t make it, I’ll feel the same way.”

His face clouds with hope and confusion at the same time. “What are you saying?”

She’s not sure. She’s learnt at least thirty-four different languages from her life in apocalyptic worlds, yet, no language has the words to capture quite how she feels.

“Sylvie?” He prompts again, daunted by the silence.

“Loki.” She says his name. Because that’s all there is. The one word. This is about him. Maybe it always has been, maybe all those poets and musicians and dreamers are right and your whole life does lead up to something.

Maybe her whole miserable, horrible, terrible life has been leading up to this.

This moment when she closes the gap between their lips.

Her eyes are wide open, just like his, and they are staring at each other, waiting to see how the other reacts.

Maybe this was a mistake, she thinks, but his lips press harder against hers.

It’s still just a tender, sweet peck, and their eyes are still open, but his hands give hers another squeeze. He pulls back and leans his forehead against her, making their noses brush.

And then his lips find hers with a fever that mirrors her own, and their eyes flutter shut.

She’s lived in apocalypses. She knows that worlds are dying at this very moment. And at the same moment, other worlds are being born out of this, this dance between their lips- a Nexus event that is creating new timelines, new life.

(Love is a dagger, indeed. And you can see yourself in it, after all. But when you reach for it, it doesn’t always disappear. Sometimes, it’s so very real.)

[bereft-of-frogs]

so this last gifset has got me thinking about the Loki series and its relation to other Marvel films, and this sort of feeds into the debate around costuming and whether or not he should have gotten a bit dramatic costume change. I know people have been getting heated that Loki stays in the same TVA costume throughout the series, but I don’t think the dramatic costume change actually would have fit in the series and I don’t think it would have satisfied audiences.

Because the climax of Loki isn’t like Wandavision, or Falcon & Winter Soldier or Ragnarok: it is Captain America: The First Avenger.

Stick with me here for a minute.

First off, I don’t think a big costume change into a cool new outfit would have actually fit into the series. The costume changes in the other MCU films come at a moment of transformation, largely about accepting something about themselves. It’s a visual representation of the internal character journey. Sam reckons with the complicated history of the United States and the supersoldier program, and becomes Captain America despite the struggles he’s sure to face. Thor gets his literal glow up (slightly less a costume change) when he learns that he didn’t need his hammer to unlock the power within him. Valkyrie gets her old costume when she stops running from her past and her trauma. Wanda gets her new outfit in the finale when she accepts that she has the power and responsibility to control her magic and not be controlled by it.

The climax that Loki builds towards is also one of self-acceptance, but in a much more subtle way. He doesn’t have to accept the weight of his power or responsibility; as the first episode shows, he’s already aware that the things he says about other people are really weapons he’s wielding against himself. Through the series, he works to accept that those attitudes have been a limiting factor, keeping him trapped in the role that (Kang) has cast him in and that he desires to move on from that role, and change the way he thinks about others, and then by extension himself. The final stage of that takes place during his and Sylvie’s confrontation in Kang’s creepy (cool) castle beyond the end of the timeline.

And a costume change at that moment...yeah would have been really distracting.

Which I think is the point of that quote from the costume designer, that seems to have sparked some of the discourse - about not letting a costume ‘distract’. But it’s true. Honestly, any appropriate thematic moment would be undermined if it were accompanied by a big flashy costume change. The stages of the character journey happen gradually, and every moment I can think of where Loki undergoes a part of that internal transformation (watching the reel of the end of his life, connecting with Sylvie on Lamentis, admitting why he cut Sif’s hair, etc...), would have been made significantly weakly by interrupting the performance to change costumes. It would be a big tonal shift as well. Both Wandavision and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier were much more classical superhero/MCU movies (outside of WV’s internal sitcom). This was much more...weird (in a fun way). It would have been a big tonal shift, imo, to shift from the quieter, stranger mood that Loki was aiming for to have suddenly a more traditional superhero/magical girl transformation moment.

I think the only place a costume change would made any sense would have been when they were about to fight Alioth and at that point...I don’t know, it would have felt a little superfluous. Like it would have been a purely aesthetic change, which, y’all know me, I’m all about aesthetics for aesthetics’ sake lol, but I can also understand why they decided to keep everyone in the same costumes. (No one changes costumes in the series. The only thing is Sylvie loses her cape....wait, and Loki loses his jacket, and....ohhhh.) Like I guess it could have been a bit more like Captain Marvel, when it’s in the quiet of pre-battle but Captain Marvel also had a thematic reason for changing the colors of her suit (to break away from Kree influence now that she’s remembered and accepted her past and her true identity). Like, it’s possible it could have been fit in there, but it certainly wasn’t essential for the theme or the character development.

And I think they may have wanted to keep him in the TVA costume to set up the ending, as we see in this parallels between the ending of Loki and the ending of The First Avenger.

And ok, I might be going out on a limb here, getting on the tinfoil hat, but so much else of this show has been so intentional that I can’t help think this parallel might have been on purpose. The series and the movie end with their characters in a moment where they’ve lost something profound, in a perilous new world. Steve gets a couple costume changes in his first film, but they’re a little more gradual as the Captain America costume becomes more functional and less about the spectacle. (That’s also more about how others perceive Steve and his symbolic vs functional value as Captain America.) And they’re not part of the emotional climax, which is centered around his final sacrifice and then his waking up in that new world, which sets up his character journey through the rest of the series of films, as a man out of time, trying to find his place. (Cap does get the thematic costume change, but in Winter Soldier, when he returns to his symbolic roots after breaking free from SHIELD/HYDRA.) In the final scene, which is the most important for his character arc going forward, he’s in his SHIELD-assigned pajamas. Drab, sort of boring, in a similar muted color scheme to the TVA costumes. Which is also where we find him in Avengers. And...where Loki is left at the end of the series, in a similar color scheme, similar ordinary costume, out of place, in a frightening new world with strangers, and a cosmic threat beyond imagining.

Anyway. I hope this makes sense. I feel a little like I’m wearing a tinfoil hat, and I definitely had to under-develop or quickly summarize some of the supporting points to avoid turning this into a really long post, but...

it’s almost like Loki is being set up to be the ‘man out of time’ in Phase 4.

[tldr: I actually do think that a costume change would have been distracting at any of the appropriate thematic points, and I think they might have been purposefully keeping Loki in the TVA costume to set up a parallel between the ending of the series and the ending of Captain America: The First Avenger, making Loki the new ‘man out of time’ in Phase 4 of the MCU.]

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

How I Would Incorporate Sigyn into the Loki Series: Episode 4

Episode 3 -- Episode 5

Loki x Sigyn Masterlist

Summary: These are my on going rough notes on how I would incorporate my version of Sigyn into the Loki Series. I makes these notes as each episode airs so changes are bound to arise. Just thought it would be a fun experiment.

God this episode. Alright, let's do this.

When we last left our protagonists, they were sitting on a dying world

Sigyn has basically accepted that this is how her life always ends; tragically and completely outside of her own control

Still, she can't help but feel bad for Sylvie and offer her hand at the end

Both Loki and Sylvie apologize to her for dragging her into all of this, she's says it's alright, they can't seem to help it

I'm still hoping against hope that the nexus event is centered around Loki not fully hating himself rather than romantic love for Sylvie because oh my God wtf Marvel

My alternative take is this truly the first time Loki feels the full weight of how exactly his actions effect other people, especially Sigyn; he knows and understand that he is a reason why she's going to die and he knows in that moment he would literally give up everything to allow her to survive

And then the TVA shows up

They are all separated and Sigyn is dragged into her own room

Two options after this

Option 1: Sigyn tells Mobius everything that happened on Lamentis. She plays the innocent card stating that she didn't want to escape the TVA. Loki literally dragged her along with him and then pulled them both onto Lamentis by accident. She tells Mobius that she's sick of her entire life being dictated by the whims of Loki and asks to become a full member of the TVA in exchange for explanation about the Nexus event. This all being a ploy to get her close to the Time Masters. Her goal is still to kill them and gain back her free will. Mobius doesn't fully believe her since he knows she's more devious than the Goddess of Loyalty title will let on. But he is more inclined to trust her than Loki. He gets her an audience with Ravonna where Sigyn reveals she knows about the mind erasure but will gladly let the Time Masters do it to her if it means she gets to live and get as far away from Loki as possible. But, she would like an audience at least once before she signs on the dotted line.

Option 2: Sigyn is interrogated by somebody else, but she refuses to talk because she knows Mobius is her best shot at staying alive and the only person who she has a chance of making a deal with. The person interrogating her thinks of her as another one of Loki's pawns and decides to play dirty. They push her into a room and place one of the zappers to her neck telling Loki if he doesn't talk, they'll kill Sigyn. Loki and Mobius both jump to their feet, but Sigyn is faster saying that she'll tell them everything they want to know, but she doesn't want to die. Again, a ploy to get close to the Time Masters, but her words are harsh as she basically tells Loki that she would rather stay with the TVA than be anywhere near him. This gets her dragged away and she gets an audience with Mobius and possibly Ravonna.

Sigyn, Loki, and Sylvie at then all taken to the Time Masters; Sigyn being the only with no collar or another other form of restraints

The Time Masters tell her to come forward

She tells them she's wanted the same thing that she's wanted since she was brought to the TVA, for her life to be her own, for all time always

She then pulls out a knife hidden up her sleeve and stabs one of the Minutemen

Hunter B-15 runs in for support and all hell breaks loose

Sigyn, Loki, and Sylvie work side by side to fight of the TVA

Two options:

Option 1: Sigyn goes for the Time Masters, but in the confusion either Ravonna or another one of the Minutemen get a hold of her. Loki only gets a moment to realize what's happening before Sigyn gets zapped and disappears before his eyes

Option 2: They fight, Sigyn is there to realize the Time Masters are androids. Loki and Sigyn are given a moment where he says he understands why she wants her own life and apologizes, but before he can say anything more he is zapped by Ravonna and so it's Sylvie and Sigyn teaming up in the next episode

Option 1 would give us a chance to see other Sigyns from various timelines which could be fun. Option 2 gives us Sylvie and Sigyn bonding time. Must wait for next episode to decide.

Some Possible Dialogue

"I'm not a Loki," Sigyn said, simply. "If I find myself close to death, chances are I will die and stay that way. I don't get second chances."

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"I'm not yours!" she snapped. "I'm not Theoric's or Sylvie's or anyone else's. I am my own person and I don't want to die!"

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"I'm sorry, Sigyn," Loki said.

She didn't look at him. Her eyes remained focused on the horizon and the death coming for all of them.

"I'm not sure you are," she whispered. "But, I don't think you can help it."

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"How could you side with them?" Sylvie spat.

"I want to survive," Sigyn answered, coolly. "You of all people should appreciate that."

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"I want to join the TVA."

Ravonna shook her head. "That would be impossible."

"Why? Everyone here is a variant. I'd fit right in."

The other woman's eyes narrowed. "I don't know--"

"Save it," Sigyn cut off. "I know everything and I don't care. Erase my memory like you do everything else. Put me in some dark corner of the library where you'll never have to see me again. Do what ever you'd like, so long as I never have to look at another Loki again."

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"What is it your wish child?" the center Time Master asked.

"Only what I have wished since the moment I was brought here," Sigyn said. "For my life to be my own, for all time."

Loki glanced down, seeing a flicker steel slide into Sigyn's hand.

"Always."

[fuyu-no-akuma]

Loki Episode 4 theory

I've been thinking a lot about what might've caused the nexus, cause obviously I'm not overly fond of the selfcest idea, and I realized something.

In the scene in which the TVA arrest Loki and decide to "torture" him to get information, isn't it weird that they chose that memory specifically? I mean, we know that when it comes to traumatic memories Loki gets the prize (even if this is his 2012 self. So I've been thinking, why would the TVA decide the priority is to ensure Loki remembers that he is supposed to be "alone forever"?

So what if what causes the nexus is that Loki and Sylvie are erasing a part of themselves that defines what makes a Loki a Loki?

Hear me out, in the time loop scene, Loki admits the reason he has fun at other people's expenses is that he's scare of being alone. So what I think they're telling us is that this fear of being alone, this neverending feeling of being an outsider (which we understand from the movies) is what makes Loki the God of Mischief, it's an essential part of who he is, and of what makes Loki a Loki.

And what happens in Lamentis? Both, Loki and Sylvie, realized they can be good, they can be loved, and they're not meant to be alone forever, because in that moment they have each other, they're, in fact, going to die together. So when they hold hands, preparing to die along with each other, the nexus happens.

Now, if we add that the Director said Sylvie and Loki don't have romantic feelings for each other and instead Sylvie is teaching Loki to love himself through her, then this makes even more sense.

In summary, my theory is that by starting to believe they were worthy of love and no longer destined to be alone forever, Loki and Sylvie broke the timeline because they erased a core component of what "a Loki" is.

P.S: Sorry for the bad English.