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layla4567 · 6 months

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Awful things to you...

Pairing: TVA!Loki x Variant!fem!reader

Summary: You are a variant and the TVA pursues you tirelessly until they find you. Loki will be in charge of interrogating you and you are not sure if that is a reward or a punishment.

Warnings: Based on episode 2 of the second season, smut, slightly dom loki, good cop and bad cop dynamic (loki is bad cop obviously), reader being a lil brat, slightly choking(?, hair pulling, fingering with clothes, sex with clothes/hook up idk.

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You were sitting in the middle of the room in an uncomfortable, small seat that didn't even have a backrest. You looked at the ceiling bored while the warm, yellowish lights hit you squarely in the face. It seemed like you were in some kind of madhouse with a completely empty, windowless orange room with a solid oval iron door in front of you. Your clothing wasn't comfortable either, the baggy jumpsuit of a horrible beige color made you look like a prisoner (although technically you were) and that uncomfortable and annoying necklace they had put on you was starting to make you itch. You placed a finger between the skin of your neck and the material of the collar, trying in vain to push it away a little but it kept squeezing. You were just grumbling when two people entered the room. One was a man with gray hair and a mustache with an affable and good-natured appearance, his partner who was taller, had somewhat longer and black hair combed back. They both wore brown uniforms with matching ties.

"Well, well, well. Finally someone comes to visit me, I was getting bored"-you said cheekily

The gray-haired man came a little closer with an easy and graceful step towards you without stopping smiling.

"Well, sorry, we were a little busy."-He answered, laughing at his own joke.

You simply stared at him and grunted something, narrowing your eyes and nodding indifferently, the other tall man came closer to be next to his friends. An awkward silence settled between the three of you so the first man decided to break that silence.

"Oh but where are my manners? We haven't even introduced ourselves, I'm Agent Mobius and he's my partner Loki."-He said pointing to himself and then to his friend.

"And I suppose you already know my name"- you said with irritating irony.

"Yes, and that's why we're here."-said the one called Loki

"Oh so you know how to talk after all"-you pretended to be surprised

Loki sighed and was tempted to roll his eyes but he simply restrained himself, as Mobius knew that his companion was someone somewhat irascible, he continued speaking for him.

"Well there's no reason to be so rude, look we brought you here because you committed something on your sacred line that created a ramification"

You interrupted him, closing your eyes and waving a hand in front of him, fed up with his rant.

"I'm sorry but I'm not understanding you shit"

"In short, you did something you shouldn't have and we brought you here to keep you from causing more problems."

You turned laughing sarcastically to see Loki as you frowned.

"So now I'm locked up and watched by two kinds of babysitters?"

"I wouldn't say it like that-"

"This is stupid"- you exalted -"I want to leave, let me get out of here"-you demanded

You stood determined to push them out of your way and get out the door when Loki, who was considerably taller than you, stood in front of you, blocking the door and placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

You sighed in annoyance, you weren't afraid of him or Mobius but you weren't stupid, they were two against one and you weren't sure if you would be able to take down Loki.

"Ugh fine, what do you want from me then?"

"We want to know what you did or rather why you did it"-Mobius said placing his hands behind his back.

"I thought you knew that, since you know me so well."-You rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips.

"We'd rather it come out of your mouth, ok?"

Loki narrowed his eyes and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye and up and down, contemplating whether to say what you know or not. After a few seconds of silence you clicked your tongue.

"Alright, how about I tell you a story, shall I? Once upon a time there was a pretty, intelligent girl who got tired of living in misery and, let's say, one day she innocently stole a diamond ring so she could sell it. Until two couple of weirdos came and captured her. The end"

"Did you like the story?"-You smiled sarcastically as you blinked your eyelashes innocently, making a kind of pout.

"I think you're a great storyteller."

Mobius always tried to make a joke with that smile on the verge of being a laugh, but you looked at him with the seriousness of a wax statue, somewhat uncomfortable, he stopped smiling and fell silent.

Loki took the lead

"The point is that now we need to know what you did with that ring, obviously you hid it because you didn't have it with you"

"Good deduction Sherlock, you surprise me."

Your poisonous sarcasm never left your throat and was beginning to make Loki impatient, who closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You were just having fun watching him lose his temper. Mobius, as a good-hearted man, tried to see things from all possible perspectives.

"Look y/n, I understand, okay? You must be feeling frustrated and confused, two agents take you from where you were and take you to a strange place and you don't understand what's happening! I really understand, but right now we have more urgent matters and we really need you to tell us where you hid it"

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. Unfortunately, appealing to empathy is not going to make you give in. Your lips will be sealed

"I'm sorry…I think I forgot. Also, if you have more urgent matters then I would recommend that you take care of them first."

You smiled mischievously as Mobius lowered his head and sighed in defeat, Loki looked at him.

"Ok I give up, Loki it's your turn I'll go eat a pie"

Loki nodded and smiled. Now that he had his partner's approval, Loki felt freer to question you. Before Mobius left through the door, he approached Loki and whispered.

"Be gently"

After patting him on the back, he trotted off and walked out the door, looking happier. Now Loki was staring at you with hypnotizing green eyes, he had raised his chin a little and looked menacing.

"Good, how about we start on the right foot? I'm just warning you that I won't be as patient as my partner."

His guttural voice echoed in the room and its bounce off the walls reached your ears from different places, it seemed as if there was more than one Loki speaking to you, you shivered a little, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I already told you that I don't remember where I left the ring."

"Oh that's a pity"

To your surprise, Loki was smiling and looking down at you with his hands clasped in front of him. There was something elegant yet intimidating about him. The way he moved or the way he spoke, he did it with Shakespearean grace. Slowly he began to approach you

"You know? Maybe you don't know who I am but I am known for being the god of mischief and for having done terrible, horrible things to many people."

With each thing he said, he took a step and got closer, until he was so close to you that you had to lean back slightly until you almost fell out of your chair and looked at him completely from below with your neck tense, his haughty and threatening presence looming upon you like the shadow of the grim reaper. His head covered the light coming from the ceiling spotlight, making an interesting contrast. Now seeing him against the light, the shadows sharpened Loki's face, framing his perfect nose and jaw, the light seemed to want to stay away from him as if he were someone who belonged to the darkness. You swallowed, intimidated.

"And believe me, I will have no mercy or fear in doing all those terrible and awful things…to you"

His voice was almost a whisper, so low and sounding grave and hoarse, it made you feel things, things that were better not to say. You didn't know why, but those threats didn't provoke fear in you, but rather the opposite. It was hot. Trying to sound casual you said

"Uhh scary man.."

Your voice was almost inaudible almost like a whisper but you managed to try to smile cheekily as some kind of flirt. Loki didn't seem fazed, instead he laughed airily, widening his Cheshire cat smile. And he began to walk around you like a vulture, making his shadow grow that enveloped you like a heavenly or demonic mantle.

"You have guts, I like that. You would have been a great ally in my troops"

Now Loki's voice was close to your ear in the back, whispering to you as he didn't stop spinning.

"But be careful what you say, a slip of the tongue and it could cost you dearly"

With everything he said, added to the fact that his breath tickled your ear from behind, he made you clench your legs and make your body rigid while you held your hands to the seat.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me the cat got your tongue."

Now his laugh was tickling the right side of your cheek as you could feel his green eyes nearby penetrating your face looking into your eyes and mouth.

"Come on, let me hear your sweet voice one more time, I want to know what you have to say."-Loki said, narrowing his eyes for a second and smiling mockingly, but his words sounded like a demand.

"I…I uhm.."

"Oh so the cat did get your tongue anyway"

You cursed inside, biting your lips and frowning, you were behaving stupidly, you couldn't even say a word. Suddenly Loki grabbed your hair, intertwining his fingers and pulling it back slightly, surprised you let out a moan as you placed a hand on his trying to remove it from your hair.

"We can do this all day darling, but at some point you're going to have to start talking, don't you think?"

Loki was still behind you to have easier access to your hair, and he never let go of it. His face was close to your right side and his lips brushed the skin of your ear as he spoke. Without warning his lips collided with the top of your jaw. He wasn't leaving kisses or anything like that but the simple touch of his soft lips running over and caressing your face made you melt.

"You're not going to say anything yet, huh? Bad for you."-He said with his open mouth resting on your cheek.

Loki pulled your hair a little more and placed wet kisses on your jaw, tracing the curve of it. Loki sighed and grunted, panting lightly as if this turned him on too. You bit your lips hard, suppressing your moans.

"You have beautiful, silky skin, but this ugly necklace bothers me greatly."

Loki took something out of his pocket and pressed a button that deactivated the collar and it fell to the ground with a thud. Satisfied now Loki began to kiss and suck on your neck moving your head to the side to have more access. Loki seemed like a thirsty vampire and you his poor victim. You began to thrash as you spread your legs, placing one hand between them to grab the edge of the small seat and unconsciously grinding your hips.

"L-loki..stop..please"-moaning brokenly

"Oh now do you want me to stop? And what is that movement in your hips?"-he mocked shamelessly

You closed your eyes in shame, feeling your cheeks heat up as you tried to stop your hips and dug your nails into the seat.

"That's simple, if you want me to stop then tell me what you know"

Loki growled in your ear as his tongue probed the skin of your neck near your jaw, licking you like ice cream. At this point you could no longer control your moans and you writhed, eager to touch him, to place your hands on his hair as he did with yours.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?"

"NOoo.."

You whimpered as a plea, opening your mouth. Loki assumed you would say that so he let your hair go and stood in front of you. He easily lifted you from the seat, when you stood up your thighs were trembling and you were panting. Loki sat on the small round seat and spread his legs, patting his lap inviting you to sit on it. You blushed and couldn't move a muscle so he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to wrap your legs around his waist, sitting facing you with your eyes fixed on his. Loki placed his large hand on your cheeks, squeezing them a little until he made you pout.

"You are being very unfair to me"

Loki's hand went down to your throat and he brought his mouth close to your ear.

"Will you still not tell me where you hid it?"

Loki looked at you and tightened his fingers a little around the grip on your neck, you shook your head.

"Good"-he smiled

Loki's hand left your neck and moved down your torso slowly and painfully, he seemed to take his time on purpose. With his delicate fingers he traced waves and spirals near your chest, from time to time his palm traveled to the side of your torso near the ribs and cupping your breasts, he even allowed himself to feel your erect nipples with his thumb and squeeze them mischievously as if they were buttons

"Loki!"-you gasped shakily.

"Do you like that, pet?"

You nodded without remorse, your eyes dilating in desire as a shiver ran down your spine. Loki continued to touch you elegantly, his two hands traveled to your waist and didn't stop there. They continued down to your lower belly and your mons, that's when you let out an involuntary moan as you retracted your hips.

Loki, delighting in the noises you made, narrowed his eyes, smiling sideways and tilting his head.

"What do you think now? Will you tell me where it is?"

You shook your head again, biting your lower lip trying to suppress your smile, you felt like a naughty girl about to be punished, it amused you. And Loki seemed to be amused too.

"Ok, don't say I didn't warn you."

Loki placed one hand on your lower back, slightly pulling you towards his body while his other hand was placed on your vagina, that touch made you gasp but more so when his middle and index fingers were placed at your entrance trying to push the fabric of your beige uniform. You couldn't help but squeal like a mouse.

"Oh.. delicious"

Loki rubbed your entrance with his fingers trying to uselessly put them somewhere, even so, his fingers felt your flesh and that gesture began to make you wet. Luckily the fabric of the clothing was light and did not loosen in that area so his fingers could touch your hungry and throbbing pussy without problems.

Again you pathetically began to move your hips hoping to feel more friction while your face buried in the crook of his neck drowning out your babbling and moaning. Loki's calmness was overwhelmingly annoying. You were desperate that he had control, rubbing your back with a strange tenderness contrasted with what his other hand was doing to your core, while he repeated to you to take a deep breath as if you were about to be vaccinated. How could he be so sweet and delicate and a horny pervert at the same time?

"You're doing well, but I'd like to know where the ring is, please."-he said mocking your desperate desires

You still had your face buried in the crook of his neck, muttering and gasping incomprehensible words.

"I'm sorry darling, I didn't hear you correctly, what did you say?"-Loki said as you pressed harder and deeper into your entrance.

"I don't know!"

You moaned sharply, quickly removing your face from his shoulder while you breathed with your mouth open, trying not to succumb to your carnal impulses but you couldn't grip his shoulders tightly as if your hands were pliers.

"What a naughty girl you are. Do you really like being punished? You'll be glad to know I'm not done yet."

Loki grabbed and dug his fingers into your mules, pulling you even closer to him and forcing you to bring your pelvis together and crash against his. You were wondering what he was going to do when suddenly he raised his hips and his bulge collided with your entrance. This drew another louder moan from you. Loki stood there watching your reaction in amusement.

"What a delight to hear you like that, pet"

Another bounce of his hip and you had to close your eyes and bite your lip to keep from letting out the growl that remained locked in your throat. You were practically sitting on his cock and you felt your core throbbing harder and harder until it started to hurt acutely, this was torture, but a pleasurable one. Loki moved his pelvis upward again, holding your hips and threw your head back, releasing a pitiful moan.

"I'll ask you one more time, don't exhaust my patience. WHERE.IS.IT?"

To emphasize his words, he collided his pelvis with yours again, this time more abruptly as he wrinkled his face. You dug your nails into his back and gritted your teeth, you could feel the tears gathering in your eyes.

"I.DON'T.KNOW"

Loki, on the other hand, seemed happy with that answer.

"Whatever you want"

Now without mercy, Loki ground his hips up and down, colliding with your entrance while your hands clung to the back of his neck and you pressed your chest against his. Your face was on his shoulder looking towards the door fearing that someone would come and find you in this embarrassing situation, you had no idea how much time had passed. Loki found his own rhythm going fast and without tiring, you accompanied him bouncing up and down accompanying his hips when he went up, they seemed like a harmonious wave. But they were far from harmony, you two were panting and you were a mess since he started touching you with his manly hands. your palms were sweating and your uniform was starting to stick to your body. When you thought that nothing could be worse, Loki began to kiss your neck again, this time leaving small bites, you closed your eyes tightly and gritted your teeth, feeling like you were losing your mind. Your hand finally gripped his hair tightly and you took revenge, being able to pull him back to which he grunted. This little Eden that had settled between the two of you and the room didn't seem like enough to you. It was just a false sense of pleasure, you really needed him inside you no matter how hard his cock was or how deep you sat on it, you couldn't take this anymore unless he really fucked you properly.

"Loki… I-I give up, I'll tell you... where it is…"-you said between moans and gasps.

"But we were having fun"

He laughed shamelessly as he stopped and let you get off his lap, when you did you could barely stand. You were breathing hard and your knees were bending about to hit the floor and you were all sweaty. Loki seemed a little better than you but you still noticed that the hair on his forehead was damp. Between broken words you kept your promise and gave him the information he wanted.

"See? It was not that difficult"-He said smiling as if nothing had happened while he caressed your cheek with a finger.

At that moment Mobius entered, smiling as always and with a can in one hand. Seeing them in such a pitiful state, his corners loosened a little and confusion appeared on his face.

"What did I miss?"

"Oh nothing, the interrogation was just fruitful"-Loki said while winking at you knowingly.

Mobius and Loki said goodbye to you while you continued standing trying to catch your breath and process what had happened. When the two of them closed the door behind you you could hear Mobius' somewhat muffled voice asking Loki: "Hey, why are you so sweaty? It looks like you ran a marathon."

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0vergrowngraveyard · 26 days

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Sonic wasn’t a stranger to off days. In fact, he had them a lot more often than most people realized, he was just really good at hiding them.

Maybe a little too good.

This day, however, was particularly bad.

He wasn’t sure why. He pretty much just woke up in a grassy field feeling like, well, shit and it felt a little more challenging to simply push down like he usually did. Even after a quick call with Tails — something that usually cheered him up almost immediately — he still felt like he wanted to disappear off the face of Mobius, never to fight in another battle or have the pressure of saving the world ever again.

He’d never admit it because he genuinely loves doing what he does, but it gets to him sometimes. He’s only fifteen years old, when did it become his responsibility for all this crap.

Sometimes he did wish he had a more simple life. Just him, his little brother, and his close friends living out their teenage (and little kid) years like normal Mobians.

However, the adrenaline junkie in him quickly kicks that idea in the ass. He didn’t think he could ever live without all the death defying stunts and risks that came with his current lifestyle. It just wouldn’t be as fun. Plus, doing what he does is the reason he has most of his friends in the first place.

He wouldn’t trade this current life for anything in the world, but it can still drag him down sometimes.

He closed his eyes and felt a gentle breeze surround him and dance among the blades of grass. The leaves of nearby trees rustling and flickies chirping were like distant symphonies as the sun’s warmth engulfed him.

He stayed like that for around thirty minutes, just basking in all that nature had to offer him this morning. Quiet moments like these were part of what kept him fighting. As long as Eggman was dead set on destroying areas like these, Sonic would be there to stop him.

After what felt like an eternity to the hedgehog, he got up and stretched. He looked around him, picked a random location, and took off running, hoping to leave his thoughts behind.

He ran for hours, occasionally stopping to check out a view or quickly help someone. But it didn’t matter how fast or how far he went, the thoughts always caught up to him.

Past failures, little comments made by the media that affected him a little more than they probably should, guilt he had stored up from past life choices, etc.

But nothing haunted him more than those dreaded six months.

Months of isolation. Not knowing if his friends were ok, if his baby brother was ok, The torture, the anxiety, the shackles. The illusions of his loved ones dying before his eyes over and over again and being mocked or yelled at by them.

The depression and nightmares that followed were almost too much for him to bear and he probably would’ve lost it if his overwhelming sense of guilt didn’t push him to stick around and help.

His friends weren’t mad at him for not helping them for most of the war. In fact, it almost felt like they were babying him in a way. Constantly asking he was okay and making sure he was comfortable whenever they had downtime. Even Tails was seemingly walking on eggshells around him which definitely made him feel some kind of way.

When the war finally ended, he disappeared for about two months. It was all too overwhelming.

He knew it was a selfish move, but Chaos forbid he makes one decision that solely benefits himself after that whole mess. He just needed to be alone and run off those six months.

No one was mad at him when he finally reappeared, the closest thing would be how worried Tails was.

He always did worry too much.

Everything slowly went back to normal. The war slowly became a thing of the past, just another victory over Dr Eggman.

So why was Sonic still so hung up over it?

A noise from his stomach stopped his thoughts dead in their tracks. He slowed to a stop somewhere on the shoreline and checked his communicator for the time. How was it already lunch time? Did he really spend that much time thinking about all that crap?

He sped off in the direction of the Mystic Ruins. Being around his brother always managed to make him feel at least a little better. Maybe it would be more effective than just simply calling him.

He stopped at the front door of the house and punched in the code.

It was quiet. There were no noises coming from the workshop downstairs. Was the kit even home? It would suck if he wasn’t, what would be the point of Sonic showing up if his little brother wasn’t even here. Where did he go?

A certain smell overrode all his thoughts as he walked into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a plate of chili dogs that were still warm (he could just tell).

He smiled. Tails was definitely home.

Right on cue, he heard the workshop door open and a certain two-tailed fox walked into the kitchen. The weight on Sonic’s chest became lighter as the two talked about whatever came to mind with Tails even suggesting a movie night later on.

Fondness grasped at his heart, giving it a tight squeeze. Somehow, Tails once again knew he was having a bad day just from a brief interaction hours earlier. He never once asked what was wrong or made the hedgehog to talk about his feelings, he just did little things like make him food and offer to spend time together doing pointless things and goofing around. He even said he was just working on blueprints today which Sonic knew was just in case he didn’t feel like talking or just wanted to be alone.

Sonic didn’t know what he’d do without this kid. He really did have the best little brother a hedgehog could ask for.

#and you all doubted me #(i also doubted me)#sonic the sadhog return but this time he gets a little better #because his brother is actually around #if you see any mistakes you’re wrong and you need to get your eyes checked #started this at midnight #didn’t bother reading over it this morning #so it’s a little messy #making that hedgehog depressed is my favorite past time #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #fic

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moderator-monnie · 7 months

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The First Days... (A COTH Story)

It was a night like any other in a small town known as Aislinn in the southern part of Mobius. Everything was quiet and Plutonium The Mongoose was sitting up in her bed, unable to sleep because of a mild case of insomnia.

Her husband, Copper, was asleep next to her, but he moved in a strange way. Plutonium didn't notice, of course, as she was too absorbed in the book she was reading. That was until he made a strange, almost eerie gurgling noise. She quickly turned to her husband, worried, and as soon as she did, he grabbed her.

With a broad smile on his face, his eyes were pure white, his mouth a gape and tears rolling down his face, he spoke in a slightly echoed voice. "You should go to sleep, join me in the world of dreams... Everything will be better, everything will be perfect, we can live better lives... You just need to sleep like I am. Go to sleep Plutonium The Mongoose."

Plutonium herself pushed him away from her, screaming at the top of her lungs. The sight before her frightened her beyond anything she could understand. She quickly ran out of her bedroom door and blocked it off with a chair, huffing and puffing, "C-Coppy hun, you just stay in there. I'll figure out what's going on. Don't worry!" She was determined to find out what had happened to her husband.

Copper began to slowly hit the door. Although he wasn't that strong, he spoke in that echoing quiet voice once more, "You needn't run... He will find you soon and we'll be joined together in our eternal sleep, where all our needs will be met."

Plutonium found the words coming out of her husband's mouth. Clearly, he wasn't in control of himself. All she needed to do was to find help, so she went to go open her door hoping someone, anyone even would be at the hospital.

But as soon as she opened the door, she looked up in horror, her hand still on the doorknob as she looked up at the sky. It wasn't black and full of stars, as one would expect at 3 am. Everything was a dark crimson. And the sun still seemed to be out, being a blinding white. Most of the grass on her front lawn even seemed to be a shade of purple.

So many thoughts ran thru the woman's head as she saw all that had changed in a matter of hours, but she didn't have long to process this as she heard a loud crash with some screaming and saw a few of her through running in fear while others slowly and calmly walked after them.

All the ones who were walking calmly all had the same looks as her husband did, their eyes white as snow, tears leaking down their faces.

And something she didn't notice before was a strange symbol on their chests, a sort of marking perhaps.

She didn't have long to react properly though, as a shadow soon loomed over her and all the mobians with the symbols on their chests turned to face her, staring blankly with wide smiles on broad faces. The looming shadow couldn't be seen, not at first just covering her and her entire house in a thick shadow.

The eyes of the affected mobians lighted the darkness slightly, before a small eye with a black pupil appeared where the shadow was being cast from and it grew larger within moments, and finally, the one behind the shadow could be seen.

It looked like Sonic The Hedgehog but his face seemed to be a black void, with an eye in the middle of it that stared right down at her, his arms were also skeletal with rings around them and a sort of cape around his neck attached to which he could be seen as like chaos emeralds.

The towering hedgehog was 75 feet tall and as Plutonium looked up in terror, the figure spoke in a rough, deep, echo-laced voice, one almost in a similar manner to her husband's voice.

"Little Mongoose, you needn't threaten, you needn't worry... Rest your weary head for its time for bed, time to rest and help others like yourself rest, for I am the one they call Zepperaith and I've come to your town to help you and everyone here sleep... And dream sweetly into the forever night. I mean no harm, no anger, all I want to do is help... The question I ask is simple... Do you accept me?"

There Plutonium stood and shook in fear for a few minutes, the voices of her neighbors all saying at once, "Accept Our Lord, Accept Our Lord, Accept Our Lord, sleep like us, we're all happy, don't you want to be happy too?"

Plutonium shook her head before she screamed out of fear and anger, "I'LL NEVER JOIN YOU! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO MY NEIGHBOURS, MY FRIENDS OR MY HUSBAND. BUT I WILL FIND OUT AND I WILL STOP YOU, YOU MONSTER!"

The Mongoose then ran away as fast as her legs could carry her out of town, while everyone else was gathered up and put into a sleep by Zepperaith. Of course, with his power and speed, he could easily find the mongoose. But he proceeded to giggle and put his hand to his face, finding her attempt to run from him quite entertaining.

He just wanted to help her and everyone in Mobius, but he'd let her run for now, wanting to see what she did for the sake of his own entertainment. In just a few days, he'd track her down again, but for now, he turned his sights on the town.

"Sheep, Sheep, Sheep... It's time for sleep. Rest your heads. It's time for bed... You need not worry about me for I'm your friend till the very end and all I want to do is help you all : )"

He spoke out loud to anyone in the town who could hear him he had not been put into a slumber. Plutonium herself just kept on running. She had to find help. She would save her husband ... right?

ONLY TIME WOULD TELL.

#Curse Of The Hedgehog AU #COTH AU #Sonic The Hedgehog #STH #Sonic Horror AU #Short Story #Zepperaith

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brnesblogposts · 2 months

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love lost.

pairing: loki x gn reader

warnings: angst

(repost from my old blog because i’m moving to this account !!)

reposts appreciated :)

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Loki watched as his friends turned into nothing before his eyes, the fear behind theirs would stay with him forever. Mobius, OB, B-15, Sylvie, Casey.. all turned into what can only be described as spaghetti. Then just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse. You. He turned around to see you were still standing there, eyes wide with fear at what you’d just witnessed, Loki rushed to your side tears in his eyes and hands cupping your face as if to check you were really still with them.

“Loki..” the words got stuck in your throat as shock overtook your body and Loki pulled you into a hug, rocking you back and forth in a soothing manner.

“How are you still here?” Loki was confused as she had just seen all of her friends vanish but you remained. The last two people in the universe it would seem. “I’m so glad you’re still here” Loki shakily said while kissing the top of your head.

“What do we do??” You were panicked “Are you gonna leave me too? I don’t wanna be alone Loki” crying again you clutched onto him as if that would stop him from disappearing. Losing Loki would be like your heart stopping, there is nothing worse you could think of than losing him.

“I’ll never leave you, my darling. As long as you don’t leave me either” He’s stroking the back of your head now “We will figure this out, together.” Loki stands back and puts his hands on your shoulders to look at your face as if he wanted to remember every last detail, just in case.

You did the same, neither of you looking away from each other for a few minutes.

You felt funny all of a sudden.

“Darling?” Loki’s voice was distant yet you could see him right in front of you.

You felt your body disappearing from beneath you, looking down your legs were the spaghetti you had just seen your friends turn into, oh no. Your eyes looked back up right into Loki’s he was still clutching your shoulders as if doing so would keep you with him, as if him not letting go would keep you from being taken from him.

“No, no.” He whispered under their breath as you started to disappear. They didn’t want to be alone again, they didn’t know how to live without you. You were Loki’s lifeline you were their heart and soul and the core of their very being.

“Loki..” Your soul staring into the gods eyes until you were no more, Loki’s hands simply clutching the air where your shoulders had been.

She fell to her knees. Head down in defeat, sobs racking out of their body.

“No” He cried.

He looked around him, nothing, nobody. He was the only one who remained and he didn’t know how to live or breathe without you.

— time skip—

Loki would spend years and years trying to find a way to get them all back, to get you back. He would eventually drive himself to insanity and hallucinate your presence often finding himself talking to you only to realise you weren’t there, nobody was. He was all alone in the universe as if he was being punished for all that he did when he was on Earth and Asgard, for the tormenting of his brother, the death of his mother, the battle of 2012 and everything else. Maybe he deserved to be alone, maybe the universe was punishing him indefinitely.

Loki hadn’t moved, hadn’t been taken anywhere. He remained where he’d last seen his friends, some part of him hoping they’d come back, that some day he’d wake up and find you next to him. They talk about hell being a firey place if torture but Loki was in hell already, hell was life without you, hell was knowing there was probably something he could do to get his family back but not having the ability to, without OB’s brains and everyone else’s assets.

Destined to a life of loneliness. The only company being a small photo of you that had faded over the millennia, your smile barely visible but Loki found himself looking at it constantly and smiling and crying, begging whatever did this to him that he was sorry and that he just wanted you back.

He’d lost everything when he lost you.

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cha-melodius · 9 days

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Fic Pride Weekend

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

@kiwiana-writes tagged me for "Fic Pride Friday" but let's face it, no one is actually doing this on a Friday anymore and Fic Pride should go the whole weekend.

So I decided to try to give some superlatives—my favorite action sequence, my favorite kiss, my favorite love confession, my favorite comedy moment, etc etc. But the problem was I came up with a LOT of superlatives! Oh well. A few up top, and the rest below the cut. Oh, and there are some spoilers below, so be warned!

Favorite Shouted Love Confession: Love is a Losing Game

“Then what, Illya?” Napoleon demands sharply, frustration heating his face. “What exactly was the problem?” “I love you, Napoleon!” Illya nearly shouts, the words ringing loudly in quiet of the club, and the silence that follows is only broken by Illya’s ragged breaths as Napoleon stares at him in shock. Illya closes his eyes, as if trying to steady himself, and when he opens them again the raw vulnerability in them is startling. “I love you,” he says again, with something like resignation in his voice, “and when they told me you quit I thought I would never see you again, and— and that was not something I could bear.”

Favorite Action Sequence (Duo): This Hell of a Season

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the headlamp rapidly approaching. He’s not sure if it will be fast enough. Henry watches as the dark shape of the man, little more than a shadow under the meagre moonlight, shifts slightly out from behind the hedges again. A few more shots, fired near where the shadow lurks, buys Henry some time, but Alex’s approach feels impossibly slow, as if he were travelling through treacle. One heartbeat passes. Two. Three. Four. The motorbike gets close enough to bathe Henry in a wash of yellow-tinted light; he’s now far too tempting a target, and the man shifts out from behind his cover again. Alex nearly puts the bike on its side as he skids into a stop, cutting the lamp at the last minute and plunging them into darkness. “Here!” he yells, and Henry flings himself in his direction, nearly blind after the brightness of the headlamp.

Favorite Action Sequence (Solo): A Good Man is Hard to Find

Pulling a rope off his belt, Mobius ties it securely around the empty window frame then measures out what he guesses is the right length before attaching the other end to his belt again. On the other side of the table, the guards have stopped firing, but he has no doubt they’ll be advancing on him now that they’ve realized that he’s not shooting back. He’ll need to stand up to be able to jump out far enough, which unfortunately means making an easy target of himself for at least a few seconds. He peeks around the table and sends a couple of bullets toward their feet, which succeeds in making them scatter and retreat backwards. Then, holding onto the window frame for support, Mobius takes a deep, steadying breath and rises to his feet. In the second before he jumps, the guards start shooting at him again and a bullet tears through the outside of his upper arm, but he barely feels it past the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He launches himself out as far as he can until he feels the rope snap tight at his belt, punching the breath out of his body. The line starts swinging him in an arc down toward the window, and he twists wildly as he tries desperately to orient himself in the air. Just before he smashes into the huge sheet of plate glass, he manages to fire twice into it and, in a rain of glass, crashes back into the building two floors down. The shouts of the guards are audible from above, as is the sound of running feet; no doubt they’re already heading back down the stairs. Mobius scrambles up and over toward the delivery entrance where he and Sylvie first came in, smearing the blood that’s dripping down his arm along the floor and doorway in a trail. Satisfied at the feint, he takes off toward the utility room and gets through the door, closing it carefully behind him.

Favorite Car Chase: The Hardest Cut (continues from here, hard to put the whole thing in!)

They turn again, away from the courthouse, and Mobius can unmistakably feel the horrible cocktail of adrenaline and dread that floods into his veins. Loki doesn’t answer his question, but his hands tighten on the steering wheel as he stares fixedly out the windshield, knuckles going painfully white. “You’re starting to worry me, you know,” Mobius says with a nervous chuckle, like it’s a joke. “Little heads up on what we’re doing would be great right about now.” Finally, Loki glances sideways at him—once, twice, then a third, lingering look—then he takes a deep, shuddery breath like he’s coming to a decision. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he swears emphatically, then jerks the wheel hard to the right, sending them fishtailing into a wild skid and down an alley that looks entirely too narrow. “I can’t do this. I can’t.”

Favorite Moment of Slapstick Comedy: The Makings of a Perfect Christmastime

Waverly, on the other hand, looks surprisingly unperturbed. “Oh, I know,” he says, incredibly. “Because what it looks like is that my war hero is playing home-wrecker to my star author’s marriage.” He looks pointedly at Illya, who’s mouth opens wordlessly as he flushes a deep scarlet, before his gaze slide back to Napoleon. “But that’s not actually what’s happening here, is it?” Napoleon’s mind is whirring as he tries desperately to figure out what the hell is going on, but before he can think of anything that might offer some kind of reasonable explanation, the door to the kitchen opens again. “I’m hoping that the fact that you didn’t come back to the room means you were getting laid and not in here cooking all night,” Gaby says as she comes in, so focused on the coffee that she doesn’t even see Waverly standing off to the side. For a moment, no one moves, until she turns with a mug of coffee in her hand, spots Waverly, and proceeds to drop it on the floor.

Favorite Wrestling Scene: Double Dutch with a Hand Grenade

Two can play, and all that, and he is not having this conversation on his back. Not when Illya has been seemingly holding all the cards to this point. He cants his hips under Illya—slowly, deliberately—and is gratified when his partner’s eyes go wide. More importantly, the distraction makes his grip on Napoleon’s wrists loosen. Napoleon yanks his hands down, out of Illya’s hold, then slams the heel of his palm hard into his sternum. Illya grunts in pain and surprise, shoulders curling inward, which gives Napoleon enough of an opening to grab the front of his t-shirt and roll them both sideways until Illya’s back thunks hard against the mat. It’s Illya’s turn to glare up at him, still grimacing. Napoleon has effectively reversed their positions, pinning Illya’s wrists to the mat over his head, though he hasn’t managed to secure his lower body. Instead, Illya’s legs are wrapped around his waist, preventing him from maneuvering or getting any better leverage for a subsequent attack. Of course, that also means Illya’s legs are wrapped around his waist, which is something he’d been valiantly trying not to imagine ever since that encounter at the café. So much for that. Neither of them is completely in control of this situation, and it’s rapidly starting to seem like that’s true in more ways than one.

Favorite Emotional "Confession": Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood

“Yeah, I mean, it hurts,” he says with a nonchalant shrug he’s pretty sure doesn’t land. He wants to ask, ‘what makes me different? why are you friends with everyone but me?’, but that would give up the game for sure. Instead, he aims for something close. “Sometimes it feels like you’re more distant with me than with other people at the office.” “You’re right,” Henry replies with shocking matter-of-factness. “Casual friends are easy, Alex. There’s no risk when you don’t want anything more from someone than the ability to hold a five minute conversation over coffee in the break room. It’s different when it’s… someone you might truly care about. You’re different.” Alex doesn’t really know what to do with that. It’s quickly becoming difficult to tell where the lies end and the truth begins. “Oh,” he says, floundering a little. “I guess I can see that.”

Favorite Flirty Email: Class(room) Warfare

To: Alexander Claremont-Diaz <[email protected]> From: Henry Fox-Mountchristen <[email protected]> Subject: Re: your shirts Dr. Acerbic Cocky-Disaster I am quite certain you’ve never given anyone a break in your life. Regretfully, Henry Assistant Professor of What Did I Do To Deserve This

Favorite Seductive Spoon-licking (yes, I have more than one): All the Old Showstoppers

Locating a clean tasting spoon, he scoops a bit of the buttercream out of his mixer and holds it out to Alex across the top of his station. Their fingers brush when Alex reaches out to take it, and an image of Alex holding a very similar spoon up to his lips flashes through Henry’s mind. His mouth goes slightly dry at the memory, and that’s before Alex proceeds to stick the spoon deep into his mouth and draw it slowly out between his lips. Alex’s low hum, which skirts dangerously close to a moan, is somehow audible over the buzz of activity in the tent, and his eyelids flutter slightly as his pink tongue slips out to lick the back of the spoon in a manner that is far too seductive for their current setting. Who could have guessed that giving Alex a spoon would be such a massive mistake? Because Henry can see a camera currently filming them out of the corner of his eye, but he still can’t seem to force his own bloody mouth closed, nor can he hope to control the flush that is no doubt painting his cheeks a rather lurid pink, if he knows himself. The best he can hope for is that he just looks stunned rather than incredibly turned on by the display before him. “Ok, yeah, that’s good,” Alex says, snapping him out of the daze he finds himself in. He grins, and the mischief sparkling in his eyes is enough to make Henry believe he did that on purpose. “Guess you’re gonna make things hard for me, huh Wales?”

Favorite Movie Adaptation Moment: False Dichotomy

“Sometimes I wonder,” Alex says, staring up at the leaves fluttering in the breeze over the sidewalk. “If you hadn’t been Mountchristen, and I hadn’t been Under the Rainbow Books…” “Alex,” Henry breathes, a little unsteadily. Alex keeps going because he is, as previously established, an idiot. He can’t quite bring himself to look at Henry, though. “Maybe I’d have gotten up the courage to ask for your number.” “I’d have asked for yours,” Henry says firmly, surprising him. That does make Alex turn back toward him again. “That first day in the shop. Wouldn’t have been able to wait even twenty-four hours before asking you out to dinner.” “We’d never have been at war,” Alex continues. “The only thing we’d fight about is what to watch on Saturday night.” “Only because you have terrible taste in Star Wars movies,” Henry teases.

Favorite Angsty Kiss: So Close to Something Better Left Unknown

Alex hesitates a moment too long for it not to be an answer. Henry’s eyes are dark and wild with primal desire and something else, something more terrifying than even that, and Alex murmurs, “It doesn’t matter.” “Alex—” Alex turns in his arms and drags him into a kiss that catches like dry tinder, lighting such an inferno under his skin that Alex feels like he’s the one who’s been drugged. This is a fucking mistake, he thinks desperately, then his mind goes blissfully blank as Henry’s tongue slides into his mouth. It’s rough, demanding, as much as sparring match as a kiss, particularly when Henry sinks a hand into his hair and tugs hard, then bites down on Alex’s lower lip when he gasps as stars burst in his vision. Alex gives as good as he gets, though, finally getting his teeth on those sinful fucking lips and swallowing Henry’s answering moans.

Favorite Almost Kiss: White Knuckles

When he comes out of his last spin, Napoleon joins him for the final movements, an expansive trip across the ice that usually ends with Illya hunched over, almost on one knee, as if clutching an apparently dead Juliet. Now, though, there is an actual body in his grasp: Napoleon is underneath him, back bent into a graceful arc, being held off the ice only by Illya’s grip on his hip and his palm splayed between his shoulder blades. As the music comes to its grand conclusion he meets Napoleon’s eyes, and suddenly Napoleon doesn’t seem so unaffected anymore. He’s certainly breathless, all right, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted, and it would be so easy for Illya to flex his arms and draw him upward until their lips meet. Illya considers it a true testament to his self control that he doesn’t do it. “Wow,” Napoleon breathes, after a long moment in which he has made no move to disentangle himself from Illya. Then one corner of his mouth quirks upward into a smirk. “Now that’s more like it.” It is also a testament to Illya’s self control that he doesn’t drop him on the ice.

Favorite Cliffhanger: Nova, Baby

A couple of officers with red crosses on their helmets hurry forward as Raf grabs Alex’s arm and tries to pull him to the side. Somewhere deep inside, Alex knows that he has to let go, that Henry’s only hope is the medical team. The panic choking him has fully taken over now, though, and he only clutches Henry more tightly to his chest. “N-no, Raf, please,” he pleads. “You have to let go of him, kid.” “No, no, I can’t, I can’t—“ “Alex! Look at me!” Raf commands sharply. The order catches Alex full in the chest and he responds instinctively, his gaze snapping up to meet dark, worried eyes. A face much like his own, but lined and careworn after years at the agency. A face that has seen more than its share of hopeless situations. A face that is telling Alex, now, to trust him. “You have to,” Raf says again, his voice gentle but firm. Alex lets go.

Favorite First Meeting: Cold Light

“That doesn’t sound good,” the man replies as he straightens up again. Whatever he was doing he seems to be done with, even though he hasn’t touched a thing. He stares up at the sky for a moment, as if lost in thought; in the silence that follows, Mobius watches ribbons of what’s shaping up to be a rather spectacular display of the aurora borealis begin winding their way across the night’s sky behind him. “So? What do you think?” “Hm?” “About the engine.” “Oh, I don’t actually know anything about engines.” Mobius stares at him for a beat in disbelief. “Then why’d you want to see it?” The man shrugs, a vaguely amused expression playing on his features. “Seemed like a thing one does when your vehicle breaks down.”

Favorite Outsider Perspective: That's What Other People Do

“You know me so well, Peril,” Solo says to him before taking a huge bite. He briefly looks, somewhat bizarrely, like a chipmunk. “I know you are somehow always hungry,” Kuryakin returns. “And you get as excited about greasy diner food as gourmet restaurant.” Solo swallows and grins broadly. “Sometimes there’s nothing better than greasy diner food. If I’m gonna have to go to Jersey for this mission, I might as well indulge. Gimme some of your milkshake, would you?” Kuryakin lets out a put-upon sigh, but his mouth is unmistakably tugging up at the corners as he slides the half empty glass over toward his partner. Robin chews slowly as she watches them continue to banter about the food as if she wasn’t there at all. Kuryakin stretches an arm out along the back of the booth behind Solo’s shoulders, and when Solo finally polishes off the burger he settles back against it, almost but not quite tucked against Kuryakin’s side, looking immensely satisfied.

Favorite Angsty Confrontation: Little by Little

“How many have there been?” Napoleon whispers. Suddenly his proximity is unbearable. Close enough that Illya could lean in and kiss him in an instant, and wouldn’t that just be the perfect cap on all of this misery? He can almost imagine the slide of his lips and the heat of his mouth for a moment before the fantasy threatens to choke him. Illya drops his arm and turns away, striding across the room as he scrubs his hands over his face. “I don’t know,” he says into his palms, and it’s nearly inaudible to even him so he knows Napoleon did not hear the answer. “How many, Peril? I mean are we talking a one or two, or a handful, or—” “I don’t know!” Illya bellows, wheeling back toward him.

Tagging @orchidscript, @historicallysam, @leaves-of-laurelin, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @three-drink-amy

@loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @nicijones, @justabigoldnerd, @magicandarchery, @14carrotghoul

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So that's the number of snippets I posted, but PLEASE if you see this and want to do it, jump in!! Be proud of your fics!

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agere-tomhiddleston-imagines · 6 months

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Lil Ghost!

Thought I'd try a oneshot style for once on Tumblr (and hopefully do these more often ^^), I hope you all enjoy!!

Caregiver: Mobius, he/him

Little: Loki, he/they (3 years)

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Loki LOVED October, it was a time to cause as much mischief as they wanted and get away with it! Well, Mobius would allow it anyway since his excuse always was: "Halloween's just around the corner, the kid's just excited!" Which didn't really go down well with Steve after Loki poured all of his cake mixture on top of his head. In truth, Loki just liked to cause a bit of disruption but still be perceived as an angel by Mobius. It gave them comfort, but today they were feeling extra mischievous!

After a rather poor attempt to pull a fluffy blanket over his head, Loki was now a ghost and ready to haunt! Holding the blanket over his eyes so they could see where they were going, they made his way downstairs to find his papa making breakfast. However, that made his mind race with thoughts. What if they spooked papa at the wrong time and made him mad? What if he didn't get any breakfast because of this? And what if-

Loki's brain worked like this a lot from his childhood experiences. Deep in their fears, they knew they'd be okay. It was just Loki having a hard time trying to figure that out for themselves, especially when so young. Thankfully, Mobius was quick to notice Loki standing with glazed over eyes. "Hey sweetheart, are you alright?" He said as he walked over to them, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Their head whipped to look at him, eyes now wide and blown. They couldn't respond - it felt as if his jaw was locked. "It's okay. How about we sit and cuddle for a bit?" Loki could only nod, his fingers making their way up to their lips.

Mobius carried his baby up to the sofa, swaddling them in the blanket and cuddling them on his lap. He had about five minutes until Loki's pancakes needed to be tended to, so he used that time to calm him. "Some yucky thoughts again?" Mobius asked gently, not wanting them to dwell on it. They nodded, keeping close to his warmth. "Nothin' to be worried about, kiddo. They can't hurt you." They shared a quiet moment, just basking in each others company, until a timer sounded. "Oh! There's your pancakes, bubs!" Loki, seemingly forgetting about his worries for a moment, shot his head up. "pwancak??" They asked, intrigued. "Yeah that's right, baby!"

Pancakes were one of little Loki's favourite foods. While food wasn't so much a comfort when big, little Loki was enamoured by it, especially as an Asgardian. Mobius knew this well, always wanting his sweetheart to be happy. In this moment, he was carrying Loki in one arm as he tended to the pancake in another, plating it and sitting Loki in a high chair.

"Alright buddy! Are we ready?" Loki nodded enthusiastically, waiting as Mobius cut off pieces of pancake and fed it to them. It was a little unusual to Mobius that pancakes could make Loki this happy, but he wasn't going to question it. They were happy, and that was all that mattered to him.

Loki couldn't have finished the pancake quicker, both joyful to have his scary thoughts gone and to be eating chocolate first thing in the morning. Mobius had to chuckle a little, little remants of chocolate still present on his chin until he cleaned it up. All dishes aside, he carried Loki back to the sofa and turned on the tv to a kids channel. "Hey darling," Mobius began, "what did you have your blanket around your head for? Are you cold?" Loki giggled behind their paci. "nwoho! m ghos'!" They put the blanket back over their head. "boo!" Mobius feigned being scared, even giving out a little scream. They couldn't stop laughing. "Awh man! You got me really good! Now, I'll have to get you back!" He leaned forward and gently grabbed Loki before tickling his tummy.

Loki squealed, but he also laughed. He was happy, and so was Mobius. He'd much rather spend forever caring for his little than having them suffer through night terrors and such alone.

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A/N: I am so sorry about this being late, I started it in early October, however I have a bad habit of just putting things off -_- I am happy that it is done though and I hope you all liked it! ^^

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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 2

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

Word Count: 4k

Catch up on season 1 of the series!

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

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

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

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

“I missed you,” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

“So were you.”

“And, about Lamentis -” he started.

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

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

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

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

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

He shot you a look that read: really?

“Bad habit,” you told him.

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

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

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

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

“Nice catch,” you said.

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

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

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

This can’t be good.

- – -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me about it,” Mobius laughed.

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

“I found her.”

- – -

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

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

“Charmer,” you teased.

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

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

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

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

“Loki -”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” He asked in disbelief.

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

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

“I trust you, Mischief,” you said.

I’ve never said that to anyone before.

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

“I trust you, too.”

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

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

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

- – -

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you alright?”

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

“Sorry?”

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

“Who wants to see me?”

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

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

Run.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I mean you no harm,” she whispered.

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

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

Stubborn girl.

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

“I’m sorry, too,” she blurted.

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

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

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

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

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

I’ll take it.

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

“What -”

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

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

“Victor!”

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

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

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

“Sylvie!” You and Loki both shouted.

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

“Sylvie, no,” he spoke.

“You stay out of this,” she snapped.

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

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

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

He nodded, gripping your waist as he stood.

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

The blonde woman inched toward her prey.

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

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

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

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

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

Sylvie growled as she pushed herself to her feet.

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

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

“Oh my god.”

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

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

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

“Pleasure,” he greeted.

“Uh huh,” you said, frozen in shock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sylvie clenched her jaw.

“It’s true,” you chimed in.

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

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

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

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

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

“Cut it out,” you whispered.

He raised his hands in surrender.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You haven’t got a clue.”

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

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

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

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

“Loki!”

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

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

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

“Where is he?” Loki asked.

“Timely?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not sure, I-”

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

“No fucking way.”

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

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

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

“Tell me about it.”

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

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

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

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

“Loki! [Y/N]!”

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

“Fuck no.”

“Absolutely not.”

- – -

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

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

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

“Get. Off!” Renslayer grunted below you.

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

“You sent me to the void!”

You punched her again.

“You betrayed us!”

And again.

“I actually thought you were my friend!”

Again.

“You tried to kill the man I love!”

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

“That’s my girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait,” you told him.

Something felt different this time.

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

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

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

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

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

I haven’t done anything.

That isn’t me.

I can make my own choices.

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

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

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

“Get him out of here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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oswildin · 9 months

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Never Stop {Loki Laufeyson x Reader}

Summary: You tried to save your Loki, leading to you being captured by the TVA. But you escaped, evading them for years with one goal in mind. To burn it to the ground. What you didn’t expect was seeing Loki again. But your past was his would’ve been future. Now you stood before He Who Remains with only one thing on your mind. Revenge. But Loki knows it will never stop the pain.

A/N: Inspired by the Disney series plot, Y/N is in place of Sylvie. Also inspired from my TikTok Loki POV Series - https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJpd3VKu/

Warnings: None, just sad lol

Looking at He Who Remains made your blood boil. The way he so nonchalantly declared it was his doing you couldn’t go back and save your Loki… The TVA stepping in, capturing you, pulling you away… You lost your Loki to the cruel hands of Thanos, you were forced to watch as the Mad Titan snapped his neck, discarding him like a rag doll, like he was… nothing. But to you…

He was everything.

When the remaining members of the universes mightiest heroes found a way to go back in time to collect the stones, your mind instantly thought of Loki. Going back for the Tesseract was the least of your worries, your entire mind was consumed by the thought of finding a way to bring Loki back with you. It would’ve been Loki before he knew you. But it would’ve been Loki. And he would’ve been alive. 2012 Loki, in 2023. But as you arrived in Stark Tower, standing in the shadows, eyeing the familiar face of Loki, the man you hadn’t seen in five years… A glowing orange portal opened behind you, revealing a group wearing black, armed and helmeted… Dragging you away, muttering about ‘crimes against the sacred timeline’ and ‘variant’.

And so you fought. Tooth and nail. You escaped, and swore you would burn down the TVA to the ground for what they had done. The rage you’d kept buried deep came to the surface, clouding your mind and morals as you allowed it to consume you. Hiding in apocalypses, laying traps, stealing reset charges… All for your plan to go completely off course when you saw him.

Loki.

Working for the TVA. Well, at least associating himself with them. They’d brought him in, clearly having worked out you had a connection to him. His timeline. His future. And so once again, you fought tooth and nail. On Lamentis-1, in the TVA, in the Void…

And here you were. At the end. Loki back at your side, although he had no recollection of your past with him… his would’ve been future with you. He had seen the files. Mobius had showed him who you were to him. He’d seen how you had fought against the natural order of time to try and save him. And that’s when he knew he had to be with you till the end. The end of all this.

“You see… it isn’t about right or wrong-“ He Who Remains looked between the pair, sat at his desk, grand purple robe wrapped over his shoulders. “It’s about maintaining order.” He nodded slightly, brows raised, gaze flickering over them. “It was always going to end this way. You two, me, here at the end of time.” He shrugged, leaning back in his chair.

You clenched your jaw, your hardened gaze focused on He Who Remains, fingers twitching around the hilt of the dagger in your lap. The dagger your Loki had given you in your timeline. His dagger. Loki glanced your direction, eyeing you closely, trying to gauge your next move. He could see the rage in your eyes, the desperation of wanting this all to be over. To get your revenge.

After a moment, you lunged from your seat, raising your dagger as you went to slice at He Who Remains, who didn’t look even the slightest bit surprised. However, a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back as you instantly whipped round, dagger pressed against Loki’s chest as you stalked towards him. Loki kept his hands up in a placating gesture, not wanting you to think he was moving to attack.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, furrowing your brows as you finally lowered your dagger.

“Let’s just-“ Loki tried, keeping his voice low and soothing. “-take a minute.” His eyes searched yours, whilst you frowned.

“Take a minute?” You huffed out, shaking your head. “I have had years to think about this.” You said lowly, gripping your dagger at your side. “He deliberately intervened me saving you.”

“What if he’s right?” Loki asked, his own brows furrowing. His eyes held uncertainty, conflicting feelings. “What if by killing him we unleash something far worse?” You pursed your lips, considering his words before taking a step back, away from Loki.

“You’re taking his side?” You breathed out, disbelief in your tone as Loki instantly shook his head.

“What?” He frowned. “No-“ But you cut him off.

“So what?” You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly gotten some morals-“ You bit at him.

“Say you kill him, what then?” Loki tilted his head slightly, holding his hands up in front of him towards you. “Do you think it will make you feel better?” He asked, raising a brow. “That it will dull the hurt? The rage?” He let out a small bitter laugh, shaking his head. “The rage that sits deep inside-“ He moved to jab himself in the chest, pointing at his heart. “-here. You think the more you do to try and ease it, the more destruction and killing will help ease it?” He let out a breath, his own eyes turning slightly glassy. “It doesn’t.” He paused. “And it probably never will.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the rising inside of the hurt he had referred to, blinking as you pulled your gaze away from him. Something in your mind told you he was right, but reason had left you long ago. It hurt Loki to see you looking so… Conflicted. Torn. So full of anger that it had seemingly taken over you. All because of him. Future or not, it was his death that had led you on this path.

“Move.” The word left your lips before you could stop it, turning your narrowed eyes back to Loki. Loki let out a breath, his shoulders slumping slightly as he straightened up.

“I can’t let you do this.” Loki told you softly.

“You promised you were with me.” You said, voice cracking slightly, a whirlwind of emotions rushing through you. Before Loki could even blink, you had raised your dagger, as his instincts kicked in, summoning his own as it clashed with yours.

You fought, face creased and determined as you knew you would kill He Who Remains… Whether Loki liked it or not. You have a quick jab to Loki’s chest with your free hand, causing him to stumble back as you turned on your heel, stalking towards He Who Remains. But Loki was quick to recover, rushing towards you, sliding to a stop in front of you as your blades locked, both pushing against each other.

“Please- Y/N- Just think-“ Loki pleaded, his brows furrowed, eyes holding yours as you grit your teeth.

“I did this for you!” You exclaimed, frustration and exhaustion in your voice. “He has taken everything!” You cried, leaning forwards slightly as you look at Loki. “So you may as well do it-“ You lowered your voice, your own eyes now slick with a sheen of unshed tears. “Kill me.” Your voice cracked, as Loki’s expression softened, looking almost heartbroken by your words.

“No.” Loki whispered, his own voice hoarse. You let out a roar of anger, finally shoving him away from you with all your might. As he flew back, you didn’t waste any time, running towards He Who Remains, dagger held high as you prepared to finally end him.

A green shimmer appeared before you, immediately stopping your blade as it pressed against Loki’s neck, his hands up as he threw his dagger down. You instantly stilled, tensing as he looked at you.

“Stop-“ Loki begged, tone almost ordering. “Y/N, just…” He paused, letting out a deep breath. “Stop…” He added gently, cautiously moving his hands to grasp your arms tentatively. A moment of silence passed between you, Loki pressed against the desk between you and He Who Remains. “Please.”

You blinked up at him, your grip on your dagger relaxing slightly as you slowly pulled it away from his neck, closing your eyes to hold back the tears.

“I wouldn’t want you to do this.” Loki told you lowly, urgency in his eyes. “Future me, past me or this me-“ He breathed out, his eyes growing glassier with each word. You finally reopened your eyes, looking up at him. “I’ve seen what you’ve tried to do. And I’ve seen what you would do to do it.” His voice wavered slightly, but kept its calming tone, trying to reason with you and make you see this wasn’t the way. “I can’t let you become like me.” He shook his head slightly, hands gently squeezing your arms. “Because it will never end here.” His bottom lip quivered slightly. “You’ve seen it already. With my past.” Finally, a tear fell from one of his blue eyes, as you felt your own cheeks begin to get damp. “You have to stop fighting for me.”

At his words, you let out a shaky breath, a small sob escaping your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to control your emotions. Loki felt his chest tighten at the sight, seeing you so vulnerable, angry, hurt… Steadying your breath, you reopened your eyes meeting his own, seeing the vulnerability in his own gaze.

“I’ll never stop fighting for you.” You whispered, seeing his breath catch slightly at your words. Loki wasn’t used to such… conviction, promise from someone else. Especially, not towards him. For him.

A second passed, before you closed the gap between you, moving your free hand to rest on his shoulder as you pressed your lips to his own. Instantly Loki melted into it, closing his eyes as he felt a swell of emotion in his chest. You felt another tear fall as you put everything into the kiss, all the longing, the years without him, the love you felt for Loki. All of him. This him and the one you knew. Loki moved one of his hands to your waist, holding you close as you both spun slightly, you now stood where he had been.

Finally pulling away, Loki’s gaze held yours, emotion swirling in his eyes as he regarded you. You. The one who had done everything in your power to save him. You gently moved your hand to rest on his chest as he slowly leaned towards you, going to kiss you again. You felt your heart break as you knew what you had to do.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, brows furrowed, causing his own to do the same in confusion. “Laufeyson.” You paused. “Y/N Laufeyson.” Your voice wavered slightly, the name you hadn’t spoken since the TVA had caught you. Loki’s eyes widened slightly, before you gave him a push backwards, causing him to fall back through the time door you had sneakily opened behind him, using He Who Remains’ TemPad device. Quickly, the portal closed behind Loki, separating him from you. You looked at the space where he was stood sadly, wondering if you had made the right choice.

But you had to finish the mission. Your mission. You had worked too hard, endured too much to simply walk away from He Who Remains…

Loki sat on the steps in the TVA, your last words to him echoing in his mind.

Y/N Laufeyson.

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marvelmaniac2000 · 4 months

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Summary: Loki finally catches you time slipping after you guys break up. Little does he know the different lives you guys could have shared.

Characters: Loki x (Reader (Y/N) Mobius, Sylvie

Subject: Fingering, foreplay, french kissing, angst reader, dominant Loki, makeup sex, Loki season 2 (non spoiler smut) , 18+ ONLY,

Intercourse, doggy style, slow burn emotional sex,

Words:1.4k

(I wish I could watch Loki again for the first time. I love the aesthetic. It’s probably the only MCU show I’m able to keep up with at the moment. Everything else is not on my agenda lately to be written about.) Wrote this late at night tired af 🤡

You TemPad back into the TVA with burning red eyes trying to hold back the tears. There was nothing in your mind that mattered but some sheer solitude away from loki. He completely messed up your life. He was just a regular variant that needed to be controlled. What made him seem like he was any different from the rest? Maybe you were the weaker link in the TVA that he was able to manipulate the most.

You stood in the middle of the TVA main monitor before striding down the hall toward a vacant interrogation room. You slumped down in the chair and exhaled. Loki was under Mobius' responsibility and couldn’t run off without knowing his where abouts at all times. This was your chance to disconnect from whatever was happening. Mobius warned you many times before to stay away from him but you couldn’t help wondering what made this man think he was different from the rest of the variants at the TVA. Every flirtatious moment, slight touch and seductive gazed sent major shivers down your spine when he was even near you. Loki was helping you guys track down the unknown variant but little did you know that the same viarant apparently named “Sylvie” was something of his own new desire.

You heard a slight presence from somewhere in the dark room. “I told you, didn't I? Mobius lingered from behind. “Please leave me alone in my own thoughts for a second before you rub it in my face” “Nahhh I think this is all too good of a moment to pass up” Mobius slid his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, just think about it for a sec…the guy fell for a female version of himself.. That isn’t someone worth gloating about... trust me” Mobius stood across from the table. “Well you know you can't help who you fall in love with” you whispered. “That doesn’t exist here. You had a job to do, and you preferred to be selfish and cause more timelines to branch out. I hope you’re happy”

“You and I both know that wasn’t the plan” you retorted.

“None of this was (Y/N)!.. “ He scoffed. Now you are a part of a case that I do not want my own friend involved in. It just became personal and more difficult, so I hope I won’t have to prune you.”

“Don’t worry. you won’t” you flipped your TemPad open and vanished.

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“I care about you Sylvie and quite honestly I did at one point wanted to be with you but I don’t really like you in that way .” Loki reached out for Sylvie sitting down. “Look it doesn’t not matter what I think, the TVA is in complete shambles and that’s really the only thing that makes me happy at the moment.”

Loki looked up at Sylvie’s face and noticed a glimpse of hurt. “I think you’re a pain in the ass,” he chuckled. “Why? You got what you wanted but do you realize it won’t include you if there isn't a timeline to begin with?”

Sylvie slid down off of the truck. “ I meant every last word. Now excuse me, I’ll like to enjoy my peace.” With a brush against Loki’s shoulder, Sylvie walked back into the restaurant.

Loki pinched his nose. His patience was running thin with everyone. For the love of god, he loved both you and Sylvie but only he couldn’t go back to the godly way of juggling several women at once. All he could think about was you right now and being wrapped up in your sheer company. Maybe he should just let Sylvie be alone for a while, he was sure she would be okay for the “time” being. First, he needed to find you and make sure you were not going to disappear from the end of time.

The gentle breeze swept your face as you inhaled the beautiful air from outside. You watched from across the street an amazing white picket fence house with a red truck parked right outside the garage. You moved your hands in your pocket and watched your variant self with a yoga mat and gigantic hand bag in the other. Also resting between your ear and shoulder was your phone talking extremely loud to whatever person there was. Just look at you, you did a sly smile to yourself and felt the sheer joy of seeing not only a different version of yourself but the most regular you but with Loki in it too. There he went trying to walk to the mailbox looking at maybe letters? Bills? Who knows. But it made you happy. Your variant self drove off in a hurry and waved Loki bye in the process. You wondered what it would be like to meet this version of him. Would he still look at you the same? Touch you? Or would he come off as a weird delusional variant? It wouldn’t hurt to try to see. Before you could take another step closer a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into another dimension.

You lunged toward an unknown bedroom. You turned to meet Loki’s gaze staring right at you.

“Why?’ That’s all you could spit out. “I’m pretty sure I’m the last person you need to talk to save the universe? Am I not correct?”

“Listen, I can explain” Loki gently closed the gap between you too. “I don’t need to hear your lies” you didn’t even want to look at his face.

“(Y/N) please I love you” he took your hands into his and gave you those big pleading eyes.

“What about Sylvie? Isn’t she more important?” You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Just a friend my dearest” he brushed your hot cheek with his thumb. Oh how much you missed his touch.

“I’ll prove it to you” he slowly pressed his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth and let him take the lead. “I’ve always loved you and only you” he kissed the crook of your neck and sucked on the area that made you squirm. Your hands roamed between his loose strands of raven black hair. You gasped, making your grip harder around his shoulders. You backed away and slipped off your TVA jacket and pulled your shirt off.

“May I?” Loki gestured toward your pants and gently undid your buttons. He locked his lips onto yours wanting access with his tongue. You hummed letting him dance around your mouth. His hands pulled your pants down leaving you with nothing but bare lace panties. Loki let fingers slip into your bare wetness. You bite your lip watching him dance his fingers around your clit in slow strokes.

“Oh how much I’ve wanted to pleasure you” Loki soft fingers builded up the milky white wetness of your flower while you cry out in moans into his ear.

“Loki” you whispered, grinding your hips to his hand. His pace quickened while he devoured your neck with his wet tongue. Your fingers scratched his jacket wanting more of him inside.

“Please” you breathed. Loki pulled his fingers away and sucked his fingers clean of your juices.

“Lay down” he gently gestured you toward the bed.

“I want you on your hands and knees dear” You do as you were told and kneel with your bare ass in the air. You hear the sound of a belt buckle before Loki adjusted your hips toward his entrance. You gently hitched your breath feeling him tease his tip inside your wet dripping folds.

“Are you ready my love?” he bent over nibbling at your ear. Moaning while you feel him fill you up.

‘Y-yes” you breathed. Loki smirked, ready to make you his.

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SUMMARY: A twisted life of Lokius that takes place in the 1960s.

[TW DISTURBING CONTENT. Angst, fluff, nsfw, blood, horror and unsettling moments. Also inspired by WandaVision and The Truman Show. Read at your own risk please]

"Morning." Loki spoke with a raspy morning voice, as he finds himself laid beside Mobius. He probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, they were together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

The mortal shifted his body upon hearing the voice of his lover. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy hearing his voice in the morning. Finding Loki's warm presence by his side, he turned his head to his left and stared at the god, whose raven locks were sprinkled all over his pillow.

"I'm going to need to start getting used to this new sight every morning." Mobius said hoarsely. He tried to play it off cool but the look of adoration and love in his eyes said otherwise.

The new lovers were finally fitting in with each other in their new home, happy and safe. Of course, it would take a lot of time for them to get used to waking up to each other but it's not ever an issue or a problem. In fact, the past few days together have been amazing.

Their routine was as follows: morning comes, they lavished each other with affection, maybe going further more into each other's pants. Mobius would always shower first, followed by Loki. They'd have breakfast which they made together and when they're done with their meal, Mobius would leave for work.

W̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶o̶r̶k̶?̶

Loki would stay home, await for his lover to come back and when he does, they spend their time close to each other, doing their own thing in silence.

Today was different. Loki was aware of Mobius' romantic nature, wanting to do something extraordinary for his beloved on this occasion. So, he decided to organize an exquisite candlelit dinner, certain that it would make his partner swoon. In summary, the prince was excited

The time came, and the minute Mobius walked in, Loki had already made the initiative to take his coat for him, which had taken the man aback since Loki hasn't done such an act since the past few days they had lived together. He was greeted with a smile from Loki as the god guided him through the house and to the dinner table.

"Woah, this you?" Mobius exclaimed, looking at the beautiful feast in front of him, a vase full of flowers and a candle in the middle. It was romantic. Something you'd see out of a rom-com movie.

Loki responded, "Yes, Mobius. All me. It was nothing really. Easy to come up with."

"So you can be romantic."

"I don't think it's that romantic."

Mobius chuckled, recognizing Loki's attempts to downplay his handiwork behind the romantic dinner. Yet, as his ears greeted with one of his favorite old musical tracks, his eyes sparkled with affection, delighted by how Loki remembered his playlist of beloved songs.

The prince saw the twinkle in his eyes and begin to feel proud of himself. He immediately brought his man to his seat, taking a chair out for him. He then went to his, placing the napkin on his own lap.

The two dug into the delicious meal and chatted the night away. They talked about various things like Mobius' work, his colleagues drama and many more. But there was something interesting that came up which got Loki intrigued.

"So, you remember Casey, right? Well, he invited me to this neighborhood party that happens tomorrow which frankly, I never even heard of until he told me. He said I should bring my wife along, aka you, and I knew you probably wouldn't want to go since you mentioned how you didn't want to interact with any of our neighbors but uh, Casey seems to think you don't exist and that I don't have a partner. Would you like to prove him wrong?"

Loki chewed his food as he thought, wondering whether if he had the capacity to meet new people. Obviously, altering his gender never posed a serious problem for him considering he was genderfluid. The bigger problem was his ability to keep a courteous demeanor for a long period of time. Since they were new, Loki didn't want to mess things up with their new home. It seemed wherever he goes, disaster follows. This time, he wished for things to be different. A new start.

He thought but remained silent, which led Mobius to speak. "You could use your magic, you know? Do the switcheroo you do sometimes."

"I know. I wasn't going to out there as a male. We would get flamed. I was thinking about having to smile for hours. That sounds like torture."

"If you don't want to then that's fine. Not forcing ya."

The Asgardian could see the slight disappointment in his face and after a few mouthful of his chicken, he decided to give his final answer, "Fine, I'll go. Only if we get to do one thing tonight."

"What's that?" Mobius already kind of knew what Loki had wanted. They haven't really gotten super into it for a while now other than a few touches down there every morning, but it seemed like tonight was a good time for some spice in the bedroom.

And so, on a certain night, the two were intimately engaged, Mobius on top, grinding slowly into Loki. Their sounds of arousal and joy filled the room, along with the thuds of each push. Only lust and love permeated their beings. Soon, Mobius's pace quickened, his hands intertwined with Loki's as he neared climax. His pelvis thrusted forcefully, his lips against Loki's neck. Eventually, his seed was released into Loki, slowly spilling out, and his intense rutting eventually eased.

"I love you...you know that." Mobius whispered into Loki's ear, while he was still in him. He pulled out which earned another small groan from the god and they both embraced each other lovingly till they fell asleep.

Ẅ̶̧̻͈̣̄̇͛̍̐̆̂͝ą̵̛̣̗̝̰̰͇̤͚̹͎̞̯̭̫̾̎́̊̎͛̽͐̾̆̓͒͐̍̃̒͗͗̉̌̚̚̕͘̚͝ͅk̴̨͖͕̞̝̻̟̠̫̰̓̒͒̍̊̆͂̃̀̕͜͠e̸̡̨̨̡̫͖͚̟̣͖̜̜̫̤̹͚̟̩̫̫̯̔͂͋̈̓͗͂͂͑̀̽̑̉̂̽̚͜͝͝͠ ̸̢̢̠̫͍͚̦̗̭̖͙̜͚͇͎̳̤͓͗̔͒́̊͒̄̂̌̋̒̑͒̄̚̚ͅu̴̢͙̜̱̝͇̎̀͒̈̂̈́̌̃̔̌͆͗͝p̴̧̛̮̣̙̺̮̩̀̓́́͊̚͝ ̶̧͓̬̗͎̘̦̖͇̖̻͖͊̅̄͑̂̌̄̌̈́̂͋̈́̓̕͜Ẅ̸̢̛̗͓͉̫̲̙̦̜͈̲̗͗̀͋̍̋̓͑̔̎͜a̸̧̡̢͔̼̰̝̲̘̬̙͍͍̟̲̣͓̙͉̭̦͇̯͑̇͆̉̉̇̆͊́͗͗̆̐̑̀̀͗̓̒̋̕͝͝͝͝ķ̴͕̣͎̹̜͖̻̯̳̺̮͇͙̻̭̣͎̝̬̞̺́͒̈́͐͗͐̀̆͌͠ͅẽ̵̜͑̉̑̾̆͋̔͂͗͌̂̈́̄͗́̃́̒̕͘ ̴͈̲̠̜̯͓͉̱͎̭͓͎̟̫̥̹͚̻͉̠͖̉͜͝u̴̡͉̗̼̱͓͔̜̟̙̟̍̍͌̑̈̽̑̽͋̑̐p̷̡̢̛͍̖̙̙͇̄̐͋͊̊͊͗̃̉̀͑̎̿̐̇͛̉͂̓̔̉͗͐̉̊̚͝͝ͅ ̷̢̧̟͙̹͙̺̠͓͎̙̯̤̰̤̫̻̻̬̰̫̩̺̅̄̔̀͑̅̿̓̆͗̉͐́͋̓̊͂͑͑̑̓́͆͆̋̌͗̔͌͠Ẅ̸̬̖͙̘̭͔̰͍̯̣̠̤͎͔͈́̈̇̊̀̇̒̋ͅͅͅą̸͎͈̮̤̯̳̪̭̹̋́͊͐͆͑̓̿̌̅̎͐̋̄͊͐͌̀̎̒̽͜͝͝͝k̵̢̧̘͇̯̯͈̰̘͉̹͖̗̋̐̔̑̊͌̒̈̅͆̊̔͒̀̋̈́̃ȩ̷̹̺͍̠̥̫͎̥͈̤̤̀̒ ̵̩̬̖̥̹̭͙̲͍͉̠͉̥̤͑̉͊́̄̈́̏̉̋̃̕̕ͅų̷̫̗̱̝̟̍̆̔̊͜p̶̡̨̗̪̺͖̬̓͑̀̃͌̈́͌́̊̉̽̄̚̕͠

It was finally time for the two to head out for the party and as much as Loki was starting to dread it, he was also curious on how the neighborhood looked. He hasn't explored the area since they arrived. In fact, he couldn't ̷r̷e̷m̷e̷m̷b̷e̷r̷ ̷h̷o̷w̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷y̷ ̷g̷o̷t̷ ̷h̷e̷r̷e̷. All he knew was that it was a small town and everyone apparently knew everybody. Well, except for Loki since he doesn't show himself.

Mobius signaled the Asgardian on his appearance and was reminded that he was still in his male form. So, he quickly transformed and was in her female appearance, and she was stunning as ever. Mobius' eyes started going down onto her cleavage and Loki shot her lover a seductive look, knowing he was probably super turned on at the moment.

"Eyes up, love." She teased.

The man smirked but turned around to open the door for Loki, gesturing for her to walk first. While she strut out with her beautiful green dress, Mobius took the time to admire her curves and the way the dress fitted perfectly on her. He has seen Loki as a female from time to time so it wasn't the first but seeing her in that dress was a sight for sore eyes.

The two took the car to their destination, Mobius being the driver. Song on the radio was "Daydream Believer" by The Monkees and Mobius quickly turned up the volume, blasting it through the car. He sang along to it as Loki simply tapped her fingers to the rhythm with a satisfied smile on her face.

"To a, daydreamm believer and a, homecoming queeeen!"

Once the song had finished, they had nicely arrived at the neighborhood party. The house was huge and the gathering was brimming with occupants. There was music playing from inside the house. Kids were seen running around in the huge garden, laughing away. This was their chance to show this town who the best couple was. Mobius went out of the car first which already had people staring from afar, wanting to see who the wife was. He then went to the other side to get the door for Loki, who emerged gracefully with her foot first and then the remainder of her body.

The women present turned their heads instantly upon Loki's elegant arrival. They didn't imagine Mobius' wife to be so stunning. The men sneakily eyed her, which somewhat riled Mobius. However, he refused to let this bother him. He was aware that they had captured everyone's interest, and Loki seemed rather pleased by the attention she was receiving.

The couple of the house immediately walked out to greet the two, the wife shooting a dirty look at Loki.

"We didn't think you were going to make it," remarked the wife, Donna, in a sharp tone.

The husband, Brad, promptly followed up, "Yeah, we even believed that you had no such wife, Mobius. Seems you've been hiding such a ravishing beauty all this while?"

Upon hearing that from her husband, Donna who had her hands on Brad started squeezing her nails into him, receiving a wincing sound from him. Clearly she wasn't into Loki at all since she was taking all the attention away and Mobius found that awkward.

After they've been introduced with everyone and had met up with their friend Casey, Mobius pulled Loki away to somewhere private to talk, uncomfortable with the situation. "Can't believe I'm saying this but, do you want to leave early? I hate that there's already bad vibes between you and the woman of this house. She's literally the leader of the community service. Make her angry and god knows how our life would be from now on."

Loki seemed a bit offended, as if it felt like it was her fault, "Are you blaming me?"

"No, it's just, look, she's already mad at you probably because you look stunning as ever and you definitely took all the attention away but she clearly is the big boss of this town and everyone worships her. Either you try and talk to her or we leave now."

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Mobius. Why are you acting like it's my fault that I'm beautiful? You want me to switch back to my male form now?"

"Loki, it's not your fault. I love you but I'm just scared for us. You already have powers that need to be kept hidden and we just moved in here. I want the best for us."

The goddess of mischief went silent for a while, knowing Mobius was right. Despite loving the attention, she knew she had to make sure they don't mess this up especially since they both just moved in. Maybe if it was a month in, drama wouldn't be a problem but it's just been two weeks.

Loki sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, I'll talk to her. Don't blame me if she gets more agitated."

Before Mobius could respond, Loki was already walking away, about to have a heart to heart talk with Donna. The man stood there, hoping things played out right.

Loki found Donna hidden in her kitchen, cutting up some apples into slices. The two were alone which gave the goddess an opportunity to talk to her. She walked up slowly and Donna immediately turned, already shooting a disapproving glare.

"Hello, Donna. Listen, I hope I haven't made you upset in any way. It isn't my intention." Loki clarified and was straight to the point, trying to sound sincere as possible.

Donna didn't seem to speak or look at Loki for a while and only after was she finished slicing the apples, she responded to her.

"I'm intrigued actually, where do you come from? I usually know everything about the people here but you? I know absolutely nothing."

Loki hesitated, "I'm..." She couldn't say anything.

Donna's words were tinged with an attitude of suspicion as she approached Loki.

"I have heard about Mobius. I have seen Mobius before. But I have never seen you," she uttered, coming to a close proximity to the Goddess.

"You see, terrible things happened ever since the arrival of you two. It's a weird coincidence, don't you think?"

This was the first time Loki had even heard of anything bad that has happened here. She thought this was a lovely neighborhood. But to think Donna is suspecting Loki of being related to those horrible things makes her angry. She retaliated.

"That's a nice conspiracy theory, Donna. But I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

"STOP THE LIES!" For some reason, the mortal woman had snapped, the knife that was used to cut the apples was immediately pointed at Loki. The Asgardian was appalled and backed away, both hands out trying to pacify Donna.

"You don't get to come into my house, dress like a whore and steal my spotlight! You're disgusting. You should DIE!"

In a split second, she took the knife and started slicing her own throat, blood starting to flow out in one line. Loki's eyes widened at the shocking sight and immediately gasped. The blood spilled down to the ground, causing a pool at her feet. However, the woman wasn't dead. She stood with a bloody neck, looking at Loki demonically. "Wake up."

And suddenly, Loki was starting to gain awareness as if she's realizing something. She didn't want to. She wanted to suppress it. What went from a look of horror turned into anger. Loki was not going to deal with this today. Not right now.

"No."

Wait what?

Loki was puzzled. Didn't he already go through this before? He recalled a nightmare he had about a neighborhood party. It felt real. What made him more concerned was that he found Mobius missing from the bed all of a sudden. Was his mind now playing tricks on him? Loki immediately got out of bed and wore whatever clothes he could grab, immediately searching the house for Mobius. He was nowhere to be found.

The next thing he did was to dial his work place and hope someone picks up. To his surprise, someone did and he spoke with the receptionist. "Is there a Mobius in work right now? May I speak to him?"

"Give me one second." The lady replied nicely.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir, there isn't any Mobius' working here."

The god was confused and his heart started beating fast. He felt like he was in some sort of sick dream.

"This is surely a prank, right? There IS a Mobius working there I need you to check again."

"Okay, what is his last name? Maybe that could help."

Suddenly Loki was lost for words. He couldn't remember Mobius' last name. Did he even have a last name? How was he able to forget his own husband's surname. A theory had popped through Loki's mind that maybe he was suffering from memory loss and whatever that is happening this morning is a result of his amnesia.

"Hello? Sir?"

He didn't reply. He simply smashed the telephone down and hung up, his forehead sweating profusely.

So if he had amnesia, it means he needed help. With that, Loki took off and walked out of his house cluelessly, his surroundings looking different than he remembered. The street was different, it was smaller. The trees and bushes were gone. He also noticed some of the houses were missing windows. Had it been like that the entire time? Loki tried to hail for a taxi but there were no cars to be seen. In fact, it looked as though no one is around. It seemed empty.

"Mobius!" Loki now shouted, finding this all very strange. He turned around and around, trying to find at least one person to get help from but was only finding everything even more unnatural. The sky lacked clouds as though there was only blue and the sun wasn't anywhere in sight. Houses that he was able to see from afar was now empty nothingness.

Loki lost all his composure, letting out a resounding howl. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he grieved, the emotions pouring outwards. The God of Mischief was at a loss for words and completely distraught

"Where are you, Mobius!"

There was nobody he wished to see now other than his lover. He closed his eyes shut hoping he could just wake up.

Wake up...that's it.

Wake up, Loki.

It was cold, dark and terribly lonely. I was hoping I could stay on longer. I felt my sanity slipping away and my mind drifting to an eternal sleep. I shouldn't sleep. I couldn't. Not when these branches needed my godly strength to hold them together.

Just one second. Just a second of sleep. I keep pleading to myself. I observed Mobius from afar in the sacred timeline and it seems he was being too hard on himself which didn't sit well with me. I tried to look at my other friends in their timelines and they were all safe and sound. Yet, I still wished I could do something for Mobius. That silly man just stands there with a hole in his heart. I need him to know I'm with him for all time. I wanted to be with him.

I had to be with him.

I think that's how it all started. I shut my eyes and all I thought about was Mobius. Then I woke up.

"Morning." I spoke with a raspy morning voice, as I find myself lying beside Mobius. I probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, we're together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

That's how the story started.

Mobius shifted his body upon hearing my voice. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy hearing my voice in the morning. Finding my warm presence by his side, he turned his head to his left and stared at the me, my raven locks sprinkled all over his pillow.

It's the same story again. Again and again and again. Each time, I never go further. I keep trying to rewrite it in many different ways but it always ends up in tragedy. This time, I give up. I'm not going to try.

"I'm going to need to start getting used to this new sight every morning." Mobius said hoarsely. He tried to play it off cool but the look of adoration and love in his eyes said otherwise.

"I don't care." I simply didn't.

I was expecting him to question my behavior or get angry but for some reason, he laughed and laughed. There was nothing humorous at all. This is ridiculous. Mobius then placed a hand on my cheeks and turned it so I faced him.

"Look at me." He demanded gently. He always looks at me with affection. It was why I fell in love with him in the first place. He looks at me like I'm worth everything.

"How long have you been doing this now?"

Now I'm intrigued and confused. My brows knitted together in uncertainty. "What do you mean?"

"How many tries of this have you done? What? 100? 1000?"

Does he know? What is going on?

"What...?"

"You called for me, didn't you? Well, I'm here."

"You heard me?" I instantly got up in the bed, my heart pounding through my chest. I didn't want to get any false hope because then, it would hurt even more.

"I did."

"No, that's a lie. This is just another one of my scripts I've written to keep myself delusional. This isn't real."

"So you finally admit, you do control the narrative."

My heart wouldn't stop pounding, "What does that supposed to mean?"

Mobius held my hand tightly before he spoke, "Only reason you never got past this delusion you created is because you were meant to write yourself in OUR timelines. Your subconscious knew that was possible because it has already lived through a life with me on the sacred timeline."

Salty watery droplets poured out of my eyes uncontrollably. For some reason, it feels like I'm finally escaping because Mobius was making sense.

He continued, "Do you know who you are, Loki? You've said it before, you can rewrite the story. You can do the same with the timelines. Write yourself in it for you are the God of Stories."

"But the timelines?"

"You can hold it while being down here. You shouldn't underestimate your illusion spells. They're pretty handy."

He's right. I can change it all. I mean, I'm writing this aren't I. This is not the end. This is simply the beginning.

And you're going to watch me rescript this mess.

"I might just wait here for a little bit. Let time pass." Mobius responded to Sylvie. She places a hand on his shoulder in a way to comfort him. After all, she knew how much Loki meant to him. Wanting to let him grieve on his own, she decided to leave him be, making her way through the time door and closing it up.

Mobius simply stands in isolation, looking at his old life from afar as he hoped his presence was made known to Loki.

Perhaps it did.

"Ugh, stop being so dramatic." A voice rang out and he instantly recognized its origin. His heart seemed to leap out of his chest from the euphoria he felt and he swiftly rotated his body towards where the voice originated from.

Mobius eyes widened, his mouth slowly turning into a huge smile. Seems like the god of mischief is really full of surprises.

"Loki!" He walked towards him, confused but rather relieved and happy. There was nothing better than to see him again especially when he thought he was never going to see him ever. He wanted to go in for a hug which he so desperately needed but there was something else on his mind.

The agent took Loki by the collars and immediately pulled him in for a kiss, something he has always wanted to do before he left. Loki was taken aback but kissed him back, holding Mobius' face in his hands. This was the story he was meant to write for himself. A life on the sacred timeline.

He let himself experience the authenticity of the kiss and how it feels much better than the ones in his fake reality. This was perfect because it was real and Loki soaked in every single moment.

This is reality.

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Ghost. - part 14: Courage

My suggestion for this chapter is Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce,

Part 1 here - part 15 will be published on Monday 03/18, hopefully, unless I'm late again.

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

TAG LIST: @kats72 ; @mischief2sarawr

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

"Love gives us courage".

TVA, 2021 – Frame Collapse

"You need to put your head in here so we can scan your temporal aura" O.B. said to Timely.

Loki, who had lived that secene way too many times, sighed and strode across the room, reaching Lydia who was standing beside Mobius.

"I need to talk to you" he told her and wasted no time grabbing her by the arm and dragging her to a corner of the room.

"Hey, what's wrong? What's happening?"

"I want to tell you that I tried" Loki swallowed as Lydia looked at him confused. "I swore to you, I promised you, and I tried. So many times."

"Loki, I don't understand" she looked at him worriedly.

"I went back in time, learned to control temporal jumps, and tried to prevent the collapse of the frame 8 trillion times," he explained with tired eyes.

Lydia looked shocked. Loki had spent centuries looping back and forth in time, for her. For them. For the TVA. Lydia stepped closer to him, stroking his face, observing his weary eyes and his attempt to smile at her.

"Loki" Lydia wanted to tell him that it was enough. That he couldn't go on like this. That if that was to be their end, knowing that he had tried, she would accept it. She couldn't pronunce a word, but Loki understood everything.

"I know what I have to do, one last attempt" he mimicked her and rested his hand on her cheek.

"Don't torture yourself, Loki, please," Lydia shook her head.

"One last attempt" he repeated as his eyes welled up. "I just need to know one thing." Loki took a deep breath, recalling the words the elderly Lydia had said to him. "Do you love me?"

Both of their breaths stopped.

Lydia looked into his blue eyes for what felt like an eternity, and in them, she saw the courage she had lacked until that moment.

"Every time you hold my hands to comfort me, every time you're there when there's no one else I'd want, every time you smile at me, every time you're patient with me, and every time you lose patience. Everytime we argue and everytime we mock each other. Every day, every moment, even when I hate you, I love you, Loki."

Loki began to breathe again when he hadn't even realized he had stopped. He blinked once before bringing her face closer to his and kissing her. With desperation, with sadness, with fear, with courage, and with love. All the love he had and all that she had given him.

He kissed her and held her tightly with all the strength he had in his body.

When he ran out of breath, he pulled away and, holding her close, whispered one thing to her, murmured like a secret against her ear.

"I've kissed you 8 trillion times."

TVA, some days later

Lydia watched Yggdrasil, the Tree of Worlds that concealed Loki.

After kissing her, Loki had rushed downstairs, opened the doors, and before disappearing, he had said he would do it for them. For all of them.

He left and saved the world. Like a real hero. But what burden had he left behind?

Lydia had screamed. She didn't remember what or how long for. She screamed and cried until her throat hurt, then she continued as she lost her voice.

She didn't know how much time had passed since then.

There were days when she felt like she couldn't do it, when she thought that maybe, if he had simply died, it would have been better, rather than seeing him condemned for eternity to the thing he feared most: loneliness. Those were the days when she couldn't stop crying.

There were days when she felt strong, full of hope because at least he was there and she could find a way to reach him, to free him. Those were the days when she studied tucked away among the shelves of the TVA, wandered through spacetime, searching for solutions, and made life hell for Timely and O.B., pressing them to come up with some idea.

And there were days when she felt absolutely nothing. She stood motionless staring at Yggdrasil. She didn't speak, she didn't eat, and anyone who saw her wondered if she was still breathing. Days when she seemed a ghost.

"Here, I thought you might need this,"

Lydia turned to see Mobius. He wasn't doing very well either, and that brought them together.

He handed her a cup, and Lydia took it, letting the smell of coffee fill her nostrils.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"You'll have to accept things, sooner or later," Mobius said, putting his free hand in his pocket while holding a folder in the other.

They had already had that conversation.

"Loki spent centuries, if not thousands of years, trying to save us, Mobius," she took a sip from the cup. "I don't intend to do any less for him."

"You don't have his abilities, Lydia, it's a futile comparison."

"The last time I looked at him, I promised myself that I would save him, just as he saved us," she turned to the analyst. "I've never given up before, and I don't intend to start now."

Mobius clenched the folder in his hand but didn't respond.

"Yet, it's beautiful, isn'it?" He looked through the window.

"Yes. Yes he is".

YOU MAY THINK THIS IS THE END. YOU'RE WRONG. THE HELL I'M LEAVING LOKI IN FUCKING TREE. Sorry for the short chapter but I felt like cutting at that scene. As usual thank you for reading, See you soon <3

#fanfic #loki series #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x oc #loki season 2 #loki x reader images #loki x you #loki x y/n #tva!loki #tva!lokixreader #tva!lokixoc #tom hiddleston #ghost

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vanofasgard · 10 months

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i have to rant about this or i might cease to exist.

lokius...

for one, i love queer ships (canon or not) but i also like to stay true to the show i’m watching, and i personally don’t have a big problem with sylki (just a little underwhelmed with it if i’m being honest). but the more i look at loki and mobius’ relationship, the clues and that damn song, the more it feels actually plausible that this could turn into something real.

i’m going to somewhat rank these from 1 downward, 1 being its probably coincidental, down to this is too spot on to be nothing. all while i sip leisurely at my tea.

1. “i’ve studied almost every moment of your life..”

it kind of speaks for itself. its a pretty simple bit of dialogue, and most likely doesn’t mean all that much, but what is mobius’ fascination with loki variants? this is higher on the list mainly because mobius has been assigned this case, he's a detective and its his job to dig deep, he's consumed by his work, therefore it isn't strange for him to know so much about loki's life on the sacred timeline.

2. the tie adjustment scene

trust me, i'd love to put this lower on the list, but theres one thing that makes me believe this is-- albeit disappointingly-- a coincidence. it was improv. maybe that, for some people, is more of an indicator of canon lokius, that tom hiddleston felt that that scene was being led in such a flirtatious direction, however, this scene was more his following along owen's playful presence on set, which just makes it kind of sweet. but this is one of my favourites scenes, regardless of the intention behind it. loki will always be a flirt, after all.

3. loki's bisexuality

as much as i would have loved to see more on loki's sexuality-- perhaps slightly more explicitly given his status as the god of mischief-- i'm not going to hate on sylvie and loki, because that would simply erase the existence of bisexuality, hetero-presenting relationships exist and to deny so would again, erase the meaning of bisexuality. however, the ending of season 1 does raise some questions. loki and sylvie's separation sets up the future of marvel, it needed to happen, so this might not mean much at all and we now know that season 2 will focus on loki searching for sylvie through timelines. but how purely queer would it be for loki to realise some stronger feelings toward one agent mobius, and perhaps loki and sylvie's relationship was something that was meant to stay platonic, who knows? this is considerably more fanon than my other theories, but i had to include it, given that to me, its a reasonable arguement. lgbtq+ characters need to be introduced and this was kate herron's goal from the beginning. she also said that she hoped marvel went further with this new information and explored more thoroughly. forgive me for this more outlandish inclusion, but it has been on mind for awhile now.

4. the presence of the dagger / "love is a dagger..."

we all know this one, we've all screamed over it and we all hope it means something more than just a coincidence. with marvel's history of in-depth attention to detail (comic references, foreshadowing years prior to a movie's release), it feels a little too purposeful, doesn't it? again, i'm trying to keep rank these into something somewhat believable with viable evidence, so something i will mention is that loki has lacked any close friendships his whole life. gaining a relationship like this would hold deep value to him, and parting ways would likely pull forth some deep bittersweet emotions. platonic love is arguably more important than romantic, the need to be understood without judgement and that is what both mobius and loki have given each other. the tears in loki's eyes during this scene is a clear indicator of their care for each other, but whether that goes deeper is unclear.

my thoughts fluctuate on this one. for one, its simply so beautiful and meaningful to loki's development (and mobius') that whether its meant platonic or with an underlying romance, feels like it hardly matters, because it holds as much meaning either way. "love is a dagger", it appears in so many forms throughout the series: mobius giving loki his daggers, only for them to be taken away by B-15 a second later, this hug scene and loki and sylvie's fight in the citadel. its so prominent in this scene, its hard to dismiss, yet marvel fluctuates so much with their details that its hard to tell if this was intended the way i'm seeing. regardless, its beautiful and definitely a worthy inclusion.

5. the lokius song / mobius' apparent jealousy

lets get one thing straight, natalie holt is an amazing composer and i will back that to no end with my spotify wrapped this year, trust me on this. so when i first started listening through the second album, like a true neurodivergent kid, i was memorising every song name and i have to say, i lost it a little when i saw the name of this song. natalie confirmed that sif and loki had a 'thing' during the point that the time loop scene was set, so one cannot dismiss the possibility that she could know a little more about the prior scenes than we realise. i was skeptical when i first saw people's impressions of these scenes, after all, they had all reunited after loki technically betrayed mobius, so it was understandable that mobius wouldn't exactly be pleased with the circumstances that they're meeting again. but something about the way he looks at loki and sylvie when he's leading them down the hall, he just looks kind of heartbroken and disappointed. again, this could have been the result of loki's betrayal, if the way he calls him a bad friend is anything to go by, but the substance of this scene holds so much in it. and his little rant about loki and sylvie's "twisted romantic relationship" breaking his reality, hits a little hard. maybe this wouldn't have meant much if it hadn't been with that bloody song, because tell how just an angry, hurt mobius = lokius? it can be jealousy regardless of romantic feelings, friendships feel it too, but this feel a little more substantial.

worthy inclusions:

sylvie's "he cares about you" comment in the void, and loki's near dismissal of it.

loki falling asleep in the archives, he trusts mobius.

am i the only one that finds it cute how loki hangs out at mobius' desk while mobius is off doing other work?

conclusion:

look, i'm going to be honest here, i grow sceptical of my own arguments at times. these are very minor things, and i didn't even realise they were pushing loki and sylvie in the direction they were until they kiss (in other words, i'm a little oblivious), so i want you all to take this with a grain of salt. i like to stay true to the actual characters and their makers, i don't have unrealistic expectations and i am no director, actor or screenwriter. i am not saying how i think the next season should go, i just wish it could go to in this direction to some degree. i have my doubts, but my hopes too. regardless, i'm just happy to see these characters at all!

this is what so many seem to forget. there may be restrictions (cough cough disney), but everyone working on these shows and movies have put their hearts into it and i want to appreciate that for what it is! this doesn't mean you aren't entitled to your own opinion, of course you are! but just remember the show/characters you've fallen in love with and if you didn't have them at all. i'm overjoyed to see loki with a close friendship after so many years of watching him being proverbially kicked while he was down. ultimately, loki and mobius' friendship (and possible romance) is what technically saved loki and that's something beautiful in and of itself.

I don't think its impossible! but i keep an open mind for both directions their stories could take.

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marvelfanfics1 · 2 years

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another concept, mentions of the loki series !! what if loki lost his mama, like mama just dissapeard. but it turns out mama was taken by the tva and is under the custody of mobius, because mama is like a dangerous variant.

so when loki gets captured by the tva and gets to the room where he is interrogated by mobius loki sees mama and he just immediately slips. imagine if he slips to a pretty young headspace and just wants to be cuddled with mama all day. he just missed mama so much, he just wants to be with her.

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Reunited Again

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: little!Loki x Mommy!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, Loki is crying (poor bean🥺), fluff

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"So, you're part of the TVA's courageous and dedicated workforce?" asked Loki while walking beside Mobius.

"Yes."

"You were created by the Time-keepers."

"Yep."

"To protect the Sacred Timeline."

"Correct." Mobius replied and Loki laughed, stopping to walk. "Is that funny?"

"The idea that your little club decides the fate of trillions of people across all of existence at the behest of three space lizards, yes, it's funny. It's absurd." Loki rambled down and Mobius tilted his head.

"I thought you didn't like to talk." he teased making Loki scoff at his remark. "But I bet you have a lot to talk with her."

"Her?" Loki asked and one of the TVA minute men opened the door for him and Mobius.

"After you." Mobius waved his hand.

Walking inside Loki saw someone standing with their back to him in the room before a desk.

"I hope for you that you got me the grapes because I'm already in a bad mood, Mobius." the woman said and Loki recognized that voice instantly.

Mama.

"I brought you something even better." Mobius answered and you turned around. Your eyes widened and you let go of the papers you were holding.

"Loki..." you whispered, placing one hand over your mouth and one over your stomach. You approached him slowly and when you stood before him you reached your hand up to his face, caressing his cheek.

"I will leave you two alone." Mobius excused himself and shut the door behind him.

Loki was frozen in place, not believing that the person who spend hours cuddling with him, calmed him down after nightmares, had accepted him for who he was, and he thought had left him, was standing right in front of him now.

"Please, say something." you sniffled, caressing his face now in both hands.

Loki completely forgot about the current situation and hugged you, starting to cry softly with his face buried in your neck.

"My sweet boy." you whispered and kissed his head, pulling out of the hug and wiping away his remained tears. "Mama missed you."

You lead him over to a small orange couch that you literally begged Mobius to get you and sat down, with him holding your hands tightly in his own.

"Why did you leave me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Oh baby, I didn't want to leave, the TVA took me."

"W-What?"

"I created a Nexus event as you did and they had to fix it. I wanted to go back to you and stole a tempad but they caught me and wanted to prune me which Mobius saved me from. That's how I ended up as his 'assistant'." you explained and Loki was listening to every word you say, he missed your voice so damn much. "I'm classified as a dangerous variant now and have to wear this all the time." you pointed at your neck and he only noticed now that you wore the same collar as him.

Loki touched his own and started to feel constricted in it. This whole situation is just too overwhelming for his brain to comprehend and him feeling little isn't making it any better.

You caught up on his distress and moved so he could lay on top of you, carding your hand through his hair and rubbing with your other soothingly over his back.

"Shh, I'm with you now and I will never leave your side again." you said and Loki looked up at you with teary eyes.

"Promise Mama."

"I promise, my prince." you kissed his forehead and smiled when he wrapped his arms tighter around your body like his life dependent on it, slowly falling asleep.

You cuddled him for several hours, just enjoying having him in your arms again until Mobius came back with different clothes for Loki.

You sighed in relief when Loki didn't wake up and smiled at Mobius.

"Wow, I think I've never seen you smile since you're here." he whispered and you looked down at your little boy.

He looks so peaceful.

"I never had a reason to." you replied, letting your head fall back on the armrest of the couch, turning back to look at Mobius who leaned against the desk. "Thank you...for bringing him back to me."

"It took me a long time to plan this." he confessed and you chuckled, making Loki stir slightly. "I will help you both to escape from here."

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anonymousewrites · 5 months

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Portal to My Heart (Book 3) Chapter One

Loki x Reader

Chapter One: To the TVA

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki arrive at the TVA, but their bodies keep distorting.

Mouse Note: Welcome back to Portal to My Heart! I know I've been looking forward to sharing this story for a long time, ever since the first episode of LOKI Season 2 came out. I know that for me this is going to be emotional since I love Loki and have been a fan of his character since I discovered Marvel. I am very happy with how this story turned out, and I'm so excited to show you all. So, please enjoy and comment your thoughts so I can interact and freak out with fellow fans (it also makes me want to keep posting haha). And thank you all for supporting me so far. You're the best and make writing worth it!

Previously…

(Y/N) landed roughly next to where Loki was sitting, disheartened, in a TVA interrogation room. She cried out as her wound ached from hitting the ground.

“(Y/N)!” Loki’s eyes widened in horror, and he rushed to her side, holding her tight against him. “Gods…did Sylvie do this to you?”

“It was an accident,” coughed (Y/N). “But shit, it hurts.”

“Someone!” cried Loki. “I need someone!” Cursing as no one came in, he lifted (Y/N) up and set out in search of help. “Keep your eyes open, everything’s going to be all right.” Loki brightened in relief as he saw Mobius, free of any bonds, speaking hurriedly to B-15.

“Sixty-three new branches in this unit alone? Does he want us to just them all branch?” said Mobius to B-15.

“Mobius!” shouted Loki, slowing to a stop. “We made a terrible mistake, and now everything’s gone wrong and (Y/N)’s hurt!”

“What?” asked Mobius. His eyes widened as he saw the bleeding woman in Loki’s arms.

“Freed the timeline, found the bastard, war…need to prepare…” murmured (Y/N), dizzy from blood loss.

“I don’t know what happened to you analysts—” (Y/N) and Loki looked at him in confusion and alarm “—but we need to you to a medic, now!” Mobius flipped open his Tempad and called medics. “Now, who are you guys?”

“What…?” breathed Loki.

“We need boots on the ground, stat,” said B-15.

Loki just sank to floor and held (Y/N) close as he realized they had really messed up. They could both see the statue looming over them on the elevator, not of the Time-Keepers, but of He-Who-Remains. Everything had gone wrong, and now they were in an even bigger mess. Loki took a deep, shuddering breath as he waited for the medics to arrive.

“Please don’t leave me…” he whispered. “I need you here. You were right about everything. Please stay.” “It’s a pity she won’t live as long as you.” Loki’s heart clenched at the reminder of (Y/N)’s mortality. “You can’t die today, (Y/N). You can’t…because I love you.”

“Hey, we’ve got a medic!” called Mobius, running back towards Loki with B-15 and a medic at his side.

Loki stood and picked up (Y/N). No, no, he needed to protect them. This Mobius didn’t know them. If this was some other reality or something, he couldn’t trust them to heal her. He needed to escape, get somewhere where he could help (Y/N) and make sure they recovered.

“Hey, where are you going?” asked Mobius.

B-15’s eyes narrowed, and she glared at them. “They’re not analysts. They’re variants.”

That settled it. Loki ran, holding (Y/N) tightly to him.

“Wait!” shouted Mobius, running after him.

Loki ignored him and ran. B-15 ran in front of him with Minutemen behind her.

“Hold it right there, Variant!” shouted B-15.

“Mobius, it’s me. I’m not a variant. Well, I am, a little, but we’re friends, we know each other,” pleaded Loki.

“I don’t know you,” said Mobius. Around Loki, the Minutemen grabbed their pruning sticks.

Loki did the only thing he could and threw himself out the window. He held (Y/N) tight as they fell and wished that he had his magic to make sure they were protected. They hit a truck hard, and Loki and (Y/N) groaned. His heart jumped in his chest. They were barely responsive, but they were still there.

Maybe…Maybe their abilities will let them survive. Loki dearly wished that was true, but even if it was, in the TVA, there was no magic. There was no way for them to survive even if there was a chance.

The driver screamed and panicked upon seeing them. The truck hit the side of a building, crashing through a window. Loki and (Y/N) were thrown from the back of the truck, and Loki tucked (Y/N) into his chest so he hit the ground harder than them.

Loki grunted and stood up, holding (Y/N) up. They were struggling to keep their eyes open. It was clear that they had no idea what was happening as their blood loss got to their head. It was partly a relief since that meant his confession wouldn’t be remembered. Loki had spoken in the that of the moment, but now was not the time to be dealing with that, as much as he wanted to. (Also, Loki was awkward and a bit nervous).

“We’re fine. We’re fine,” muttered Loki as TVA workers stared at them. Behind him, the truck tipped back out the window. Everyone watched in horror as it fell to the ground below and landed with an echoing crash. Loki coughed. “She’ll be fine.”

The TVA timeline display landed on the ground and cracked it. The people gasped. Loki panted in exhaustion and looked down at (Y/N)’s nearly unconscious form.

“Level five intruders,” announced the PA system. “They’ve hopped into a mail cart and descended to the lower level.”

“Casey,” breathed Loki in relief as one man drew closer.

“Have we met each other?” asked Casey in confusion.

“Casey, help us. Please, tell me you know what’s going on,” said Loki. “Don’t you remember us?”

“I got them! I got the intruders!” said Casey nervously into his communicator. “I got the intruders!”

Loki’s eyes widened, and he backed up worriedly. And then his entire body distorted. (Y/N) groaned and winced as her already exhausted body glitched alongside him.

They disappeared from the room with Casey and reappeared in another room of the TVA. Loki looked around himself in confused and checked on (Y/N), making sure nothing bad had happened to her when they distorted. To his dismay, it was clear the energy going to keeping her alive was getting exhausted by the glitching.

“Loki. (Y/N).”

Loki looked up in relief to find himself in the same room, just decorated differently, and Casey looking down at them.

“What? Just a second ago, you didn’t know us,” said Loki in confusion. “Casey. Casey. Casey, something terrible is happening.” He pulled (Y/N) closer. “Please.” He trailed off when he noticed a crack on the floor from where he had just seen the TV display fall. Only now it was hanging up again. “Has…Has that always been there?”

“The crack? It’s been there as long as I can remember,” said Casey.

Was it possible that time had passed? When Loki and (Y/N) glitched? But that was impossible. And yet…

“We were in the past,” breathed Loki in realization. He shook his head. “No, no, it doesn’t matter now. Please, Casey. (Y/N) needs help.”

Casey nodded shakily and ran to call someone.

Loki sank to his knees in relief and held them close. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll be alright. I’ve got you.” Before he could rest, though, they distorted again.

They landed in front of Casey, and Loki stumbled, holding (Y/N). He nearly cursed but just looked to Casey. “Casey, where is Mobius?”

“He’s…in the War Room,” said Casey, staring at Loki and (Y/N), bloody and tired.

Loki stumbled to the War Room and kicked the door open. No one was in there, and he groaned. In his arms, (Y/N)’s heads lolled and hit his chest. Her consciousness was completely gone. That meant her life was really in danger. He needed to find Mobius.

Loki stared at the carvings of He Who Remains on the wall of the War Room and felt anger course through him. HWR was still haunting him.

And then he and (Y/N) glitched, and he nearly collapsed as he appeared back in the War Room. This time, Mobius, B-15, and several other TVA members were staring at them. He grunted in pain.

“Loki? (Y/N)?” said Mobius, eyes widening as he saw their states.

“Mobius! You know us!” cried Loki.

“Where the hell were you two?” asked Mobius worriedly.

“Help us,” said Loki, pulling (Y/N)’s body closer to him. “Please. A moment ago, you didn’t know us. Tell me you know who we are.” Behind them, a Minuteman went to attack, and B-15 blocked him.

“Yes, yes,” assured Mobius.

“Everyone, stand down!” shouted the general of the TVA, Dox.

“Please, Mobius, we found him, but (Y/N)’s hurt, and we keep disappearing, please, she’s dying, please help her—” Loki’s rambles continued.

“Hey, hey, who did you find?” asked Mobius in confusion.

“Him.” Loki looked at the wall where the carvings of HWR had been a moment before. He handed (Y/N) to Mobius, who was startled but held them, and grabbed the pruning stick from the Minuteman.

“Loki?” asked Mobius, glancing down in horror at (Y/N)’s bleeding stab wound.

“Get back!” said Loki when the hunter tried to attack. Then, he stabbed the stick into the wall, and the mosaic of the false Time-Keepers burned away to reveal HWR’s face carved into the wall. The truth of the TVA hidden just beneath the surface. “That’s who built this place!” shouted Loki. “That’s who stole your lives! That’s who’s coming back!” He stared at Mobius pleadingly. “Now, please, get (Y/N) help. Please.”

“She’s going to be okay. The medics say the wound will scar, but otherwise, she’ll be alright,” said Mobius as Loki hovered at (Y/N)’s bedside.

She still looked so still. Loki didn’t want to leave (Y/N) for a moment. He needed to watch over her, protect her, succeed where he’d failed.

“Loki. We need to talk about what happened,” said Mobius.

“I need to make sure she’s alright,” said Loki fiercely.

“Okay, okay,” said Mobius. He sat down next to Loki. “We’ll talk here. That way you know how she’s doing.”

Loki nodded shakily. “Right. Right.”

“So what happened? The last thing I knew, you guys were going to face the cloud monster,” said Mobius in concern.

“Alioth?” said Loki. He shook his head. “Alioth was a distraction. He was a guard dog. We found him. A Citadel at the End of Time.”

“But where’s Sylvie?” asked Mobius.

Loki’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. She’s still there. She…She stabbed (Y/N) trying to kill He Who Remains. She’s the reason she’s like this right now…We just wanted time to think, and Sylvie wouldn’t just stop, and now (Y/N)’s…” Loki was spiraling, and he slumped over. “It was an impossible choice, but she seemed so certain. How could she be given the circumstances?”

“Okay, okay, slow down, Loki,” said Mobius calmingly. “You wanted time to think, so let’s think.”

Loki took a deep breath and looked at Mobius. “Mobius, we got the man at the End of Time, and he made sense. We thought it was about freeing the Timeline, but that brings only more malevolence, more violence, more war. More of him. They’re coming. They’re all coming. ‘You came to kill the devil.’ ”

“I don’t understand,” said Mobius.

“Maybe he was,” murmured Loki. “But maybe he wasn’t. Sylvie was convinced he was. We fought, Mobius. She kicked me through a Time Door, and she and (Y/N) fought, and (Y/N) got hurt, and then Sylvie kicked her through, and…”

“Well, I’d ask who won…” remarked Mobius.

Loki huffed. “It was a draw.”

“You all kicked each other through Time Doors simultaneously?” said Mobius.

“No. (Y/N) and I were actively trying not to fight her,” said Loki. “That’s why (Y/N) was hurt…” He looked at her and reached out to her. He drew his hand back awkwardly. “She was trying to stop Sylvie. She was trying to kill him.”

“Stop, relax,” said Mobius. “(Y/N) is going to be fine. She’s alright. Look, just calm down.”

“I just wish I had tried harder,” said Loki ruefully. “I wish we’d had more time.”

“Don’t do the coudlda-woulda-shoulda. Focus on what we know,” said Mobius.

“War is on its way,” said Loki. “That’s what we know. I have no idea if he was right about everything because his variants are on their way! It was about preventing more of them! There was no simple choice, no other way.”

“That’s who you showed us in the War Room?” asked Mobius.

“He Who Remains,” said Loki, nodding. “This is his kingdom. And he says he keeps us safe, but how can you believe that? He built this place.”

“No, how would I not remember that,” said Mobius. “How could he—”

“He wiped your memories.”

Loki’s head whipped to the cot where (Y/N)’s eyes were open and she was trying to sit up. Instantly, Loki was by her side and supported her. In relief, he saw that the wound was healing well due to the TVA’s technology.

“You’re alright,” said Loki.

(Y/N) smiled at him and covered his hand with her own as he helped her. “Of course. A stab isn’t going to keep me down.”

“We’re glad you’re okay,” said Mobius, smiling.

“Thanks,” she said, nodding. She frowned. “But what happened? Last thing I remember was falling through the Time door…”

Loki stared at her. She didn’t remember. (Y/N) couldn’t recall his confession of love. The injury had been too much, and she had no idea what had happened. Part of Loki was disappointed since he couldn’t get her response, but the other part of him was thankful. He had no idea how to tell her again, how to deal with everything. (Y/N) was the person he loved, and he wasn’t sure how to tell her again, and with all the chaos going on, Loki was afraid of adding more to it.

But he wanted to tell her. So, so badly.

(Y/N) frowned and touched her chest. “And it felt like I was coming apart at the seams.”

“We, uh, glitched?” said Loki. “I’m not entirely sure, either.”

“Is that how you appeared in the War Room?” said Mobius in confusion.

“Yes,” said Loki. “Well, partly. We were in the past.”

“Don’t you mean the End of Time?” said Mobius.

“No, we were in the War Room already,” said Loki.

Mobius looked at (Y/N) in confusion, and she shrugged. “I believe Loki, but I was way too out of it to know what was happening.”

Loki was once again torn from disappointment that he still didn’t know how she felt and relief that the chaos of feelings wasn’t involved in the difficult situation developing.

“We were in the past,” reiterated Loki, shaking himself from his thoughts and looking at Mobius.

“What do you mean in the past? Where?” said Mobius in confusion.

“Here, in the TVA,” said Loki.

“No, there is no past TVA,” said Mobius, shaking his head. “Time doesn’t work like that here.”

“It does, it’s happening to us,” said Loki.

“It’s impossible,” said Mobius.

“It’s possible,” said Loki.

“No, it’s not,” said Mobius.

As if on cue, Loki and (Y/N)’s bodies distorted and came back together. They disappeared from the room, appeared in the same one but empty, and then popped out of existence again, reappearing in front of Mobius. (Y/N) groaned at the sensation. It was painful, but at least she wasn’t bleeding out.

How skewed are my priorities that my cells rearranging is preferable to a stab wound? thought (Y/N). “See that? I think that confirms Loki’s story,” she muttered.

“Uh, yeah, I saw it,” said Mobius.

“Yeah? What does it…What does it look like?” asked Loki.

“It looks…” Mobius grimaced. “I mean, how does it feel?”

“It’s not that bad,” said Loki, lying.

“I think my cells are getting spliced,” muttered (Y/N), brutally honest as ever.

“I think (Y/N)’s assessment is better than yours,” said Mobius, looking between (Y/N) and Loki. “And we definitely need to get you help. Let me call Miss Minutes.”

“No,” said (Y/N) and Loki sharply.

“What?” asked Mobius.

“You can’t trust her,” said (Y/N).

“Are you sure?” said Mobius.

“Pretty sure,” said (Y/N). “She was there with him at the End of Time.”

“We still need to get your guys checked out,” said Mobius. “Yeah, let’s swing you by Repairs and Advancement. Come on.”

“(Y/N) needs to rest,” said Loki instantly.

“I’m fine,” said (Y/N), standing. “The tech did enough; it was just blood loss.”

Loki hovered nervously. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Loki,” said (Y/N), glancing at him with a fond smile. She looked down at her torn shirt from the stab wound. “But, uh, I do want a new shirt.”

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