#sylvie laufeydottir fic

[virgil-upinthestars]

like a little prayer - chapter one

Pairing: Loki x Mobius, Deadpool x Wolverine

Words: 2,585

Summary: Mobius and Sylvie pull some strings to contact some of the only people who might be able to get to Loki, proposing a plan that could help them all.

Chapter Warnings: Strong language, somewhat insincere threats of violence, light shenanigans, angst, pining, gay bickering

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Into the sparkly sling ring portal, out onto a squeaky black marble floor. Wade’s forehead collided with it, which was less than courteous, and he made a mental note to ask Cassandra what the fuck if they ever met again, but he dearly hoped that would never happen. 

“Ugh, rude!” he groaned, getting his knees under him and grabbing Logan’s quite muscular arm to pull himself up. Logan promptly shoved him into what felt like a desk. 

“Hello,” said a dry, faintly raspy voice. “If you two could sit down and not knock over your drinks, that would be nice.”

Wade grabbed a chair, steadying himself and squinting at a frankly dumpy-looking middle-aged man in a brown suit. “’Scuse me?”

“We’re back,” Logan muttered, his eyes darting around the ceiling beyond the cubicle, and yep, that orange lighting was unmistakable. “She sent us back here. Why’d she do that?”

“Well, I’d assume it’s because you can go anywhere from here, but I’d like to hope it was because I asked nicely,” the man mused, sitting on the other side of the desk and pushing two paper coffee cups towards them. As per usual whenever someone else bought him coffee, Wade popped the top off to check the contents. Once he saw the whipped cream and sprinkles, he gave the drink an approving nod and lifted his mask to down half the contents.

Logan didn't touch his, as he apparently found much more joy in glaring at the man who had so graciously offered them caffeine after a fight. “Nicely?”

“Mm, yes,” The man took a sip of his own coffee, those eyes flicking between the two of them. “The TVA’s had a deal with Cassandra Nova, ever since a few of our operatives ended up in the Void. I’d be the first to admit that a large majority of the Void’s inhabitants probably don't deserve to be there, but unfortunately, that doesn't apply to everyone.” 

“Yeah, Nicepool definitely deserves to be down there," Wade snorted, wiping whipped cream off his face. "Not Mary Puppins, though, can we go get her?”

The man opened one of the orange files on his desk, and turned it around so they could see its contents. “Pyro. Decent kid, but he's taken a deal with your department head, Paradox, to kill Nova. Which I imagine went over fantastically.”

“Yeah,” Wade sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Remind me what this has to do with saving my universe?” Just to be nice, totally not because he felt guilty, he jabbed a thumb towards Logan. “Or fixing his?”

“Well, I've been watching the two of you for a bit, and . . . .” The man folded his fingers on the table. “I think you can help me.”

Immediately, Logan’s eye twitched. “Why should we?”

A smile just flickered on the other man’s face, and he looked up from Pyro’s file. Something about those eyes gave Wade pause, even though they were set in the face of what looked like a middle-aged dad. 

“Okay,” Wade sighed, and he decided that this guy looked like his name would probably be Phil. Or Kyle. Ooh, or John, or — “Owen. We’re on a bit of a mission right now, and unless you’re willing to help me save my universe from that Tom Wambsgans-looking guy — don’t get me wrong, I loved Succession, it was like watching a house full of sex offenders burn down, but —”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” the man said, closing Pyro's file and brushing it to the side. There was a hard light in his eyes, one that Wade recognized: desperation. “Yes, Paradox wants to destroy your timeline, but from what I'm guessing, Nova would be perfectly happy destroying all of them.”

“You people like your guesses,” Logan grumbled.

Wade sighed. “For the last time, peanut, it was an educated wish —”

“Call me that again, and I'll shove that double-whip diabetes bomb right up your —”

“Okay,” the man said loudly, now looking very much like a middle-aged dad. Possibly also a jet ski salesman. “I’ll just cut to the chase. Also, your coffee has Irish whiskey in it, so please do me a favor and drink it.”

“Really?” Logan muttered, lifting the drink. He took a hesitant sip, but it soon turned into chugging the whole drink in one go.

“Thank you,” the man sighed, then cleared his throat. “You two have been dealing with middle management this whole time.” His eyes flickered with a new sort of light, something like hope. “How would you like to go all the way to the top?”

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Mobius M. Mobius had been having a very rough few months. First, he finally manages to catch a Loki, then fucks up by getting attached to him, then gets betrayed by him, which, honestly, what was he expecting — only for that Loki to come back, wide eyed and pleading with him. Then Sylvie went and committed some good old-fashioned murder, and the multiverse started falling apart, tearing Loki into pieces across space and time as he desperately tries to help, and eventually decides that the best way to solve it was apparently to go fuck himself off into oblivion without discussing it with any of them.  

Mobius could’ve killed him.

He also would've given anything to see him again.

He also didn't know whether Loki would feel the same, ‘I did it for you’ or not.

He also was about two inches away from ripping his own ears off so he didn't have to hear these two assholes keep going at each other in some kind of weird, extremely violent, seventy-two hour long foreplay. 

“So, it's a tree,” said Wade Wilson, holding his empty coffee cup like a drag queen as Mobius led them down the hall. Logan was trailing behind, silent for now, but still looking like he was debating whether to slam Wade against or through the nearest wall. “You fancy-pants time CIA bastards take orders from a tree?”

Mobius took a long breath. He could almost hear Loki snapping back that we used to take orders from three lizards who turned out to be robots, how’s the tree sound now?

It was making his heart ache.

“We don't take orders from the tree,” Mobius said, forcing himself to maintain an easy tone. “We protect it. It contains all timelines, all possibilities, branching out into infinity. We can't control it, it can't control us, we can only protect h—it. And if the tree were threatened, the fabric of space-time would start to unravel.”

“Oh, so that’s why you're open to stopping Tom Wambsgans from destroying my universe!” Wade laughed. “Finally, there's a threat big enough to the precious tree for you to acknowledge the fact that my whole life —”

“I didn't know about your timeline, okay?” Mobius sighed, shoving open a door marked NO ENTRY. He led them down a curving stairwell, to where Sylvie had agreed to meet him. “No one knew, until five minutes ago, when unsanctioned time-ripper activity was detected in your universe. B-15’s running through the normal channels to shut it down, but until then, I'm trying to arrange something that will help both of us.”

“Oh, both?” Wade said, tossing his empty cup into the abyss. He promptly sat on the railing and began to slide down it. “Do tell.”

“Yes,” Mobius said, gritting his teeth. The line between his thoughts and his words were quickly becoming blurred. “I get you to the guy at the top, you get him to sustain your world while we deal with Paradox, and then you get him to come the fuck out of his little self-imposed isolation hermit hole.”

Precious silence hung for a few seconds, only to be punctuated by a soft “ooh”.

“So,” Wade slid to Mobius’s side, somehow balancing like a goddamn French girl on the railing. “This guy at the top, huh? You two have a history?”

Mobius glanced back at Logan, who just snorted and rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who gave him coffee.”

“Couple of hand brushes?” Wade was saying, his voice needling into Mobius’s ear. “Lingering hugs? Old married couple banter? Maybe even a soft, gentle, unforgettable night on an office couch —”

“Like you two didn’t basically hate-fuck in that Odyssey!” Mobius snapped, making the white eyes of Wade’s mask go wide.

“Pervert,” he said at last. “That was a very private moment.”

“I will throw you down this stairwell,” Logan hissed, an honest-to-God vein popping out on his forehead. “Say another word, I fucking dare you — ”

“Fergalicious,”

Logan swung a fist towards Wade. Mobius barely had time to think the claws aren’t out, that’s an improvement before the Wolverine’s blow was stopped by a swirl of green light.

“Oh, my!” called a familiar voice. Mobius leaned over and caught sight of Sylvie on the landing below, her eyes fragile with a hopeless sort of amusement, like a man set for execution laughing because he had sixty-nine days to live. “This is them?”

“I’m afraid so,” Mobius called back, unable to hide the relief in his voice that he was now one step closer to getting these repressed disasters out of his sight. “Do you have it?”

“Of course I do,” she snorted, flicking He Who Remains’ TemPad out of her jacket pocket as she climbed the stairs towards them. “I held my end of the bargain. The real question is if they’ll hold theirs.” Her lips twitched slightly as Logan yelled for her to get your fucking magic off me, and directed his arm back to his side before releasing control. Her eyes flickered as she met Mobius’s gaze. “You really think this will work?”

“I hope so,” Mobius replied, forcing a smile to compensate for the slight shake in his voice. “I really hope so.”

“Right,” Sylvie muttered, turning the TemPad over in her hands as she surveyed the two men. “Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett. Gifted with extraordinary healing powers.”

Wade slid off the railing. “Among other things,”

“Good.” Sylvie’s eyes flashed. “We’ll be testing them today.”

“Hold on,” said Logan, the first time he’d really spoken without provocation. He shouldered his way past Wade to scowl at Mobius and Sylvie with equal force. “Whatever this is, I’m not doing it for free.”

“Oh, fantastic,” Mobius sighed, frantically running through a meager list of things the Wolverine might be willing to risk his life for. An overaged bottle of Jack Daniels probably wouldn’t count. Neither would another Irish coffee. Maybe —

“X-23,” Logan said, his voice brusque. “Laura. She’s in the Void. Get her out.”

Mobius blinked.

“Oh my God,” Wade whispered. “I knew the dad instinct was in there somewhere.”

“Shut up,” Logan snapped, before refocusing on them. “Get her out of there and I’ll do it.”

“Uh, sure,” Mobius glanced towards Sylvie, who gave an easy shrug. “Where, uh . . . do you want us to bring her here, or —”

“I don’t care.” Logan’s throat bobbed. “Take her to this idiot’s world if you want, just don’t take her to mine.”

“His is in danger, though —”

The man’s eyes hardened. “Well, it won’t be.”

For a moment, Wade was actually speechless. The Merc with a Mouth was staring at Logan like he’d just dropped out of the sky, white eyes of his mask wide and hands hanging listlessly in the air. 

“You got it,” Mobius said, pulling his TemPad out of his pocket. Ever since he’d come out of the Void himself, he’d tried to keep a closer eye on anyone who might be surviving down there. He hadn’t even been sure that X-23 was still alive until he’d caught word of her with these two, and now that she’d raided Nova’s place with her friends, they’d all be easy to find. “Sylvie, you wanna give them the speech?”

“Love to.” Sylvie held up the black and gold disc, shocking Wade out of his trance with a shiny thing. “This is a TemPad. With it, I’ll be sending the two of you straight to the trunk of the tree itself, where hopefully, you’ll be able to withstand the Gods-awful amount of temporal radiation long enough to get the attention of the annoying prick at the center. Sound good?”

“Ooh, temporal radiation!” Wade let out a whistle. “I’ve never experienced that one before. What does it do?”

Sylvie’s lip twitched, but there was no humor in her eyes. “Turn you into skin spaghetti.”

“Oh.”

“The levels around the tree would be very lethal to me or Mobius, but we’ve been hoping for a while that you two would be able to complete the job for us.” She twirled the disc in her fingers, and at a sharp look from Mobius, she rolled her eyes and continued. “And we’ll be sending this with you, for your way back.”

“Really?” Wade brightened, holding out a hand. “Yes, please — ”

“Not you.” Sylvie pointed at Logan. “You. You actually seem like the responsible type.”

“Oh, we are truly in catastrophic times,” Wade groaned, leaning back against the railing. “So, about this ‘annoying prick at the center’ —”

Mobius’s TemPad began to buzz. He flicked the notification away from the approximated map of the Void he’d been building, but then there was another alert, and then another, and the thing was nearly buzzing out of his hands. Over it all, highest priority, was a message from B-15.

If you don’t reappear sometime in the next thirty seconds, the whole multiverse is fucked.

Mobius’s heart shot into his throat as he scrolled through the hundreds of alerts, then dropped right down into his stomach.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“Mobius?” Tense worry spiked in Sylvie’s voice, nearly shocking him out of his haze. “Mobius, what’s happened —”

“It’s Cassandra Nova,” he choked out, fumbling up the stairs. “She’s — she’s heading for the Time-Ripper.” His heart pounded in his ears. “She’s — she’s going to —”

She’s going to kill him.

Sylvie hissed something in an old Asgardian tongue, flicking her TemPad and opening a door in front of him. “Get to the war room, I’ll make sure these idiots make it to the tree.”

“Just —” Mobius turned back to Wade and Logan, two men in bright primary-colored suits standing in a TVA stairwell, two men who were as likely to try and kill each other as they were to fuck, two men who were each certified mental disasters but as it stood, his only chance of ever seeing Loki again. 

He’d been watching them for more than a while. He’d gone looking for variants who could withstand the tree’s temporal radiation the second he’d gotten back to the TVA, since Sylvie had told him she could pinpoint the tree’s location, but he hadn’t been able to convince any to help him until now. Here were two men, just as desperate as he was, two men who were now looking back at him with that mirrored, last-ditch determination.

Because fuck it — if this didn’t work, nothing would. 

Mobius swallowed, managing to say, “Just — tell him I miss him, would you?”

If he’s even still alive when you reach him. If any of us are still alive.

Wade nodded. “You got it, Lightning McQueen.”

His lips twitched. “Mobius.”

“Oh!” The white eyes of his mask widened. “You’re Mobius! Which means the guy in the tree has to be —”

Mobius didn’t even care how Wade knew, he didn’t want to hear that name said out loud. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it. Instead, he turned and bolted up the stairs. 

Towards the one thing he could do.

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[romancaleta]

mom and dad

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Tell Me Some Things Last

Mobius & Sylvie (and Lokius at the end). Rated T. Angst, healing, friendship, minor references to self-harm, happy ending.

Mobius is paralyzed by his grief after Loki sacrificed himself to save the multiverse. It will take Sylvie helping him to face his emotions to give him his own happy ending.

Mobius couldn’t tear himself away from watching Don tidy up the front lawn after his kids had run havoc through the place. It was a life he hadn’t known, and even though he knew he could ask Sylvie to show him the memories if he wanted to, it wouldn’t change the fact he had a gaping hole in his heart. Looking back at his previous life was painful in a numbing kind of way. It was like his emotions were stuck somewhere within his body, unable to go anywhere. Tendrils of ancient grief floated along the surface but when he tried to grab hold, they slipped through his fingers and sank into the depths once more. He was weighed down by it, and yet it paled into insignificance at how much his heart ached from losing Loki. In all his time at the TVA—however long it actually was—he had never been close to anyone. Then Loki had arrived and he’d begun to feel again, to experience something within him: a hope, possibilities for the future. Now all he had was the tattered remains of his heart. “I wish I was with you,” he sighed, looking down at the ground and scraping his shoe up and down the sidewalk. The sun had been shining since he’d arrived here, reminding him of how another Loki had told his brother they would find their happy ending eventually. If only his Loki had been able to have one. Instead, he was trapped at the end of time sacrificing himself to outwit yet another egomaniac intent on removing choice from others. It should be embarrassing how often these things seemed to happen in the multiverse. They were an almost constant, just as Lokis were destined to lose. He knew Loki hadn’t wanted to be alone, and neither had Mobius. The only difference between them was that he could be surrounded by people if he wanted to; Loki was cut off from everyone. Mobius had never met He Who Remains, only a variant—and from what Loki had said, Timely was nothing like him—but he knew he had controlled everything and decided their fates, no matter how cruel or sweet. He’d been a dictator, an enslaver, and a tyrant. But he’d also lived a solitary life at the end of time with only Miss Minutes for company, and that would be enough to send anyone insane. Mobius knew loneliness, but he couldn’t imagine not being able to numb and escape it. When he’d had nothing but endless reports to wade through, never-ending detail to get lost in, it had been easier to cope with the scars he wore. The TVA hadn’t been a good place. He hadn’t been a good man while he was in it. He’d done terrible things as a hunter until his conscience refused to let him do it any longer, and then he had done ghastly things as an analyst by helping find variants when they went rogue. He’d once told Loki he was born to cause pain and suffering and death, but the truth was Mobius’ own role in the world had been to do the exact same thing to billions. He reached up and slipped a finger inside the sleeve of his shirt, rolling it across the silvery marks on his skin. In his worst moments, it had been a way to cope with the soul crushing pain of having taken people’s lives from them, until he’d sunk so low he almost felt nothing anymore. Above him, the sun was setting and he knew it was time to move on. He’d stood here for hours and now the curtains in Don’s house were being drawn and it was time to go. If only his feet could move from this spot. It took another flash of a timedoor and that same hand patting him on his shoulder to finally tear his gaze away. “Come on,” Sylvie said softly. “I think that’s enough. It’s time you had a drink.”

For @insert-witty-user-name-here. I hope you like it. 💕

Prompt fill for @lokiusbingo | wounded.

For anyone who has read the snippet and wants more, you can read the full fic on Ao3.

[kaleidoscope-eyez]

Sylki Fic Recs - August 2023

So, I finally decided to go through the Sylki tag on AO3 and pull out some of my personal favorite Sylki fics! I may have missed a few, but from now on, when people ask me for fic recs, I'm just going to point them right here!

These are pretty much in descending word count order, since that's how I sorted them on AO3. And I think I stopped around 2k words, so things that are less than that don't appear.

(Fair warning: I included some of my own on there, too.)

Enjoy!

Epic Length fics (+100k) – Rated G-T

As Long As You're Mine by Shoalsandsuch*

Welcome to Westview by KaleidoscopeEyez

Heal The Cracks Within My Heart by Chipper99*

Gone, I'm Gone by Shoalsandsuch

Epic Length Fics – Rated M-E

Love & Mischief by Sasquita

The (Mis)Match by Sasquita

skin on skin by Palmarion

Becoming who I was never meant to be (But did anyway) by overIndulgence

A Promise of Peace by neonheartbeat

From Jotunheim With Love by kytsos, Wonderchild90*

Medium Length Multichapters (Up to 100k) – Rated G-T

Baton Pass! (Round 4) - Collab

Of Love and Daggers by litladyloveshp*

Sweet Nothings by Shoalsandsuch

Frost Queen - Collab

Pets are a reflection of the soul by overIndulgence

The Search: A Domestic Adventure by IngridGradient

Life is beautiful by Korsarri, Madam_Violet

Love Child by KaleidoscopeEyez

The Race To Your Heart by navy_bushes 

Sylki Advent Calendar (Baton Pass! Round 3) - Collab

Fire & Gasoline by BeanBarn*

The Lost Goddess by KaleidoscopeEyez

Vivaldi Doesn't Square Dance by LunarDust, preserumping

Somewhere Only We Know by KaleidoscopeEyez

Sylvie and The Beast - Collab

To Make a Heart Whole by Adrift_in_thyme, Aritou

Rotational Symmetry by Neolights, PinkCanary

Delicate by Shoalsandsuch

Loki Actually by Padawan_Writer 

Adventures in Lokisitting by KaleidoscopeEyez*

Our Shared Eternity - Collab

Medium Length Multichapters (Up to 100k) – Rated M-E

How Sweet It Is by Wonderchild90

Frost and Flame by professnerdiness

Into the half light (and through the flame) by BrightBlackTrees

RE: ARRANGEMENT by neonheartbeat

Wherever You Are by Aevianya

We'll Find A Way by professnerdiness

By the Glow of the Rune by IngridGradient

The Providence We Create by amadness2method (CynSyn), overIndulgence 

Perfect Partners by variant001*

Roots and Branches by PinkCanary

Like the Moon Needs Poetry by IngridGradient

Wings - Collab

Not as planned by StrangeNoise*

Seconds from destiny by PicassoPickle

An Heir And A Spare (The Extended Version) by nostalgia

Foundations by BumbleHumbleBee

The Edge of Disaster by PinkCanary

and when you start to feel the rush (a crimson headache, aching blush) by Palmarion

No Prisoners by preserumping

the right kind of madness by Palmarion

Technicolor Dreams by kytsos, Wonderchild90

We're Screwed by kimikokun

Sylki in Suburbia by The_Hourglass_Muse

The strangest power of all by StrangeNoise

Letters to my Beloved by AndySkull

drunk on you by Palmarion*

Concept Art by IngridGradient

The Learning Curve by kytsos*

To Be Felled by You by D_A_Cullum

Torn in Two by UnderwaterArch*

A Marriage Between Realms by professnerdiness

Back to Lamentis by TTerran*

Candy Crush by kytsos, Wonderchild90

i guess that's love (i can't pretend) by Palmarion

The Perfect Lie by Padawan_Writer

The Isle of Mists by preserumping 

When I'm around you by AndySkull

One-Shots – Rated G-T

Bright Purpose by daggerlovie

second nature by neonheartbeat

Cravings by KaleidoscopeEyez

Fire in the Sky by KaleidoscopeEyez 

Bleeding Hearts by Eithniel, KaleidoscopeEyez

Eyes by daggerlovie

The Loki Trap by KaleidoscopeEyez

10,000 Unhappy Meals by UnderwaterArch

all in the golden afternoon by Palmarion

Lamentis-1, 2077: A Return by KaleidoscopeEyez

Time Keeps on Slippin' (Into the Future) by KaleidoscopeEyez

One-Shots – Rated M-E

Insatiable by catalystcomet

slow (how you wanted it to be) by PinkCanary

the word of your body by Palmarion

Crammed by catalystcomet

but you never go away (so I guess I gotta stay) by PinkCanary

The Prince, the Princess, and the Dozen Cupcakes by KaleidoscopeEyez

* Denotes an unfinished/ongoing fic

[sylvies-kablooie]

"what if loki sees something in the timeline that he doesn't like?"

-that is what sophia said regarding sylvie being uneasy with the new Loki Who Remains

sylvie remains unable to trust him. he sacrifices everything, but she still cannot shake the suspicion: how can there be free will if there is someone at the end of time making the final calls? is there any ease in her heart knowing that at least it’s loki now, not he who remains? how can loki be the one to assume that position? she knows he has a newly fledged sense of right and wrong- is he strong enough to let free will take place, even if that leads to death and destruction? will he sit there and watch passively, his hands full of the branches of time but eyes watching every moment, when chaos takes over? could he handle that? would it break him?

because you can’t trust. and i can’t be trusted.

how long will they dance around each other, going over the citadel fight again and again? years? decades? centuries?

[hiraeth-doux]

slow dance on broken glass (9/?)

summary: This was the second non-apocalypse jump she had allowed herself, which felt refreshing, for a change. There was no volcano outside, no tornado, no army waiting to sweep in and kill everyone in sight. The Earth was not gearing up to crack open and swallow this town whole, either.

Perhaps, that was the issue, Sylvie thought as she drew in another shaky breath. It was too peaceful, too quiet. She was not used to being able to sleep through the night, and maybe that was exactly why she rarely did.

He Who Remains is dead. Sylvie can go and live her life now, the way she's always wanted. Or can she? And is the story actually over?

Or - what if Loki cared more about Sylvie after the events of Season 1 and not the TVA? (Just an idea!)

author's note: it's that time of the week again.

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Sylvie hadn’t expected to sleep well, if at all.

Sure, that had been the idea when she’d gone off to seek out Loki—it hadn’t been a ruse or an excuse.

(She had made a mental note to later wade through the nonsense of even thinking about longing for companionship of any kind—and that company in particular—after being on her own for so long, and doing just fine.  

Great, even. 

Spectacular, if she was being generous.)

It had been an issue for some time now, and unsurprisingly so. Sleep, that is. The TVA had sent the cavalry after her the moment she had escaped as a child, and it had taken her a few days and witnessing more than a few people being pruned as they’d followed her from timeline to timeline, before she’d finally found a hole to hide in and lost them. (For a while, at least.)

Sometimes, even now, she would still feel too scared to close her eyes.

Read Chapter 9 on AO3

[andy-skull]

I started this fic back in November I think, it's an Assassins/hitman AU where Sylvie's attempt to kill the leader of the Assassin's Syndicate is frustrated by Loki. He has been captured by the syndicate and forced to track Sylvie down. Eventually, they team up during the fights and struggles.

@mcu-dangum made an awesome comic of a key scene on the first chapter.

In case you're curious, the fic is in ao3, with 7 out of 11 chapters posted. Find it in the link below and check more awesome art from @mcu-dangum !

[bisexual-panic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Explicit Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent, Public Sex, Excessive Hair Pulling, Car Sex, kind of a fix-it but not really, Fluff and Angst, more tags to be added later Summary:

Loki takes a break from his study of mechanics, physics and engineering to go satisfy a craving of his… at McDonalds Or Sylki fuck in Sylvie’s truck

For Loki this is set in ep 6 during the time he spends learning about the loom and whatnot. For Sylvie it’s set during ep 5 before Loki finds her after the loom incident at the end of ep 4

[leos-regression-cove]

[neyafromfrance95]

i'm so sorry to see that you're being vagueposted about for your sylki takes. it may be true that how you see sylki is a bit different than a certain section of the fandom, but that doesn't at ALL mean that you shouldn't be allowed to have your own takes! fwiw, i followed you bc i actually agree with and really enjoy ur perspective on sylki. i was getting frustrated with how many people seem to view this ship in a super heteronormative way and want sylvie to basically become a housewife, and i was so glad to find a blog that felt the same way. this fandom has become tiring tbh with how many people are now freaking out that sylvie hasn't immediately started having lokis babies in s2, and i really wish that people would at least leave room for others to have their own opinions!

this! that section of sylki shippers do not leave any room for you to have your opinions! they act like a fanon police controlling what you say in your posts on your blog!

and god forbid that what you say opposes their own hcs and takes, if you commit this unforgivable sin of having a take that is different from theirs, you better be ready for some good old online group harassment! they will make you feel like you are not welcome in this fandom, they will make sure that you are hurt, they will alienate you and force you out!

but no, you are the bad guy for jokingly calling a fandom in general "vanilla" and saying (after several disclaimers that it's your personal opinion) that when it comes to canon, you don't think that sylvie should be all about being loki's housewife.

at this point i honestly hate this fandom. there are some decent sylkis out there and i love the ship itself, but a big portion of the fandom has simply sucked all the joy for the series out of me. i wonder if they realize what the consequences of their behavior could be? back when i said (in my blog) that i don't think sylvie having babies is a compelling completion of her story in canon, and this bunch came to my blog to harass me for my takes, i was in a very *very* bad place already, and the space that was supposed to be my escape pretty much turned on me and added up to an already depressing state i was in.

and bfr anyone says that it's just a fandom wank, let me tell you that these people know how to be really cruel, whether they realize it or not, their behavior is simply cruel. they don't just argue in favor of their opinion, they shit on you personally, get aggressive towards you personally, make you feel like you "can't sit with them", ect. it gets really creepy and ugly.

and the thing is, i never addressed anyone specific in my posts, i never said *this* person and *that* person have shitty hcs/takes, i never even vaguely hinted at a distaste towards the hcs/takes of someone specific, but they accuse me of pointing fingers. when i said that i didn't think canon sylvie having babies would work, i never said anything about sylki babies in fanfiction, yet people accused me of pointing fingers at the fic writers. and they would come to my blog, harass me in the replies and asks, and talk about how despicable i am in their own blogs, and it went on and on for a while.

thanks for your nice words, anon, they are uplifting. and to those who can't stand me so much, don't worry, i'm going to leave this fandom once the series is finished. i hope you are satisfied that being a shitty, gatekeeping, narrow-minded, egocentric person worked for you! but don't ever feel entitled to complain about how lokius shippers treat you.

[deeneedsaname]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV), Mobius M. Mobius Additional Tags: Post-Season 2, in which i grieve the only way I can, (by ignoring the grief and writing instead), Sylvie is awesome, but misses her bf, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), loki in the tree, Rating May Change, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, warning for slight Steve salt, Brutasha mention, because I have no self control, Long-Distance Relationship Summary:

But she looks him up and down and snorts, not trying to muffle it at all. “You look like shit, too. Are you wearing loafers?” Her voice snags on a choked laugh at the word, and he corrects himself: this is not a figment of his imagination. If he went to the trouble of creating her to keep him company, he wouldn’t have her insult his perfectly reasonable choice in footwear.

Or, a series of looks into Loki, Sylvie, and the weirdest long-distance relationship ever.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 5 Incoherent Thoughts

Spoilers for Loki episode 5. And also my fic, Scattered to the Wind, because holy shit.

My stomach hurts, guys

I've been texting my best friend about this upcoming episode all day. I'd say I was getting progressively more unhinged, but I definitely started out unhinged and fluctuated from there.

Oh my GOD the title is making me feel better already

Oh god never mind I'm scared again after the recap and the haunting intro music

FUCK THAT ONE TEAR ON LOKI'S FACE

SHIT WAIT DID HE TIME SLIP I BET HE TIME SLIPPED

NO HE WENT TO THE PIE ROOM ;.;

FUCK YES HE DID TIME SLIP

OH MONKEY FUCK

THE TIME SLIPS ARE SHORTER

OH MY GOD I'VE FOR SURE HAD A NIGHTMARE LIKE THIS WHERE EVERYTHING TURNS TO SPAGHETTI THAT'S HORRIFYING

NO NOT THE CLOCK TICKING

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE IN CAPS THIS EP ISN'T IT

I'LL TELL YOU, THE SAME THING HAPPENED IN EP 5 OF LAST SEASON. I TOOK NOTES ALL IN CAPS TOO

YES CASEY'S IN JAIL I WAS FUCKING RIGHT PLEASE BE ALCATRAZ sorry spoilers for Scattered to the Wind

OH MY GOD WHO WAS RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING ALL OF THIS

WAS THAT A BOAT

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

FUCK NOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA READ IT AND BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY IT WAS 1962 NOT 1935" AND IM GONNA BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY I FUCKING CALLED THIS ENTIRE THING SO STOW IT"

GUT US LIKE FISH

LOKI

OKAY I GOT THE NAME WRONG BUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE

YES MOBIUS GIMME

NO LAME FUCK OFF MARVEL

SIX YEARS OFF FOR B-15 I SWEAR TO GOD IF HER NAME IS ANN I'LL LOSE IT

WRONG PLACE BUT I UNDERSTAND. ACCENT, AND I PUT HER IN LONDON BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE WAS IN AMERICA

UGH SHE'S SO GOOD AND SHE'S A PEDIATRICIAN I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT TOO

BUT SHE'S IN NEW YORK IN 2012 WHAT MONTH IS IT BECAUSE SHE MIGHT KNOW LOKI

MOBIUS YES HOLY SHIT

DON FUCKING DON DO NOT GIVE ME YOUR LAST NAME PLEASE I MEAN I SHIP THORKI SO FANONICALLY I'LL BE FINE WITH IT BUT LIKE EVEN MARVEL WOULDN'T DO THAT RIGHT

NO NOT THE CHILDREN PLEASE LET THAT BE THE FICTIONAL PART

YES MIDWEST BUT WRONG STATE AND WAY WRONG YEAR [I! HAVE! THEORIES! THOUGH!]

MOBIUS HONEY SELL THE MAN A DIRT BIKE MORE JET SKIS FOR YOU

I'M CRYING ABOUT THE COMPARISON BETWEEN LOKI AND THE INFLATABLE GUY OH MY GOD THAT WAS PERFECT

That face was not good enough

Okay the slow walk and stare was perfect though

Wait I just remembered I screenshotted a bingo card for this episode specifically wait I'm gonna be a ball of anxiety and procrastinate and see if I got any squares yet I'll play it in a sec.

God Don is doing to Loki what Mobius did to OB in episode 1. Mo it's okay to tell someone you don't recognize them when they recognize you. It makes the interaction afterward way less awkward and a lot easier.

Fuck what's wrong with your son why doesn't he talk to his mom/dad/parent FUCK I HOPE HIS MOM DIDN'T JUST DIE THAT WOULD BE SO SHITTY

THAT LYING BITCH

THAT ASSHOLE IN THE LOKIUS TAG AFTER EPISODE ONE WHAT A LYING BITCH [No I have a thought though, and I'm sure someone else has had it by now.]

MOBIUS TALK TO YOUR KIDS HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD

WAIT

IF IT'S BILLY AND TOMMY I'LL FUCKING SCREAM

NO LOKI

OH MY GOD WAS I RIGHT ABOUT EVERYONE

RIGHT STATE WRONG TIME IF HE'S A PROFESSOR I'LL SHIT MYSELF

OH BABY MY DARLING

I LIKE THIS BETTER

AWW

SOMEHOW I LOVE HIM MORE

THE POSIT ITS. OB!!!!

IS THAT THE LOOM

THE LINES FROM THE TRAILER

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

IF SYLVIE'S IN BROXTON AND HAS FORGOTTEN SHE CAN DO MAGIC I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO

I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS I DIDN'T WATCH THIS EPISODE UNTIL NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

THIS IS SO WEIRD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

OH MY GOD IT'S NOT THE LOOM IT'S HIS WORKSHOP

HE'S STAYING SO LONG

OH MY GOD IS HIS REAL WHY GONNA BE BECAUSE HE LOVES MOBIUS? I'LL DIE

YES OB I WROTE THIS WE JUST TAKE BRAD OUT OF THE EQUATION AND I'M OKAY WITH THAT

SO I WAS GONNA SAY IRISH BOYS, KEVIN AND SEAN, BUT

BUT SEAN JUST ASKED FOR A DOG AND A SNAKE

THIS MAN IS AN ODIN VARIANT THE KIDS ARE LOKI AND THOR I DON'T LIKE THIS I DON'T LIKE IT HERE I WANT TO LEAVE

Baby Loki would have absolutely played with matches he stole

Baby Thor loves snakes

Take me back to before I was afraid of who Mobius was gonna be when I thought he was Theo and that was the end of it. Take me back even to when I thought he might be Loki but he was married so we might've actually gotten a Sigyn variant. Take me back to when I thought he might be Sigyn and his wife the Loki variant. Hell, take me back to an hour ago when I thought I was just gonna ship another version of thorki. This is a terrible theory.

Loki my god you are terrible at talking to your amnesiac love interest

MOBIUS I THOUGHT YOU SAID ON THE MARKET FOR A SECOND AND I FREAKED

MOBIUS OH MY GOD STOP TRYING TO SELL PEOPLE JET SKIS AND THOSE ARE YOURS

HE REMEMBERS WORD FOR WORD WHAT MOBIUS SAID

YOU GUYS I HAD TO LOOK THAT UP FOR THE FIC TO GET IT RIGHT AND HE RECITES IT WORD FOR FUCKING WORD OFF THE CUFF

AND THAT'S WHEN I STARTED CRYING

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES BEFORE HE CALLS THE COPS I HATE THIS

IT'S OKAY OB YOU'RE GONNA MEET CASEY SOON HOLY SHIT THOUGH I'D CALL 18 MONTHS FAST AND HOW DID YOU FIND HIM

THAT'S WHAT HE SAID TO SYLVIE

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES HE HAS CHILDREN WHO DON'T HAVE A MOM

You can MOVE the time doors??

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES

ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS SYLVIE

SPACE NAME

OH MY GOD THERE SHE IS, IN BROXTON JUST LIKE I SAID

OKAY THANK GOD

OH MY GOD THERE'S BRAD

YES HE SAID IT HE WANTS HIS FRIENDS BACK HE HAS FRIENDS HE'S NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NOW HE DOES I'M NOT CRYING I WASN'T CRYING TWO HOURS AGO WHEN I WAS SHOUTING HE HAS FRIENDS NOW IN MY CAR I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

I'M FUCKING BAWLING WHO AM I KIDDING

SYLVIE IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO WANT FRIENDS IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO HAVE FRIENDS THAT'S NOT SELFISH THAT'S BEING A PERSON

CASEY SHUT UP AND JUST FLIRT WITH HIM

LOKI NO DARLING

DUDE YOU SAID THAT LIKE YOU'RE SELLING HER DRUGS

SYLVIE

YEAH WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN GIRL

CASEY

OB NO

MOBIUS, B-15

SYLVIE

I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DID THE FUCKING BLIP AGAIN

TIME LOOP FUCK THIS

FUCK NO FUCK THIS

NO NO

OH HE MEANT HIM OH THANK GOD I THOUGHT HE WAS ABOUT TO GO ALL SYLKI ON ME

LOKIIIIIIIIIIIII YESSSSSSSSSS <3

[blondie20000]

Rockin Around the Christmas Tree - Loki x Sylvie

What in God's name is that?

Loki narrowed his eyes and looked through the branches.

He saw boxes flying out. Loki couldn't see what was in the boxes but he is pretty sure they are coming from a time door.

A time door?

How is that here?

Loki leans forward as much as he can. His frown deepens when he saw tables of various food gliding out of the time door.

What is this?

It kept going until Loki's eternal prison is covered with boxes, food, presents and...is that toys?

Loki focused on the doll which gave him a creepy smile.

Not weird at all.

He looks nervously around suddenly feeling vulnerable and on edge. He knew whoever is coming could attack him because after all Loki couldn't let go of the timelines he is powerless in this situation.

Then there's another possibility this could be a hallucination? He has sat here for...Loki couldn't say but it would make sense for him to lose his mind by now.

The God of Stories suddenly groans as his power courses him. His eyes shone green as images of the timelines go across his mind. He bites his lip and waits for the episode to ride itself out. After several moments the images fade away and Loki has regained control over his own mind again.

Mentally cursing himself and gripping the branches harder Loki glares at the time door again but what comes out next shakes him to the core.

She is just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. Her hair is longer now but it still suited her Loki would love to reach out and thread his fingers through her blonde locks. Her smiling face turns towards him but Loki is the first to break eye contract. He sadly looks away.

This can't be happening I must be hallucinating.

Still he found himself saying her name anyway.

"Syl..." He coughs and clears his throat. It has been a while since he spoke. "Sylvie!" He croaked.

The beaming smile is back facing him again.

"Hey Loki."

She bends down and picks up a box.

"Is this real?" He questioned out loud.

Sylvie responds with a nod.

"Very much so."

Loki rakes her up and down. She is out of her Asgardian clothes and is instead wearing jeans, sneakers and a jumper that said Merry Christmas ya Filthy Animal.

Why would I imagine Sylvie wearing that?

The jumper could be his mind reminding him of his sinful thoughts when it regarded Sylvie or maybe...maybe this is real.

Loki's eyes slowly widen with realization.

"Sylvie." This time he said it more clearly but his voice shook with emotion. She gives him an reassuring smile.

"I'm here Loki."

"But...What are you...What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like?" She opens the box. "I'm here to decorate the bloody tree."

"Tree?"

"You turned this Godforsaken place into a freaking tree and as it's Christmas I thought we should decorate it."

"Christmas? Tree?"

"Christmas tree you got it."

She gets out the Christmas lights and lets it float into the air. The God of Stories looked with awe as the lights stretched and went around his new home. It disoriented him at first seeing so many different colors after seeing green for so long. His awe soon worn off and is replaced with worry.

"Sylvie what are you doing this could destroy the timelines this could..."

"I know what I'm doing."

Baubles came flying out of the next box. It floats in the air then tinsel followed that went round and round all the way to the top.

"Sylvie." He hissed her name. "What is the meaning of all this?"

She sighs and rolls her eyes.

"Getting ready for Christmas." She stated with an 'Isn't it obvious look?"

"But why? That is a Midgard tradition?"

"That's beneath you?" She said with a raised brow.

Loki said nothing.

Sylvie walks over to him and bends down so she is eye level with him. Loki's breath hitched up as she got closer. His hands trembled.

Don't lose focus don't lose focus. He told himself.

"Loki." She said her voice serious. "You told me we are Gods right? Well..." She sighs. "I never felt like a God...I...I never got the chance to be a God and to be honest I can't ever see myself being a God not like you."

She shakes her head.

"So you want be like them?" He asked.

"I wanted to be free." She nodded. "A chance to start fresh, a new life. After He-Who Remains when I first arrived at McDonald's when I first saw all those people, families, their children, their happiness." She smiles. "I realized then that I wanted that and from that day I swore I will try everything that includes celebrating human traditions. I am still sticking to that promise I will celebrate Christmas but I'm not celebrating it alone and nor are you."

He looks at her puzzled.

"I am forever grateful for what you did for me, for all of us. I want to say thank you." She gets out a present. "I know its not much but..." She smiles sheepishly. "It is Christmas and um well..." She puts the present down on his lap. "I hope you like it."

Loki chuckled slightly as her cheeks blushed pink. She frowns at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

You are cute when you are embarrassed. He thought.

"Well there's one thing." He added. He shrugs his shoulders. "My hands are tied."

"Oh...Of course." She laughed slightly. "I didn't think about that."

"You can open it for me?"

She smiles.

"I will."

She removes the ribbon then she lifts the lid. A gasp escapes Loki's lips as Sylvie lifts a blanket out. It looked exactly like the one he created in the void.

"You made this?" He asked.

"I been practicing." She grinned. Then she looks at the blanket. "Still looks like a tablecloth to me."

He huffed a laugh at that.

"Here." Sylvie said.

Sylvie wraps the blanket around his shoulders. Loki's smile widens. He brushes his cheek against the fabric. A mixture of both happiness and pained filled him. While he loved the present it also reminded him of what happened afterwards. Not wanting to upset her Loki clears his throat and thanks her for the present.

"You are welcome." She goes back to the box and lifts several ornaments out. She then gets out a smaller version of a tree. "More the merrier." She chuckled as she puts the miniature tree down.

"What's that?" He asked as he nods at the ornaments in her hands.

She holds up the two ornaments.

"S for Sylvie, L for Loki."

Loki studies the two letters in her hands.

"You may have created this tree but it's our Christmas."

She hangs the two letters on the little tree next to each other. It probably meant nothing but Loki couldn't help but see it as something more.

He sighs. God he sounded pathetic.

"And finally..." Sylvie gets out an angel. "The tree topper."

She walks back over to him and sticks the angel on one of his horns.

"Why?" He frowned.

"You are obviously the tree topper to this tree." She giggled at the sight of him. "I was originally going to pick a star but I thought an angel makes more sense because I know you are watching over us."

"I do." He slowly nods. He raises the branch that is nearest to him. "I keep yours close to me." He smiles. "I have always watched over you Sylvie it brings me comfort knowing you are happy."

She bites her lip at that. Another blush creeps up her cheeks. Loki found himself blushing as well.

"I...I brought food." Sylvie quickly changed the subject. She gestures to the trays. "I didn't know what you wanted so I picked everything I also brought some movies, some games, I even brought some festive tunes." Sylvie waves her hand.

All I want for Christmas started to play in the background.

"Had to jump to several timelines to get the stuff." She said. "This song didn't come out until 1994."

"You been busy."

She places an Elf hat on her head.

"You have no idea." She grinned.

"Why the toys?"

She looks over her shoulder at the piles of toys.

"Yeah I gone overboard." She grits her teeth.

"I like it." He said.

She looks at his face. He is smiling a genuine smile.

"I'm glad." She picks up a plate of pigs in blankets. "Want one?"

He shrugs his shoulders again.

"I can feed you."

He pulled a face at that. She rolls her eyes.

"Seriously?"

"I'm a God."

"There's no need to be ashamed. I'm cool with it. Here."

She lowers herself and gently orders him to open his mouth. He does and she pops the pigs in blankets in his mouth.

"Well?" She asked after he swallowed.

"It's okay."

She gasped at that.

"Just okay?"

"Well it's alright."

She runs a hand down his face.

"What else is there?" He asked in a teasing tone. His eyes shone with mischief.

Sylvie went and picked up a box of truffles.

"If I remember rightly." Loki said before Sylvie offered him the food. "This blanket is big enough for two people."

She raises her eyebrow.

He shifts in his seat.

"I never said anything about my legs being tied."

There is that hint of mischief again but also Sylvie noticed something else underneath it all she saw a hint of shyness as well.

"If you want to of course." He added quickly.

"It would make the feeding job easier." Sylvie sighs and nods. "Alright then."

Sylvie slides on to his lap. She grabs some of the blanket and puts it over herself.

"That okay?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied trying everything he can to contain his excitement.

She gestures to his mouth. He opens it and allows her to toss the truffle in.

"Sweet." He noted.

"But good?"

"Not sure maybe I need some more to find out." He grinned.

She scowls at him but amusement showed in her eyes.

They eventually settled on a movie. Sylvie chose Home Alone telling him it is a classic.

"Humans love it."

Both the God and the Goddess laughed at the movie. They loved Kevin and his traps. He is mischievous, chaotic and fun just like them. Sylvie snuggled into his chest as they watched the movie. Loki looks down at her. Warmth filled up inside him. He always imagined moments like this but never in his life did he think they would come true.

After they played snakes and ladders. Sylvie moved his pieces for him. The game prompted Loki to tell her the story of the time when he turned into a snake to prank his brother. Sylvie snorted and begun telling him funny stories from work.

"He tripped and the milkshake went all over him. The guy shrieked like a bloody banshee."

Loki chuckled.

"Serves him right for being a dick." He replied.

They had a few rounds of chess and told each other jokes from the crackers. Then they settled on watching It's a Wonderful Life.

Sylvie is back against his chest again. Loki wished he could wrap his arms around her. A wave of his power goes through him again reminding him of the burden he now has to carry. His face goes slack as images flood his mind.

"Loki?"

Sylvie touches his cheek with concern. Few moments later Loki blinks and shakes his head.

"I'm fine." He said his voice strained.

"You look like you are in pain."

"I've had worse."

She didn't believe him.

"Sylvie don't let it ruin this...please."

Sylvie had so many questions but the way Loki looked at her silently pleading with his eyes made her go quiet. Sylvie then nods and decides to respect his wishes.

"Okay." She said.

She turns her head back towards the movie. She may have dropped it for now but this wasn't the end she will find a way to get him out of this.

She swore on that.

The awkward atmosphere soon vanished and the God and the Goddess found themselves engrossed in the movie. When the movie finished they both look up and see a mistletoe hanging above them.

"Now who put that there?" Loki raises an eyebrow. "Was it you?"

Sylvie shrugs and gives him a cheeky smile.

"Was it you?" She asked.

He shrugs back and smirks.

Seems no one is going to answer that question.

"Sylvie."

"Hmm."

"Can it be fixed?" He asked.

Sylvie looks up at his hopeful expression. She knew what he meant. He meant them, their relationship.

"Loki." She replied. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

He narrows his eyes as he processed her response. Eventually a dawn of realization settles over his features. The tension melts away from his shoulders and a gush of relief comes out of him.

"Not broken." He mumbled.

"Hope kept it alive." She answered.

Loki leans forward. His face is inches away from hers.

"Together?" He whispered.

She cups his chin with her hand.

"Together." She repeated.

She then pulls him for a kiss.

Sylvie wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him harder and more passionately. He responds just as fierce.

"Sylvie." He mumbled into the kiss.

Sylvie felt the tears roll down her cheeks as they both poured their hearts out into the kiss.

Suddenly Sylvie heard fireworks. She looks up and sees rays of colors exploding all around them. It is a magnificent sight.

"Definitely you." Sylvie teased.

"Would you prefer rain? That's popular in romance movies."

"Definitely not." She kissed him again.

Eventually they both pulled away and touched their foreheads together.

"I love you Sylvie."

The words came out so quick Loki didn't even think twice but now he said it he became worried fearing he has gone too far. Sylvie beams at him. Her heart warmed at those words.

"Same to you Loki same to you." She straddles his lap and runs her hands down his chest. "Is it weird to feel attracted to a tree?"

He burst out laughing at that. She licks her lips and admires every part of him.

Na not weird at all. She thought with a smirk.

"Merry Christmas Loki."

Loki smiles and it is the most beautiful smile Sylvie has ever seen.

"Merry Christmas Sylvie."

It wasn't long before they begun filling each other up with the festive spirit with Rockin Around the Christmas Tree playing in the background.

The rocking is definitely not pun intended...

...Or is it?

The End

[sylvies-kablooie]

i also have a Lot to say about loki and sylvie's whole interaction on the train in episode 3. especially in regard to their chat about romance, when they both admit they've never had something real:

"well, people are quite willing in the face of certain doom."

"i'm sure they are."

"it was only ever just... to keep me going."

sylvie's little smile when she says it at first, but how it fades when she admits the reality. she cannot be truthful and treat that loneliness that raised her like a joke. and why is she honest at all? she wields vulnerability in such an unpredictable fashion that you almost wonder if it's part of her typical con but. i think it just starts breaking through around this point in the episode and it's almost like a dam. in the face of certain doom, she finds some to listen to her in loki, someone not initially motivated out of anything but self-preservation, but maybe it feels good to say the quiet parts out loud to someone who could sort of almost understand.

and then, of course, against all odds they live through Lamentis, and have to live with knowing what they said to each other.

[lokiusly]

Sylvie called the holiday, “Turkey Day”. They looked forward to it because it was something they had never gotten to savor growing up. One memory of a past Thanksgiving involved a deadly earthquake at dinner.

They helped Lyle decorate the record shop with secondhand porcelain turkey trinkets (they even snuck in a Santa snow globe out of excitement).

The record shop played “Alice’s Restaurant Masacree” every hour. (They would also sneak in a Christmas song or two.) When it came to modern songs from other timelines, Sylvie listened to them on her Walkman. (They wouldn’t dare listen to the Mariah Carey classic in front of her 80s friends.)

Sylvie took the later shifts at McDonald’s, and watched as parents came in with their kids because they had ruined their turkey in the oven. She smiled at the meals and laughs the families shared. Lonely folk and truck travelers pushed their single tables together.

“Sylvie! Join us!” A local patted to an empty chair.

Sylvie grinned and joined the party, thankful for the abundance of friendship after being alone for so long.

[lobeliamaximoff]

kinda... same vibes?