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he was fully prepared to make-out with rogue

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Idk but Loki visibly time slipping for the first time always reminded me of 10 regenerating into 11 in Doctor Who and checking for his body parts...

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Does Tom Hiddleston know his lines? 🎭

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“Last Straw” - Digital painting

Loki is so done, haha.

I wanted to give him armor reminiscent of his outfit in IW, but note his gold aesthetic has returned. This takes place in an AU where he has embraced his identity as an Odinson, and fights beside Thor to bring down Thanos

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 10: Green Sky in the Morning

You and Loki strike a bargain before continuing onward to England. Sylvie has an odd encounter as she and The Doctor begin to sense your final approach.

CHAPTER WARNING (18+): none

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You screamed before you clapped your hands over your mouth and sank to the earth in shock. 

The sky was green! 

Joey was running up the hill in a panic. “SIS! SIS!!!” He fell down beside you and gathered you into his arms. “I don’t know what happened, it just…greened over!” 

“Did this just happen?” asked Loki, out of breath despite the lack of physical exertion. 

Joey briefly looked up at him. “Yes! We were just cashing out at the cafe when it kind of just…swiped green? Like a Lucas swipe?” 

“Shane’s gone down to the boat to give it a test ride around the shore,” Carrie added. “So we can get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Jesus Christ, what’s happening?”

Loki pulled the time stone out of his picket before yelping and tossing it to the ground. “Ouch! It burned me!” 

As the stone landed, it sent out a visible green wave that pulsed thrice before rolling off to the horizon. Loki noticed, but he didn’t allow it to distract him.  “It’s happening…it’s picking up speed,” he mumbled in panic. 

You dared look up again, hoping that maybe it had gone away as you blinked. Instead, you were met with another odd sight: a large white furry creature flying off into the mint clouds, brown patches on his fur that looked like…arrows?

Oh god, just don’t look up anymore, you told yourself. 

“What the hell is that?” asked Carrie, pointing up at the creature. 

“It’s got someone riding on it…” said Loki. 

“Shit,” Joey mumbled, recognizing the beast alongside you. “Just…ignore it. More beings that don’t belong here must be getting through.” The flying buffalo creature flew away, the faintest cry of ‘yip! yip!’ following behind from its rider.

“Makes sense,” Loki added, the urgency returning to his voice. “No one can deny it anymore…time is running out. More crossovers are taking place.” 

“Then we really should leave tonight,” Joey said, holding you a little tighter. 

“No,” you said softly, wrestling yourself out of his grip. “You can show Loki where the fucking end is.” 

Joey was instantly confused, but he turned his head back to the curious sky. “Huh? I don’t--”

You were fully drowning in your emotions now. Pointing an accusing finger at Loki, you scowled. “He’s been keeping exactly where he’s going to end up a secret from us, because he knows we’d never help him do it!”

“Can we talk about this inside before it starts raining jello?” asked Carrie. “Jesus Christ, I still don't know what the fuck’s happening!” 

“Agreed,” said Joey, releasing his hold only to get to his feet. You were unstable in the midst of everything, but you also managed to stand up. 

“I’m going to go see if Shane’s coming in,” Carrie barely managed to get out before shuffling down the hill toward the dock, mumbling loudly the whole way. “What the fuck…what the actual…”

As you and your brother dashed inside, Loki bent over to retrieve the stone, but saw that it was beginning to singe the grass around it. He chose instead to leave and see if it cooled down away from his grasp. No sense in causing any injury before it was necessary, though he still clung to the hope that it wouldn’t be. 

“So, you’re going to give up basically everything but your life in order to sit on a hunk of gold at the edge of time and hold onto a bunch of timelines like they were kite strings?” Joey tried to make sense of what Loki had just confessed, pacing back and forth in a manner that you weren’t used to seeing in your typically-relaxed brother.

“Yes.”

“Alone.”

“Yes.”

“...and you’re just going to….sit there?”

“Using my magic, I will keep the timelines safe and thriving,” Loki replied. “I think it’s a fate I’ve been heading toward my whole life.” 

You resisted the urge to throw a Precious Moments figurine sitting on the shelf you were staring at in order to avoid joining the rest of the room in conversion. You’d gone from upset to seething rage, feeling taken advantage of. 

“...forever?”

“Likely.” 

In spite of the emergency painting itself in green hues above your heads, you’d all retreated to your room and drawn the blackout curtains in order to figure everything out in dark privacy. An untouched tray of cold food from Margaret sat on the table. You refused to look at Loki. Joey tried to act as the mediator, a role for which he had minimal experience. 

Rain began to fall outside, and its normally-calming pitter-patter filled the room before you had a chance to turn around and have a look. Loki was able to peek beyond the curtains. His face fell only a little.  “Well, at least the rain itself still doesn’t have any color to it…that’s typical for this realm, yes?”

“Y/N,” Joey said uncomfortably, “I’m sorry if I pushed you two together. I didn’t think you’d both go so hard and fast on the emotions.”

“I thought you said you saw all of those films of me!” Loki scoffed. 

“Right?” you added, pointing a finger, “When has he ever been the model of discretion or an even mind?” 

“Are you suggesting I’m mad?” Loki asked defensively. 

“Are you suggesting I’m wrong?” you shot back, giving him a brief pause. 

Loki pressed his lips together. “Love, the world is folding in on itself, and now even you can’t deny the danger.” You could sense him moving closer, but you didn’t turn around. “I’ve been preparing for this in my mind the entire time we’ve been traveling. I suppose making peace with it is all I can do.”

“I completely disagree, and the fact that you won’t even TRY to find another way--!” you cut yourself off when you finally turned your body around. Loki had gotten closer than you thought. 

“You knew we’d be parted someday, you said it yourself: for now. Yes?”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back and tried to look casual. “Yes. But I didn’t know that the entire time you held me, kissed me, made love to me under the--”

“--Christ, I didn’t need to know that!--” Joey interjected. 

“--stars! The entire time, you kept this from me!” you accused. “Instead of asking me for help!”

“I don’t think there is any way of helping me,” Loki said, melancholic. 

Joey groaned. “Drama queen!”

“We’re literally on our way to see someone who can help you!” you emphasized. “For all you know, he could have every answer with him, and he’s just chilling with his TARDIS, waiting for you to show up with the key.”

“Key?” Loki asked. 

“The Stone!” said Joey. “You said it got hotter when the sky turned!”

“Yes,” Loki said. “It’s still on the grass outside.”

“Then,” Joey added, “It’s definitely linked. Maybe once we get a Time Stone in range of the TARDIS, it’ll jumpstart a way out of here! I mean, this whole time we’ve been getting closer, it’s been getting more intense, right?” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Jesus, Joey, you really do watch Doctor Who too much.”

He beamed at you. “No such thing, Sis.” 

“Be that as it may,” you sighed, “I don’t know what to think. I don’t want to make that thing with the tree happen, Loki. It would be like it was all my fault, you know?”

“No!” Loki insisted, finally closing the gap between you, “Never, Y/N. You are only giving me what I want: an end to this instability and to save my friends and allies.” He softly touched your face and looked into your watery eyes. “Don’t cry for me, please,” he pleaded quietly, gently kissing your nose. 

 “Don’t tell me what to do,” you whispered with weak defiance. 

Joey spoke up. “Loki, man, don’t you think we should at least talk to The Doctor before we assume we’re all sacrificing ourselves up there?” he pointed up to the ceiling, as if Asgard lay somewhere beyond heaven. “Maybe we can figure something out.”

“But I will still need to leave you here,” Loki countered.

“I’ve known that,” you replied, your eyes going hot and wet with tears again, “that’s not why my heart’s breaking. I can’t go on knowing that you…that we…that she…”

Loki pulled you tight to his chest, gently rocking back and forth. 

“I just want you to be happy for once,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “Everything has been so unfair to you!”

Never in his thousands of years of life had Loki ever heard those words directed at him. His own heart began to break. He let you out of his grip. You began to subconsciously fiddle with the tarot pendant you never took off. 

“Look, Loki,” you finally found a wave of calm, allowing you to speak steadily, “We’ve come so far together, but I don’t want to be the last chapter in your story.” 

Joey interrupted again, “Again, we need to make sure there isn’t another way out of this for all of us…right?”

You and your brother gave Loki the same pleading look. “Tossing the stone was a risk in and of itself,” said the god. “It failed, as risks often do for me.”

You swallowed, tapping absentmindedly on your necklace again. Loki was beginning to notice your nervous tic. “Risks sometimes succeed, too. You’re here, aren’t you?” 

To prevent him from seeing your tears, you turned away again. “You could have died, or gotten lost in the space between the lines, or exploded, or any number of things. But you landed here, in my gray little city, with your green rock…and your blue eyes…”

You trailed off as you felt two large hands on your shoulders, knowing what you had to do. 

“If you will promise me that once we reach The Doctor, you’ll let us figure out an alternate way to fix everything and save you, I’ll forgive you and continue this insane little odyssey,” you vowed quietly. 

He made his face solemn, and it didn’t look quite right to you as you turned back into his embrace. “I promise,” he agreed, before pausing again. “But you must promise me something in turn.”

“What?”

“You must promise that you’ll willingly let go of me if there is no other way.”

You sank onto the edge of the bed. Loki sat on your left, and Joey on your right. 

“I’m not leaving you in Iceland, Sis,” Joey added. “How am I gonna make rent when I get back?”

You smirked. “Yeah, I suppose you have a point.” You met Loki’s eye again. “Yes, I promise to let you go.” 

You slid your left hand into Loki’s. His skin was cool against yours. “Then we must hurry,” he insisted. “Norns know what could happen to the planet next.”

“Agreed,” you and Joey said at the same time. 

You supplemented your consent. “I guess that means we leave tonight.” 

Joey shifted uncomfortable as Loki put his arm around your back, accidentally overshooting, his fingers grazing Joey’s arm. “Yeah, and we should probably do that before things turn into an outright soap opera.”

He got up, heading for the door. “I mean, it looks like it’s just the coloring. I think it’s safe. I’ll grab the stone--”

“--use gloves,” warned Loki. 

Joey nodded. “I’m gonna bring the others up here. We need to all figure out what our next move is before we leave. I’ll be back in ten.”

After he closed the door, you finally let your tears out, turning your head into Loki’s shoulder. He said nothing, only holding you tighter. 

“Damn you, Loki,” you mumbled into his sleeve. 

“I know,” he said sadly, “I love you too.” 

The Doctor placed an odd-looking necklace around Sylvie’s neck. “What’s this?” she asked defensively, her hands posed on her hips. 

“It's a perception filter,” The Doctor explained, “It’ll make you all but invisible to everyone out there. It’s what the TARDIS uses to stay out of sight. This is sort of the…portable version.”

“Why do I need it if I’m out searching for Loki?” asked Sylvie. She’d finally convinced him to let her go out on her own. Now that the sky was greening over, and the TARDIS seemed to be heading toward a functioning state the greener it got, The Doctor had concluded that Loki could be as close as blocks away (although he could still be as far off as Greenland). 

“Because you’ll stand out like a Dalek at Woodstock if you don’t move quietly. If you need to catch anyone’s attention, you can remove it, of course. Or just shriek and bounce around like an ape, I suppose, but that may backfire…”

Sylvie grunted impatiently. “I can feel it…I think he’s close.” 

“I still think you need to wait around here, and that he’ll find us first,” The Doctor mumbled. “But it does feel like something’s in the wind, doesn’t it?”

Even Sylvie couldn’t deny anymore that the effects of the collapsing timeline were making her feel antsy. It was like staying in a room with a hot shower running, the steam was growing so hot and thick it was making it difficult for Sylvie to breathe deeply. 

“Still, even with the perception filter on you, don't go too far,” The Doctor warned. “This entire reality is as delicate as glass. You meet the wrong person and who knows what’ll happen.” 

The blonde woman went to the door. “Fine. I’ll stay about.” 

She walked out into the green morning as people in the park were looking up, oddly calm for watching the sky turn an unnatural color. Many had their cell phones out. Children even looked amused. Only a few older people looked upset. One man in a priest’s collar was on his knees in frantic prayer. 

Sylvie was able to weave around the distracted people without much effort, leaving the park and heading up the nearby hill. She felt like a shadow, slipping in and out of the cracks in peoples’ consciousness. The discretion made her feel safe. Perhaps the sooner she got back to her little deep-fried corner of paradise, the better for her own mind. 

Many people in this neighborhood looked like they spent their lives with their noses in the air, but they were all human. Sylvie would know the second her fellow Asgardian was nearby. He would be the only one in a sea of mortals. Her stone would likely react, as would her senses. She was on guard. 

After nearly an hour, she decided to head in a different direction right before something made her heart jump as she spotted it from the corner of her eye. 

A man with a frighteningly familiar silhouette to Loki’s was on his phone, wearing sunglasses and a power-blue sweater, standing casually outside a coffee shop. In his free hand, he held a carrier with two large cups fitted inside. His body language looked rehearsed, meant to make him blend in with the crowd as much as possible, as if trying to hide. His head was down, the brim of his baseball cap down over his eyes, further concealing his identity.

Sylvie could hear what he was saying into the phone with her superior hearing. “I’m not leaving for the set until the end of the week, darling--”

She went cold as his face came into focus. Loki! Impossible! 

She gripped the pendant, moving to yank it off in order to capture him, but before she could, she did something she wouldn’t normally do: she stopped to think before she acted. 

He’s human, she thought. He’s speaking to a lover, and Loki has none. 

“--wear whatever you want to the awards dinner, sweetheart, but you know I love the yellow best on you,” the imposter blathered on. 

Sylvie rolled her eyes and took a step around the corner, keeping the filter on. He’s only the imposter The Doctor mentioned. 

She thought briefly that she might kidnap the man, perhaps he could be of use to her. She took three large steps in the man’s direction, when his head suddenly shot up and swung in her direction. She was only about ten feet from him. 

His eyes narrowed, as if he were looking right through her. Sylvie could sense that he had experienced a chill, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. 

“On second thought, Zawe, I’ll go for the other things in a bit...I don’t know, I just got an odd feeling. I’ll be home in ten minutes. I think I’ve seen enough of this sky.” 

Quickly, but discreetly, the Loki Imposter hung up his phone and briskly started walking past Sylvie, still not fully aware of her presence. 

She could have stalked him home. She could have captured his wife and held her until he gave up any information he had. Alas, Sylvie chose for the second time both that day and in her life to exercise caution, and she turned away from the actor, going back to the TARDIS with nothing to show for her journey. 

Things are heating up!! What will happen when The Doctor, Sylvie, you, and Loki all finally meet face-to-face? Stay tuned for the third act of Time and the Trickster!

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The Onion + Loki (4/?)

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 9: Look Up

Sylvie begins losing her patience as her relationship with The Doctor becomes frosty, making her secret more difficult to keep. Just as things begin to feel like heaven, you are shown the truth about the rueful fate that awaits Loki upon his return to the TVA, and decide that you no longer want to be a part of it.

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“If the Stone is strong enough to pull you out there,” said OB, pointing nervously out toward the Loom, “Then I think it’ll work. The stones are not like magnets. Likes will attract if two active ones are within range.” 

“I hardly think across time and space is within range,” Sylvie frowned. It looked like she would have to do all the dirty work herself…as usual. She should have never gone with him, not back in Oklahoma, not when they first met. 

Mobius couldn’t pull himself away from the small window, as if he could somehow summon Loki back to the TVA, wherever he was. “Or, you could stop this right now and…”

“...and what?” Sylvie snapped,usually refusing to even speak to the blonde man who was seemingly in love with Loki. 

He didn’t look away or miss a beat. “You could do it. Take his place.” 

OB shook his head. “Her powers are weaker than his--”

“---I’m NOT weak!--”

“--you’re still a Loki! An Asgardian! It’s not about power, it’s about your goddamn bodies, okay?” Mobius reasoned bitterly. “You can handle being out there without noodling-out. You can unwind the timelines.”

“Be that as it may,” said OB, “I don’t think any of this should happen until Loki is back with us. He’d be locked forever in whatever reality he’s in, and for all we know, it could be the one where bear-sized seahorses run the Earth!”

Sylvie raised a skeptical eyebrow. OB shrugged. “I…I just don’t think he’d like living in that one.”

She frowned. “I’m just going to bring him back,” she decided. “I’m not sticking my neck out for him anymore.”

Mobius scoffed and muttered under his breath. “Anymore?” As Sylvie walked toward the door, Mobius caught her by the shoulder. “Did you ever?” 

She gritted her teeth and roughly shrugged him off. “He’s a Loki, like me, he can handle himself.”

“Yeah, but the thing is, Sylvie,  the more I hear you speak,” Mobius stood up a little straighter, “The less I’m convinced you are a Loki.”

For someone who refused to go by the name, Sylvie became quite taken aback at the insult. Pouting, she opened the door and stepped into the expansive void, the chaos before her slowly turning into a massive pretzel of dying realities. 

Without waiting to have any doubt, Sylvie chucked the small gray-green Time Stone into the Loom. She began to feel herself being yanked along with it…

Snapping back into the moment, Sylvie found her conscious brain back in the TARDIS with the strange, mercurial little traveler. 

She got the feeling if The Doctor knew who she really was, he’d urge her to do what Mobius had. There was a real vibe of “do-gooder” about him (made sense, given his chosen moniker). Hell, he’d probably ask for Loki’s autograph, for it seemed as much as she tried to emphasize that her mission was to return him, The Doctor kept prying her with irrelevant questions…all about him, of course. 

“So, is he a natural ginger like in all the paintings?”

“No. It’s black hair.” 

“Is he a prankster?”

“Not really, not like he once was.” 

“Did he really kill Balder?”

“Who?”

“What about Sigyn?”

“What’s that?”

The Doctor looked up at Sylvie with cautious curiosity. Her story was compelling. Apparently, in some realities, multiple versions of oneself could exist in tandem, the loophole being a difference in their DNA. Ooh, everything he was learning by being here! 

“For being so close to the God, you don’t seem to know a lot about his history, Sylvie,” he said. 

“I never knew him before just a little bit ago,” Sylvie shrugged indifferently. 

“And he’s running away from fixing all of this,” The Doctor added. “Selfish Trickster Loki, just like the legends.” 

“It’s a self-sacrifice,” she replied, “I supposed anyone would run from sacrifice if they had the chance.”

The Doctor shook his head. “Oh, I have known so many who would prove you wrong.” 

“Like her?” Sylvie pointed to the framed photo of Rose Tyler. The Doctor only looked at it for a moment. 

“Yeah, Rose, she was one of the most selfless.” 

“You have affairs with mortals?” Sylvie asked, a hint of disgust in her voice. “Don’t you find that to be a bit draining when they die?”

The Time Lord nodded, but then tweaked his lips into a thoughtful scowl. “Well yeah, but the amazing things they do for the world, for the universe…for me…in the end, not one of them died in vain. Every day I make sure that continues to be true.”

Sylvie paused. She was always so stepped in self-preservation that the notion of sacrifice was a foreign concept to her. Everything that was done had to be for her benefit, and on her terms. That was how she survived on her own for as long as she had. 

“Sylvie, may I see the stone again? Perhaps I can triangulate the location of the other stone using yours,” said The Doctor, rather presumptuously. Sylvie rolled her eyes in her trademark way, handing it over once more. 

The Doctor held it up to his left eye, twisting it under the dim gray TARDIS light. 

He noticed something he hadn’t before: a crack. The stone was cracked. Perhaps that was why it didn’t seem to hold the power over the TARDIS that Loki’s stone seemed to have from whatever distance he was away. For some reason, he didn’t tell her when he handed it back. 

“He may not be as far as we think,” The Doctor added. “But this isn’t strong enough to pick up much of a connection beyond these walls.”

“I don’t care,” Sylvie protested. “We don’t have time, and you know it. He has to go back.”

She went ignored. That was another thing she couldn’t stand about this fellow: his attention flitted about like a hummingbird. His full gaze could only be on her for a few seconds before a thought pulled him back into himself. She couldn’t help but feel like the more time she spent with The Doctor, the less convinced he was by her story. 

Maybe staying in an inane, collapsing little world like this wouldn;t be so rough. After all, wasn’t it identical to Oklahoma in mediocrity? She would never again be burdened by magic, space tyrants, or two-faced trickster gods, and there were McDonald's restaurants everywhere! Maybe this was where she belonged, or at least always wanted to be. 

But this world, like all the others, was dying. If she had any chance of staying here, she had to convince Loki to go to the Loom…and she had to do it without making him realize that she very well could do it herself. It was something she’d instinctually known all along. Of course she wasn’t going to let on to anyone else that she knew that any Loki variant could sit upon the old gilded throne of stories. 

She began to leave. “Where are you off to?” asked The Doctor, going back to the console. 

“Just stepping outside for air,” she replied casually.

“Don’t go far. You probably have a doppelganger here too. No telling what could happen if--”

But she’d already shut the door behind her, cutting off his warning. Sylvie looked up, and she was instantly glued to where she stood, paralyzed with fear by the appearance of the sky. 

Loki couldn’t sleep.

He sat at the rickety table by the window, peeking behind the blackout curtains that kept the early morning sun away from tired eyelids. Wrapped loosely in a robe, he had his legs up on the table, crossed at the ankle, as he sipped from a mug of bitter coffee courtesy of the third-rate brewer that came with the suite. He had a lot to think through.

You were sprawled out on the bed, naked, your chest exposed to the air (Joey had never come in last night, having the feeling he would only be a third wheel in the room). He smiled as he looked at you briefly, beautiful in repose.

I could stay with her forever.

Such a feeling had once been foreign to him, but it seemed a bit more prevalent since he was first arrested by the TVA. Mobius extracted that feeling from him. Perhaps Thor once had, in a brotherly manner, long before fate (and some very difficult decisions) separated them.

But life with you, stuck here in this pittance of a universe where magic was as much a myth as he was, would be days of laughs, nights of love, and adventures of a different sort, that few superpowered wanderers understood.  Once in a great while, Loki began to think that an existence in a mortal world might not be the prison of mediocrity that he once thought it to be. How bad was it? Mobius had once chosen that life, and it suited him well enough.

Funny, for all the beautiful immortal princesses and princes he’d met in his millennia, Loki was only just starting to understand quiet, intimate love. And it was two humans who were defining it for him more than any god ever did. 

Yet Fate was still tugging at his sleeve, nagging him. Should I really be keeping my secret from her?

Maybe it wasn’t fair. You had no idea that you were helping lead Loki to a fate that, in ways, was worse than death. The loneliness Loki was staring down, only able to watch like a spectator as Mobius played with his sons, OB fiddled at his counter, and as you and Joey got high and watched Marvel movies.

There was a knock at the door. Loki peeked beyond the curtain again.

Margaret, the woman whose family owned the property you were staying on, was in the doorway with a covered tray.

“Just a moment,” Loki called, raising his voice. Margaret saw him and nodded patiently.

He crawled onto the bed and folded himself over your body. Your breaths were slow, shallow, and regular. He didn’t want to wake you, but he also didn’t want you to be exposed to anyone who wandered in, He stroked your cheek with the back of two of his fingers, calling your name softly in your ear until you were gently aroused…and woken up.

It hadn’t been a dream after all! You smiled slowly as you looked up into your new lover’s face. 

“Lo…Loki?”

“Good morning, love,” he said, kissing you tenderly. “I’m sorry to wake you so unceremoniously, but the owner is at the door, and you’re still wearing the lovely outfit you had on last night.”

“Oh…oh…Oh!” You were bare as the day you were born.

You shot up and ran into the bathroom, grabbing the pile of clothes you’d stashed in there carelessly last after Loki carried you back to the room, wrinkled from the spring, eager to make love again on the bed. In seconds, you were dressed and back out into the main room, where Margaret was just setting down and revealing a large tray of brunch items: fruit salad, bacon sandwiches cut into palm-sized triangles, two large glasses of orange juice, and a large bowl piled high with seasoned potatoes. It smelled delightful, even from across the suite.

“They said you don’t get much fresh food on the boat, other than fish,” she said. “If you are leaving tonight, you may as well tuck in while you’re here!”

You rolled your eyes, “We’re really leaving in the evening?” Iceland was growing on you.

Margaret shrugged. “I said that was not a good idea either, and that you may have another night here, no extra charge.”

You smiled warming and went for a bacon sandwich, “Well, free room on land for another night, I’d say—”

“—we’ll talk to Joey and Carrie about it,” Loki interjected. “Are they around, by chance?”

You looked at him oddly. He looked a little too eager to get offshore.

“They’re eating and getting supplies down the road,” answered Margaret, “They seem to be amenable to staying as well.”

Loki nodded and looked at you with a smidge of concern.  “Well, we will let you know when they return. Excuse me, Y/N,” he brushed past you awkwardly and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you alone with the proprietor.

She was a middle-aged woman, short, squat, and vaguely reminiscent of Mrs. Potts from one of your favorite VHS tapes from childhood: Beauty & the Beast. Even so, she smiled slyly and giggled like a mischievous schoolgirl, taking about half of her life off of her face instantly.

“He looks like Loki!” she said excitedly. “You’re a lucky woman!”

Am I?

“I am,” you said quietly.

“Do you watch the shows and films?” she asked. “I am a big fan of him!”

You shrugged, ready to make a joke about stopping at the TV show, when Margaret’s shoulders dropped. “Very sad ending, of course.”

You stopped breathing. “What?”

“The ending,” she said, as if you already knew, “With the tree? It was lovely, but so hard to watch!”

You were clueless, but even the basic descriptor of “sad” was ominous to you. “I’m sorry…I didn’t…uh…we dropped our subscription last year, so I never…what happened?”

Her face dropped further. “Oh, I spoiled it. I’m sorry!”

“No! No…wait,” you said, looking back to the bathroom door. “I…uh…want to see what happens.”

The landlady looked at you with more than a little concern. “Well, I have the service in my den,” she said.

There was something missing at the end of the story, something Loki still wasn’t telling you. Something big.

“Loman?” you called loudly.

“…yes?” he asked from behind the door, the shower stall turning on.

You rolled your eyes. He wanted to be alone. He was clearly perturbed, either by the disruption, or the information that you were setting sail. Perhaps leaving him to be for a few hours was a good idea.

“Margaret is going to show me something in her house. I’ll be back later,” you said.

“Stay safe,” he replied. “If I may, I’m going to—”

“—take your time, love, there won’t be any real showers for another week and a half,” you said, listening for anything further from him before leaving for Margaret’s house, located beyond the property and right on the shore.

Fucking spoilers!

Margaret was trying to get you to drink some tea to snap you out of your semi-catatonic state. You refused to grip anything she put into your hand, staring out from your seat in her rocking chair at the screen, which had long begun to auto-play the first episode of Ms. Marvel as you processed what you’d just seen.

“Y/N?” she asked. “I’m calling a doctor if you don’t speak to me.”

You were entirely desensitized. You didn’t know what to feel. Maybe it wasn’t real. The films and shows weren’t 100% with their details, as Loki had confirmed, perhaps this was some Shakespearean, dramatic conclusion to get Tom Hiddleston out of his contract. Loki would have told you if the entire time, he was really going off to imprison himself in a cage of his own making for all time. Watching, never interfering, his destiny confused for that of Atlas.

This whole time…I was bringing him closer to that?!

You got the feeling Loki would have preferred death to what you’d just seen play out. Giving his body to an Yggdrasil of timelines, only he could hold them aloft for all eternity, keeping them apart and keeping creation safe within each,

No, I won’t. Loneliness is his worst fear…I won’t lead him to the throne.

“Oh, Loman, I’m glad you’re here!” Margaret was saying from further away. As you regained consciousness, your host was letting Loki in, his face full of concern for you.

“Y/N—”

“—I’m going home,” you muttered, insecure in your declaration but choosing to commit to it all the same. Refusing to look at anyone, you got up, simply and neatly, only acknowledging Margaret as you attempted to maneuver around Loki, the last person you wanted to see, Regardless, he stopped you by throwing a single, strong forearm across your chest as you made an attempt to walk by.

“What did you just say?”

“Let go!”

“No.”

You growled, trying to get around the god-made barricade, to no avail. “Listen, she just showed me everything!”

“Y/N, please let me explain!”

You sucked in your breath in a vain attempt to look confident as you finally looked him in the eye. “Tell me it’s not what you’re going to do.”

Margaret began backing into the kitchen, “I...am going to wash something,” she mumbled awkwardly, shutting the sliding wooden door behind her,

“Y/N, let’s sit—” he went to touch your cheek in the tender way that sent shivers of pleasure down your legs, but you shook your way out of his grasp.

“Tell me right now…was this going down the whole time?” you asked with every cell radiating urgency,

He looked as if you’d correctly accused him of serial murder. He was easy enough to read, and he was telling you everything you needed to know.

“And you kept this from me so I wouldn’t know where I was bringing you the whole time, huh? Because keeping the taxi driver in the dark is always such a great idea!”

“You’ve moved the earth for me,” Loki replied, “I could have you thinking it would be for this.”

“For nothing?”

“No, for everything!” Loki insisted. “I have to go, and I have to go for you.”

Your heart went cold. Loki would endure eternal torment…and he was going to do it in your name. What was the term he’d used? “For all of us”?

For that bitch Sylvie too, apparently, you thought woefully.

“So…” you said, pausing for a moment and stepping away when Loki took a step toward you.

“All this time…I was bringing you closer to the worst thing that could ever happen to you.”

“No! Y/N don’t you dare look at it like that! You’re saving reality by delivering me back to the TVA—”

“—stop,” you said, stepping back and putting up a hand. “I’m not going to be complicit in this anymore. I’m not your warden. I’m not showing you the path to your doom,”

“Y/N, please!” he tried again.

You opened the front door, turning away and refusing to look back. “If Joey wants to continue taking you to your execution chamber, that’s his prerogative. I’m finding a way to get back to Syracuse.”

“No—”

“—goodbye, Loki,” you said bitterly between clenched teeth.

You looked up. Carrie had been standing there a whole time, out of breath.

“Loki….? Never mind,” she said, her voice heightened in a panic. “We need to leave soon.”

“I’m not going,” you repeated before she stopped you.

“Something’s up! Look at the sky!” she said, yanking harshly on your wrist and dragging you outside. Loki followed.

“Carrie?”

“JUST LOOK AT THE SKY!”

You and Loki looked up. The sky was green, and not even the natural green of a field or anything found in nature. The sky was bright green, like a neon sign, or a lime…or a Time Stone.

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"Time & the Trickster"

A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 8: For Now

While stranded in Iceland, you and Loki share an intimate moment, finally deciding to surrender to your feelings. In England, Sylvie tries to get The Doctor on her side.

CHAPTER WARNING (18+): smutty descriptors, semi-public nudity, the sex in this chapter isn't descriptive (I wanted to keep it tamer this time, it's all written poetically and at the very end)

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Your head was spinning, throbbing, completely thrown into a sensory nightmare as it made attempt after attempt to recalibrate and reground you. 

Where am I? 

Currently? Sitting upright on a bed, in what appeared to be a small, well-kept suite. You were conscious of a pillow propped up behind your neck. 

Where is here?

Inside a hotel somewhere on the coast of Iceland, though nowhere near any major population hubs like Reykjavik. 

Who is here?

Loki was sitting beside you, a cup of water in hand. Joey was perched at the end of the bed, doing research on his beyond-cracked phone. 

What’s happening?

Your boat sank, leaving you stranded like Mary Ann and Gilligan with no way off the island. 

Now what?

You had no idea. 

“Water?” Loki asked. 

You gently shook your head. “I’m fine. Just a little lightheaded still.”

“Lokes, can I ask you something?” muttered Joey, his voice low. 

“Yes?”

“How have you been feeling? Any more signs of the timelines caving in or whatever?” he asked. 

Loki bit his lip and looked at you with concern. “I can’t imagine your bodies would be capable of noticing yet, but the air is getting denser, and there’s this….”

Taking out his time stone, it was shining brighter than you’d seen it yet. All three of you leaned in to observe it.  “...it won’t stop glowing now. It’s as if we’re moving toward something that’s empowering it. I think it’s a good sign, but I wish I knew for certain.” 

“But you can’t, like, use it?” Joey suggested with uncertainty. “Touch it and make a wish?”

“You don't think if I could I would have?” Loki twisted his lip with just a twinge of sass. “It would have saved us a sunken boat and two weeks of sailing with that rather bitter couple.”

Your brother shrugged and looked around. “Yeah, they’re not happy right now. Glad those two got their own room.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, joining the conversation. “But how long are we stuck here? Need I remind you both, we aren’t exactly here legally.” 

“Carrie and Shane are going to salvage the yacht in the morning, then we’ll know. The family that owns this place has the equipment, and they’ve already offered to help,” Joey explained. “You were kind of leaning on him the whole discussion, though…” he said, indicating Loki. 

“Sorry,” you moaned, lying back, “I’m kind of blacking out intermittently. I don’t even remember how we got up here, or what even happened after Loki and I--”

You trailed off, realizing that your last member was of his face pressed against yours, lips entwined. You felt yourself go hot all over. 

“Then we’ll all go to bed,” Loki proposed, breaking the tension. “But you should finish this off first.” He held out the cup of water in his hand. You sighed, taking it reluctantly and draining it with one long sip. Not caring that you were still in your clothes, you rolled under the bedsheets, which were much softer and cooler than the ones you’d grown accustomed to on the boat. 

When Loki didn’t move to get in beside you, you gave him a sad look. “Perhaps you should take the whole bed tonight, if you’re still ill.”

You shook your head a little too quickly, and it took everything in your power to hide how much the jerky motions sent your vision blurry. “I want you here, next to me. You saved my life.”

He looked at you with sympathy, and perhaps with more. Joey awkwardly cleared his throat as he pulled two earplugs out of his pocket. “Good thing I swiped these from the first aid kit.” 

You gritted your teeth in annoyance. Loki looked unconvinced, but he agreed and slipped in next to you. Joey flipped off the lamp between the two beds, shoving the foam buds into his ears and turning away from you, facing the window. 

“Y/N,” you could hear Loki whisper, inches away from your ear, “there’s something you need to understand--”

“--I know,” you cut him off. “I can’t be allowed to feel like this. I know that you can’t stay here with me forever.” 

He didn’t answer. You carried on. “But maybe this doesn’t have to be about forever.” 

You felt the sensation of a single finger begin to run up and down your face, followed by a shallow sigh from your bedmate. “Loki, never in my life would I imagine that you would be here, saving me from drowning, jetting halfway across the world. I’ve decided that I don’t want to waste this crazy chance encounter.”

He still wasn’t replying. Your heartbeat was beginning to pick up, which he must have sensed, for her cupped your cheek in his palm, as if to quell your nervous shakes. 

“Loki…can I just love you for now?” you asked meekly, your voice cracking with insecurity. 

A single word from Loki finally cut off your monologue. 

“Yes.”

“And maybe you could…” you weren’t sure if you wanted to finish your sentence. “Maybe you could love me for now?”

You held your breath for several seconds, until the cool, soft lips against your brow broke the tension. 

“Please, let me say one thing before I answer,” Loki asked. “Things happen to the people I open up to…bad, bad things. Some of them can defend themselves, but--”

“--I just hit my head on a rock and nearly drowned at sea,” you interjected. “I’m thousands of miles from home and in bed with a man who doesn’t exist. I think I’m at least a little aware of the dangers you’ve brought down upon Joey and I.” 

You could hear him chuckle under his breath. “Yes, I suppose so.” 

You could tell his thoughts were drifting away from you, perhaps toward some of those ‘others.’ Like Sylvie. 

“Whether I’m in your arms for a day or a lifetime, it’s where I want to be,” you said quietly, letting yourself smile as Loki ran a gentle thumb over your lower lip. “I can feel you’re fighting it, Loki, but the way you kissed me tonight…what did it mean to you?”

“It meant that I nearly lost you, and was relieved enough that I kept you...”

Your heart dropped, until he amended his answer.

“...and that I wanted to kiss you.” 

He kissed you again, but this time you could barely feel it.  “However, you’re still recovering from a head injury. Now isn’t the time for an illicit tryst.” 

You pouted, grateful that at least he couldn’t see your frowning face. “Then, when is the time?” 

Feeling a long, strong arm slip itself under your head, you rolled onto your side, leaning your head onto Loki’s shoulder. 

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow!”

The Doctor was still unsure he was understanding Sylvie correctly. She was a God. A God from a Parallel Universe called Asgard, much like the ancient stories from Norway. In fact, she was an altered version of the Trickster God himself, Loki, here to collect him and bring him back to fulfill some grand purpose that would save the timelines and send everyone back to where they came from. 

And she wanted to go out into the world to find this Loki tomorrow? It would take him a week to figure out what was going on in the first place, and why this was involving him at all! This mysterious woman had only appeared hours ago, and the communication barrier between the two of them was no closer to being breached than it had been when she’d arrived.

“Doctor, he’s the cause of all of this!” Sylvie insisted, still intrigued somewhat by the box of enormous temporal anomaly.”He could be anywhere in the Realms!”

“What Realms?” The Doctor muttered, throwing several crumpled paper maps leading to various places and planets across the TARDIS console. 

She’d spent the entire night attempting to explain it to him. Well, in the way she saw things, anyhow. It had been very fortunate that her stone had worked, once she’d seen how it shot Loki clear through the air and at the Loom, where he’d disappeared into nothing. Hopefully, OB’s theory had held, and the stones would attract one another, leading Sylvie to the same timeline that Loki had wound up in. 

This Doctor fellow was also a foreigner to this reality, it seemed. However, his understanding of time and space did not match any that she’d ever heard of. Her already-short fuse was burning through just listening to his mile-a-minute blather. He was worse than Loki. At least Loki took breaths between his sanctimonious soliloquies. 

“Does this timeline have only one?” she asked. 

“Well, maybe, some parallel worlds might count, but those are just different threads of time running alongside one another at different speeds and outcomes,” The Doctor reasoned. “It seems closer to my reality than to what yours sounds like. My reality has a big fat time rift running through Cardiff, but not this one. Just my luck,” he mumbled, lowering his voice in disappointment, “I land in the one universe where literally NOTHING FUN EXISTS!” 

Sylvie took a step back and raised an eyebrow at his sudden, brief outburst, which left as quickly as it came on. The Doctor returned to his smiley, pleasant default. 

“Sorry about that,” he said quickly. “But you did say this was Loki, right?”

“...yes.”

“Ahhh!” The Doctor began thinking out loud again. “Loki, Loki’s a figure of lore and legend around here, but he’s somehow real! Sort of like…like…” he stood up and looked at Sylvie with amazement as the wheels turned in his brain. “Me!” 

“You?” asked Sylvie, rolling her eyes and wishing he’d slow down for five minutes. 

“Oh Sylvie, you and Loki aren’t the only legends that came to life on this planet!” The Doctor said. “The realities are beginning to ensnare…YES! I can feel the stickiness in the air now…it’s unsettling, can’t you feel it??”

The Doctor grabbed Sylvie’s wrist, dragging her out of the police box and into the pre-dawn breeze. Indeed, she could feel as if the currents around her were a little heavier, a little more difficult to ignore. 

“We’ve fallen through the knots in the time streams, Sylvie! We’re reality where we belong, but only stories here, because with the infinite universes that can be created and destroyed with a single decision, surely there are some where our very existences are contingent on the creative processes of--”

“--oh, do shut up!” Sylvie groaned. “Why can’t we go looking for him?”

The Doctor stopped his thought, looking a little saddened that his dramatic, exciting epiphany was halted in its tracks. This newcomer was helping him figure things in his head, but she wasn’t exactly the most pleasant presence. While in his eye, ambition usually painted a lovely picture, he couldn’t help but imagine that Rose would be asking questions, suggesting something different…letting him finish his speeches, at least! 

“Where? WHERE do we look, Sylvie? Do you even know the topography, the geography, the physics, ANYTHING about this world?” He looked at her with desperate intensity. 

She knew the answer, but she could never admit it, even to herself. 

“The stone could help us,” she suggested. “He has one as well. Besides, I’ll know when my alternate self is nearby.” 

“He has one? You didn’t mention that!” The Doctor plucked the gray/green time stone out of her fingers, holding it less than an inch from his eyeball.

“Yes, but it’s stronger than this one…and bright green.”

As if on cue, the TARDIS gasped once, and the dim gray light within yielded to the very same bright hue. 

“...like that, Sylvie?” he asked, pointing at the light through the open TARDIS door. “Like that?”

She nodded silently. “Exactly like that.”

The Doctor ran back inside, Sylvie trailing and closing the door behind her. He looked over the dashboard and licked his lips, making countless calculations and theorems on the fly in the time it took Sylvie to reach him. 

“Oh, perhaps we don't have to meander far at all, my friend,” The Doctor whispered. 

Sylvie leaned in, reaching over for the time stone that he still held. He didn’t mind when she snatched it back, and the room went dim again. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, the TARDIS has been trying to tell me something in spite of the time vortex blockage…it’s been doing this for oh, about three weeks, and it did it again when you showed up, only to match your colors.”

“Get to the point?” Sylvie asked, her patience officially gone.

The Doctor shrugged and leaned back. “Sylvie, I don’t think we have to go searching for Loki at all...I think Loki’s making his way to us.”

You were much better after eight hours of sleep, which brought you to late-morning. Loki had clearly been awake for hours, as he was just coming in the door with Joey when you stirred for the first time. 

“They retrieved the yacht already,” Loki announced upon seeing that your eyes were open. “Has a lovely hole in the side of it.”

“It can be ready the day after tomorrow if Shane and Carrie work on it all day,” said Joey. “There’s not nearly as much damage to the boat as we thought. It just happened in the worst possible spot! Ugh, I need to shit--”

“Thanks for sharing,” you mumbled, your last word rolling into a loud, long yawn. Joey proceeded into the bathroom, slamming the door a little too roughly. 

Loki chuckled under his breath before sitting down next to you on the bed, twisting his side so he could lean over as you sat up. 

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey,” he answered with a sweet half-smile. “How’s your head?”

“Better.” 

Was last night an invention in your scrambled brain? Or did you confess something to Loki in bed last night, encouraging him to allow you into his heart, if just for a few more days?

“Your brother mentioned a hot spring on this hotel property,” Loki mentioned. “Not an artificial pool mind you, but a natural hot spring--”

“--yes, they’re all over Iceland,” you said, shuffling down the mattress to perch next to him with one of your thighs brushing his. “They don’t have volcanoes and earthquakes and all that shit in your universe?”

“Oh, I wasn’t expressing amazement,” he insisted. Taking your hand, he gave it a squeeze that was enough to shoot adrenaline through your system, making you instantly hot.

 “I was just about to remind you, it’s ‘tomorrow’ now, which means it’s time to discuss that illicit tryst.” 

That was it. You could’ve died where you stood, the immediate rush of heated ecstasy betraying you. “And you wanted to…go in the spring?” you encouraged him, trying your best to ignore the sweat beading your brow and your quickening breath. 

Loki nodded. “I’ve been awake for hours. There really isn’t much else around here to put us in a romantic way.”

You wanted to snort at the odd wording. Being ‘put into a romantic way’ sounded as antiquated as being ‘in the family way.’ God, just say it, Loki! We want to make out! Christ! Did all of Asgardians really speak like a Kenneth Branaugh production all the time? You imagined for a moment how exhausting that would be. No wonder the Asgardians were so strong. 

“Where is ‘here’?” you asked. “I never saw a sign.”

Joey called out gracelessly from the bathroom. “SOME LITTLE NOWHERE TOWN ON THE SOUTH COAST!”

You rolled your eyes. “At least we aren’t near a major population center,” you mumbled bitterly. “The less attention we attract while we’re here, the better!” 

It had been a long day. You decided that in order to get the right ambience for your, as Loki put it, tryst, it needed to be dark, or at least twilight. However, in Iceland, the summer sun didn’t set until well after 11pm. You had an entire day to kill, so you all did so by helping to restore the SS Stormbreaker. Joey had already been asleep for hours when you and Loki snuck out the door to visit the spring.

The hot spring was on the farthest edge of the hotel property, behind a maze of wooden fences that wound about this way and that, providing privacy to the guests. Even in the open summer air, you could feel the added humidity as you and Loki found your way to the center of the labyrinth. The spring was a light blue, naturally carved into the bedrock, hot and fizzing. It was roughly the size of a health club’s pool, but not quite as deep. All around were deck chairs, small tables, and fairy lights strung across poles illuminating the air around you. 

“Oh, wow,” you said quietly, not expecting something quite so posh. “And it appears it’s all ours!”

Loki smiled. “This reminds me of the springs on Asgard. From eons ago when I was a boy.”

You looked up at him and began to fiddle with the sash of your terrycloth robe. “Tell me about it, Loki. Please.”

“You don’t know about them? But my life is an open screen to you,” he muttered, a slice of bitterness mixed in with the usual tone. 

You shrugged and took a breath before letting the robe drop, showing that you were bare underneath. You could have sworn Loki’s eyes bugged out the moment he saw your flesh under the rising moonlight. “The films only show us what the writers see. Tell me what you see.” 

It was as if seeing his positive reaction to your body embolden you, and you took a step toward the steps leading into the spring. 

Loki dropped his robe, revealing his own body, but you weren’t looking back just yet. You took a step, and the mild, bubbling water kissed your ankle, causing you to emit a soft sigh of relief after a long day working on a boat. 

“What I see…” Loki began to walk up behind you, “...is more stunning than any film could show me.” 

Finally, the surface reaching your hips, you turned to take in the one thing that even your wildest dreams couldn’t produce for you. Loki’s form was flawless, every curve gracefully defining his musculature, every ankle pointing the way to his best features. For his svelte figure, you didn’t expect so much actual muscle bulging under his skin. Of course, his member was longer when flaccid than any mortal man’s you’d ever seen before when fully erect. 

Damn, Loki, that thing could impregnate an entire convent with a sneeze! You couldn’t wait to feel it for yourself.

“Shit,” you mumbled, “You really are a god. Sure you aren’t Heracles?”

Loki lapped up your earnest adoration and did a slow model’s turn, showing off a rock-hard ass to go along with his massive…everything else. “I assure you, that bubble-brained club-thrower can’t compare.”

“He’s real too?” you asked incredulously. 

He shrugged off your awe. “Of course! My parents forced my brother and I to entertain Zeus’ kids whenever they were in the Realm on a diplomatic visit. The Olympians, I’m sorry to say, are all brawn. Not a creative thinker among them. At least the Iceni can teach you interesting battle styles.” 

You rolled onto your back, letting the water take you into the center of the spring with a slow backstroke. Loki pursued you, though even in the deepest part of the pool, he was exposed up down to his navel. 

Choosing to dip himself under and swim beside you until you found the far wall, Loki watched you with soft, appreciative longing. It occurred to him for the first time since Sif reminded him of their own brief sexual interlude, Loki had been celebate for an inordinately long time. Even kissing Sylvie had been different. It had been a distraction, a last-minute thought. Loki realized as he watched you swim naked that his need for you was solely on his own terms….for once. He wanted to touch and worship you. 

“Y/N…” he backed against the wall and spread his arms over the side, beckoning you to fold into them. 

“Please tell me about those times,” you bade, resting your head against his shoulder and wrapping your far arm across his torso. “The ordinary times. I’m sure they will still be magical.” 

“None so magical as right now,” he whispered, drawing your chin up with a finger, extracting a gentle kiss from your lips. 

As before, when Loki was telling you about his adventures with Mobius, Sylvie, and the TVA, he wove his tales like Arachne weaving a web. The rich, vivid images he painted sent you into his nostalgia, which was held aloft with golden spires and grand throne rooms. It was easy to drift away in his arms to those amazing places you could never see. Every story, from the time he convinced Thor to dress as a princess to trick an evil dwarven prince out of marrying Sif, to the smaller tales of the times his mother taught him magic, sounded like their own film, perhaps a missed opportunity by the corporate yuks in Hollywood to show the real Loki to this world. 

“Mmmm I wish you could take me with you,” you sighed sadly. 

“Mortals don’t last long where I come from,” he replied. “Even if you could come with me, I wouldn’t allow you to see--”

“--see what?” you asked, sitting up. 

He’d spoken too much. There was no way Loki could tell you what he knew awaited him once The Doctor saw to his return. You would be crushed, devastated, and helpless to save him. It was entirely possible, after all you’d done for him, you would try and follow him, likely dying in the process. Loki wasn’t sure you could even survive the way he was tossed through the timelines. 

In his mind, the best way for this adventure to end was him quietly slipping away to make his move to save time and space, wherein he would sacrifice his freedom and friends for the rest of eternity to sit upon a stone throne and hold the whole of creation between his fingers, alone and unable to move from where he sat. For you and Joey, the best epilogue would be a return to your normal lives, with you sitting down every weekend to ‘visit’ with Loki through the filmed stories he’d left behind, like a haunting memory that echoed a little too strongly. 

Loki looked at you and smiled, taken in again by how you appeared under the dim glow of the string lights. How could he have ever foreseen that the most beautiful being he’d ever met would be a human? He leaned in for a kiss, and despite how he was obviously diverting your attention, you chose to ignore it and relish instead. 

The first time you saw Loki on screen, your life changed. Of course, it had started as a girlhood crush on someone you knew well enough was a movie star with an image to unhold once he took off the leather armor and garish helmet. You knew you were one in a sea of millions who felt the exact same emotions as you left the theater time after time, watching every Loki appearance as if it were a Super Bowl. 

You’d even cried before the opening credits of Avengers 3, having watched Loki die in heroic sacrifice. You couldn’t stay for the rest of it. It was the first time you’d walked out of a Marvel movie…yes, you’d even stuck around for Iron Man 2. 

But every moment of that short night, as Loki made glorious work inside you, that younger woman’s broken heart soared above the stars. Your inner voice sang praises to the forces of fate, or God, or whatever it was that brought him to you as a birthday gift. Every thrust of his hips, caress of his fingertips, lick of his tongue against your neck, was a new hymn.

If only you could stop time itself with your duet. Sadly, two words kept echoing like annoying little taps against your apartment wall: 

For now. 

Every dream was only for now, even the ones worth chasing. This intrusive thought only made you hold onto Loki’s shoulders and press your cheek against his chest harder, refusing to let him go. 

For now? For now…

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 6: Two If By Sea

Loki makes a mistake that costs you dearly. You find the clock ticking as your one chance to get out of Boston is put in jeopardy by a bad decision, and you're the only hope Loki has left to save the day.

CHAPTER WARNING: Reader has another panic attack

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You awoke to a delicious smell wafting from the bedside table. Blinking groggily back into the Land of the Conscious, your eyes took a minute to focus themselves. 

“I found breakfast,” said a soft, gentle voice. Loki’s. “I thought I’d do the work and allow you to sleep. You looked rather peaceful, and I know peace has been scarce the past few days. I didn’t want to jeopardize any fleeting chance you had for some.” 

The mammoth structure now fully visible before you had your wordless mouth hanging open. It was nothing short of a tower of varied breakfast (and…non-breakfast?) foods all in one styrofoam tray. The piece of edible art looked entirely too fancy to be housed in such plebeian packaging. 

“Is…that…caviar?” you mumbled. 

“The owner of the diner said it was a…Mermaid Benedict? For such an un-magicked world, I was surprised to learn that you have mermaids…and that you consume their eggs!”

“Whu…what diner?”

“The...uh…Black Sail, I think?”

You shot up upon hearing the name of the most notorious breakfast spot in town. The Black Sail, famous for how A-listers frequently patronized the place for brunch when they were passing through town. The Black Sail, famous for home fries that cost more than a monthly mortgage payment. 

“Awww geez, how much was it?”

Loki shrugged as he came to sit beside you on the bed, throwing a paper napkin over your lap, clearly unable to sense the less-than-pleased tone of your voice. 

“Ninety credits? I simply gave them what was left in the wallet.”

“WHAT?!” You jumped up, shocked. “Loki, tell me this was all you got!”

He shrugged. “I thought Joey would return with more money, so I…got one for each of you.” 

You nearly passed out. “Oh…oh…Loki…that was really all that was in the wallet, wasn’t it?”

He nodded silently, his face unyielding. “I didn’t realize. I…oh…”

Your anxiety disorder was beginning to give birth to itself again, and the realization that Loki had mistakenly spent your entire cash stash on two overstuffed seafood brunch towers was triggering you again. 

Before the heat in your face could spread throughout your chest, you felt a cold hand on yours, gently pulling you back to the bed. 

“Joey isn’t here, but I am…”

Somehow, the mantra worked, and your tremors were already beginning to ebb. You began rhythmically sucking in breaths and letting them out, not realizing that Loki was watching you with concern and mirroring your breaths to a lesser degree. 

“Norns, Y/N, I shouldn’t have, and I’m truly--”

You threw up a quiet hand, not needing his frantic apologies to add to the tension in the room. Instead, after signaling for him to be silent, you gripped his hand tightly and continued grounding yourself, trying to bring yourself around without your brother’s help. 

After several minutes of silence, your senses slowly crawled back, although your head was roaring. Loki suggested that you have water, but you disagreed.

“Let’s just eat these,” you countered as you indicated the pair of expensive meals beside you, “May as well,” you sighed sadly. 

You hated how you were stranded in Boston without a penny, your brother missing, and your teenage obsession putting his arm around you with concern in his eyes at your near-breakdown. How FUCKING embarrassing! Could things get worse?

No, because now you not only had no money for a boat, but now you had no money for a train back to New York, nor any for a few extra nights in the hotel. Things COULDN’T get any worse! 

As you and Loki ate in awkward silence, Joey finally returned, beaming. 

“Hey Sis, guess what?” he said, proud of something. You gave him an exaggerated questioning look to make up for the fact that you couldn’t reply with your mouth full of egg. “I got us a boat! No charge!”

You nearly spat the egg out, but Loki spoke for you: “No charge?”

Joey nodded. “Turns out, the guys Paulie knows owe him a solid, and he’s willing to cash it in for us!”

Finally managing to swallow, the large chunk of masticated food proving difficult to get past the back of your throat at first. “What’s the catch?” you asked. “There’s got to be one.” 

“We have to leave tonight, and we have to meet them at O’Paddy’s this afternoon, discreetly.” 

“I see,” you said with mild disappointment. So, you were going to have to do this illegally after all. But what choice did you have now with no money? You only had three days with the room, and admittedly, the idea of getting the hell out of Boston after only being here a day was appealing. 

Loki looked hopeful at the development, which was enough for you. You still felt a pang of guilt inside for making him worry, and for making him feel guilty about his screw-up. 

“Fine, but if they turn out to be Han Solo and Chewbacca, I’m leaving and taking a raft to London.”

For being a weekday evening, O’Paddy’s was quite crowded. A piano instrumental of ‘Come Out, Ye Black and Tans’ twinkled proudly from a small man playing in the corner, two older men sitting at a table nearby toasting the player with their beers. Several businessmen in half-discarded suits were complaining about their days at the close-end bar. A few college students circled around a basket of fried appetizers. A few older-looking guys were at the far end of the bar, eyes glued to the sports highlights playing on the mounted TV in the corner. Despite the no-smoking sign on the door, there was a vague odor of stale tobacco about the room. It was still only about 5pm, but the pub was so compact and tucked away from any light, it felt as if you would step outside to find it was midnight. 

It was the most Bostonian place you could imagine finding yourself in. 

“So, where are they?” you asked, leaning over and muttering in Joey’s ear, but he was already scanning the room. 

“They’re both in the booth over past the piano man,” Joey said, taking your hand. “C’mon, Sis!” 

You decided to take Loki’s hand with your free one. Not only to keep him close to you, but to help keep you strong in this claustrophobic place. With Joey guiding the three of you down the center of the pub, you hoped no one around would connect Loki’s face to anything familiar. 

As promised, past the piano player’s station was a corner booth tucked behind a wooden column. It looked a bit naturally suspicious to you, like on any other day this would be a mafia boss’ hangout spot. The energy of the spot was a bit off to you, but you still weren’t quite used to the environment. 

You just didn’t do well in small, crowded places. You actually hated bars. If you were to go out with your friends, you would have preferred getting drinks at a sit-down restaurant, where at least there would be room between tables to breathe a little. 

Sitting in the booth were a man and woman with the same fiery red hair. They looked at Joey with narrow, suspicious eyes. 

“You Joey?” asked the woman. 

Joey nodded. “Yeah, I’m Paulie Mac’s friend. This is my sister Y/N, and this is Lo…um…Lo…man.” 

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t have come up with a fake name people will believe?

You extended your hand to shake each of theirs, and the man invited you to sit. “We got Irish nachos, they’ll be out any minute if you want.”

“No thanks,” you said, still somewhat full from the monster brunch you’d had earlier courtesy of Loki. 

“You’d probably better eat up, especially if we’re buying,” warned the woman, lowering her voice and leaning in over the table. “We don’t like weighing down the boat with a ton of unnecessary shit. It’ll be whatever you can throw in a microwave for the next few weeks.”

“Are you saying food is unnecessary?” you raised a skeptical eyebrow. 

“Yes, and so is this favor,” replied the man, which shut you up.

Joey threw up a hand. “Hey, be cool, it’s been an insane week for all of us. We’re all a bit defensive right now.”

After a waitress brought out a heaping plate of waffle fries loaded down with bacon, cheese, scallions, and sour cream, you got down to business, the noises from the piano player covering your scheming. 

Loki looked at you. “You should do as they say and at least try to have something.” He punctuated the gentle request by grabbing a large fry between two long, lean fingers, and slowly inserting it between his lips. You giggled when you saw that he’d left some cream on the corner of his lip. Being bold, you took a single finger and wiped it away softly. 

It’s not fair, he shouldn’t be this adorable, you moaned in your mind. The tender moment led to a look that you and Loki shared…one that sent your brain into a hot fuzz. 

You did as Loki suggested and followed suit, taking a plate and setting a small portion of the appetizer in front of yourself to satisfy him. Joey raised a curious brow before shrugging it off and moving on. 

“I’m Shane, and this is Carrie,” said the ginger man, indicating the snarky woman next to him. “Yes, we’re a couple, and no, we aren’t related. The hair’s just incidental.” 

Carrie supplemented him by adding, “Just so you know, we’re here because we smuggle things. The less you know beyond that, the better, but it’s how we know how to get past the Coast Guard.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” you asked. 

“Very delicately,” said Shane. “And tonight might be the worst night of the year to do this, but it may be our only shot--”

“--unless you want to hang out for another three weeks or so,” added Carrie, taking a waffle fry and nibbling on the corner. “But from what we’ve heard, time’s a factor here.” 

Loki took another piece for himself. “Why is it so difficult to move out tonight?” 

Carrie rolled her eyes. “The Coast Guard starts their annual drills offshore in the morning. It goes on for a while, but it makes getting into international water almost impossible without paperwork or clearance.”

Shane leaned back and crossed his arms. He had very large biceps that strained against his muscle shirt. “We have papers, but our boat isn’t exactly full of hiding places.” 

“And someone like Loman here might have trouble blending in anywhere we dock,” Carrie added. 

“Wait,” asked Loki, “You’re smugglers and yet your boat doesn’t have any hiding places?”

“Loman, it might be wise not to ask any unnecessary questions,” Shane warned. 

This did not satisfy the Asgardian. “Don’t talk to me like that--”

Carrie interrupted. “--are best hope is to leave after dark. Our boat is tied up at Dock 10. It’s about as far out of the way as you can get. The Coast Guard will begin drills at sunrise, but by then we should at least be beyond Halifax.” 

“Get to Dock 10 by no later than 10:30pm,” Shane instructed. “Don’t bring any big bags.”

“And we won’t wait for you if you’re late, either. We need to pick up a few things while we’re over in Europe, so we’re not up for negotiating our departure time.” 

“Understood,” said Joey. “We just need time to check out of our hotel room and pack.”

“Got that, Loman?” asked Carrie, eyeing Loki up and down for a moment too long, a moment that both you and Shane noticed with the same ire. “You don't seem particularly quick on the uptake.” 

The comment seemed to offend Loki, who looked at you and stood up without another word. “I’ll bring us a round of drinks,” he offered, his tone restrained. 

“How are you going to pay for that?” you asked, only to be ignored. 

Loki moved past the piano, not watching exactly where he was going. The musician happened to rise at the same time Loki stepped into his path, and as the God was much taller and heavier than the middle-aged mortal, it was the piano player who was knocked back, causing his arm to knock his tip jar off of the piano, sending it shattering on the wood floor. 

“WHAT THE HELL?” the man shouted, scrambling to his feet. 

Loki turned back and shrugged. “I didn’t see you there--”

“--well, you see me now, punk?” the irate, slightly-intoxicated man challenged, throwing a wild, unaimed fist in Loki’s general direction. It missed wide, but Loki had to lean back in order to avoid it, and that was enough for him to lower his eyebrows in a way that you were familiar with. 

He made that face while confronting Thor on Asgard. He made it again while fighting Malekith, Hela, and Thanos…

You cringed and grabbed Joey’s arm. “Oh shit, he’s going to--”

Loki flicked his wrist upward instinctually, which, of course, produced nothing (although the time stone in his pocket began to twinkle). When he tried it twice more to no avail, Loki responded with physical defense, shoving the man back with a firm palm on his shoulder. 

“HEY! HANDS OFF ME, ASSHOLE!” hollered the man, drawing the attention of several more patrons, as well as the bartender. The second punch got closer to Loki’s face. 

Joey stood up and ran over. You were hoping he intended to pull Loki away from the upset man. Instead, he grabbed an empty beer bottle on his way over and merrily chucked it at the piano player’s head. “Fuck you!” he shouted.

Jesus Christ, Joey! Not now!

Turning back, you saw Shane and Carrie getting up, putting a ten dollar bill on the table, and moving aside as Joey and Loki began to tag-team the drunk piano man. Other patrons were leaping on top of all three of them while the bartender made for the phone on the wall behind him. 

Carrie looked particularly angry at the rowdy turn of events. “You’re going to fucking get us arrested, you clowns!”

“10:30pm, and not a second later,” Shane confirmed before leading Carrie away discreetly. 

“I hate you.” 

Here you were for the second time this week, staring at Joey and Loki from behind a set of metal bars. At least Loki had pants on this time. 

It was 8:45pm, less than two hours before your rendezvous, and two-thirds of your party were stuck in a drunk tank so far away from the bay that if you left and ran without stopping or grabbing your belongings at the hotel, you would hardly make it. 

And that still wasn’t the most dire part of your situation: you couldn’t make bail. 

“...sorry, Sis,” mumbled Joey, his head down. 

“Sorry? SORRY?!” you screamed, pacing back and forth in front of the bars. “You do realize that this is over now, right? All of this! All of this work and traveling is for nothing!

“How do you mean ‘over’?” Loki asked with concern. 

You looked at him with utter disbelief. “I HAVE NO BAIL MONEY! FOR EITHER OF YOU!” Your stress was different this time, manifesting in tears and choppy sobs. “I can’t save you, and time is almost up! Unless we somehow break you out in the next few minutes--”

Loki ran over and grabbed your arm as you walked past. “Listen to me, Y/N,” he cut you off with a low voice, “that is exactly what you need to do!”

You looked at him through your frantic tears, shaking your head nervously. “No…I can’t!” 

“Y/N!” Loki’s voice was soothing and melodic as he pulled you up to the bars before reaching through to cup your face in his palm. “I trust you more than anyone in the Realms right now. I know you can do this. I believe in you.”

You sucked in a desperate breath. “You’re just saying that to get me to be brave enough to do it.”

His smile was sweet, with a glint of mischief in his eye. “And is it working?”

“Dammit, Loki, yes!” you whispered, pressing your face against the bars and meeting Loki’s lips with yours. You only took a second to deliver the kiss, but you would have moved heaven and earth to make it an eternal moment. 

You remained close to the bars as you withdrew your lips. “I…I think they keep the keys behind the guard’s desk. Beyond the metal door.” 

“Cause a distraction so that you can get to that desk, Y/N, and do whatever it takes. Think about what I would do, and do it fast,” Loki instructed. 

You nodded. Loki took a finger and tapped it three times against  the tarot pendant you still wore about your neck.  “Remember, you are my hope. You are my star.” 

How could you possibly accomplish this magnificently illegal task when all you wanted to do was melt through the bars and fall into his arms? Nevertheless, you managed to pull yourself away and spin around on your heels. 

“Go get ‘em, Sis, and hurry!” Joey encouraged you from behind. You fought the urge to flip him off as you sprinted away. After all, he chose to escalate the fight in the bar and turned a scrap into a 911-worthy breakup. 

You were fast thinking when you had to be, but when it came to improvising jailbreaks, you came up short. Nervously, you wondered what kind of distraction you could possibly cause while also going for the keys. You kept running down the long line of holding cells until you turned a corner, running further down until you came by the only other cell with occupants. 

Two skinny middle-aged tweakers were leaning against the wall. They barely twitched when you came up to the door. 

“What you want?” asked the taller of the two, his Bostonian accent so thick you could barely understand it.

“I need you two to freak out so much that the guards all come over here,” you asked, immediately realizing how stupid it sounded. 

“Uh, why should we do that?” asked the other. 

Your head spun. Loki had advised you to do something he would do…

What WOULD Loki do? Ugh, sexy, sexy Loki…

You suddenly thought of Danielle from the bookstore, and how easily Loki had managed to charm her out of nearly a thousand dollars. You bit your lip and couldn;t believe what you were about to do, but only one course of action came to mind, and you got the feeling it was absolutely something that Loki would do. 

“Because I’ll let you look at these!” 

You flipped up your shirt, revealing your simple white bra that you’d had so long, it was a cup size too small. As a result, it really deepened your cleavage, making them look bigger than perhaps they were. 

“Ooooh shit, Bill!” hooted the taller druggie. “She must really need our help!”

The other one chuckled and whistled, slowly getting up from the wall and exaggerating a bow. “My lady, we’re at your service! What can we do for ya?”

“Freak the fuck out, and do it fast!” you implored, rolling your shirt back down. The two men looked at each other and grinned at each other knowingly, showing off their decaying teeth. 

“My lady, you got it.” 

You immediately took off down the hall and snuck around the far corner. From there, you could look one way and see the guard desk, and turn your head the other to have a glimpse of the cell containing your two new allies. You began to hear snarls, screams, and garbled insults from the latter direction. The tweakers were already working. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” the guard on duty was getting up from his deck and peeking his head in your direction. 

You pointed frantically down the hall. “Those guys tried to grab me and now they’re--!”

The guard was already running off down the hallway past you. The scuffle in the cell beyond was turning physical. You wasted no time leaping behind the desk and shuffling through the four drawers. One was files, one was completely empty. 

The third one had several key rings stashed inside, all labeled sloppily with masking tape scribbled over in thick sharpie. You ran your fingers over every one, hoping to god one would be the correct key. 

“FUCK IT!” you grunted under your breath, scooping up every single one and taking off, deciding that you’d run out of time. 

The holding cells in this precinct were lined up in a circular hallway, so you were able to keep running to the left in order to make it back around to Loki and Joey, who were both gripping the bars and looking anxiously for you since the addicts began acting out their scuffle from further down the way.

“Quick, each of you take some, we need to do this fast,” you bade, handing several key rings to each of the men. 

You’d taken five rings in total. You tried yours first, and it didn’t even fit in the keyhole. Loki’s key didn't either. Luckily, Joey was able to cram the keyring he held inside before you needed to try the second key you held.

Everyone dropped their keys at once, and the bustling down the hall came to a stop. 

“Hey, what the--?”

“Shit!” Joey hissed. 

“Run!” you yelled, grabbing Loki’s wrist and practically dragging him behind you as you doubled back the other way in an effort to avoid the cops. 

You found an emergency exit door that led out behind the precinct, and while it instantly set off all of the fire bells in the building, you were able to slip down the street while the rest of the police were scrambling to look for you, as well as whoever pulled the alarm! 

While none of you knew particularly where you were going, you traced your way through downtown, heading for the harbor. It was difficult keeping a quick pace, as the nightlife was beginning to emerge from the shadows, crowding the sidewalks. It didn’t help that Boston roads were mapped out like a toddler’s drawing of a cloud. There was no grid, no numbered streets to gauge where in the area you were. 

You had no way to tell the time as you found the harbor and began counting the piers and dock numbers. “Now remember, it’s a 50-footer, so it’ll be small…” Joey huffed, out of breath as you jogged along in a sad attempt to pick up the pace.

After about 20 minutes stumbling northward along the shoreline, you finally found Dock 10, and Carrie was waving a flashlight, signaling you as you finally approached. 

“Dipshit!” she scowled. “You made us wait until the last minute!”

“What time is it?” Joey nearly spat as he doubled over in exhaustion. You’d never let go of Loki’s wrist, so as soon as you stepped onto the boat, you dropped it. 

“Literally 10:28,” Carrie let you know. “No, let’s get out of here, kids.” 

You could hear the vague sound of sirens growing closer as the yacht pulled out of the pier and began moving out to open sea. Whether or not they were looking for the three of you, you couldn;t possibly know. Still, the further you pulled away from land, the better, as far as you were concerned. 

“I’d go below and get right to bed if I were you, and be sure to turn the lights out right away,” Carrie said simply. “We could still hit the Coast Guard, and if we do, they might not ask to board if it looks like there’s just us.”

“I could sure use it. It;s been a long one, what with bar fights and jailbreak and--”

Joey cut off as he looked at the infuriated look on your face. “--and good night, Sis! Thanks for busting us out!” 

As he went down below deck, you were finally able to take a moment to calm yourself. Loki shuffled beside you. 

“You were fantastic,” he said to you quietly. “We’re on our way now, thanks to you.”

“I only did what you suggested,” you said modestly. 

“Thank you,” he answered, pulling you firmly into his arms and resting his head on top of yours.

While Loki looked absentmindedly at the shrinking lights of Boston Harbor,  your head was turned in the opposite direction, looking out ahead of you into the pitch-black ocean. 

Suddenly, you didn’t feel so well. 

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Loki + Reductress headlines, part 59/?

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Tom Hiddleston photographed on February 18, 2024 at the People's Choice Awards in Long Beach, California

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Tom Hiddleston photographed backstage at the 2024 People s Choice Awards by  Robert Hanashiro