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Fics
Marvel
Bucky Barnes
Dating Bucky Barnes Would Include...
Past Love (f!reader)
Y/N and Bucky talk about his relationship with Steve months after he goes back to the 50s
Boop
Bucky gets triggered into the Winter Soldier on a mission. You do everything you can to get him back, including taking on a dozen SHIELD agents and doing the stupidest thing you’ve ever done in your life
Finally Okay
You're a journalist who gets trapped in the GRC building the night the Flag Smashers attack it. What lengths will Bucky go to to get you back?
Falling Slowly
After a brutal mission, Bucky needs a little reminder about where is home is, or who is home is
Peter Parker
Dating Peter Parker Would Include…
Like You
The first time you and Peter say I Love You doesn’t go as planned
Together
Based off the rooftop scene in the No Way Home Trailer. When the state of Peter’s world gets too overwhelming, he knows he can always rely on you to kiss it better
What I Need to Do
Based on the events of the second NWH trailer. You warned Peter that his plan to send the villains back to their universes was risky. He didn’t realize how risky until he saw you fall from the sky
Matt Murdock
Giving Up
After Matt dies in Defenders, you’re completely wrecked by grief. But when Karen shows up at your apartment claiming he’s alive, you don’t react as expected
Loki
Maybe (series)
You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up
Dating Loki Would Include...
Yelena Belova
For Us
You and Yelena reunite after she takes down Dreykov and the red room
And With the Wind, Came You
After Yelena’s brainwashing is reversed in Black Widow, she stumbles onto your fire escape, where you unexpectedly find comfort in each other
Dating Yelena Belova Would Include...
Legacy
Takes place in 1x04 of Hawkeye. You and Clint are trying to find his watch when someone in a mask attacks you. What will you do when you realize the girl you’re fighting is the girl you once loved and lost?
Druig
See You Again
Thousands of years after going your separate ways, Druig shows up at your apartment with his signature smirk and some bad news. You find yourself falling in love with him all over again…or maybe you never fell out of love
Mahd W’yry
The discovery of your condition, Mahd W’yry, leads to dire consequences for the Eternals. But Druig’s love for you never once falters
Sweetheart
When stopping in Australia to find Gilgamesh and Thena, Druig can’t help but notice they’re not alone. In fact, they have a rather stunning [daughter/son/kid] that they didn’t tell anyone about. And Druig can’t help but flirt with them
foggy dead, karen gone, she and matt not talking, matt in a corporate office that’s not nelson murdock and page, saying he barely goes to hell’s kitchen anymore - i used to have nightmares about this.
I am simultaneously deliriously in love with the ending of Loki season 2 and absolutely loathe it
On one hand…Shakespearean tragedy at its finest, essentially circling back to Loki’s original Thor 2011 character arc by reversing it, and Loki has literally ascended to godhood. In the end, Loki’s ultimate selfless sacrifice was to sit upon the highest throne in the multiverse, and that to me is tragically ironically beautiful
On the other hand…Loki being alone makes me want to burn Marvel studios to the ground and do other unspeakable things
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 4k
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: She's a long one - thanks for your patience. In this chapter, we dig deeper into the reader and Sylvie's unique relationship dynamic. Lowkey proud of the character/relationship development.
The chaos of the world faded away as he held you.
The TVA no longer shook, Mobius wasn’t running around like a madman with O.B., the universe wasn’t collapsing. How could it, when you were holding your universe so tightly you thought you would break his ribs?
You had feared his anger, his resentment - mostly because you knew you deserved it. But Loki didn’t hesitate to gather you in his embrace, arms twisting tightly around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“I missed you,” he whispered.
“I missed you, too,” you whispered back.
“I’m so sorry,” you both blurted simultaneously.
Loki pulled back from you, chuckling with that mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said, caressing your cheek. “You were only doing what you thought was right.”
“So were you.”
“And, about Lamentis -” he started.
You knew what he really wanted to say: ‘About Sylvie.’
“Let’s not talk about that now,” you interrupted.
The image of He Who Remains flashed through your head. The memory of him telling you about the nature of Loki and Sylvie’s relationship. All mere hours after Loki told you he loved you for the first time. You subconsciously rubbed your chest at the heartache.
“We have time,” you continued. “Right, now I’m just happy to be back here.”
Loki’s smile faded to a grimace. You watched as anxiety invaded every inch of his body. He started to bite his nails, but you slapped them away from his face before he could do any damage.
He shot you a look that read: really?
“Bad habit,” you told him.
As a distraction, you slipped your hands into his. He interlaced your fingers before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.
“We might not have as much time as you think, my dear.”
Suddenly, the ground between you and Loki split open. The two of you shot back in opposite directions. The TVA shook violently underneath your feet. Your home was being destroyed in front of your eyes - monitors falling to the floor, screens cracking, windows shattering.
The TemPad in your pocket shot out bright sparks. You shrieked, racing to grab it from your pocket and throw it aside. As soon as it fell to the TVA floor, it exploded, with pieces of metal flying everywhere. A piece of shrapnel was inches away from your face when it suddenly froze, surrounded by a bright green mist. Your eyes turned toward Loki whose hand was outstretched.
“Nice catch,” you said.
The shrapnel fell to the ground, and Loki rushed over to you. He soothed his hand up and down your forearm, and a chill ran down your spine.
Slowly, the ruckus in the TVA simmered until it eventually stood still.
“I need to show you something,” Loki said softly.
This can’t be good.
- – -
You stared out the glass of the observation room. Dox’s bombs had turned the timeline into a horrifying sight. Pieces of pure time floated away into the ether, the lives of those in it forever lost.
What if one of them was where you were originally from? Before the TVA kidnapped you and wiped your memories. You might’ve lost everything, and you wouldn’t have even known.
“So you need He Who Remains’s aura?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the timeline.
“Yes!” Said the chipper voice of O.B., who stood behind you at one of the computers.
“How are we supposed to find him? He didn’t exactly exist in the normal constraints of time. Is there even a past variant of him to find?” You ran circles in your head through all of the variables, all of the possibilities. Nothing made sense, not anymore.
“Renslayer’s working with him - I heard them,” explained Loki. “Casey’s working to track her TemPad, so wherever - or whenever - we find her, we find him.”
“This is such a mind fuck,” you scoffed in frustration.
“Tell me about it,” Mobius laughed.
You jumped as the doors of the observation room opened, slamming against the wall. Casey ran in frantically, TVA guidebook in one hand, TemPad in the other.
“I found her.”
- – -
“I don’t mind a nice skirt, but this corset is eating me alive,” you wheezed, pulling at the fabric across your stomach.
“I, for one, think you look rather stunning,” Loki flirted, shooting you a wink.
“Charmer,” you teased.
“I can’t take you two anywhere,” Mobius groaned.
The three of you stood in Gilded Age clothing on the streets of Chicago. While the 1800s were hardly your favorite era from the timeline, it was beautiful up close.
Mobius walked ahead, but your and Loki’s steps fell in sync. You linked your arm with his, briefly leaning your head on his shoulder.
“I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but -”
“Loki -”
“I need you to know how much you matter to me. You. No one else. Never anyone else,” he hollered loudly. Passerby stared at the two of you, whispering to one another.
“Apologies,” Loki said to them, tipping his tophat.
“I know you care about me Loki, but if you feel the same way for her…” you trailed off, unsure of what you would do. You didn’t even want to think about the possibility of his head turning.
“I don’t,” he exasperated, as if the words pained him to hear. “I thought I was going to die on Lamentis. I’d faced death before, but there was always a way around it. There wasn’t then - I was staring into the face of an inevitable apocalypse. Neither of us were thinking straight and all I did was hold her hand. It was for comfort and reassurance. Not lust, not love, not even affection. All of my affections are reserved for you.”
He put his hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no hesitancy or distraction. The eye contact made you squirm internally, consumed by the bright blue swirls.
“I believe you,” you whispered, softly smiling at him.
Loki’s eyebrows shot up, almost like he was startled.
“Really?” He asked in disbelief.
“Why is that so surprising?” You chuckled, pushing a stray strand of raven hair behind his ear.
“People rarely trust my word,” he said, slowly grabbing your hand from his hair. “God of Mischief and all.”
“I trust you, Mischief,” you said.
I’ve never said that to anyone before.
His eyes glazed over as he smiled at you. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.
“I trust you, too.”
“Hurry the hell up!” You heard Mobius yell from down the block.
You and Loki burst out into laughter. He rarely laughed - it was a beautiful melody to hear.
“Come on then, lover,” you said, pulling on his hand. “We have a fugitive to catch.”
- – -
The three of you had split up, searching the festival for any sign of Renslayer or He Who Remains. Loki and Mobius had wandered off to this magic show by a man named Victor Timely. You, however, decided to walk around the grounds, searching the ins and outs of the crowd.
You smiled at the sighs. Children running freely, laughing with their friends. Families spending quality time together, sharing drinks and popcorn. Couples who got lost in their own little world. You wondered if Loki looked at you the way those men looked at their partners.
Everyone looked so happy. At peace and unaware of the coming war. These were the people you had sworn to protect. It was one thing to watch over them from the prison that is the Citadel, but to see them face-to-face was glorious.
A little girl with blonde hair parted into pigtails ran up to you and crashed into your legs, squeezing them tight.
“Oh!” You startled, looking down at her. “Hello there.”
You bent down to the girl’s height and waved. She waved back with her chubby little fingers.
“Are you alright?”
“She wants to see you,” the little girl said.
“Sorry?”
“She wants to see you,” the little girl repeated. She was so young, her teeth hadn’t even fully grown in. She smiled at you with her gums. “Go to the ferris wheel.”
“Who wants to see me?”
She opened her mouth, as if she was about to answer, but shut it quickly. She giggled before running off into the crowd.
It was like the air had turned cold. Every bone in your body told you not to follow.
Run.
But, before your mind could come to a decision, your legs started to move. You ran after the girl, ducking and dodging between people. The girl ran up the steps of the ferris wheel, disrupting the line of people who were waiting to ride. You ran into a few of them, and could hear their angry calls from behind you.
Once you reached the ferris wheel platform, you went to grab the little girl’s arm to stop her, but your fingers went right through her. You pulled your hand back, before reaching for her again. It wasn’t real - she wasn’t real. Then, she disappeared right between your fingers.
“I know illusions are more Loki’s thing, but I knew you sure as hell wouldn’t have followed me.”
You whipped around to see Sylvie leaning against the rail of the stairs. She looked different than the last time you’d seen her - which, coincidentally, was also when you tried to kill each other. She had grown her hair out into a mullet and ditched her traditional Loki armour for slacks and a long green jacket.
“Well, you’re right about that,” you retorted.
The air was tense between you, but you could tell she wasn’t here to fight. Her eyes held a level of despair and loneliness you knew all too well. She wasn’t even holding a knife, which was a rare occasion.
“I mean you no harm,” she whispered.
“I know,” you started. “Look, I’m sorry. About everything. That wasn’t how I wanted it all to happen.”
Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at you. You could’ve sworn you saw tears build up in her eyes, but she never let them fall.
Stubborn girl.
“You don’t have to say it back,” you added. “I know you’re-”
“I’m sorry, too,” she blurted.
“Is that the first time you’ve apologized to someone?” You asked, chuckling.
Sylvie shrugged, unable to hide the smile on her face.
“I mean, I’m not sorry about trying to kill He Who Remains. After everything he did…to everyone, to me. What did you expect me to do - believe him, trust him?” she sighed, trying to contain her frustration. “But I shouldn’t have hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, you must know that.”
“I do,” you whispered, nodded profusely. “I shouldn’t have hurt you either.”
You walked toward the blonde, drawing her into a hug before she could protest. She didn’t hug you back, but she did drop her head onto your shoulder.
I’ll take it.
“I really am sorry about what happened,” Sylvie said, pulling back from the embrace, eyes pleading with you. “And I hope you don’t hate me for what I’m about to do.
“What -”
Suddenly, footsteps boomed up the stairs and screams pierced your ears. A man emerged from the line, tripping over the stairs, and falling onto the platform. He stood up clumsily before rushing over to you and hiding behind your shoulder.
“What are you doing?!” You scolded, shoving the man off you.
“Victor!”
The familiar voice echoed throughout the platform as Loki entered your view. He pushed past people, running over to you and the man, prying him off of you. Loki held the man up by his collar, towering over him.
“Don’t touch her,” Loki threatened. “You’re clearly very good at getting away-”
You caught a glint of emerald in your periphery. Sylvie had drawn a blade from thin air, pointing it at the throat of the clumsy man.
“Sylvie!” You and Loki both shouted.
Loki moved in front of the man, shielding him from his variant. He held his hands up, trying to reason with her.
“Sylvie, no,” he spoke.
“You stay out of this,” she snapped.
Using her magic, she lifted the man and Loki off their feet. She threw them backwards into one of the ferris wheel cars. She marched over to them, with you right on her heels. The car door slammed behind you.
You ran over to Loki, who was lying on the floor, clutching his side. You slipped your arm around his torso, sitting him up.
“Are you okay?” You asked, moving the hair out of his eyes.
He nodded, gripping your waist as he stood.
“Just wait,” he said to Sylvie. “Just wait one second!”
The blonde woman inched toward her prey.
“You’ve done enough,” she spat. “Now, get out of my face and let me finish my job.”
She swung her blade ferosiously toward Loki. Instinctively, you pushed him out of the way. The blade met your shoulder, cutting through your dress and across your skin. You cried out in pain, gripping your shoulder. Blood dribbled down the fabric of your arm, painting it a gruesome red.
Sylvie’s eyes widened, and she stepped back, dropping the blade to her side.
“No, no,” she whispered to herself. “I’m sorry.”
Loki looked at your arm in horror, and in a blind furry, summoned all his magic. With a flash of bright green, Sylvie had flown back into the window. The glass crunched at the impact, slowly cracking as she fell to the floor.
Sylvie growled as she pushed herself to her feet.
“When you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life,” she yelled at Loki. “You asked me what I would do if one of his variants turned up. And I told you then, I’d kill him.”
Confusion prickled your mind, and you knew you had missed a step. You turned to look at the strange man Sylvie had been trying to kill.
“Oh my god.”
You had been so distracted by the chaos, you’d never looked at him - really looked at him. Behind the glasses and the large hair, it was clear as day. He Who Remains stood before you.
“It’s not him,” Loki said. “[Y/N], my dear, meet Victor Timely.”
The strange man awkwardly adjusted his tailcoat before bowing his head at you.
“Pleasure,” he greeted.
“Uh huh,” you said, frozen in shock.
“Look, Sylvie,” Loki said. “We need him. Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed.”
“Good. Let it burn. Do you care about anything but the TVA?”
“Of course I do!” He shot back, eyes flickering toward you.
“The TVA,” Victor stuttered, grabbing something from inside his coat.
He pulled out a small orange booklet and started flipping through the pages. The TVA guidebook.
“How did you get that?” You asked him.
He didn’t get a chance to answer before Sylvie lunged at him again.
“I know you just want to be left alone to live a life on your branch,” Loki stopped her. “I understand that. But if the loom fails, and the TVA is destroyed, there won’t be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for anyone.”
Sylvie clenched her jaw.
“It’s true,” you chimed in.
Sylvie looked at you and you saw some of the fight disappear from her body.
“We can’t fix this without him,” you continued.
“Stopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very different things,” Sylvie told you. “And working with one of his variants is not going to get you either.”
It was like she was pleading with you, begging you to be on her side. But this wasn’t about sides - it’s life or death.
“Your machete hasn’t solved any problems thus far,” Loki sassed, and you slapped him on the arm.
“Cut it out,” you whispered.
He raised his hands in surrender.
“Do you really think I want to be here?” Sylvie asked you genuinely. “Do you think I’m going to get any joy out of killing this man?”
“Of course not,” you shot back. “You’re doing this because you think you have to, but I’m trying to tell you that you don’t.”
Sylvie summoned the TVA guidebook out of Victor’s hands, holding it out to you.
“Where do you think he got this book?!” She cried out. “If you - the ultimate timekeeper - and the TVA hadn’t messed with him, he’d have remained harmless. But instead, you weaponized him!”
“I didn’t do this,” you asserted. “What are you talking about?”
“Renslayer set him on a path that he wasn’t meant for. And now you are waltzing him right back into the TVA. What, are you trying to get him to replace you? You finally realized you couldn’t hack it?”
“Watch it,” you spat, trying to act like she hadn’t hit a nerve.
“He’s the thief of all free will,” she whispered, her tone cold like ice. “The most dangerous man who ever lived.”
“I’ve never met him in my life!” You screamed at her. “He’s not He Who Remains. Just like you aren’t Loki.”
“You haven’t got a clue.”
Sylvie ran around you, swinging her blade at Loki and Victor. Loki used his magic to move you into the corner of the car, out of harms way.
They were so quick in their movements you could barely see them fight. All you saw was swirls of green magic and wind rushing beneath Sylvie’s blade.
At one point the two shot blasts at each other simultaneously. The intertwined magic exploded like a grenade. The windows shattered and glass rained down on you. You tried to shield your face, but weren’t quick enough to avoid the first few shards. They scraped at your face before falling to the floor.
You heard Loki yell as the force flung him and Victor from the car and down the platform stairs. You quickly ran to the ferris wheel platform, eyes widening in horror at Loki lying still in the dirt.
“Loki!”
You ran toward him, dropping your knees into the dirt beside him. You were so focused on him, you didn’t notice Renslayer creep out of the crowd and run toward Victor.
Bystanders started to surround the four of you, helping Victor and Loki to their feet. Murmurs of questions and concerns rung through the festival.
“Are you alright?” You asked Loki, holding his cheek.
“Where is he?” Loki asked.
“Timely?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure, I-”
A bright light flashed before you, Loki rushed in front of you, pushing you behind him.
“No fucking way.”
A retro-decorated Miss Minutes stood 20 feet tall before you. She laughed manically as the crowd of people screamed and ran from her in horror. She stomped after them, ripping down flags and lights and throwing them to the ground.
“You better run!” She shoutered in that southern accent.
“She has a lot of audacity,” you said to Loki, rolling your eyes.
“Tell me about it.”
Loki was shoved from the back, and you were about to whip around and yell at whoever did it, before Sylvie marched past him, body-checking his shoulder.
“This is your fault,” she said to him before walking away.
“Honestly!” He groaned in frustration. It was like watching two siblings fight.
“Don’t take it personally,” you tried. “She’s like a moody teenager.”
“Loki! [Y/N]!”
Mobius rode around the corner in a idiotically small tricycle. He patted the seat behind him, as if to say hop on.
“Fuck no.”
“Absolutely not.”
- – -
After running around Chicago for an hour to no avail, you had tracked He Who Remains and Renslayer to a small, wooden lab in Michigan. You walked through the orange glow of the TimeDoor to find Renslayer strapped with a pruning gun, as Victor cowered before her.
While Loki and Mobius shouted at her to stop, you had waited far too long to confront Renslayer to merely use words.
You charged at her, tackling her to the ground. The gun went off in the struggle, pruning random items around the room - a chair, an invention, a mannequin.
“Get. Off!” Renslayer grunted below you.
You drew your fist back and punched her right in the face. Renslayer shrieked and clutched her nose, which now had blood flowing from it and onto her cheek.
“You sent me to the void!”
You punched her again.
“You betrayed us!”
And again.
“I actually thought you were my friend!”
Again.
“You tried to kill the man I love!”
Before you could punch Renslayer again, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off her. You fought against the hold, twisting around to find it was Mobius. Loki simply stood by the door, beaming at you proudly.
“That’s my girl.”
Ravonna lay on the ground, unarmed, slipping in and out of consciousness. She tried to push herself up on her forearms, but failed, falling back to the floor.
“You’ve lost your way, Renslayer,” you spat at her. “And you lost everything because of it.”
“You don’t know what it takes to lead,” Renslayer groaned between spits of blood. “You failed.”
You lunged at her again, but Mobius held you back.
“Think happy thoughts,” he tried to soothe. “Puppies, unicorns…jet skis.”
“I don’t know, Mobius, I think you should let her have another go.”
Sylvie appeared from behind you, drawing her sword from her side. She walked over to Timely who recoiled to a corner of the lab. Her blade scraped across the wood as she dragged it over to his quivering form. Loki went to stop her, but you threw your arm out, blocking him.
“Wait,” you told him.
Something felt different this time.
Sylvie held her blade up at the man’s throat - just close enough to feel like a threat, but not strong enough to pierce skin.
“Please,” Victor begged softly, looking up a Sylvie. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Oh, you will. You’ll do terrible things.”
“That isn’t me. You don’t know the heart I have beating in my chest,” a tear slipped down his face. “I can make my own choices.”
You watched as the words diffused into Sylvie’s mind.
I haven’t done anything.
That isn’t me.
I can make my own choices.
Victor Timely wasn’t He Who Remains. He was simply Victor Timely. And if Sylvie slaughtered him for something he could do, or someone he could become, wouldn’t that make her the same as those she despises? Wouldn’t that directly contradict the free will she preaches?
“Come on, Sylvie,” you whispered to yourself.
Sylvie’s bottom lip quivered and her grip on the sword wavered. She breathed heavily, as if she was at war with herself. Slowly, she turned and looked at you, a tear slipping down her cheek.
“Get him out of here.”
You nodded, retracting your arm and letting Loki rush forward. As him and Mobius gathered Victor, you walked toward the somber woman. You wiped the tear staining her cheek.
“The right things are always the hardest to do,” you spoke. “But we must do them anyway.”
She leaned into your touch and closed her eyes, nodding slightly.
Mobius opened a TimeDoor and instructed Victor to walk through. Loki followed him, glancing back at Sylvie.
“Don’t make me regret this,” she told him.
“I won’t,” he said before disappearing through the door, Mobius tailing after him.
“What are you going to do with Renslayer?” You asked Sylvie, nudging your head to the woman sprawled across the floor.
“I’m going to take her somewhere she can’t hurt anyone.”
A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, and you wondered if you’ve ever shared a moment that wasn’t at least slightly uncomfortable.
“Be safe, Sylvie,” you told her, touching her shoulder.
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 4k
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: She's a long one - thanks for your patience. In this chapter, we dig deeper into the reader and Sylvie's unique relationship dynamic. Lowkey proud of the character/relationship development.
The chaos of the world faded away as he held you.
The TVA no longer shook, Mobius wasn’t running around like a madman with O.B., the universe wasn’t collapsing. How could it, when you were holding your universe so tightly you thought you would break his ribs?
You had feared his anger, his resentment - mostly because you knew you deserved it. But Loki didn’t hesitate to gather you in his embrace, arms twisting tightly around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“I missed you,” he whispered.
“I missed you, too,” you whispered back.
“I’m so sorry,” you both blurted simultaneously.
Loki pulled back from you, chuckling with that mischievous twinkle in his eye.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said, caressing your cheek. “You were only doing what you thought was right.”
“So were you.”
“And, about Lamentis -” he started.
You knew what he really wanted to say: ‘About Sylvie.’
“Let’s not talk about that now,” you interrupted.
The image of He Who Remains flashed through your head. The memory of him telling you about the nature of Loki and Sylvie’s relationship. All mere hours after Loki told you he loved you for the first time. You subconsciously rubbed your chest at the heartache.
“We have time,” you continued. “Right, now I’m just happy to be back here.”
Loki’s smile faded to a grimace. You watched as anxiety invaded every inch of his body. He started to bite his nails, but you slapped them away from his face before he could do any damage.
He shot you a look that read: really?
“Bad habit,” you told him.
As a distraction, you slipped your hands into his. He interlaced your fingers before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.
“We might not have as much time as you think, my dear.”
Suddenly, the ground between you and Loki split open. The two of you shot back in opposite directions. The TVA shook violently underneath your feet. Your home was being destroyed in front of your eyes - monitors falling to the floor, screens cracking, windows shattering.
The TemPad in your pocket shot out bright sparks. You shrieked, racing to grab it from your pocket and throw it aside. As soon as it fell to the TVA floor, it exploded, with pieces of metal flying everywhere. A piece of shrapnel was inches away from your face when it suddenly froze, surrounded by a bright green mist. Your eyes turned toward Loki whose hand was outstretched.
“Nice catch,” you said.
The shrapnel fell to the ground, and Loki rushed over to you. He soothed his hand up and down your forearm, and a chill ran down your spine.
Slowly, the ruckus in the TVA simmered until it eventually stood still.
“I need to show you something,” Loki said softly.
This can’t be good.
- – -
You stared out the glass of the observation room. Dox’s bombs had turned the timeline into a horrifying sight. Pieces of pure time floated away into the ether, the lives of those in it forever lost.
What if one of them was where you were originally from? Before the TVA kidnapped you and wiped your memories. You might’ve lost everything, and you wouldn’t have even known.
“So you need He Who Remains’s aura?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the timeline.
“Yes!” Said the chipper voice of O.B., who stood behind you at one of the computers.
“How are we supposed to find him? He didn’t exactly exist in the normal constraints of time. Is there even a past variant of him to find?” You ran circles in your head through all of the variables, all of the possibilities. Nothing made sense, not anymore.
“Renslayer’s working with him - I heard them,” explained Loki. “Casey’s working to track her TemPad, so wherever - or whenever - we find her, we find him.”
“This is such a mind fuck,” you scoffed in frustration.
“Tell me about it,” Mobius laughed.
You jumped as the doors of the observation room opened, slamming against the wall. Casey ran in frantically, TVA guidebook in one hand, TemPad in the other.
“I found her.”
- – -
“I don’t mind a nice skirt, but this corset is eating me alive,” you wheezed, pulling at the fabric across your stomach.
“I, for one, think you look rather stunning,” Loki flirted, shooting you a wink.
“Charmer,” you teased.
“I can’t take you two anywhere,” Mobius groaned.
The three of you stood in Gilded Age clothing on the streets of Chicago. While the 1800s were hardly your favorite era from the timeline, it was beautiful up close.
Mobius walked ahead, but your and Loki’s steps fell in sync. You linked your arm with his, briefly leaning your head on his shoulder.
“I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but -”
“Loki -”
“I need you to know how much you matter to me. You. No one else. Never anyone else,” he hollered loudly. Passerby stared at the two of you, whispering to one another.
“Apologies,” Loki said to them, tipping his tophat.
“I know you care about me Loki, but if you feel the same way for her…” you trailed off, unsure of what you would do. You didn’t even want to think about the possibility of his head turning.
“I don’t,” he exasperated, as if the words pained him to hear. “I thought I was going to die on Lamentis. I’d faced death before, but there was always a way around it. There wasn’t then - I was staring into the face of an inevitable apocalypse. Neither of us were thinking straight and all I did was hold her hand. It was for comfort and reassurance. Not lust, not love, not even affection. All of my affections are reserved for you.”
He put his hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no hesitancy or distraction. The eye contact made you squirm internally, consumed by the bright blue swirls.
“I believe you,” you whispered, softly smiling at him.
Loki’s eyebrows shot up, almost like he was startled.
“Really?” He asked in disbelief.
“Why is that so surprising?” You chuckled, pushing a stray strand of raven hair behind his ear.
“People rarely trust my word,” he said, slowly grabbing your hand from his hair. “God of Mischief and all.”
“I trust you, Mischief,” you said.
I’ve never said that to anyone before.
His eyes glazed over as he smiled at you. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.
“I trust you, too.”
“Hurry the hell up!” You heard Mobius yell from down the block.
You and Loki burst out into laughter. He rarely laughed - it was a beautiful melody to hear.
“Come on then, lover,” you said, pulling on his hand. “We have a fugitive to catch.”
- – -
The three of you had split up, searching the festival for any sign of Renslayer or He Who Remains. Loki and Mobius had wandered off to this magic show by a man named Victor Timely. You, however, decided to walk around the grounds, searching the ins and outs of the crowd.
You smiled at the sighs. Children running freely, laughing with their friends. Families spending quality time together, sharing drinks and popcorn. Couples who got lost in their own little world. You wondered if Loki looked at you the way those men looked at their partners.
Everyone looked so happy. At peace and unaware of the coming war. These were the people you had sworn to protect. It was one thing to watch over them from the prison that is the Citadel, but to see them face-to-face was glorious.
A little girl with blonde hair parted into pigtails ran up to you and crashed into your legs, squeezing them tight.
“Oh!” You startled, looking down at her. “Hello there.”
You bent down to the girl’s height and waved. She waved back with her chubby little fingers.
“Are you alright?”
“She wants to see you,” the little girl said.
“Sorry?”
“She wants to see you,” the little girl repeated. She was so young, her teeth hadn’t even fully grown in. She smiled at you with her gums. “Go to the ferris wheel.”
“Who wants to see me?”
She opened her mouth, as if she was about to answer, but shut it quickly. She giggled before running off into the crowd.
It was like the air had turned cold. Every bone in your body told you not to follow.
Run.
But, before your mind could come to a decision, your legs started to move. You ran after the girl, ducking and dodging between people. The girl ran up the steps of the ferris wheel, disrupting the line of people who were waiting to ride. You ran into a few of them, and could hear their angry calls from behind you.
Once you reached the ferris wheel platform, you went to grab the little girl’s arm to stop her, but your fingers went right through her. You pulled your hand back, before reaching for her again. It wasn’t real - she wasn’t real. Then, she disappeared right between your fingers.
“I know illusions are more Loki’s thing, but I knew you sure as hell wouldn’t have followed me.”
You whipped around to see Sylvie leaning against the rail of the stairs. She looked different than the last time you’d seen her - which, coincidentally, was also when you tried to kill each other. She had grown her hair out into a mullet and ditched her traditional Loki armour for slacks and a long green jacket.
“Well, you’re right about that,” you retorted.
The air was tense between you, but you could tell she wasn’t here to fight. Her eyes held a level of despair and loneliness you knew all too well. She wasn’t even holding a knife, which was a rare occasion.
“I mean you no harm,” she whispered.
“I know,” you started. “Look, I’m sorry. About everything. That wasn’t how I wanted it all to happen.”
Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at you. You could’ve sworn you saw tears build up in her eyes, but she never let them fall.
Stubborn girl.
“You don’t have to say it back,” you added. “I know you’re-”
“I’m sorry, too,” she blurted.
“Is that the first time you’ve apologized to someone?” You asked, chuckling.
Sylvie shrugged, unable to hide the smile on her face.
“I mean, I’m not sorry about trying to kill He Who Remains. After everything he did…to everyone, to me. What did you expect me to do - believe him, trust him?” she sighed, trying to contain her frustration. “But I shouldn’t have hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, you must know that.”
“I do,” you whispered, nodded profusely. “I shouldn’t have hurt you either.”
You walked toward the blonde, drawing her into a hug before she could protest. She didn’t hug you back, but she did drop her head onto your shoulder.
I’ll take it.
“I really am sorry about what happened,” Sylvie said, pulling back from the embrace, eyes pleading with you. “And I hope you don’t hate me for what I’m about to do.
“What -”
Suddenly, footsteps boomed up the stairs and screams pierced your ears. A man emerged from the line, tripping over the stairs, and falling onto the platform. He stood up clumsily before rushing over to you and hiding behind your shoulder.
“What are you doing?!” You scolded, shoving the man off you.
“Victor!”
The familiar voice echoed throughout the platform as Loki entered your view. He pushed past people, running over to you and the man, prying him off of you. Loki held the man up by his collar, towering over him.
“Don’t touch her,” Loki threatened. “You’re clearly very good at getting away-”
You caught a glint of emerald in your periphery. Sylvie had drawn a blade from thin air, pointing it at the throat of the clumsy man.
“Sylvie!” You and Loki both shouted.
Loki moved in front of the man, shielding him from his variant. He held his hands up, trying to reason with her.
“Sylvie, no,” he spoke.
“You stay out of this,” she snapped.
Using her magic, she lifted the man and Loki off their feet. She threw them backwards into one of the ferris wheel cars. She marched over to them, with you right on her heels. The car door slammed behind you.
You ran over to Loki, who was lying on the floor, clutching his side. You slipped your arm around his torso, sitting him up.
“Are you okay?” You asked, moving the hair out of his eyes.
He nodded, gripping your waist as he stood.
“Just wait,” he said to Sylvie. “Just wait one second!”
The blonde woman inched toward her prey.
“You’ve done enough,” she spat. “Now, get out of my face and let me finish my job.”
She swung her blade ferosiously toward Loki. Instinctively, you pushed him out of the way. The blade met your shoulder, cutting through your dress and across your skin. You cried out in pain, gripping your shoulder. Blood dribbled down the fabric of your arm, painting it a gruesome red.
Sylvie’s eyes widened, and she stepped back, dropping the blade to her side.
“No, no,” she whispered to herself. “I’m sorry.”
Loki looked at your arm in horror, and in a blind furry, summoned all his magic. With a flash of bright green, Sylvie had flown back into the window. The glass crunched at the impact, slowly cracking as she fell to the floor.
Sylvie growled as she pushed herself to her feet.
“When you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life,” she yelled at Loki. “You asked me what I would do if one of his variants turned up. And I told you then, I’d kill him.”
Confusion prickled your mind, and you knew you had missed a step. You turned to look at the strange man Sylvie had been trying to kill.
“Oh my god.”
You had been so distracted by the chaos, you’d never looked at him - really looked at him. Behind the glasses and the large hair, it was clear as day. He Who Remains stood before you.
“It’s not him,” Loki said. “[Y/N], my dear, meet Victor Timely.”
The strange man awkwardly adjusted his tailcoat before bowing his head at you.
“Pleasure,” he greeted.
“Uh huh,” you said, frozen in shock.
“Look, Sylvie,” Loki said. “We need him. Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed.”
“Good. Let it burn. Do you care about anything but the TVA?”
“Of course I do!” He shot back, eyes flickering toward you.
“The TVA,” Victor stuttered, grabbing something from inside his coat.
He pulled out a small orange booklet and started flipping through the pages. The TVA guidebook.
“How did you get that?” You asked him.
He didn’t get a chance to answer before Sylvie lunged at him again.
“I know you just want to be left alone to live a life on your branch,” Loki stopped her. “I understand that. But if the loom fails, and the TVA is destroyed, there won’t be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for anyone.”
Sylvie clenched her jaw.
“It’s true,” you chimed in.
Sylvie looked at you and you saw some of the fight disappear from her body.
“We can’t fix this without him,” you continued.
“Stopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very different things,” Sylvie told you. “And working with one of his variants is not going to get you either.”
It was like she was pleading with you, begging you to be on her side. But this wasn’t about sides - it’s life or death.
“Your machete hasn’t solved any problems thus far,” Loki sassed, and you slapped him on the arm.
“Cut it out,” you whispered.
He raised his hands in surrender.
“Do you really think I want to be here?” Sylvie asked you genuinely. “Do you think I’m going to get any joy out of killing this man?”
“Of course not,” you shot back. “You’re doing this because you think you have to, but I’m trying to tell you that you don’t.”
Sylvie summoned the TVA guidebook out of Victor’s hands, holding it out to you.
“Where do you think he got this book?!” She cried out. “If you - the ultimate timekeeper - and the TVA hadn’t messed with him, he’d have remained harmless. But instead, you weaponized him!”
“I didn’t do this,” you asserted. “What are you talking about?”
“Renslayer set him on a path that he wasn’t meant for. And now you are waltzing him right back into the TVA. What, are you trying to get him to replace you? You finally realized you couldn’t hack it?”
“Watch it,” you spat, trying to act like she hadn’t hit a nerve.
“He’s the thief of all free will,” she whispered, her tone cold like ice. “The most dangerous man who ever lived.”
“I’ve never met him in my life!” You screamed at her. “He’s not He Who Remains. Just like you aren’t Loki.”
“You haven’t got a clue.”
Sylvie ran around you, swinging her blade at Loki and Victor. Loki used his magic to move you into the corner of the car, out of harms way.
They were so quick in their movements you could barely see them fight. All you saw was swirls of green magic and wind rushing beneath Sylvie’s blade.
At one point the two shot blasts at each other simultaneously. The intertwined magic exploded like a grenade. The windows shattered and glass rained down on you. You tried to shield your face, but weren’t quick enough to avoid the first few shards. They scraped at your face before falling to the floor.
You heard Loki yell as the force flung him and Victor from the car and down the platform stairs. You quickly ran to the ferris wheel platform, eyes widening in horror at Loki lying still in the dirt.
“Loki!”
You ran toward him, dropping your knees into the dirt beside him. You were so focused on him, you didn’t notice Renslayer creep out of the crowd and run toward Victor.
Bystanders started to surround the four of you, helping Victor and Loki to their feet. Murmurs of questions and concerns rung through the festival.
“Are you alright?” You asked Loki, holding his cheek.
“Where is he?” Loki asked.
“Timely?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure, I-”
A bright light flashed before you, Loki rushed in front of you, pushing you behind him.
“No fucking way.”
A retro-decorated Miss Minutes stood 20 feet tall before you. She laughed manically as the crowd of people screamed and ran from her in horror. She stomped after them, ripping down flags and lights and throwing them to the ground.
“You better run!” She shoutered in that southern accent.
“She has a lot of audacity,” you said to Loki, rolling your eyes.
“Tell me about it.”
Loki was shoved from the back, and you were about to whip around and yell at whoever did it, before Sylvie marched past him, body-checking his shoulder.
“This is your fault,” she said to him before walking away.
“Honestly!” He groaned in frustration. It was like watching two siblings fight.
“Don’t take it personally,” you tried. “She’s like a moody teenager.”
“Loki! [Y/N]!”
Mobius rode around the corner in a idiotically small tricycle. He patted the seat behind him, as if to say hop on.
“Fuck no.”
“Absolutely not.”
- – -
After running around Chicago for an hour to no avail, you had tracked He Who Remains and Renslayer to a small, wooden lab in Michigan. You walked through the orange glow of the TimeDoor to find Renslayer strapped with a pruning gun, as Victor cowered before her.
While Loki and Mobius shouted at her to stop, you had waited far too long to confront Renslayer to merely use words.
You charged at her, tackling her to the ground. The gun went off in the struggle, pruning random items around the room - a chair, an invention, a mannequin.
“Get. Off!” Renslayer grunted below you.
You drew your fist back and punched her right in the face. Renslayer shrieked and clutched her nose, which now had blood flowing from it and onto her cheek.
“You sent me to the void!”
You punched her again.
“You betrayed us!”
And again.
“I actually thought you were my friend!”
Again.
“You tried to kill the man I love!”
Before you could punch Renslayer again, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off her. You fought against the hold, twisting around to find it was Mobius. Loki simply stood by the door, beaming at you proudly.
“That’s my girl.”
Ravonna lay on the ground, unarmed, slipping in and out of consciousness. She tried to push herself up on her forearms, but failed, falling back to the floor.
“You’ve lost your way, Renslayer,” you spat at her. “And you lost everything because of it.”
“You don’t know what it takes to lead,” Renslayer groaned between spits of blood. “You failed.”
You lunged at her again, but Mobius held you back.
“Think happy thoughts,” he tried to soothe. “Puppies, unicorns…jet skis.”
“I don’t know, Mobius, I think you should let her have another go.”
Sylvie appeared from behind you, drawing her sword from her side. She walked over to Timely who recoiled to a corner of the lab. Her blade scraped across the wood as she dragged it over to his quivering form. Loki went to stop her, but you threw your arm out, blocking him.
“Wait,” you told him.
Something felt different this time.
Sylvie held her blade up at the man’s throat - just close enough to feel like a threat, but not strong enough to pierce skin.
“Please,” Victor begged softly, looking up a Sylvie. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Oh, you will. You’ll do terrible things.”
“That isn’t me. You don’t know the heart I have beating in my chest,” a tear slipped down his face. “I can make my own choices.”
You watched as the words diffused into Sylvie’s mind.
I haven’t done anything.
That isn’t me.
I can make my own choices.
Victor Timely wasn’t He Who Remains. He was simply Victor Timely. And if Sylvie slaughtered him for something he could do, or someone he could become, wouldn’t that make her the same as those she despises? Wouldn’t that directly contradict the free will she preaches?
“Come on, Sylvie,” you whispered to yourself.
Sylvie’s bottom lip quivered and her grip on the sword wavered. She breathed heavily, as if she was at war with herself. Slowly, she turned and looked at you, a tear slipping down her cheek.
“Get him out of here.”
You nodded, retracting your arm and letting Loki rush forward. As him and Mobius gathered Victor, you walked toward the somber woman. You wiped the tear staining her cheek.
“The right things are always the hardest to do,” you spoke. “But we must do them anyway.”
She leaned into your touch and closed her eyes, nodding slightly.
Mobius opened a TimeDoor and instructed Victor to walk through. Loki followed him, glancing back at Sylvie.
“Don’t make me regret this,” she told him.
“I won’t,” he said before disappearing through the door, Mobius tailing after him.
“What are you going to do with Renslayer?” You asked Sylvie, nudging your head to the woman sprawled across the floor.
“I’m going to take her somewhere she can’t hurt anyone.”
A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, and you wondered if you’ve ever shared a moment that wasn’t at least slightly uncomfortable.
“Be safe, Sylvie,” you told her, touching her shoulder.
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
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Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: chapter 1 is here!! I'm gonna try to upload weekly. I'll try to stay somewhat canon-compliant but since I kind of diverged during the season 1 finale, not everything will be the exact same as the show (obv). Enjoy!
It’s hard being in a place outside of time.
Your life drags on, but there’s nothing to quantify it; no way to measure your loneliness or your work. But - if you had to guess - it would be somewhere close to eternity.
You hadn’t slept once since He Who Remains passed. It was peaceful, just like he’d hoped. And it was a stark reminder that despite everything, he was still just a human being.
“You must protect the timeline,” he whispered to you on his deathbed. “My variants…if they come -”
“I won’t let them,” you interrupted. “I’m not scared.”
“You should be,” he said, voice quivering. “The Conqueror. He has no hesitation, no restraint. He is a vessel of destruction. I am a vessel of destruction.”
You took his shaking hand, gripping it tightly. Your heart thumped in your chest, nearly blocking out all other sounds. It was like someone was squeezing your ribs, blocking any air from coming in.
“Everything will be okay,” you promised.
It was a lie.
- - -
“No, no, no, no,” you repeated to yourself.
You were running around the citadel, from TemPad to TemPad, document to document. It was a mess - books scattered across the floor and cracks breaking apart the marble walls.
“Miss Minutes!” You called.
“Yes?”
You shrieked at the sudden voice and whipped around to find the orange clock floating behind you.
“Why isn’t Renslayer answering my calls?” You questioned.
Miss Minutes wasn’t taking your succession of Time too well. She met every question or command you gave with an eye roll or a snarky comment.
“I already told you,” she said, exasperated. “I don’t know.”
“Your job is literally to know everything,” you snapped, slamming a document down onto your desk.
“Hey!” She retorted. “You watch your tone with me, missy. Judge Renslayer is completely off the grid. I can’t track her or her TemPad anywhere.”
“Can’t or won’t?” You asked.
Miss Minutes didn’t answer. She simply scoffed and crossed her orange arms.
“You see that?”
You pointed out the window - to the Sacred Timeline beyond the Citadel. Except, it didn’t look the same as when you arrived. Instead of a beautiful blend of neon hues in one direction, streaks were going in all different directions. Branches, and they were growing fast.
“If I can’t contact the TVA’s head judge, then we can’t create a plan to stop this branching!”
You were screaming at this point, more to yourself than Miss Minutes.
“This never happened under He Who Remains,” Miss Minutes argued, pointing her gloved finger at you. “This problem started as soon as you took over.”
You glared daggers at the AI, but she wasn’t wrong. You had promised to protect and uphold Time, to prevent a multiversal war. All you had accomplished since you took over was making it worse.
“It’s not just me,” you tried to reason. “The TVA is falling apart. Now that we - the employees - know they’re variants, they’re either going back to their place on the timeline or refusing to prune. It’s a disaster!”
You plopped onto your desk chair, burying your head in your hands. Your nails picked at your scalp, pulling hair and skin out of frustration.
“This is your responsibility now,” Miss Minutes told you coldly. “If the TVA isn’t working right, get down there and fix it yourself.”
And with that, she was gone. The only person - and you use ‘person’ loosely - you had to talk to.
You sniffled into your sleeve. It was a blue sweater, warm and soft. It might appear mundane, but it was the only piece of clothing you’d worn that wasn’t your TVA uniform. It wasn’t supposed to be defined by your job, but you. Yet here you were sniffling into it as you crumbled under the pressure of your choices.
“I can’t fix it. Why can’t I fix it?” You scolded yourself as tears cascaded down your cheeks.
Miss Minutes’s words echoed in your head.
Get down there and fix it yourself.
Your eyes narrowed at the TemPad that sat on the desk before you. You wiped your eyes on your sleeve before grabbing the device and activating a Time Door.
You walked toward it, prepared to enter when something caught your eye. Your old TVA jacket lay scattered on the floor in the corner, still caked in blood from when you fought Sylvie and Loki. The memories flashed through your mind, and you winced. You pictured an alternate timeline where everything worked out perfectly. You and Loki together in a beautiful house. You would get a high position at a tech company as he spends his days exploring human literature and making amends for his past. Sylvie peacefully traipsing the countryside, finally having that chip off her shoulder. Mobius visiting you and Loki, sharing stories about his jet ski rides.
If only reality were as perfect as dreams.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you ran and grabbed the jacket from the floor. It slipped on easily, like habit. As much as you had tried to run away from it, there was comfort in the familiarity.
The Time Door stood before you, inviting you in. You inhaled a deep breath and closed your eyes.
And then you walked through.
When you opened your eyes, you saw two gold doors. You backed up, trying to figure out where you were, only to back into a wall. The tiny space you were in was an elevator, you quickly realized. No button was pressed, but it moved nonetheless like it was taking you where you needed to go.
You were about to slip the TemPad into your pocket when it started beeping furiously.
“I swear if this isn’t Renslayer -”
There was no message, no notification awaiting you. Instead, what you saw was utter destruction.
“Oh my God,” you whispered in horror.
Bomb after bomb was being dropped on branches. They snapped off the timeline like twigs as entire universes were completely eradicated. It wasn’t pruning - it was genocide.
If you had never let the branches grow this far, this never would have happened.
It’s your fault.
It’s all your fault.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. The control room of the TVA was packed. Analysts and Hunters crowded the room, staring at the screen in front of them. What was on your TemPad was now displayed much bigger. A broken timeline, a massacre.
“Those are lives,” you heard someone say.
Shock overcame your body. You had no control anymore of your actions - you didn’t even realize you had been walking until the elevator doors shut behind you and you were in the center of the control room.
The TVA workers parted as you walked by them. Gossip spread, and whispers were shared. They all knew - you could tell. They knew about your betrayal, how you sided with the man that had stolen their lives - your life.
As the last of them parted, one person stood firmly in your way. Raven hair messily fell past his cheeks, and his blue eyes bored into you. They widened as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Hi.”
It was all you could say.
“Hi,” he responded.
An awkward pause settled between you. Loki cleared his throat and turned to Mobius, who nodded at him encouragingly.
“He was wrong,” Loki said to you. “A replacement didn’t stop the branching.”
“He wasn’t wrong,” you told him softly. “I just wasn’t right.”
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What?”
“I tried,” you said, voice cracking. Tears slowly welled in your eyes. “I thought I could fix it. But no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. I was never enough. I failed.”
You tried to wipe your tears discreetly so no one would see.
“You have some nerve showing up here,” one of the workers shouted. Others sounded their agreement.
You stared at the floor in shame.
“Easy, X-10 or I’ll throw you in that cell with Brad,” Loki threatened, his tone pointed and glare blazing.
“I want to help,” you said to the hunter. “There’s a war coming. We need to be ready.”
Mutters broke out amongst the crowd.
“A war?”
“What war?”
“What do you mean?”
But amidst all the chaos, Loki’s eyes didn’t leave yours. You watched as he slowly walked toward you. The anger in his eyes faded immediately when he looked at you. Instead, they looked sad - the type of melancholy only heartbreak could cause. Misery, longing, and fear all in one. But he pushed it aside, approaching you and holding out his hand.
when you accidentally stumble into the room Druig is having an important conversation with his fellow eternals in, you can’t help but wish you could escape the spotlight.
Possessive hand holding and angry kisses by @fireinmoonshot
Druig making reader jealous.
Beautiful Centuries by @tadpole-san
Druig x Asgaridan!reader
The Dance of Jealousy by @fireinmoonshot
The had been trying to make you jealous to express his love without saying it aloud.
Somewhere only we know by @starsvck
You and Druig have been married for decades, soon turning into a century, the only thing is, none of the eternals know until now.
For You? by @itsapeterthing
When you and Druig are caught alone together in 1814 England, you two come up with a plan to fake your engagement and marriage to protect your new identities. as time goes on, you both realize that your feelings are far more than platonic and that calling each other your spouse may be what you both have always wanted.
Requited by @helaintoloki
In which you come to terms with your life of eternal loneliness.
Subtle by @redheadspark
Druig doesn't know how to be subtle, even during a meeting.
The Eternal Captures by @tokkiotears
The holidays bring your large family of eternals over to celebrate. when they walk into your home and see photo after photo of you and Druig, they realize something that has been under their noses for millennia.
Envious by @siempre-bucky
Sprite accuses of you flirting with Ikaris despite knowing her feelings for him. But that's not who he likes at all.
Eros Flirts with the Wrong Eternal by @siempre-bucky
Eros takes a liking to you, but he flirted with the wrong powerful and very married Eternal.
Sunshine by @redheadspark
Druig wasn't always a ball of sunshine, but another Eternal was.
Druig's Pocketful of Comfort by @siempre-bucky
You'll never be hungry while you're around Druig, since he never stops snacking. He might have something to snack on in his pocket.
Sunshine by @itsapeterthing
As the eternal with the gift of weather and nature, you use it to your advantage, especially with your husband, Druig.
Did You Miss Me? by @helloheyhihowdyheya
When the Emergence began, Druig had to erase your memories of him. Now, he's come back to remind you.
Hidden bonds by @werewolf-witchboy
After many years of being split up, the Eternals must come together as a team again. Nobody seems to know where you've been all these years, so they've gone to the one person who might know of your whereabouts.
Little did they know that you're a lot closer than they thought.
How could they not know? by @saintlike78
Your relationship with Druig has been a long one, spanning over thousands of centuries… yet it takes your fellow Eternals 7000 years to piece it all together.
See You Again by @peterbarnes
Thousands of years after going your separate ways, Druig shows up at your apartment with his signature smirk and some bad news. You find yourself falling in love with him all over again…or maybe you never fell out of love.
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: Hi everybody! I can’t believe it’s been two years and some change since season 1. The response I got for the Maybe series was so overwhelming that I decided to keep it up for season 2. Plus, I couldn’t just leave you all on that cliffhanger. This is a prologue, so it’s just a little taster. But don’t worry I’m heavy into chapter 1 of the new season, so that’ll be coming soon.
You’ve seen this film before.
“I don’t want a throne. I just… I just want you to be okay.”
This is the part where you kiss him; passionately, roughly, only to throw him out of a time door.
But you don’t.
Instead, you took the sword gripped between your palms and thrusted it outwards - right into his heart. Loki let out something between a gasp and a groan, falling to his knees in pain. The giant sword protrudes out of chest. And without even a second of hesitation, you ripped it right back out of him. The metal was caked with the blood of a god. It ran down the sword and onto your hands.
Loki’s white shirt quickly soaked red, and blood leaked out of his mouth. He poorly gasped for breath, trying to say your name, to call out for you. Yet, you stood there, stoic, monstrous.
You watched as the blood left his body and, eventually, as the life left his eyes.
And then you woke up.
Your screams echoed off the walls of the citadel. You were sat in your chair - your throne now, you supposed.
“Just a dream,” you whispered to yourself. “It’s not real, it’s not real.”
“Perhaps it is,” a voice said.
Your head whipped to the side to see He Who Remains leaning against the windows, gazing out into Time. The world outside the Citadel was breathtaking. It was everything and nothing, all at once. The soft purple hues of space, met with the burning neon of the timeline.
“How long was I out for?” You asked.
“We’re at the end of time, dear,” he reminded you. “Your nap is not quantifiable.”
You nodded before pausing and processing what he originally said.
“What do you mean, ‘perhaps it is?’”
“Pardon?”
“My dream,” you pressed. “I said it wasn’t real, and you said ‘perhaps it is.’”
“Ah yes,” he mused, walking over from the expansive windows to your desk. You had decluttered it, throwing away all his broken TemPads and unread files. A clean slate. A new era.
“Dreams are simply windows into time. Everything you dream is another you, in another timeline,” he continued.
“But that wasn’t another timeline,” you questioned. “That just happened. Loki and Sylvie and I were here to kill you. But we just…”
“Couldn’t hack it? Betrayed one another?” He jabbed.
You glared daggers at the man before you. For the keeper of the multiverse, he sure was a pain in the ass.
“Every decision we make - if significant enough - has the potential to create a branch. Your dream may have been about a situation you just experienced, but I’m guessing it didn’t go quite the way you remember.” He Who Remains chuckled, as if educating a child.
You shifted your gaze to the floor, ashamed to even admit how your dream ended.
“I killed him,” you whispered, nails biting into the skin of your palm.
“Not exactly. Another you, in another timeline made the choice to kill him.”
“That doesn’t make it any better,” you retored weakly.
“It’s not supposed to,” he said bluntly.
You curled into yourself on the chair, hugging your knees and burying your head between them. Your mind screamed at the infinite possibilities, all the what-ifs. Maybe if you were stronger, better, you could’ve have found a different way out. A way where Loki didn’t have to hurt you, and you didn’t have to hurt him back.
“But that is why you’re here,” He Who Remains said, lowering himself to his knees. He gently placed his hands on your arms, and you peaked out from between your knees. “To get rid of those timelines, those anomalies where we let the worst parts of ourselves get the better of us. You’re here to keep the peace, to protect the Sacred Timeline.”
You harshly rubbed your leaking eyes.
Leaders can’t be weak. Don’t be weak.
“I’m old, tired. I’m not going to be here much longer,” he said softly. “Time will take me away and I will be grateful for it. The stability of time will be up to you.”
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Warnings: Violence, angst (but good fluff too), swearing
