Can you please do a separate yandere beasts x reincarnated reader
Reader Cookie was the beasts lover in a past life before they corrupted, but after being locked away in the silver tree and Reader Cookie eventually dies. They were reincarnated and lived to the ancient hero's most loyal and trusted assistant. So when they went with the Ancient hero to Beast Yeast, the Beasts kidnapped them and tried to get Reader Cookie to join them and be their lover again.
Bonus: Reader Cookie embraces the beasts facet in a positive way, for example,
Deceit: Is able to tell when cookies are lying or have ill intentions
Destruction: Willing to do whatever it takes to protect others
Apathy: Can always remain calm and clear-minded, even in high stress situations
Sloth: Finding new ways to make dangerous tasks easier and safer to do
Yandere beasts x reincarnated reader
(also this might have so many grammatical mistakes. Srry)
PS- Reader cookie/ y/n are the same people. Basically u. It IS YOU
Shadow milk Cookie:
You run with Gingerbrave, Strawberry cookie, and Wizard cookie up the spire, destined to find Pure Vanilla Cookie. Y’all find fortune cookie, “Fortune cookie what are you doing here?”, you ask, “Help us find Pure Vanilla Cookie” Gingerbrave says his voice in worry.
“What makes you think that cookie is alive?,” asks Fotune cookie, “Do you really believe that to be true.” He says as a smile forms on his face, “I asked you to give up. But you still persist, even though your cause is lost. Truly you never change.” There was a brief pause, “It is true I did respect that in you,”.
“W-what are you saying?” You say as your face twists in confusion as it reminds you of… PURE VANILLA COOKIE!? “That indeed is his voice” Wizard cookie says as he grips onto his staff tightly. Just then a shining light behind Fortune cookie appeared as you see him transform into… Pure Vanilla cookie, but more depressed. “What happened to you?” Strawberry cookie eyes widen.
“Your friend is just an empty shell from the person you knew before” Corrupted Pure Vanilla Cookie states, his eyes so empty like the ocean in the night sky.
(Black sapphire cookie scene)
“Master Shadow Milk Cookie, I have found a cookie that’s looks of the one that you have pictures of.” Black sapphire says with a wicked smirk. Shadow milk turned slowly around, “Well isn’t that amazing”, he mentions as a huge grin formed upon his face.
“My pookie bearrr! My silly reader!~” he cheers as he thought y/n had died! Since he’s been stuck in that silver tree for so long! What an suprisinggg twissstttt!~
“What Pure Vanilla? What still sad about your poor friends? You shouldn’t have just brought them to me!” Shadow Milk turned to face corrupted Pure Vanilla, “I did not deliver them to you.” Pure Vanilla states, “Oh. But you did! But I should thank you for bringing me back my Favorite cookie!~” Shadow milk cheers once again
“you know what Black Sapphire? Bring in our little friends!” Shadow milk claps his hand together as the four cookies drop in, “Owww”, you groan as you face planted into the ground, “L-let *HUFF* let us- go!” Ginger Brave exasperated.
“My precious cookie! My pookie bear!~ how long has it been 5 million years? Oh well it’s felt like that!” Shadow milk twirled as he picked up reader cookie, “Let her go” strawberry cookie but shadow milk shuts her up by her hoodie but she makes out muffled noises
“ let me GO!” Reader cookie says as Shadow milk responds with a smile as he teleports y/n to a room. Their new home!
(Timeskip throughout the story)
“Black Sapphire! Bring out my new (and favorite) Toy!” Shadow Milk cheers as he turns around as behind black sapphire cookie and Candy Apple cookie is READER COOKIE?!
Gingerbrave exclaims, “What did you do to them!?”, as Shadow milk looks down as he floats, “oh they just head a little makeover! How do ya think? Amazing! Am I right?~” he says grinning.
“Come on y/n! I know ur still in there!” Giverbrave says eyes filled with determination, “I’m sorry…. But who are you.” Reader cookie asks as their eyes narrow down to Gingerbrave. “Oh and I forgot to mention. We did a slight changed to their character!” Shadowmilk cheers!
y/n looked at shadowmilk, their eyes scanned him. Their dead eyes look to the other side. As they scan everyone in the room. They decide to keep quiet. The strange cookies in front of them. One that looks like a strawberry, one with a big scarf, and a plain looking one. They knew they had no ill intentions- they looked to their known companions. Candy apple cookie is ill, Black sapphire is ill, so is master Shadowmilk. But the one in front of the three cookies. The blonde one. Y/n couldn’t tell. Huh.
(Timeskip)
in the end, when they were defeated. Y/n went with Master Shadowmilk through the portal. How could they choose? Shadow milk was their whole life. How could they abandoned him after everything. But what was he talking about when he said made a few changed to them? Hm…. They’ll know later. They might be able to se who has ill intentions but they can’t tell what they have ill intentions about.
Eternal Sugar Cookie:
Reader cookie walks around the forest, “Come on! All I needed was some berries!” They say quivering as they run to the edge but when they open their eyes the next minute their greeted with an… pink angel?
“Well isn’t it my lovely angel?” The pink angel says, “Oh it’s been forever since I saw your adorable face.~” she smiles. “Who are you?,” y/n asks as their face twists from fear to confusion.
“Oh my dear… my angel” she says as her voice gets quiet. She grabs y/n as she brings them to her eternal paradise
(Timeskip)
Hollyberry and her companions. She walks as she reads a letter from another cookie friend of hers, she sighs, “ Seems our soul jam is connected to the power of the beasts. Now since they have been released they shall attack us. Oh Pure Vanilla cookie… I have heard nothing of you before this shocking letter. Something must have gone wrong.” She says voice full of worry
her group continues to follow as Queen Jungle berry cookie appears “Oh- Jungle berry cookie! Your footsteps are as silent as ever,” Holly Berry cookie says, “So have yours. You always disappear without so much of a words!” Jungle Berry sighs.
(Timeskip)
as the team are far into the dark forest. Raspberry cookies fight off the monsters along with the others, “Hiya! Hyuah!” She says as each swing of her sword gets slower each time but she preserving through the pain as the New cookie who joined the team (Tiger Lily Cookie) helps fight alongside them, “After we’re finished, on the name of house raspberry, I will thank you plentifully after this!” She says as she swings her swords
The team is injured as their crumbs fall to the floor. Their not about to instantly die, but they need help stat
as then, an weird pink Cupid like cookie appeared, alongside the cookie was another. A white cookie with angel wings like him. But the white cookie seemed more calmer… and more welcoming, “Oh what a great tragic love story! Isn’t it reader? Oh the two were off the celebrate their anniversary! How tragic!” The pink cookie cheers smiling, “Palova cookie” reader cookie grumbles
“W-what” Hollyberry says as her eyes widen, confused, “State your name and purposes,” Wildberry says
“Do not mind us my newly found friends! This is Palova cookie, as for I. I am Reader Cookie” reader cookie calmly explains as they reach their hand out
“We are not here to harm. Only passing through. Until we saw you unfortunate cookies! Oh how sad! Oh if only there was a solution…. Oh wait. Their is~” reader cookie says as a grin appeared on their face
“This land is ruled by the very cookie who brings happiness to all cookies!” Palova cookie explains
(Timeskip- I’m so srry for the many timeskips)
Hollyberry’s soldiers are put up in the nursery. Reader tends to the wounded soldiers. Reader after tending to the cookies walked out and went to sugarfly cookie, “Oh sugarfly cookie? Oh goodness” reader cookie sees Sugarflys cookie wings look hurt, “We’re you trying to fly again?” Reader cookie asks in a scolding way
“You know your wings were not made for that” they scold, “Oh reader… I never wanted to fly as much.” Sugarfly looks down as y/n pats Sugarfly cookie, “Eternal Sugar Cookie blessed you with your wings! Making them pretty just like you wanted! Do u want to ruin what Eternal Sugar Cookie did for you?” Reader says
“My dear angel!~” Eternal cookie calls out for y/n, “Dear I need you!” She orders, “Of course Eternal Sugar Cookie” Y/n says blushing as they fly to eternal sugar cookies location.
“Yes ma’am?” Y/n bowed as eternal sugar cookie looks down at y/n, “My dear angel. Please go get my other half?” She asks. “Why can’t you ma’am…. I-“ y/n said confused as eternal sugar cookie interupted, “My dear angel… did you just defy me?” She says in an condescending tone, “no ma’am” reader cookies says looking down in shame as they fly down as she literally just picks up Hollyberry
(I’m so sorry that was so short 😭)
Reader follows Golden Cheese Cookie, “Your Majesty! Please I bet I can deal with them-“ y/n tried to reason but golden cheese wouldn’t budge
“Your majesty-,” but interrupted by a big boom. Y/n is flung as part of their dough chips off, “Reader cookie!” Golden cheese said shocked as an army came out of the portal as golden cheese fights back, smoked cheese cookie enter as y/n sees the two fight before seeing a cookie above them drag them into the portal grumbling, “Why did I have to get them.”
(Timeskip)
Y/n wakes up on the hard hot ground- “What in Rotten cheese?!” Reader cookie. As tall red cookie appears, ugh what in the world is he doing with her majesties soul jam!?
“What did u do to the radi-“ y/n is interrupted by a hug. Huh….? “My darling!” He said as he crushed reader cookie in the hug, “it’s been too long! So boring- oh I have missed you so much!” The cookie says, “It’s me Burning Spice Cookie!” He exclaims, hoping you’ll remember him.
“I’m sorry I can’t-“ y/n is interupted in another dough cracking hug, “I’ve been so bored” Burning spice has no tears, but his voice cracks. It’s been years, his spice queen. The same cookie who was by his side for years! Until that stupid silver tree- that stupid-
“Who are you!?” Y/n pushed Burning spice off, still fiery as ever, “I already told you. AND NOW you follow under my command! Unless if you want your precious cheese kingdom to fall” Burning spice cookie says as there is fire in his eyes. For their kingdom, for Mozzarella cookie. For smoked cheese cookie. For Burnt Cheese cookie. For the cheez birds
for her golden radiance.
“fine. I shall follow you.” Y/n got on one knee looking down in defeat. This is for their kingdom. Reader cookie is sure that her golden radiance has already found a solution!
(Timeskip)
Y/n sees her golden radiance at the final battle as they fight alongside burning spice cookie as reader get sliced by golden cheese cookie, “I’m so sorry reader cookie” golden cheese cookie voice cracks looking at her past soldier of her kingdom as Burning spice runs behind and slashes Golden cheese cookie
As burning spice cookie smiles but the sight of y/n crumbled make his grin smaller but focused on golden cheese he holds her by the neck as his grip is tight, “you dare hurt my darling. One i haven’t seen in years” he said gravelly as he rips of golden cheese wings.
“AUGHHHHHH!” Golden cheese cried as she was defeated
but she will make a comeback. She will get back her treasure. Avenge her kingdom.
“Reader Cookie!” Dark cacao yells as he sees reader cookie, “I thought I had lost you-“ he says but is interupted by Mystic Flour Cookie
“Your friend is no longer. They are mine” Mystic Flour Cookie says, “Dark cacao cookie?” Reader cookie says
Mystic Flour cookie shields reader cookie, “My dear follower. Please go back to your room” she commands as reader cookie nods, running back to their room
“Your dear cocoa soldier is no more. They are now mine to protect.” Mystic flour cookie says, “It is my duty, as the master of the Ivory Pagoda, to protect cookies with my unwavering willpower. I trapped myself in a cocoon just to save my followers.” She explains as she looks down at Dark Cacao cookie, “But a cookie spreaded false rumors of me, as my followers cut open my cocoon. With just one slash. But two cookies tried to protect me, hatae cookie, and reader cookie… doesn’t my story make you feel…. Futile?” She asks
“I-impossible- reader cookie has-“ dark cacao could understand how could reader cookie unless. “Reader cookie is mine. They might not remember me. But they are mine” Mystic Flour cookie says fiercely.
It didn’t take mystical flour more than 5 seconds when she saw reader cookie. Her dear follower. Her dear reader cookie. The lands will turn into flour, cause that’s what cookie kind were made for. Cookies are made by dough, but eventually they’ll crumble. How futile.
Ok thank you so much! I’m so sorry they like went shorter and shorter each beast but- I’m so tired! I hope I didn’t fail you 😭
A/N; so this basically takes Wanda out of Marvel and puts you in her place! Ruling out WandaVision, you follow in Wanda's footsteps through Multiverse of Madness
Warnings: major character death, Corrupted!Reader, mental torture
Summary: after finding out that you have lost absolutely everything in the world that you held dear, you are determined to get it back.
Part One { Part Two { Part Three
As the battle raged around you, you swung your sword and your daggers flew in all directions, hitting Chitauri after Chitauri. Staying on Midgard after Thor and Loki left to go back to Asgard to face off with their sister might have been a good idea since all these beasts have returned. As you drove a dagger into the skull of a rider, you saw the Bifrost activate and you anxiously awaited both Princes joining the battle. Sadly, only Thor stepped out of the Bifrost without Mjolnir and with a new axe.
"Thor!" you called out over the cries of the Chitauri. You slammed your sword into another beast before sliding between their legs and sprinting over to the elder prince, "Thor! Where is Loki? Is he okay?"
Thor stared down at you and cupped your neck gently, his eyes full of drowning sorrow and he pulled you into a tight hug. "I'm sorry," the God whispered, "Loki is dead. Really dead."
Your world crashed in that moment and you laughed into Thor's shoulder, patting his back and shaking your head, "don't be silly! Loki can't die! He's died twice before and has come back! You'll see, he's fine!"
"Lady Y/N," Thor pressed, his eyes full of despair as he reached out to you.
Smiling, you batted away his hand and threw a dagger over his shoulder, "Loki isn't dead, Thor. He's Loki! He's tricked us before!"
Before Thor could lie even more, you ran off into the heat of battle, your mind consumed with thoughts of falling into bed with Loki at the end of the day and raving about how amazing it felt to drive your daggers through the skulls of your victims. Loki couldn't be dead, he would never leave you alone in this world!
A rumble sounded throughout the battlefield and your seiðr immediately informed you that Thanos had arrived. Grinning, your seiðr gleamed around your hands as you took off into the air to face the deadly foe. Even if you went to Valhalla in this battle, Loki would understand! You were going to kill Thanos for breaking Loki back when he fell from the Bifrost.
You landed in front of the titan just as he was approaching Wanda and Vision. You saw that she was going to destroy the Mind Stone and therefore kill Vision and your heart cracked, how it must feel to lose the one you love. Loki would cuddle you later as you cried for them.
Turning to Thanos, he studied you and recognition flashed in his eyes. "Ah," the titan spoke, running chills down your spine as your seiðr crackled around you, "God of Mischief's wife. So sad that you weren't there to see him. It's a shame that he had to die, he could have been my puppet again."
You laughed as you held a dagger up to his face, he was trying to get under your skin. Loki wouldn't have died and left you alone here! He will be here, he and Heimdall were just taking their time! "Nice try but I know he's alive, you haven't won!"
"Oh dear," Thanos chuckled darkly, approaching you and watching your stance tighten, ready to attack, "you're in denial, child. As much as you wish to deny it, I am telling the truth. Loki Laufeyson is dead. Neck snapped and he was dead before he was even thrown back to his worthless brother."
Rage soared through your veins and you screamed as your seiðr ignited in your palms, throwing blast after blast at the titan as he used the Space Stone as a shield against your attacks. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you focused on the core of your seiðr and wrapped a ring of green fire around him.
You closed in the ring around him but you were thrown to the ground when the Mind Stone exploded behind you. Slowly getting to your feet, you didn't have time to stop him as Thanos activated the Time Stone and turned back time around him.
When you were back in your previous place, seiðr burning in your hands, Thanos swatted you away and knelt beside you, picking your head up by your hair. "I know grief, little one, I see why he used you," Thanos spoke softly before dropping you down onto the ground and walking towards Wanda and Vision, kicking Wanda away and seizing Vision by the throat.
You watched as he tore the Stone from Vision's head and added it to the gauntlet, taking in the powerful energy of the combined Infinity Stones.
Suddenly, Thor's new axe flew through the air right into Thanos's chest. Landing before the titan and taking his head into his hand, Thor snarled down at him, "I told you, you'd die for that."
"You... you..." Thanos began, his breathing laboured as Thor stared at him in confusion, "you should have gone for the head."
"NO!" Thor yelled but it was too late, Thanos snapped his fingers and a shockwave threw him and Thor back.
Getting to your feet, you rushed over to your brother-in-law and cupped his cheek, "Thor? Thor! Come on, not you too!"
Thor slowly opened his eyes and smiled up at you before your eyes widened as you stared at your hands. They were disappearing! You were disappearing!
Thor pulled you into a hug, shaking his head quickly, "don't go. Don't go! Not like him..."
"I'm sorry..." you whispered to him, tilting your head and smiling at him, "I'll say hello to Loki for you."
As quick as you disappeared, you reappeared. Knelt awkwardly on the floor, you looked around in confusion for any sign of Thor. He had just been here! Where is he!?
An orange portal appeared in front of you and you held out your daggers to the sorcerer that you had met before. "So, we meet again, Princess Y/N Lokiwife. I'm sorry it is under such circumstances but we need your help."
Your anger from before resurfaced and you threw a dagger in his direction but he merely caught it and sighed, "I apologise for what happened, Y/N," Doctor Strange spoke carefully, "Loki was a good man to you. I trust that he will continue to live in your memory."
Scoffing, you marched past the sorcerer through the portal. What you saw on the other side was the ruined land that used to be Avengers Compound. Seeing it destroyed left a mournful spark in your heart as you remembered how you and Tony had agreed to study the science of magic in the labs, how you and Cap had sparred on the grass out front, how you and Loki had danced in the rain one too many times and it left you rolling in the sheets for the next three hours.
Even the thought of Loki had tears prickling in your eyes but you stood tall, daggers in one hand and a sword in the other. Your Asgardian armour materialised on your body, changing your chosen colour on the leathers to green to honour the loss of your husband. His helm appeared on your head, the simple one that he wore throughout his reign as King of Asgard.
Everyone was gathering together, waiting for a signal to attack and you readily joined them, keen to take your anger out on another army. The weapons in your hands vibrated with your nerves as you took in the tension around you, you could feel all the sorrow and loss burning in the atmosphere and being transformed into rage, determination to fight for what was right and to save the world.
"Avengers!" Came the voice of Steve from a way down, his voice magnified thanks to Doctor Strange. Mjolnir came flying into his hand and you stared in shock for a moment before he whispered, "assemble."
With a mighty cry, you all charged at the army on the other side of the field. You pushed your seiðr into your hands and propelled up into the sky. Below, you could see the moment both sides hit and began the brawl but you focused on one; Thanos. He was wearing armour this time but that bastard wouldn't be spared because of that. With a roar, you dropped down and the space around you gleamed with green when you landed.
Instantly, the scent of blood and dust and explosives hit your nose and it fueled your rage even more. Meeting eyes with your foe, you snarled, "you took everything from me."
The monster regarded you carefully but there was no recognition in his eyes as he raised his blade and got into a battle stance, "I don't even know who you are."
"You will," you whispered and closed your eyes. Centuries old seiðr burned through your veins, prickling to be used, to be ignited and bring forth your storm. With deep concentration, you lifted off the ground, the floor around you lifting alongside you and memories flew through your mind as you launched debris after debris at the monster.
"Remember, darling," he whispered gently into your ear, his hands stroking down your forearms as your hand gleamed your familiar forest green, "you know yourself better than anybody. Channel your knowledge into your hands and try again."
Following his lead, you closed your eyes and dug deep into yourself, curling protectively around your magical core as you felt it pulse and spark at your proximity. Slowly, you drew it to the surface and opened your eyes, grinning when you saw a fully formed illusion of yourself in front of you. Whooping with joy, you turned and wrapped your arms around Loki's neck, laughing and giggling.
Loki laughed with you before his eyes dropped to your lips and he leaned forward, pressing his cold lips to yours and smiling when you sighed into the kiss, your arms tightening around his neck.
Tears streaming down your cheeks, you pushed past the many illusions you had created to distract the monster and leapt forward, catching him off-balance and throwing him to the floor, your dagger to his neck.
"Now I remember you," Thanos spat, "you're Laufeyson's whore. All he ever screamed was your name as I cut him to pieces and put him together again. Judging by your anger, I say he's dead. Judging by your need to murder me, I killed him."
Your dagger was so close to his throat before you were thrown away by a Chitauri rider, screaming in anger as Thanos got away. Luckily, he didn't get far before Wanda confronted him. Her power was immense and you couldn't help but stand frozen as she attacked him, lifting him up into the air and almost squeezing him to death before he called for his whole army.
You saw the guns start to lock their target onto Wanda so you quickly got to your feet and slid in front of her, pulling up a barrier to save the both of you from the blasts.
"Thanks," Wanda panted, helping you to your feet, offering you a broken smile.
"Anytime. I've got a monster to defeat," you patted her shoulder before running back at Thanos, only to see a woman holding him in place, the gauntlet on his hand that she was keeping open with just her brute strength. When he headbutted her, she showed no reaction so you took Thanos's shock as an opening and blasted his feet so he fell.
You walked up to the woman and sighed, "this man murdered my husband. Let me kill him."
Thanos chuckled and reached up, tugging the power stone from the gauntlet and using its power to blast the both of you away. You hit the ground and rolled, trying to get back onto your feet before Tony lunged in and you watched him take the stones from the gauntlet before he was pushed away.
Thanos heaved breaths as he stood tall, gauntleted hand raised high. "I am... inevitable."
When he snapped, nothing happened and he looked confused, turning over his hand and staring down at the empty gauntlet.
You heard the clink of stones behind you and you turned with Thanos to see Tony on his knees, taking the full power of the Infinity Stones as he glared at Thanos.
"And I..." Tony breathed, his speech becoming difficult as he tried to focus on the matter at hand, "am... Iron Man."
The snap that followed filled your heart with hope as you spun around, hoping to see those that Thanos killed revived; including Loki. Instead, you watched as monster after monster disappeared. Realising what was happening, you stalked forward and grabbed Thanos's hand, snarling down at him.
"My face will be the last you see, just as yours was Loki's last," you spat, smirking as his face was reduced to ash.
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The satisfaction of Thanos' death didn't linger for long. You didn't attend Tony's funeral but you paid respects before you disappeared from his cabin.
Your anger still burned inside you as you tracked down the witch who had what you needed. Agatha Harkness. You had stalked her for several days now and you were sure her home was covered in powerful runes. You readied yourself for the probability that you would be without your magic, a holster on your thigh prepped with daggers and throwing knives and a gun, a holster on your bicep hidden under your sleeve with another dagger and the pin you spun your hair around was sharpened to use as a weapon if needed.
Blasting down the door, you stepped out of the way of a blast of purple and smirked when you saw Agatha, purple glowing in her hand as she glared at you.
"I thought I sensed someone stalking me," the witch spat, sending another blast your way which you attempted to sidestep but it hit you in your side, making you double over, "what do you want, hun? Are you lost?"
You giggled and threw a dagger right at her face, watching as she caught it and sent it right back to you before the image of you disappeared in a gimmer of green and you appeared behind her. "Sorry," you cooed, kicking her feet and watching her fall, "but I need something of yours."
"The Dark Hold?" Agatha asked sweetly, a sinister look glimmering in her eye, "it consumes everything it touches. Are you sure, dear? Surely Loki wouldn't be very happy."
"I'm doing this for Loki, witch, he will never have to know," you snarled, the remnants of your seiðr gleaming as ropes formed around her, "I'll take the book off your hands."
You walked closer to her and took a keyring from her belt, seeing the book charm on it that seeped with dark magic. You glared down at Agatha with a sickening smirk on your face, "I'm sorry," you whispered, "but you aren't allowed to remember this."
You delved into her mind the moment you touched her temple, erasing all memory of you from her mind and planting ideas in her head that she had lost the Dark Hold a year ago. Smirking, you unbound her and left the dingy cottage, disappearing in a gimmer of forest green.
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Feeling the press of lips to your skin, you smiled and opened your eyes, seeing Loki above you. With a bright smile on your face, you reached up and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down into a soft kiss. Loki quickly sighed into the kiss and his tongue passed between your lips, his hips rocking against yours,
Taking a breath, you pulled away and whimpered at the sight of him above you. His curls were bouncy, his eyes the most beautiful emeralds that you had ever seen, his toned body easily holding itself above you. With a grin, you pulled him into a more heated kiss and he growled playfully as he rolled onto his back, you straddling him as you continued to kiss.
Just as you were about to undress him, he grabbed your wrist gently and frowned as he whispered, "this has to stop."
You frowned instantly, curious as to why he was saying such a thing. "What do you mean, Loki?
Loki stared down at you with a frown, grief overtaking his senses as he cupped your cheek like usual, closing his eyes and sealing your lips into a kiss. When he pulled away, he sighed and stroked the tears from your cheek, "I'm dead, princess, please stop it... you have to stop... you're losing yourself..."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you sat up and shook your head, "but I am looking for you! You're alive, you know you are! I know you are! If it had just... If you had stayed on Midgard and I had gone with Thor, you would be alive..."
"But that wasn't the case," Loki declared, "I went and I died. That was my choice. I fought for my kingdom, I protected my brother, I protected you."
"But you're not here with me!" You sobbed, climbing out of the bed and walking to the window, frowning when you saw nothing outside of it. Just an illusion, as always, never another universe.
Arms wrapped around your waist and a kiss was pressed to your shoulder as tears dripped down your cheeks, "please," Loki whispered, "please put down the book. Please. I'm dead... Please, Y/N, you're losing who you used to be."
A childish giggle broke your stare out of the window and you whirled around to see a younger version of you and Loki happily playing on the carpet. Loki's hair was shorter, his clothes showed his youth and his smile showed it even more; so innocent and ignorant to the reality of the world outside.
"Loki?" the younger version of you spoke, looking up from her Valkyrie doll to stare at the boy across from her.
Younger Loki looked away from his toy to smile at his friend, "yes, Y/N? Are you alright?"
"Where do you see us in the future?" you asked with a shy smile, your fingers playing nervously with the loose string on your dress, not meeting your friend's eyes in an attempt to not look desperate.
"Why, married to you, of course! You're my bestest friend and I wanna protect you like papa does with mama! When I'm King, you will be my Queen and we will rule Asgard for thousands of years!" Loki declared, pulling you up and laughing at your squeal.
Erupting in laughter, the both of you embraced and swayed contentedly to each other's heartbeats.
"Your Queen," the younger version of you whispered with a dainty smile, "I like the sound of that."
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It took a month before your power built up enough for you to look at the multiverse. It required someone with a strong magical core so you trained for weeks to strengthen your core to be able to hold all of that magic.
Taking a deep breath, you opened the Dark Hold and cast the enchantment that allowed you to see the other universes. Giggling erupted immediately, calls of "Loki!", "mummy!", "Daddy!" being heard from a vast number of realities.
Igniting the candles around you, your body rose into the air as you closed your eyes and began the dreamwalking ritual. Soon enough, you found your way into a branch and overtook the you of that reality.
She fought for a while but she had no match for your power, fueled by grief and hatred. You locked her away in her mind for now and took a look at where she was living.
It was a quaint cabin in the mountains. It was cluttered and the fire was lit, the smell of food cooking in the kitchen just behind the living room.
"Y/N!" came the call of the voice you were desperate to hear again and you stepped closer to the kitchen, peeking your head around the corner to stare at your husband. He was dressed in a sweater and black sweatpants that hugged his waist and you drooled. Turning, he saw you staring and smirked, "later, dearest, can you go wake Haven? It's almost dinner time."
You nodded numbly and a flutter overtook your stomach. You had a child with Loki in this reality! Walking into the other room, you saw the child snuggled up on her bed and your heart ached to hold them. You stepped closer and dropped to your knees before the child, gently taking their hand and shaking them.
"Sweetheart," you whispered, their cute little snores continuing so you pressed on, "Haven... come on, baby, time to wake up."
Slowly, the child woke up and she flashed you a delighted smile, reaching for your face, "mama," she whispered tiredly.
With a grin, you reached forward to pick her up but you were thrown back into your own body. Disoriented, you looked around for any sign of Haven or Loki but your heart broke when there were none.
Staring down at your hands, you sobbed when you saw that your fingers were slowly turning black. Sniffling, you looked over at the Dark Hold, doubt settling in before it was destroyed when a thought crossed your mind.
Loki would do the same for you.
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"Apples, right?" Doctor Strange asked, walking up to you as you trimmed the branches of the trees surrounding your home.
"Eventually," you replied, tilting your head at him, "don't tell me there's another time-jumping Thanos to defeat?"
Stephen smirked and shook his head, "no, this is worse. Much worse. See, there's this girl that's jumped into this reality and she's being followed by monsters, wanting her power, we need your help to figure out what is going on."
"There were always others that you could call?" You suggested, elated to hear that the brat you had been tracking for months now had finally found the right dimension.
"Yeah well if you take into consideration all of the bug-themed heroes and then one of the two most powerful Avengers? Who did you think I was going to pick?" Stephen asked with a fond smile on his face.
You grinned as you walked with him, taking account of how he wanted your help, a plan formulating in your brain. "What if you brought America here?" you suggested.
"Here?" Stephen asked with a curious look and you didn't notice your slip up but he did, trying to figure out when he had called her out by her name.
"Yeah. I know what it's like to be on your own, hunted for abilities you never wanted... I can protect her..." you assured him, continuing to walk until realising that he wasn't following. Upon that realisation, you turned to him curiously.
Stephen sighed and shook his head. Taking that as confirmation that you had slipped up, you sighed and shook your head, "you never told me her name, did you?"
"No."
Sighing, you raised your hand and the illusion of the trees disappeared to reveal the dead plot of land that you had killed in a burst of rage, "you know... the illusion was the easy part... the lying? Not so much..."
Your casual clothes melted away to reveal your armour. You were wearing armour reminiscent of Loki's ceremonial garb but the horns were made into a circlet and the overall make was more feminine. Your fingertips became black as coal once more and you found that you didn't care anymore.
You watched as Stephen looked around the destruction until his eyes landed on the Dark Hold. Shocked, he took a step forward towards it, "The Dark Hold," he breathed, his eyes darting to you.
"You know of the Dark Hold?" you asked curiously, tilting your head and stepping closer to him.
"I know that it is the Book of the Damned," Stephen replied, his eyes never leaving yours, "I know that it corrupts anything and anyone it touches. I wonder what it has done to you."
You shook your head and grinned at him, "the Dark Hold only showed me the truth. What I lost... can be mine again..."
"What do you want with America? What do you want with the Multiverse?" Stephen asked, watching your reactions and keeping his guard up as he scowled at you.
You smiled and shrugged languidly, "I'm going to leave this reality and go to one where I can be with Loki."
"Y/N, Loki is dead, you cannot tamper with the multiverse to reverse that," Stephen tried, sympathy on his face as he took a step closer to you.
You sighed and walked close to him until you were close enough to feel his breath on your skin, "if you knew there was a world where you were happy, wouldn't you want to go there?"
Stephen rolled his eyes and looked away, "I am happy."
You grinned and shook your head, "I know better than most what self-deception looks like, Stephen Strange."
"What you're doing is a flagrant violation of every natural law," Stephen continued, his eyes boring into yours, trying to find the woman beneath the corruption, trying to save you, "if you take that child's power, she won't survive."
Your eyes darkened as you leaned closer to him, "I don't relish hurting anyone, Stephen. But she's not a child," you scoffed, walking around the surgeon as you continued, she's a supernatural being. Such raw power could wreak havoc on this and other universes. Her sacrifice... would be for the greater good."
"Well, then you can kiss your title as an Avenger goodbye because that's the kind of justification our enemies use," Stephen retorted, glaring at you as you scowled.
"Is it the one you used? When you gave Thanos the Time Stone? I almost had him, I almost killed him. I was so close, so close to grabbing that gauntlet and reversing what he did to Loki. Instead, because of you, he snapped away trillions. And you were praised for bringing them back," you sneered, a tear dropping unconsciously down your cheek, "you break the rules and become a hero. I do it and I become the enemy. That doesn't seem fair."
Stephen took a steady breath and sighed, "what happens now?"
"Return to Kamar-Taj and prepare to hand over America Chavez by sundown. Peacefully," you whispered, your eyes never leaving Stephen's, "after that? You'll never see me again."
You began to walk away, the Dark Hold disappearing into your skin as you walked but you stopped when Stephen began again. "And if we don't?"
You turned to him and sighed, shrugging, "then it won't be Y/N that comes for her. It will be the Goddess of Revenge."
With that, you continued walking away, leaving Stephen in the destroyed orchard.
~~~~~~~
"You have to stop, please," a whisper blew through your ears as you waited above Kamar-Taj, watching them getting into a battle formation. Loki's voice used to bring you so much sorrow but you were going to do anything to bring him back, you just needed to wait a while longer.
You watched the sun sink below the mountains and your seiðr gleamed in your hands as you made yourself visible. You saw them all ready to fight and your heart ached. You didn't want to hurt anybody but you would do anything to get your family back.
You watched as Stephen flew up in front of you and you smiled sadly. "All of this for a child you met yesterday," you murmured, a tear dripping down your cheek.
"Y/N, you are justifiably angry. You lost so many things," Stephen frowned, trying to gauge your emotions cautiously.
"My husband has died three times now. Twice, I had to watch and the third I was simply told. Three times my heart has died, three times have I longed for it to be me instead of him," you whispered, not even looking at Stephen now, another tear falling before you gathered yourself and glared at him, "do not speak to me of sacrifice, Stephen Strange."
You flew closer to him and took in his appearance, how calm he was on the outside but how worried he was beneath the surface, a side he longed you not to see. "If you give me what I want," you whispered gently, "I can send you to a world where you can be with Christine."
Stephen drew a breath and floated backwards, his face hardening into a scowl as he snarled, "the full might of Kamar-Taj stands against you," behind him, the battle formation got ready to fight and you smiled at their efforts, "do not dare to enter these sacred grounds."
"You have no idea just how reasonable I've been," you shook your head, Loki's voice in your mind coming forth to beg you to stop once more but you pushed it away.
"Yeah," Stephen sighed, rolling his eyes, "Book of the Damned, calling yourself Goddess of Revenge, conjuring creatures to abduct a kid, I don't exactly call that being reasonable."
You laughed softly, your nose tingling from the onslaught of tears, "sending those creatures after her instead of myself was... mercy. And in spite of your hypocrisies and insults, I have begged you to safely get out of my way," you spat, a tear dragging down your cheek as you continued, "you have exhausted my patience but I do hope you understand that even now... what's about to happen... this is me... being... reasonable."
You shot a blast of darkened green at the sorcerer but it was blocked by a shield. Once realising that your attack failed, you stopped and watched him fly down to stand with the Sorcerer Supreme.
Snarling, you spent the next ten minutes fighting your way to getting to some point of weakness in the shields. An opportunity came in the shape of a trainee, his hands shaking and his nerves being displayed on his face. Giving him a small smile, an illusion appeared behind him and whispered, "run."
The shield fell as the trainee scampered, bashing past other sorcerers. You built up your seiðr and threw it through the hole in the shield, their screams fueling your anger as you threw blast after blast at the people attacking you.
In the back of your mind, you knew that this was wrong, you knew you needed to stop, that there were other ways that you could try but the Dark Hold's grip on you was too great.
You brought the sanctum to its knees and when you landed, a wave of green flashed and you walked through the ruin, not really seeing it. You needed to get America. You needed to get Loki and Haven back, you needed them!
With a deep breath, you delved into your mind and located America in a secured room with elder sorcerers. If only she could see that you needed her power for good reasons! You needed Loki back, that's all you wanted! All you would ever need!
As you opened your eyes again, you saw Stephen in front of you. He glared at you as he spoke, "you want the girl, you'll have to go through me."
"Fine," you answered, walking forward and preparing to fight. Instead, the world around you began to spin and become disoriented. You gasped as you saw yourself in front of you and you walked forward.
Taking in your appearance, you gave out a broken sob as you saw how tired you looked. Your fingers were consumed by the dark magic of the book you needed, Loki's armour had started to crack, your circlet had darkened from Loki's gold to a disgusting murky grey with cracks in it.
"You're losing yourself," came the pleading voice again, your heart sinking as you realised that you were.
The lucidity of the moment didn't last long, however, as you saw many reflections of yourself appear. Realising it was a trick, you called your seiðr and pulled the reflections away. The mirrors cracked and you looked around timidly, firing off a blast that quickly rebounded and bounced off every reflection.
Wait! Reflections! Loki taught you something about reflections before.
"If you put your finger to a mirror and there's a space between you and your reflection's finger, that means it's a real mirror! If you see that your fingertips are touching, it's one way! Mother taught me that! Said that silly Vanir and Elves do it to trick unsuspecting people!" younger Loki giggled.
You rolled your eyes and pouted, "no way! Why would anyone wanna spy? Why can't they just keep to themselves like we do?"
Younger Loki shrugged and laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "don't worry, my precious girl, I will protect you."
You smiled and rested your head against his chest, grinning and rolling your eyes, "my hero."
Stepping forward, you pressed your hand to the shattered glass and found that there wasn't a gap between your hand and the reflections. Smirking, you dipped your hand through and cast a spell to disintegrate Stephen's sling ring before he used it to get America out of the sanctum.
How cute, you thought as some parts of the glass became blank. They were trying to cover the reflections. Finally, you found something big enough to crawl through, your body becoming disfigured as you pressed through but righting itself when you stood up.
Before you stood Wong, Stepehn and behind them, America.
"All those lives just to keep me from Loki and Haven," you sighed, walking to stand opposite the three of them.
"You took those lives. You cannot be allowed to cross into the Multiverse," Stephen replied, standing in front of America like a shield and you sighed.
"I'm not a monster, Stephen, I'm a mother," you remarked, feeling another wave of depression and pain wash over you.
"Y/N, you have no child and you don't have Loki, he's dead and Haven doesn't exist," Stephen breathed, trying to reason with you.
You smiled sadly and shook your head, "they're alive... I know they are... because I dream of them. Every. Night," you whispered, a tear dropping unknowingly as you summoned the DarkHold from your pocket dimension, "of my husband and the child we made together."
The Dark Hold opened to reveal whisps of other universes, rings of laughter and chaos filling the deathly silent room. You stared at one of the whisps, a universe in which Loki and you had moved away to the mountains to live alone and soon, raise your child. "Every night, the same dream," the book disappeared and more tears welled in your eyes, "and every morning, the same... nightmare..."
"What if you reach them? What happens to the other you?" Stephen asked, trying a different angle to attempt to make you see reason, "what happens to their wife and mother?"
You tried to keep a cool expression as images of killing the other version of you flashed behind your eyes, taking her place and finally being happy. You didn't understand why this was so hard for Stephen to understand, you just wanted to get Loki back and to have Haven! Why was that such a crime!?
You didn't expect his attack to come so when he shot two serpents at you, you only just had enough time to react and stop them. No matter how many times you beheaded them, however, they keep coming back. Stephen hissed as you continued to behead the serpents and you looked at him weirdly before overpowering him with a huge blast of green.
Lifting up into the air, green seiðr glowing around your hands, you threw Stephen away from America and grabbed her with red tendrils of magic, listening to her frightened screams. Wong attempted to attack you but you caught his daggers easily and threw them away, knocking him away easily.
You began to suck America's powers out of her body, the beautiful blue glow gave you the best feeling of elation that you had ever experienced. You were going to get your family back!
A portal was opening behind America as you kept stealing her power and you couldn't stop it when Stephen jumped through with America in his arms.
Seething, you used your magic to chain Wong up and begin setting up candles to dreamwalk. Once you were ready, you summoned the Dark Hold and began the ritual, floating in the air as you travelled to the universe where you felt America's power.
When you arrived, you were in a quaint cottage, your lesser version clearing up a bowl from Haven's lap and giving a kiss to Loki. When she walked into the kitchen, you latched onto her brain and took over.
The girl fought well, you'd give her that, but not well enough. Once you were in control, you sighed softly and headed to the back door.
"Y/N?" called a voice from the living room and you froze, your heart beating wildly as you registered Loki's peaceful voice.
"Yes, darling?" you called back, tears brimming in your eyes making it impossible to see straight.
"Where are you going?"
You thought of an excuse before you sighed and shrugged, "just to... take out the trash."
"Mama! Come here! Wanna show you somefink!" called the little voice of the child you would never have.
Gathering the courage, you walked into the living room to see Loki on the floor with Haven, both of their hands glowing with seiðr. You sobbed softly as you watched Narvi form a love heart in the air with sparkles around it.
Loki looked away from his daughter to face you and he frowned when he saw you crying. "Is everything alright, beloved?" he asked gently, standing up and hugging you from the side, resting your head on his shoulder.
Nodding, you cuddled into him and enjoyed his warmth.
Suddenly, pain washed over you and you were thrown backwards. You snapped away from the multiverse you were in and saw someone stabbing the Dark Hold. Your mind was still connected to the other you so you felt Loki's arms supporting you and the screams of your daughter.
"Darling? Darling are you alright?" Loki asked, worry clear on his face as he held you.
You watched as he slowly disappeared even if you gripped onto him and you clutched your heart as you sobbed before looking over at where the Dark Hold was, seeing it disintegrate underneath the blade.
"No, no, no!!" you sprinted over to the book, trying to find something to salvage but there was nothing. Angrily, you turned to Wong and blasted him away, stalking after his rolling body.
"I need the Dark Hold spells. You are the Sorcerer Supreme. Tell me what you know," you demanded, anger bubbling inside you as desire burned alongside it, desire to be back in the loving arms of your husband, to see your daughter's magic.
Wong spat out some blood as he glared at you, "you'll have to kill me, Witch."
"Not you, them," you threatened, lifting up the few survivors of Kamar-Taj, making them writhe in agony as Wong could only watch.
"Y/N stop. Y/N, please," Wong looked between you and the survivors before relenting, "the Dark Hold was a copy!"
You ceased the torture after that and looked towards Wong, "a copy?"
"Legend speaks of a mounted with the wretched spells you seek carved into its walls. It's there that the Dark Hold was transcribed. Mount Wundagore," Wong replied, guilt showing over his face as he sighed.
"Wundagore?" you whispered, hope brimming in your chest yet again at the prospect of seeing your child and husband again.
"No one has survived the journey," Wong revealed, hoping to distract you and keep you away with the threat.
You scoffed and summoned a sling ring from a dead sorcerer and gave it to Wong, darkness in your eye as you sneered, "perhaps we will be the exception."
You glared at Wong as he sighed and looked down at the sling ring, shaking his head and putting it on. You looked up at the sky, relief washing over you as you knew your wait was almost over, you would have America's power soon and you would be able to save Loki and bring Haven to life! You would do this. You needed him, you need him back so much.
A/N: this is part two to 'I need him back' so if you have not read that, it is linked below so please read that before you read this! Also the reason why this took so long? This chapter is over 10k!
Word count: 12k, good luck
Summary: getting to Mount Wundagore, you try to fulfill your mission to get your husband back. How will your view on your magic change afterwards?
Warnings: major character death, dead!Loki, flashbacks, corrupted reader
Part One { Part Two { Part Three
The portal opened before you, showing the snowy, abandoned landscape on the other side. You followed Wong through the portal into the cold, a heating spell encasing you and making you feel a little bit of relief. In the distance, Mount Wundagore came into view and you sighed.
"You couldn't portal us up there?" you asked, gesturing to the mountain with an angry tone.
"My magic can only take us so far," Wong answered, shuddering from the cold, "masters of the mystic arts weren't meant to tread upon the forbidden grounds of Wundagore."
You rolled your eyes and your seiðr brought you up into the air, guiding you to Wundagore with Wong being forced to come along. Once you landed, your hand ignited in poisoned green and you walked around the left side of the cave.
"Eons ago, the first demon, Cthon, carved his dark magic into this tomb. These same spells were later transcribed into the Dark Hold," Wong revealed as you looked at the familiar engravings on the walls.
Suddenly, some rocks fell behind you and you gasped as you turned around, trying to find the source of the noise. Usually, Loki would jump out from behind the corner and go 'boo! It's me!' but not this time, not until you got him back.
You continued to walk through the cave, looking at all of the carvings on its walls and around it, passing by carvings of ancient judges glaring down at anyone who steps here.
"There's no telling what soulless monstrocities lie within," Wong continued and you listened, taking the warning to heart as you would with any warning. You weren't stupid, you knew that this place was dangerous, Frigga herself would have kept far away from this place but you needed Loki back more than you need your fear.
Igniting the fires around the cave, you started to look around before beasts roared and you and Wong took a step back. Wong quickly jumped into action, his magic swirling around his hands as your poisoned green shimmered around your hands. Jumping up onto the raised platform, you got ready to attack before the beasts looked at each other and bowed before you.
Confused, you turned around and looked at the large engraving of the Scarlet Witch on the wall. You had read about her for many years, even back during your young days studying with Loki under the patient eyes of Frigga. As you stared at the engraving, you remembered the burst of power you felt as you took the Dark Hold from Agatha.
Your power matched that of the Scarlet Witch. You had always been told that your power was immense, that you were made the Goddess of Patience to level out Loki's mischief but as you read the Dark Hold, another passage stood out to you.
On par with the Scarlet Witch in levels of power is the Goddess of Revenge. Fated to slay the world and lay waste to the cosmos, the Goddess of Revenge is the Scarlet Witch's only equal. This Goddess will likely one day bring ruin to the Nine Realms and catastrophe to the Multiverse. Should the Scarlet Witch and the Goddess of Revenge ever awaken at the same time, the end of the Cosmos is nigh.
Taking a shuddering breath, your seiðr gleamed around your hands as you turned to the kneeling monsters. "This isn't a tomb," you whispered, tears forming in your eyes as you stared down at the ones that served you, "it's a throne."
You slipped off the platform and walked around the throne room, finding a similar carving to the Scarlet Witch to your right. Beside it was a smaller carving but one that looked so painfully familiar to you; Haven. You rested your hand on hers gently, taking in the Jötunn markings all over her, created so carefully and intricately that it brought tears to your eyes.
Remembering that you weren't alone, you turned to Wong and sighed softly, "you're wondering what happens now?"
"No," Wong answered, his face stoic and uncaring, "that I have already accepted. But I do wonder... when you could force America to send you to any reality that you want, why take her power for your own? You know it would kill her."
"For Loki and Haven, to protect them," you answered, nipping your hands as you looked at the Sorcerer Supreme, "what if she gets sick? What if Loki has something wrong with his seiðr? In the infinite Multiverse, there is a cure for every disease, an aid for all magical failures. A solution to every problem," you walked closer to him, feeling nothing in your heart as you explained, "I won't lose them again."
"Try as you might, Y/N, you cannot control everything."
"But I can!" you answered quickly, forcing him to look around the temple with a broken smile on your face, "look around you! It's carved in stone. We were meant to rule everything, Wanda and I. But that's not what I want," you turned to face Wong with a small smile, "I just want my family back."
"At the cost of a child's life?" Wong asked, hoping to get some reaction from that. America was a child just as your daughter was! "Is there no peace in knowing that even though you cannot be with the ones that you love, there are worlds where you are together? Is that not enough?"
Giggles floated through the living room as you sat on your knees beside Haven, her drawing a silly drawing of a house, humming as she drew spikes for grass and stick figures in front of the house. She proudly displayed it to you and Loki kneeling in front of her. "Mama! Papa! Dis us!" she proudly exclaimed.
Loki beamed and took the drawing from his daughter's hands, showing it to you as he laughed, "it is perfect, Haven, you're so clever!"
He swooped down and brought Haven up into his arms, her erupting in giggles as she was held upside down. "This belongs in the gallery of Asgard, it's magnificent! But let's settle for the fridge."
Haven squealed and clapped her hands as you took her from your husband, following him into the kitchen as Haven chanted 'fwidge, fwidge, fwidge!'.
Pinning the picture to the fridge, Loki smiled and stood beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he laughed, "I love my girls so much."
Tears in your eyes, you grabbed Wong with your darkening seiðr and whispered, "no," before throwing him out of the temple.
Uncaring about the fact that you had probably just killed a man, you got on top of the platform and began the process of dreamwalking again. You found your way back to the universe you had gone to before the Dark Hold's destruction. Entry to her mind was more accessible now that you had broken down her defences.
Opening your eyes, you were in the body of your variant, cuddled up beside Haven and Loki in bed. You turned your head to look at your husband and you reached out to cup his cheek gently, a pang of depression running through you as you stared at his high cheekbones, thin lips and sculpted torso uncovered by the bedsheets.
Your mind was back on the mission in no time, forcing yourself away from Loki and Haven, heading downstairs and out of the door. Taking off into the air, you followed America's magic signature and found her instantly in a building in Central Park.
You blew down the doors instantly, wave after wave of robots trying to bring you down but your magic was quicker. You twisted heads off bots, blew up servers in others, and progressed through the building. Your magic was a darker green than it had been before, your mind was empty except for your goal; find America and take her power. The dainty voice that sounded so much like Loki was no longer heard over the deafening silence that had taken root in your mind. You didn't even register the evident corruption now, ignoring all signs as you yearned for your heart, the two broken pieces you desperately craved.
You took out swarms of bots, your magic defending you as you screamed, taking out your rage on all of the bots that approached you. Once you had defeated every last one, you progressed towards America locked in a quarantine box with Christine Palmer trying to free her. One wave of her hands and the computers were malfunctioning so that she could not open the box.
Before you could claim your prize, someone landed in front of you and you halted. Moreover, more people appeared soon after and you were standing in front of a force that reminded you of the Avengers. You missed the days when you and Loki had laughed at their trivial lives and regularly stole from Stark's alcohol collection.
"Y/N, stop," the man at the front began, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. Who was this man and how did he know you? Were you being watched in this reality because of your power? "You've possessed an innocent woman but you can still do the right thing. Let her go."
You looked behind the man at the box where America was still struggling to get out of containment, you had time to play with if that box was as strong as it looked.
"Please," the man continued, making you seethe on the inside. This mortal dared to beg her to stop her quest! "I have children of my own, I understand your pain."
You stared at him blankly as you raised an eyebrow, power crackling in your blood, "is their mother still alive?"
The man looked sympathetic as he nodded and replied, "yes."
"Good," you commented, feeling no remorse as you continued, "then there will be someone left to raise them."
A mother's love was stronger, after all, this man's wife could be perfectly capable of raising his children. Months ago, you would have backed down at the knowledge that he was a father but today you found that you didn't care. All of this was just a stepping stone to getting Loki back.
"Y/N," the man sighed, looking behind him to the man dressed in black, "Black Bolt can destroy you with just a whisper from his mouth."
You tilted your head in confusion as your magic ignited and invisibly slithered into the man, sealing his mouth shut. Once it was done, you looked at the man in the front with evident confusion, "what mouth?"
You watched emotionlessly as everyone turned to the man, watching his struggle and you didn't even flinch when he screamed, his brain exploding from the sound and dropping dead to the ground.
At seeing his friend murdered, the man that had done all the negotiating until now reached out his extending arm to grab you but you were quicker. You used your magic to stretch him out as far as he could before he was ripped down into strips. You felt nothing as the man screamed and then disappeared. Evidently, the two women were enraged by the display and started to attack you.
The fight lasted five minutes, you pulling down a statue on top of this world's Captain Marvel, killing her on impact and then throwing a shield reminiscent of Steve's through the stomach of this world's Captain Carter. You watched them both die and felt nothing.
You continued on, dragging your broken leg behind you as you walked, watching as the two women panicked, trying their best to break the glass of the quarantine boxes. You smirked as you walked closer, tilting your head as America stared at you and whimpered. As a last-ditch effort, America punched the glass and it cracked in the shape of a star. You smirked at the demonstration of how to open the portals.
Before you could break the glass yourself, however, a voice called from the other end of the room. "Enough!"
You turned to see a man in an advanced wheelchair glaring at you before he reached up and held his head, diving into the variant's mind.
"Remember, Y/N, the mind is a sacred place full of all of your secrets and your memories. You must protect it with your life," Frigga had once spoken to you, holding your hands and teaching you the magic of the mind.
You had keenly listened and practised daily with either Frigga or Loki.
Now, you brought up some green fog as a distraction, rolling in like the ocean when the tides come in. You saw him trying to help your variant out from underneath some wreckage of Avengers Campus. The man stopped when he felt you near and he shuddered when he felt you behind him.
Jumping out of the cloud of fog, you grabbed hold of his head and snapped his neck, cackling as you disappeared from your mind, coming out just in time to see the man wither and die.
When you looked back over at the box, however, you found it to be empty. In shock, you looked around you, growled and began to follow her magic signature again. Running down flights of stairs as you heard them running ahead of you. You chased them through the building and down into the secret tunnels.
The door in front of you shut quickly when they saw you coming and you opened it slowly to torment them, a twisted grin on your face as you began the chase again through a tunnel. They tried to close every safety door that they could but you simply blasted them before they could shut and ran through the gap. Distantly, you heard a whisper of Loki going, 'don't... please... stop...' but you ignore it.
The final door shut before you could blast it but you recalled another lesson Loki had taught you.
"Teleportation is a simple task," Loki began, walking down the clearing of the library, your eyes following him hungrily as he explained with huge gestures of his hands, "you delve into your core, focus on where you want to be and you will it to be so. You need more concentration to not have the shine of seiðr around you as you appear, however, that is the only downside."
You eagerly stood from the sofa before the fire and nodded as you held out your hand, "teach me," you whispered and his lips quirked up with a proud grin.
The next few hours involved you learning and trying to teleport but it was all a failure. "Why don't we try a different way?" Loki proposed, closing the distance between the both of you and sealing your lips in a kiss. As you kissed, you felt a strange sensation fill your body before disappearing and when you pulled away, you were standing on the library's second-floor balcony.
Gasping, you looked at Loki and grinned, "yeah, that'll help me remember."
Closing your eyes, you remembered the warmth on Loki's lips as you kissed him, the strange tingling sensation flowing through you as you focused more power into your teleportation so that you wouldn't glow when you appeared before them. The result was three people screaming in terror as you materialised before them, turning on their heels and continuing to run.
You began the chase again and when you go to the end of the tunnel, you saw them jumping through a door. Slyly, you walked over to the door and floated down silently while their backs were turned. As Stephen reached up to grab the Book of Vishanti, you grabbed America by the hair with your seiðr and pulled her towards you, her screaming and kicking all the way.
Focusing her magic, you opened a portal behind Stephen and Christine, throwing them through it before using America's power to create a portal back to Mount Wundagore in your reality. Seeing yourself made you smirk, you looked so powerful, you bet Loki would be on his knees before you soon, worshipping how much you had grown into your destiny.
You threw America through the portal and relinquished your hold on your variant as the portal closed. With a hushed sigh of relief, you levitated off of the platform and stalked towards America, hope building in your chest as you only saw a vessel holding the power that you needed to be with your family again. Why did no one else see that you needed this?!
"This isn't what your family would want!" America gasped, trying to get over the pain of having your power in her mind, controlling her powers for her,
With a pain-filled tear in your eye, you lifted America up onto the platform and walked around to the raised step behind her head. You gently traced the carvings on the platform before looking down at the child, "they'll never know."
"Maybe not," America spat back instantly, "but you will."
You looked out into the distance, unable to look at the girl any longer as a tear dripped down your cheek. You recalled a time where Loki had tried to hide something from you, failing miserably.
You walked up to his cell slowly, your breath shaky as you took in the golden light preventing Loki from leaving the closed space. This was smaller than the bathroom in his chambers, it was claustrophobic! You watched as the illusion of Loki paced around, playing with his hands as a display of anxiety to make him more real. As he noticed you, his back stiffened and he tilted his head.
"My darling, after all this time you finally come to visit me. I have missed you, my sweet," Loki's illusion whispered, kneeling by the edge of the cell, his hand raised just a millimetre away from the golden glow of the cell.
"Your illusions can never hide you from me, Loki," you whispered, stepping closer to the cell and kneeling where his illusion was. With a glow of your forest green seiðr, you encased the surroundings of his cell in an illusion so that no one but you would be able to see him as he was when he lowered his illusion, "we're hidden, pull it down."
With a sigh, Loki pulled down the illusion and the real version of him looked almost the same but also held a sense of vulnerability and openness that he didn't want anyone to see. With a whimper, he crawled over to where you were knelt on the other side of the barrier and sighed. "You are still my weakness, Y/N, the one who can see me as I am even through illusions," Loki mumbled regretfully.
"We will get you out of here, Loki, I would burn Asgard to the ground if it meant that you would be free," you whispered, tears falling freely from your eyes as you took in the emerald green eyes of your fiance.
With a chuckle, Loki shuffled to one end of the cell to rest against the wall, you following quickly and sitting on the step close to him. "Y/N, for you I would burn the cosmos to the ground."
You smirked and looked deep into his eyes, seeing all the open emotions on his face; he could be free around you, and you would spot his lies from miles away. That's why you knew America was right.
Pulling yourself from your memories, you began the ritual, the carvings around America glowing a disgusting shade of green and you began to take the power from her. The ritual was slow but you had all the time in the world. As you felt her power seeping into your veins, you smiled and felt all the possibilities opening to you. You carried on drawing the power out of the girl, channelling out her screams as you worked.
Your ritual was interrupted when the guards were thrown from the temple and someone landed at the mouth of the cave. You snarled when you saw Strange standing there dreamwalking in the dead version of himself! Ah, so he could do it and it was fine?! "Dreamwalking, you hypocrite!" you yelled as you threw a burst of poisoned green at him which he blocked with his cloak of screaming souls.
Without a care, Stephen threw the souls at you and they whirled around you, grabbing you and screaming, "murderer!"
You stared at them in terror, unable to move as they screamed and cackled. You shrieked when you were lifted off the ground, souls encompassing you and you were squashed together in a ball of Mystic Magic. You tried to break free but the souls kept dragging your arms back inside.
A huge roar of grief hit you and you screamed, blasting the souls away from you and getting you to your feet. You saw Stephen had freed America so you powered up a blast and sent it right at him. It hit his arm and he groaned in pain, rolling away from the platform, you pushed more power into dissolving the form that you forgot about America until she screamed and punched you in the face, opening portals behind you.
She looked shocked at herself, looking down at her first before smirking at you and doing a taunting, "uh huh."
You gently stroked your cheek and glared at her as you shook your head, "mm mmm."
America continued to punch you, sending you back further every time until the final punch hit and the floor in that dimension cracked behind you. You teetered on the edge of the cracked floor, looking down into the fiery pits of Muspellheim beneath you. Gathering yourself, you turned to glare at the girl. She tried to punch you again but this time you caught her with your seiðr and you pushed it away, dragging her backwards as the portal behind you closed.
America sighed and shook her head sadly, sympathy in her eyes, "I can't beat you," she whispered, curling her other hand into a fist, "so I will give you what you want."
She punched you again and opened a portal again but you were too enraged to care, taking her by the neck and making her sink to her knees. It was only when you heard a television playing that you looked away from her to see Haven on the sofa, happily reading a book.
"Haven, baby," you sighed in relief as she looked up.
Unexpectedly, she started screaming and pointing, teleporting off the sofa and to the stairs, desperately screaming, "mama! Papa!!"
Your heart broke as the variant of you raced down the stairs to comfort her, whispering comforting words to the child. Your child.
"I'm her mother!" you yelled, stepping away from America to slide the sofa away from you and you growled as you grabbed your variant with your seiðr, "get away from her!" you yelled as you threw her across the room.
"Honey? What's-" Loki came striding into the room, freezing when he saw your variant on the floor, Haven cowering on the stairs and you there, staring at him pleadingly. His eyes darkened and daggers appeared in his hands as he glared at you, "get out of our home."
"Loki? What? It's... it's me! I'm your wife! Please!" you begged, tears falling down your cheeks as you felt pain for the first time in ages. You watched as he moved to stand in front of Haven, throwing a dagger your way which you dodged, the blade cutting into your arm causing you to scream.
You avoided more daggers sent your way until you stomped your foot, your eyes glowing dark green as you glared at him, "STOP IT!"
Loki flinched and stayed where he was as you approached, a broken smile on your lips as you reached up to cup his cheek. He leant his head away from you, a deep frown set on his lips that broke your heart. "Hi..." you whispered, your voice broken but still full of love as you stroked his cheek.
"Don't hurt my family," Loki whispered, his jaw tight and his posture hostile as he glared at you, "leave. You are not my wife."
"But I am! I'm your wife! I'm... I'm your..." you sobbed as you took a step away from him in the realisation of what has happened; what you did.
Seeing your weakness, Loki swooped down and grabbed Haven before disappearing and reappearing next to your variant, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her hair, Haven curling in her lap as she sobbed and whined.
You watched them huddle together and those happy lives that you had watched in on all became real. You had ruined the life of this variant, opened her mind and invaded, almost killed her back when you were hunting Strange and America.
Norns, you'd even killed a father! You dropped to your knees, your hand on your stomach as you did, sobbing and watching them. Loki looked over at you and saw your agony, the pain of losing all hope. He withdrew his arms from your variant and stood, looking down at the other you when she clutched his leg and begged him, "don't! Please... she's dangerous."
"She's you," Loki replied softly, tears shimmering in his eyes as understanding filled him, "she's what you would have become without me... she would never hurt me."
Realising he was right, the other you let him go and he carefully walked over to you, watching as you turned your head away in shame. Kneeling before you, he sighed and whispered, "come here," before pulling you into his arms and allowing you to cry into his shoulder.
You wailed and gripped onto your husband as you took in his scent, the coolness of his skin even through his clothes, the rich feeling of his seiðr floating through the air. You sobbed and held his tunic tight.
"Shhh," Loki cooed, rubbing your back and resting his head against yours, "I'm sorry you suffered, kjærlighet, but this isn't the way..."
"I didn't know what else to do!" you cried, pulling away to look into his emerald eyes. You hated how they were filled with tears, you always loved to see him smile and yet, you didn't reach up to wipe them away, you didn't have that right anymore, "I just wanted you back, Loki! I wanted you back so much!"
"Shhh..." Loki whispered, his forehead resting on yours, "we have lived a thousand years together, kjærlighet, you know of a way. A wish, one wish to the person who finds it first."
You raised your head again and whispered at the same time as he did, "Eternity."
Loki stood and helped you to your feet, pressing a kiss to your temple and smiling at you, "take your time, darling, if I know myself then I know I would wait a thousand years if it meant you were you when I came back... this," he held up your blackened hands, "isn't you... set things right, my darling, I will see you soon."
You stared into his eyes until America pushed the universe away and you looked down blankly. Sighing, you turned to Strange and gestured around, "will you help me?"
"Can I trust you?" he retorted but you knew the real question: 'can I trust you to be alone with America?'
Nodding sadly, you bit your lip, "you can."
You saw the moment Strange left the body and you turned to America, watching her take a step back in fear. In return, you stepped away and sighed, "I'm sorry. I thought what I was doing was right. I just wanted them back."
America sighed and nodded, her guard still up as she spoke, "I know. I met you before, in another Universe. Well, I watched you from afar... you moved away with Loki to a cabin up in the mountains of Norway. You were happy there with him... I have seen the light in you, Y/N, I've seen you as the Goddess of Patience... you may fill the Goddess of Revenge's checklist but you were always the Goddess of Patience before that... for that... I trust you."
You shook your head, tears flowing freely as you sobbed, "you shouldn't. I could hurt you again, America."
"You wouldn't. If not because you know better now, then for Loki... Loki trusts you not to hurt me," America responded easily and you knew it was true. You should never have tried to hurt a child. You just missed your husband.
You sighed and nodded, stepping away from her even more when she reached into the air and punched a portal into the space between the both of you. Stephen walked through and hugged America, smiling and rubbing her back, "you did great, kid."
Stephen then turned to you and sighed, "we need to destroy this place, it needs to be closed just like the Dark Hold."
"I'll stay behind and do it," you whispered, tears dripping down your cheeks, "it wouldn't be a warrior's death but I would still be fighting for what is right."
America shook her head and stepped forward, "no!" she shouted, looking straight at you, "that is not how your story ends. You deserve the life you crave, Y/N! Let us help you break down this prison!"
You stared at her, hesitating, before nodding and your fingers glowing as you lifted the building up into the air. Stephen took action, joining in on the lift. Sunlight broke through the gap where the ceiling had been and you looked over to America, who nodded and punched open a portal to Kamar-Taj and you all jumped through just as the temple crumbled around you.
Rolling through the debris of Kamar-Taj, you groaned and held your head. After regaining your senses, you got up onto your knees to see Wong and Stephen staring down at you. With a frown, you displayed your wrists and looked away mournfully.
"If you're going to lock me away, Doctor Strange, then please let me keep some of my powers," you whispered, your voice sounding dead and broken even to you.
Stephen sighed and knelt in front of you, "I saw how quickly Loki understood. I think he understood because he know the other you was capable of what you just did, I think he's seen this side of you before. He trusts you, Y/N, America trusts you. I don't but you could earn that trust by helping us rebuild."
You looked around at the damage that you had caused and nodded shakily, "deal."
~~~~~~~~~
Walking through the gardens of Asgard, hand in hand with Loki, you smiled as a butterfly flew by, careless and free. Sighing, you melted into Loki's side and smiled. "It's so peaceful here, why would we ever leave?" you whispered gaily, enjoying the feeling of Asgard's sun beating down on the both of you.
Loki was unusually quiet. Some days, he would form a quip and make you laugh but today his mouth was pressed in a line and he was not speaking to you.
Brazenly, you brought his face down to yours, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. He didn't kiss back. You pulled away and sighed, "what's wrong, Loki?"
"Why did you open the Dark Hold?" Loki asked, sending your blood cold.
"What?" you asked, your eyes faltering as his emerald ones locked onto them. "The Dark Hold... it's destroyed?"
"Because you opened it. You read it. You stole it! Why, Y/N?!" Loki grabbed your hands, his voice laced with venom that you had never felt before. "Why did you kill me?"
"Kill you...?" you whispered, tears forming in your eyes and you quickly shook your head, "No, Thanos killed you, I didn't!"
"And yet you let me go to Asgard alone. You sent me to die, dear, you killed me," Loki hissed, seizing your chin and snarling, "I can't stand the sight of you."
Sobbing, you shook your head and reached out your hand to him, desperate to reason with the God but you faltered when you saw the inky black fingers on your hands. Horrified, you stared down at the blackness as Loki ticked his jaw.
Suddenly, you felt white hot pain above your heart and you screamed as you watched Loki press his dagger into your chest and your heart. His eyes were cold and unforgiving as he stared at you. "You are not my wife. You are a monster, Y/N, a cruel monster," the God seethed, the words hurting you more than the dagger in your heart.
Shooting up in bed, you screamed in fright and slapped your hand over your mouth. Slipping out of bed, you shuffled to the floor-length mirror and checked your chest where his dagger had been. It was clear, no blood, no dagger, no scar, nothing. Tears dripped down your cheeks as your knees buckled then gave way and you stared at your reflection in the mirror. A broken, evil, husk of a girl who was born to destroy, kill and torture.
You hadn't really allowed yourself to process what you had gone through while corrupted by the Dark Hold, much less allow your sleeping mind such a pleasure. This was the first time that you had a nightmare involving your recent... insanity. Normally Loki would be by your side to comfort you through these but he was dead. He was gone.
With an uncontrolled burst of rage, you punched the glass and didn't move as it cracked, creating more reflections of you in return for one.
"Y/N?" came the voice of America Chavez at your door, her voice shy and uncertain, "I heard your scream... are you alright? I'm sure you woke up all of Kamar-Taj!"
"I'm fine, America, go back to your room," you answered quickly, your eyes watching your multiple reflections every move with looming distrust.
America clearly didn't move because the knob turned and the door creaked open, "I'm coming in. We need to talk."
You stared up at the girl as she came around the door and watched as she registered your fist lodged into the mirror, bleeding and full of glass with the rest of the mirror shattered but still in place. Frowning, America walked over to you and knelt beside you. She took in the sight of your trembling shoulders, hopeless eyes filled with so much agony, your blackened fingers still curled in the mirror. She studied it all before pulling you into a tight hug.
You barely registered the hug, your eyes widening in shock when you felt her warmth. You pulled away from her as quick as you could, shuffling away from her and withdrawing your bleeding hand from the mirror. "You shouldn't be this close to me, America," you whispered, "I'm dangerous."
"I am too," America whispered, her hand gently reaching your chin to comfort you, "we are both dangerous beings, Y/N, that is why I trust you. You wouldn't hurt me anymore."
Sighing, you stood and walked away from her, carelessly stepping over the glass on the floor. Pulling open the doors to your wardrobe, you grabbed your suitcase and smiled over at her. "I'll be moving to New Asgard in a few days," you whispered sadly, "Thor sent me a letter saying that I need to be there as soon as possible."
America stared at your suitcase with a frown before walking to the door.
"Where are you going?" you asked uncertainly, anxious that you had just ruined whatever friendship you were building with the teen.
"To pack!" she called back.
"Pack, oh that's nic- PACK?!" you realised, following her out of the door and down to her room, "America you can't possibly want to come with me?!"
America rounded the corner to her room, opening the door and grabbing her own suitcase. "Why not?" she asked easily, grabbing all of the clothes that she had bought last week, her easy acceptance of moving unsettled you, "you're my new mum, why shouldn't I come with you?"
"I'm what?" you whispered, shock displayed clearly in your eyes as America froze and turned to face you, shock evident on her own face. Shakily, you whispered, "you want me to be your mum...?"
America smiled shyly and rubbed the back of her neck before sighing and nodding, "I mean... you always call out for Haven and Loki in your sleep... you're a mum! I lost my family and... I've met the real you now and I actually like you... you care about me..."
You resisted the temptation to embrace her but you let tears drop from your eyes. America's face softened when he saw you cry again and she took it upon herself to hug you. "It's okay," she whispered gently, her hand caressing your back, "you don't understand, right? You don't understand why I'd want this?"
You nodded sadly and America smiled softly, tightening her grip on you, "It's because you are special, Y/N, anyone else would have died taking down that temple but you did it basically all on your own! You're amazing! Then you've basically been mother henning me for a month now, even if you didn't know it!"
"I'm sorry," you responded hurriedly, "I didn't mean to intimidate you!"
"You weren't! That's the thing! You think you're so terrible but I don't see the monster you make yourself out to be, Y/N, I see what Loki saw. I see a trustworthy, intelligent, beautiful Goddess that was corrupted and lead astray from her duties," America sighed, holding your blackened hands, "you're ashamed of yourself but I'm proud. Even these stupid marks mean that you survived, mum!"
You grinned and held her close to you, your hand gently running down her back as you sniffled. You hadn't thought that she would care enough to consider you her mum or even see anything deeper than the Goddess who tried to kill her.
Once America was done packing, you grabbed your own suitcase and looked over at America before nodding and portaling to New Asgard. Upon arrival, you looked around at the bustling people and you smiled as children ran past you, screaming with laughter and holding swords high in the air with pride.
"Well, well, look who came to visit!" came a voice from behind you and you turned around, gasping when you saw Thor. Your brother-in-law laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, "welcome to your new home, sister. What do you think of the place?"
You took a quick look around, pausing when you saw another play with people gathered around. It was the final time that you had seen Loki alive. The time on the cliffs where Odin had died and Hela had been released, the time where Loki had squeezed your hand incredibly tight in his guilt for killing his father.
The actor had made you giggle in the tragic retelling of Loki's death but that had been when you'd known Loki was live. Knowing he was dead and this actor was mocking him, your lip trembled and you turned away from the play.
"It is lovely, Thor," you mumbled, smiling for your brother-in-law before looking over at America, "oh! This is America Chavez, my adopted daughter. America, this is Thor, your uncle."
America looked up at Thor and grinned, holding out her fist, "hey, nice to meet ya! Thanks for sending us an invite to live here!"
Thor looked at America and then grinned at you, squeezing you tighter, "you adopted a child just like father adopted Loki! I'm so proud of you, sister!"
"I'm not just adopting her because of that!" you protested quickly, looking over to America with a frown, "I didn't even think about it until she called me 'mum' this morning... I was... I've been... terrible... I'm so terrible... I need Loki... I need him..."
Thor's face crumbled and he rubbed your back comfortingly as tears blurred his vision, "I know, sister. I know what you did but do not allow that to be all you are... Loki attacked New York but he moved on from that, he became better for you! This is your chance, sister, your chance to become better for him."
You looked up at Thor and you nodded slowly, cupping his neck like he once did with Loki as you whispered, "thank you, brother."
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It took you a month but you finally did it. You moved into a house just five minutes away from the town, a quaint house with two bedrooms, a nice kitchen, a good sitting area and an amazing back garden. You and America had settled in quickly and you were both happy in this house together, happy finding out things about one another.
Walking into the sitting room, you caught America with her hand in a multiversal portal and you raised an eyebrow at her as she giggled nervously. "I fancied pizza balls and 838 has amazing ones!" America explained while eating one of the aforementioned pizza balls.
Sighing, you walked over to her and took one of the treats from her, popping it into your mouth before walking away from her. "Remember, America," you called out over your shoulder, "don't use your powers that much, there might be more threats out there other than me."
"Yes, mum!" America replied cheerily, already biting into another one of the delicious foods.
You walked into the garden and looked up at the cloudy sky with a frown. On days like these, you wished that you had Loki with you to hug you from behind and sing in the approaching rain.
It was a rainy day on Asgard. You had just gotten comfy underneath a great oak tree when the downpour started and you were trapped. Groaning, you cast an umbrella charm above your head and began to read the tomb that you had taken from the library.
"I have heard that that one is an amazing read," came the smooth voice from behind you and you screamed as you looked up and saw Loki up on one of the branches of the oak tree. "Then again," he continued with a lazy smirk, "you have excellent taste so you knew that already."
You sighed and held a hand over your heart. "Norns, Loki," you breathed, getting to your feet with a pout as you crossed your arms, "you scared me!"
Loki chuckled and dissolved in a green light before reappearing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and guiding you out into the rain. You threw the book under the oak tree to save it before you sighed. "You could have ruined that book," you grumbled.
"You're wrapped in my arms and your first concern is your beloved book?" Loki whispered with a chuckle, squeezing you gently as he placed a gentle kiss on your neck as he began to sway.
You began to dance in the rain, twirling and laughing to a hidden tune, just you and your Prince. Your hair clung to your forehead as you danced and Loki's curls straightened as they got damp, his eyes never leaving yours as the both of you danced below the rain. Pulling you close, Loki pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and squeezed your hip.
Pulling away from the memory, you wiped away your tears as you watched the rain begin from the comfort of the porch. The warmth of Loki's lips on yours was a disappearing memory and it was so difficult to discern if your time with him was always only just a dream. You loved Loki so much but he was quickly fading from your mind, despite your best efforts to keep him fresh in your mind.
You forgot the way his lips traced your neck, forgot the way he held you tight while walking down the streets of Asgard, forgot the sweet smirk he always offered you in court, forgot his sleepy voice he used to read you to sleep. You'd forgotten. Your desperation to get him back, your corruption and your obsession with learning dark magic had erased the memories quicker.
The realisation that you couldn't remember those things about him shook you to your core and you covered your mouth with your hand to muffle the sounds of your heartbroken cries. In hopes of making you feel better, your seiðr created an illusion of Loki in front of you. He was dressed in his armour from 2012, his hair was beautifully curled, and his emerald green eyes glimmered but you knew it wasn't the true Loki. This was the version of Loki that your magic remembered and that broke you more.
Walking up to the illusion, you pressed a hand to his breastplate and sighed when it went straight through. You allowed yourself to look up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time. He looked sad, gazing down at where your hand went through him as if he wished it didn't, as if he wished he was real.
"There are so many things I wish to say to you," you whispered, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek even if it wouldn't be holding anything and you smiled slightly as he leaned into the touch, "I wish we had married earlier... I wish I had seen the signs that you were Odin right from the off... I wish you had come to me with your reasonings for Thor not being King before and we could have gone to the Allfather together... I'm alone... I miss you, Loki..."
The illusion turned its head and pressed a kiss to your palm and even though you couldn't feel it, your smile widened a little bit. "I'm going to bring you back," you said, watching Loki's eyes soften and a smile stretch across his lips, "it's not just for me anymore... America needs more than one parent..."
"Mum?" called a voice from inside and you sighed softly, hearing America walking closer to the back door. You kept your eyes on your husband as the footsteps stopped. "Oh," America whispered, "should I leave you be?"
"No, please, come," you smiled over at her, holding your hand out to your adopted daughter and she took your hand quickly, walking to your side. "America this is Loki. Loki... this is my adopted daughter, America Chavez."
The illusion's grin widened as he turned away from you to face America and he dropped into a polite bow while grinning. He opened his mouth as if to speak but your seiðr couldn't replicate his voice so he couldn't and he quickly closed his mouth, giving you a sorrowful look before dissolving with the wind.
America held your hand as the illusion disappeared and you squeezed gently as your head bowed and you grieved his loss. It hurt a lot less when you couldn't remember him properly anymore. The girl helped you inside and got you sat down with a cup of tea before the door burst open with Thor walking in, determination on his face.
"Sister! Niece! We need you!" Thor boomed, stepping into the sitting room and glancing down at you, "we were just attacked by Gorr, the God Butcher! We need you both to help us! They took the children!"
You looked over at America and sighed, placing the cup of tea on the coffee table and walking over to your coat rack, grabbing your best cloak and nodding, "let's go."
Thor led you down to the town hall where everyone had congregated after the attack. You held America close to you as many citizens complained and tried to get Valkyrie to talk to them all. You sensed their tension and their worry for the children they had lost and you silently thanked the Norns that America hadn't been taken with them.
"What are we doing to do?!" cried out one Asgardian, hugging her husband as she sobbed.
"Our children are missing! What are you going to do about it, King Valkyrie!" another demanded.
You sighed as you knew that Loki would usually ponder over the situation and then whisper a solution to you, agreeing it was the best course of action before speaking out. You didn't have that now so you had no solution.
Throughout the panic, you saw a familiar face and gasped as you marched over to Jane Foster. "No way! How did you get Mjolnir?" you grinned, watching recognition appear in Jane's eyes before she hugged you tight, "Thor is in a right grump because of it."
Jane twirled the mighty weapon and smirked, "yeah, well, I guess it called me for this reason, right? It's so good to see you! What happened to your hands?"
Looking down at your hands, you quickly stuffed them into your pockets with a small smile, "nothing! I'm fine!"
Jane eyes you warily before turning to listen to Thor's long and unsteady speech to the Asgardians.
"...times like this we need to unite, come together," the God was saying as you sighed, ready for the same speeches that he usually gave before going into battle, "see what's happening here, we're afraid. Scared? Afraid? Anxious? If we are to find the children, we must first look within ourselves. Hey, I'm sorry, Miek," Thor paused, turning to look at the alien, "it's very hard to do a rousing speech with that screechy noise. What are you doing?"
"He's taking minutes," Valkyrie replied for Miek, her hands on her hips and you sighed in annoyance, looking over to America and grinning when you saw she also looked bored.
"Yeah, well, precious minutes we don't have," Thor returned, Miek drooping and ceasing his drawing on the whiteboard. "You want the kids back?" he looked around and everyone nodded, "be back in a moment, write that down, Miek."
You watched as Thor raised Stormbreaker and the Bifrost activated, transporting him away only for it to fail and throw him through the marble archway down on the docks.
"So..." America began, her arms crossed and her eyebrow raised, "he's an idiot?"
Jane looked over at America and nodded, "pretty much."
"EVERYONE OUT!" Valkyrie yelled and the town departed the hall as Thor returned, his outfit singed.
"Couldn't find him," Thor shrugged as he walked up to the five of you.
"Dude," Korg pointed to Thor's cape, "your cape is on fire."
"Okay, I'm sorry, but I'm out!" you sighed, grabbing your cloak and wrapping it around you, "I'm not joining you on this quest. Yes, the children are gone but my child isn't gone and I need to look after her. Come get me if you really need me."
You marched out of the town hall with America on your heels and you began the trek up to your home. America grabbed your hand gently and made you stop, squeezing your hand and sighing, "are you okay?"
You looked at her and you were about to lie when you saw her raise her eyebrow in a 'don't bullshit me' kind of way and you sighed, shaking your head.
"Loki would have come up with a better plan," you whispered, keeping your eyes down as you continued to walk, caressing America's hand with your thumb, "he wouldn't be as reckless as Thor."
America sighed and nodded, following you for the remainder of the journey in silence. Two hours later, you watched as Thor, Valkyrie, Korg and Jane departed on a ship into the skies. They didn't need you, after all, they never needed you.
~~~~~~~~
Blood splashed onto your hands as you stared down at the dead body of Loki, his neck bruised and twisted the wrong way, his eyes open and unseeing but still gleaming with agony. You collapsed by his side, grabbing his leather and screaming.
"Wake up! Wake up! Loki, no!!" you cried, sobs choking you as you gripped onto his body. He was deathly still, his eyes blank, no heartbeat. He was cold, unusually so, even for a Jötunn. You cried and shook your head, desperate for this not to be real.
"You could have saved me," his voice wafted through your ears, a disembodied voice that you knew was Loki, "why didn't you jump into the Bifrost? You could have saved me."
"I... I don't know!" you cried, whimpering as you stared at the dead face of your husband, "I didn't think..."
"-um? ...Mum? MUM!" came the voice that woke you up and you grabbed the hand that was on your shoulder and rolled over so you were pinning your attacker beneath you. You heard a scream and your eyes came into focus, seeing a terrified America below you.
"America...?" you whispered weakly, tears dripping from your face down to hers. Oh, Gods, you could have killed her! Again!
"Mum... are you alright...?" America whispered, reaching an arm up to cup your cheek, "you were screaming... I'm sorry... you warned me not to wake you but... the screaming..."
You rolled off the bed and retreated to the far wall, hands on your head as you stared at the girl in fright. America frowned and watched as your breathing escalated and your hands started to tremble. Quickly jumping into action, America got off the bed and knelt in front of you, taking your hands and making them cup her face. She shushed you and helped you to your knees.
"Mum..." she whispered gently, resting her forehead on yours, "breathe for me... in... and out..."
She went through the exercises with you for ten minutes before you started to return. When you were finally back, America wrapped her arms around you and whispered gently, "you would never hurt me. Never. I'm your daughter..."
"My daughter..." you whispered gently before sighing and nuzzling into the crook of her neck, "I'm sorry."
"I know," America replied, rubbing your back gently, "but we have to get down to the hospital now. Jane is very sick and Thor is worried out of his mind."
You sighed and nodded, kissing her forehead before standing and walking to your wardrobe, grabbing your Asgardian armour before disappearing behind the divider. "You're not coming," you announced, and you began again before America could protest, "you can't! If Gorr realises the power that you hold, he won't need just Stormbreaker to get to Eternity! He will get you too! He will kill you and won't get second thoughts like I did!"
"But mum-" America began before freezing when you looked around the divider with a glare.
"But nothing, America Lokidottir! I lost my husband! I lost Frigga! I lost Natasha! I lost Tony! I WILL NOT LOSE YOU TOO!" You gasped when you realised that you had raised your voice and you disappeared back behind the divider, pulling on your cloak and sheathing your sword before walking out. "Please," you whispered sadly, "please, stay..."
With tears shining in her eyes, America nodded and pulled you into a tight embrace, resting her head on your shoulder. "Come home," she whispered, pulling away to look up at you, "I can't take being alone anymore, mum."
"I'll come back, søt datter(sweet daughter)," you whispered into her hair, gently running your nails through it before pulling away and marching through the door and down to the hospital.
You got there just in time to see Thor marching to the courtyard and you sighed and you walked beside him. "So," you began with a false cheer, "where are we going?"
"To Eternity, Y/N, you needn't come if you do not wish to," Thor replied solemnly, looking over at you, "I know that you fear your powers after what happened, I understand if you do not truly want to fight."
"If I didn't want to fight then I wouldn't have come along," you retorted, rolling your eyes, "I have spent four months moping over what happened. It is time I become an Asgardian warrior again. Loki would want that."
Thor's eyes darkened as he remembered his brother but he returned light-heartedly, "Loki? Hadn't thought of him in a while."
You knew that the God was joking but it still hurt to see how easily he brushed off the mention of Loki. Clearing your throat, you headed over to where Valkyrie was sitting with... ZEUS'S LIGHTNING BOLT!? Jeez, you had missed a lot.
"You do remember that the gates of Eternity are at the literal centre of the Universe," she began, Thor finishing off with her, "and past the cluster of comets."
"Yes, yes, I know, we have been over this," Thor dismisses quickly, missing the moment that you raise your eyebrow at him and sigh with disappointment, "I'm not going to get lost. So how are you feeling with the old... stab wound?"
"I think I lost my kidney," Val replied and you gaped, pulling her into a hug and sniffling, "easy there, Y/N, I'm fine. I would join you but I might die and that won't help get the kids back so you both will have to go alone. All you have to do," she began as she got up, handing the bolt to Thor, "is destroy that sword. It's his source of power. He won't survive long without it."
You hugged Val again and rubbed her back gently, not wanting to feel guilt for not being there to help her but you knew deep down that it is in some way your fault.
"Hey," Val began when you pulled away, "don't die."
"Yeah, we know," Thor replied easily before walking off with you and using the bolt to transport you straight to Eternity.
Once you arrived, you quickly rushed over to the children and formed a barrier around them as a statue began to fall and they screamed, with Thor catching it.
"Hey, kids!" he greeted them and grinned when they all yelled 'THOR!' in return, "go! Go, kids!"
Once all the kids had run off from underneath, Thor threw the head away and walked up to the group. "Everyone okay?" he asked, watching everyone before sighing, "Okay, gather around! Gather around! It's good to see you in person," he whispered to Heimdall's son before walking through the crowd of kids with you, watching as Gorr struck the ground with his sword, creating monsters out of shadows.
"Alright, listen up, here's the plan!" Thor announced, grabbing everyone's attention away from the monsters, "we need to sneak our way towards Stormbreaker and be very careful not to bump into any f those big, scary shadow monsters!"
You shushed a few children as they whimpered, gently caressing your hair and not taking note that your corrupted fingers were slowly returning to normal.
"Does anyone here have battle experience?" Thor asked quickly, looking away from the approaching monsters and watched as everyone shook their heads, "well, no time to learn like the present."
"But we're not strong like you," one little girl replied, her hand intertwined with yours for comfort and you frowned, gently stroking her hand with your thumb.
"We're just kids," another one spoke and you smiled, remembering a time that you, Loki and Thor had said something along those lines to Frigga before she stopped fighting.
"Hey, don't forget that you're Asgardian kids," Thor began but was cut off by many saying that they weren't and he sighed before beginning again, "okay, okay, but today you're Asgardians. Now, collect your weapons!" You watched as loads of kids looked confused and Thor sighed as he shook his head, "go find anything that you can pick up!"
You watched as the kids dispersed and you smirked at Thor, "nice going."
"Shut up, Loki," Thor replied gently, not realising his mistake as he followed the group. You stayed behind, surprised and smiling at the knowledge that you were like Loki enough for Thor to banter with you as he had with his little brother.
As everyone regrouped, you followed silently, your hand over your stomach and the other swirling with a brighter green hue of your seiðr.
"Today is a day that will go down in history," Thor began quickly, keeping the children's attention, "today is the day they will talk about for generations to come! Today we are space Vikings! Present weapons!"
Everyone held their weapons aloft as Thor began to mumble, "whosoever holds these weapons, if they be true of heart, is therefore worthy and shall possess... for a limited time only, the power of Thor!" The God bellowed, lightning igniting in his eyes and on his hands before flowing into all of the children, powering their chosen weapons and you watched as their eyes gleamed with golden light, displaying their borrowed power.
"Now, Axel," Thor turned to Heimdall's son, "lead your army to that axe."
The boy nodded and turned to the monsters, "for Asgard."
Everyone charged off into battle and you ignited your hands with the glow of seiðr, running off after them and taking to the sky. You threw spell after spell at the dark creatures, landing and beheading most, sending huge blasts through as many as you could. You stood still and whispered an incantation you recalled from the Dark Hold and it made your seiðr darken and become vines, trapping monsters down so the children could defeat them. You whooped with joy as you ran head, your sword easily slicing through many of the beasts.
"Just like the old days, Thor!!" you called over the sounds of battle, a grin etched onto your face as you threw one of Loki's daggers, charged with your seiðr into a beast that would have attacked Thor from behind.
"I still don't understand why you didn't become a Valkyrie!!" Thor retorted easily, electrocuting any beast that came close to him or you. "I'll go take care of the big one, you stay here with the kids!!"
You watched Thor fly off to battle Gorr and returned to battling the shadows with the children, sliding under the feet of one of the beasts and touching its belly, sending jolts of dark magic through it until it screeched and died. You breathed heavily, watching the black consume all of your hand and you whined at the sight but you knew it was for the best if you were fighting for what was right.
When you looked up again, it was to the song of Mjolnir as it whirled past you and took out Gorr, who had been pinning Thor to the ground in an attempt to kill him with his sword.
Thor looked mournfully at Jane and you sighed, leaving the kids to fight as you walked up to the two of them. They had a moment of understanding before you all took off to attack. You blasted Gorr with seiðr at the same time that Thor and Jane attacked with their lightning and with the lightning bolt. You didn't give him the time to think as you kept attacking, the power singing in your veins as you allowed yourself to use your full power. Even battling at Kamar-Taj had been you being reasonable but now, you meant business.
Forming illusions of yourself, you approached Gorr and all of you blasted him at the same time, making him scream and Thor lit him up with lightning.
Once Gorr was down, you both walked up to Jane and Thor spoke, "we gotta destroy that sword. It's the source of his power."
"The gateway is almost open," Jane replied, "we need to get Stormbreaker. It's okay, I'm good," Jane reassured him before they split.
You and Jane went back to keeping Gorr at bay and you screamed as you wrapped vines around him but he only cut through them easily.
Gorr pulled Jane closer and smirked as he whispered, "you've lost, Lady Thor," and he turned his attention to you, darkness wrapping around your waist, "and you, Goddess of Revenge."
He threw Jane away and you snarled, reappearing beside her. "First off," Jane began, "the name is Mighty Thor!"
You whooped as she threw Mjolnir at Gorr, watching as he deflected it with his sword.
"Secondly, if you can't say Mighty Thor, I'll accept Doctor Jane Foster!" she yelled, smacking Mjolnir onto the ground, sending bolts of lightning rippling through the ground and all the way through Gorr
"Thirdly," the Doctor spoke, walking forward, "eat. my. HAMMER!"
You grinned as Jane launched herself into the sky and brought herself down on top of Gorr, Mjolnir sizzling with lightning against his dark sword as it broke it to pieces and Stormbreaker opened the portal before falling to the ground.
"I knew you could do it," Thor whispered to the axe before picking it up and turning to the group, "AXEL! Take them home!" he yelled before throwing it to the boy and they disappeared into the Bifrost.
Gorr went to attack again and Thor caught him with the split lightning bolt. He looked over at you and Jane, seeing you trying to heal Jane's wounds and watching her nod to him before he ignited his lightning, distracting Gorr enough to move his sword into the direction that Jane had thrown Mjolnir. The hammer went straight through the sword with a sickening crack and Gorr was sent flying backwards.
The God Butcher tried to recall the fragments of the sword after grasping the handle of the blade but Jane was quicker, catching the fragments between the parts of the ruined Mjolnir. You stared at her as she ignited lightning all around her and then slamming it to the ground, creating a shockwave and destroying the handle for the sword.
You watched as Jane fell to her knees and you instantly knelt beside her, checking her energy levels and you saw how she was very close to dying and you looked over at Thor, "she's alright. You have to stop him!"
You all looked over as Gorr walked through the portal and light engulfed all of you. When it was alright to look again, you found that you were in a new realm, calm and quiet. Ahead, you saw Gorr kneeling before Eternity and your heart stopped.
"Gorr, stop!!" you called out instantly, forcing him to pause his wish and turn to you.
"What kind of father would I be if I stopped?" he asked and you sighed.
"The same kind as what mother I have been. I attacked a sanctum of magic, opened the Dark Hold, became corrupted by its power all because I wanted my husband and my daughter. I know how you feel. Broken, lost, hurt, but you have to stop. The world needs Gods... please... not all of us are bad..." you reasoned, stepping closer to Gorr and resting a hand on his shoulder.
Gorr pushed you away and growled, "this is my wish. I will do it."
You held back tears as you nodded, "okay... do it... from a mother to a father... all of what you have done will not be forgiven."
You walked back over to Jane and Thor and sighed as you knelt to say goodbye to your friend.
"you should do it," a voice whispered from behind Jane, Thor and you.
The three of you turned and saw Gorr pointing his finger at you.
"What?" You whispered brokenly, tilting your head as your heart started to accelerate, nervousness overtaking you. "I've seen your loss, Y/N Lokiwife," Gorr whispered, the infection making it difficult to speak as his eyes never left yours, "your loss is the same as mine, if not more. I am dying, I will see my daughter soon. Take my wish."
You stared at him before glancing down at the small remains of black on your fingers, turning to Thor for help. The God of Thunder was cradling Jane tight and he nodded to you and whispered, "bring my brother back."
With a shaky breath, you stood and walked closer to Eternity and to Gorr. You watched him crawl out of your way and you dropped to your knees, hands clasped over your chest. "I don't know if it's possible, all-powerful being, but if it is... My wish... My wish is that you bring back my husband. Reverse time and give me back my husband... Please..."
A bright light blinded all of you and in the next moment, a soft hand cupped your cheek, helping you look up and you choked on a sob as you stared into the eyes of Loki. Your Loki. Dressed in the Asgardian garbs he had been wearing before he died. With a cry of agony, you brought the God down to his knees and embraced him, crying into his shoulder as he rubbed your back. "I knew you'd find a way," Loki whispered, shushing you as you forgot to breathe in favour of crying.
Sadly, he pulled your face away from his neck and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
"Brother..." came the mournful whisper from behind you and Loki. The both of you turned to see Thor kneeling alone and your hand covered your mouth as you realised what had happened; Jane had gone to Valhalla.
"Thor..." came Loki's strangled cry as he kissed your forehead and ran over to his brother, embracing him as he tried his best not to cry, "I'm sorry, brother!! I didn't think... I just..."
Thor shushed him gently and rubbed his back, "you're not the worst, brother. I didn't mean it. I promise. Are you alive...? Really alive...?"
"I'm alive, you oaf," Loki smirked, holding out his arms as he usually does, "what did you expect? She's my wife, she knows me better than anyone. I knew she would get me back."
You slowly got to your feet and made your way over to Loki, collapsing into his arms as another round of sobs rattled through you and Loki held you through them, gently caressing your face and smiling down at you.
The realm slowly dissolved and you were back in the stone chamber you had been before. You didn't take your eyes off of Loki for a second, petrified that he would disappear if you did.
"Mum?" came a call from the other end of the chamber, forcing your eyes away from Loki to look over at America running towards you.
"America!!" you shouted, running over to her and grabbing her shoulders, "what did I tell you?! You shouldn't have come!"
"I felt you disappear, mum! I had to try to find you! You weren't here!" she cried, nuzzling into your chest before looking over your shoulder at Loki, "is that...?"
You smiled and turned to look at Loki. Slowly, you walked over to him with America and grinned, "Loki, this is America, my adopted daughter. America, this is your new dad, Loki."
Loki stared at America for a moment before smiling and pulling her into a hug, "you made her smile, you kept her smiling. Thank you, my daughter, she deserves your love."
America's eyes brimmed with tears and she hugged Loki back tight, laughing and shaking her head. "All she ever talked about was you," she whispered to your husband, "I'm glad you're back, Loki, she needs the both of us."
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After arriving home, Loki kept his arm around you as the three of you made the journey up to your home. When you walked inside, Loki smiled when he saw his helmet from 2011 proudly displayed in a case, his armour in another one by the bookshelf. There were also framed photos hung up down the hallway consisting of him and you but also recent ones of you and America during your move from the US to Norway.
Smiling, Loki pulled you close and rested his chin on your head, "I'm home, darling, we're a family again."
You smiled at his words and nodded as you whispered, "a family... yes, we're a family..."
You turned around and smiled up at him as he smiled down at you, interlocking your fingers as you met halfway for the gentlest kiss you both had ever done.
There was only one thought on your mind at that moment: 'I have him back.'
Summary: congratulations! You reached the citadel at the end of time! What happens now?
Warnings: arguments, mentions of selfcest, reader gets horny over dom loki, fighting, corrupted!reader
A/N: sorry this took so long! Hope you enjoy it!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
The approach towards the citadel took longer than any of them wanted to think about. You had Haven cuddled into your arms as she was feeling drowsy from the long day with barely any sleep. Loki’s face was hardened and stoic as he led the way towards the front doors of the citadel, Lævateinn clasped in his hand from when Kid had gifted him the mighty sword.
The doors were massive and for a moment, you just stared at them in shock before turning to Loki with a heavy breath. “Any plans?” you asked with a voice barely above a whisper.
Loki shook his head and exhaled sadly, “Sylvie always came up with the plans.”
“Sylvie is you, you daft sod,” you growled before your hand gleamed a poisoned green and you pushed the door open, hearing it creak and groan as it opened wide.
The child’s grip around your neck got tighter as you entered the citadel and you glanced around, the hairs on your arms raising as you continued your journey forward into the darkened entrance hall.
The silence was abruptly interrupted by Miss Minutes popping out of nowhere and yelling, “hey, y’all!”
In an instant, a dagger was in your hand and Lævateinn was raised in Loki’s hand towards the animated clock. You scowled and glared at the clock with clear disdain, “you! Was it you all along?!”
“Oh, no!” the clock laughed before her expression hardened and she clasped her hands together, “welcome to the Citadel at the End of Time! Congratulations. Y’all had an awfully long journey to get here!”
Haven flinched and turned her head to glare at the clock, “indeed, I had to watch my mother be murdered in front of me to get me here,” she snarled, her hand gripping the dagger that her Teen self had handed her.
Still, Miss Minutes pursued without acknowledging Haven, “he’s impressed.”
You glared at the clock for her audacity to ignore your daughter and you held her closer before sneering, “who’s impressed?”
“He Who Remains,” Miss Minutes answered cryptically, a joyful grin on her clock face.
Loki took a deep breath, looking between you and Haven before looking back at Miss Minutes, “and who is he?”
“He created all and he controls all,” Miss Minutes answered as if that solved their question, she seemed proud of herself for her answer, she looked up to the man behind the terror everyone had to experience, “at the end, it is only He Who Remains. And he wants to offer you a deal. He’s been making a few creative adjustments and he’s worked it out so we can reinsert all three of y’all back into the Timeline in a way that won’t disrupt things.”
You and Loki shared a glance before managing to whisper out hoarsely, “won’t disrupt things?”
“Mmm-hmm!” Miss Minutes grinned, walking towards you as you both walked backwards with her still in your sight, “the TVA can keep doin’ it’s vital work and y’all can live the lives you’ve always wanted.”
Loki rolled his eyes and raised a brow, “and what have we always wanted?”
“Now don’t play coy with me, Mister,” Miss Minutes grinned, “you know how you got into this mess.”
Loki froze and recalled how he had stolen the Tesseract after the Avengers had travelled through time to stop Thanos, how he had so purely wanted to get away from facing Odin so soon after his suicide that he needed an out and the Tesseract was right there. Still, he kept his voice levelled as he ground out, “what?”
Miss Minutes giggled and shrugged, “the Battle of New York, silly. You versus those self-righteous Avengers. How would you like to win?”
Win? Loki’s brow creased as he stared at the clock. He didn’t want to go back there, his life wasn’t worth living if you and Haven weren’t there to live with him. Neither of you existed in the Timeline he was from! Why would he want to win when he knew that he wouldn’t be happy? Additionally, winning wouldn’t matter when Thanos came for his payment. He would die just the same as his Timeline self as thanks for his “service”.
“But not just there,” Miss Minutes grinned, seeing the torment in Loki’s eye, keeping her focus primarily on the weakened Variant, “you can kill Thanos. You want the Infinity Gauntlet? Yours. Throne of Asgard? Not a problem.”
Loki noticed how she never once took you into account or Haven, offering him the perfect life. He didn’t want the throne, he didn’t want the Gauntlet, he didn’t need Thanos dead, he only wanted and needed a life with you and Haven in it.
“And what about you, missy?” Miss Minutes turned her attention to you and you froze, raising your sword and steeling your expression, “all those years of searchin’. Desperate. Alone. Corrupted. How would you like to wake up tomorrow with just a lifetime of happy memories, a timeline where Loki survived and the Dark Hold never consumed ya?”
Your mind was consumed by the possibility. Waking up tomorrow with the Loki you loved, his warm smile greeting you, his soft hand cupping your cheek as he whispered a delicate ‘good morning’ before getting ready for the day. You couldn’t go back, that wasn’t your life anymore, you didn’t deserve it.
“And you,” Miss Minutes turned her attention to Haven, who had shifted their form into their male form and had slid out of your arms to point his dagger at the freaky clock, “how would you like to go back to your Timeline and warn ya parents before the break in ever happened?”
“It’s fiction,” Haven snarled, his eyes glaring daggers at the clock as his grip tightened around the dagger, “why would someone who stole away our lives so easily just give it back to us?”
Loki inhaled sharply before glaring at Miss Minutes, “because he wants us out of the way, living blissfully and not fighting against him so his control over everyone’s will can continue. No, we write our own destiny now.”
Miss Minutes smirked and cooed at him, “aww, sure you do. Good luck with that.”
Haven sighed when Miss Minutes disappeared and she lowered her dagger before continuing to walk into the building with her parents, “can we burn the clock’s systems first? I hate her.”
You scoffed and shuddered as you remembered Miss Minutes’s cold tone at the end, “once all of this is over, Haven, you have my full permission.”
Loki scowled as he stared straight ahead but his expression softened minutely when Haven slipped his hand into Loki’s free one. Still, one thing pressed on his mind, “He Who Remains.”
You rolled your eyes and smirked as you kept walking, “not for much longer.”
You reached a free room that had the familiar statues of the TimeKeepers but one statue was destroyed, piquing your interest as you made it further into the room. You watched as Loki walked over to one of the statues and collected a pile of dust with two fingers and you had to steel yourself from imagining those fingers delving between your thighs and giving you the relief you had craved for years.
“Are we sure he’s even still alive?” Loki asked, oblivious to the way your eyes only trailed his fingers and not his face.
Before you could even answer, a door began to click open and all three of you brandished your weapons in preparation for a fight. The door revealed a man sat on a sofa, apple in hand and a leisured expression on his face. You glared at him while Loki squeezed Haven’s hand to comfort him.
The man stood from the chair and approached, studying them with a grin before whispering, “this is wild,” and chuckling, “the two of you… soulmates. I mean, it’s a little unorthodox, you two are usually torn apart in some way. But… wow! Wild.”
None of you moved as you watched the man bite into the apple but you finally gathered your courage to speak out, “He Who Remains?”
The man quite rudely continued to eat while also beginning to speak, “He Who Remains. She still calls me that? Creepy, right? But… I like it.”
“Of course you do,” Haven rolled his eyes, staying close to Loki with his brow furrowed and a determined look on his face.
“And you,” the man smirked as he turned to him, watching him freeze but still hold his ground, “you were a difficult one to create, I have to admit. Haven Lokidottir, Y/N and Loki were so eager to have you, such wonderful parents. Unfortunately, that goes against everything that I created so I had to give you a tragic end. By killing Loki on the Timeline, you could never be born.”
Haven lunged forward but Loki grabbed his wrist and shook his head, “don’t.”
As if expecting him to back down, He Who Remains watched Haven comply and stand beside Loki before he began to speak again, “come on. Come on, let’s talk in my office.”
You all followed the TimeKeeper into the elevator and had your weapons to his back to show that there was no trust in this situation. You held your sword closer, your mind whirring with the knowledge that this man in front of you made you go through all of your torment just because you weren’t allowed to be with Loki. You were never allowed to have Haven, never allowed to be yourself.
“Not what you were expecting, hmm?” He Who Remains asked, trying his best to break the tension in the elevator.
Loki breathed heavily beside you and you turned to glare at him as he whispered, “you’re just… a man.”
He Who Remains nodded and bit into his apple again before answering, “mm. Flesh and blood. Don’t tell me I’m a disappointment.”
“No,” you sneered, rage bubbling in your veins as you remembered all the lives you took for your chance to get Loki back, “just easier to kill.”
You drew your blade back and began to swing it towards the man before he disappeared and reappeared behind you and you seethed with rage when you heard him chuckle. Loki took his place beside you and you both turned to He Who Remains before he disappeared and you sensed him behind you so you swung again but he was gone. You both glanced up at the ceiling as a bang was heard before the door began to open again with the TimeKeeper smirking at you as it did.
“Come on in,” the man smirked before turning and walking further into the room. He began pouring tea for the four of you and while his back was turned, the three of you began to triangulate to attack. Haven took the middle while you took the right and Loki went left, all of your weapons held aloft. “Please,” the man said, gesturing to the three seats waiting, uncaring of the strategy formation you had begun, “take a seat.”
The man placed down the cups of tea at the sides of the chairs, looking all three of you as he did. When he placed the first one down, he smiled at Loki and hummed, “Loki”. When he placed down the middle, he grinned at Haven and watched him bristle with hatred, “Haven”. Then he set the third cup down and smiled at you, “Y/N.”
You and Loki shared a look before heading towards the chairs and taking your places on the outside ones while Haven sat in the middle, shielded by your swords held in the air by Loki’s seiðr.
Moments of silence passed before the man spoke up again, “been a long journey for you, hasn’t it? Lot of running, lot of pain. And you…” he glanced at Loki with a smile, “you’re a flea on the back of a dragon. In for one hell of a ride. But you did manage to hang on. Mmm-hmm, I guess that counts for something.”
“I’m not sure you understand the situation,” Loki growled, Haven sitting higher in his seat and holding his head high in defiance, “you’ve lost. We found you.”
“Duh,” the man smirked casually, “of course you did.”
You stood from your seat in an instant, your sword slapping into your palm as you swung it at He Who Remains again only for him to disappear and reappear behind his chair. “Whoa,” he grinned, tilting his head at you, “a swing and a miss,” he laughed and looked at the three of you with a delighted smile, “so, we’re still doing that, hmm? Let’s get all of this out of the way.”
You watched as the man pulled out a file from under the desk and placed it on the desk, flipping through the pages before grinning and picking up two pages, “here we go.”
“You can’t kill me because I already know what’s going to happen,” he grinned and placed the pages on the desk, watching the three of you read the pages, the script.
Loki chuckled hollowly, “it’s a parlour trick,” he sneered.
Animatedly, He Who Remains gestured to Loki and shrugged, “okay. Don’t you wonder how I’m able to get out of the way just before you kill me?”
“No,” you sneered, glaring at the man and pointing to the TemPad attached to his wrist, “it’s because of that little TemPad you have there.”
“Right,” He Who Remains whispered, keeping eye contact with you as he tilted his head, “but how do I already have it loaded up with everything I need to know to keep from being killed by you two? It’s easy. I know it all. And I’ve seen it all.”
The man sat back in his seat but the three of you remained on your feet, your hand tightening your grip on your sword as Loki glared at the man and Haven stared down at the script in his hands, trembling at the realisation that everything that happened to him was scripted.
“Everything that happened in the Void, I saw. All the stuff the TVA didn’t know about, I knew. All the scheming, all the… talking,” the man smirked at Loki as he leaned forward at his desk, “that little moment on the hill you shared with Sylvie when everyone was asleep. Quite sentimental, very touching stuff, by the way.”
You turned your head to glare at Loki and saw that he looked helpless and disappointed in himself but you knew it was just a front. Your trust in the God fractured even more, this God was not your Loki. “No,” you whispered, turning your attention back to the TimeKeeper, “no, we broke out of your little game. That’s how we got here.”
“No. Wrong,” the man grinned, meeting your eyes, “especially in yours and Haven’s case. You were only allowed to make it this far to kill off Sylvie, to ruin Loki completely. This is the only time you two can be together, exist with your daughter together, when there is no love between you.
Your expression faltered as you stared at the man before you. So, you were right, Loki didn’t love you. He barely knew you. Why were you with him? Why did you try for a second chance?
“Every step you took to get here, Ragnarok, the Void, I paved the road. You,” he gestured between the three of you, “you just walked down it.”
The three of you were taken aback by the revelation and Loki turned to look at you, to watch your expression crumble and he wished to comfort you but he knew it would be meaningless. Sure, he had tried to convince himself to incorporate you into your glorious purpose but in the end, only Haven applied. He held no love for you.
He Who Remains then picked up more pieces of paper and began to speak again, “and I have the rest right here. Everything that’s uh… that’s going to happen. There’s only one way this can go.”
Loki stared at the newfound papers in shock, frowning as Haven took a step back and shook his head before snarling at the TimeKeeper, “then why are we here?”
“Oh, come on,” He Who Remains sighed, glancing down at the child in front of him and he admired how such a small frame could be so angry, “you know you can’t get to the end until you’ve been changed by the journey. This stuff, it needs to happen. To get us all in the right mindset to finish the quest.”
“Right,” Loki drawled, not believing the story as he stared down at the papers.
“Quest?” Haven snarled, glaring at the man before him, his small body shaking with anger as he glared at the TimeKeeper, “so you murdering my mother before my eyes was the beginning of my quest?! Murdering my father before he could warn us of the attack so I could be manipulated into your… your… pawn!”
He Who Remains sighed as he glared at Haven, “news flash, kiddo, you weren’t supposed to exist in the first place. Your dad and your mum were never meant to meet. In any timeline. But I couldn’t weed all of them out. You are not meant to exist.”
“So it’s all a game?” Loki asked, pulling Haven out of the conversation that he knew would only lead to him lashing out, “it’s all… a manipulation.”
“Interesting that your head would go to that,” the man mused nonchalantly before turning his attention to you, “Y/N, you think you can trust this guy?”
Loki turned his head towards you and scoffed as he whispered, “don’t listen to him.”
“Don’t listen to him,” the TimeKeeper mocked before laughing, “do you think you’re even capable of trusting anyone at all? Haven? What about you?”
Now back to her female form, Haven scowled and glanced between Loki, the Loki that had yelled at her, that had abandoned her for the love of another version of himself. But then, there was you. You, in the small amount of time knowing her, had comforted her, protected her, reassured her and assisted her. Haven could trust you but not Loki.
Loki saw the moment Haven’s mind was set and his heart shattered, unbelieving of the fact that Haven didn’t trust him. Glancing at you, he saw the same distrust in your eyes. ‘You are alone and you always will be’ rang Sif’s voice through his mind as he sighed.
Still, you sat down with Haven on your lap and Loki sat as well, his eyes never leaving He Who Remains now that he knew his family didn’t trust him. God of Outcasts indeed.
“I understand your moral objections to what the TVA does,” the man was saying, perched on his desk as he addressed the three of you, “and my methods are deceptive. But the mission, it never was. Without me, without the TVA… everything burns.”
Loki glared at the man and saw a flicker of something, minute but there and he picked up on it, “then what are you so afraid of?”
He Who Remains hesitated for a long while, thinking of what was asked of him and working out an answer. The answer was simple; “me.”
You scowled at the man and tilted your head, feeling Haven cuddle into you, burying her face away from the man keenly observing you. “And just who are you?” you growled at the man, malice laced into your tone as you refused to glance sideways at Loki.
“Oh, I’ve been dubbed many names by many people,” the man began with a grin, shrugging as if that fact was normal, “a ruler, a conqueror. He Who Remains. A jerk. But it’s… it’s not as simple as a name.”
You watched as he fiddled with his TemPad before bringing forth some sand to tell his story, his explanation as to why he did the things that he did. The reason for why you had to suffer alone and why Haven had to suffer watching her version of you die in front of her at just a young age. Your daughter had to grow, had to adapt so quickly, she killed the burglars for Norns sake! That kind of trauma hardens someone’s perception on life, makes them paranoid. You hated this man for bringing this upon your daughter.
You listened as he explained how his variants began to fight for supremacy, how they wanted to rule timelines and keep it all to themselves. That’s when you knew, that’s why he created the TVA, to make sure that no more variants of him are born to take his claim to the Sacred Timeline.
Haven was listening too, hearing how the variants fought each other and she was suddenly reminded of all the Loki’s that battled for the sanctuary underneath the ground away from Alioth. How President wanted to rule, how Boastful was so eager to take the throne that he betrayed and was betrayed, how Classic was so tired that he didn’t wish to fight against the horde of Loki’s. Some variants were very confusing.
He Who Remains seemed to have finished before he began to laugh and shake his head, “no, no. Nope, this is where we diverge from the dogma. That first variant encountered a creature created from all the tears in reality, capable of consuming time and space itself. A creature you both know.”
Loki sighed and shook his head, realising that the monster that was in the Void was the monster that He Who Remains was referencing, “Alioth.”
“Bingo,” the man grinned, staring down at the sand that was explaining the story, “I harnessed the beast’s power and began experimenting on it. I weaponised Alioth and I ended… I ended the Multiversal War! Once I isolated our timeline, all I had to do was manage the flow of time and prevent any further branches. Hence, the TVA! Hence, the TimeKeepers and a highly efficient bureaucracy.”
You watched with growing anger as the man began to climb on top of his desk, trying to prove to you and Loki that he was higher than the both of you. “Hence ages… and ages of cosmic harmony!” the conqueror yelled, a proud smile on his face, “Hence… you’re welcome.”
Loki stared up at the man, unable to comprehend what he had just heard, unable to feel anything but growing dread at the prospect of another such war. This man had to be kept alive if it meant that they wouldn’t be fighting such a devastating war.
Haven, however, was seething in her place on your lap as she glared up at the man who had single-handedly destroyed her life. She hadn’t gotten to say goodbye to her daddy, she could still remember the cold expression on your face as you ordered her to run away. The gunshot still rang in her ears if she thought about it. This man needed to die for the way he treated her.
You were fuming as well. This man dictated your life, ruined your chances at ever being happy with Haven and Loki and yet here he was, grinning and laughing as if there was nothing wrong in the Nine Realms!
“You came here to kill the devil, right?” the man grinned, looking between the three of you, “well, guess what? I keep you safe. And if you think I’m evil, well, just wait ‘till you meet my variants.”
Loki took a deep breath and turned to look at you in shock, his variants could be millions of times worse! He needed time to talk to you about this, time to strategise and consider the next steps but he knew that he wouldn’t get the opportunity because the man already knew if he was to say it aloud.
He Who Remains then leaned back and shrugged, “and that’s the gambit. Stifling order or cataclysmic chaos. You may hate the dictator but something far worse than them is going to fill that void if you dispose of them. I’ve lived a million lifetimes.”
You shook your head in disbelief, the urge to behead the men increasing with every beat of your heart, every throb of your poisoned seiðr and you glared over at Loki and he met your eyes solemnly, the itch inside you to kill getting worse and worse the more the dictator talked.
“I’ve gone through every scenario,” the man continued, a gleam in his eye as his eyes flitted over to you as if he knew your torment, “This is the only way! The TVA, it works.”
You tilted your head and sneered, “or you’re a liar.”
The TimeKeeper leaned his head on his hand and smiled sweetly over at you, nodding enthusiastically before looking between the three of you, “or I’m a liar,” he agreed with a grin.
“So you just… continue to prune innocent timelines?” Loki asked, his brow raised with a calculating look on his face as if he was trying to find the reason behind the TimeKeeper’s actions, why they couldn’t have free will, “Timelines such as Haven’s, where she did nothing wrong.”
The TimeKeeper hummed and looked between you and Loki before pointing at the both of you, “you two would.”
That got the attention of both of you and Haven leaned back in her seat, sensing that this wasn’t her battle just yet.
“There two options!” the man carried on enthusiastically, “one… you kill me and destroy all of this, so you don’t have just one devil, you have an infinite amount. Or… You two. You two run the thing.”
“You’re lying,” Loki answered immediately, scowling at the man sat before him as his mind betrayed him into thinking about the possibilities, how he could settle down with you and Haven and keep the timeline safe. But he would have no place on the timeline, not anymore. “Why would you give up control?” he asked, his voice alarmingly calm.
The TimeKeeper sighed and looked away from the God. “Buddy…” he began, exhaling through his nose, “I’m tired. And I’m older. I’m older than I look. This game is for the young, for the hungry. I’ve gone through a lot of scenarios trying to find the right person to take this spot. It turns out that person comes in two,” he sighed before looking between you and Loki, “but it’s definitely you two.”
You and Loki turned your heads to look at each other again. You didn’t buy this bullshit but with the look in Loki’s eyes, he did believe this monster who had ripped Haven’s life away from her, the man who had made you suffer for so long without him.
“So, no more lies,” the man continued with a smile, “you kill me and the Sacred Timeline is completely exposed. Multiversal war. Or you take over and return to the TVA as their benevolent rulers. Tell the workforce who they are and what they work for!”
You scrunched your nose in distaste as you gazed at the dictator before you. Why would you lessen yourself to his level, follow his work and be a dictator yourself? “You treated real people’s lives like some kind of game,” you sneered.
The man sighed and shook his head, “It’s not personal, it’s practical.”
“It was personal to me,” you countered, outraged at his reasoning.
The man groaned and glared at you, rolling his eyes, “grow up!! Grow up, Y/N! Murderer! Hypocrite! We’re all villains here! We’ve all done terrible, horrific things,” you watched Loki bow his head out of the corner of your eye when the dictator pointed to him but that itch inside you worsened enough that you began to not care, “but now, we, you… have a chance to do them for a good reason.”
You tensed as you glared at the man before you, your magic practically begging to be released on the man that had just yelled at you, the man that had stolen your daughter’s life away, the man that had allowed you to corrupt yourself.
He didn’t say anything else, though. A confused expression fell over his face as he went silent, thunder rumbling in the background as the confused expression fell into shock as he whispered, “we just crossed… the threshold…”
Your breath hitched, something inside you telling you that your equal, the Scarlet Witch, had just awoken. You looked over at Loki and saw him looking confused. The itch in your fingers was nigh on painful now as your seiðr demanded to unite with your equal.
“So, I fibbed,” the man admitted, his tone panicked as he grinned nervously, looking around and even picking up a pencil and dropping it as if he didn’t know it would fall, “I fibbed earlier when I said I know how everything’s going to go. I… I know… I knew… everything up to a certain point and that point was about… 8… 9… 10 seconds ago?”
Your eyes widened as you looked behind the man to the swirling timeline through the window, it was beginning to branch! Did you need to kill him after all if free will has already been restored?
“And now I have no idea… no idea about how this is going to go,” he looked around with a wide grin, as if he was a child again, “I’m being candid.”
You glanced over to Loki and saw him death glaring the TimeKeeper and oh did that glare make wetness form in between your thighs. He’d used that glare before when you were being a brat and didn’t let him fuck you. To see it aimed at the TimeKeeper made you almost jealous.
“So that’s it?” the God asked darkly, his voice rumbling through his chest in the way that quickened your heart rate. “That’s it? This is what happens at the end of time? And now you’re just going to sit there with all that freedom and… let us decide your fate?”
The man shrugged and eagerly responded, “yes! Yes! Yes! What’s the worst that can happen? You either… take over and my life’s work continues or you plunge a blade in my chest and an infinite amount of me start another Multiversal War. And I just… end up right back here anyways. Reincarnation, baby.”
You shook your head with a sinister smile on your face, the seiðr in your core bubbling just beneath the surface, begging to be released. “No, it’s just another lie,” you sneered at him, “another manipulation.”
Your hand flexed around your sword and Haven looked up at Loki in horror, realisation hitting the child that you were going to do something that you would severely regret. “Dad,” the girl whispered, her head whipping around to look at you desperately, “mum… don’t.”
“Oh,” the Keeper grinned as he shook his head, looking you in the eye, “no lie. No manipulation.”
The man took off his bracelet-TemPad and stared down at it before setting it onto the table, “I love this,” he whispered, looking up at the three of you, “I love… all this honesty. Feels like a fresh start.”
Your restraint broke and you lunged out of your chair quickly, your sword aloft as you tried to get to the TimeKeeper but you were stopped by Loki catching your arm and shaking his head. The God turned to his daughter and whispered, “hide. This isn’t your fight.”
You growled and turned around, your sword to his chest as you pushed him backwards, “what are you doing?!”
“Sylvie, hang on a moment,” Loki said without thinking, looking into your eyes pleadingly, “let’s just talk about this…”
“Even now, you still think of her!” you screamed, pushing him away with a burst of magic that sent him falling backwards into a bookshelf. You scoffed and slowly made your way back to the TimeKeeper but you were stopped by Loki’s magic holding you back.
You snarled, turning around and swinging your sword at him, watching the heartbreak on his face as he brought his sword up to meet yours quickly. You pulled him out of your way but he slid through your arms and stood between you and the TimeKeeper.
“What if he’s telling the truth, Y/N?” Loki asked, trying to get you to listen but that itch just urged you to kill.
You huffed and rolled your eyes, squaring your shoulders as you glared at the man that was your husband once, “so what?”
Loki huffed and gently stepped towards you, hoping to get through to you if he just stayed calm, “I believe him.”
“Believe what?!” you yelled, tears forming in your eyes, “that we can’t have free will because millions of him will form and doom us all?! Bullshit, Loki! He’s a liar!”
“So am I!” Loki countered, his hand on his chest as he never dropped eye contact, taking another step towards you with a frown, “and I don’t think he was lying. Not about that. Insane? Yes. But maybe he was telling the truth?”
“Better hurry!” the TimeKeeper yelled helpfully behind Loki, making your blood boil, “the timeline is already branching!”
You huffed and glared up at Loki, your grip on the sword tightening as you glared at him, “so what are you suggesting?”
“That we think about it!” Loki whispered to you, reaching out to you with a frown, as if he was trying to tame a wild animal that was cornered.
“And what precisely is there to think about?!” you screamed, your heart hammering against your ribs as you wanted nothing more than to kill the man who stole yours and your daughter’s lives, “Loki! He ruined my life! He ruined Haven’s life! How can you try to side with him?!”
“Weren’t you listening to what he was saying?” Loki whispered, gesturing behind him to the TimeKeeper, that’s the gambit. Remove the dictator and who fills the void?”
Realisation swept through you as you stared at the God, a cunning smile on your lips as you tilted your head, “ah. You want the throne?”
“No, that’s not it. No,” Loki shook his head, his heart breaking at the fact that you had just assumed such a thing of him. You, of all people, should know that he never wanted the throne! He only wanted to be loved and love in return!
“I don’t believe you,” you sneered, taking a step closer to him as a tear dripped down your cheek, “the God of Lies trying to tell the truth? It’s as ridiculous as it sounds!”
“Y/N the universe is in the balance!” Loki pleaded, his brows furrowing as he wondered just how corrupted you were after so long with the DarkHold, “everything we know to be true. Everything. I know the TVA has hurt all three of us but what if by taking him out, we risk unleashing something even worse? All I’m suggesting is that we take a moment to think about it. I promise you from my heart that this isn’t about a throne.”
You shook your head with a sad smile on your face as you stared at him. He looked so desperate for you to believe him but just as the TimeKeeper had said earlier, you couldn’t trust him. He was lying to you and you knew it. “What was I thinking trusting you?” you sneered, glaring at the man, “has this whole thing been a con?”
“Really? That’s what you think of me after all this time?” Loki whispered, tears brimming in his eyes as he stared at you, “sure. Why not? Evil Loki’s master plan comes together. Well, you never trusted me, did you? What was the point? Can’t you see? This is bigger than our experience!”
You sighed sadly and shook your head as half of you wanted to run into his arms and cuddle him close, allow him to cry and calm down in your warmth. The other half wanted to kill him because he wasn’t seeing this in the obvious way. “Why aren’t we seeing this the same way?”
“Because you can’t trust,” Loki whispered with a frown as he shrugged, “and I can’t be trusted.”
You nodded and readied your sword and your seiðr as you glared at him, “then i guess we’re in a pickle.”
Realisation dawned on Loki’s face as he realised what you were plotting and he shook his head, “Y/N, wait. Wait.”
You snarled and the battle commenced. You had known Loki for so long in your timeline, had trained with him, fought beside him and became one in your minds that you knew his strategies and fought them head on. The clash of swords echoed throughout the room, the scared little sobs of your daughter hidden behind a chair next to the TimeKeeper not even registering in your mind.
Your swords clanged together as you fought throughout the office, sparks of seiðr flying everywhere as you matched each other’s skills. You pushed him away with your seiðr and began to make your way back to the TimeKeeper but Loki ran in front of you and countered your blow, pushing you backwards and yelling “maybe he’s lying! Maybe he’s not! The cost of getting this wrong is too great!”
“Fine,” you growled, pushing your sword to his throat and pulling his to yours, watching the desperation on his face that you saw as desperation for him to kill you not to reason with you, “do it! Kill me! Take your throne!”
“No…” Loki whispered brokenly before you began the war again, battling him out before you slipped to the floor and spun on your hand, trying to kick him but he somersaulted over you and stood from the floor with a flip of his hair before beginning to approach you.
Having enough of wasting time, you threw a well-timed blast of seiðr to knock him to the floor then you took the swing for the Keeper’s head. Everything moved in slow motion for a while before a glow of seiðr appeared in front of you and Haven stopped your blade with her dagger.
“Mum!” she screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks quickly as she pushed back against your instinct to just push forward, “mum stop! Doing this will not get us anywhere! I am in the same boat as you, I hate this man but this circle has to stop! This violence!”
You snarled as you glared at your daughter, barely hearing her words over the thundering of blood in your ears, “so what do you plan to do with the throne, Haven!? What is your ‘glorious purpose’!?”
“It’s you! It’s you and dad!” she sobbed, her innocent emerald eyes shimmering with agony at the accusation you just threw at her, “I watched you die because he needed me here. You got corrupted because you needed to be here! Dad took the Tesseract because he needed to be here. Take the offer, mum! Then we can go home!”
You stared at the girl before lowering your blade and sighing, making your sword disappear in a glow of green before you opened your arms for her and smiled when the girl jumped into your arms and sobbed into your neck. Turning your face to the TimeKeeper, you sighed and hung your head, “we’ll take your offer, but we will be living on the Timeline.”
He Who Remains nodded, turning his head to look at the timeline before holding his hands out to you and Loki, who was now stood by your side. Timidly, you and the God of Mischief shook the man’s hand and closed your eyes at the overwhelming power that transferred into your veins and cores. The old TimeKeeper leaned back in his chair and whispered, “good choice,” before disappearing into dust.
Breathing heavily, you dropped to your knees and sobbed as you cradled your daughter, feeling her cling to you with the same relieved desperation for comfort. You heard Loki shuffling away and sitting back down in the chair that he had previously been sitting in.
“What now?” he whispered shallowly, his eyes watching you and your daughter with a frown.
You grabbed the glowing TemPad on the table and slid it onto your wrist before walking over to the window and watching the branches get pruned one by one. “Now? We continue as normal. You go to New Asgard, reintroduce yourself and you stay there. I can’t be around you right now.”
Loki nodded sadly and watched you open the TimeDoor for him and he walked closer to you, watching you flinch away from him. “Please,” he whispered, his eyes on Haven as he held back a broken sob, “just a cuddle goodbye?”
You nodded and handed your daughter over to the Liar God and turned away to give them privacy.
Haven looked up at her dad with a soft smile, her hand slowly reaching up to cup his chin and she sighed softly, “mama will come around, dad, I promise. We’ll see each other soon, I promise.”
Loki laughed and stroked her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before standing and sitting her down on the ground. As he walked over to the TimeDoor, he looked over his shoulder and whispered more to you than Haven, “I love you.”
You didn’t react until after the door had closed behind him. Turning around, you listened to the echoing silence in the office before you walked over to the desk, grabbed your file and began to write that your timeline self would succumb to her depression after redeeming herself and would drop Mount Wundagore on top of her after whispering to America that the teen was to meet you in a small village in England.
Happy with how you could fit yourself back onto the timeline, you opened a TimeDoor and stepped through.
~~~~~~~~~
A month after settling into your home in the small village of Leconfield, you were finally feeling peace as most of the dark magic had seeped out of your core after your timeline self had killed herself destroying Mount Wundagore and the DarkHold. The home you were settled into was plenty for you and two children. Haven got the front child’s bedroom and America got the bigger back bedroom. You got the master bedroom and you were happy with your home.
You switched the news on at ten am one morning and saw a news report about Thor and Loki opening a memorial for all those who lost their lives in Ragnarok and also who fought nobly against Thanos with the Avengers. You saw in the live feed that even if he was reunited with Thor, Loki looked incredibly miserable.
“Morning mama!” Haven grinned, walking through the kitchen and into the back living room, a bowl of cereal in her hands as she sat beside you on the sofa and her eyes locked on the TV, “oh! The memorial is finished! Dad was proud of making it! Uncle Thor even put Grandma on there too!”
You hummed as you drew your knees up to your chest with a frown. You had imagined your separation from that Loki to be easy, you didn’t love him as you did with your Loki but you knew that he was Loki and you loved him forever.
“Haven!” called a voice from the kitchen and America poked her head around the door to look into the second living room, “where did you leave the coco pops? They’re not in their usual spot!”
Haven giggled and looked at her adopted sister with a Loki grin before gesturing to her bowl, “this was the last of it.”
You snorted when you saw America scowl at her sister and then feigned innocence when the teen glared at you. “Mum!” the girl whined, “can you conjure more coco pops?”
You shook your head and grinned at her before standing from the sofa and walking into the conservatory, opening the back doors to allow the morning air into the house. “Keep practising your seiðr and conjure it yourself,” you shrugged before walking out onto the decking and sitting on the outdoor furniture.
You heard America groan and stomp back into the kitchen and you giggled to yourself before looking up at the sky, the wind blowing your hair peacefully as your eyes fluttered closed.
The moment was ruined by the Bifrost opening in your garden and you screamed, falling over the arm of the chair in an attempt to get away from the sudden noise.
“Y/N?” came the soft voice that you had hoped you would hear again. You raised your head to stare at Loki and your heart stopped. He looked so handsome. His outfit was different from the live feed on the TV but he was here.
He was wearing a green silk button down with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into his black slacks, his shoes were solid black and he wore a watch on his wrist that you knew was the adapted TemPad you had sent the plans to him for. His hair was slicked back, some of it braided and pinned back with the rest. His nails were painted black and green. You couldn’t help but stare at him.
“Y/N?” Loki repeated patiently, smirking as he watched you check him out. He took a step closer to you and watched you step away, causing his smirk to fall. “Y/N…”
“Why are you here?” you spat, your eyes darting up to meet his and your heart pounded in your chest. The sight of him in this outfit made your core throb for him. You hadn’t had any action in years and it showed.
Loki sighed and walked towards you, soothed by the fact that you didn’t step away this time. When he stood before you, he cupped your cheek and whispered softly to you, “I couldn’t leave you, Y/N. In fact… I find myself thinking of you even at the most… inopportune moments of the day… I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine… and should that link be broken either by distance or by time, my heart would cease to beat and I would die… and you… you would soon forget about me…”
“Never,” you whispered, shaking your head as you fought to keep your eyes on his own and not fall to his lips, “I would never forget you…”
The moments that passed were slow but soon enough, your lips were on his and you felt complete again, his arms wrapping around your waist and your arms wrapping around his neck. You moaned into the kiss as his tongue pressed against your lips for entrance and you whined happily as it slid between them when you parted them slightly. One of your hands slowly trailed up to his hair and got lost in the gelled-back tendrils that you had missed holding.
When you pulled away, a smile broke out across your face and you rested your head on his shoulder, swaying gently with him as a tear slipped from your eyes, “I missed you.”
With a gentle chuckle, Loki rubbed down your back gently and whispered softly, “I have missed you too, my lovely wife.”
“Daddy!!!” came an excited yell from the conservatory and Loki only had a moment to pull away from you and get to his knees before Haven was in his arms and laughing happily, “you’re home!”
Loki chuckled and kissed her forehead gently, rocking back and forth with her as he nodded, “I’m home, I’m home, I promise.”
“Mum? Who’s out there?” America called, walking out of the conservatory only to see you smiling behind your hands as Haven hugged who America knew to be Loki, “oh. Loki.”
Loki lifted his head and smiled at America, “you must be America Chavez. Your sister speaks a lot about you when she visits on weekends! It’s lovely to finally meet you.”
You watched America nod before you knelt beside Loki and Haven and gently held his shoulder, “come inside. I’ll cook you some breakfast.”
The God of Mischief grinned and stood up, Haven giggling in his arms as he did and then headed into the house. You took a deep breath before following him into the house with a childish grin on your face. What a family you were. A Loki variant, a Y/N variant and your littlest Variant, Haven.
