#dontcallmeloki

[benevolentgodloki]

Finish the sentence: Sylvie is one hell of a…

"Screamer."

[ask-xi]

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His words halted her escape, halfway out a back window. Sylvie frowned, and sat on the windowsill for a moment, glaring at the door. She should leave and find another disaster to hide in. Any and all interactions ran the risk of her being remembered, breadcrumbs for the TVA to follow and ruin everything all over again. But Sylvie was a curious creature by nature, and her self-imposed isolation wasn’t always as strict as she meant it to be. Slowly, Sylvie climbed back inside and stood in the doorframe, the same puzzled look on her face. “If you’re not here to loot, what are you doing here? It’s too late to safely escape if you’re trying to save people. You’re as doomed as I am.”

Whoever she was, she didn't sound old. XI didn't try to open the door, listening outside for now. She seemed willing enough to hear him out for the time being, although something she said tipped him off.

"So you do know what's going to happen. Explains why someone would be here when they shouldn't and why you'd still be ferreting about for things. You've got a way off, too. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Fellow time traveller's promise."

[benevolentgodloki]

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A family. It was a word that struck a painful little pang in her heart. Oh, how she longed for it and how she feared it.

Emerald eyes found their near perfect match, her brows creased ever so slightly in thought. “I don’t know,” Sylvie answered, surprising even herself with how easy that was to say. She liked it, the not knowing. All of her steps before had been carefully planned out, and every single one of them made where no one would be aware of her existence. Now she could step wherever she wanted, without any care as to who might see her tracks. A tiny little smile graced her lips, the hint of a smirk. “I think I’d like to stay in one place for a bit, and then maybe do some travelling. Do something crazy like be seen.”

She wanted to stay here, if Loki did. A great part of her didn’t want to leave his side, but she could never admit to being so…clingy. “As to where I’ll stay, well, I guess that remains to be seen.”

The wait for her decision was excruciating and more boggling still when there was no clear answer. Until Sylvie smiled and gave him yet more glimpses of possibility. She was going to stay. Loki grinned.

"Then stay here," he urged. "Stay here with me. Thor can have two of us for the price of one; double the mischief to make up for what he lost. If or when we get bored we can run off, see where the mood takes us. We can do anything!"

[araedi]

[Continued from X]

A rich laugh follows on the heels of Sylvie’s shove, though for all of his grinning the relief is clear in Thor’s eyes. As naturally as he had fallen into seeing Sylvie as simple another mirror of his sibling – the same but different and always welcome in his heart – he had, as much as her, been fearing rejection. He’s made mistake upon mistake when it’s come to Loki, would the same happen with Sylvie? With no childhood to bind them, would there ever be enough for her to forgive him should the worst happen?

Such thoughts fly from his mind, now. She’s welcomed him into her life, and that is enough.

They’ve not spent as long as he would have liked getting to know one another, but it has been ample to convince him that she is every bit a Loki as much as she is her own distinct person. It’s fascinating, in a sense: seeing what remains familiar and what is new. Moreover, he’s simply relished the experience of getting to know someone so genuinely fun. Laughter, he suspects, has been scarce for the both of them of late.

“I’ll set a timer,” he warns jokingly, “two weeks and I’ll assume you’re in danger and come rushing to your aid.” A playful grin and he rubs the back of his neck. “Seriously, though, take your time. You’re certain that you’re fine to go alone, though? Not that you aren’t capable – I know you are, just like Valkyrie, it’s not – I just wanted to make the offer. Again.”

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[benevolentgodloki]

Gods of mischief needed outlet. They had intended to do just that in a back room of the town hall, the possibility of getting caught adding to the excitement. What they hadn't expected was for there to be a wedding booked in the chamber that was their only exit. Of course, they could slip out in disguise, but questions would still be asked. They didn't want to risk getting kicked out of New Asgard.

And besides, they were already half undressed now.

Norns, she was gorgeous. Loki couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"And what of you?" he whispered urgently, hands pawing at the rest of her clothing. "I expect you'll need to bite harder."

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[ask-xi]

Feleekian Beta. He’d heard of this world in his own universe and had already seen its end. Absolutely stunning spectacle of colour and reactions scattering out into the surrounding nebulae. The people had all evacuated so there was little guilt to be had in enjoying its final moments, especially now he got to do it again seeing as he hadn’t been to the one in this particular reality.

XI (known as the Doctor) was sipping a bourbon-laced coffee on a fold-out chair, watching from an out of phase pocket of time. Thanks to the TARDIS, he could sit safely in this bubble. He was currently alone, his husband having detached his own TARDIS from her usual hybrid state in order to watch the same event in another reality so they could compare notes. Normally time machines didn’t much like being outside their own universes but the Time Lord pair had found the means to achieve it, made all the easier when the two machines kept up a connection across the boundaries.

Peering through a rather silly set of goggles, he was just about to open a packet of crisps when he spotted something impossible. A hooded figure hurrying out of one of the abandoned buildings.

Panicked, he scrambled back inside his ship and pushed her into phase, much to her disapproval. Then, clearly visible to anyone now, he burst out and ran across the dusty thoroughfare toward the figure.

“Hello? Hellooooo! You have to get off this planet! You’re in terrible danger!”

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[toxintouches]

angsty question prompts.

@dontcallmeloki​ sent: "Are you bleeding?"

     “Huh?” she muttered, looking at the woman with a befuddled expression. Only now noticing the trickle of blood that slipped from her nose. Rogue had never thought that there would be repercussions to her power; that there was a limit to how much she could absorb. There clearly wasn’t. Though, sucking powers and minds of several people was actually quite draining, even for her.

     Wiping her nose with the back of her hand, she was a little perplexed by it. This was unlike any reaction she had ever had before. “Must have absorbed too much power,” she reasoned, believing that it must have been the case. What else could it be? “Nothin’ to worry ‘bout, I’m fine.”

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@dontcallmeloki​​ liked for starter call roulette X

“The more I learn about what I missed on Asgard, the more I’m almost glad I wasn’t there." Of course, the timelines were complicated, and it was more than Brunnhilde was willing to bother dealing with. She was busy leading New Asgard, in the stead of it’s born to be King, and at his request. Another Loki, or Sylvie, as she’s already proclaimed, is either a big problem, or genuinely in need of help. “So what, exactly, brings you to New Asgard in the first place then?”