slow dance on broken glass (18/?)
He hadn’t meant to survive and she wasn’t supposed to exist, but he had and she did, and maybe that was the reason they kept beating the odds.
He Who Remains is dead, but the story is far from being over. If anything, it's only getting started.
Meanwhile, Loki and Sylvie find their way back to one another while the Multiverse continues to unravel around them. Set after S1.
author's note: been meaning to post this sooner, but then I went to London to watch Much Ado About Nothing and it took over my life for a bit. back to my regularly scheduled bullshit now
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They had lingered for a bit, however, rummaging through the cabinets and desk drawers in search of… something.
The whole I’ll know it when I see it kind of situation, if you please.
Like a TemPad, for instance. Or… or a button that would turn the TVA off and out of existence. Though Sylvie had fewer hopes about the latter.
She had found half a dozen keys that had no tags to inform her as to which doors they opened and a notepad filled with doodles—one that had given her pause for reasons she didn’t want to go into; something about them humanizing the person who had left them behind—while Loki had located a pruning baton. He had lifted it up to show it to her, and she had shrugged, and so he had appropriated it in the absence of other available weapons.
(She had noticed him reaching habitually behind his back a couple of times only to discover that his sword wasn’t there. A gesture that had filled her with inadvertent sympathy.)
“Would it kill them to make a map of this bloody place?” she had asked no one in particular at some point, as she’d wrangled yet another drawer open, only to discover a handful of pens.
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