Loki landed hard, tumbling head over heels out of the portal. He scrambled to his feet and tried to run back, but the portal snapped shut, leaving Sylvie and Kang together. He’d failed.
Loki sat down hard and just stared unseeingly ahead for several long minutes, his thoughts in turmoil. Tears welled up in his eyes. For once he’d wanted to do something good and -- it cost him. Again. Maybe Classic Loki had been right. Maybe Lokis were just supposed to be villains. He hated that thought and closed his eyes against it. But that didn’t help, all it did was remind him of that kiss. The kiss he hadn’t expected, and as soon as it happened, he realized he hadn’t wanted. The sudden clarity of the action was illuminating. He felt stupid for thinking something different.
And now he sat on the floor, lips still tingling from that damn kiss , back throbbing from where he’d landed after being thrown out of the portal, distraught. He’d failed. He’d failed. Sylvie had betrayed him. He couldn’t think about that. He needed something. Someone.
Mobius.
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