summary: after ' escaping' from the avengers with the tesseract,he fell in to an another trouble.on the the way he found he wasn't alone.so much angst , fluff, spoilers for endgame and Loki Series ep.........
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There's a first for everything , as a assassin you have a fine share of throwing your self at windows , but this is something new falling from a train. when the gaurds throw you and sylvie out of the train you grabbed her and use your levetating power fly with her for safe landing.
loki is close behind you , he'd put up more of a fight and you got sylvie.
"thanks ,love "
"its okay "
loki feels rage . no loki feels jealous . the way sylvie looks at you or the way you smile at her . this is not the y/n which sylvie loved . it is was his y/n . only his .
Suddenly, there's the cold cut of a knife slicing through the air. You watch as Sylvie suddenly holds her blade to Loki's throat - and anger has tainted her judgement. If it wasn't terrifying it would maybe be a bit endearing.
"Give me the TemPad."
"Sylvie-"
"Alright, alright, okay."
That's when Loki seemingly pulls that little device from a glowing patch of emerald, right in the center of your chest.
The immediate relief it brings is overshadowed by the way the device crumbles in the God's hands.
Horror swallows you whole.
"Loki..."
"Well, sh-she did take quite the tumble..."
You can't breathe. You can't - oh, god, is this a panic attack? Is this really happening right now? The TemPad... it's gone. Destroyed. Nothing but a pile of obliterated metal and motherboard in his hands.
You immediately sink to the ground.
"So it's my fault now?" you cry out in disbelief as Sylvie steps forward.
"You asshole. You killed us."
"M-Maybe we can fix it - okay, uhm..."
Sylvie, it seems is just as distraught as you are.
"You're not a serious man," her voice wavers.
"Right," he battles back, "I'm a God-"
"You're a clown!" she spits, "You got drunk on the train."
"I'm hedonistic!" he throws his hands, "That's what Ido."
"I'm hedonistic," Sylvie snaps, "A lot more than you, I assure you, but never at the expense of the mission."
"Oh, the mission? The mission-"
You let out a ferocious scream, fists balled at your side.
Sylvie ignores Loki's desperate look of shame - and instead, jogs to slow you down. Her hand settles on your arm, and her face is sad.
