HIS LOVE

FIND A WAY

Loki's never considered himself a hero - frankly, his own moral alignments lacked the usual pristine, gilded edge that heroism was painted with. No, no, he was chaos incarnate and by nature, perhaps a bit more perversely interested in devilry. That was who he was.

was

If he's being honest, as you and Sylvie and himself hike towards the glittering sight of the Ark.

It had begun with his deep-seated need to prove himself to you, and it ended with Sylvie mentioning, flippantly, that everyone in the TVA is a Variant. Just like you, just like her, just like him.

He's beginning to think you're getting to him.

Isn't that the point of love? It does things to a man - changes him.

Loki is a bit more preoccupied with the second realization of the day which is Mobius. Mobius is a friend. You are a friend. Sylvie, even, is a friend.

Loki has never had friends.

"Mobius."

"I know," he says, low and wary.

"We have to get back, we have to tell them."

"They won't believe you," Sylvie says, "I've tried."

Your face becomes muddled with confusion. "What?"

Sylvie looks at you, then begins walking once more. "There's a reason why they kept referring you to as dangerous, love."

"What does that even mean?" you holler as you try to catch up to Loki and Sylvie in a light jog; you stop them both, waving your hands, "Seriously - why do I feel like everyone knows something I don't?"

Sylvie wets her lips. She grabs your hand and squeezes it. "I'll explain it later. Stop it. Look at me - I promise. Right now, we need to get to that ship and get out of here."

'SKIP >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"FIVE MINUTES UNTIL LAUNCH."

"We've gotta move," you say, pushing away a roll of nausea, as you turn to look at him - but his eyes are stuck to the ship, to the sea of people. You wonder, in a flash of sympathy, if he is thinking of Ragnarok. You gently tug his arm. He blinks, "Come on."

Sylvie helps you both down. "We have to make sure the Ark gets off the ground."

"How?" you ask, being shouldered by the crowd.

All you know, then, is fear.

It's like being struck down with fear and sorrow and horror all at once.

As all of Shuroo falls quiet, all you can do is fall to your knees.

You find Sylvie outside of town.

You spare Loki a soft look as you break from his hand and lower yourself beside Sylvie. You reach, immediately, for her hand. She remains unchanged, however you can feel her fingers twitch to tighten around your own. You lean close, cheek resting on her shoulder.

He has settled down, now, and speaks quietly.

"I'm sorry."

Perhaps he was never meant to be a hero. What a laughable little thing. Just when he considers who he really is, what he really wants. Just when he stares his fate in it's garishly, wolfish teeth and decides to risk the bite. What a horrible thing. He almost laughs.

Sylvie is somber.

"I remember Asgard."

You lift your head. Loki's eyes flit across her face.