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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Sylvie has lost a lot in her life.
She knows losing well. She knows it horrifically well, intimately so, and she knows the cruel, knife-bitten pain that sinks into the heart with loss.
She's lost homes, she's lost safety and peace; she's lost lives, she's lost loves.
Friends are a rare loss, one she hasn't experienced much of - but the threat of such is responsible for her immediate relief upon seeing both you and Loki.
Her hair hangs in her face in damp tendrils of blonde and black, mingling who-she-was with who-she-is in a telling smear of haunting revenge. Though she has her own momentary victories to celebrate, she's dares not utter them in the presences of the viciously cunning Ravonna Renslayer.
No, and even still, her own plan is shoved far back in her mind at the sight of you and Loki.
She knows the looks on your faces well - it's as if she is looking in a mirror, etched with her own visage. While she isn't sure exactly what has transpired to claw such stinging surrender out of Loki and such desperate, venomous spite out of you, she knows.
She knows someone is gone.
"Get off of me!" your voice cracks with rage as your feet lift in an almost child-like, desperate attempt to break free; and for a moment, the guards falter and attempt to catch you, only to send one toppling to the ground. Sylvie watches as you plant a hard kick to the Hunter's chest and spin to try and yank your arm from the other's grasp.
You're as biting as a hellcat, hellbent on digging your claws into anyone near.
Sylvie hasn't seen this side of you.
Loki hasn't either.
And he knows, he knows you are badass but it is heartbreak . His only pushes him farther in an icy depth, all while you battle the raging storm within you - and perhaps that's the beauty of it. The beauty of you two. How different you are in the face of loss.
Renslayer is one step ahead of you.
Renslayer is one step ahead of you.
Her baton is raised. It crackles dangerously at your throat. Your eyes level, and there's a flash of something there - and for a moment, a split second of frozen time, Ravonna is afraid.
You see it.
Through wet lashes, through gritted teeth, through a look so sharp it could cut her down where she stands.
But, her facade slips back into place, and the Judge holds you there with her weapon as the guards secure their hold on you once more.
They muscle you between Sylvie and Loki.
Renslayer leans, whispering in your ear.
"Best behave, Variant."
"Go to hell," you hiss as you stare at those golden elevator doors; but the dig aimed at Renslayer's throat lands, "Variant."
