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Loki carried her farther away from the alarm and through the silent hallways. He walked down a long thread of narrow stairwells, getting lost at least twice until he finally came to the cafeteria where he'd sat many late nights, poring over files pertaining to the var- to Sylvie. When they'd first started this mission, Loki assured himself she was weaker than he, a true stain on the sacred timeline. But after the time with her and Sprite on Lamentis, he realized there was something... more between them. So much more. And the kiss in He-Who-Remain's lair only accelerated the relationship more. Now, he looked down at his sleeping child, a ball of guilt growing in his stomach. All throughout the mission he told himself this was about getting home, getting Sprite home. And yet.... and yet he saw himself falling for her each step of the way. Once he slid silently through the kitchen, his shoes tapping cheerily against the hideous linoleum floors. He set Sprite down behind a counter, and propped her against the cold steel of it. Next, he stood and rummaged through the cabinets near them. From there, he produced 4 bottles of water, and a huge ribbon of jerky. He unwrapped it, and tore a small chunk for himself. He kneeled down towards his daughter, nudging her awake. "Spritey." "Hmmm?" "You need to eat, darling." "Not... hungry." "Not eating will only make you weaker. You must get stronger." He brought the jerky to her dry lips, now cracked and bleeding, and she parted her mouth, relishing the taste. He gave her a few more pieces before bringing a bottle of water to her lips. "Here. Drink." She obeyed, then leaned back once more, heaving a small sigh, and drifting off once more. Once she was asleep, Loki fed himself and nursed the water, then pulled her into his arms, and grabbed a towel nearby, laying both their heads on the towel now covering the floor. He held his daughter to his chest, and drifted off slowly as well. Only to be woken up an estimated 40 minutes later with her throwing up the jerky.
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♤The Conqueror's Dagger♤
Fanfiction~He'd never expected this. He just wanted to return home. Now, he had a trapped possible love prospect, and a daughter who didn't know her own power. He's on his own now.
