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Portal to My Heart (Book 2) Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve: With the Time-Keepers
(Y/N) stood in front of her parents. Her heart clenched at the sight of them, the parents she had known in her teenage years. The family she had before they died.
“We’ll only be gone a little while,” said her mother. “We just have a lead to chase down. We’re the edge of a real breakthrough.”
“Just think of how many people will be helped once we expose those corrupt politicians,” said her father.
“You have to believe me! You guys are going to die,” pleaded (Y/N), not wanting to see her parents’ deaths for the millionth time.
“Nonsense, we’ll be back before you know it,” said her father, smiling as he got into the car.
(Y/N) shut her eyes tightly as the key turned. An explosion shook the air and sent (Y/N) backwards. The heat seared her skin as it had done years ago, leaving the same marks as before. She sobbed and refused to open her eyes; she couldn’t stand to see their bodies any longer.
“(Y/N)!”
Her eyes flew open. Loki had stepped through a portal with Mobius, and he was grinning like an idiot. (Y/N)’s eyes brightened.
“Loki!”
She stood up shakily, her injuries feeling quite real due to their circumstances. Loki rushed over to her.
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmured, pulling her close. He was relieved to be there, helping her, keeping her safe after what he’d gone through. (Y/N) held him back, heart blooming with joy and relief.
“I missed you!” She cried, holding onto his shirt.
“I’m right here,” said Loki. “I’m right here.”
Mobius chuckled. “Alright, alright. Break it up, lovebirds, we still have your third wheel to pick up before anything figures out what’s going on.”
They stepped out of (Y/N)’s Loop, Loki supporting (Y/N) as they did. They were met with Judge Renslayer and a team of Minutemen.
“I think you have something of mine,” said Renslayer.
“Yeah, I got all the way down there before I ever realized I picked up yours,” said Mobius jovially, rummaging in his pockets for Renslayer’s Tempad. He handed it to a Minuteman. “What’s going on? What’s the problem, Ravonna?” He sighed, knowing the gig was up. “You know where I’d go if I could go anywhere?” His gaze turned solemn. “Wherever it is I’m really from. Yeah, wherever I had a life before the TVA came along. Maybe I had a jet ski. That’s what I’d like to do. Just riding around on my jet ski.”
“Prune him,” ordered Renslayer.
A Minuteman stepped forward, and (Y/N) tried to force herself between them, but Loki held her back, not willing to lose her after everything he’d had to see that day. Mobius gasped as he disappeared into amber sparks.
“No!” cried (Y/N). Loki let out a heartbroken gasp.
The Minutemen stepped forward and grabbed Loki and (Y/N)’s arms. Loki struggled as the men roughly held (Y/N). In turn, she fought against them as well.
“Wait for me at the elevator,” ordered Renslayer as the Minutemen forced (Y/N) and Loki forward.
They were marched through the halls; they didn’t bother to fight because the shock of Mobius’s death was fresh in their minds. They halted outside double doors as Sylvie was dragged up beside them. The trio was reunited.
“I’ve got them from here,” said Renslayer. On a controlled, she pressed a button, and the doors opened. (Y/N), Loki, and Sylvie followed her in; they had no other choice. They could only wait to see what Renslayer was planning for them.
After a moment of silence, Sylvie spoke up. “Do you remember me?”
“I do,” answered Renslayer shortly. “What do you want to say to me, Variant?”
“What was my Nexus Event?” questioned Sylvie. “Why did you bring me in?”
“What does it matter?”
“It was enough to take my life from me, lead to all of this. Must have been important. So, what was it?”
Renslayer smirked for a moment. “I don’t remember.”
As the elevator doors, Sylvie let out a shaky breath at the dismissal of all her life’s pain. Beyond the doors was a cold room filled with hazy blue mist. On a raised dais, three beings sat on floating thrones. (Y/N) recognized the faces from the statues in the TVA—the Time-Keeper’s.
“Gracious Time-Keepers, as promised, the Variants,” said Renslayer.
“After all your struggle, at last, you’ve arrived before us,” said Time-Keeper 1.
(Y/N) bristled at their voice. Something felt…off about it. Inhuman. Which was a fair assessment, seeing as they were obviously not from Earth before they became Time-Keepers. However, (Y/N) could feel the emptiness in the room. As the smoke curled around her and the metallic smell hit her, the edges of her vision dimmed. A strange power tugged at her conscious, emanating from the glowing designs behind the Time-Keepers. For a moment, they blurred into cracks in dark stone walls with glass windows filtering teal light in. She was somewhere else, her mind was somewhere else, this power was from somewhere else. Right in front of her yet beyond her grasp…
(Y/N) was wrenched back to the real world as another Time-Keeper spoke. She frowned to herself, unable to recall what had just happened. Everything felt slightly hazy, as if that faraway place was still pulling her away. Nevertheless, she needed to remain on guard. The Time-Keepers, no matter where their power lay, were dangerous. If (Y/N) was not careful, she would meet her death.
“What do you have to say for yourselves before you meet your end, Variants?” interrogated Time-Keeper 2.
“Is that the only reason you brought us here?” Loki looked up bravely. “To kill us? I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been killed, so go ahead. Do your worst.”
“You and your bravado are no threat to us, Variant,” said Time-Keeper 3.
“Really? Because I doubt many Variants meet the Time-Keepers. I’d say something is up,” said (Y/N). She smirked. “You’re scared.”
“No, Variant, you’re nothing but a cosmic disappointment,” said Time-Keeper 1. “Delete them.”
(Y/N) frowned. It couldn’t be that simple. There had to be a reason they were brought before the Time-Keepers. And yet they were just going to be killed.
“No, I’m not done with you yet!” growled Sylvie, lurching forward.
Renslayer calmly used the Time Twister to reset her location. Static sounded suddenly as the elevator doors revealed B-15. With a click of a button, the collars choking the trio dropped to the floor. The Minutemen activated their pruning sticks.
“For all time,” said B-15. She smirked. “Always.” She tossed a sword to Sylvie before beginning her fight with two guards.
“Protect the Time-Keeper’s!” commanded Renslayer.
Sylvie, Loki, and (Y/N) glared at the six Minutemen approaching them. As Loki and Sylvie took on their guards, (Y/N) ducked away from hers. They slashed at her, and she blocked one while kicking the other back. Sylvie slashed their arm, causing them to drop the baton. She kicked it to (Y/N), who picked it up and parried an attack. She pushed their weapon away and spun with her momentum, smashing them in the head.
“Heads up!” she called, throwing the baton up.
Loki caught it expertly and took out one of his own guards. As Sylvie faced Renslayer, (Y/N) joined Loki. When one guard tried to sneak up on Loki, (Y/N) blocked and stabbed him. Trying to take advantage of her distraction, another Minutemen rushed in. Loki killed him before he had a chance to hurt (Y/N). It was quiet for a moment as the three looked at each other, tired and bleeding from a few cuts, but immensely satisfied. Wordlessly, (Y/N) handed a weapon to Sylvie.
“You’re a child of the Time-Keepers, too. Sylvie,” said Time-Keeper 1. “We can talk.”
“Oh, yeah?” challenged Sylvie. Expertly, she threw her weapon at the Time-Keeper’s head. It sliced clean off and rolled to a stop at their feet.
The remaining Time-Keepers began laughing. (Y/N) looked in astonishment at the sparking wires coming from the decapitated head. They were robots, machines, fakes. One by one, the two others shut down.
“They’re fake,” said (Y/N). She balled her fists. “They’re fake!”
“Mindless androids…” breathed Sylvie.
“It never stops,” growled Loki angrily. “Then who created the TVA?”
“I thought this was it!” Sylvie kicked the head.
(Y/N) looked at the floor in exhaustion. “And now we’re going to be flooded by Minutemen and hunters. We’ll never win…We’re going to be killed.” Loki gently took her hand. She looked at him in confusion.
“Then we’re dying together,” he said softly. “I’ll be here.” When he realized what he was doing, he let go. Loki was still a Variant; he had no reason to follow what the Sacred Timeline wanted him to do.
(Y/N) frowned and bit her lip before meeting his gaze. “Loki, I—.” Her eyes widened, and she pushed him out of the way. Renslayer’s pruning stick hit her. With a cry, she dissolved into amber light. At least I saved him…
“No!” cried Loki as the image of her original, Timeline-death came to mind. In a rage, he tried to hurt Renslayer, but he was in turn hit. He closed his eyes as the light covered him. At least I’ll be with her…
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Where do I belong? (Loki fanfic)
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Summary: [Spoilers for Loki S2E5]
Canon divergence where Sylvie is right, they never needed the TVA and the multiverse being free is a good thing after all. The branches don’t die, no one is getting spaghettified, there is no multiversal war. However, no one from the TVA remembers it other than Loki. They have lives on the branched timelines, independent from each other.
Loki sends his friends back to their lives, but still feels lost. Without the TVA, where does he belong? Where else can he go?
With no better ideas, Loki decides to reunite with his brother and hope for the best. Thor had always believed in him, maybe they had a chance now to make things right.
Notes: I’ve drafted several different versions of Thor and Loki reuniting, but something always felt off— until S2E5 gave me an opening and I just had to take it before the finale. I am ignoring all of Love and Thunder; the reunion takes place near the end of Endgame, shortly before Thor says farewell to Valkyrie.
TWs: mild body horror, very vague references to past trauma
“What’s wrong with wanting something, Loki? What do you want?”
“I want to stop He Who Remains.”
“No, wrong. Try again. What is it you really want? Come on.”
“I want to save this. I want to save… everything. All of it.”
“Is it really that hard? Come on. Keep trying.”
“I want to save the TVA.”
“Why?”
“I want the TVA back.”
“And?”
“I want my friends back. I don’t want to be alone.”
“See? We’re both selfish. I know this is hard, but your friends are back where they belong.”
“But without them… where do I belong?”
“We’re all writing our own stories now. Go write yours.”
Loki returned to what had become their makeshift base to give the news to the others. He urged them to live their lives and assured them everything was under control— and if that changed he knew where to find them. B-15 was the first to leave, returning to her hospital without much hassle. Casey argued over exactly where and when he could go, ultimately ending up somewhere safely away from Alcatraz but not in a bank.
Loki tried not to dwell on goodbyes. These weren’t the people he knew, only variants of them. If he forced them to dance to his tune, he was no better than He Who Remains. It was better this way. It had to be.
Mobius hesitated before going through the Timedoor. “You’re sure you’ve got everything handled?”
Loki nodded. “Go be with your sons. You belong with them,” he said, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.
“Alright… well, if you change your mind about that jet ski, you let me know.”
His lips twitched into a smile. “Duly noted.” Loki offered his hand to shake. “Thank you. For… everything.”
Mobius shook his hand warmly. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“Farewell.” Loki let go and stepped back, watching Mobius walk through the door. His heart sank, knowing that would likely be the last he saw of his friend.
O.B. closed the final Timedoor and turned to him. “Well, you’re welcome to stay if you want,” he offered. “I’d love to pick your brain about all the marvels you’ve seen and experienced.”
Loki smiled wanly. “Only until I find somewhere else,” he replied. “I wouldn’t want to intrude more than I have already. Thank you for all your help, truly.”
“Thank you for the experience! Beyond my wildest dreams. Oh! You can read my book in the meantime!” O.B. beamed at him and held out the novel he’d been trying and failing to promote since they met.
“Perhaps.” Loki accepted the book, absently flipping through it. Then he frowned and looked back at Ouroboros. “If you are a writer, then I presume you can imagine what would happen if any of this—“ Loki gestured to the TemPad and various notes around the room “—ended up in the wrong hands.”
“Of course. We wouldn’t want that.”
“Then do I have your word that you will not sell any TVA technology, nor tell anyone outside of the group we just assembled, not even in your books?” Loki put just a bit of power into his voice, a warning to ensure Ouroboros understood the severity of the situation. He didn’t want to frighten O.B. away, but he couldn’t risk the multiversal war starting simply because of an over-excited author.
O.B.’s smile faded. He nodded seriously. “Yes, I understand completely.”
“Wonderful, glad we have that sorted.” Loki tossed the book into his pocket dimension, then sank into a chair and exhaled slowly. Now what?
He thought he had found his place at the TVA. A purpose. Perhaps not as glorious as being a prince of Asgard, but a purpose nonetheless, with people he cared about. But now there was nothing. The TVA was gone and his friends were scattered across time with no memory of their adventures. Everything was falling apart. An infinite number of He Who Remain’s variants could attack at any moment, if there was any truth to what was said at the Citadel.
And yet Sylvie thought that was all a good thing. The multiverse was unleashed. Everyone had free will now. Their stories could be rewritten however they wanted.
But if no one from the TVA remembered him and Sylvie only barely tolerated his presence, then where else could he go?
With a sudden pang, Loki thought of his brother. Their relationship was rocky at best, antagonistic at worst. And yet, even when they fought, Thor always looked for the best in him and stubbornly clung to the hope that all would be resolved. If the TVA’s footage could be believed, Thor and him had grown closer over the years, and Thor mourned his death at the hands of Thanos.
He could run, forget about the TVA, get his life back. Avoid the mistakes his Sacred Timeline self had made, or bypass them entirely by skipping ahead.
Loki looked down at his hands. O.B. had said that theoretically he should be able to learn how to control the timeslipping, as long as he had a clear motivation and target. If it was a “fiction” problem, that would be enough. Sylvie had poked holes in his original “why” of saving the TVA, urging him to look deeper to his selfish core.
Reuniting with his brother, creating a life for himself on the timeline, would that be enough?
Only one way to find out.
Loki closed his eyes and focused. It would need to be a time after Thanos’s death, when Thor was alone. Ideally a time where Thor didn’t hate him and so would be open to reconnecting. A time where he hopefully wouldn’t cause too much of a disturbance. He focused on his feelings towards his brother, of wanting to apologize and grow closer once more.
He focused on the feeling of timeslipping, the pain of being torn apart and put back together and finding himself somewhere else.
He drew upon his magic and pulled.
With a cut-off yelp, Loki emerged on a grassy hill. He flipped his hair back and gasped for breath. Norns, would it always be so damn painful? Hardly a reliable method of travel.
He looked around, trying to get his bearings. The hill overlooked the sea. There was a village in the distance. There was—
“Loki?” Thor was staring at him, his expression shifting between shock and concern and painful grief. He looked different, too. Larger in more ways than one, with longer hair and beard. How far ahead had Loki jumped? Clearly the years and losses had worn Thor down.
Loki took a few hesitant steps closer. This could be a terrible idea. He had no idea how Thor would react to his presence. Nor how long before he was dragged back through time. But he was here now. He took a breath and nodded. “I-I’m here,” he said past the lump in his throat. “It’s me.”
Thor looked him up and down, still wary. “I heard you scream. What happened?”
Loki grimaced. “The method I used to reach you was… unpleasant, but I’m fine. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“Good.” Thor didn’t seem at all convinced. “Now that’s settled…” He picked up a rock and hurled it at him.
Loki cursed and dodged. “What was that for?!”
“If you’re really here, prove it!” Thor threw another rock, grazing Loki’s arm.
“Ow!” Loki rubbed at the spot the rock hit and took a step back. “Alright, I know this is confusing, but just give me a moment to explain—“
Thor stalked towards him and gripped his shoulders, shaking him. “Five years! It’s been five years, Loki! Five years that I could have sworn you were gone for good,” he shouted, tears in his eyes. “How many times must I mourn you? Do you enjoy my suffering so? Is this all some game to you?”
Loki winced, but let him. Five years. That explained the “when” at least. “Thor, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t—“ He took a breath. “I had to ensure Thanos was truly defeated before I returned. He had to believe I was dead.” A selfish wish, perhaps, but there was not much he could do about it now. This was his time to be selfish, anyway.
Thor crushed him in a hug. “I thought I had lost everything. That I failed as a son, a brother, a king.” He let out a sound between a sob and a laugh. “But you came back.”
Loki exhaled sharply and hugged back, for once not even annoyed at how tightly he was being held. “I’m sorry. For everything. For all the pain I’ve caused you. For all our stupid fights.”
“You are my brother, no matter what madness you’ve spun. You’re here now, that’s what matters. All is forgiven.”
It was too easy. Laughably so. Part of him sneered that he hadn’t earned it, that he wasn’t the version of himself that Thor truly missed. Loki only clung tighter to his brother, savoring the moment while it lasted. “Thank you, brother,” he whispered.
For some time, they simply stood in silence, holding each other, waiting for the tears to subside. Eventually, Thor let go, patting him on the back with a warm smile. “Come, let me show you around. Our people will be happy for your return.”
“Will they?” Loki asked with a grimace.
“Of course. They wouldn’t be here without your help.”
It wasn’t me, Loki bit back the protest, not ready to shatter the illusion just yet. He’d take what praise he could get. Instead he smiled and said, “They’d best not forget it.”
Thor draped an arm over his shoulders and led him to the village, pointing out various buildings and businesses. Whenever they came across someone, he’d happily exclaim that his brother had returned and Loki would smile charmingly or offer some witty remark. Most would bow, some utter thanks or welcome. A handful even offered gifts, which Loki gladly accepted. He was especially happy to receive a custom fitting for proper Asgardian attire; the TVA suit was annoyingly scratchy and stiff.
Gradually, Loki began to relax, his smile feeling less fake. He was respected and honored. Their people had a home. It was nothing compared to the Asgard they had left behind, but those that survived had carved lives for themselves. There was hope.
But of course Lokis weren’t allowed to be happy. He felt the familiar tearing-twisting sensation of timeslipping start to build. The world started to blur— No! Loki clenched his jaw and painfully pulled himself back together. Fighting it hurt more than letting it happen. But he wanted to stay. He wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet.
“Loki? Loki! Loki, can you hear me?” Thor shouted in his face, hands hovering as if to grab him.
“Thor, the whole town can hear you,” Loki retorted, lightly pushing him back.
“Are you hurt? You were… What was that?” Thor looked him up and down, brow furrowed in concern and confusion.
“It looks worse than it is. I’m fine.” Loki plastered a smile on his face.
“Did someone curse you? How do we stop it?”
“You don’t do anything. I have it under control.”
“That didn’t look like it was under control. It looked painful.”
“I’m still here in one piece. Therefore everything is fine,” Loki insisted.
“What the Hel is going on here?” A dark-haired woman strode over to them. “I heard shouting all the way by the docks.”
“Val! Look who I found!” Thor exclaimed with a grin.
She gave him an odd look. “Lackey? Is that you?”
“It’s Loki,” he corrected with a snarl. “I am no one’s lackey.” Not anymore, never again.
“Like a damn cockroach. Good for you.” She punched his shoulder in a comradely way, then nodded to Thor. “We’ll talk later, since you’re clearly busy. Just try not to kill each other in public, alright?”
“Of course,” Thor said with a smile, as if all this was perfectly normal.
Loki rubbed his arm, glaring as she walked away. “Rude of her,” he grumbled under his breath.
“That’s Valkyrie for you.”
Valkyrie. A Valkyrie still lived? And apparently knew them? How had that happened? And yet something about Val looked familiar. A glimpse from the TVA’s records, perhaps. He almost regretted not looking further into his Sacred Timeline life when he had the chance.
There was little time to dwell on it, as Thor was already leading him away from the concerned crowd that had gathered. Eventually they arrived at a hut on a hill, which looked the same as nearly every other building.
“And here we are, home sweet home!” Thor announced, opening the door dramatically.
Loki followed with much less enthusiasm. This was far from the palace. Inside was much worse. Filled with trash, poor furnishings, a thick layer of dust on half the surfaces, an unidentifiable foul odor.
He wrinkled his nose. “Really, brother? Do you never clean? At least let a servant help out, Norns! It’s disgusting in here!”
“Oh, it’s been worse. Besides, I was busy saving the world and all, as heroes do. If it bothers you so much, you’re welcome to tidy up,” Thor teased in return.
“How generous of you, but I have no intention of cleaning up after you when you should be perfectly capable of doing so yourself.” Loki rolled his eyes and looked for a marginally-acceptable place to sit.
The couch was occupied by a man-shaped pile of rocks and a strange purple creature. The pile of rocks waved. “Hey, ghost! You’re still alive. Thought you were dead,” he said cheerfully. “Then again, I thought Miek here was dead after I accidentally stepped on him, but then he woke up perfectly fine! Isn’t that right, Miek?”
The purple creature chittered and waved with a blade-appendage. For a brief bizarre moment, Loki wondered if it was also one of his variants. But it wasn’t green and didn’t have horns, so it couldn’t be. Crisis averted.
“Yes, I am very much alive,” Loki said, forcing a smile. “It’s good to see you, too.” He hoped that was the right response, he hadn’t met either of them before.
He was saved from further awkwardness when Thor led him to a more private room. Finally, they were alone again.
After a moment, Thor cleared his throat. “I was going to offer the throne of New Asgard to Valkyrie, but now that you’re here… if you want it, it’s yours.”
Loki stared at him incredulously, searching for some trick, some test. “You would give me the throne, willingly? Just like that?”
“It’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? You’ve shown your heroic nature.” Thor patted his back heartily. “Sitting on a chair telling people what to do, strategizing, that was never my strong suit. And, to be perfectly honest, I haven’t done a very good job of it these past few years. Valkyrie’s been cleaning up my messes more than I’d care to admit.”
It had been what he’d wanted, once upon a time. Now it was in his grasp. All he had to do was say yes. Take his rightful throne and rule over his people.
But it wouldn’t be without its dangers. This wasn’t truly Asgard, they were on Midgard. Midgard, which he knew well was not fond of him. And there was still the whole timeslipping issue and potential multiversal war on the horizon. Deep down, he knew he no longer needed a throne to be happy.
Loki shook his head slowly. No, it was time for the truth to come to light. “Thor, I’m not… I’m not the Loki you know. I… I’m from the past. I’ve been on a different journey. I don’t even know if it’s safe for me to be here, it probably isn’t. I’ve put you in danger just so I could see you one last time, to show you that I live. I can’t stay and rule, even if I wanted to. It would put far too great a target on our backs.”
Thor smiled sadly. “Whenever, wherever you come from, you are my brother, and I am glad you are here. Once I may have not understood your story, but I have time-traveled myself, I know it to be possible.” He placed his hand on Loki’s shoulder. “If you will not stay here, then come with me. Whatever dangers you face, we will face together. My new friend Rabbit has a ship, and the Guardians of the Galaxy have graciously invited me to join them. Surely they wouldn’t mind one more.”
His stupid sentimental brother, once again accepting him without hesitation, despite their troubled past. Loki exhaled slowly. “Thank you,” he said, then tilted his head to the side. “Who are the Guardians?”
“Well, there’s Rabbit, who is very fond of large guns. Tree, who speaks Groot, still rather young for their kind. The half-god who claims to be captain. The muscular one who struggles with metaphor. The lady with the antennae who can do some sort of emotional magic thing. The blue cyborg who was once an evil assassin but now she’s on our side. A rather motley assortment of misfits, but they helped me in one of my lowest points.”
Loki stared at him. A blue cyborg assassin. That couldn’t be a coincidence. “The blue cyborg wouldn’t happen to be named Nebula, would she?”
“Yes, indeed. Do you know her?”
Knowing her was an understatement. She had been there. The terribly named Sanctuary. Memories bubbled to the surface that he quickly shoved back down.
“Yes, I… I‘ve met her before,” Loki settled on. “You are certain she can be trusted?”
Thor nodded. “I trust her, brother. She may be a bit violent and prickly around the edges, but no worse than you.”
If a Daughter of Thanos could be on the team, then surely he could be accepted as well— more so than on Midgard where he would likely still be blamed for the attack on New York if he lingered too long. It might not be the most pleasant reunion, but it was a plan.
Loki nodded thoughtfully and put his hand on top of Thor’s. “I will stay by your side as long as I am able. But if we separate, do not waste further tears on me. You should know by now that I am a very difficult god to kill. Even if I seem to die, somehow I’ll be back in the future.“
Thor beamed at him. “Then so it shall be! Tonight we shall feast to your return, tomorrow we embark on a new journey!”
Loki only hoped he could stay that long. If time would be kind enough to grant him this space to belong.
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Mobius x Reader (feat. Jealous!Mobius!)
First and foremost...you couldn’t believe Renslayer allowed it. You were aware of how fond Renslayer was of Mobius, so it shouldn’t be too surprising. It may make you feel certain emotions you have to fight down because it wasn’t fitting of a TVA agent and far more of what you see in Variants.
Second, you didn’t think it would go well. On one hand, you could see the logic after Mobius explained it a few times. But you still thought it too risky. Any given Loki was dangerous when facing in the field. Bringing the God of Mischief in a place whose sole purpose was to maintain order? That was asking for trouble.
You spent plenty of hours trying to fathom all the reasons Renslayer gave to Mobius about why she wanted and should refuse his request. But more so trying to figure out the argument Mobius used to win.
Seeing them in action...you kind of got it.
Or at least became even more curious about this Variant. The amount of faith Mobius had in him made you worry. If anything went too wrong, what would happen to Mobius should the Time Keepers be too upset or become unamused by Loki’s mischief?
Which is why and how you latched on to their cases. To help keep Mobius anchored before he sunk with that Loki’s troubles.
Except...the Loki Variant was almost pleasant. Yes, he was everything his file said he was, but there was more to him as well. The less relevant facts that don’t make it onto the reports. The way his mind works is fascinating and you begin to see how and why Mobius managed it!
Both you and Loki understand that Mobius is in charge. Loki also understands that you have more rank than him. So rather and always go to Mobius with an idea or theory, he begins to come to you first. Maybe he’s hoping you’re a little easier to manipulate, which you don’t put past him. But you’re very adamant that if it requires going anywhere or trying anything, you’ll be reporting to at least Mobius or Hunter B-15. He complies.
Loki asks you questions. You answer in turn for stories about Asgard. Sure, you know of it, you’ve even visited a few times. But it was for a case and like many other places, it just blends in with the rest of the time line. You never really admired it’s beauty until you get lost in the stories Loki would tell about his childhood there. The moments that didn’t make it into the reel. Moments that mattered or impacted him in ways that the Time Keepers didn’t really care about.
You begin to stick up for Loki more. It’s no longer just Mobius nearly pleading for everyone else to humor him. You do see the scared little boy Mobius did and you feel protective now. It still surprises you how much faith you have in Loki now, and you would love to bond about it with Mobius...if he wasn’t suddenly acting weird.
It starts off small. With little comments you brush off at first. But it quickly escalates to him ditching you and not telling you about attempts to get the Variants killing the Minute Men.
You could wait and see if it’ll fix itself...or you could confront Mobius.
There really wasn’t much of a choice.
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“What’s got your TimePad in a fritz?” You asked, crossing your arms and taking your stance.
“I don’t know what yo-” Mobius begins, trying to deny anything being the matter. You’re not sure if it was the look in your eye or whatever’s been eating him up winning after all. Rather than deny anything, he himself takes a stand and crosses his arms too. “You’ve never told me about (Insert you Jet Ski Equivalent Here ) before.”
“Well...you never asked.” You reply with a small shrug. There’s a pause as you get lost for a moment, as if you had a thought on the tip of your tongue, but it flees just before you can recognize it. That feeling has been more present lately. Absentmindedly you add, “And I’ve never really given it much thought...”
“Until Loki?”
You nod, “He asks questions.”
“I ask questions.” He commented.
“You do. It’s how you got to your ranking, I’m sure. But it’s always been about the job...which is...what there is. What’s the point of me bringing up my interests in a moment on the timeline I can’t be a part of other than admiring it from far away?” You inquire.
“The point is...you told Loki before telling me!”
“Don’t you like Loki?” You asked with a raised, confused eyebrow.
“Do you like him?” He counters.
“I asked first.”
“I ask..” He pauses to think of something to answer with, “with authority!”
You scoff and roll your eyes, not completely believing you’re even having this conversation. You’re about to rebuttal, until it hits you. You pause and eye Mobius up and down before asking, “Are you jealous?”
His scoff came out with a fake laugh as he tried to play it off. You weren’t buying it anymore though, as all the moments of him behaving weirdly in the past couple of days now began to make more sense.
“I...am just...worried!”
“Worried?” You echo.
“Yes! That Loki...has...manipulated you. Got into your head. That’s all.” He tries so hard to be nonchalant about it.
“He hasn’t,” You assure him. You see his shoulders relax, and if he had been a bit more mature about this, maybe you wouldn’t have said your next line. But you did anyway, “I just let him into my bed.”
As Mobius sputtered and struggled to get a response, you try to decide what happens next.
You decide to put him out of his misery, and perhaps stop Loki from getting pruned, by saying, “I’m kidding! I doubt he could keep his mouth shut about it and I’d never live down B-15 or Renslayer’s look of ‘you could do so much better’.”
That seemed to quell him, if only slightly. He tries to readjust his tie but you’re sure Loki had already done so earlier in the morning. He asks, “How about you and I get together off of duty? Talk about Jet skis and (Insert Your Jet Ski Equivalent)?”
“So you could manipulate yourself into my bed?” You ask with a playful smirk.
He doesn’t deny it, instead he matches your smirk and says, “I’d rather call it wooing.”
“Wooing?” You repeat, but smiling at him nonetheless.
“Yeah...unless you wanna invite Loki.” He chimes in childishly.
“Let me see if your wooing’s any good before we get adventurous. You can ask him for tips if our first date is a complete disaster.”
“Date? Like a date-date?”
“Make me regret it and I’ll shamelessly flirt with him the next mission.” You ‘threaten’.
“His ego doesn’t need the boost and mine doesn’t need the hit.”
“There you two are! Enough love bird chitchat, I’ve got a new idea!” Loki declared as he found them.
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I apologize if this has been addressed before but, I always wondered if Mobius has any memories from his life trajectory, like does he remember how and when he started working for the TVA, is he there from the beggining of his life, or did he have a normal childhood some place else. How old is Mobius anyway, since time works differently in the TVA. Has he lived on Earth as we know it, or he has only read about it in magazines. I would love to hear your take on it
Don’t apologize! I’m always more than happy to talk about Mobius!
Okay so if we’re talking about what happened in canon — as in, what actually happened in the show — Mobius, as well as everybody else who worked for The TVA, was lied into believing he was ‘created’ by the Time-Keepers. As seen in episode 2, when he and Loki talked in the cafeteria and Mobius told Loki that the Time-Keepers created him, therefore he and the rest of The TVA employees have been here, at The TVA, since they were ‘created’
But that turned out to be a lie after Loki found out (in episode 3) that everyone at The TVA was all Variant. (Sylvie said in episode 3, “They’re all Variants, just like us,” and Loki told her that they didn’t know.) Mobius didn’t know he was a Variant, that he wasn’t created by the Time-Keepers and that he had a life, before The TVA kidnapped him from his main timeline and brainwashed him, like they did the rest of their stuff. (Even Ravonna; we saw Ravonna’s pre-TVA life in episode 6, she was a school principal.)
Loki told Mobius the truth of his own life in episode 4, that The TVA lied and erased his memories. Which caused Mobius to doubt The TVA. So he snatched Ravonna’s TemPad, to see C-20’s final moment before her death, and she kind of confirmed what Loki said. Thus Mobius found out what Loki told him was true.
This is the exact moment Mobius learned his life, what he believed, was a lie.
So to answer your question, if Mobius “remembers how and when he started working for The TVA” — he thought he’d been working for them ever since the Time-Keepers ‘created’ him, which was a lie.
“Is he there from the beginning of his life, or did he have a normal childhood some place else?” — he definitely had a childhood, a life of his own in his main timeline before The TVA stole that away from him and erased all his memories.
These are canon, what we know so far.
Other than that; about Mobius’s past, who he was before The TVA came along, and how old he is, these are yet to be canonically revealed.
Though if I had to guess Mobius’s age, I’d say… 50 something? That’d make sense, and I mean Owen is 53 so that’d probably be Mobius’s age, too.
As to who he was before The TVA, when he came from, there’re several theories regarding the topic. The most popular ones are that he came from either the 70’s or 90’s (though I personally believe he came from the 90’s, not 70’s, judged by the fact we always see a can of Josta, the energy drink that was sold around the 90’s, around him.)
And I mean judged by his love for jet skis, it’s probably safe to assume he loved riding a jet ski in his pre-TVA life, too
Also, my theory is that, before The TVA, Mobius could be
A.) a psychologist, thus why he’s always so understanding.
B.) a detective, a cop or an agent of sorts, which would explain why he became a Time Agent
Or C.) a journalist who maybe was doing a scoop about his theory that DB Cooper was Loki, the Norse God, as seen in episode 1. Or maybe he wasn’t a journalist but just a man who was fascinated by Norse mythology, Loki in particular. It’d make sense, too, why he understood Loki the way no one else could, because even in his previous life that he had no memories of, Loki was still his life, in some way.
Maybe we’ll learn more about Mobius’s origins in season 2. Who knows 👀
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Deja Vu - Mobius x gn!Reader
Hey look I wrote a thing! Granted, I wrote this thing in between busy moments at work, so there’s little to no plotline. Just a tired Mobius and a supportive reader.
Summary: Pre-the fall of TVA. I’m really unoriginal so this is yet another “Mobius and the reader were a thing before they were brought into the TVA” because I can’t get over that idea. Mobius is tired and has been having weird dreams.
Warnings: I can’t think of any warnings except that I think I used the words “grin” and “smile” WAY too much. Also, this is unedited.
Word Count: 1.5k
Anyway, I’m clearly very brain-dead and I’ve always been bad at summaries/talking about things I’ve written so just here. Have this.
"Where did you go?"
You glance up from the file you're poring over, concentration broken by the sound of Mobius' voice. He's resting his chin in one hand and muttering to himself, eyebrows furrowed.
"Who?"
He looks up sharply, startled.
"What?"
You can't help laughing. He's so discombobulated by being yanked out of his intense focus. Maybe pulling him back into reality was for the best, though. His tie is askew, his jacket was shed long ago, and there are dark circles under his eyes.
You could push, try to find out what he's so concerned about in this particular case, but you think it might be for the best to distract him for a bit.
"Want a coffee?"
He drops his pen and leans back in his chair, rubbing his face.
"Coffee might be a good idea," he agrees, and you scrape your chair back and stand up. He pouts at you, and you raise an eyebrow. "I don't wanna get up," he sighs, resting his head against the back of his chair and closing his eyes. "I'm tired."
"I know," you say, trying not to dwell on the soft feelings that flutter to life in your chest at the fact that he trusts you enough to be so vulnerable. "I'll be right back."
"Oh, gosh," he says, bracing his hands on the table and getting ready to pull himself up. "I'm not an invalid. I can get my own coffee."
"I know," you say again. "I'll get it anyway, though."
He looks like he wants to argue, but he doesn't, which proves how tired he is. You offer him a smile and leave to fetch the coffee, electing to ignore the pleasant tingling incited by his answering grin.
Balancing two coffee cups and a plate of cinnamon rolls isn’t easy, but you’re talented.
"Extra strong, because I know you like it that way. Also, I brought -- ”
You look up from the two paper cups you’re holding and lose the ability of speech.
Mobius’s face is buried in his arms, and he’s snoozing on the desk. You set the coffees and the plate down and fight the soft, feathery thing that is fluttering around inside your chest.
You could wake him up, but the poor man is clearly exhausted, and also he’s very adorable like this and you aren’t about to willingly relinquish listening to his soft snores. You sip your coffee and re-immerse yourself in your paperwork, but you end up knocking your empty mug over while you’re reaching for a cinnamon roll and Mobius wakes up with a snort.
“Sorry,” you say, wincing, righting the mug. “Just a clutz over here.”
He smiles sleepily, running a hand over his face and shifting in his seat. his hair is flat on one side and sticking up on the other, and he looks like he’s feeling a little nap-disoriented.
“That’s okay,” he says, voice raspy, and clears his throat. “You brought treats?”
“Yeah,” you say, reeling from his “just woke up” voice. “There was a tray of them beside the carafe, so I thought I’d snag some before they were gone.”
“Good thinking,” he says, reaching for one. He bites into it and makes a pleased noise that has no right doing what it does to your insides. It’s your turn to shift around in your seat. “These are amazing.”
“They’re very good,” you agree. “We should track down whoever made them and get the recipe.”
“Agreed,” Mobius says. He reaches for his coffee and swallows several mouthfuls before rubbing his face again.
“You okay?” you ask. He’s still a little bit off. It’s a different kind of “off,” but he’s not feeling right and that’s bothering you.
“Yeah -- yeah,” he says. “It’s just...”
“What?” you ask, a little too eagerly. You just want to know what’s going on so that you can try to fix it. You’re Mobius’s partner, and you always help him solve his problems. You want to do that now.
“This dream,” he says, frowning. “I keep having it. It’s so... It’s just weird.”
“Oh,” you say, taken aback. He’s been knocked off-kilter by a dream? “What’s it about?”
“You,” he says, and then, blushing a little, “and me. On Earth. Doing... stuff.”
You choke on your bite of cinnamon roll. That brings a lot of thoughts to your mind that you aren’t entirely comfortable with having. Mobius is your partner, your fellow analyst, your not boyfriend or husband or anything. You’re not even supposed to want that. Boy, this is bad, but thankfully Mobius interrupts your internal panic.
“Not... not that kind of stuff,” he says, and his face is bright red. “Just... I don’t know. Cleaning the kitchen. Hanging out in cities. Riding Jet Skis.” He gives you a lopsided grin.
Your heart is beating really quickly. You were not ready for him to say anything along those lines. You could never be ready for him to say anything along those lines. This is...
“Weird,” you manage, trying not to focus on the many and very intense physical and emotional feelings that are happening right now. “What a weird dream.”
“Exactly,” Mobius says, and he has a wild look in his eyes. “None of it happened, obviously -- ”
“Obviously,” you say quickly, grabbing onto this little piece of fact in the middle of all your stormy emotions.
“ -- but it feels like it could. Or it did. Or -- ”
“Woah,” you say, growing more and more uncomfortable by the second. “None of that happened. None of it will happen. This is our life, Mobius,” you gesture at the table, strewn with paperwork and an empty plate and a couple of mugs, “and it’s all we’ve ever had and all we ever will.”
“Maybe not,” he says. “We could go to a city.”
“No, we couldn’t!” you say, panicking. You’ve never heard anyone talk like this. You work at the TVA and that’s... that’s it. That’s what you have. Mobius’s words are scaring you, not least because you can see yourself. You can see it in your head, and it feels familiar, like a movie that you’ve seen a hundred times.
“We could,” Mobius insists. “I’ll throw on some swim trunks, you grab a sunhat -- ”
"It's not like I have sunhats lying around," you interrupt him. “And do you even own a pair of swim trunks?”
“That’s not the point,” he says, sounding almost frustrated. He stands up from his seat and comes around to your side of the table. You can’t breathe, from either his proximity or the things he’s saying, you’re not sure which. “We could go,” he says. “We could just leave. Walk away from all of this and start a life of our own.”
“Mobius,” you say, shocked. You don’t know how to respond.
“What do you think?” he asks. He has a longing look in his eyes that he’s clearly trying to repress for your sake. You swallow hard.
“I think you need to go to bed,” you say, more sharply than you meant to. “I think I need to, too.”
Mobius’s face falls, and you feel the sharp sting of guilt for dashing his hopes like that. But what else can you do? Leave the TVA? That’s not happening.
“Yeah,” Mobius says with a sigh, “you’re probably right.”
You swallow again. You haven’t felt this rattled in a very long time -- probably since you and Mobius had to deal with that particularly unhinged Ultron variant -- and you just want to go to sleep and wake up with all of these strange feelings that are definitely disloyal to the TVA.
“I’m pretty sure I am,” you say.
“We just drank coffee, though,” Mobius points out, looking cautiously optimistic. “We should probably stay here and work until that wears off, right?”
You’re actually feeling very tired, and you’re willing to risk an hour of tossing and turning if it means that you can stretch out between crisp sheets and try to shake off the weirdness that has settled itself over you. But Mobius is wincing a little bit, bracing himself for rejection, and you’ve already shut him down once today.
“Okay,” you concede. “Fine. But as soon as you start snoring again, I’m gone.”
“Fair enough,” Mobius says, beaming at you.
You roll your eyes at him, trying very hard not to think about the many fluttery feelings you’re experiencing, and settle back in. He returns to his side of the table, and you shuffle your papers around until they look a bit more orderly.
“Hey,” Mobius says, and you look up at him. His eyes are tender, and your breath catches in your throat. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” you return, and he smiles again, kicking your foot lightly under the table.
You force your mind back onto your case, which is hard. It wants to stay where it is: thinking about a kitchen in a city where Mobius rests his hand on the small of your back when he’s reaching for something in the cupboard. You shake your head to clear it of the image, which is vivid enough that you can almost feel Mobius’s hand warm against your skin.
But that’s not your life, and it never will be, and it never was.
Right?
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My last words will always be words of love for you
Summary:
Some nights Loki still dreams of the moment when Mobius was pruned before his eyes. But Mobius is there to comfort him.
Notes:
Just in the mood for a little comfort...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37266712
623 words - Rating G
"You know where I’d go if I could go anywhere?"
What? Mobius, why do you say that?
"Wherever it is I’m really from. Yeah, wherever I had a life before the TVA came along."
Why are you talking like you're about to leave?
"Maybe I had a jet ski. "That’s what I’d like to do. Just riding around on my jet ski."
Mobius, look at me, why? I don't understand! What are you talking about?
Ravonna's icy voice echoed, "Prune him."
Loki wants to scream but no sound comes out of his mouth and in his head there is only "Mobius, Mobius, Mobius, "
Loki opened his eyes, startled awake, he was gasping for breath in the darkness of their room. He turned over slowly so as not to wake Mobius. He needed desperately to see him, to touch him, to be sure that he was there, safe and sound.
He looked for a few seconds at the sleeping and peaceful face of his lover. His breathing finally calmed down. He finished to reassure himself by touching him slightly so as not to wake him up.
Moving Mobius' arm carefully, he sat against the headboard and tried to force his heart back into a normal rhythm. Nightmares about Mobius' disappearance had become rare, but when they had just come off a mission that had been risky for either of them, these were the kind of nightmares that kept recurring.
He heard Mobius wake up next to him. "Loki?"
"Just a nightmare." whispered Loki, placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him before continuing, "Go back to sleep."
"Like I'm going to gently go back to sleep when I can sense perfectly well that you're not okay."
Mobius straightened up and said softly, "Come sweetheart," before putting his arms around him and pulling him against his chest.
Loki felt his eyes sting and his throat tighten. Mobius said nothing and they stayed like that for a long time, Loki with his head on his chest just listening to the quiet, strong rhythm of Mobius' heart. Mobius occasionally placed a kiss on his head and whispered, "I am here. I'm not leaving you."
Because Mobius knew exactly what Loki had dreamed about. Because they knew each other's fears, what haunted each other.
After a while, Loki whispered with a broken voice, "You know what was terrible for me at that moment? That I couldn't hold you back, you were talking about jet skiing and suddenly it was all over."
Mobius, tightening his arms around himself, replied softly, "I know, Loki, I know.You know what I said to myself as I was disappearing? The only thought I had?"
Loki shook his head against Mobius' chest. "Loki will never know how much I love him."
Loki's eyes filled with tears that he couldn't stop from flowing.
He could only whisper in a broken voice, "Mobius..."
Mobius' arms tightened around him. "That's why I tell you every night before we go to sleep, and I'll do it until we're both very old. So that it will always be the last thing you hear from me at the end of the day, I love you."
Loki turned around in Mobius' arms and kissed him with all the strength of the emotion that was in him at that moment.
He only pulled away to catch his breath and whispered against Mobius' lips, "I love you. I also want these to be the last words you hear from me every night."
Mobius pressed a light kiss to his lips, before holding him close again.
A few moments later, when Loki fell asleep, "I love you," were indeed the last words he heard, and they echoed in his dreams all night.
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Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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Mobius' backstory delay = a really good sign for Lokius
The writers didn't just pull showing us Mobius' family from S1-- they likely shifted all the storytelling they wanted to do with that family onto the Other!Mobius we just met at the end of the S1 finale...
...and all of that is very, very good for Lokius.
How, you ask?
Consider that the one big difference from the Other!TVA to the one where we spent the rest of S1 is that they all know that a variant of He Who Remains runs the show. That heavily implies that none of the Other!TVA agents, including Mobius, are kidnapped variants. They all *just work there*. It's a regular, bureaucratic 9-5 job. No need to kidnap & brainwash people in this timeline: people are just recruited & work of their own free will. They have choices and their own lives. They go home at night when their shifts are over. Some of them likely have families. If you think the show just kicked Loki in the teeth over him realizing that he's in another timeline and this Mobius isn't his Mobius, wait until he meets this Mobius' *goddamned perfect, totally sweet, equally cinnamon-roll-y f*cking romantic partner*...
Other!Mobius: Oh, Agent Loki! I don't think you've met my other half yet. Honey, meet my new partner on the time force.
Ben Stiller (lol): So, you're the guy my husband can't stop talking about!
Loki: *dying a slow death inside* Ah, I do believe I hear B-15... Barbara... whatever her name is... summoning me for ah, some very important reason!... lovely to meet you!...
Y'all, Our Loki is going to have spent time during S2 in an alternate timeline where Mobius has a sweet guy and maybe a jet ski and probably a dog and maybe possibly a kid and definitely all the free will he can imagine and will be a lovely guy as all Mobi fundamentally are but won't be *Loki's* Mobius and won't have the experiences specifically that Loki's Mobius has that specifically make him the man who he is, who is also the man that Loki loves. All the boldly gluttonous amount of angst that the show wants to play with by giving Mobius a family around Loki just as Loki is realizing he wants to be Mobius' family is now something I'd be willing to bet they're doing with Other!Mobius in S2... for the express purpose of pushing Loki into action when he reunites with his Mobius.
The show spent time in S1 setting up the idea of Mobius regaining his memories and even had space to explore that in. I predict it was a consideration for Episode 5, when they all spent some time chilling in The Void and there was a strong theme in that episode in particular surrounding family and found family. Could they have had Mobius get his memories back and given him a family and would there still have been hope for Lokius? Of course. Mobius was almost certainly a younger adult in the 1990s, which means giving him a family without an express ability to get back to that family without, y'know, destroying the fabric of time (at least at this point in time) would have resulted in a really good, angsty plot. Or, hell, he could have *had* a family and might have even if we see his memories at some point. Maybe that husband from the other universe that Loki theorizes could be the love of Mobius' life in every universe? Maybe Loki's theory isn't wrong. He could enchant Mobius and we find out that the partner died or something. Ben Stiller could well be an universal constant, y'all, and even that might not even destroy Lokius. That's just truth.*
The point of doing anything with Mobius' various backstories on the show is going to be to advance Loki and Mobius' relationship in the present and that's going to be true even if these stupid time agent idiots don't just kiss at some point. It's true of their friendship as well as any potential romance. I think that learning what Other!Mobius' life is like in the other universe is going to lead Loki to continue to act very selflessly when it comes to his Mobius' happiness when they reunite (continuing off of having told him he was a variant in the first place in S1) and to make sure that he knows about IGiveUpOnCallingTheHusbandAnythingButBenStiller in the other universe. Loki will offer to enchant Mobius' memories back to try to reunite him with this potential long love. This'll kill them both dead inside, of course, as Loki was last seen doing the Rom Com Run of Love Awareness and Impending Confession at the end of S1 and Mobius had a scene so overtly jealous of Sylvie that they named the damn score to it "Lokius" so these two, by the time they reunite, are well aware that they are in love with one another but haven't *told* one another that yet.
Hell, this could even be how they do. What if Mobius' response is just to tell Loki that he doesn't need his memories back because who he was then isn't who he is now and he knows that he doesn't love Ben Stiller because he loves Loki and he knows without a doubt that he's never felt like this before?
Yeah, oh yeah, Lokius Nation, we're going there...
What else is the point of admitting that Tom & Owen, I mean, the writers!, decided to scrap the idea that Mobius has a guy waiting for him in a Texas Blockbuster in 1997 if not for making sure that, while there can be angst a-plenty, there ultimately isn't somebody else that our Mobius decides he has to honor his commitment to and shatter Loki into pieces over? The writers want to play with all the pain of these two, for sure, but this is Marvel, not The English Patient. (I'm making all the '90s references here, I know.) There's plenty of tragedy already here in this show that has an unusual obsession with hinting that they're steering this boat towards a version of Peggy & Steve's Endgame ending in the short term.
Kate Herron said they cut Mobius' family because they aren't sure what exactly his backstory is yet which is a way of saying that the one thing they *are* sure of is that they don't want him to have had a normal family life in the past-- otherwise, they would have just done that already. Why would you yank out all that angst when it's clear you still need to play with it because of the nature of Loki and Mobius' relationship? Why toss it to another Mobius to have the family and provide that scenario for Loki's development and his and Mobius' relationship development when there was an option to give it to our Mobius? Easy answer there:
they need a clear romantic path for our Mobius to Loki.
One could still have existed-- and still will exist-- if they give our Mobius a family in S2 but it's really suspect to me that they had plenty of opportunity to do that already and decided they didn't want to give him one and just said basically "we'll figure out exact details of his life as we go next season but it ultimately doesn't matter what the specifics of those are when it comes to our overall S2 story plotting because we know what we want the *jist* of it to be and that's that Mobius isn't missing a heck of a lot in his past life-- that the loneliness and need for adventure that he has that we know in the present is possibly also some spillover from who he was before-- and that whatever he's going to find in his memories are not going to ultimately impede furthering his relationship with Loki."
He can have a jetski empire or have been a private eye or was an accountant whose nexus event was trying to kill himself, who the hell knows-- it'll all be *interesting* when we see it but the second the writers decided that Mobius wasn't a man with a wife and 2.5 kids in '90s Texas... that's the moment that the path to Lokius just became quite a bit easier and I say that as someone who is fully aware that the two characters I am discussing are presently trapped in different timelines.
So yeah, just some writer's two cents but we'll see.
*Ben Stiller as Other!Mobius' husband in a jealous-off with our petty God of Mischief... no wait. WAIT. Ben Stiller as Other!Mobius' *Loki variant* husband... not sure how that works since this universe doesn't seem to have Lokis that we know of yet but let's deem it so and will it into existence...
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Making Time
Mobius M Mobius x Reader
Part 2
My Masterlist
“1985, huh?” You say, looking up from the briefing Mobius has just handed you.
“Yeah, maybe we’ll spot a delorian?” He jokes, making a Back to the Future reference. You smile at him, remembering when you’d first mentioned the movie. You hadn’t been at the TVA long, to your knowledge.
You’re sat in one of the cafes, explaining something about the timeline to Casey, and you make an offhand reference to the movie. To which, Casey looks even more confused. You glance at Mobius, who’s been sat next to you, watching your teaching with a smile. You offer them both a small smile, at yet another reminder that you’re from somewhere very different from the rest of them.
“Neither of you have seen it have you?” Mobius shakes his head.
“Not a lot of chances for watching movies when dealing with the timeline. Should we get the chance, I’d love to.” It’s a few days later when you give him the chance.
“Honey, I’m home.” You hear Mobius call out, which brings a smile to your face. Whilst you had your own apartment, you much preferred staying with Mobius, like you did when you first arrived at the TVA. You hear him set down a pile of papers in the kitchen, before making his way into the lounge where you’re sat waiting for him. “Hey.”
“Hi.”
“What’s all this?”
“Back to the Future. I went through my file, and managed to find a version that I watched that was uninterrupted. Then I isolated it, and copied it onto one of those cassette reel things, so that it’ll play on your mini projector.” You pause, before adding, “I probably put too much effort into this but, I thought we could have what my time considers a movie night?”
“A movie night?” Your face falls slightly, feeling embarrassed by your suggestion.
“We don’t have to-“ you start. He shrugs off his jacket and settles down next to you.
“Did I not tell you I wanted to watch it, should I get the chance?”
“Well, yeah.” He gestures to the projector.
“Let’s get this show on a roll.” You grin at him, before quickly pressing play on the projector. Mobius leans an arm on the couch and pulls you to his side. “You finally have clearance to access to your file, and you use it to watch Back to the Future?”
“What else was I supposed to do with it?” You joke.
You and Mobius head to the cubicle where you left Loki this morning. You spot him wapping against the desk with a magazine.
“Training going well?” You ask him. He leans back in his chair, attempting to look casual.
“Yeah.”
“Is that my jet ski magazine?” Mobius asks him. “Put it down. Gear up. There's been an attack. Let's go.” He hands Loki the jacket he’s been carrying. You set the briefing down on the desk, and follow Mobius. Loki trails behind you. “Put it on.” Loki shrugs the jacket on, adjusting the collar before posing.
“Nice.” You tell him with a smile.
“Good. Yeah, smart.” Mobius says distractedly. You soon reach the Timedoors, where a small group of hunters have gathered to wait. B-15 opens up the briefing.
“C-20 and her team went dark shortly after they jumped into the 1985 branch. All signs point to another ambush. We've grabbed enough temporal aura to know it's our Loki Variant. But which kind of Loki, remains unknown.”
“They're the lesser kind, to be clear.” Loki specifies. B-15 sighs,
“Let me see the back of that jacket.” Loki does a small turn, showing the group the back of his jacket, where the bright orange letters reading VARIANT stand out. Everyone is the group shares a small smile. You’re glad you don’t have to wear one of those anymore.
“Very subtle. Well done.”
“I don't want anybody out there to forget what you are.”
“Oh, your only hope of capturing a murderer?”
“No. A cosmic mistake.”
“That's enough.” Mobius interrupts.
“Lovely.” You hear Loki murmur.
“Here's the deal.” Mobius begins. “When we get out on the branch, we're not just looking for a Time Criminal. We're looking for a Loki. A variation of this guy. A type we should all be very familiar with, because the TVA has pruned a lotta these guys, almost more than any other Variant.” He skims through a few of the Loki Variants that the TVA have caught before. “And no two are alike. Slight differences in appearances, or not so slight. Different powers, although, powers generally include: shapeshifting, illusion projection, and my favourite-”
“Duplication casting.” Loki interrupts
“Illusion projection.”
“No, they're two completely different powers.”
“How?” You ask him.
“Illusion-projection involves depicting a detailed image from outside oneself, which is perceptible in the external world, whereas duplication-casting entails recreating an exact facsimile of one's own body in its present circumstance, which acts as a true holographic mirror of its molecular structure. But you already knew that.” He explains. You catch a glimpse of Mobius’s smirk before he says,
“Okay, take a breath. Noted. We're gonna break into two teams, including myself and Professor Loki.”
“Why?” A hunter stood beside you asks.
“Because whoever this Variant is, we haven't been able to find him. So let's bring in an expert.” Loki looks around at the group before adding a quiet,
“That's me.”
As the hunters prepare themselves, you hear Loki ask, “Do I get a weapon?” You laugh lightly,
“No chance.”
“Well, I'll have my magic back. Is no one concerned about that?”
“Of what?” Mobius asks.
“Me betraying you.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You know that we’ll just catch you again.” You tell him.
“And how's betraying us gonna get you any closer to the Time-Keepers?” Mobius adds. Loki leans forward, his attention fixed on Mobius.
“An audience with the Time-Keepers is on the table?”
“Keep that focus.” Mobius tells him. The three of you follow the hunters through the Timedoor, and out into 1985 Wisconsin. Your group makes their way through the crowd of the Renaissance fair before entering a large tent. It’s dark inside, with only a few lanterns to light your path. You watch as B-15 bends down to grasp examine a helmet left abandoned on the floor.
“So he's taking hostages now?” She says, turning to Mobius.
“The Variant's never taken a hostage before.”
“Maybe he's upping his game.”
“Or he pruned her.” One of the hunters remarks, you frown at his callousness towards his colleague.
“A Loki couldn't have gotten the jump on C-20.”
“I think you underestimate, actually...” Loki begins.
“Fan out and search for her. And hurry up, we're at three units until red line.” B-15 orders. Mobius sets a hand on your arm, and the two of you head to the exit.
“Come on.” He says to Loki.
“Wait. If you leave this tent, you'll end up like them.” Mobius stops beside Loki.
“What do you see?”
“I see a scheme, and in that scheme, I see myself.” Loki begins to ramble about an old Asgardian saying.
“Two units. He is wasting our time.” B-15 interrupts.
“Okay. Come on, Loki, make a long story short.” Mobius encourages.
“We need to look for C-20.”
“That's exactly what the Variant wants you to do. It's a trap. He's waiting for you outside this tent.”
“Should I secure the reset charges?”
“No. He wants me. I'm the key to his plan. He knows that I'm stronger. And he rightly believes that together we can overthrow and rule the TVA. But that's not what I want. I have a new purpose. I'm a servant of the Sacred Timeline. And knowing what I now know about his tactics, I can deliver you the Variant, but I need assurances.” He says, looking to Mobius. You glance up at Mobius, frowning slightly. Surely he isn’t believing what Loki’s saying? His eyes catch yours and there’s a small twinkle in them. You hide your smile. Loki circles around Mobius.
“Yeah?” Mobius offers.
“Assurances that I won't be completely disintegrated the moment the job has been done.”
“Right.” Loki leans forward, before whispering,
“We'll need to speak to the Time-Keepers at once. They're in graver danger than we realized.”
“He's lying. Just playing games. There's no one out there.” Mobius calls out to the group.
“Reset the timeline.” B-15 orders.
“You had me for a second. My ears are sharp too.” He points at Loki’s chest. You follow Mobius out of the tent.
“Well that went well.” You remark, hearing Mobius sigh. He runs his hand over his face.
You’re tucking into your lunch when you spot Mobius. He picks out a drink and a salad before making his way over to you. You give him a small smile,
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“How did it go with Renslayer?” He sighs, leaning his head back, before getting comfortable in his seat.
“Well, our Loki hasn’t been deleted yet.”
“That’s good then?” You offer. He sighs,
“Yeah. Though he’s getting more and more talkative.”
“You did say he loves to talk. Where is he now?”
“I’ve left him with the archives, hopefully he’ll be reading for the next few days. Or at least long enough for me to finish lunch.” He begins to eat his salad. Just then, Loki scampers in looking like a manic puppy.
“I found something.” Mobius shakes his head, keeping his attention on his lunch,
“No, I said don’t bother me until you've read all the files.”
“I have.”
“Every file?”
“Yes.”
“Pertaining to the Variant?”
“The answer isn't in the files, it's on the timeline. He's hiding in apocalypses.”
“Which apocalypse?” You ask.
“Any time in history? There's, like, a million of 'em.” Mobius adds.
“Ragnarok. Are you familiar?”
“Yes. The destruction of Asgard and most of its people. I'm sorry.” Loki pauses looking down.
“Yes, very sad.” He immediately perks up again. “Anyway, it got me thinking. Nexus events happen when someone does something they're not supposed to do, right?”
“Well, it's a little more complicated, but, yeah.”
“Great. And then that thing they're not supposed to do, cascades into a whole range of other things that aren't supposed to happen.”
“And so on and so forth, until eventually, a new timeline branches. Yes?”
“Chaotic alterations of a predetermined outcome.”
“Exactly. So, let's just say...” He picks up the salad bowl from in front of Mobius.
“Mm-hm. What are you doing?”
“...your salad is Asgard in this scenario.” Loki continues.
“It's not Asgard, that's my lunch.” Mobius complains, the pouting clear in his voice. You lean forward, a hand on your chin to hide the smile at Mobius’s reaction.
“It's a metaphor. Just hang in there.”
“I want that salad.”
“And I could go down to Asgard before Ragnarok causes its complete destruction and I could do anything I wanted. I could, let's say, push the Hulk off the Rainbow Bridge.” He picks up a salt shaker and puts a large sprinkling of salt across Mobius’s salad.
“There he goes.” You say, feeling rather invested in this metaphor.
“The salt's Hulk?” Mobius asks, clearly not as enthusiastic as you.
“And I could also... Set fire to the palace.” He picks up a pepper pot and shakes the pepper across the salad.
“No, just stop. Don't set fire to the palace.”
“Okay? I can do whatever I want to do, and it would never matter. It wouldn't go against the dictates of the timeline because...” He sets down the shakers after nearly emptying them both. He heads to the table behind you. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, God!” Mobius sighs.
“You!” Recognising the voice you look up to see Casey looking very confused.
“Nice to see you. I just need this for a second. Thanks.” Loki picks up Casey’s carton of juice, before sitting back down at your table. “Because the apocalypse is coming. Ragnarok, Surtur will destroy Asgard no matter what I do.”
“No, don't do...” Mobius sighs as Loki empties the carton over the remains of the salad.
“There's the apocalypse.” You say with a sigh, offering Mobius your bag of chips.
“That's the apocalypse?” He asks, taking a handful of chips from you with a smile.
“Ragnarok obliterates the salt. Ragnarok. There it is.” Loki gestures to the ruined salad with a proud smile.
“What am I lookin' at?”
“Okay, it was a clumsy metaphor. But you see what I mean. It doesn't matter. It could be any apocalypse. It could be a tidal wave. It could be a meteor. It could be a volcano, a supernova. If everything and everyone around you is destined for imminent destruction, then nothing that I say or do will matter, because the timeline's not gonna branch. Hence, the Variant could be hiding in the apocalypse and do whatever he wants, and we wouldn't know!”
“Not bad.” You offer.
“Take me to a real apocalypse, to Ragnarok, I'll show you.” Mobius chuckles,
“Yeah. So you can run away back to your homeland? No.”
“No, I'm not going home. We can go anywhere.”
“I'm not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse.”
“Oh, Mobius, come on! What could possibly go wrong? We gotta properly test this theory.”
“Well, here's a fun theory. You lure me out into the field, and stab me in the back. And that's a theory I don't wanna test.”
“I'd never stab anyone in the back. That's such a boring form of betrayal.” He most definitely would stab someone in the back.
“Loki, I've studied almost every moment of your entire life. You've literally stabbed people in the back, like 50 times.”
“Well, I'd never do it again, because it got old.” You both laugh at this. Mobius looks at you, and you shrug.
“Might as well try it?” You offer. Mobius nods,
“Okay.”
“Okay, look, you don't trust me, you can trust one thing. I love to be right.” Loki adds. That certainly isn’t a lie.
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DEBRIS AND MISERY
SAME OLD LOKI ; PART 6 / ?
PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader
WORD COUNT: 3.3k (oops)
SUMMARY: You find yourself venturing deeper into finding the Loki variant on the loose with the help of Mobius and Loki while maintaining your temper around the God of mischief and fighting with your own demons.
A/N: Downtime apparently lasted for more than a week. I had absolutely no motivation to write but I eventually came around. There’s alot going on in this. Please tell me what you think, what you love, hate and look forward to. Thank you so much for showing so much love to d&m. gif from this gifset by @sersi
WARNINGS: Swearing. Imagery relating to death (i think?). You and Loki’s relationship fluctuating like the goddamn economy.
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MASTERPOST ; MASTERLIST
Blue. Your flight suit is blue.
Your eyes sting with worry, ticking to a pair of hands buckling the straps that lay across your chest. A man secures it tightly, forcing your back against the cockpit chair. Your gaze drifts to the concentric steel rings of yellow, red, and white that stretch overhead and around you—being suspended within a 3-axis gimbal sends another churning sensation within your abdomen.
You hear a voice. It courses through the room and vibrates within your ears like fluttering echoes in a tunnel. It’s a man. He calls out your name from below.
“You ready?”
In your periphery, you see him, tall with slicked-back hair, standing with other men that adorn similar flight suits of blue. You nod, inhaling deeply as your hands reach for the controls. Suddenly, a metallic clang echoes through the room and the machine whirrs to life. The rings begin spinning in tandem, tossing your body in all directions. Your grip tightens around the controls, clicking with every push and pull as you struggle to analyze the spin. But, the machine spins faster.
Faster and faster and faster.
The machine continues to whirr. Your hands are still shifting the controls.
Faster and faster and faster.
Your eyes begin to droop, nausea taking hold of your body.
Faster and faster and faster.
You only hear your breaths; every inhale and exhale—they're loud.
Faster and faster and faster.
Too fast.
Stop.
...
Click. Click. Click.
Footsteps. Not the clicks of the controls. You hear them clicking against tile floors from afar. From darkness, your eyes meet the color brown, shiny and polished—it’s wooden. The sound of the vast building’s acoustics hum in tune with the occasional chatter and echoing thump. You recognize the ambiance and it comforts your hasty thoughts as your brain tries to wreck itself in comprehending your current surroundings.
It’s one of those dreams again. The ones that kept you awake at night since the Sakaar incident, as if reliving the memories of another life. It isn’t yours but the realism to it makes it so complex that your brain cannot even comprehend the experiences during these dreams that occur.
To see, touch, hear, smell, and taste. Do dreams exceed the limit of disconnection and logic? Are dreams to be so immersive that it feels more like a memory, an echo of the past?
Through the turmoil of parsing between what’s real and what’s not, a tap on your shoulder hauls you back to reality. You turn to see Mobius, looking ridiculously exhilarated. Behind him lingers an amused Loki, hands tugging into the pockets of his jacket. The analyst says your name with a tone of equal exuberance to his manner.
“I thought I’d find you here. Do you always sleep at the archives?”
You snort, seizing yourself up as you wipe your face with your palm in hopes of feeling slightly more awake and alive than you were before. “No. Sometimes, I sleep at my desk too.”
Exhausted and sarcastic. Typical you.
Mobius rounds the table to sit beside you, gesturing Loki to his previous spot before he got up and ran away from you without any explanation. He shoots you a smile, lips pressed together, almost hesitant to sit across from you. You watch him through narrowed eyes as you address him with folded arms. “And here you are, back here again.”
Loki cannot fight the growing grin upon his lips, knowing all too well that you're referring to how he led you into an unnecessary chase down the corridors of the TVA for the sake of his entertainment. Well, it was not unnecessary. Things were turning out to be a bore and with the sudden thought of a proposition to help with his case, it doesn’t mean he has to drag out the fun of irritating the hell out of everyone else.
And you are not a bore.
-
“Loki! Where the hell do you think you're going?!"
You’re outright screaming at him but his long legs only stride faster than yours could handle, slumber still clinging to your face like a thick, waxen mask. He’s so quick, weaving through tangerine hallways, skidding across the tiled floors.
He saunters down the hall with quick feet but doesn’t sprint, clever enough not to draw any attention.
He ought to answer you. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, he flashes you a cheeky smile. He swears he saw flames burning in your eyes for a moment.
As you wind another corner, you already see him making one last quick dart through the elevator doors that slide open as it dings unceremoniously. Through your wide-eyed gaze, you signal him with eyes that carry a warning.
“Don’t you dare close that fucking door.” you snarl, voice booming from down the hallway and so does the clicking of the heels of your Oxford shoes as you march towards him like you’re on the hunt for prey.
Loki jams his finger onto the button to close the doors, unable to wipe off his grin. “Don’t you trust me?” is all he says to you, sending you a wink through the closing gap of the elevator doors as he raises his palm to wave you farewell.
-
You decided Loki wasn’t worth the time he has already taken from your assigned paperwork. So, you returned to your desk with a trace of bitterness in your tongue while attempting to suppress the regret for actually feeling sorry for Loki. Only because you know how it is like to be alone.
That’s the thing about Loki. He gets inside your head, makes you think that for once, he may be worth not pruning. He makes you think he is capable of change, capable of compassion. He makes you think he cares from the way he looks at you with those eyes that flicker the spark of hope in you. This Loki is the same old Loki.
Well, maybe the one in Sakaar had a good chance of earning your trust. But that’s gone now.
You shift in your seat, elbows now leaning against the edge of the table. “And to answer your question, no. I do not trust you. And I never will.”
Famous last words of the variant turned analyst.
Nobody trusts you either.
Except for the grey-haired analyst with the obsession for jet skis and you never understood why. Maybe, it’s because you’re the only one who is willing to put up with his ramblings.
Mobius eyes you and Loki’s interaction as the two of you seem to fall into the rhythm of making things even more complex than it appears. It's all part of his grand plan. Mobius knows you well enough to know you are possibly enjoying Loki's company no matter how much he irritates you. And Loki, it's clear how he admires you and how you constantly surprise him every time he crosses paths with you.
“What would I ever do without your trust?” the God sneers, each articulation of every word wrapped in mockery paired with dramatically placing his hand to his heart. Your eye twitches, the spitfire of your personality ready to fire back with a probable nasty insult. Yet, Mobius places his hand on your shoulder, while the other outstretched towards Loki as if trying to keep the two of you apart.
“Okay, okay. No need to get all riled up now. We only just had a breakthrough in the case, and I’m not letting you kill each other just yet.”
Your anger seems to immediately wash away, replaced by curiosity. You blink at your colleague. “Breakthrough?”
“Yes, and it was surprisingly Loki’s theory. Now—”
“Why do I smell...sulfur?”
You cut his sentence short as a strong whiff of a reeked scent began to descend upon you, billowing in the air. You inhale deeply, brows furrowing in concentration and confusion. An overpowering scent of a decaying body, faint but strong enough to seem out of the ordinary. The archives never smell rotten, always floor polish. Mobius and Loki share a look. Mobius is the one to speak up, attempting to distract you from your sudden strong sense of smell. “Sulfur? What, like when there’s a demonic manifestation? I mean, we are in the presence of Loki—”
“You went to Pompeii, didn’t you?”
In all of the time he has spent with Mobius who had a constant laid-back and confident nature to him, he has never seen him so red in the face. As the situation unfolds, he wonders why Mobius has made it a point to hide that information with so much eagerness which now has proved to be useless. You’re not only intelligent but also quick—only in terms of the mind rather than your physical capabilities.
You can hardly run, but your brain outshines everyone else he has met in the TVA.
Mobius is now waiting for the imminent chaos and mayhem you’re about to bring. You’re going to call him insane like every other time he has suggested an out-of-the-ordinary idea. Causing a scene is one of your talents. He has his hand on your shoulder again.
“You hate Pompeii, Mobius. Why the hell would bring him—Wait.” Your eyes are wide and blinking. “You went to Pompeii. Alone. I know that from the look on your faces. Which means no reset charge...No Nexus event.” You pause, pursing your lips. Then, you avert your gaze to Loki who watches you curiously. “Are you suggesting the variant is hiding in apocalypses?”
Mobius’ laugh comes off like a puff of air. He pats you on the back like a proud uncle. “Back on the game, Agent!”
Loki is slightly impressed. Only slightly.
“Okay, you two stay here. I’ll go get the files. Great work, you two.” Mobius gestures to the both of you with an outstretched index finger, grin so wide as he scurries off. Mobius loves a good case, especially when there’s a breakthrough. And with you finally familiarizing yourself with working together with Loki, everything is finally starting to look up.
The two of you end up finding each other’s gaze and for the first time, you smile at him. It’s small but genuine.
“You know you could have told me.”
“I would have, but you don’t trust me, remember?”
You hum, raising a brow. “And running away was supposed to gain my trust?”
Loki chuckles, eyes flicking to the table. “I never said anything about gaining your trust.”
Your smile grows wider, and Loki decides how he prefers you like this—relaxed and amused.
He oddly sees his mother in you. It’s the way you look at him. Like you know him.
Right, you have met him. Once.
“What was I like? The one you met at Sakaar.”
You blink, slightly taken aback by his sudden question that hasn’t got to do with insinuating you.
“The same as you—barely tolerable,” you say tightly, heaving a sharp exhale. ”Just…a lot sadder.”
You hadn’t mentioned how he willingly helped escape your execution because a part of you still believes it all to be a lie. The TVA has your complete fidelity but ever since the Sakaar incident, your trust in the way the system works has been swayed. After years of being trapped in your mind, the question of whether your capabilities in logic have been damaged due to loneliness still begs. Judge Renslayer believes in your incompetence but you believe she hides a secret about the Time Keepers.
The three beings, creator of the TVA, personally convicted you as innocent, allowing you to maintain your job. Nothing of this makes sense.
Maybe Judge Renslayer lost all her faith in you, her second-best analyst because your Nexus event relates to Loki. The one variant that has been causing havoc to the Sacred Timeline. And this Loki, the one that seems to be very curious about your place in the TVA and the Time Keepers, is no different than the others.
You find yourself feeling an uncalled sense of sadness that dwells in your chest at the thought of leaving the only friendship you secretly wished to have maintained back at Sakaar. Before you let yourself fall into the abyss of melancholic wishful thinking, you swiftly direct the conversation elsewhere.
"I’m sorry Mobius referred to you as the devil,” you say coyly. “You really aren’t.”
Loki, who seems to catch on with the sarcastic tone of your voice, leans farther into his seat. “Really?”
A smirk returns to your face. “You're worse than the devil." He snorts, noticing the vague hint of crimson growing upon your cheeks and how your eyes seem to crinkle a little more than usual.
He finds himself swallowing under your stare, fiddling his fingers in an attempt to calm his sudden erratic heartbeat. A stutter under your now kind gaze—no one ever stares at him with a smile. "You are not the first to say that."
There’s another pause; Loki’s face is set with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You feel a pang of guilt in your chest in remembrance of how you’re not the first to have treated him the way you did. He’s dangerous but, there’s no reason for animosity. Yet, it all boils down to the lives he has willingly taken. It doesn’t differentiate him from the rest of the TVA.
Mysterious variant.
The devil is always in the details.
Strangely, the work of the devil may prove to be useful in times of cul-de-sacs as an idea comes to mind. “I think...I think I know where you’re at right now.” Your voice is light, distracted by your now running thoughts. You’re on your feet, chair squeaking as you push it back. Your pen is in your grasp and you wave it in the air, reflecting the gears that turn at high speed within your brain.
Frankly, you’re not making any sense. Loki furrows his brows, slowly standing. “What do you mean? I’m right here—"
“No. The other one. The variant. And it has to do with gum.”
You’re still not making sense and it’s clear that in your eyes, he is invisible. You’re the only one in that frenzied mind of yours.
“What?”
You don’t answer him, feet quickly bringing you down the passageway along the vast rows of shelves that stretch along with the floor’s pristine balcony of white and the two of you are back to playing chase and run. Only this time, the roles are reversed.
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Mission Haven Hills: not successful.
Really not successful. Far from successful.
You witnessed the doom of bombing the Sacred Timeline, firsthand. Employees scramble at the controls as you watch the screen that looms over the control room. What was once a single line, running along with time has now grown like a tree with fruits of chaos, caused by Nexus events scattered across time and places.
You wished the dust would settle and this was all simply a dream but you realize this was his plan all along.
Bomb the timeline. Distract the TVA.
There is one thing you know about Loki. He is moved by revenge and resentment.
As if you possess some sort of telepsychic powers, a part of you feels that danger itself is within the vicinity of the TVA. The variant is here, you just know it.
You hope Mobius is okay.
Scurrying down the winding hallways, past the hurried time hunters, and past the time theaters, you find yourself heading towards the golden doors of the Time Keepers’ chambers. In a time of uncertainty, your gut is your only source of guidance.
At the end of the hallway, you see bodies on the ground, nearly lifeless—time hunters, either unarmed or batons missing. You plucked one of the sizzling batons from the ground as you cautiously stepped around the laying bodies. You clutch it tightly to calm the blood rushing to your head, pounding along with your heartbeat as you take on the venture into the foyer of the grand chambers with secrets not wanting to be unveiled.
You round the corner, following the wooden panels for walls laid along the entrance. The glowing end of the baton within your grasp reflects off the black porcelain tiles beneath your careful feet. You hear voices, grunts, and shouting as if in combat.
Then, you see them. Loki in his variant jacket and a woman with locks of blonde and streaks of black. She adorns a headpiece of golden horns—one broken off.
Isn't Loki supposed to be at Haven Hills?
Recognizing the presence of another, the two turn to you, daggers still held to each other's throats. Loki eyes you with wide eyes, a silent plea whether to help or stand down, you’re unsure. Your gaze shifts to the woman once more who watches you with an equal resemblance to the other.
Then, it hits you. You recognize the dark emerald cloak she wears. You know exactly who she is. You just never thought it would be a she.
“You!” Your exclamation is bitter, and it’s directed towards the woman who seems to be strangely expectant of your remark as if she already knows who you are. She is L1190, a Loki variant. The one who slashed you with the TVA’s baton, scaring your left cheek. The one who hauled you through the time door and left you stranded in Sakaar for thousands of years.
You know exactly what she has done. She knows what she has done.
“You did this to me!” you gesture to the scar on your left cheek, eyes fixated solely on her, nearing the two with caution. You’re angry. Very angry. All pent-up rage begging to be set free.
Before Loki could even perceive the current situation he landed in between two women who very much want him dead, you’re already swinging the baton to her face with full force but she blocks it with her sword but slightly staggers in her step. You glare at her. She seems a little surprised. In an instant, you take a step back and go for another strike to her rib, but she blocks you again, sliding away and dodging your hit by a mere second. You growl out of frustration, seething through your teeth, and without hesitation, you strike again. The fight goes on—strike, block, strike, dodge. And with every blow, your intensity escalates, each a little harder than the one before. Loki stands there, watching, speechless and frozen.
You strike again, the baton crackling less than an inch away from her face but she dodges just in time, swinging her sword across your face. It grazes your cheek, now a gash of crimson on top of your scar, and with the sudden blow of searing pain, you lose your balance.
The variant spins into a kick that sweeps your legs out from under, knocking you hard onto the ground. The baton rolls out from your grip. Your hand flies to the gash, trickling with blood.
“Hey!”
The brawl comes to a halt. You seize yourself up from the ground, back and head aching, turning to see Judge Renslayer accompanied by two hunters, batons held up in defense position. You were about to reach for your own that was a stretch away when suddenly, you felt a hand grip you by the collar, hauling you to your knees. Her sword held to your neck.
“Come any closer and I’ll kill her.”
“Go for it.”
Your eyes are wide in shock, all anger towards the variant now turning into this churning feeling of betrayal that resides within your abdomen. Judge Renslayer doesn’t look at you, focus fixated on the two variants—it’s like you’re not even there.
The three start to charge towards you and you involuntarily shut your eyes. Then, as quick as a rattlesnake, Loki grabs the tempad hung at her waist and sends the three of you falling through the ground.
That’s the thing about Loki. He gets inside your head, makes you think that for once, he may be worth not pruning. Now, with your back landing hard on top of him, all you could think about is wanting to strangle him to death.
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why are people so mad others are shipping Loki and Sylvie? i don't personally ship it, but falling in love with himself is definitely something Loki would do. idk if marvel will even make them date, though.
completely unrelated, but what did you think of Mobius getting pruned? do you think he's done forever or do you think he'll come back? i'm hoping the latter, he was such a great character & pretty good friend to Loki
They're angry for two reasons, the first one being that Sylvie is a Loki variant, so she's a version of Loki and antis have taken that to mean that this is somehow incest even though Loki and Sylvie are not siblings or related. The second reason is biphobia, because some had hopes that he'd be getting a boyfriend especially since he's bi and now they're mad and being biphobic af.
Mobius getting pruned shocked the hell out of me, I was not expecting that at all; when I first saw the episode I was like well that's it, RIP Mobius but then I saw the post-credit scene and since Loki is still around it does bring the possibility that maybe Mobius is still around so I don't know a part of me finds it hard to believe that he is in fact gone forever. I'd like for him to come back for three reasons:
a. because he wants what's best for Loki and he believes in him,
b. because he never got his jet ski or memories he might have of being on a jet ski and i don't think that's fair, it's such a random thing that gives him so much joy I want him to get that moment on a jet ski,
and c. because I want supportive of Sylki Mobius. I want him to tell Loki "I know I told you this was twisted but man I just want what's best for you and it's clear she makes you happy, also the tva tried to kill me so not exactly in the mood to save their ass so tell her how you feel and here's the key to the office with the comfiest couch you two crazy kids go and put the nexus event into overdrive"
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His Mobius
Lol y'all gonna hate me for this one but what can I say, I'm obsessed with this ship and slightly disappointed in the season finale.
Not my normal jam so sorry to those who only follow me for T. Holland content
Picks up where ep 6 leaves off. Don't read if you don't wanna get spoiled lol.
Ship: Loki vs. Mobius M. Mobius (one-sided)
Word Count: 1212
Warnings: it's sad boi hours in here y'all prepare to have your heart ripped out for a second; also spoilers
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The color had drained from Loki's face as he realized what was going on when he stared at the giant statue of He Who Remains.
With the intense branching of timelines, Sylvie had kicked him into a random, newly-born universe.
He turned back to the man he knew-
No. He didn't know this man.
This was Mobius. M. Mobius, but not his Mobius. M. Mobius.
"I... I- I- I need a tempad, please," Loki begged the not-his-Mobius.
"Don't you have one? Wait- I'm sorry, who are you again? You never answered my question," not-Mobius said with growing suspicion.
He didn't know this Loki, or seem to know any Lokis at all, but he still knew to question guys who came up asking frantic questions and requesting other agents' tempads.
Loki didn't know how to answer.
For once he wanted to tell the truth, but there was no way he'd be able to explain things to this not-Mobius. He didn't have time. He needed to find his Mobius.
With a swift glance, he located not-Mobuis's tempad and with even swifter precision snatched it from the man.
"Hey wait!" he cried, but it was too late.
Loki had already punched in random numbers and opened a portal, stepping through into the unknown.
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The yellow rectangle behind Loki closed as soon as he stepped through, and he knew that with all the chaos, he probably wouldn't ever be found.
As he got his bearings, Loki started to register the sights and sounds around him, along with the humid heat that made his already sweaty skin feel even stickier.
He blinked a couple times before realizing what he was looking at.
Somewhat.
He was in a rainforest.
"Midgard. This- I'm on earth," he muttered to himself, brows furrowed.
Back before the TVA, he'd spent years plotting his takeover of the planet. The Asgardian libraries had contained books filled with knowledge about earth's nature and climate systems, something he'd used to his advantage when planning where he wanted to rule from.
While he didn't know a thing about earth customs or technology, Loki could easily tell the difference between a chimpanzee and a capuchin, or explain how hibiscus flowers were great in tea.
The real question was when is he?
Loki looked at his tempad.
Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica. 2015.
It made sense. Loki remembered that the country was known for its lush landscapes.
There was no telling what universe he was in. He wondered if he could find someone to fill in in the 3 years since the battle of New York, if that had even happened in this timeline.
He took a look around. The foliage was bright green, and he spotted a toucan on a nearby branch. There was the occasional scream of a howler monkey echoing through the trees.
A few feet away, just past a few trees, was a dirt path. Signs that people had walked this trail many times.
Of course, a worry popped into the back of Loki's head that claimed a hungry jaguar had paced there as it looked for a meal, trampling the grass in search of prey.
His fears were quelled, however, when he heard faint voices nearing.
He stepped behind a wide tree and watched carefully as a man in a neon shirt led a family down the trail.
Loki spotted 5 kids, who all looked between the ages of 8 and 18. Interspersed among them were 4 adults who looked to be in their 40s or 50s.
At the back of the pack walked two older men. A shorter guy with snow white hair who looked to be in his 70s, and a taller one whose hair was very much salt-and-peppered, likely in his 60s.
The brightly-clothed guide was explaining to them all of the wonderful things Costa Rica had to offer, from its diverse flora and fauna to the beaches, mountains, and rainforests.
Loki was about to pop out from the wood and ask if this family could explain what the avengers were up to, or if they even existed at all here. He knew he would look ridiculous with his torn up TVA clothes but didn't care.
Finding Mobius was more important.
Before he could call out a greeting, he stopped dead in his tracks, blood running cold.
That voice.
He knew that voice anywhere.
The shorter old guy had cut in to make a joke to his family.
"I need to know where to get a jet ski around here."
Mobius.
That was him, but what was he doing here?
Loki felt weird seeing what it would have looked like for his Mobius to live on earth up to this point, assuming that the TVA variants of him had been plucked from the mid-1990s.
"Daaaad," one of the middle aged women groaned.
He has a daughter. Are those his grandchildren?
"You know we brought you on vacation to get you away from your jet ski, right dad?" another of the middle-agers said, a man who looked to be the youngest in his generation group.
A son as well?
"I'll have you know that the jet ski was the greatest invention of our time, of all history, even!" old-Mobius explained light-heartedly.
The taller man next to him placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I think we can manage a week without, my dear."
Loki gasped.
That was him speaking to old-Mobius. Well, not him, but an old version of him.
It didn't make sense.
Loki was well over 1000 years old. An Asgardian diety. A jotun.
He wouldn't just age like that. Not unless he sacrificed something to do so.
Loki couldn't help but notice, though, that while old-Loki's face was considerably wrinklier than his own, the man he looked at was void of worry lines around his eyes and forehead.
He looked genuinely happy.
Loki shifted as best he could to stay hidden behind the tree as he watched what played out ahead of him.
"Oh, alright, alright. I guess I can manage going without ole Lightning for the week if it means I've got y'all to entertain me. But just know that I'm taking everyone out on the lake as soon as we get back to Texas."
Old-Mobius, or whatever his midgardian name really was, smiled at his old-Loki, placing an hand over his lower back.
"I think that can be arranged," old-Loki agreed, quickly pressing a kiss to old-Mobius's temple as he wrapped an arm over the shorter man's shoulders.
Loki didn't even realize that there were tears sliding down his cheeks until the pang in his heart made him turn away from the happy family.
Because it wasn't just Mobius's family, it was his.
He didn't know how the two had found each other, how this Loki had somehow evaded godhood to live a domestic, midgardian life.
Loki couldn't stay here. He couldn't disturb and be caught by them.
He needed to find his Mobius, maybe figure out how to start a life like that.
It wouldn't be easy, jumping through the multiverse searching for that hard-headed, sarcastic, witty, crazy TVA analyst Loki had somehow fallen for, but he had to try.
So with the coast clear, he reset the tempad and stepped through another portal.
For his Mobius.
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A/N: my heart is going to explode. Why did I feel the need to torture myself in this way? Anyways, I wrote it, so y'all gotta read it.
I don't make the rules.
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LOKI: S1-EP4
(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)
Well, we know they can’t possibly be dead now... at least that’s what I’m gonna believe.
THE NEXUS EVENT
I love how SYLVIE just walked away like ‘It is what it is. Let’s go.’
FEMALE LOKI!?!!?! MY LIEGE IS THAT YOU!?!?!
They didn’t have to snatch that little girl up like that.
This is why kids hate adults... I said what I said.
I would’ve done the same thing.
Well, I’ll be damned! Ik those motherfuckers aren’t sittin’ in a dark rook with fog?!
“She was dead, Mobius.” - RAVONNA
Don’t you just love how people get sentimental when they’re about to die?
Listen HUNTER B-15 has it out for LOKI lmao. She is more than ready to tear his ass up!
ICONIC DIALOGUE
SLYVIE - “Do you think what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact we’re destined to lose?”
LOKI - “No. We may lose. Sometimes painfully, but we don’t die. We survive. I mean, you did. You were just a child when the TVA took you, but you nearly took down the organization that claims to govern the order of time. You did it on your own. You ran rings around them. You’re amazing!”
Yes, LOKI let her know that she truly is a bad bitch!
Aww, he referred to him as a friend.
AYYYEEE SIF!
lol ofc they stuck him in a time loop.
After the fuck up she did I wouldn’t let anyone near SLYVIE either.
ROFL look how he’s sittin’ on the floor!!!!
“I’m a... I’m a narcissist.” - LOKI
Don’t fall for it...
“You are alone and you always will be.” -SIF
Now that’s just foul af.
LOKI lyin’ and AGENT MOBIUS is lyin’ lol
“Good riddance.” - LOKI
AGENT MOBIUS got petty for this little argument.
AGENT MOBIUS =
look at sis... she is shakin’ in her boots.
Damn, I lowkey thought she was gonna prune herself...
is HUNTER B-15 gonna take her to THE TIME KEEPERS!?
Bro RAVONNA is lying... they should’ve just called this the lyin’ episode.
hey... if y’all are going to kiss just do it bro..
Not her already having a designated spot for it.
“No, I can’t create memories. I can only use what’s already there.” - SLYVIE
Welp, HUNTER B-15 has seen the light... literally
Come on MOBIUS find out what’s really going on.
At least he got the lines memorized.
“How about the word of a friend?” - LOKI
“You know where I’d go if I could go anywhere? Whereever it is I’m really from. Yeah, whereever I had a life before the TVA came along. Maybe I had a jet ski. That’s what I’d like to do.” - AGENT MOBIUS
Me to RAVONNA =
Now she knows damn well what the fuckin’ event was.
Fuck the TIME KEEPERS
“You and your bravado are no threat to us, Variant.” - TIME KEEPER
Come on HUNTER B-15! You suppose to be a bad bitch!!
THE TIME KEEPERS need to get their asses beat as well.
I’m dead they immediately started laughing as soon as the head fell off.
is he reallt in love with himself?!
BRO FINISH HER!!!!!!
END CREDIT SCENE
LOL DID Y’ALL SEE THE OTHER LOKI VARIANTS!!!
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BRO she’s much kinda than me because I would’ve ended her fuckin’ life information or no information. LOL but I’ve enjoyed this episode. I wish Loki would’ve said what he was thinking and not struggling to say it. But we all know this man can’t be dead this far into the series. I honestly don’t think it’s possible at least not yet.
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EP1 - EP2 - EP3 - EP4 - EP5 - EP6
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Loki: Religious Predestination v Free-Will
And how that affects his relationship with Mobius, narratively speaking
So. In case it isn’t clear by *gestures at my whole blog*, I’m a Supernatural blog. I’m a DeanCas blog. I haven’t been around much lately because there are very important, Orwellian things going on in Brasil, but I still keep up with the fandom. And, more important to this post, I still keep up with whatever Marvel’s doing, which means I get up at 7 am every Wednesday to watch Loki.
(Before we start, I’d like to note that I had never actually published any meta on Tumblr. The most I had done was give it to my philosophy and biology teachers as school essays. So, bear with me, okay?)
Well, what does Supernatural have to do with Loki? Not much, except for the narrative they very obviously share. The characters are different, their motivations too, and so are many of the variables that surround, but deep down, at the core, it is the same narrative of Religious Predestination versus Free-Will. And yes, that drives me all the way up the walls.
Religious Predestination is the idea that all events, past, present, and future have been foretold, “written”, predicted by divine, omnipotent beings. There are different types of Predestination, but the two I think fit the most here are Double Predestination and Middle Knowledge (yes, most of my knowledge of this comes from Wikipedia, sue me).
The first claims that God (or whichever omnipotent divine being is responsible for the predestination, in this case, the Time-Keepers) chooses from his own will who will be “condemned” and who will be “saved”. This applies to the show when we consider the fact that Loki has been “predestined” to be a villain. Is all he’s ever been, it’s what he was “born to be”, while the Avengers were all born to be heroes, according to the decrees of the Time-Keepers.
Meanwhile, Middle Knowledge defends that, before the creation of the world (or, in this case, the Sacred Timeline), God already knew every choice that every free-will possessing creature could make in any given circumstance, and He chose the “timeline” that most suited his will. This version also makes sense when we consider the existence of multiple timelines and that the Time-Keepers united them and decided what would be the proper flow of time.
Now, which exact version of Religious Predestination to pick isn’t exactly my point here. My point is that I) everything about the TVA screams Religious Predestination allegory, from the minutemen and other agents being “created” to the words “decree” and “dictate” being thrown around whenever Ravonna is on screen or someone’s talking about the Time-Keepers (who just so happen to be kind of worshipped at the TVA, as there are so many statues of them. They are treated like gods. They are gods.). Do you know what else is a Religious Predestination allegory? Blade Runner. Do you know what was one of the main inspirations for the TVA’s design? Blade Runner! That could mean nothing or that could mean something given *gestures vaguely at the rest of this post*.
So. Loki seeks to escape his “Destiny”. He wants to make his own choices without them being decreed by divine, omnipotent beings. He wants his successes and failures (but mostly his successes) to be his own, and, most important, he doesn’t want to be what everyone expects him to be. Not anymore. Not after what he saw at the TVA. Because everyone is telling him that he was “born to be” a villain (or, at the very least, a side character), he will now want to prove to everyone that he can be more than that. Because he is that “insubordinate, stubborn, and unpredictable” (even if he plans on overthrowing the TVA, I don’t think he sees that as an act of villainy. Maybe he never even planned on actually overthrowing the TVA, maybe he just wanted to get the Variant).
And Mobius, well. Mobius is a good TVA agent. Not all good, of course, ‘cause he has shown more than once that he doesn’t completely agree with how the TVA does things (“They should be scared” “Not of us”), even though, at the end of the day, he believes in them and accepts their mission because he believes they are doing the right thing (unless I’m completely wrong about Mobius, he is the true villain of the show, and has an evil plan of his own. Sorry, I saw a post and now I’m paranoid). So, what happens when an already questioning, though devoted, agent of the Time Variance Authority like Mobius comes into contact with someone like Loki, who pretty much worships Chaos? After having studied Loki’s whole life, and admittedly being a big fan? Well, this happens:
(If looks could kill indeed, Mobius)
Loki is supposed to drag Mobius out of his comfort zone at the TVA, to make him question things harder. Because it would seem “good people are never truly good”, so what’s behind the TVA’s Orwellian, Blade Runner-y scenario? And, even if they’re just really boring and full of paperwork, why should anyone dictate the proper flow of time? What about Free-Will, what about Chaos?
That is how this sort of narrative is supposed to go. Because Loki and Mobius are complete opposites in where they came from and who they wanna be, but at the same time, they’re much alike, as Ravonna even says. She accuses Mobius of being just as insubordinate and stubborn as Loki is. Loki was born and he wanted to be king because he thought (and was led to believe) it was his birthright. Now he wants to tell his own story more than ever ‘cause how dare the Time-Keepers predestinate Loki. Meanwhile, Mobius was created and all he’s ever known is the TVA’s order. But he is stubborn at heart and he craves humanity (the jet ski???), even if he believes he can’t have it because it’s too chaotic or simply not meant for him.
Mobius doesn’t see Loki as a villain (“no one bad is ever truly bad”?). He believes that Loki can be better. And Loki, if I’m reading this right, should help Mobius see that he’s, you know, kind of working for an authoritarian agency, what with “dictating the proper flow of time” and all that. (Yeah, yeah, I know. Multiversal war this, multiversal war that, but isn’t Doctor Strange’s next movie called Multiverse of Madness? Also, has anyone ever actually met the Time-Keepers? Or do all the TVA agents just blindly follow their orders? Maybe we’re bound to have a Multiverse by the end of this anyway.)
(And I’ve seen this narrative before. Faithless man meets angel, makes angel question Heaven’s orders, angel finds out Heaven is not that good after all, angel literally fall for the faithless man. In between, there is a lot of staring and standing too close and betrayals. It’s ridiculous how similar it is.)
So, where was I going with all of this…look, narratively speaking, from what we’ve seen so far, these two are a perfect match (and I’m not even mentioning Loki’s thing for older men in positions of power, which Mobius is completely aware of
). But there is a big, big distance between the narrative pointing towards something and the creative (though, let’s be honest, probably the executive) powers following through.
Now, it wasn’t just the Religious Predestination thing that caught my attention here, no. It wasn’t even the Blade Runner parallels (I’m quite sure Loki has Galatians Syndrome, but that’s a whole other post). It was how similar the plot of Loki is to the plot of Where Mischief Lies by Mackenzi Lee. It caught my attention to the point that I’m nervously glancing at my book while writing this. But I don’t want this to be too long, so I’m gonna put that on a separate post.
Anyway, I hope at least some of this made sense, and thank you so much for reading through my rambling!
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