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sheliesshattered · 6 months

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Sylki fic: When She Sings She Sings Come Home

Loki/Sylvie, 3200 words. Post s02e06 fix-it, angst with a happy ending. Also available on AO3 under the same title and username.

When She Sings She Sings Come Home

Sylvie wakes with Loki’s voice in her ears.

It’s been months since she last saw him, striding out to the Loom to save the timelines. Winter has come and gone, here in this little corner of a branch that she’s made her home. Every day that’s passed, she’s half expected to turn around and see him standing there, like that night he appeared in the parking lot next to her truck. But for months, there’s been nothing but the absence of him, growing larger and more crystalline every day.

She wakes with his voice in her ears, singing that ridiculous song from the train on Lamentis.

To Sylvie, everybody! he’d said, grinning at her, not drunk only too full. She would give anything to see him smile like that again. She would give anything to see him again.

And it isn’t that she hasn’t looked. Of course she had. She’d barely gotten through a single shift at McDonald’s after leaving Mobius standing outside his variant’s house before she’d used He Who Remain’s TemPad to try to find Loki.

He wasn’t dead. She knows he isn’t dead. But he also isn’t anywhere. There are an infinite number of branches now, layers of reality twisting around each other into something larger, a shape she can almost see, almost recognize. But Loki isn’t on any of them. No matter where she searches, he remains just outside her grasp.

Sylvie goes to work, she drives her truck home, she listens to music at the record store, she checks in on Mobius, she tries to sleep. But everywhere is marked by Loki’s absence, and every moment is overlaid with the sound of him singing.

She can’t find Loki, but that song is a thread she can pull at. Where did he learn it? The words were almost Asgardian, but not quite. Something similar, a branch of the original. A variant. Because of course it was.

It’s not until she thinks to quietly spy on the New Asgard settlement in Norway, forty years on from her quiet life in Oklahoma, that she hears the language again. Norwegian.

Remember this place, she hears Odin say, in a memory that is not hers, rippling through the interwoven timelines because it is what she needs in this moment. Home.

She turns her back on New Asgard, on the man who is almost but not quite her brother, on the Valkyrie who will come to lead their people like the hero out of a saga that Sylvie had once wished she could become. She turns her back, and walks into this strange, beautiful land. Norway. One tiny place on one tiny planet in one insignificant branch of the ever-growing tree of time, where the syllables are shaped into words that resonate with Loki’s voice from so long ago.

Sylvie wanders into pubs, into taverns, into bars, into concerts. She hums the few notes that never leave her head, and hopes to find someone who knows the song.

Until, miraculously, one day, she does.

“It’s an old drinking song,” the bearded man at the bar tells her, gesturing with his beer. “It’s about taking the long way home, but knowing you’ll get there in the end.”

“Can you teach it to me?” Sylvie asks, unblinking, gaze trained on the stranger’s face.

“For that, I will need a lot more beer.”

So she buys him beers. She coaxes the song out of him. She buys rounds for the whole bar, until they are all singing it. They teach her the words in Norwegian, teach her to shape the vowels as carefully as any incantation, and then teach her the meaning behind the words.

In storm-black mountains, I wander alone

Over the glacier I make my way

In the apple garden stands the maiden fair

and sings, “When will you come home?”

“You, I think,” her drunk bearded acquaintance says to her, “you are the maiden fair.”

“And what if I am?” Sylvie asks, raising her chin, still dead-sober despite the bourbon clutched in her hand.

“Then you must sing for him to come home!”

“From an apple orchard, if you can manage it,” leers his friend next to him.

“Will it work?” she hears herself say.

“Of course it will work! Music is magic. Galdr, they used to call it, in the old religion. The power of your voice to shape reality.” The man is drunk, but his words tug at something in Sylvie’s memory, long buried. “Sing, and he will come home.”

“As simple as that?”

The bearded man laughs uproariously. “When has love ever been simple?” he demands jovially. “When has magic ever been easy? But that does not mean it is not worth trying. There is beauty in the trying. There is love in the longing.” He’s slurring his words, barely managing to stay atop his barstool.

But he’s not wrong.

I know what kind of god I need to be, Loki had said, tears shining in his eyes. For you. For all of us.

But Sylvie is a god, too, she reminds herself, as she tosses back her bourbon and turns her back on the little Norwegian town, with the northern lights rippling over head. She’s not the goddess of chaos anymore, and she hasn’t felt mischievous since she was a child.

But the goddess of galdr, yes, that perhaps is something she could be.

She returns to her little Oklahoma town, cloud cover obliterating the stars, and drives her truck to the record store. There’s only one song she wants to hear, only one voice to sing it, but music has been her comfort since she came to this place, and she cannot simply become the goddess of music-turned-into-magic because she wishes it to be so. Music has been her shield, her cocoon, her comfort these long lonely months. Now she must learn to form it into other shapes, into weapons and tools. Into a lighthouse, shining out into the vast dark of the multiverse.

She taught herself enchantment, while running for her life from one apocalypse to the next. She can teach herself galdr in this quiet little record shop in this quiet little town.

Sylvie slides the headphones into place, and lets the music move through her.

Oh, sweet nothin'

She ain't got nothin' at all

Oh, sweet nothin'

She ain't got nothin' at all

But what if she had something? What if she had the one person who would make all of this worth it?

I know what kind of god I need to be, she tells herself. For you, Loki.

She murmurs the words along with the music, infusing them with intent, with magic.

And for one fraction of an instant, she can see him.

He’s alone, on the throne he never wanted, surrounded by the threads of the multiverse, pulsing green as they grow and twist. There is nothing, nothing else, only Loki alone in that vast emptiness, in that expanse of everything that ever was or ever could be.

His eyes are dull, unfocused, far away. And then— a flicker of recognition, a spark of life—

Sylvie loses the connection.

She’s alone on the sofa in the back of the record shop, with Lou Reed singing in her ears.

He ain’t got nothing at all

She drives home. She tries to sleep. She keeps hearing Loki’s voice, keeps seeing him alone in that emptiness. She murmurs into the darkness— not quite a song, not quite a spell—

But trees dance and waterfalls stop

When she sings, she sings “come home”

There is a shape to the enormity of what Loki has done. There is an order to the way the branches of the multiverse wrap around each other. It is just outside her grasp, but Sylvie feels that if she could just see the shape of it, she might understand.

She might be able to reach him.

In storm-black mountains, I wander alone she whispers to the emptiness of her tiny apartment, in this tiny town, in this little branch of a timeline, one miniscule part of a greater whole, and falls asleep dreaming of trees dancing, of waterfalls stopping, of Loki taking her outside the flow of time to tell her that there was no other way to keep her safe.

Sylvie wakes with her own voice in her ears.

The song is coursing through her, jeg saler min ganger, and she can feel the magic at her fingertips, on the tip of her tongue, pushing at the insides of her ribs, swelling her lungs and begging to be released.

I know what kind of god I need to be.

She gets into her truck and drives. North and east, away from everything she knows, vaguely towards those northern lights dancing over the fjords, too far away to reach on roads such as these.

But once upon a time, when she was very young, there was another road. A rainbow road, the Bifrost, that could take her anywhere just like magic.

Every bit of magic she has now she has taught herself. And this, too, this song swelling in her chest, is magic of her own making.

There is beauty in the trying. There is love in the longing.

She drives past fields of wheat and fields of corn, through days and nights, with the glare of the sun or the pattering of the rain against the windshield. Sylvie drives and drives and drives, and keeps the song tucked away inside her, growing in fury like a hurricane in a bottle, like the storm that had raged outside the night they met.

She drives until the scent of apples wafts through the open windows of the truck, and then she pulls over, knowing this was her destination all along.

Iðunn, a childhood memory whispers, too long ago now to have any meaning at all. The apples of eternity.

Home she thinks, and then hears, from a memory not her own:

Asgard’s not a place, it’s a people.

This could be Asgard. Asgard is where our people stand.

Her brother’s voice. The voice of the man who had once raised her as his daughter. The family she lost and can never regain, no matter what shape the multiverse twists itself into. Words reaching across time, across branching timelines, to reach her here and now, because it is what she needs to hear.

Sylvie climbs out of her truck and walks into the apple orchard and doesn’t look back.

She walks until she can no longer see the road from between the trunks and branches. She walks until there is nothing but the smell of apples, the soil under foot, and the sky over head. She walks until the song finally bursts out of her, all of her desperation and loneliness flooding out of her lungs to shake the very air around her, in the shape of words that are his but also hers, now.

But trees dance and waterfalls stop

When she sings, she sings “come home”

In storm-black mountains, I wander alone

Over the glacier I make my way

In the apple garden stands the maiden fair

and sings, “When will you come home?”

But trees dance and waterfalls stop

When she sings, she sings “come home”

When she sings, she sings “come home!”

And then he is there, standing beside her in the sunshine and the scent of the apple orchard. Loki glances around at the trees dancing in the wind, his eyes bright, before his gaze snaps to hers.

“You’re here,” Sylvie croaks, her voice burned through with the force of the magic that poured out of her, the magic that’s brought Loki to her.

“No, not really,” he says, his eyes never still as they trace over her face. “I’m still there too. I’m sort of everywhere, really. It’s hard to explain.”

“Help me to understand,” she says before the words even have the chance to fade away. “You said you knew what kind of god you needed to be. You saved us, you saved everything, and then you disappeared. Make me understand.”

“I can’t, Sylvie,” Loki says gently, and there is a sorrow in his eyes deeper than oceans, more boundless than the vastness of space. “It’s been centuries for me. Lifetimes. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

Enchant me, he had begged her once, standing in the McDonald’s parking lot in his ridiculous TVA uniform. You can see what I saw.

“You don’t have to say anything,” she tells him, raising her hands slowly towards his face, green magic flickering between her fingers. “Just let me see what you saw.”

“Sylvie,” he starts, and there are tears in his eyes again, like there were in that last moment before he turned his back on her to destroy the Loom.

“We’re the same, remember?” she says, and if her voice cracks it is only because of the abuse it’s suffered, only because of the magic that poured out through her vocal chords to shape reality to her desires. “You shouldn’t have to bear this burden alone, Loki,” she tells him, with as much tenderness as she can force into her ruined voice. “Let me understand.”

“It was the only way,” he says, as if in warning, but Sylvie cups his face in her hands before the tears can fall from his eyes.

Centuries. Lifetimes. The same day, over and over again. Reality unspooling, starting with Victor Timely and ending with her, again and again. Their fight in the Citadel at the end of time, relived hundreds of times, always with the same ending. Always the death of He Who Remains, and the unraveling of everything, failure after failure after failure.

And yet in all of them, she does not kiss him. And he cannot bring himself to kill her. Until only one choice remains.

I know what kind of god I need to be. For you.

Sylvie watches in Loki’s memory as the temporal radiation burns away his TVA uniform, as his magic replaces it with something older, something primal, something true. She watches as he grasps the decaying branches of the multiverse and breathes life into them, wills them to live, to be whole and part of a whole.

She watches as the branches twist around each other, each variation of the timeline finding support in its neighbors, building into something greater than the sum of every moment of every timeline that has ever existed.

She sees the shape of what Loki has done, the enormous, infinite tree dancing in the nothingness outside of time. Yggdrasil, the worldstree, green and glowing, alive and growing, all because Loki willed it so. To restore freewill and safeguard it forever. For all of us.

His hands cover hers and Loki gently pries her fingers away from his face. “Enough, Sylvie. Enough. I know what I’ve done.”

There are tears on her face, the apple-scented wind plucking at the wetness as she stands there, staring at Loki. Even without the enchantment, she can see him sitting on his throne, alone but for the infinite tree he tends.

“It was the only way?” she asks in the ruins of her voice. It is only when he folds his hands around hers that she realizes she is shaking, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Not like dancing. Like shattering, collapsing in on herself with the weight of what he’s done.

“No,” Loki admits. “There was one other way. I could have left He Who Remains in charge. I could have let the TVA go back to pruning the timelines. But I would have had to kill you. I would have had to kill you with my own hands, and watch as you died, and then betray everything you ever believed in. I lived every variation of every action I could possibly change, but not that one. Not that.”

“You don’t even know me,” Sylvie blurts out before the words have fully formed in her mind. All of this, to save her? She cannot, she cannot—

Loki’s expressive face twists, stung by her words, hurt in this moment even beyond the deep sorrow that he wears like a cloak. “Of course I know you,” he says, wounded, his gaze searching her face. “Like I’ve never known anyone. Sylvie, I lov—”

She surges up onto her toes and kisses him, there among the apple trees. She kisses him for what he’s done, for what he refused to do. She kisses him for the loneliness they have both known far too much of, she kisses him for coming when she sang for him to come home. She kisses him because there is nothing else she can do, because there was never any other way for her, either.

And Loki kisses her in return, with a desperation borne of years, centuries, lifetimes of facing this alone. He kisses her in the apple garden, as the trees dance and the waterfalls stand still. He is there, kissing her, but also somewhere else, far away and outside time, tending to the tree that he gave his life to save.

“I can’t stay,” he says when they finally part, pressing his forehead to hers, his hands cupping her jaw in an echo of how she had enchanted him moments before. “I want to stay, more than anything, Sylvie, but I can’t, I can’t.”

“I know,” she assures him, even as she clutches at his robes for fear he will disappear at any moment. “I know you can’t stay here with me,” she says, then takes a deep breath to steady her ragged voice, her thundering heart. “But you don’t have to be alone.”

Loki pulls away abruptly, only far enough to see her face, confusion pinching his features.

“We’re gods, you said,” Sylvie explains, tripping over her words, her voice trembling with the weight of what she has already done, the weight of what she plans to do. “We have a responsibility. That’s what you told me, in that ridiculous room full of pie. We can’t just give everyone freewill and then walk away.” She offers him a small smile, the best she can summon at the current moment. “You have to sustain Yggdrasil. But you don’t have to do it alone.”

“I did this for you,” he says, holding on to her as desperately as she is clutching at him. “So you could have a life. That’s what you said you wanted, to live.”

“It’s freewill, Loki,” she says, shaking her head. “You can’t just give it to everyone and then be surprised when I use it to choose to be with you. I know what kind of god I need to be. You taught me that. I won’t let you bear this burden alone. That’s the kind of god I choose to be.”

“I can’t let you sacrifice yourself for me—”

“The only sacrifice would be giving you up.”

He gazes at her for a long moment, his uncertainty slowly transforming, then sings softly, “I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene,” and this time Sylvie understands the words. “Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem. I eplehagen står møyen den vene, og synger: ‘når kommer du hjem?’”

The apple orchard dissolves around them, replaced by the rippling greens and blues and purples of Yggdrasil, shimmering in the darkness outside of time.

“Home,” Sylvie says, and kisses him again.

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blondie20000 · 7 months

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Burgers, Fries with some Spice - Loki x Sylvie

I wrote this before episode 2 came out. As I said before it is on Ao3 but I am posting here as well in case people prefer to read on here. Contains season 2 spoilers.

They found her they found Sylvie!

Loki couldn't contain his joy as they walked towards the entrance to McDonald's. He couldn't wait to see her. Mobius trailed behind looking baffled as he gazed up at the infamous restaurant.

"Of all places." He muttered to himself. "The world no the universe might be ending and she goes to freaking McDonald's?"

Loki spins round and gives his friend a grin.

"It's a good hiding place. Who would imagine well me working in a place like this?"

"But it's not a good hiding place." Mobius frowned. "We just found her."

The grin is immediately wiped off Loki's face.

"Right?" He nods sheepishly. "Good point."

"So." Mobius folds his arms. "What are we doing? How do you want to approach this?"

"Well for starters you can stay outside." Mobius raised an eyebrow at that. "It's best if I go in alone." Loki explains. "I'm the probably the only one who can get through to her."

"Yeah and that worked out well last time." Mobius replied sarcastically.

Loki sighs and closes his eyes.

"I nearly had her...I...We..." Mobius wasn't prepared to listen to his bullshit. He goes to walk past but the God of Mischief stops him. "Look just give me a chance okay? I didn't have enough time before this time I will do it I will reach her...You got to let me do this. Please Mobius."

Loki is giving him the puppy dog eyes again the one where Mobius ends up giving in and letting the bastard get what he wants.

But no Mobius wasn't giving in this time. He instead stands up straight and gives Loki a stern look.

Loki's eyes grew wider he is pleading (Loki will not admit that out loud) to Mobius begging him to let him to do this give him another chance to make this right. Mobius stared back. A minute into the staring contest Mobius finally gives up.

God damm it!

"Fine. " He sighed. "If you get kicked through another door it's not my problem."

Loki looked ready to argue again but then decided against it. He then closed his mouth, gives his friend a glare then storms off into the restaurant.

When Loki stepped inside he is immediately greeted with a kid that had icecream drooling down his mouth. The kid gives him a goofy grin showing he had several teeth missing. Loki froze unsure on what to do. Then the kid's mother called him and the kid ran back to the table.

Sighing with relief Loki goes off to search for his alternative self.

He scans the room. He sees all couples and families sat together eating their meals. Seeing this made Loki's heart ache. It reminded him of the life he has left behind, the people he has left behind. His Mother, his Father, his Brother. All of them gone.

He is all that is left. He is alone, trapped in something that is bigger than anything he has ever faced before and it scared no terrified him.

Suddenly needing her more than ever Loki's eyes dart around the room. Trying to spot the familiar blonde hair. Then Loki stopped.

His eyes land on her.

"Sylvie. " He whispered.

Sylvie froze.

She then turns round to face him.

She looked pissed.

But Loki didn't care he was happy to see her.

He walks up the counter grinning from ear to ear. Sylvie folds her arms and frowns at him.

"What do you want?"

He huffs a laugh.

"And nice to see you too."

Sylvie let out a scowl and she turns to the cash register.

"If you are not here to order then get out." Loki raises an eyebrow. "I mean it." She glared at him. "You are holding up the line?"

Loki glanced over his shoulder. There is no one behind him.

"Right?"

"It will get busy. It always does."

"Right." He repeated.

Sylvie sighs.

"Loki I can't deal with this right now."

"Can't deal with what exactly? The part where you messed up?" She shoots him a death glare. Loki wasn't backing down. "Or the part where you kicked me through the door and went MIA? Hmm? We been looking for you Sylvie."

"We?"

"Mobius."

"Is he here?"

Loki didn't respond.

Sylvie again sighs.

"They are looking for you as well." Loki then said. "The TVA."

"Did it not ever occur to you that you could bring them here?"

"We still got here before them and we will get you out of here before they find us and..."

"Loki I'm not going anywhere."

Sylvie goes to the machine and begins refilling the milkshakes. Loki frowns.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm done." She answered her back still to him.

"Done?"

"I did what I had to."

"Did you not hear the part where I said you screwed up? He is not gone Sylvie...actually he is more powerful than before he is worse and he is coming for us all." Loki grips the counter. "You don't understand this is bad really bad."

"So?"

"You said he is more powerful he is worse than the last one." Sylvie turns round and folds her arms. "What do you expect me to do? What do you expect us to do?"

"We got to stop him Sylvie."

"Stop him?" She laughs. "Like a hero? We're not heroes Loki. This is not our fight."

"So this is it huh? You are just going to stand here and entertain children all day like a freaking clown and act like nothing has happened?" He shakes his head with disbelief. "Seriously?"

"I like it here."

"You like it here?" He barked out a laugh. "Do you have any idea what I have just been through? I have been ripped from time I have been in the past, the present, the future. I was that close to being gone...gone for good."

Her eyes are wide now. Loki lowers his head and sighs heavily.

"But despite all that...I couldn't stop thinking about you." He lifts his head to look at her. "The scenarios that went through my head. I thought he...he did something to you and..." He grits his teeth. "All I thought about was that I failed...I failed to stop you I didn't do enough I...I thought I lost you for good."

A range of emotions flashed across his eyes. Guilt and fear.

"Then I saw you in the future..." He smiles slightly. "I thought maybe everything will be okay but..." His smile drops. "...seems I was wrong."

Loki looks down at her. He looked disappointed in her.

"You been here all this time...all this time while I...actually I shouldn't be surprised you are me this is what we do we only look out for ourselves."

"I'm not you."

Loki gives her a 'Really look'.

"You came back." Sylvie continued. "For me even after what I did you still came back." The mask starts to drop from her face. The emotions come through the cracks. "You care Loki you care way too much. That's why I'm not you." Her face screws up. "Nobody cared about me so I didn't care about anyone else it has always been me only me. Back there I did that for me I didn't a damm about the consequences."

"So none of that was real back there? That kiss."

Sylvie looks away.

"It was just a way to distract me, get me out of the picture?"

She continued to say nothing.

Loki shakes his head.

"Yet I don't believe you."

"Loki." Her voice is strained. "Drop it."

"No."

Stubborn bastard. She thought with a sigh.

"Look me in the eye and tell me there is nothing between us. All those moments we had didn't mean anything."

Sylvie makes eye contact with him. She looked him in the eye.

Still she said nothing.

She stared at him for several moments.

She should come out and deny it. Deny the feelings, deny the growing relationship between them but she couldn't.

Looking at him now brought her back to the moment when her lips went on his. The kiss, the passion, the emotions that poured into it. She can remember the fire that stirred in her when he took her in. She can remember the butterflies in her stomach when he expressed kindness to her. She could say he was being a nuisance and she needed him out of the way but that's not true is it? Deep down a small part of her screamed that she did that to protect him she sent him away so he wouldn't get hurt. She didn't look for him afterwards because part of her feared he wouldn't forgive her for what she did she couldn't bear the thought of him hating her she didn't want those moments of them to be tarnished by hate.

Sylvie didn't have many good memories. The time she spent with Loki was the best moments of her life. She wanted to hold on to those memories like they were treasure. She wanted to remember his smile, the way his eyes lit up every time he saw her, when he created a blanket for them even though they didn't need it but used it as a excuse to get close together. All those moments they were precious.

Imagine her shock when he came in. The happiness he had for her radiated off him. When she saw him she wanted to run and throw her arms around him and express her joy and relief that he is okay but the fear held her back the fear of getting too close to someone, the fear of getting hurt. What if she did lose him for good? Good things never last in Sylvie's life.

So she tried to push him away make out she didn't care but of course the bastard stayed put she couldn't decide whether she loved him for that or despised him for it. Then when he confessed his feelings to her when he admitted to her that she is all he has thought about Sylvie was in shock. She is right when she said nobody gave her a damm about her yet here is this man this infuriating, annoying, caring man who has made his way into her heart and made her feel things that she has never felt before about anyone. Sylvie had to admit that scared her.

Now he wanted the truth he wanted her to admit her feelings like he has admitted his. If she did that if she confessed her feelings there will be no going back. Sylvie would have to stop living in the past and move on and face whatever the future held for them.

"Sylvie?" He said his voice soft. He sounded so patient so understanding it was like he knew she would struggle with this struggle with these new emotions that are currently coursing through her.

He said to her once "I've been where you are." He probably knows her more than she knows herself (Sylvie will never admit that out loud) It should be a problem that he can read her like an open book but it isn't because it felt nice to be with someone who understands her, knows her pain, her loss, her anger and rage they both may have been on different paths but no matter what they are Loki, they are the same, they are one. When they are together they are whole and they are healing each other. That is what Loki has done for her, he has helped to gradually heal her scars, he has opened her eyes and made her see there is more to life than just revenge. Her eyes go on the children laughing and the couples smiling at each other and holding hands. Loki made her see that the world is not as simple as black and white the world is beautiful, bold and vibrant. Sylvie has never seen so much color in her life.

It is breathtaking.

And Sylvie didn't want it to stop.

Sylvie takes a deep breath.

You can only lie to yourself for so long.

She huffed a laugh at that.

Ironic.

She goes to open her mouth but a clear of a throat stops her.

"Sylvie." Her colleague comes up to her with a frown. "Is this man bothering you?"

Loki glanced at her waiting for her reply. Sylvie smirks and turns to her colleague.

"I'm taking my break."

"Huh what?"

"Now I'm taking it now." She rips off the apron and shoves it into his arms. "I won't be long. We'll just be around the back."

She gives her alternative self a knowing look. Loki understood the message perfectly. He gives her and her colleague a charming smile as he goes round the counter and follows Sylvie into the back of the restaurant.

.............

"Did I tell you that you look like crap?"

"No but thank you." Loki replied sarcastically.

Sylvie quickly scans the room to ensure no one is around. She then turns to face her alternative self and smiles. She goes towards him but he stops her.

"Sylvie." Loki sighs. "About earlier when I said you screwed up I didn't mean that...You didn't screw up we screwed we..."

"Shh." She places her finger on his lip. "You talk too much."

"But..."

"No seriously shut up." She smiled as she said it.

She brings her hand on to his cheek. He leans into her touch and closes his eyes.

"I missed this." He whispered.

Her smile widens.

"I missed you."

Her heart warmed by his words. She knows she should say something back to him but she wasn't quite there yet she wasn't open like him. Maybe as time goes on she will become openly affectionate. Right now she prefers to express herself through actions rather than words.

Sylvie made the first move. She reached up and locked her lips with his. He responds and kisses her back. He wraps his arms around and pulls her in close. He holds her tight scared that if he lets go she will vanish again.

Sylvie deepens the kiss, she pushes her tongue in and lets it roll along his. He moans. His reaction caused her heart to flutter. Moments later they both pull away. Loki goes in to kiss her again but suddenly ketchup is sprayed into his mouth. The God of Mischief gasps and spits the excessive sauce out of his mouth. He heard her giggle. He looks and sees her holding the bottle of sauce in her hand.

"Couldn't help myself." She grinned.

Loki huffed a smile. Mischief. That is what they are. It shouldn't be a surprise that moments like this will create opportunities to cause chaos and mayhem. Then making love to yourself will probably cause lots of chaos but hey who cares?

"Hilarious." He rolled his eyes and his lips find hers again.

This time the kiss is more heated more passionate. Sylvie's eyes widen with surprise as he presses her against the wall and claims her mouth with his own.

"I want you." He growled in her ear. "I want all of you."

He quickly removes her clothes. He tosses them to the side before putting his lips against hers again.

One minute Sylvie is against the wall the next minute she is on the table with him on top of her. He is still kissing her. The hunger he had for her all came pouring out into that kiss. Sylvie took it in, she hang on to every drop, stored it away into her mind with her other treasures.

Then Loki stops and moves back. He rakes her up and down with his eyes.

"So beautiful." He says.

He leans forward and runs his hand down her chest, her stomach and her thighs. His hand paused at her entrance. He brushes along the folds causing her to shiver. He smiles at her reaction.

Then suddenly he sticks his finger inside her.

Sylvie gasps as he goes inside her. Shortly after he sticks another finger in. He pushes all the way in causing her to cry out.

He starts to thrust her with his fingers. He starts off slow but then eventually picks up the pace. He hits all the sensitive spots and enjoys the sounds that come spilling from her lips.

"Fuck!" She cursed out loud.

He grins at her reaction.

He goes faster and more harsher. He keeps thrusting her until her legs tighten around him. When she did that he paused and abruptly pulls his fingers out. Sylvie moaned at the loss of contact. Sweat is already pouring down her brow. Loki laughs at her. She is a mess already.

"Oh darling." He smirked. "We are just getting started."

Her eyes go wide at that. So many thoughts flash across her mind. What was he going to do? What happens next? Will she able to survive this? Her thoughts stop when she sees Loki pick up the bottle of ketchup from earlier.

"What are you going to do with that?" She asked.

He again smirked.

"Lets just say two can play at that game."

Before Sylvie could respond Loki opens the bottle and starts to pour the sauce on to her stomach.

"LOKI!" She cried out in shock.

Loki climbs on top of her and admires the work he has done.

"Hmm...delicious." He licks his lips in a seductive manner. "Can't wait to have a taste."

As soon as he said that his tongue goes on her belly and he begins to lick her up.

His cool wet tongue on her hot sweaty skin caused Sylvie to flinch and tremble under his grasp. She again let out another gasp as his tongue moves downwards and starts to lick her folds. Sylvie pushed herself into his face. A whine escapes her as his long strokes caused electric shocks to spread across her body.

"Fuck Loki!" She cursed.

Loki pulls his tongue out and looks up at her with a questioning brow.

"I thought you preferred to be called Sylvie?"

Sylvie glares at him but the expression doesn't last long. Her face immediately crumbles when his tongue goes back inside her again. He pushes his tongue in deep and hungrily licks her up and down.

Loki then stops and towers over her again. His lips go back on to hers. Sylvie can taste herself along with the ketchup. It was a strange combination but it worked well. It summarized their situation perfectly. Making love to yourself is the most weirdest thing Sylvie has ever done yet no matter how strange it sounded it worked. They worked so well together.

Loki fondled her breasts, he squeezed her already hard nipples and nibbled her earlobe. Every time Sylvie tried to speak her words came out jumbled. She couldn't think straight when she is around him. It drove her bloody mad. Yet she couldn't complain.

Eventually Sylvie did find the strength, she felt her magic thrumming beneath her fingers. She closes her eyes and mentally counts herself in. Then she opens them and smirks at her alternative self.

"You had your fun. Now its my turn."

Sylvie suddenly flies her hands forward. Within a second Loki is on the table and Sylvie is on top of him. She runs her hand along his cheek. She grinned at his stunned expression.

"Anything to say?" She asked.

He didn't reply.

"Speechless?" She laughed. "That's a first." She leans forward. Her breath inches away from his. "Let me return the favor." She whispered with a smile.

She then gives him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his clothes and ripping it off him. She splits the clothes in half and sends them flying in various directions. He snorted and rolled his eyes.

"So dramatic."

"We love to put on a show." She smirked.

"Born to be an entertainer."

"Indeed. It is our forte."

She goes down and latches on to his nipples. She bites down hard on them. He shuddered and moaned as she started to make her way down his body.

She licks, nicks and trails her hands over his body. She cherishes all of him takes in every part of him she wants to remember this forever.

His breathing has gone shallow when she reaches his dick. She stopped and admired it. She took it into her hands and runs her fingers along it. She then looks into his screwed up face and smiles.

He is handsome.

Loving yourself, complimenting yourself.

How vain.

Sylvie laughed. It again reminded her how bizarre this all is.

But she didn't care because she wanted this and he wanted this. She wanted to make sure this is perfect for them she didn't want to let him down.

Sylvie suddenly grasps his length in her hands. Loki cries out when she draws him into her mouth. She sucks, licks and teases him. His hips thrusted uncontrollably, making her take more of him into her warm mouth.

"SYLVIE!"

Hearing her name roll off his tongue sent a wave of excitement through her. She increased her pace, her head bops up and down as she took him all the way in. He again cried out her name. He moans with pleasure and desire.

Eventually Sylvie removes herself from him. She makes a pop sound as his dick slides out of her mouth. She smiles at his flustered face. He trembles as she makes her way back to him.

"I need you inside me." She said her voice husky. Her eyes dark with lust.

Loki gazes up at her. Seeing her being like this for him made him weak to his knees.

"So do I." He responds his voice breathless. "I need you inside me now. Sylvie."

His eyes flash green. His lips form into a snarl. He then reaches out, grabs her waist and pulls her on top of him. Sylvie didn't fight him. She enjoyed this she loved this animalistic side to him. She couldn't help but feel smug knowing only she can do this to him.

"Fuck me!" He yelled. "Fuck me!"

Sylvie badly wanted to go in and fuck him right here and right now but first she decided to tease him a bit longer. She wags her finger at him.

"What's the magic word?"

"You fucking kidding me?"

"That's not it."

"My God Sylvie!"

"What God are we talking about here? Odin?"

"Seriously?"

"It was just a guess?"

"You bring my Father into this?"

"Well he is not really your Father."

He does a dramatic eye roll.

"Thanks for giving me that image. Its gross."

"Aww have I turned you off?" Sylvie laughed.

He shakes his head.

"Never. Now no more games."

"I still haven't got the magic word."

"Sylvie."

"Loki."

He sighs.

"Are you always this annoying?"

"Funny I was going to ask you the same thing?"

"I'm not annoying."

"You are."

"Am not."

"You totally are."

"No I'm not."

"You are. You are the most annoying person to exist."

Loki shakes his head and studies her for several moments.

"No wonder Thor got fed up of me." He thought out loud.

"So you just admitted you are annoying."

"No."

"Yes."

"Did not."

"You just brought your brother into our session."

"I..." Loki closed his mouth and groaned out loud.

"Thanks for the imagery." She says "It sucks."

He glares at her. Sylvie cups his cheeks in her hands.

"You're cute when you are mad." She says.

"Sylvie can you..." He takes a deep breath. "Can you please get in."

"Thank you! See now that wasn't so hard."

"Bitch." He muttered.

"Wanker." She spat back and grinned. She loved winding him up.

Sylvie then positions herself between his legs. A low moan escapes her lips as she pushed Loki deeper and deeper inside of her. Sylvie leans forward and lifts her hips slightly before getting Loki deep inside again. Loki lifts his hips to allow him to meet Sylvie for each thrust.

Sylvie started to pick up the pace. She went faster and harder. Loki cried out her name. He holds on to her hips tight as she continued to ride him. She grasps his hair and pulls him forward. She kisses him hard. Loki's eyes widen but then he pushes back just as hard.

Sylvie shook as he kissed her. A tear rolls down her cheek and she found herself smiling into the kiss. As that happened Sylvie felt herself reaching her climax. She wraps her arms his neck and whispers.

"I need to..."

"So do I."

They look at each other.

"Okay?" He says.

She nods.

"Okay."

They rode out their climax. They both let go at the same time. Sylvie bit down on his neck as she let out her release. He buried his head into the crook of her neck as he did his. They both let out a cry then Loki falls back on to the table with Sylvie going down with him.

Neither of them spoke they just stared at the ceiling. Then Loki turns his head and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. He smiles lovingly at her. Sylvie blushed and smiled shyly back.

Loki then reaches out and intertwines his fingers with hers. He breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't pull away. Instead she increased her hold on him not wanting to let go. They stayed like that enjoying each other's company.

Seconds later there is a bang followed by a voice.

"What the Hell?"

Loki sits up. His head snaps towards the door. His eyes go as wide as saucers.

"Crap."

Sylvie turns to see what he is looking at.

"Crap." She repeated.

Mobius stood in the doorway. His eyes looked like they are going to pop out of his head.

"Loki." Mobius shakes his head. "Sylvie."

Remembering they are naked Loki waves his hand and the clothes appear back on their bodies again. Loki jumps up from the table and raises his hands.

"It is not how it looks."

Mobius gives him a 'Seriously look'.

"Not how it looks?"

"I..." Loki smiles a little. "I got through to her."

"Yeah." Mobius nods his face pale. "You certainly reached her alright." He steps into the room. His nose crinkled as the smell of sex hits him. "I'm going to be sick." He muttered.

"Good to see you too Mobius." Sylvie said sounding awkward.

Mobius was still walking around the room muttering "What is wrong with you?" He quickly glanced at the table. He grimaced and looks away again. "Oh my God argh Jesus."

"Sylvie!" Her colleague comes storming in. His face is fuming. "You think this is acceptable?" He gestures to the table. His hands are on his hips.

"I can explain."

"Don't bother." He cuts her off. "You are fired."

"What?"

"You heard me? You are fired. Get out of my sight and you and you!" He points at Loki and Mobius. "All of you leave now!"

"Don't need to ask me twice." Mobius replied with a shaky nod. "I would suggest cleaning this room...twice. Maybe bless it as well...Yeah do that." He feels something touch his foot. He looks down and sees the ketchup pouring out of the bottle on to his feet. Mobius sighs. "Great." He kicks the bottle away and again shakes his head with disgust. "Remind me to never eat from this place."

"Uh sure." Loki replied.

Mobius spins round and raises his finger at him.

"Not another word from you. Now come on."

Mobius turns and runs a hand through his hair.

"Why me? Why me?" He asked himself miserably.

He then left the room.

Sylvie and Loki look at each other.

"Well it was fun while it lasted." Sylvie shrugged. "But he is right we better get going the universe is not going to save itself."

Loki's eyes widen.

"So you are going to..."

"Keep an eye on you and make sure you don't do anything stupid."

Loki laughs.