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Sylvie x Reader

Summary: Sylvie doesn't quite understand what you make her feel, or what she should do about it. All she knows is that you've brought a warmth to her life that had been long lost. So when you ask her to spend Christmas with you, how could she ever say no?

A/N: This is, or was supposed to be, a quick and sweet lil story with my favorite lady to give her the Christmas she deserves. Naturally, I got a little (a lot) carried away. I also feel like my writing turned out rather different in this, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. <3

Word count: 6k

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You were not something she expected to have. Sylvie may even go as far as saying you were not something she wanted to have. Not in the beginning, at least.

It was a normal day at work the first time she saw you. During a late afternoon, with golden rays of a setting sun seeping through the windows of McDonald's. You walked in with a backpack hanging from one shoulder and the ghost of a smile on your lips. You ordered a burger and fries accompanied by an orange juice, a combination Sylvie didn't serve too often. You thanked her with an even wider smile and sat on one of the tables closest to the window. You finished eating and didn't leave, instead, you pulled a sketchbook from your backpack and started scribbling something down. All the while that you stayed, Sylvie could feel your eyes on her from time to time.

A routine started then. You'd come by almost every day, at the same time, make the same order, sit at the same table, and pull out the same sketchbook. And it went on for weeks.

There was something about you that Sylvie couldn't put her finger on, something that stole her focus and forced her to recount the change at least twice when you were around. Your presence carried an aura of calmness, being around you was easy, and talking to you felt like breathing.

Slowly, order by order, you and Sylvie grew closer. Slowly, Sylvie started to expect your presence at the end of each day.

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Today was a Thursday, a day you usually stopped by. When the clock on the wall hit 4 PM, Sylvie found herself stealing glances at the main doors. Sometimes she'd chastise herself for the childish behavior, after all, why should she care if you stop by or not?

A cold breeze came in through the open windows. Sylvie leaned on the counter beside the cash register, looking out onto the parking lot; it was covered in a thin layer of white. The snow had slowly and thinly started falling just a few days ago, announcing the definitive arrival of winter and the ever-approaching festivities of the end of the year—as did the obnoxious Christmas decorations scattered all around the inside of the fast food place.

She had heard her colleagues here talking about it, Christmas, and from what Sylvie gathered it was a time for celebration and gifts, a time to spend with loved ones. When the matter came up in conversation, Sylvie hid in the corners, making herself look busy and distracted with anything she could think of. She didn't want to answer the casual questions of where she'd be spending her Christmas at, who she'd be spending it with. She didn't want to admit she had no one at all and would likely spend the night at a bar, alone.

The sound of the door being pushed open brought Sylvie back to reality, she looked up only to see you walking in, with your backpack on one shoulder and bundled up in a hoodie with a jacket on top to chase away the cold.

It was new to her, the fluttering in her stomach whenever she saw you and the warmth on her cheeks whenever you smiled at her. Everything was new. Sylvie didn't know what to do with the feelings you brought to her. It's not like she had many of those when jumping through apocalypses.

Your eyes met hers and your smile was instant, you adjusted your hold on your backpack as you approached the counter. Your greeting came in the form of a question; "Why is it that good things always have to hurt a little?"

Sylvie raised an eyebrow at you, an amused smile of her own fighting its way to her lips. Her fingernails tapped the counter softly. There were small flakes of snow hanging onto your hair, your clothes, glittering under the artificial lights; why did they make you look prettier still?

"The snow," You nodded toward the big windows behind you, "So beautiful yet so unforgivingly cold, isn't it?"

A low hum went past Sylvie's lips, she shrugged with a teasing smirk. "I don't know, I don't think it's that cold."

You huffed, already familiar with the statement yet baffled all the same, "That's because you're a special case I'm still trying to figure out."

She narrowed her eyes at you, her voice just a tad lower, "Good luck with that."

You avoided her eyes and nodded softly, smile lingering on your features. You leaned your elbows on the counter then, hands coming to stay just inches away from Sylvie's. She wondered what it would feel like to touch you.

Sylvie cleared her throat, promptly chasing away the thought. She grabbed her notepad and pen, her customer service voice making an appearance; "The usual?"

"Uh yeah," you sounded just a tad disappointed. As Sylvie wrote down your order, you leaned just a bit forward and closer to her, pursing your lips before saying; "So, any plans for Christmas?"

The pen in Sylvie's hand gave a sudden and rather forceful scratch, nearly tearing the paper. She halted, intently glaring at the out-of-place line that was now written on top of the word 'fries'. She held the silence for a moment longer, her jaw set tightly in place. For the first time in a long time, she hesitated. "… No."

A soft frown came to your features. You didn't ask, but the question was there.

"I'll probably just sleep in," Sylvie glanced up at you with her lips pressed together in a smile that looked a little too forced. She didn't give you time to answer. "Your order will be ready in a minute." She informed you, before turning around to fiddle with the ice cream machine she had already organized this morning.

Two minutes later, your order was ready. You mumbled a gentle 'thank you' to Sylvie before making a beeline to your usual table near the windows.

It was a little pathetic, really—you thought to yourself as you munched your burger—how quickly you became infatuated with the pretty attendant from your local McDonald's. Sylvie had captured your attention since the first day you walked in and said your order to her. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. But there was something else there, something about her eyes and the way she carried herself and interacted with others, that gave away the impression that she had lived a thousand lives, seen a thousand worlds, and now carried the weight of it.

Sylvie was, what you liked to call, an artist's utopia. The perfect muse. Everything about her was screaming to be written down in novels and painted to be hung in a museum. Her genuine smiles whenever she delivered a random order as well as the closed-off and tense ones whenever her colleagues crowded her. The prideful way she'd glance at her name plastered on the employee of the month display as well as the melancholic look in her eyes when she climbed in her truck at the end of the day. Each part of her seemed to tell a story bigger than anything you could fathom.

And that, was simply something you couldn't bring yourself to ignore. It started as a mere sketch of her serious expression on the first day you noticed her. And then you came back, once, twice. And it evolved into her being the biggest constant in your sketchbook. There were scribbles of her profile, her back, sometimes just her eyes or hands, smiles and frowns. Each piece of her as seen by your eyes, now eternal, shaped by the grey lines of your pencil.

Whatever could you do, after all? She was enchanting.

In the end, it was expected that she would become quite familiar with you, given how much you stop by. But you were pleasantly surprised to realize that you two clicked rather well. You'd go as far as calling her a friend now.

And today, you noticed the hints of sorrow that always danced in her expressive eyes making a more vivid appearance. Maybe that's the reason why you threw caution to the wind.

When you finished your meal, you picked up your backpack and promptly walked towards the counter Sylvie stood behind. Deciding that if you waited, your courage would most likely vanish.

She perked up when she noticed you coming towards her, a mix of confusion and expectancy painting her features. Her posture straightened as she reached for the notepad, expecting another order.

You cleared your throat, unable to properly meet her gaze and choosing to fiddle with the pen lying around in front of her. "You know, my family lives a few hours from here and I don't plan on driving there this year." Glancing up at Sylvie, you had to hold back a smile at the sight of her adorable frown. "So, I was thinking… Maybe, if- if you want," you held her gaze, words heavy on your tongue, "We could spend Christmas together." It came out more like a question than anything else. You bit the inside of your cheek, and waited.

Sylvie breathed in sharply, her shoulders tensing. Her eyes shifted from one side to the other, as if looking for an answer around the vicinity. For excruciatingly long seconds, she said nothing. And you were already thinking of a half-assed excuse to give her an out when she finally spoke.

"Okay." You'd never heard her voice this small. "I'd like that," she smiled then, it was a sweet, little thing, barely a stretch of lips; but it warmed your heart like nothing else could.

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The day before Christmas arrived both too soon and too late. Sylvie woke up this morning and her first thought of the day, as she still lay in bed, was you. And how she would be meeting you at McDonald's just like every day before, but today there was a break in the pattern; she would be leaving with you. Together.

Sylvie had reluctantly agreed to spend the night at your place when you insisted Christmas morning was the most special and crucial part of the holiday. Yet now, as the day finally was upon her, she began to wonder if she'd dug her own grave. Because her stomach twisted with the mere thought of it, her body felt all warm and fuzzy knowing she'd be spending so much time by your side, and her heartbeat skyrocketed knowing she'd be waking up the next morning only for you to be the first one she sees.

As Sylvie drove to work, she couldn't help but admit that this whole Christmas thing gave the town a rather pleasant look. Several decorations in bright red, golden, and green could be spotted in every corner of the town; string lights were a must in most buildings and houses; and inside each store at least one small Christmas tree was present.

While stopped at a red light, Sylvie's mind wandered to one specific aspect of the tradition. Gift giving.

Should she get you a gift? Did she want to?

She had never given or received any gifts. She wasn't sure if the two of you were close enough for it to be acceptable.

She gulped, grip tightening on the steering wheel. Her gaze roamed around the stores nearby and people walking on the snowy sidewalks. Just in case.

And a little further down the street, in a small corner beside a bakery, Sylvie spotted a retail store.

It wouldn't hurt to take a look, she decided.

The selection of items inside the store was… less than pleasing. They weren't bad in on themselves, but as Sylvie browsed the racks of hoodies and sweatpants and t-shirts, she felt that nothing seemed right. In her eyes, nothing particularly suited you and nothing was good enough.

A sigh went past Sylvie's lips as she ran a hand through her hair, messing it up more than it already was. She felt lost, out of place in her own skin. The few people around her were minding their own business, eyes fixed on the clothes they were after. Yet she couldn't help but think they were watching her.

She didn't know how to do this. Any of it. She didn't know what it was that you made her feel; she didn't know how to act around you without looking like this was her first shot at a normal life; she didn't know how to buy a damn gift for you.

Her mind started spiraling and she second-guessed her decision to ever say yes to all of this.

Sylvie was about to bolt out of the store and come up with some excuse about not being able to join you, when her eyes caught sight of a green and golden scarf. It was hung by itself and looked rather out of place amidst the t-shirts beside it.

Sylvie made a beeline for it, instantly reaching out to run her fingers through the soft fabric. It was comfortable to the touch, dark green wool woven with specks of details in gold; carefully made, not a string in the wrong place.

Carefully, Sylvie took it fully in her hands. This is it, she decided with a faint smile. This is perfect. You were always complaining about being cold, after all.

She walked up to the cashier with a newfound confidence, holding tight onto the precious scarf. "It's a gift," she stated rather proudly, "How do I do this?"

The woman behind the counter looked less than pleased to be working on Christmas Eve, she raised an unamused eyebrow at Sylvie; "You want it wrapped?"

Sylvie hesitated for a beat, and then recalled the many customers she had served who held bags themed with reindeer, Santas, and the like, all carrying wrapped gifts inside. It seemed to be the appropriate decision. "Yes."

After her detour for gift shopping, the day went about as normal as it could. Sylvie got to work barely on time, parked her truck in her usual spot, served a few customers, and watched as thin snowflakes fell from the sky. It wasn't a busy day, only a few and far in between walked in to grab a lunch, and most of them took it in a to-go bag.

When the clock hit 4 PM, however, Sylvie grew restless. She would be leaving earlier today, and you would be stopping by any minute now.

"Ah, almost time to leave," Carla, one of Sylvie's colleagues and one of the few who'd also agreed to work at this time of year, sighed from her place on the other side of the counter.

"Yep," Sylvie mumbled, her eyes fixed on the parking lot outside.

"Can't wait to not come to work tomorrow," Carla chuckled, "Gonna be spending the day with my kids." She smiled to herself and turned to look at Sylvie properly; "You got any plans, Sylvie?"

The enchantress' instinct was to deflect the question with something else, but her lips hovered and she found herself being engulfed in a foreign emotion. "Yes," she breathed, "I do." The soft smile on her lips held more sentiment than she cared to admit.

A gush of wind washed over her then, making her hair flow. She looked towards the entrance and saw you standing between the open doors. A familiar smile crinkled the sides of your eyes and you raised a gloved hand in a timid wave.

"And she just arrived," Sylvie spoke, more to herself than to her colleague, words dripping with something akin to adoration. She took off her hat, picked up her checkered trenchcoat from the back, and bid Clara goodbye before walking up to you.

"Hey," you greeted her, burying your hands in the pockets of your jacket. Voice sweet as honey and cheeks pink from the cold. "You ready to go?"

It scared her, that you could so easily strip her of her defenses. Her muscle memory sometimes urged Sylvie to hold onto the handle of a sword that wasn't there. If only to feel some sense of security.

She gulped, wriggling the ends of her sleeves between her fingers. This warmth, these colors you'd unintentionally brought to her life—she never realized how much she craved it until you came along.

Maybe she doesn't need her defenses anymore.

"Yeah."

With that, Sylvie climbed into her truck and you followed, giving her the instructions that led to your house. The drive was comfortable, the weight of your presence beside her, surprisingly, didn't throw her off; on the contrary, it felt like you belonged there—talking about the upcoming snowstorm of tonight and pointing out the blinking lights you passed by.

Your home turned out to be exactly as Sylvie expected it to be. Two trees stood tall in front of the small house made of dark wood, several string lights were hung all over the porch, and there was a Santa plushie peering through the window. The inside was all warm and homey, each nook and cranny of your house exuded comfort and peace.

You took off your jacket, haphazardly throwing it over the couch, and kicked off your shoes. "Please, make yourself at home," you gestured around with a wide smile. "I'm gonna make some hot chocolate to warm up, would you like one?"

With her heart in her mouth, after a lifetime of living in cold, apocalyptic worlds, Sylvie allowed herself to be enveloped by the warmth. The blinking lights of the Christmas tree in your living room danced over her skin; in her wildest dreams, she'd dreamt of this. Tears prickled her eyes.

A gentle touch brushed her fingers, and Sylvie held her breath. She glanced down to see your fingers hesitantly hooking around hers. You'd noticed the crumbling walls around her—Sylvie didn't mind. Your touch raised goosebumps on her skin. She held you tighter, "I'd love one."

You led her to the kitchen, talking about the bathroom at the end of the hall and the guest bedroom she'd be staying at, only letting go of her hand when you had to start preparing the two mugs of hot chocolate. "I'm glad you agreed to come here," you spoke casually, keeping your back to Sylvie as you skimmed around the kitchen. "I was- I was afraid you'd think I was weird for asking."

Sylvie chuckled, bashful eyes looking down at her hands. Her heart wanted to jump from her chest. She bit her lip, wondering if it would be too foolish to admit what it meant. "I was glad you did," she confessed quietly, both to you and herself. "I'd be alone otherwise."

Your movements halted, and after a beat of silence, you glanced at her over your shoulder. "I would too."

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Hours went by like minutes. Chocolate wraps and a half-empty bottle of wine were now discarded on your coffee table. Somewhere along the late hours of the night, you and Sylvie ended up bundled together on your couch under a blanket, sharing stories and laughing to your heart's content as if you'd known each other for years.

You'd lost count of how many embarrassing childhood memories you'd already spilled for her, all so you could hear that laugh of hers again and again. She was beautiful like that. With the warm glow of your fireplace highlighting her features, the shape of her smile, and the strands of her hair. You did your best to capture this exact image of her in your mind, so you could put it on paper later.

Sylvie lay on one side of the couch while you occupied the other, her legs were tangled with yours under the blanket. Maybe this wasn't just a mere infatuation, you mused to yourself, drinking in the spark of her eyes and the weight of her body on yours.

She leaned her head on the back of the couch, looking at you as her smile faded from a wide grin to a soft tilt of lips. She had the look of someone who just discovered something magical. You couldn't help but think you weren't too different.

Her very presence was like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. Her melodic voice was the last thing you heard before drifting off to a light slumber, dreaming of warm colors and bright eyes.

It was a ten, maybe fifteen-minute thing. One of those naps that catch you by surprise when you're engulfed in comfort.

You woke with the feeling of the couch moving beside you and then heard the sound of pages being carefully turned. The blanket still rested comfortably over your body and the fireplace still cracked with a low flame. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you came to only to be greeted with the sight of Sylvie sitting by your side, with your sketchbook in her hands.

You inhaled sharply and held the air in your lungs, bunching up the edges of your blanket in your hands. Suddenly wide awake. You could vaguely recall forgetting the book on top of the kitchen table this morning.

Her hands held the book almost reverently, delicate fingertips tracing the lines that shaped sketches of her. They were fairly endless and now that you watched as she turned the pages, you realized there were more than what you accounted for. The dark graphite on paper outlined her hair, her eyes, her lips; and Sylvie herself gazed down at the drawings with her lips parted and eyes glazed over.

You gulped, with any possible words stuck in your throat. Would she be mad? creeped out? Maybe never want to speak with you again?

You knew that she knew you were awake already, yet for long moments, Sylvie held the silence. Her lower lip twitched at each new image of her that she discovered in your book. It almost looked like she was holding her breath too.

Gripping tightly onto your book, Sylvie finally looked up at you again; "Did you… make these?" It was nothing but a breath, almost as if she was afraid of the answer.

You merely nodded, avoiding her eyes.

Sylvie breathed in, it sounded a lot like a sniffle. She pursed her lips, looking down at the book and then back at you. "Why?"

You cocked your head to the side, focusing past your thundering heart and on the soft curve of her eyebrows and the way her bright eyes reflected the orange flames of the fireplace—they glimmered, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say it was because there were tears there.

"I uh-" Your voice stumbled, and you cleared your throat to compose yourself. "You were… captivating ever since the first time I saw you. I thought that- that there was a lot of beauty and…" You bit your lip, hesitating. "And a lot of sadness, in you. And I just… wanted to capture it. I couldn't help it, I'm sorry."

A gentle smile came to Sylvie's lips, there were too many emotions swimming behind her eyes for you to put your finger on any of them. "You think I'm…" her words were quiet, private. Her fingers fiddled with one of the pages. "I'm beautiful?"

You opened your mouth to answer just as your gaze caught sight of the window that led to your porch. Outside, you could see the heavy snow falling from the sky. A soft gasp went past your lips, "The snowstorm is starting." You threw the blanket off your lap and ran to your door, haphazardly putting on your boots before yanking the door open and rushing outside.

The snowflakes clouded the dark horizon of the night, falling rapidly like summer rain and collecting on the streets in a white blanket. The lone lamposts cast a golden light on the increasing snowfall, if you pretended enough, it almost looked like specks of magic. The snow had always fascinated you. Despite the chilling cold it brought, you always waited eagerly for the first real snowfall of the year.

You stood in the open space of your yard, looking up at the sky and watching as cold stars fell upon your skin and clung to your clothes.

Slow footsteps that crunched the snow captured your attention. You turned around and saw Sylvie joining you, her eyes were wide in amazement as she watched the white flakes cascading down from the sky. She raised a hand to try and catch the snow, carefully so, as if the natural phenomenon could scare easily.

The snow kissed her pink cheeks and landed on her gently outstretched hand, it surrounded her as if it chose to fall tonight only so her eyes could witness, touching her with delicacy, all intimate and tender as some of the flakes melted on her. You were envious of their privilege. A breathless chuckle escaped Sylvie, and her gaze turned to you. There was a near child-like excitement glinting in her pupils and it was enchanting.

You watched as the faded light of the street lamps outlined her body, as the snowflakes clung to her eyelashes and brought a smile to her lips. The world around you blurred at the edges; there was only her and the snow. "Beautiful," you simply breathed, not an ounce of doubt in your words.

Sylvie blinked multiple times, her smile fading yet the shine in her eyes increasing tenfold. The air was suddenly charged with electricity, warm under the cold weather. Sylvie's lips parted, and you thought you saw her glancing down at your lips.

You chanced a step closer, and then another, running your tongue over your bottom lip. One of your hands brushed hers, while the other came up to tuck strands of blonde hair behind her ear.

Sylvie gripped your hand as soon as she felt your touch, as if you could disappear with the snow at any second.

"More than beautiful." The increasing wind nearly carried your voice away. You traced the outline of Sylvie's jaw with your thumb, the same one you'd traced with your pencil countless times before. "I don't think I could ever tire of drawing you."

There was no time for you to react before Sylvie took hold of your cheeks with both hands and pulled you in. Her lips crashed with yours with an unexpected delicacy. She came closer until her bare feet stood between your boots and her chest was flush with yours, as if no amount of closeness was close enough.

Her kiss was tentative and almost shy in a way, the softest lips moving in tandem with yours like they belonged together. You gripped her waist, onto the fabric of her plaid pajama shirt that you thought looked oh so adorable on her as soon as you saw her change into it.

With your eyes closed, all you could feel were Sylvie's warm touch and gasps that you kissed away, a striking contrast to the cold snowflakes falling onto your skin and melting between each stolen kiss. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Sylvie's fingers buried in the hair at the nape of your neck, she pulled away only a fraction of a second, bumping her nose with yours to fill her lungs with only the amount of air enough to get her lips back on yours. Surrendering herself to the moment, to you.

Your fingertips sneaked beneath her shirt, gingerly brushing against the skin of her hip. Sylvie shivered under your touch. Her lips tasted like chocolate and wine, all sweet and addictive.

When she pulled away, Sylvie refused to go far. Her doe eyes were swimming in a sea of adoration, almost pleadingly so. You tugged her closer still, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead. It felt like a promise, the world frozen in place to hold the moment.

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When Sylvie woke up the very next morning, she wasn't sure if it had been a dream or not. Golden rays of sunlight seeped through the window and made the snow outside shine like glitter. Sylvie touched her lips with the tip of her fingers, the memory felt almost too perfect to be real. But then again, she doubted her subconscious would ever gift her with such a blessing over the night.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sylvie glanced at the package resting on top of the bedside table. She had been extra careful for it to not be crumpled or torn, it still looked perfect.

She ran a hand through her hair and rubbed the sleep from her eyes before getting up and walking to the window. The streets, sidewalks, and yards all around were covered in a thick layer of white snow, glistening under the sun. It was Christmas morning, and Sylvie was stalling.

Apprehension and nervousness twirled in her stomach wildly, she wasn't used to this. What if you regretted it? What if she had crossed a line?

The clattering of plates coming from the kitchen pulled Sylvie out of her mind. You were already awake.

Taking in a deep breath to steady herself, Sylvie forced her feet to move. She picked up her wrapped gift, and turned the door handle.

Immediately, Sylvie was engulfed by the smell of cinnamon and chocolate, it weaved through the air like a warm hug, making her close her eyes and inhale deeply. The enchantress couldn't help but allow her nose to guide her towards the kitchen, wood boards creaking under her bare feet and stripes of sunlight coming through the windows and shining against her pajamas as she walked.

The radio was on and you were humming along with the song playing, with your back turned to her as you worked on something on top of the counter, your hips swaying softly and hair pulled up in a haphazardly done bun. The window beside you was open, allowing for the cold breeze to come in, along with the morning sun rays, bathing your kitchen in an array of warm colors.

Sylvie's heart was in her throat, she bit her lip until she nearly tasted blood. There was a sting in her eyes as she looked at you as if she'd just realized what love felt like, what life was all about.

As you turned around, with your lower lip between your teeth and focused solely on the two mugs of hot chocolate in your hands so you wouldn't spill anything, Sylvie decided that she could get used to this. Actually, she would have a very hard time ever waking up without it. Without you.

When you noticed her standing before you, holding the wrapped gift between her hands as if her life depended on it, a huge smile broke into your lips and you lit up like the Christmas tree in your living room.

"Sylvie!" You exclaimed her name as if you'd been waiting the whole morning to say it. You left both mugs on the table and didn't waste a second before rushing to her. Sylvie barely had time to move your gift away before your body collided with hers. You hugged her tightly, bunching the fabric of her shirt between your fingers. "Merry Christmas," you whispered against her skin.

A breath Sylvie didn't realize she'd been holding went past her lips as she enveloped her arms around you, burying her nose in your hair and savoring the feeling of you. "Merry Christmas."

When you pulled away, Sylvie's cheeks were dusted pink and it had nothing to do with the cold. She avoided your gaze, looking down at the package in her hands instead. Tracing the wrapping with her thumbs, she said; "Um- I bought you this…" It almost sounded like a question, as if she wasn't sure this was the right way to go about it.

"You got me a gift?"

There was a waver in your voice that made Sylvie look up at you, only to be greeted with the sight of your eyes shining with… could it be love?

Sylvie tried to mimic your smile, as much as her nerves would allow. She nodded, pushing the gift into your hands.

You took it as if it was made of gold, hugging it to your chest. "Thank you," you breathed, before leaning in to land a peck to the corner of Sylvie's lips.

The gesture brought goosebumps up and down Sylvie's spine, and she watched with bated breath as you carefully tore open the wrapping at last. Your mouth hung open as you pulled out the scarf, tones of green and golden molding between your fingertips. You felt over the fabric, with your eyes drinking in every detail of it, until you promptly hooked the scarf around your neck and nuzzled in it; "I absolutely love it!" Your eyes crinkled on the sides because of your smile.

Sylvie's heartbeat stumbled, she reached up to trace the green fabric until her fingertips found the skin of your jaw. "It suits you."

"Oh, I just remembered," you told her suddenly and took hold of her hand so you could pull her to the living room. You dragged Sylvie to stand before your Christmas tree, and under it, rested a single box wrapped in green and red paper decorated with little Santas. "It's for you," your voice was as timid as Sylvie's had been as you pointed to the lone box.

Sylvie blinked and turned to you, squeezing your hand to make sure you were real. "You got me a gift?" She couldn't remember the last time someone had gotten her anything.

You pursed your lips and nodded, almost bouncing on your stance from excitement. "Of course. Come on, open it."

A breathless chuckle went past Sylvie's lips, and she knew right then and there, on this peaceful Christmas morning beside you, that she was a goner. She crouched down and unwrapped the box, prying it open with utmost care. From inside it, she pulled a crumple of white, green, and golden fabric. Much like the scarf she had given you, it was meticulously sewn together with a soft and comfortable wool.

Her chest felt all tight and warm with an emotion she could barely contain within herself. Standing up and stretching the fabric, Sylvie realized that it was a sweater, decorated with reindeer and Christmas trees. Peering around it and to you, she could clearly see you were holding back a grin.

"We'll be matching!" You exclaimed, clasping both your hands together.

Without a second thought, Sylvie pulled the sweater over her pajama shirt, closing her arms around herself and raising her shoulder as the soft fabric enveloped her. "It's perfect." She decided.

A soft laugh went past your lips and you raised a hand to Sylvie's hair, straightening the strands she had messed up. Your fingers brushed over the soft, blonde strands, until they fell to her shoulder and then found her hand, intertwining your fingers together.

Sylvie basked in the silence of the moment, in the feeling of your skin touching hers, of the comforting weight of your presence. She closed her eyes and gripped your hand tighter, gulping back a sudden wave of tears. From a lifetime of living in worlds on the edge of destruction, she'd found her little piece of paradise, all on her own. And she'd keep it close to heart until the end of her days.

The thumb of your free hand brushed her cheek, drying a drop of wetness there. The single tear that had fallen past her defenses. Sylvie looked at you and expected to see confusion or even judgment, but she only found care and adoration.

You brought your intertwined hands to your lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles; "I made us hot chocolate, what do you say?"

Sylvie's answer came in the form of a kiss of her own, to your lips instead.

Perfect.

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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months

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Sylvie x Shy Reader?

Sylvie: welcome to McDonald’s what would you like to order?

Y/N: y-you-

Sylvie: sorry I’m not on the menu

Y/N: sorry I-I was just trying to say…you’re beautiful

Sylvie: I’m free after lunch (winks)

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #sylvie #sylvie x reader #Loki #Loki series #disney plus

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oswildin · 6 months

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What if Sylvie fell in love with you, a mortal on Earth? (HEADCANNONS)

Naturally, it would scare her. Meaning she would try to push you away, be a little short with you, pretending to be disinterested to stay distant

But when you confront her about the sudden change in behaviour, she realises that she’s only making things complicated

She’d apologise and just say she’s ‘stressed with work’, obviously not at all wanting to tell you about the life she lived before, this was her fresh start after all

Although the fear she felt about falling for you would still be present, after all, you’re a mortal and she’s seen whole realms be destroyed and die over and over

She’d be difficult to get close to at first, guarded and closed off, sure she was pleasant and chatty enough, but any questions about her past or anything deeper than surface level would be harder to discuss

Soft smiles and doe eyed looks would be very much involved

She would be awkward, not too sure how to navigate her feelings

If anyone upsets you, she instantly becomes like a feral cat and wants to hurt whoever would dare hurt you— but ultimately she would just have a ‘quiet word’ with them

Hand and arm brushes/bumps, standing a bit closer than needed when around you, eyes flickering to your lips

Giving you free milkshakes because you’re her favourite mortal

Late night talks on the hood of her truck, listening to music and star gazing

She’d let you introduce her to new foods, show her quiet places, as well as taking her to the movies - her favourites are rom coms but if anyone asks she will deny it

You’d be her best friend and her go to person, no doubt about that

Playful teasing and jabs, all affectionate and full of fondness

Sarcastic quips also, she loves when you match hers with your own

She would do whatever it took to protect you

#sylvie #Sylvie headcannons #sylvie loki #sylvie laufeydottir #sylvie x reader #sylvie laufeydottir x reader #Sylvie imagine #marvel headcanons #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #mcu headcanons

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writerquil · 6 months

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DAMN BRO, I CAN DATE SYLVIE AND LOKI CAN DATE MOBIUS, ITS A WIN WIN

#lokius #sylvie x reader #loki season 2

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anonymousewrites · 4 months

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Portal to My Heart (Book 3) Chapter Fifteen

Loki x Reader

Chapter Fifteen: With the Past

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki face He Who Remains and come to a realization.

Mouse Note: Only one more chapter to go. Already getting emotional.

“Sylvie,” groaned past (Y/N). “Sylvie, please!” She pushed the dagger against past Sylvie’s sword. “The cost of getting this wrong is too high!”

“Then kill me and take your throne with him,” spat Sylvie, pushing her weapon towards (Y/N)’s throat. Behind her, Loki flinched and moved to protect (Y/N), and HWR watched in amusement as the group fought at the End of Time.

And then (Y/N) and Loki of the future slipped into their past selves’ bodies. It was a barely perceptible change, but Sylvie furrowed her brow as (Y/N) and Loki looked at each other in some secret conversation.

“Sylvie,” said (Y/N). “You don’t want this.” She pushed her back from HWR.

“What’s happening?” said Sylvie in confusion as (Y/N) and Loki gazed at her with such emotion.

“You’re right. What were you thinking trusting us?” said Loki. “We can’t be trusted.”

“But you have to believe us. You can’t kill him. At least not yet. We need to talk, Sylvie,” said (Y/N). “It all ends if you kill him now.”

“We know this sounds strange,” said Loki. “But we’ve seen it. We know it.”

“Get out of my way,” sneered Sylvie, refusing to talk just like she’d done before.

“We won’t,” said (Y/N), unmoving as Sylvie approached with her sword.

Loki’s heart clenched worriedly since he still remembered with terrible clarity what had happened to (Y/N) the last time they had this battle.

“You’ve been seduced by a throne,” said Sylvie.

“The last thing we want is a throne,” said Loki, standing beside (Y/N).

“Just, stop for a moment!” said (Y/N).

“If you want to stop me, you’ll have to kill me,” said Sylvie resolutely. And then she swung.

(Y/N) ducked, and Loki parried. Sylvie surged forward, but (Y/N) held up a hand, and a portal opened. Sylvie stumbled through and ended up behind (Y/N) and Loki again instead of closer to HWR. Sylvie yelled in anger and threw out her magic, and (Y/N) and Loki went flying. Sylvie turned on HWR and slashed down.

“See you soon,” said HWR teasingly before dying.

Again…

“Sylvie, stop!” said (Y/N), blocking Sylvie’s sword as she pressed forward towards HWR. Loki grabbed her arm and wrenched it away from (Y/N).

“You want to stop me, you’ll have to kill me,” spat Sylvie, pivoting and hitting Loki back and sweeping (Y/N) off her feet.

“See you soon,” said HWR as he was stabbed.

Again…

(Y/N) was really getting tired of this, and she was remembering why Lokis were so frustrating in the first place, even if she was in love with one. They were all extremely stubborn. No matter how many times she and Loki tried to talk to Sylvie, she just wanted to fight and argue and kill HWR.

Again…

“Stop, Sylvie!”

Again…

“You want to stop me, you’ll have to kill me.”

Again…

Her sword landed in HWR’s stomach.

Again…

He slumped over.

Again…

“See you soon.”

Again…

(Y/N) and Loki were losing their minds. After spending who knew how long fighting to get the Multiplier to work, now they were spending who knew how long physically fighting someone they cared about. They were tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Sylvie threw her sword at HWR, and Loki summoned his magic to suspend it in the air before it hit in. Sylvie growled and pulled the sword back towards her, but (Y/N) summoned a portal and sent it to the other side of the room while Loki grabbed Sylvie’s arm and put his dagger to her neck to defend (Y/N).

“If you want to stop me, you’ll have to kill me,” spat Sylvie.

Loki and (Y/N) just sighed sadly. They couldn’t hurt her. Loki let go and stepped back. (Y/N) and Loki watched in exhausted melancholy as Sylvie ran forward, pulled her sword to her, and stabbed HWR for the millionth time.

“See you soon.”

Those words were the worst ones.

Again…

“If you want to stop me—”

“We’ll have to kill you, we know,” groaned (Y/N).

Again…

“Why don’t you ever try to stop her? Fight back? Anything?” demanded Loki, looking at HWR in exasperation.

HWR casually picked up his bracelet and ran a hand over it. The entire room froze, and Sylvie paused in her act of attacking, leaving just Loki, (Y/N), and HWR moving.

“So, how many times have you been at this?” said HWR.

“What did you do?” said Loki. He prompted the discussion like they did each time. (After all, (Y/N) and he had tried speaking to HWR already. They weren’t idiots. Well, (Y/N) wasn’t.)

“Oh, come on. You’re not telling me you haven’t learned how to pause time yet,” said HWR, smirking. He chuckled. “I figured you’d be way past that.” (Y/N) gazed at Sylvie, and HWR chuckled. “Don’t worry. She’s okay. But she is in the eyeline a little bit. So why don’t we just…” He snapped, and Sylvie disappeared.

“So, this isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation, is it?” remarked HWR.

“How did you know?” said (Y/N).

“I know about the slipping,” said HWR as if it was obvious. “And who do you think paved that road? And guess what? Survey says…”

“He Who Remains,” scowled (Y/N).

“Bingo!” said HWR. “I knew you were my favorite for a reason. Always figuring things out, first. Here you were, slipping through time. Thinking you were, you were sticking it to the system. Gonna beat the man. And then—whoops!” He grinned and threw out his arms. “Here he is!” He chuckled. “Aww, did you two really think I was just gonna sit back and let her kill me? And that’d be it? Zip? Nada?”

“I knew you still wanted your power,” muttered (Y/N).

“No need to be so mad,” said HWR. “I told you: reincarnation, baby!”

“ ‘We die with the dying. We’re born with the dead,’ ” quoted Loki.

“Uh-huh…” HWR clearly didn’t understand. But (Y/N) did. She was tempted to smirk at the (finally) confused look on its face. “Okay, so, this is a lot for you. I get it. So why don’t you go through this a couple thousand more times?” He grinned. “Get your bearings. And then you just…you just let me know. Okay, when you’re ready to have a conversation. Okay?” He pressed his bracelet device, and Sylvie appeared.

She stumbled as she unfroze and looked around in confusion. She took a step towards the group gathered at the desk, and (Y/N) and Loki held up their hands simultaneously. Sylvie froze once more. HWR’s smile fell.

“And what makes you think this is the first time we’ve had this conversation?” remarked Loki darkly.

“We’re your favorites for a reason. Or, I am. Of course we figured it out,” said (Y/N).

HWR smirked and chuckled, pleased by the development. “Quite the pair you are.” He looked between them. “I mean, you are together now, right? Adorable.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and took a seat with Loki. “Okay. So, it seems you’ve figured it all out, hm? Tell me, how is this Victor T-T-Timely?” He grinned as he exaggerated the stutter.

“Of course you know about your—”

HWR cut off Loki. “Wait. Don’t tell me. You’re, you’re, you’re…having some problems with the Temporal Loom.” With great showmanship, he revealed the truth.

“Scaling problem,” said Loki.

“Scaling problem? That’s what he told you?” laughed HWR. “Victor told you it’s a scaling problem? Wow. No. No, there’s no, there’s no problem.”

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “It destroyed the TVA and all of reality. That is a problem by definition.”

“The Temporal Loom is a failsafe,” said HWR. “When the Loom is overloaded with branches, it deletes the ones that aren’t supposed to be there.”

(Y/N) and Loki’s eyes widened. So one branch had remained. Everything else was destroyed, but one survived.

“Everything except the Sacred Timeline,” said HWR.

(Y/N) and Loki began to chuckle deliriously.

“The TVA, that’s just-that’s just collateral damage.” HWR shrugged. “Look, no biggie. Easy to rebuild.”

“What a waste of time,” said Loki.

“And as you may or may not know, my Variants are already out there,” said HWR.

“We’ll find them,” said (Y/N).

“There’s too many,” said HWR.

“We won’t stop,” said Loki.

“Doesn’t matter,” said HWR.

“Hasn’t stopped us before,” said (Y/N).

“I know, champs,” said HWR, vaguely amused at their determination. “But the outcome of this equation remains…remains the same. You lose.”

“We know,” said Loki, reaching out and brushing his fingers against (Y/N)’s knuckles as a show of union and solidarity.

(Y/N) got up and began to pace. Her mind was whirring with a million thoughts and feelings and ideas.

“Shake it off,” encouraged HWR. “I mean, you do remember I offered you this power, but you refused.” He shrugged. “So, we come back to me, and I suspected as much, so I had everything ready to go.”

Ready to prune people exercising free will no matter what we try to do, thought (Y/N) angrily. She turned and spotted a chalkboard on the wall. She cocked her head and walked over. Loki rose behind her as he saw her interest. “I’ll change the equation,” said (Y/N). “We’ll change the equation.” She turned to face HWR. “We can break your Loom, your game, and play by our own rules.”

“But…the Loom prevents a brutal war where nothing survives, (Y/N). Not even the Sacred Timeline,” said HWR, slightly concerned by how resolved she seemed. He glanced and saw Loki thinking through (Y/N)’s words and starting to come to the same resolution. “Okay, let’s try it this way, every…every moment of peace—” he stood “—you’ve ever experienced was yours because I was here. Alone, at the end of time, keeping watch.”

“We understand,” said Loki, and HWR watched in confusion as Loki was not swayed and instead stood strongly beside (Y/N).

HWR swallowed. “But you want to break the Loom. What do you think would happen to your friends? I made the tough choices. That’s why I get the big chair. I keep us safe. Can’t you see what I’m offering here…is mercy?”

“For us or for you?” said Loki. He faced HWR. “No. We’ll find another way. Not yours.”

HWR hung his head in disappointment. “Okay.” He flicked his bracelet, and Sylvie returned, still frozen in time. “And around and around and around we go. Let’s see it. Make the hard choice.”

“We’re not killing her,” said (Y/N) coldly.

“Well, break the Loom and you cause a war that kills us all,” said HWR. “Game over. Or…kill her, and we protect what you can.”

(Y/N) and Loki gazed at their friend, Sylvie. Then they turned to one another. And they understood what they saw in each other’s eyes. Resolution. Determination. A willingness to do whatever it took to protect the people they cared about.

(Y/N) turned and stared evenly at HWR. “You think you can get everything you want. But you can’t. We won’t let you. People deserve to have free will.”

“And we’ll give it to them,” said Loki.

HWR sighed. “Unwilling to make the hard choices.”

“No.” (Y/N) took Loki’s hand. “We’re willing to make the hardest of all.” She smiled, and it was light and peaceful. “Goodbye, He Who Remains. Time is no longer yours.”

“What?” he said in confusion.

“It’s ours,” said Loki.

And as HWR watched in surprise, Loki and (Y/N) time-slipped away.

(Y/N) jolted as she entered her body from so long ago. Around her, the Battle of New York raged, and the Chitauri and the Avengers were involved in fierce combat. (Y/N) watched Thor fly away and Loki struggle to his feet. (Y/N) lunged for the scepter before he could grab it.

“Give that here, Midgardian,” growled 2012 Loki.

“Listen, Loki, I’m only going to say this once,” said (Y/N).

2012 Loki furrowed his brow and stared at (Y/N). This wasn’t the Midgardian he was dealing with before. The snapping tone was the same, but the way she held herself…It wasn’t trying to hide from his wrath at all.

“I’d watch what I say, Midgardian. You’re a single defenseless mortal,” said 2012 Loki.

(Y/N) sighed as 2012 Loki advanced on her and held the scepter in front of her. “Do we really have to do this again?”

2012 Loki lunged and summoned his magic.

“Apparently we do,” said (Y/N).

She sighed and fired the scepter. 2012 Loki dodged, and at the moment the scepter/mind stone tried to get into (Y/N)’s head, she tossed the scepter to the side. 2012 Loki tried to reach for it, but (Y/N) summoned a portal and the scepter disappeared from the penthouse.

“How—”

“Can you slow down for a moment and talk?” asked (Y/N). She raised a hand, and blue energy swirled around it. “If not, we can keep going.”

2012 Loki narrowed his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”

“That is way too long of a story to explain,” said (Y/N). She grinned. “But I can tell you one thing.”

“What?”

“None of what you’re doing here matters,” chirped (Y/N).

“Excuse me?” snapped 2012 Loki.

“Yeah, all of this doesn’t mean anything.” (Y/N) laughed. “I mean, it’s just your emotions getting the better of you.”

“I have a right to a throne,” growled 2012 Loki.

“No, you just don’t want to be alone in your brother’s shadow,” said (Y/N).

2012 Loki started. “How do you—”

“But you aren’t alone,” continued (Y/N). She smiled. “I mean, it’ll take you some time, but you’ll find people. You just need to remember that no matter who your brother is, what matters is who you are, and the right people will care about that.”

2012 Loki stared at her. “You can’t be (Y/N).”

“I am,” said (Y/N). “I’m just the (Y/N) that got the time to know you.” She smiled softly. “You should give yourself a chance to just…be yourself instead of trying to be something you’re not.” She stepped forward, and 2012 Loki stared at her hesitantly. “Loki. You’ve protected so many people and will keep doing so. You’ve got a glorious purpose.”

2012 Loki’s eyes widened.

“Just let yourself find it.” (Y/N) time-slipped away before he could respond.

Loki slipped into hist past self’s body and looked around to find himself at the gala in Stuttgart. He had his arm around 2012 (Y/N)’s waist and was guiding her through the gallery of the museum.

“You also expect us to be pitiable creatures you can conquer with little effort. Clearly, your expectations are wrong,” said 2012 (Y/N).

“I was wrong,” said Loki, turning to face 2012 (Y/N).

“Uh, what?” said 2012 (Y/N), confused by the change in tone and body language. It wasn’t harsh or cruel; it was honest and gentle.

“I was wrong,” said Loki. “About you, about Earth, about myself.” He took her hand and squeezed gently. “And I’m sorry for all I did and will do.”

“What are you doing? I don’t like mind games,” said 2012 (Y/N) icily.

Loki chuckled. “I know. And I know you don’t fall for them. So, please, know I’m telling the truth.” 2012 (Y/N) narrowed her eyes doubtfully but didn’t cut him off, so Loki continued. “Thank you, (Y/N). You have no idea what you did for me. You saved me from myself, and though everything I put you through, you stayed so strong.” Loki smiled. “You truly are someone incredible.”

“I am so confused,” muttered 2012 (Y/N).

“I know you are,” said Loki. “But I swear, everything will work out. Because you are resilient and so much stronger than you realize.” He gazed at 2012 (Y/N) with such incredible fondness. “You are such a bright light in all the darkness of the world. You fight for freedom even when everyone else wants to give up, and you bring others to strength. You have such a glorious purpose in this world, and if you knew just how important you are to so many people, you’d be amazed.” Loki squeezed her hand. “So stay strong. Everything will be alright.”

2012 (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

“Just keep fighting for what you believe.” Loki time-slipped away before she could respond.

(Y/N) and Loki slipped into their bodies in the End of Time where they sat on the hill before facing Alioth. Sylvie had just walked away after giving (Y/N) the kiss on her cheek.

“I knew you’d come back here,” said Loki smiling.

“Well, it was the last moment we had any sort of peace,” said (Y/N). It was quiet while the other Loki variants, Sylvie, and Mobius spoke in small groups behind them and planned the plan to take on Alioth in a more detailed way. (Y/N) and Loki, though, got a moment to be alone again.

“Our bodies will forget that we spoke,” said Loki.

“I think so,” said (Y/N). She smiled and leaned back slightly. “But I don’t really mind. We remember what happens, even if everyone else in every branch and redo of time doesn’t. That’s what matters.”

They were silent for a moment, and (Y/N) leaned her head on Loki’s shoulder. Before anything else, the pair got a minute of peace to just be with one another.

“We both know what we have to do,” said Loki.

“We have to keep reality from unraveling,” said (Y/N). She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the air. “It’s going to be hard, though.”

“It’s a hard choice to make,” said Loki. “It will cost us…”

“Everything,” finished (Y/N). She smiled and lifted Loki’s hand to kiss the back. “But we’ll do it together.”

“I’m nervous,” admitted Loki. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“I feel that way, too,” said (Y/N). “But we have no choice but to succeed. I won’t leave people without free will. I want every branch to have its chance at life. This is our purpose.”

“Our glorious purpose,” said Loki, smiling. They would do it all together. “Our” glorious purpose. The pair balanced each other out.

(Y/N) looked up at him. “My God of Stories.”

“My Goddess of Freedom,” said Loki.

He leaned down and kissed her, and she kissed back, fingers intertwined. And for a few minutes, they allowed themselves peace.

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maddyromanoff · 1 year

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CARD

Sylvie: love is weakness, it’s an evolutionary mistake..

Loki: your literally making a first kiss anniversary card for Y/n rn..

Sylvie: *pointing a hot glue gun at him* Your on thin fucking ice Laufeyson

#sylvie laufeydottir #sophia di martino #loki series #loki odinson #sylvie x reader

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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Love That Could Have Been

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader, Sylvie x fem!reader?

Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: Sad? Reader is just talked about, not present, mostly just angst

A/N: Wrote this a while ago, here you go!

Masterlist

“What about you? Any Princesses? Or perhaps, princes?”

“A little bit of both.” Loki responded, eyebrows furrowed, looking to be deep in thought, seeming with mournful eyes.

Sylvie looked at Loki with a curious gaze, trying to figure out what the variant was thinking. She waited a moment before choosing to change the subject, but before she could open her mouth, she was cut off.

“Well… There was someone..” He mumbled, full of uncertainty and regret.

“Who?” Sylvie gently asked, not wanting to push.

Loki observed how Sylvie tilted her head trying to show her curiosity. He noticed a look in her eyes, a look of hope, love, and… Recognition? He wasn’t sure… Did she know who he was talking about?

“She- She was my everything.”

Something flickered in Sylvie’s eyes as he said that. Her head whipped up so fast he thought she might get whiplash and her eyes went wide, begging him to continue. After a moment of silence due to Loki’s surprise, Sylvie started, eyes pleading him to elaborate.

“She?” Sylvie offered.

“Yeah, She. She was the best thing I had.” He paused and looked at Sylvie, who looked down, reminiscing of something. Her eyes soft, which was new to him considering how she wouldn’t even trust him to stay on guard while she slept.

Now Loki was curious; what or who was she thinking of? Loki continued after receiving an eager nod from Sylvie, beckoning him to keep going.

“She was always there. Always on my side. Other than my mother, and I suppose my brother, she was the only one to truly love me, for me. There were three people in this world, or I guess timeline,”

Sylvie nodded at his recognition.

“that actually loved me. And she loved me the most. Even when she was not there, I felt loved.”

Loki looked up with happy, lovesick eyes and smiled before his expression dropped.

Sylvie had a look of sympathy in her eyes, like she understood; and maybe she did.

“She was an girl from another realm, a princess actually.”

At this Sylvie’s head shot up from looking at the wooden table with wide eyes. If she wasn’t already listening, she was now.

“I knew her ever since we were young. You see, since she was princess, she would often come on Royal business with her mother. So, when both of us weren’t needed we would go off on our own. Even then I had a fascination for her.” Loki boasted.

Sylvie and Loki both smiled at the thought of her.

“And her name was-“

“[Name].” Sylvie sighed, cutting him off. A saddened look plastered upon her pale face. Shock rippled through Loki as she finished his sentence.

“[Name]- Yeah- Wait, hang on. How do you know [Name]?”

Loki asked adamantly, unbelieving that Sylvie, a runaway Loki variant, knew the love of his life.

“Believe it or not, I am still a Loki variant. I knew [Name]. She used to come to Asgard when I was little too. We used to so much together. I often asked for her to stay over and we would have sleepovers…”

Sylvie said, mumbling the last sentence.

Crossing her arms and resting them on the table, she smiled at the table before sighing. Her eyes darting around as if to not keep eye contact. The comfort she once had seemingly left her body; like a criminal leaving a crime site.

Loki was gazing at the table, the corners of his lips quirked upward softly. His chest rose and fell in a calm and steady rhythm, like he was at peace just thinking about the princess.

“I… I asked her to marry me.”

Loki said slowly, eyes flickering between Sylvie and the table. Sylvie gently rested her head on the table over her crossed arms. Sylvie brought her eyes to meet Loki’s, nodding slowly, letting him know to continue.

“She was on Asgard and we had been together for a few years by then…”

Loki let a long breath and softy smiled.

“She had just been talking with Thor regarding Asgard’s allies and I asked if I could pull her away for a moment,”

Loki paused, sighing before continuing.

“When Thor agreed, I took her to the garden. There was just the most beautiful flowers there, it was perfect. She…She looked curious and ever so slightly concerned. She- She really cares about me.”

Loki said smiling, whispering the last part softy, like a well kept secret.

“I told her that she was the best thing that ever happened to me, and that ever since I was young, she was always there for me.”

Sylvie smiled softly, and nodded gently, as a sign she was listening.

“I got down on one knee and pulled out this beautiful gold ring that held an emerald. She looked at me like I was pranking her, but none-the-less, she had tears swelling in her eyes. I said ‘[Name], you have cause me the most joy I have ever had and I hope I can cause you that much joy, forever more…Will you marry me?’” Loki finished.

Sylvie watched Loki closely, waiting for [Name]’s answer.

“Well?” Loki looked at Sylvie and chuckled softly.

“Well… She didn’t believe me at first…” Loki chuckled, a look of fondness in his eyes.

“I don’t blame her,” He continued.

“I am the God of Mischief. After she looked at me like I was pranking her, she pulled me up and kissed me. Saying how if I were lying that she wouldn’t talk to me for a month.” Loki said, chuckling again.

“I said that I would never joke about this. And instantly she said, ‘yes’.” Loki said, beaming at Sylvie

Sylvie smiled back at him, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

Loki noticed this, tilting his head slightly, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Sylvie avoided his watchful eye, finding the table in front of her suddenly very interesting.

“Did… Did you… Did you marry her?” Sylvie asked softly,-which was very out of character for her- eyes full of hope and longing.

Loki looked down at the table, the smile once on his face had fallen.

“Yes, I did but…” Loki sighed.

“But?” Sylvie offered again.

“But about two weeks after the wedding, is when Thor was to be crowned king. That’s when my jealousy got the best of me. And when I let the Frost Giants in Asgard.” Loki finished, eyes drowning in regret.

Sylvie opened her mouth like she was going to say something but quickly closed it, deciding against it.

“Shortly after is when I faked my death. I haven’t seen her since.” Loki added, letting out a deep breath, head lowering.

“What happened?” Sylvie asked carefully, leaning closer to make sure she hears everything.

“My nexus event was me escaping with the tesseract during the alien attack on New York.” Loki explained slowly.

“I was supposed to go back to Asgard with Thor. My mother was too die and I was to be in a prison cell. I was to be aloud out to help Thor’s Midgard girl, where I faked my death again. I took on the role of Odin and [Name]was always by my side.” He said smiling.

“I was to meet my sister, Hela, with Thor and help fight her, trying to protect Asgard and [Name].”

Sylvie looked at the table once again, and sighed.

“It looks like happy endings with [Name] are just not in the cards for us.”

“I guess not.” Loki replied dejectedly.

The two were silent for a while after, both reflecting on the choices in their lives. And how in the galaxy did it come to this, being on the run from the TVA for ‘straying’ from their predetermined timelines.

And why could they not be happy.

A/N: Another fic just in my drafts, need to let them out and fly! Hope you like it!

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