Chapter 55
Loki surrendered his world. He wasn't completely heartless, unlike what some people might say. But he wasn’t suicidal either, nor did he want to rot away in prison. His limited experience with that was more than enough.
So he snuck the tesseract away from Asgard, telling Hela it was the jewel in Odin’s crown was enough to enlist her aid, especially as Thor was busy, busy being a good father to his own children. Even Hela’s heart had softened to the teenagers, as well as their mother. Loki forced the doubts and regrets out of his own head. What was done was done. There was nothing he could do about his chosen path anymore. If he could not be redeemed, he could set it up so that neither Lilith nor Darcy ever needed it. If he couldn’t be the hero, he could be the catalyst behind them.
And so as he surrendered his world to a better future, knowing with Hela’s help, Thor would give up his throne as well, he was never one for ruling.
The tesseract would take him where it wished, and he couldn’t find it in himself to mind. Loki stopped suppressing his own chaotic nature, as he had done for 15 centuries, as a strategist and planner. He let himself loose, and let the tesseract loose as well. The Space Stone would do as it wished, fueled by his own nature. He smiled, reveling in its nature, before he disappeared from Vanaheim, for what was likely the last time.
He did not falter as he landed in front of the norns. The seamstresses of fate were his least favorite people, and it worked vice versa as well. Chaos and Order did not fit together very well.
“Be ready, Loki Story-Changer.” they told him, their eerie voices perfectly in sync. “Only Chaos can break the bridge between the worlds, but you are not alone. Magic is the spawn of chaos, but neither may prevail as long as they fight each other. Be warned, Loki Chaosmaster, none can escape fate in the end, only weave their own.”
And then he was gone again. Loki Storychanger had a particular smoothness to the words he found himself liking very much.
Regina and Hermione, relaxing together on Asgard, felt the rift first. The air around the shimmered, but not visibly, simply with pure magic.
“What is that?” Regina asked, shuddering as the cool magic washed over her. “That feels like Aunt Hela’s.”
“No. It feels like mother’s magic, put together with Aunt Darcy’s, and fueled by the strongest emotion.”
“It’s powerful.”
“It is. And it’s going to pull apart the universe in weeks if we don’t do something.” Hermione told her friend hurriedly.
As Jane and Magni rushed in, the last thing they saw was the two friends hurriedly weaving magic, only to not be fast enough. Princess Hermione Stark of Earth and Crown Princess Regina Thorsdottir of Asgard were sucked into the magical working just as it’s bindings were sealed.
“Lilith, I felt that.” Darcy said. “I know that signature as well as my own.”
“Because it is. It’s a rift, Darcy. Sometime, somewhere, two different versions of us, just changed the entire universe in one large enchantment fueled by intent and emotions galore.”
“No. It wasn’t Lilith Stark and Darcy Barnes. It was Lilith and Darcy Lokidottir.”
“We’re getting my daughter and cousin back.”