Christ, hold me like a knife

He was slipping through time. Just like before. Loki did not comprehend how this was happening, but what he did know, was that the time slipping had come back for a single propose, to save him. Or at least give him a second chance to fix everything. He could feel his body change and rip apart while also coming back together in a different place all at once. It was painful, agonizing even. He had to handle it, he had to power through. Loki had to save his friends, he had to stop the time loom from exploding, and he had to save the timelines. He could feel his clothes change into a past version of himself, as wounds opened around his face, he could feel them sting and bleed. Instead of Loki time slipping into other timelines, he time slips back into the timeline from which he came.