The multiverse was in ruins, all thanks to Sylvie. As Loki had began to realize the gravity of the situation, for the first time in what felt like years, he felt so helpless. More helpless than what his time had been under Thanos' control. More helpless when he was thrown by his own father into prison for a crime he was forced to commit.
The Universe was doomed.
"Are you a Field Agent?" Mobius had once again inquired as Loki had slipped his attention away from the statue that centered the TVA.
The irony of the situation was not lost with him, how the man he had learned had memorized his every single move from his birth to his death, how ironic it was to have him not know who he was.
"Consultant." Loki lied through his teeth.
"One of the variants caused this chaos." He explained hoping it was enough to supply them for now.
"Let's go. We've got an emergency meeting to attend to. We'll fill you up with what had happened."
He did not have the strength nor the will to refuse or push away Mobius as he had practically manhandled the God into location where most of the Agents were now settled waiting.
His eyes lingered in the similarities of what had been once an office of his, the big difference was the large monitor mounted on the front. The sight of the chaos of the once sacred timeline had everyone on edge.
"How long has this been going on?" Loki had asked, lingering around towards the man, as much as he did not remember who Loki was, Mobius was the only person he could truly trust.
"Give or take just a couple of minutes ago."
So Sylvie had truly fulfilled her lifelong mission. A part of him was sad it had to be that way, how the revenge she had sought for would never be enough after everything she had lost, but he had slowly grown at peace for what was to come.
Nothing seems to faze him anymore--after everything that had occurred since his arrival to this world.
"Settle down, Ladies and Gentlemen." The familiar voice had Loki tense, searching for the owner of the voice, the last person he could have ever expected to see now stood in the same uniform he had once seen Renslayer wore--could it mean?
"Y/N?" His voice broke but before he could even truly catch your attention, Mobius was quick to hold onto him stopping Loki from whatever he somehow planned on doing.
"Stay where you are, Y/N's already in a bad mood as it is, neither of us want to be in her bad side."
What the hell were you doing here? The last memory he had of you was back in Asgard. How he had lost you in the battle against the Frost Giants. How he had made the mistake of turning his back and leaving you hanging all those years ago. He made the mistake and for a moment he wanted to believe that you were the same Y/N he had loved. Not just a variant like so many of the people that surrounded them.
Settling down like Mobius had instructed, he had watch you assure each and every single member of the TVA. How this was far from the panic everyone was feeling for the sudden peak in the timeline. All throughout, he just couldn't keep his eyes away from you.
You still looked the same. Even with the frown resting on your lips, you still looked like the woman he had fallen so madly in love with. His heart, beating far too erratically. He never thought much about you, in his torturous time with Thanos, but in the moments where he would want to give up he would constantly catch a glimpse of you. Might it be Valhalla or Hel, a part of him always this hope of seeing you again.
Somehow it did come true, but never in the way he had hoped.
Eventually, with a game plan in motion, everyone was all hands on deck and it left Loki with nothing to do, but plan his own strategy to get out of this timeline or better yet find his way back to his own.
"You." The familiar voice echoed throughout the area, all eyes were set on him.
Turning his eyes back towards you, he watch you narrow your eyes at him. Placing him on the spot and wondering if you knew exactly what has happened was his and Sylvie's doing.
"My Office. Now."
Without even hearing a reply from him, you had turned away from the man and left. Everyone now scrambling to return to whatever they were doing.
"Suggest you hurry up, you don't want her waiting up." Mobius assured, patting him on the back. "Office is on the floor above. Turn right and you'll see it quickly."
He appreciated Mobius' help and without hesitating, his feet had moved on it's own accord. He was close to a sprint on his way towards your office. A part of him knew it wasn't the same you. But just someone from another timeline. What had been your memories of him? Were they the good ones or were they filled with nothing but the pain he had caused because of his selfishness and miscalculation?
Opening the door, he didn't even knock. A trait he was somehow still trying to remove from himself. He was no longer a prince and he no longer had the privilege that came with the title.
The office was spacious, various mementos decorated your shelves. Pictures of you in the same uniform as most of the troopers, to your eventual position as a judge. A big smile playing on your face in one of the pictures you had taken with Mobius.
"Here,"
Breaking from his staring, he watch you make your way towards him, a glass of whiskey handed to him. Without a single word, he took it but after everything that had happened, he did not trust himself to indulge. With the glass cradled in his hand, he had watch you make your way to the sofa. Your own whiskey glass resting on the glass coffee table.
Only now did he notice the familiar scepter on display.
"So," You trailed off. "Exactly what Loki Variant am I talking to?"
You smiled staring at him in a glint of familiarity.