Connections
Loki is sitting alone on Lamentis. He is aware that there just a few hours before they have to leave this place. He feels so connected to her here though he’s not sure he will want to leave.
He’d have liked to go back to their lake. The place where they had their first ‘moment’ - when he knew that he and she shared a connection so deep it transcended time and space. And yet they were so innocent in their love for each other; like teenagers unsure of how the other felt. He wished he’d told her sooner, perhaps things would have been different if she’d know how he felt about her.
All those opportunities! He remembers running towards her in the void, desperate to gather her up in his arms, but stopping himself at the last second. Huddled together under that blanket when she was clearly flirting with him: “Conjure me a new outfit,” she’d said. He laughs at the memory.
No point dwelling on what could have been.
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Sylvie picks up the Tempad and creates a portal.
Stepping out onto Lamentis the irony that this is where it would take them isn’t lost on Sylvie. She wonders how much time they have before the moon’s demise. She estimates that they have about 4 hours.
“If he is here we don’t have long to find him. This place is about to collide with that,” she says pointing up at the nearby planet.
“Now we are here what do we do?” Wanda says.
“I have absolutely no idea,” Sylvie shrugs.
“So you know this place right. We’ll if he is here maybe you’ll see something that is different?” suggests Wanda.
“Good idea. That could work.” Sylvie thinks for a while. “But it’s a pretty big place and even if he is here he could be just about anywhere. We don’t have time to go far.”
“Let’s take a look anyway,” says Wanda, determined not to allow Sylvie to give up so easily.
They look around. In the distance is a building. “Let’s climb up there and see if we can see anything,” suggests Wanda. They start to walk towards the building.
That’s when Sylvie sees him. Sitting outside the building. She freezes.
She watches him. Heart in her mouth. Trying to read him. Wanda taps her on the shoulder, “Is it him?”
“Yes, but I’m not ready. I need to get my head straight.” She’s overwhelmed with doubt. How can he forgive her. He must hate her. How can he know how she feels or why she did what she did?She takes a step back.
As she does Loki looks in her direction. As he sees Sylvie his heart feel like it stops in his chest. He feels hope. But then he feels doubt. Why isn’t she running to him like he ran to her? Why is she just standing there. She’s with someone who looks a bit familiar, but he can’t place her. He pushes that to the back of his mind, he’ll find out soon enough.
He is about to get up and start to walk towards her when Mobius walks out of the building. He sees Sylvie and yells her name rushing over to her and her companion.
“Sylvie!” He hugs her. “Hello,” he directs to the redhead beside her. “This is Mobius, Wanda,” Sylvie introduces her friends. “Mobius, Wanda’s been helping me”.
While the introductions are being made Loki has made his way over to the party. His eyes meet Sylvie’s briefly before they both glance away, too unsure of the other’s feelings to allow connection.
“Loki, I know your brother!” says Wanda, “We work together”.
While Loki and Wanda talk about Thor, Mobius turns to Sylvie. “So, what’s going on with you two?”
“What do you mean? Nothing is going on,” she says shrugging.
“If there’s one thing I know it’s when a Loki is lying,” laughs Mobius. I don’t want to interfere, but you two need to talk.”
A series of meteorites scatters the landscape in front of them. “We should all go inside, I’m sure it’s a safer in there,” says Mobius. Turning towards Wanda he adds: “Wanda? You want to come inside for a bit? You can tell me how you’ve got caught up in this.”
As the others walk away there’s a moment of renewed awkwardness between Sylvie and Loki. Not ready to be left alone with him yet, Sylvie hurries after the others. As they approach the door, Loki touches her shoulder: “We need to talk Sylvie” he whispers, guiding her away from the others.
She shuffles about, not sure how to talk to him or what to say. Too afraid of being hurt. He fills the silence: “I ended up back at the TVA, you know. But it was different. Nobody knew me. Their memories had been deleted. Even Mobius didn’t know me. But I managed to get him away from the TVA and I used what you taught me to unlock his memories of me, of us.”
“I’m sorry for sending you there I actually had no idea where you’d end up. I just needed you out of the way,” Sylvie looks down at the floor.
“I was in your way again”, he jokes. She looks up and says: “No you are my way. But I needed to remove you because I wanted you to be ok.”
He looks at her with renewed hope in his eyes. “So you didn’t trick me? Was the kiss real Sylvie?”
“Before that kiss I only had one good memory in my whole life,” she takes his hand, “and that was of us on here on Lamentis when I realised that our souls are linked and that you make me whole. Our kiss made me feel whole. At that moment it was what my life had been building up to. Finally I felt like I belonged somewhere. That I belonged in your arms. You were all I wanted.”
“But then I knew that wanting that was selfish, and that’s how we are different. You and I both wanted to be together for all time always, and you’d have done anything to make that happen. That was your glorious purpose. My purpose was to free the time line. I had to do it. Even if it meant letting the demons out that he mentioned. I don’t even know if I had free will in doing it. I doubt that now in fact.”
“But at that moment I just wanted you to be ok and for me to do what I had to do. I didn’t think beyond that. I just acted. And afterwards the regret and devastation to have lost you was overwhelming,” tears spring to her eyes.
Loki doesn’t even know when he moved, but before he even knows it he has closed the gap between them and he is holding her. Then she lifts her face to his and the look into each other’s eyes before kissing passionately.
Their bodies respond to one another as if connected by a thread. They have never felt anything like this before. It’s like they can’t get close enough. Like they have to be each other. Pulling each other clothes off in desperate need to hold each other tighter, to be closer together.
Breathing as one he enters her and at the same time their minds link and they feel everything each other feels. The connection is intense. Euphoria and a feeling of peace both at the same time. They are overwhelmed by the feeling and they never want it to end, and then it feels like the whole universe stops because it’s they have drained all the power from it.
They fall into each other’s arms. Exhausted and with a sense of calm. They know they have passed a threshold. That there is no turning back. They know that somehow this has made them even stronger and that the closer they get the more powerful they will become. The idea scares and excites them.