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The gaze of his brother and Mobius, had been fixed on a point behind him, so he turned his head to look at the same place.

Stark's wife?

What was it about her that caught their attention…?

Oh sure.

He hit his forehead at the familiar halo of light that surrounded her.

_Mother? - asked his younger variant.

_It seems that’s the case - he recognized - Fath... Odin must have bound their souls. When one revives...

_The other does too - completed the boy, lowering the crocodile from his shoulders, which, with its reptilian gait, headed towards the woman.

_Eh... hello?

She said somewhat confused, but smiling when she saw the animal that, surely, with its horned helmet, must have seemed extremely comical... or cute. Their mother had always been the most animal-minded of them all, so she might as well find a beast with a jaw capable of ripping someone's arm off, adorable.

The reptile growled at it and bowed its head in deference, which caused her to open her eyes in amazement and that, in the distance, Valkyria's voice could be heard drowning out an expression of surprise as well.

His younger version, by his side, elbowed him and pointed to the scene, causing him to exhale in defeat.

It had been partly his fault, hadn't it?

Therefore, assuming the responsibility that corresponded to him, he imitated the young man at his side and dropped to one knee on the ground, lowering his head like a crocodile, in the greeting that corresponded to the new All-Mother.

A small laugh escaped him when he saw the reaction of the engineer in deducing what was happening from their dialogue and the attitudes of the Lokis around the woman.

The man had grunted and then hid his face in his hands, shaking his head, while muttering: "Now I'm not going to be able to get rid of them", "What did I do to deserve this?", “Pepper is going to convince me to adopt them ","Earth is not prepared for a Morgan trained by these".

He had to admit it: probably the multiverse either.

Morgan Stark was a recognized figure in this one.

But he thought when he saw the very embarrassed engineer's wife asking all the Lokis to please stand up, surely, the change would be for the better.

_Courage, friend Stark - Thor commented since, in the course of the royal greetings, he had risen with his help - Being the new All-Father, has its advantages. And young Lady Morgan is sure to have a bright future.

_And several older brothers who - he indicated pointing to the Lokis, especially the crocodile among them - can literally eat a piece of anyone who wants to hurt her.

_Not that I want to offend you guys, but... you are not a comfort to anyone.

The man mumbled lowering his hands to see them, which made both of them laugh.

He crossed his arms watching his variants, while trying to ignore the laughter of Mobius and his brother behind him, probably having fun at Stark's expense.

_This changes everything - he told them and the others nodded.

_We cannot be by your side on the TVA - acknowledged the boy - We will need to stay on Earth.

The crocodile growled in his language and they both agreed with his statements.

These were basic, like everything that was pronounced in the alligator’s language and that they had learned to decipher as their classic version had done, ceasing to block themselves thinking that it was a simple animal and remembering that it was one of them.

_Are you sure you can convince the Panther King?

He asked his reptilian version, who had the audacity to roll his eyes before turning around and heading to where in the distance the figure of the King of Wakanda was drawn.

_Are you sure you can continue with the mission, even if you come across our female version again? - asked his younger version.

Sylvie. Yes. It would be a problem at some point. Since he did not doubt that they would cross paths again and that his character would probably lead him to recriminate her quasi betrayal.

_Yes - he said nevertheless - I'm sure.

_Mobius? - the boy asked with a sideways smile.

_Mobius

He confirmed by nodding.

Honestly.

He still had feelings for Sylvie.

He wasn't going to deny it.

But, as he had told his now partner, it had been confused with those he felt for him and led him to believe that they were much deeper.

However, the hours spent with Mobius, had put the issues in their place and had been able to adequately separate what he felt for each one and the analyst won widely by comparison.

There would be bitterness, he did not doubt it. One or another heated discussion, he did not doubt it either.

But it would no longer be the same, nor would it have the same consequences.

He said turning his head to see his human smile at him from a distance with a sparkle in his eyes that made him smile.

He had also chosen in the previous hours.

_Do you say then that they are in the material that the TVA confiscate?

He nodded, rummaging through the box in which, according to the administratives, most of his possessions were located, except for his daggers, which he already had with him.

He sighed with relief when he saw that, although his battle suit was somewhat battered, due to the transfer technology used in the place, his metal parts were intact.

His horned helmet, which, like all his implements, was enchanted to return to his master's side as soon as possible.

His various small blades, his belt and supplies and, of course, the necklace his mother had given him and that was always present, in a hidden pocket of his suit.

He opened the leather, thinking of how many times while being Thanos's prisoner he had thought of opening it and using its contents on his person. But he had soon understood that healing his wounds in that environment would only have caused them to be more cruel to hurt him, since he could not escape from the ship. His best plan was to survive the damage and let them use him to take him out of the place by themselves.

Then, he had guarded with zeal, the two small blisters that now slipped into his hand.

The last gift from her mother before her life was shattered.

Distilled from Idunn.

In sufficient quantity to always cover her two children.

Several whole apples in two small drops.

Both he and Thor carried them on the same means of transport wherever they went. Any serious wound inflicted on them on the battlefield, one blister alone would heal, since, having consumed apples from the goddess's garden since a very young age, their quasi-immortal status was not in dispute.

_Do you think they will be useful to bring Stark back? - B-15 asked him, leaning over his shoulder, observing the small containers of distillate.

_A single drop would be enough, if we use Thor's power and mine as enhancers. With two, I'm sure there will be no problems - he told the woman.

_Then, let's give him both - she said, getting up to go to the door - I'm going to prepare everything for the travel.

He and Mobius both nodded, and the chief of the minute men left the evidence room.

_What do you say if in the meantime, we both go over the details again?

The analyst suggested to him and he shook his head implying that he did not wish to do so.

_So, what do you want us to do in the meantime? - Mobius asked amused - Not that I’m complaining, but we just left the room we were in.

He smiled when he heard his partner comment recalling the moments together in the judge's bed and this led him to swallow hard, while dividing the blisters in his hand, returning one to its transport on the necklace and handing Mobius the other.

We only need one - he reminded him and the analyst's eyes widened when he understood what he was suggesting.

He took a deep breath trying to prepare himself for the blow, if he decided to refuse.

Just as had happened to his brother with his lady Jane, who had not been able to bear the challenges and fears that the throne and life as a goddess in charge of people as complex as the Asgardian proposed, Mobius could well decide in favor of a life... as mortal as possible, since his origin and temporal duration were still in real doubt.

The analyst brought his gaze to the palm of his hand, where the golden drop stood out fiercely against the white of his skin and he felt him sigh.

It was too much.

He knew it.

He bit his lower lip as he lowered his eyes, remembering that whatever his existence with Mobius would last was worth every second and that the free will of the other in this very important circumstance of his existence, had to be respected.

_B-15 is going to scold us so much

He felt it say it with humor and raised his head to see how the analyst took the vial to his mouth to bite it with his teeth and release the distillate that he did not hesitate to swallow.

He stifled a gasp when he saw how, upon entering his body, it expanded, coloring the human's veins with a golden color, forever transforming his destiny.

_He's a good choice - his younger variant told him - More stable than any of us, certainly.

_Thank you for your approval, Your Majesty - he replied sarcastically, which made the boy in question smile.

_It seems that Loki convinced the King – Kid Loki indicated still amused with his expression pointing to his reptilian variant that was approaching accompanied - Which means that we have to be bodyguards of the Queen and her offspring.

_I would greatly appreciate it - he confirmed - From what I know of the TVA chronicles, New Asgard is not prepared, like Wakanda, to house the All-Mother and... the further away both are from the hands of SHIELD and the Captain, the best.

_The three. The further apart the three are, the better

Said his variant pointing with his head, as Spiderman after being hugged by the engineer, was joined with grunts to the King of Wakanda, his sister and their general, who were approaching where they were.

Oh, it was true. The little spider.

The boy was something like the adoptive son of the inventor and skilled enough for him to judge that he could be his successor in the future, so it was not a bad idea for him to join the group guarded by his variants.

_Princes - the Panther King told them in his characteristic accent - The Prince has told me that... you need the help of Bast's descendants.

He lowered his gaze to see his crocodile version with satisfaction.

It was a bold, but good election.

The Egyptian gods, after all, had long been allies of his pantheon.

_We request asylum for the duration of the intervention of the All-Father in the temporal conflict that is coming, Your Majesty - said his youngest version to the King in his best royal pose - The All-Mother has just reincarnated and, meanwhile, she dominates again her powers, both she and her mortal offspring, are in danger in this world, especially if the secret of her new existence is revealed.

_You understand that, when the time comes, I will have to join Mr. Stark in that war, right? - the man expressed diplomatically.

_I am sure that, in your absence, the Princess and the lady present here, will be able to properly guard my mother, her daughter and this young man - he pointed out, inclining his head towards the General and little Shuri, who was looking at her brother with amusement, who rolled his eyes at the girl's reaction.

_Eh... Mister Loki? - Spiderman said clearing his throat - I can't go to Wakanda for a while sir. I have a life to recover and New York needs me and...

He raised his hand cutting off the boy's explanation.

_Thanos and Titan passed five years ago. During all that time - he reminded him - New York has not fallen to pieces because it does not have Spiderman, so moving to Wakanda for a brief period, I am sorry to say, will not make a dent in the lives of the citizens of that place and... with regard to the life that you want to recover... I am sure that, between the Princess and - he pointed to his own juvenile variant - my other self, there will be a whole series of ideas to allow this to be achieved. You will lose nothing by doing what you should young Parker, but on the contrary, you will gain in experience and ensure that Stark can fight more calmly knowing that his adopted son is in good hands.

Kids.

He thought amused when he saw how Peter Parker's face lit up when he heard that the engineer considered him a son.

_I think everything is ready - Mobius said coming to his side, while extending a tempad to Kid Loki - At the slightest problem in Wakanda, you activate that. We will be waiting for you and Loki on the other side.

Both his crocodile version and his younger version smiled when they heard how their partner assured them that he thought of them as fixed points in the existence of both.

_Have fun for us - said the boy winking at them and they laughed low, greeting the King, his entourage and Spiderman with a nod, to turn and see how Stark said goodbye with a hug to his wife and his best friend, to then stand next to Thor, who was already waiting by the portal.

_Ready for battle? - he asked Mobius in a low voice, after taking a deep breath.

_Ehh... almost... I want to try something before...

The other answered him stretching his left arm while he closed his eyes in concentration, which caused him to laugh when he felt how the air around him seemed to change.

Norns.

The Captain was going to hate them.

Or not.

Who knows.

With mortals things were so different sometimes.

_Brother! Mobius! What's going on? Who are we waiting for? - Thor asked in a shout, while in the distance a well-known whistle was heard.

_Someone you know! - he said laughing, while a soft blow indicated that the ancient hammer of the God of Thunder had ended up in the hands of the analyst.

_Now, yes - Mobius murmured next to him, which made him see him again - I think we are ready.

_You couldn't resist, right? - he asked extremely amused while holding his free hand.

_No. To tell the truth. I couldn’t.

Mobius replied with a shrug, as they advanced towards the portal that would take them to the TVA, through which Thor and Stark were already walking, being led by B-15.

What times were coming, he said to himself in front of the preferred means of transport of the temporal authority that had kidnapped him.

How much his existence had changed in those weeks or months.

But, despite all that he had suffered when facing his defects and truths, he thought when he saw the eyes of his partner who gently pulled his hand to make him follow him to what he already considered his new home, the result, however brief, had been totally worth it.