Chapter 22
"No, I am your father," said Darth Vader.
Sylvie stared at the screen and stood up.
"He's lying! He's lying! Tell me he's lying!" Sylvie shouted at Peter.
"No, Sylvie. Darth Vader is Anakin Skywalker," said Peter. She liked the character of Luke. He was funny, he had a good heart and reminded her a bit of Loki. Of course, Loki was much wiser and much more manipulative. Darth Vader is the father of Luke Skywalker. He cut off his hand. Darth Vader was not Luke's family! She wasn't surprised Luke had jumped. Families should not hurt themselves. She remembered Agnar's punishing hand on herself. Families don't hurt each other. Maybe that's why she kept blaming herself for what happened in Alabama. She didn't want to hurt Loki. She didn't know him then. He was just an obstacle. However, that did not stop the acrid voice.
Families don't hurt each other.
Loki didn't mind her attack. As if it didn't matter! Didn't he care about his own life?
Suddenly she heard a sound. She immediately was protecting Peter with her body. Peter was hid behind her. But it wasn't the killer. It was Loki. He looked terrible. There were circles under his eyes, his skin felt sticky with sweat, Loki swayed and gasped for breath. Sylvie ran to him immediately. What happened to him? If these were the Avengers? What if it was Thor? She'll kill that bastard! She will kill them slowly and painfully! Owen will help her. Being a TVA agent gave him a good school of torture for prisoners.
She knew Owen took the collar and remote from the burning TVA. He told her it could always be useful.Well, she had to admit to herself that she and Owen had a pact. If anyone hurts Loki, they are going to use their long experience. Her in battle and his in torture. Loki saved them. If it weren't for him, Owen would never have his life back, and she would have had revenge but no family.
She needed to contact Owen once she had taken care of Loki. Time for revenge. She wonders who was stupid enough to hurt Loki. Owen must have had some information. She would have thought it was the Avengers, but she realized after a while that they preferred mind games, or in Thor's case, just a punch. And Loki looked neither the one nor the other. He looked like he had come out of a torture chamber.
"What happened?" Sylvie grabbed Loki's arm and tried to help him stay upright.
"It's just a bit of magical exhaustion. I'll be fine," Loki said.
As if Sylvie believed it. She wanted to yell at him that he was a liar, but Loki was barely conscious. Peter stood near them, staring fearfully at Loki. Despite his fear, Sylvie saw some kind of calculation in Peter as well.
"Sylvie, these are the symptoms of heatstroke. Mr. Loki needs to do an ice bath," said Peter.
Sylvie left the pale Loki on the couch and ran to the bathroom. The water was cold, but not quite. It had to be created ice of Jotuheim. She never did. However, Loki needed it.
She tried.
She was Laufey's daughter!
She had to know it!
However, the water remained the same.
Sylvie returned to Loki. Peter gave him ice on his body from the freezer, but the ice melted almost instantly.
"Loki, give me a Reality Stone. It takes cold for you!" Sylvie said.
"Just not this stone!" Loki yelled and curled up into a ball.
Sylvie didn't know what to do.
"Give me the casket," she said.
"I won't," Loki said.
"You will die!" Sylvie shouted.
"Mr. Loki, you cannot die! Nor can I lose you!" Peter screamed.
Loki finally seemed to be listening to reason. The heart of Jotuheim appeared in his hands.