Chapter 60
Owen and Sylvie were out on Xandar. It was late morning here, and Sylvie was tired. Peter was still asleep in Owen's arms. She remembered Loki asking her if she was tired. At the time, she thought it was a trick. However, in retrospect, she knew Loki really cared about her. Already then.
"I have to admit to Sylvie, I also had an ulterior motive to be on Xandar," Owen said.
"What?" Sylvie asked.
"I want to talk to Nova Prime. She may have information that will help us locate Loki," Owen said.
Sylvie nodded and yawned. She had slept before but was still tired. Surely she still worried about Loki. To worry her so much! Where was he? Really she will force him to him to live in Owen's timeline!
"I will rent rooms for us at the hotel first. You will both sleep, and I will arrange an audience with Nova Prime," Owen said.
They went to the hotel. It was a large glass building. It was full of visitors from all over the universe.
Owen pulled out Xandar's currency. Sylvie asked him where he got it from.
"The TVA didn't need the money. But they still confiscated it. Stella took a whole packet full of all kinds of currency. From earthly dollars to standard Xandar units," Owen said.
After a while he asked the blue uniform receptionist for 3 rooms
"You are not in our system," said the desk clerk, looking at the screen.
"We are travelers from the Empire of Odin," said Owen.
"Ah yes. What planets?" asked the receptionist.
"Me and the child from Terra, named by Asgard as Midgard. It also figures Earth. Sylvie is from Jotunheim," Owen replied.
It was standard procedure. Xandar took great care to ensure that the room was adapted to the species of creatures he was visiting. Sylvie had never been to a hotel like this, but had heard of their customs.
"Of course. We are preparing softer equipment for Terra residents," the receptionist said.
"It won't be necessary for me. I'm an enhanced mortal. I can handle the standard of a regular Xandarian perfectly. Only for a child," Owen said.
"Of course. But I wanted to ask about Mrs. Sylvie. She is from Jotunheim, but our genetic reader sees her as Aesir. I may ask why?" the receptionist asked.
"It's the magic of the Allfather. In general, she is always Aesir. Only when touched by a Jotunn or Jotunheim artifact does she change. But the temperature in the room should be slightly lower than for a normal Aesir," Owen said.
"Got it. Any other wishes?" the receptionist asked.
"Now Sylvie and Peter will be sleeping, so I'd like a quiet room and a meal for them after they wake up," Owen said.
"Of course, here are the room keys," the clerk handed over three cards.
Owen went to put Peter down. Sylvie quickly went to her room. The room was fairly bright, spacious with a sliding door. Temperature just right. The bed was quite comfortable. Sylvie fell asleep.
Sylvie was dreaming.
She was in front of the casket. She was holding it in her hands. She felt disgust, fear and hate. Self-hate. As if she wanted to recover live. Cut out blue, blue! He was their son! How did this happen? He was their son!
"What am I?" Sylvie asked in Loki's voice.
"You're my son," Odin replied.
"What's more than that?" Sylvie asked in Loki's voice.
Suddenly, Sylvie saw her Mother. She was lying on the ground. Dead.
Sylvie wanted to scream in despair. She wouldn't lose another mother! Her beautiful Mom is dead! Who did it? Who took her Mom from her? Sylvie tried to reach out, try to help. However, she couldn't.
Oddly, despair seemed to be double.
There were voices around Sylvie.
You killed her!
You killed her!
You killed her!
She loved you and you killed her!
But Owen said it was just his manipulation!
Owen wanted to cheer you up.
No, I don't killed mom! She lives! She is safe in Asgard!
For how long?
The Dark Elves are approaching inevitably.
I'll kill them all! I will make sure of that unlike Borr.
Mom will live!
Mom, you will live! Promise you!
God of Lies.
You're even lying to yourself!
I've already achieved so much! I can save everyone!
Can you really?
So why are you still trembling at the name of Thanos?
He no longer has power over me!
Asgardian!
A nasty dead head of an unknown creature appeared before Sylvie's eyes.
"I promise you Asgardian, you will regret betraying Thanos!" the dead head screamed.
Sylvie felt pain. Heat pain. Penetrating her skin. She felt terrible fear.
"Death is his ally!" the dead head screamed.
Sylvie woke up.
She only remembered the words.
Death is his ally.
What? What this is about?