Chapter 105
Sylvie stared at the faces of her children. Children who will never be born. The twins. Two boys with black hair and blue eyes. She was a mother. She remembered Peter's face. Her helplessness in the face of his crying. She couldn't cheer him up. If she hadn't changed the color of her hair, would she have been able to be a mother? As tender as her new mom? Or she could sing lullabies like a biological mother? She still cursed the fact that she sang horribly. She probably wouldn't feel as awkward with children as she is now. Surely she would know how to make Peter stop crying. According to The Sacred Timeline, she was going to be a mother, so she still had a chance to be good at it. Sylvie looked at Owen. His face was sad as he looked at her children. Did they face a cruel fate when they grew up? Would she be there to help them? What could await them? What dangers and hardships?
"What happened?" Sylvie asked, fearing the answer to that question.
Thousands of scenarios circulated in her mind. Every possible future where her boys are hurt in every way. They die in war, suffer war wounds or have their hearts broken.
"The gods of Asgard did not forgive you for Baldur's murder. You and Thor ..." said Owen.
"How could I be with him, it's gross!" Sylvie snapped, interrupting Owen. That idiot! She never wanted to be in a relationship with him! Yet he was the father of her children! She felt very confused by this fact.
"That Thor was the fruit of Jord's relationship with Odin. You never met in childhood, you were not siblings. This Variant was not a proud and golden Prince of Asgard, but a bastard rejected by Odin. An unwanted son. Quite a threat. Thor had lived on Earth all his life with his mother until she died. He was a stern and powerful god, and you brought joy to his life. Your mischief, your intelligence charmed him. And you had children. I dare say that he was one of the wisest Variants of Thor that existed. He was not ignorant and not raised in Asgard. He valued you, Sylvie. You were his treasure. But Asgard wanted revenge, "Owen said and showed her new picture.
Sylvie stared at Thor's Variant. Short hair, wearing a plain white T-shirt with the words I am God. His muscles seemed to be even better than the ones she had seen on the idiot Thor. No hammer. And his eyes.The wise eyes. He was god with difficult life. Then Owen changed the picture. It was her. With black hair that hung down to her waist. She wore heavy makeup and a white dress with gold embellishments. Thor was at her side in a black suit. It was her wedding. In an ordinary church. He ... His expression reminded her of some Disney Prince back then, and she was a Disney Princess. The Family. She always wanted this.
"Were we happy?" she asked softly, but Owen shook his head.
"Sylvie, this is a sad story. Very tragic. Do you want to hear it?" Owen asked. Sad story. Loki's fate, right? But she had to know the truth. She nodded her head.
"Sylvie, I'm so sorry. They turned your son, Vali into a wolf in the cradle, and he tore his brother to pieces. And then he also fell dead. They imprisoned you in a cave and stitched you to the rock with stitches from the insides of your dead children. Thor tried to free you, but he didn't know magic. You spent ages there until you died of old age. Thor went to Asgard, but no one wanted to tell him how to free you. After all, he was killed by Odin himself, "Owen replied.
Sylvie didn't say anything. She went to the window. Suddenly, the green magic shattered the window into a thousand pieces. Sylvie fell to the floor, ignoring the debris. Owen was immediately next to her. The scarf around her neck glowed slightly with green magic. The light wounds on her hands immediately disappeared. The window also repaired itself.
"Mom," only Sylvie whispered, trying to calm herself.
"Yes, Sylvie. Amora still protects you. She may have died in both your reality and this, but she still cares for you. I didn't tell you the story to make you break down," Owen replied, touching Sylvie's wrists gently.
"Then why did you tell me that?" Sylvie shouted.
"Sylvie, The Sacred Timeline is gone. You are in a different timeline. A completely different timeline. You changed your destiny too when you changed your hair color. That's why you became a variant. Sylvie, this is not going to happen again," Owen said, hugging her.
"I'm scared. I know we beat The Time Keepers. I know it's all right. I have Loki, Peter, the new mom, and even you and Stella. Still, I'm scared. I'm afraid to be alone. Cave forever, with no one. Only. snake and venom ... "Sylvie felt tears in her eyes.
It will nightmare.
The dark cave.
Silence and loneliness.
Even without momentary contact with people.
No Disney movies.
No hope of revenge.
"Never. It will never happen. I shouldn't have told you about it," Owen sighed.
"You should. I'm glad you told me that," Sylvie said, stepping out of Owen's embrace. She stood in front of the window and stared at the panorama of Xandar.
She was glad she knew the truth.
About her Mom.
Abou her fate.
Even if she felt pain.
Love is a dagger.
Loki's desperate face.
“Love is a dagger. It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it…. "
Maybe he was right. It certainly felt like her heart was bleeding. Terrible metaphor.
"Sylvie, maybe we should talk about something else," Owen suggested. She saw on his face express himself blaming for telling her the truth.
It would be better to come back to safer topics. For example, the subject of Loki. She didn't know how she should to react to him anymore. Was she angry that he had left her like that or grateful that he was there to help her avoid loneliness? Thanos and the Ancient One. But also Loki's disastrous state of mind.
"Tell me why Loki, despite so much self-hatred, can care for me, for Peter ... I don't understand. His mind ... It was terrible," Sylvie said, shivering at the thought of being there. Loki was precious to her. She didn't want him to live with something so hideous inside.
"Sylvie, despite your problems, you are a model of mental health, comparing you and Loki. You did not grow up in Asgard, you were not a scapegoat for the gods of Asgad. It is true that you suffer from your life and lonely, but despite appearances, Loki's Variants are more suffer of bad words of others than loneliness, "Owen explained to her.
"Why?" Sylvie was surprised.
"Variants of Loki have sensitive hearts. You do too. They want others to love and accept them, and according to The Sacred Timeline it would be impossible. When you were alone, you missed company. And that also caused damage to your psyche, but you also constantly watched movies. Disney, hoping for it. And then Loki entered your life with his concern. Suddenly you experienced what you wanted. Loki experienced disappointment after disappointment. Over and over. You add to this, racism of Asgard, being shadow of golden brother, bad parenting and you have Loki all inside shaking with self-hatred, "Owen said.
Remorse returned to Sylvie.
Alabama.
Loki on the floor as she beat him.
"I didn't want to hurt him. It was our first meeting and I beat him up! Why did he still care about me after that?" Sylvie asked.
"Sylvie. You know Loki. He gets attached quickly. He must have been initially interested in you being his variant, but then it didn't matter," Owen replied.
"Why?" Sylvie asked.
"Who is Loki's mother, Sylvie? Frigga. A real lady and a very sensitive creature. She taught him good manners. You told me yourself when he overtook you on Lamentis 1, only to open the door for you. He felt responsible for you already. He very quickly stopped thinking of you as his Variant. You were just Sylvie. His little sister, "Owen said. Sylvie nodded. Sister. Loki was her real family. It was he who entered her life and turned it upside down. And she was very grateful to him for that.
"Tell me who is Ancient One?" Sylvie. She needed to know where Loki was. She needed to see him. Tell nim about everything she learned. Show him Mom's scarf. Also his Mom. Maybe they could share the scarf somehow? Sylvie did not want to part with him, but Loki gave Sylvie a new mother. And she owed him the mention of their biological mother.
"You've already asked me that. How do you know about her?" Owen asked.
"From Loki. I had a dream where I communicated with him and Loki mentioned her," Sylvie replied. Instantly Owen's demeanor became relaxed and his face showed joy.
"Loki is on Earth! What a relief! He was not in... never mind. He's safe," Owen said.
So their entire journey was unnecessary. Loki will just go back to their apartment. Sylvie was relieved too. It didn't matter that Owen didn't answer her question. She was happy that they could just go back to Earth and Loki would be there. Suddenly, Sylvie heard the alarm from Owen's pocket. His joyful face dissapear. He immediately opened the portal with a TimePad.
"Sylvie, change your outfit and take your sword," Owen said shortly. Sam pulled out the collar. He also tweaked his outfit. There was an expression of determination on his face.
"What's going on?" Sylvie asked, in her normal clothes again. She had the sword in her hands. The only novelty was her mother's scarf around her neck. Mom's scarf to protect her. It was still strange to think of her mother as a dissolute woman.
"Someone attacked Peter," Owen said as he walked towards the portal, fear engulfing Sylvie's heart. Sweet, innocent Peter in danger! Memories of his fate that Owen told her! She had to protect Peter.
"How do you know?" Sylvie asked as she followed him.
"Unfortunately I cannot follow Loki. He will discover every magic and tracking technique. However, an innocent child who grew up on Earth will not. I admit I took advantage of Peter's credulity, but I did it to protect him. He has a golden card of Asgard from me. He can pay for whatever he wants. At the same time, it's a tracking device and an all-threat sensor, ”Owen said as he entered the portal.
Sylvie was right behind him.
She will kill anyone who dares to touch Peter. She had decided it before. But now she was even more desperate because of the knowledge about two children she had failed to protect in another world. Narfi and Vali. Her sons whom she had failed. Peter will be safe, and whoever dared raise your hand against this adorable child was practically dead. Sylvie couldn't sing like Loki to Peter. She couldn't cheer up him like Owen. She couldn't be practical on the walk like Stella for Peter. However, she was able to kill quickly and effectively. And she will kill for Peter.
The Time Keepers were dead.
Sylvie's fate depended on herself.
Peter will be safe.
Sylvie entered the portal.