My fault, entirely
SUMMARY: You comfort Loki after his confrontation/conversation with Mobius at the end of episode one.
"Loki?”
The sound of your soft voice drew the attention of both men in the strange theater room. Loki’s eyes, so used to following the sweet tone that was only directed towards him, immediately locked onto you.
One of the so-called ‘hunters’ from the Time Variance Authority had a firm hand wrapped around your bicep, pushing you into the room ahead of her. Her black helmet was labeled B-15, and Loki made a mental note of her designation. Fortunately for her, she decided to release your arm and let the door close behind her, exiting the room to leave Mobius in charge.
Seeing you in such distress propelled the God of Mischief in your direction, uncaring of the vulnerability he may expose to Mobius. At this point, Loki had displayed more emotion to the mustachioed man than he had most individuals in his life.
“I’m sorry, I lost you in the fray.” You muttered as his hands cupped your cheeks to check for injury.
“It’s nothing, my dear. I should never have been so careless.” Loki reassured, brushing hair behind your ear and forcing a smile. “Are you hurt?”
Despite his moniker including lies as a specialty, you could clearly see the tear tracks on his face and the redness rimming his eyes. The God was clearly trying to conceal something from you, but it had been many months since he had been able to successfully manage that.
“I’m fine.” You assured, “But I can tell you’re not.”
Loki swallowed then, eyes flickering to Mobius for a moment before refocusing on your face. He seemed to consider the situation before sighing. “It was all for naught.”
“What?” Your brow knitted together, and Mobius cleared his throat.
“I’ll be outside, we can hash some details when you’re finished.”
Considering his strange occupation, the man had a fantastic sense of timing.
Once Mobius had left, you led Loki to the table in the center of the room. He lowered himself into one of the chairs, and you hopped up to sit on the edge of the counter.
“Loki, what do you mean?”
He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “The Tesseract, the stones. New York. It means nothing.”
Loki drew a hand from his pocket and displayed two glowing stones to you. A chuckle almost broke from his mouth when your jaw dropped, and you reached towards the red one.
“Infinity Stones?” Your hands fell to your lap, and Loki’s words finally seemed to click. “They don’t work here.”
He shook his head. “Nothing does. My magic is useless here. Those stones- in our universe, the most powerful objects in existence- are completely worthless.”
You might as well have stared a hole through the God’s head. “We’re stuck here.”
Loki dipped his head. “Correct. My fault, entirely. We both may very well be wiped from existence, so again. My fault.”
Shaking your head, you laid a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “As long as I’m stuck here with you, you crazy man. We’ll find a way out.”
You may have been ignoring the ‘we may be wiped from existence’ part, but that was a problem for a different time. If time even existed in the strange new void you were occupying.
“I brought you here. If only I would have left you with the Avengers, you would be-”
“Depressed? Annoyed? Shall I go on?” You forced him to look at you. “The first time I met them and saw you, I knew you weren’t yourself, and they didn’t believe me. The only one who did was Thor.”
Much to your surprise, the mention of Loki’s adoptive brother elicited a watery sniffle from the man before you.
“I saw that tape earlier, if we would have stayed, you know what would have happened.” You reminded him of Frigga’s and your own death at the hands of the Dark Elves. “At this point, you saved me. I’m happy to be with you, as I have been all the years before.”
Loki’s hand came to rest on your thigh, and his forehead dropped against your knees. “I don’t… enjoy hurting people. Mobius is incorrect.”
“I know.”
“Though I would hurt the woman who manhandled you in here.” He mumbled into the legs of your less than flattering jumpsuit.
You smoothed a hand into his dark hair, brushing the wild strands into something of a manageable state. “I know you would, but we’re going to be nice.”
“They are far from nice to us, Y/N.”
“Kill them with kindness.” The saying fell off your tongue almost instantly, and you regretted it as soon as it entered the room.
“Kindness would not make an ideal weapon.” Loki pointed out.
“I know, Loki. It's a colloquialism.”
“Not a very good one.” He shot back.
You nudged his head back until he looked up at you. “Just shut up, would you?”
Loki could only nod, pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. The door reopened then, and Mobius peeked in. His calm face was scrunched in urgency.
“There are some details we need to brush up on ASAP. Come with me, we’ll get you some better clothes.”
Both Loki and yourself nodded, untangling from each other and standing. You toddled after Mobius like children in a line at school, though your hand trailed behind to tug at Loki’s.
“We’ll talk again later.”
Loki leaned in towards your ear. “ I hope so. I’ll need you to explain the complexity of ending one’s life with kindness.”
You could only roll your eyes and grip your lover’s hand as you were led into the golden center of the TVA.