Chapter 1
“Stop!” Loki stood up from his chair and walked to the screen. He was staring at a woman’s face. The screen was paused on the features of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. As everything with the TVA, there was no proper explanation given for any of it, but since they were showing him his timeline, he knew the woman had to be important. But more than that, he felt the stirrings of recognition in his heart at the sight on the screen, as if a distant memory he couldn’t quite place. Something he should know, but didn’t. He was sure that he hadn't met you yet, but somehow he just knew you.
"Who-who is that?" Loki asked, ashamed at the panic and vulnerability in his voice. As soon as your face had flashed up on the screen in the TVA, Loki had known you meant something to him. After all, why show your face if you were nothing to him?
Agent Mobius paused, brows furrowed. He wasn't supposed to discuss you with Loki, but he couldn't deny the look on the man's - the God's - face. You would play a very important part of Loki's future. Against his better judgement, he answered the God. "Her name is Y/N."
Loki's eyes snapped to Mobuis, tearing them away from your face. "Who is she to me?" His voice was soft, tender even, completely different to how he had spoken since arriving at the TVA.
"She is your future."
Loki rolled his eyes, jaw clenched tightly. "That much is obvious, seeing as I haven't met her yet." Loki paused, as he mulled over Mobius' words. "You mean…” he trailed off, considering that information.
“Yes.” Mobius moved to stand next to Loki, both studying the screen now as he answered the unspoken question.
“My Queen?” Loki confirmed.
“Your Queen.” Mobius confirmed.
“When…” Loki tried to talk around the lump in his throat. “When will I meet her?”
“I can’t tell you that, Loki.” Mobius said quietly. “There are rules.”
“But you can show me my death at the hands of that tyrant Thanos?” Loki hissed, suddenly enraged.
“I’m sorry, Loki. Really I am. But I cannot give you the answers about her that you seek.” To his credit, Mobius did look genuinely regretful.
“Tell me the rules of which you speak.” Loki summoned every bit of his godly command into his voice.
Mobius raised an eyebrow, clearly not affected by Loki’s tone. “I can’t disclose that information.”
Loki narrowed his eyes, assessing whether he could force Mobius to tell him what he wanted to know. "Listen closely-"
Mobius cut him off. “I can tell you that you will never meet another like her again. She is very special to you, Loki. And your mother would have loved her.”
Loki didn't respond, eyes riveted to the screen again, memorising your features as if he could manifest you into being in front of him, right now.
Mobius looked sad for a moment. "If it is any consolation, I hope you do get to meet her still."
Loki nodded, accepting the agent's words.