Mischief's Haven

Loki awoke, body aching in a similar fashion to when Hulk had assaulted him. He groaned, giving a sharp intake of breath, upon the bed he found himself on. How had he gotten here? This surely wasn’t the TVA, they would never have granted him an actual bed to rest upon. Even Mobius hadn’t been that indulgent; sleeping on a desk for a few minutes had been too much to ask for, for gods’ sake!

Blinking, tired green eyes gazed around the room, looking for whom else might be with him... He hoped he was not alone in this strange place.

“Hello? Excuse me, hello? Is... someone there?”

“The academy is full of magic users, we’ve been all outcasts. Magic is just for woman, but still we’re called witches by using it. Even the allmother herself was a scholar of this academy and called a witch. Weren’t people calling you son of a witch? It will always be like this, we’re used to be called names and I think you can relate. We’re all the same here, so no, I won’t think people wouldn’t approve as long you’re trying your best” she replied, folding her hands in front of her waist.

Sigyn escaped a small giggle, as he answered ever so calm. “You’re not surprised? That I’m a princess? You should know, my father wanted to force me to marry your brother” she told him, before she heard someone shouting and could watch like a man in armor was walking towards them. “Oh noe…” she murmured, covering her face with her hands.

***

“Nothing wrong with being a witch.” Loki crossed his arms over his chest, thinking of his mother and the company she kept. “I am not one myself, but there is naught wrong with it.” They could do things that he couldn’t, like seeing into the future... Some of their abilities were quite enviable. “On occasion, yes I was called that. I believe my mother found it amusing that it was an attempt at an insult.”

Loki let her in, quickly closing the door behind her. It was dangerous, assuredly, but... that was part of the allure. It was fun! It made him feel alive!

And he loved her.

So, it was worth it.

“I missed you today”

***

After escaping the new TVA, Loki had retreated to Midgard. After Asgard itself, it was the realm he knew best, and, he knew, his brother favoured. Perhaps, he would be able to locate the God of Thunder, reunite once more, if Thor welcomed him after Ragnarok and the part his Variant had played in it. 

 It was... a loss; one he hadn’t even wanted Mobius to see. It was deep and, therefore, private. Not many would both understand it, and have empathy for the infamous God of Lies going through it. It was a wound best not put on display as there were a great many whom would delight in sticking the blade in...

and twisting.

He looked up, and his eyes widened in hopeful disbelief. Perhaps... this was one of those rare meetings. One where his grief was not a ready-made weapon to be used against him. At least, it was another Asgardian...

“Good morning,” he exhaled, a smile pulling at his lips...

She nearly rolled her eyes but restrained herself, entering the coffee shop and taking a seat in the window. She crossed her legs and looked at him, “I’ve been here for nearly 5 years.” She answered simply. “And you?”

***

He had a whole floor set up, with sensors that would monitor the magic use in the room, that would keep track of the energy, that would be able to monitor is Loki uses any magic. He took a ground breath as he heard the sound of magic hitting the balcony and he looked on the mintors seeing Thor and sighed as he noticed the god behind him. He strolled down to the communal floor where they were to meet.

Loki bounced lightly on his heels as he stood behind his brother, energy rushing through him though chains bound his hands. Whether this would be better than being imprisoned on Asgard was yet to be seen. It should be, if nothing else, easier for him to escape here should he chose to, than back in Odin's palace. Perhaps it would be preferable in others ways as well. Stark seemed to understand his sense of humour at least, and giving his brother some time to cool off after their spat was definitely necessary. Mother was sure to work on Odin in his absence as well...

Still, he would be restricted. His movements, his magic... Surrounded by people whom hated him. Nothing new there then. At least these people knew why they loathed him, had true reason to... Father's- Odin's behaviour towards him had dictated that in Asgardian society without a great many really knowing why.

Waiting for Stark, the God of Mischief almost smiled. If nothing else, it would be a relief to get away from the mess of his family for a while, and the human couldn't hold him forever...

He came down to meet Thor and Loki smiling softly to the blonde before he looked to Loki. "Well well Frosty~ Seems like we finally got you to rights here. You gotta make sure you don't screw around here too much. Got this place set to shock you for every snide remark I find offensive." His tone was clearly playful and teasing but there was a hint of warning. "Okay maybe not a shock, but you gotta behave here, I'm not gonna tolerate you fucking with Jarvis like you did before." He huffed and he leaned against the nearby wall but he was clearly tense and on edge when he looked between the two princes.

How strange, the friends his sibling had made…

“Oh, fret not, I will behave.” And if Stark believed that, he was far more of a fool than the God of Mischief took him for. It was less a genuine promise, than a playful opening of their cohabitation. “I will be the perfect guest.” He gestured with his hands in a ‘I’m harmless’ motion. As if Tony wanted him to be boring. It didn’t seem to be in the man’s nature, the way he flirted with danger.

Danced with death while dressed in iron, as if it could protect him.

Loki awoke, body aching in a similar fashion to when Hulk had assaulted him. He groaned, giving a sharp intake of breath, upon the bed he found himself on. How had he gotten here? This surely wasn’t the TVA, they would never have granted him an actual bed to rest upon. Even Mobius hadn’t been that indulgent; sleeping on a desk for a few minutes had been too much to ask for, for gods’ sake!

Blinking, tired green eyes gazed around the room, looking for whom else might be with him... He hoped he was not alone in this strange place.

“Hello? Excuse me, hello? Is... someone there?”

“Oh everything you can think of… But I thought you could attend to be a teacher” she replied, noticing, that he misunderstood her intention.

With a concerned face she watched her handmaid leave, it was too late to keep her secret, her cheeks just flushed as she looked at him.

“Princess, to be precise” she let out, looking worriedly at him. “Princess of Vanaheim, it bores me, indeed. It’s just a cage so much weight… So much aspectations. I always wanted to be more than someones wife, my father abounded me as i refused the hand of various nobleman.. So I came here,… So exprincess would be more precise.” she explained, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

***

“Are you sure your people would approve?” The Asgardians themselves had distrusted his magic, even before learning his true origins. Would strangers feel any better about it? He couldn’t help but doubt it...

Loki stumbled out onto Earth’s surface, cool air running through his hair. The TVA was in chaos, and he had fallen here. Where was here? Not safe, that much was certain. No where was ever, ever safe. With Thor, with Mobius, with Sylvie. Never. Never, never. And now there would be war, and no one would help him. Anyone whom might presumed him dead. The gods only knew where his brother was now, and whether he would listen... 

Looking around, he noticed a single house in this deceptively peaceful place. There were certain to be snakes in the grass, and not only himself. 

However, what choice did he have? He could not face this alone, and had to find allies somewhere. The residents of the cottage should at least be able to tell him some basic things, and he could start again from there.

Start again, always starting again.

The God of Mischief made his way to the door and knocked before he could allow himself to go too far down that train of thought.

“I think he struggled a lot with losing his family. He never said much but Steve had mentioned it in passing when everyone had returned from the snap,” Wanda replied, only now realising that the man standing in front of her had been the very brother Thor had lost to Thanos.

She listened as he explained just how he had came to be and how much trouble he seemed to be in. “And I’m guessing that if it weren’t for this war, they’d be out here looking for you?” She asked before adding, “so you mean to tell me that there are other timelines, other versions of ourselves out there?”

***

“The Snap? So the Mad Titan did achieve his dreams then...” A grin ore at home on his alligator counterpart’s face than his own. “And had them wiped out, in great part due to my brother, I’d imagine?” How fitting. If there was anyone whom deserved such a fate, it was that monster...

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Surprisingly he had become an expert, where as she felt throwing the infuriating thing against the wall most of the time.

Swiping her thumb across the screen it came to life with a text, a text from Loki? "What on earth?" The angel murmured to herself, hazel eyes following the small sentence until it reached the end. He had to be drunk right? Blinking a few times she tapped the message icon and began to reply, a small grin tugging at her full lips as she decided to mess with him a little, hitting send after a minute of re-reading it to make sure there were no "typo's" as Thor called them.

::Mmm.. Why haven't you already then? I'm layed out in my chambers. Come join me and make good on your desire..::

"I believe you have those roles reversed, my friend."

Raising a brow, the Valkyrie was not anticipating Loki to reply to her smart ass comment. Quickly narrowing her hazel eyes once more, she steps up to him until they’re chest to chest (well, head to collar due to their height difference) “Because, I could most definitely best you in a fight, I have so before on Sakaar..” She mocks the god, smirking. Not at all afraid like most would be, being so close.

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***

Loki looked around, eyes taking in every inch of the beach they had arrived upon, the sky that stood above them which clearly was not that of Earth… 

He took in a breath, then his gaze returned to Grayson. “I am glad you were not destroyed after all. The Titan took enough without ending your existence as well. It is not often that surprises I encounter are good, but it is pleasant when they defeat that expectation…” 

The God of Mischief was silent for a moment, looking at the incarnation of an Infinity Stone. “What is it that you desire from me?” There was no hostility in the question, merely curiosity…

“I desire your love and affection.”

He’s blushing.

“None who have held me have seen me as more than a thing.  But when you touch me, I feel love.”

Moving closer to Loki, he wrapped his arms around him.

Well, who had not?

Loki stared up at the Variant of He Who Remains’ statue, vaguely hearing Mobius move away behind him with some other TVA members. Sylvie had betrayed him. His friend didn’t know who he was. His brother believed, rightfully, that he was dead. His people had, by and large, perished. If Ragnarok hadn’t ended them, then Thanos’ family had finished the job with many Asgardians. Including Thor’s dearest friends...

He was alone, as many had told him he was destined to be.

Not to be trusted or valued, merely to be the harbinger of doom, the villain, the failure.

He hadn’t been able to stop Sylvie and now... now the multiverse was in jeopardy and he had no idea how to fix it! Horror written all over his face, the God of Mischief stood, frozen, at a loss for how to proceed...

She smiled and nodded “hmmm yeah I guess , I mean I’m not even sure I want to meet another me , I mean they atleast got to live the lives they chose , where as I only got the life that I was forced in too … So I’d rather not be jealous of myself ‘cshe said with a soft sigh.

She hummed ” yeah or cause a few to have mental breakdowns , I mean don’t get me wrong I’d love to burn everything down , the only thing that has stopped me is the people , I mean most if them don’t know anybetter , they don’t deserve that “

***

“Others of me seem to share my luck,” Loki chuckled, “or they... remind me of elements of myself I’d rather not see. So... I don’t think I have much to be jealous of...” Aside from the magical prowess of some of his kin, but he could aspire to that. If they could do, so could he!

After escaping the new TVA, Loki had retreated to Midgard. After Asgard itself, it was the realm he knew best, and, he knew, his brother favoured. Perhaps, he would be able to locate the God of Thunder, reunite once more, if Thor welcomed him after Ragnarok and the part his Variant had played in it. 

 It was... a loss; one he hadn’t even wanted Mobius to see. It was deep and, therefore, private. Not many would both understand it, and have empathy for the infamous God of Lies going through it. It was a wound best not put on display as there were a great many whom would delight in sticking the blade in...

and twisting.

He looked up, and his eyes widened in hopeful disbelief. Perhaps... this was one of those rare meetings. One where his grief was not a ready-made weapon to be used against him. At least, it was another Asgardian...

“Good morning,” he exhaled, a smile pulling at his lips...

Elizabeth stopped mid step, she understood why he would feel this way, but she had worked so hard to forget. She sighed and turned to look at him. “Fine.” She said, not meeting his eye. “Come, lets get some coffee…” She lead him to a small coffee shop down the road.

***

Loki let her in, quickly closing the door behind her. It was dangerous, assuredly, but... that was part of the allure. It was fun! It made him feel alive!

And he loved her.

So, it was worth it.

Ashley tugged on Loki’s hand and tugged so she could wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him

***

Wanda peered up at him as he mentioned her being an exception. “You trust me?” She asked, her hand moving to rest on his cheek. “Is that a wise decision or… are you just hoping that I’m not someone who will stab you in the back?”

***