Goddess of Mischief

It means I know you are a good boy.

Why do I feel like you’re lying to me?

It means I know you are a good boy.

Why do I feel like you’re lying to me?

It means I know you are a good boy.

Sylvie’s blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. “He who remains” body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.

"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."

"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."

“We could, but what then? There will still be a multiverse… wars are bound to happen. And even if there isn’t, where will we go?” Sylvie shakes her head, thinking of Loki. “We pushed away everyone who cared about us.”

Sylvie sighed. “There are bound to be places. Doesn’t have to be earth, or Asgard in the universes it does exist. It is a large universe, after all. Start anew, isn’t that what we’ve always wanted?”

“We could have a life…” Sylvie muttered, smiling to herself. Shaking her head she stopped herself. “No. We can’t. We can’t just sit by and watch as the multiverse goes into madness. Loki- I mean people,” she says correcting herself, “need us.”

Sylvie turned to face her other self. “There’s still hope.” She said, frowning slightly. “This could be the best thing to happen to the timeline. To us. War doesn’t have to happen. And if it does, it doesn’t have to involve us.”

“Do you think we could find our family out there? Thor and mother? Surely they would be in one of these timelines.”

Sylvie’s blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. “He who remains” body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.

"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."

"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."

“We could, but what then? There will still be a multiverse… wars are bound to happen. And even if there isn’t, where will we go?” Sylvie shakes her head, thinking of Loki. “We pushed away everyone who cared about us.”

Sylvie sighed. “There are bound to be places. Doesn’t have to be earth, or Asgard in the universes it does exist. It is a large universe, after all. Start anew, isn’t that what we’ve always wanted?”

“We could have a life…” Sylvie muttered, smiling to herself. Shaking her head she stopped herself. “No. We can’t. We can’t just sit by and watch as the multiverse goes into madness. Loki- I mean people,” she says correcting herself, “need us.”

Sylvie turned to face her other self. “There’s still hope.” She said, frowning slightly. “This could be the best thing to happen to the timeline. To us. War doesn’t have to happen. And if it does, it doesn’t have to involve us.”

Sylvie’s blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. “He who remains” body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.

"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."

"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."

“We could, but what then? There will still be a multiverse… wars are bound to happen. And even if there isn’t, where will we go?” Sylvie shakes her head, thinking of Loki. “We pushed away everyone who cared about us.”

Sylvie sighed. “There are bound to be places. Doesn’t have to be earth, or Asgard in the universes it does exist. It is a large universe, after all. Start anew, isn’t that what we’ve always wanted?”

“We could have a life…” Sylvie muttered, smiling to herself. Shaking her head she stopped herself. “No. We can’t. We can’t just sit by and watch as the multiverse goes into madness. Loki- I mean people,” she says correcting herself, “need us.”

Sylvie’s blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. “He who remains” body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.

"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."

"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."

“We could, but what then? There will still be a multiverse… wars are bound to happen. And even if there isn’t, where will we go?” Sylvie shakes her head, thinking of Loki. “We pushed away everyone who cared about us.”

Sylvie sighed. “There are bound to be places. Doesn’t have to be earth, or Asgard in the universes it does exist. It is a large universe, after all. Start anew, isn’t that what we’ve always wanted?”

Sylvie’s blade fell to the ground with a loud clatter, the woman slowly sinking to the ground. “He who remains” body laid limp in the chair behind his desk, the window behind him showing the timeline branching off at multiple points. Tears welled in her eyes. She had finally got what she wanted, but at what cost.

"I don't know." Sylvie spoke, looking up at, well, herself. "It's not like anything would be different if we took the mantel. Like he said, we can't trust."

"He's coming. Him and all his variants..." Sylvie spoke watching the timeline expand and collide. It was a beautiful yet terrifying sight. "We've doomed everyone. A multiversal war is coming, whether we like it or not..."