#dontcallmeloki

His words halted her escape, halfway out a back window. Sylvie frowned, and sat on the windowsill for a moment, glaring at the door. She should leave and find another disaster to hide in. Any and all interactions ran the risk of her being remembered, breadcrumbs for the TVA to follow and ruin everything all over again. But Sylvie was a curious creature by nature, and her self-imposed isolation wasn’t always as strict as she meant it to be. Slowly, Sylvie climbed back inside and stood in the doorframe, the same puzzled look on her face. “If you’re not here to loot, what are you doing here? It’s too late to safely escape if you’re trying to save people. You’re as doomed as I am.”

Whoever she was, she didn't sound old. XI didn't try to open the door, listening outside for now. She seemed willing enough to hear him out for the time being, although something she said tipped him off.

A rich laugh follows on the heels of Sylvie’s shove, though for all of his grinning the relief is clear in Thor’s eyes. As naturally as he had fallen into seeing Sylvie as simple another mirror of his sibling – the same but different and always welcome in his heart – he had, as much as her, been fearing rejection. He’s made mistake upon mistake when it’s come to Loki, would the same happen with Sylvie? With no childhood to bind them, would there ever be enough for her to forgive him should the worst happen?

Such thoughts fly from his mind, now. She’s welcomed him into her life, and that is enough.

They’ve not spent as long as he would have liked getting to know one another, but it has been ample to convince him that she is every bit a Loki as much as she is her own distinct person. It’s fascinating, in a sense: seeing what remains familiar and what is new. Moreover, he’s simply relished the experience of getting to know someone so genuinely fun. Laughter, he suspects, has been scarce for the both of them of late.

“I’ll set a timer,” he warns jokingly, “two weeks and I’ll assume you’re in danger and come rushing to your aid.” A playful grin and he rubs the back of his neck. “Seriously, though, take your time. You’re certain that you’re fine to go alone, though? Not that you aren’t capable – I know you are, just like Valkyrie, it’s not – I just wanted to make the offer. Again.”

@dontcallmeloki​ sent: "Are you bleeding?"

     “Huh?” she muttered, looking at the woman with a befuddled expression. Only now noticing the trickle of blood that slipped from her nose. Rogue had never thought that there would be repercussions to her power; that there was a limit to how much she could absorb. There clearly wasn’t. Though, sucking powers and minds of several people was actually quite draining, even for her.

Captain Jack Sparrow escaped the advancement of his civilisation and survived. With carefully selected crew, including his first mate who was the one man for whom he had succeeded in retrieving one more apple, he sought wonders in the universe. There came a day where he discovered his precious compass was not only a means to finding what he desired, but that it could be used to predict certain events. Provided that was what he desired.

The idea of something precious being lost forever, a fate that was all too frequent in the history of the Caribbean, spurred him to seek out the most dangerous of places. Across the years, he visited worlds on the verge of destruction. There he collected things; sometimes rescued people if he had the Pearl. At other times he travelled alone in a silly little space dinghy or whatever vessel he had got his hands on. Sometimes he met people who wanted him to deliver messages or items, people who did not want to leave their world or could not but wanted something of them to survive. That was how he became, among everything else he was, a postman.

It was also how he discovered he was not the only one hopping between apocalypses. Only, she wasn’t doing it in the same order.

Ferethon. The village was going to be devoured by a great monster in about an hour. Jack had no idea what it would look like or where it would come from, but his doodles and compass checks had told him that much. He had stolen in and collected what he could. On a hill outside of the village he had found a campfire, embers still warm. He couldn’t see anyone about and so had rekindled the flames for himself to have a meal.

One bite of freshly cooked kekka meat was enough to distract him. The knife rested at his throat out of nowhere.

@dontcallmeloki​ asked: i am alone. lost. i feel lost. 

Rosie glanced over to the woman, frown pulling across her lips at her words, heart aching at how soft they sounded. She placed the cup of hot chocolate in front of Sylvie, coming to take a seat next to her, remaining silent for a moment longer, sipping at her tea. “My dear, you don’t have to be alone anymore, nor lost. You control your own fate again, take the charge to change it. You have already started.” She said, reaching to grasp her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before withdrawing the touch. “And I’m here to help, I won’t leave you alone. But don’t let your past hold you back any longer, become greater than that. I know you can.”

[Chaotic ship meme]

Absolutely not, how dare :U @dontcallmeloki

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Who is more likely to do some shady stuff for the other?

Sylvie, totes.

Which one playfully calls the other a bitch and which one sarcastically calls the other an asshole?

Most likely Sylvie; Mobius would have to be pretty grumpy.

Which one is more likely to purposefully act in a way that will make their partner jealous?

Mobius.

Who is more petty / passive aggressive when they’re upset?

Nnnnot sure, maybe Sylvie??? Idk if she’d go in for passive-aggression but I think mostly it’s snark.

Which one is most likely to get into a fight on the other’s behalf

Physically Sylvie; verbally Mobius.

Which one is the most likely to bail the other out of jail?

Mobius; gotta protect the feral variant.

Who is more likely to initiate mischief of any kind? And does the other stand back and watch or try to stop them?

Sylvie ofc, and as with all Lokis Mobius is secretly fascinated by it and despite eye-rolling, loves it.

Which one purposefully annoys the other one to see how long it takes for them to snap?

Sylvie lmao and Mobius falls for it every time.

Which ones gets protective because ‘only I’m allowed to bully you!’

Mobius bc he protecs all variants and Sylvie is extra deserving.

Who is the one to apologize first when things are pushed too far

Mobius.

Who one ups the other when they proclaim their love? (”no I love you more” “No I love you more.”)