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Wha - Loki episode 3 basically just SPOON FED US with void content THERE IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK MISSUS BIRBS

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE  |  a million meteorites

summary: lamentis-1 is a nightmare. you wish they would stop grabbing you. you say something you don't mean.

pairing: loki / f!reader, slight sylvie / f!reader

a/n: you're all going to hate me i am so sorry, but the saga continues with these two and sylvie. happy pride month, thank u kate herron, here's some dynamics between loki + doc, and sylvie + doc but those are sad because she misses her version of the reader. as always, the beautiful gif for this chapter can be found here by @kamalaskhans!

[   MASTERPOST   ]

Up until this point, you’ve been in one fight your entire life.

You remember it pretty vividly. Third grade, after lunch, it was almost June and you'd spent the whole year being tortured by that girl Jenny Gordon. You were everything she wasn't — and maybe that's why, when she'd pushed you off the swing, thrown your library copy of Our Solar System into the dirt and called you nerd girl, you'd swung like your life depended on it.

You clocked her good. Dad was proud.

Mom not so much — but the next two weeks you spent in the guidance counselor's office during recess gave you plenty of time to finish that book and start a handful of others. A win-win, really, because Jenny Gordon never dared call you mean names to your face again.

The fight in Roxxcart didn't really count, you guess.

This, though, his definitely counts.

As your back slams into the tile floor just outside the elevators, you wonder absently how they made it look so effortless in the movies.

The woman above you, as she dodges Loki's blows, offers an apologetic groan when the God catches her arm and twists it backwards. Her hair has gone wild, black and blonde curls hanging over her gilded horn circlet.

"Sorry, dear—"

You kick at her feet, knocking her flat to the floor. Through gritted teeth, you haul yourself upwards. "Don't call me that—"

"I thought perhaps we could work together—" calls Loki, huffing as he ducks a kick from the downed Variant.

"Will you quit it with that?!" Your anger spikes and you shove him roughly by the shoulders in a moment of calm — only to be yanked backwards by your collar by the blonde woman behind you. "Ow!"

As you bounce off the elevator doors, she plants her boot on the center of Loki's chest and sends him staggering.

"Now I'm seeing the two of you simply lack vision!"

You try to catch your breath, shoved once more out of the way by the Variant as she rolls her eyes at Loki — but the God isn't finished. No, he lunges. "So either you'll come willingly—"

The Variant groans and swings her blade at him in a large arch.

But, she doesn't catch his flesh.

All you feel, for a moment, is white hot pain.

You cry out from your knees — and immediately the two flash their eyes to you, pulling bloodied fingers from the nasty gash running along your cheek; and while mortification seems to set into the woman's eyes, Loki's ignite with anger. He grapples with her quickly, swearing as he does, and you groan bitterly as the two tangle one another in a sparring match.

"Don't touch her—"

Enter Renslayer.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, there's yet another knife to your throat. Loki, too, suffers the same fate.

The batons in the hands of the Judge and her two Hunters hum alive — like electricity, you feel the hairs on your arms lift. It's terrifying.

"Come any closer and I'll kill them."

"Go for it."

You snap your eyes to Loki, he snaps them to you, and then in one swift move, he grabs the TemPad and sends the three of your tumbling through the warbling, confusing, spin of space and time.

You've come to settle on the fact you hate using Time Doors.

Upside down, right-side up, whatever. It doesn't matter. It feels like being pulled through a vacuum chamber on a corkscrew rollercoaster. It's vertigo inducing, and no matter how many times you've used them in the last handful of days, you can't get used to it.

"Oof!"

You land hard on top of Loki as your head spins — you groan as his elbow digs roughly into your ribs and you try to roll off of him, only to slide off whatever makeshift mattress the three of you had even landed on.

You pull your eyes open wearily, fight off the might need to vomit, and dig your fingers into... sand?

Sand.

TemPad.

You snap up, spotting the blonde Variant crawling over Loki as you scramble on the ground to grab the device — only for her hand to latch itself on your leg as she drags you back. You yelp, screeching angrily as she unceremoniously throws herself over you and sends your bloodied face careening into the sand. You sputter, spitting out flakes of obsidian colored particles, as Loki then crawls over you.

His height is an advantage, but ow!

"Get off my leg!"

"You're crushing me—" you scream as the God snags the TemPad.

His victory is short lived.

The Variant unceremoniously bounces Loki's face off a metal chair operating as a bedside table. The God moans, TemPad flying from his hands, and you reason the two of you look pretty pitiful laying there groaning in the dirt.

"Goodbye Variants—"

"You're outta juice!"

...Miss Minutes?

Loki huffs. You moan as you push yourself up, bitter anger set into your features.

"It's not working...?"

The God pulls himself up, dodging a swing of the Variant's blade in an emerald shimmer of magic. You're thankful he throws her backwards; she tumbles with a sound of pain into a storage shelf in the far corner of the room. Crawling, you snatch up the TemPad. Above you, Loki offers a hand.

You take it with a genuine look of thanks.

Loki looks over your cheek quickly, worry eased when he notices it's not terribly deep. And it's missed your eye. All good things.

You stand up, coming face to face with the Variant.

Sylvie knows that look. She doesn't say it — but she knows you're angry. Pissed. Beyond fucking mad. She doesn't really blame you, honestly. Your cheek has stopped bleeding for the meantime, but the gash there runs laterally across your cheek, right under your eye.

Guilt washes over her.

She tries to hide it.

"Give it to me."

"What're you going to do, stab me?" you snap back, stepping forward.

Loki, though, steps up and drags you back to him by your collar. He squeezes your shoulders and you pointedly ignore him — you're still mentally skewering the Variant across the room from you.

"Let's not wish things upon ourselves, yes?"

"Don't even start," you bite his way, "King of Schemes himself—"

"—Doctor, please—"

"You don't even know how to charge it—"

"I'm sure I can figure it out!" you wave it in the air before shoving it roughly into Loki's chest, "Or he can with his fun little magic tricks. I don't know, lady, you're not the only tech-savvy Variant around here."

Her lip curls into a snarl.

Loki's expression is... well. He hasn't exactly seen you this mad ever. No, no, this is new. Very new. You're seething — and the God shares a tentatively terrified look with the Variant.

Then, she lunges for the TemPad.

It disappears from Loki's hands with yet another dissipating wave of green magic. You smirk.

"Would you look at that."

"So he's just fully a magician, then?" she snarls as she circles the both of you; you mimic her movements, "That's cute."

"For my next trick," Loki offers up with an angry hiss, clearly offended at the remark, "I'll make you disappear."

But, before the Variant can brandish her blade, something pierces through the roof and lands right in the center of the three of you.

You have to think there's something ironic about the second fight of your life being interrupted by a literal meteor when the first one had started over a book on them — but, right now you're a little too busy staring confusedly at the smoldering hole in the ground to parse the existential meaning of it all.

Loki is quick to grab your arm, pulling you backwards and towards his chest — a gesture you're not exactly happy about because you aren't exactly happy with him. You yank your arm away as you try to catch your breath.

"Is that one of your powers?"

"Where did you send us?"

Turns out —

"You idiot! This is Lamentis-1!"

You stumble out into the world behind Loki, eyes wild as they turn to the sky. Sure enough, you remember reading about this apocalypse. Yeah, you remember because it was particularly terrifying. The whole moon collides with the planet and... well, like all the ones you read about, there are no survivors. Zero, zilch, nada.

More purple than you realized, though.

Still bad.

Purple, and bad. Very bad.

"Loki!" you shriek in disbelief, pulling at your hair, "Really?!"

"I don't know what that even means!"

Then, impact of a larger meteor sends the three of you scrambling. You cough, waving away more dark purple dust as the Variant moves to grab your arm and tug you away from the coming storm of raining debris. She grips your hand tightly.

"It's the moon that planet is about to crash into and destroy!"

As you run, you rip your fingers from her grip.

"Will you two stop grabbing at me!"

A meteor lands at your feet, sending you tripping backwards. Loki catches you, urging you forward once more.

"Of all the apocalypses saved on that TemPad, this is the worst! No one makes it off here!"

Another meteor, another skidding stop that sends you landing on your ass as you try to get purchase in the dirt. Both of them reach for you, hauling you up.

"I'm sorry, madam, I didn't exactly have time to scan the brochure—"

"I did!" you declare with a shrill cry, "I remember it really well—"

You let out a loud, scream of a groan as you follow the woman's lead through the open field — then break into a sprint towards cover beneath some sort of mining vehicle.

She lands beside you, and Loki follows. He skids beside you, chest pressed to your back.

He gasps, ducking out of reflex as another meteor lands close. His hand lifts, shielding your head from the scattering of debris.

You swat it away.

He groans. "I thought you wanted us both dead—"

"I don't know where he hid that TemPad," she huffs, eyes scanning the chaotic scene across the horizon as she tries to catch her breath, "But if he blows up, it blows up and then we end up blown up!"

Another impact startles a sharp yelp out of you as you duck beneath your own hands; but the Variant quickly ushers you up as she points to a shack across the mining field.

"There!"

It's your best bet — and you're the first to throw yourself begrudgingly from the cover to race towards the shack.

"So we're a team now?"

"Oh, God no!"

"Can we just survive this first?!" you grunt.

You figure you've probably never run faster in your life. Arms pumping and legs burning, you inhale a sound of surprise as you skid once more around an impact — you pick yourself right back up, though, determined to weave through the raining meteor shower.

You trip, then, a hundred feet or so from the shack; and the blonde is fast to usher you up and onward — Loki overtakes both of you as the Variant snarls at him; screaming something about how she didn't need his help anyways!

"You're so weird!"

Loki is fast to unlock the door to the shack — and you throw yourself through the door with a pant of exhaustion. You collide with the machinery through the door and stop yourself. The other two follow, and the large iron door swings shut with an painfully loud clang as the meteor shower begins to let up around you.

You pant, hands on your waist, as Loki stalks by you towards the opposite end of the shack. You watch him catch his breath, then drop your head. You lean back against the machinery, plant your hands on the edge, and close your eyes.

In, out. In, out.

Breathe.

The sound of the meteors makes it hard to calm down.

After all, it is the end of the world.

...No, no, don't think about that.

In — out?

There are hands on your face. Two of them. Warm. Gentle.

You peel your eyes open fast only to have your breath stolen by the proximity of the woman standing before you; her exhales fans across your face, and you catch her cold, blue eyes slip along your expression.

Then, a tingle begins at the base of you neck as her fingers slip across your jaw.

You freeze.

Nothing happens.

You're just... itchy.

"Can I help you...?"

"I don't know, can you?" it's low. Like velvet.

"Are you trying to enchant her?"

Suddenly, the Variant steps back sharply, hands falling. Her then soft expression hardens and you move to itch the spot along your neck with a furiously violated look.

"Seriously?"

Sylvie doesn't really know what she was expecting. Her expression falls flat. She throws her hands. "I'm sorry—"

"Don't touch her again—"

And now the daggers. And then the blade. And now the two of them are back at one another's throats.

Irritated, you step between the two Lokis.

"Can you two stop for a minute?" you huff, throwing your hands, "Seriously — the world is ending around us and this is what we do? WWE Fight Night in an abandoned mining shack?"

"What do you propose instead?" the blonde snaps venomously.

"I dunno, a truce?" cries out Loki, throwing his arms to the side.

The Variant scoffs and tosses her head to the side in disbelief. You continue to scratch at your neck.

"Listen, none of us are getting off this rock if we can't turn that TemPad on," says Loki.

"Where do you have it hidden?!" she snarls, raising her blade. You press a hand to the top of it, urging it down away from you. You give her a look.

Loki dramatically whines back at her. "In my heart."

"Then I'll cut it out."

"Nice. Very droll. Lovely."

"God, this is the worst week of my life," you say as you throw your hands and turn in a circle; you plant your hands on the machine and drop your head once more, "There's two of you. Two."

"Rude."

"Do not talk to me about rude," you rear up in Loki's face, "We talked about the scheming — to think I genuinely believed you were past that!"

"It's in my nature—"

Sylvie watches, eyes wide.

You corner the God in the mining shack. "What happened to all that talk about being disillusioned, huh? Those ridiculous expectations? Did none of that actually matter?"

Loki gawks. You're referencing your conversation from the cafeteria. He moves to open his mouth but you're already cutting him off.

"You say all those things, then you turn around and vie for a throne again — if she had said yes, would you have crossed Mobius? Me?"

"I'm sorry, I don't need your approval—"

"You've never had it!" you shriek as you throw your hands, "I hate you! I have only wanted to go home this entire time a-and now I'm here, with two liars trying not to get vaporized by a planet!"

Silence.

The meteor shower has stopped.

I hate you.

It's heavy.

Then, your lip wobbles. Loki's heart clenches.

She hates you.

You can see it, can't you? She hates you just like everyone else. You're a scourge.

Sylvie's mouth parts.

She has no words, though. Her own heartaches at the sight of you sniffling angrily as you try and shove away the tears welling up on your cheeks.

Loki's expression, as he stands there looming over you, rolls through a number of emotions — hurt, though, is the most potent one. It flickers in his eyes as he grits his jaw, flares his nostrils and jams his hands in his pockets.

"Right."

You try to catch your breath. You sniffle roughly.

You can see the hurt.

"Well, then we'll do as her highness wishes," he says sharply as he leers at you purely out of reaction, the ache of rejection and anger permeating his words, "And we'll get her home — back to her quaint little planet with her quaint little friends! Oo, look! The Avengers!"

Your tears continue to roll.

It's Sylvie who interrupts the pissing match.

"We're not going anywhere if we can't get that TemPad charged."

Outside, an explosion rumbles in the distance.

Your eyes find the ground, then you reach for the door.

Out into Lamentis-1 you go.

All I wanted to do today was draw Loki making ugly faces

Server doodles - The Lokis are celebrating Loki season.

Every now and then I gotta draw a Tron Loki

I drew this while I was impatiently waiting for the trailer

Like a kid who won the grand prize at a carnival

“Loki is Heroic, cunning...charming.”

That wasn’t Tom Hiddleston promoting the show. That was LOKI.

‘You lost your mind in the sound’

It’s all an illusion….

…I don’t enjoy hurting people

I melted in the heat but it was so worth it to see friends and try this delicious little Loki cake! If you’re near Disney Springs you can find it there at the patisserie.

Disaster bi 💖💙💜

Now we just need shoes.

"I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses." #smoldertongue #smolderstyle #lokistyle #tomhiddleston #nietzschequote #tomhiddlestonedit #godofmischief #kneelbeforeme #thedevilneverlookedthisgood #artistsoninstagram #lokiseries #lokithemesong #talldarkandhandsome #imsexyandiknowit #gentstyle #gentlemanstyle #guesswhosback #imamodelyouknowwhatimean #fridaymood #naughtybynature #therebelinmewillneverdie #didyoumissme #imbackyoumewlingquims https://www.instagram.com/p/BwKcjc-IiAE/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1l5auf894hjwd

“The Old Ways are gone. Forgotten. You wish to dedicate yourself to me? You wish to give yourself over to me completely? Foolish girl, you know not what you ask... So would kiss the sun goodbye? And give your life to never die? Time is nothing, child of the night..." #personalquote #personalart #smolderstyle #smoldertongue #writersofinstagram #tomhiddlestonedit #artistsoninstagram #artwork #digitalartist #digitalart #lokisarmy #lokiday #lokistyle #badass #hiddlesarmy #godofmischief #snakegod #thedevilsinthedetails #confessionsofapoeticsoul #lokiseries #talldarkandhandsome #thedevilneverlookedthisgood #gentsstyle #thespian #killergaze #theprinceofdarknessisagentleman #gentlemanstyle #galaxygod #blueeyes https://www.instagram.com/p/B0EhuMWoMK-/?igshid=73ykwsxuhpkn

Loki: “I may be a full time Diva, but at least I'm evil, know it, and enjoy it. Did I mention that I have my own series. Hehe!”😆 Tony Stark: “Son of a bitch!” #personalart #personalquote #smolderstyle #snakegod #smoldertongue #tomhiddleston #tomhiddlestonedit #artistsoninstagram #writersofinstagram #godofmischief #lokisarmy #lokiday #lokistyle #badass #lokiedit #lokiseries #avengersloki #hiddlesarmy #hiddlestoner #herescomesthehotstepper #rdj #rdjmemes #hiddlesmemes #funnyvideos #avengers #talldarkandhandsome #mischief #robertdowneyjr #hiddlesfun https://www.instagram.com/p/B0WD-d9IP5S/?igshid=w3520hj39lr6

#repostingagoodone @withrepost “The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for power. In this meager place of Midgard I don’t inspire hope, I control the shadows. They betray you because they serve me. It's up to you to find the light in my words.” #personalquote #personalart #talldarkandhandsome #tomhiddlestonedit #thedevilneverlookedthisgood #godofmischief #smolderstyle #smoldertongue #hiddlestoner #artistsoninstagram #hiddlesarmy #lokisarmy #writersofinstagram #lokiedit #tomhiddleston #artwork ##itspartytime #ivegotthepower #thedevilsinthedetails #naughtyking #canthandlemyswag #lokistyle #badass #lokidayeveryday #avengersloki #lokiseries https://www.instagram.com/p/B0X5nqNIavj/?igshid=lsdey9cr48tx

“I will do nothing that you do not wish me to. But keep in mind, Midgardian, that these hands and this silver tongue are capable of making you wish for much.” #personalart #personalquote #tomhiddlestonedit #artistsoninstagram #newartwork #digitalart #writersofinstagram #digitalartist #smoldertongue #smolderstyle #lokiedit #godofmischief #lokisarmy #tomhiddleston #talkdarkandhandsome #hiddlesarmy #drloki #lokiday #lokiseries https://www.instagram.com/p/B-cjMnUlcLv/?igshid=equfgk6q7fia

"Why am I here? Oh, my sweet girl, have you forgotten all the times you whispered and moaned my name, begging me to come, to touch you, to make you mine? I’ve been listening, my dear. And I’m here to make your wish come true. Besides…There’s no party without the God of Mischief.” #personalquote #twhiddleston #funnyedit #tomhiddlestonedit #talldarkandhandsome #godofmischief #hiddlesarmy #naughtygod #mischiefactivated #burdenedwithgloriouspurpose #britsplaythebestvillains #lokiseries #lokisarmy #dirtywhispers #lokitalkie https://www.instagram.com/reel/CO_Hzzxn5jT/?utm_medium=tumblr

“I Am Loki. Of Asgard…See I’ve Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down And No Rivers And No Lakes Can Put The Fire Out. I’m Gonna Raise The Stakes, I’m Gonna Smoke You Out.” #personalart #digitalartist #artistsoninstagram #thespian #smoldertongue #personalquote #newartwork #smolderstyle #lokiedit #lokisarmy #twhiddleston #godofmischief #talldarkandhandsome #agentofchaos #britsplaythebestvillains #hiddlesarmy #digitalart #intheendyouwillalwayskneel #tomhiddlestonedit #glorious #lokiseries #youweremadetoberuled #chessgame #timesticking⏳ #imgonnaburnthisplacetotheground https://www.instagram.com/p/CPRXwRFlYOj/?utm_medium=tumblr

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“Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long time Stole many souls… Pleased to meet you! Hope you guess my name.. But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game!”#personalart #twhiddleston #tomhiddlestonedit #funny #lokisarmy #godofmischief #hiddlesarmy #lokiseries #britsplaythebestvillains #lokicountdown #sympathyforthedevil #talldarkandhandsome #highwaytohell #digitalartist https://www.instagram.com/reel/CPvsUNsHlKq/?utm_medium=tumblr