𝘔𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 [𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘶𝘴]

The Life I Had

Loki POV

So, I'm dead. I saw Sylvie look in shock then turn to leave. I was too shocked to do much of anything or be of use. I was gonna die on this planet.

Great and I didn't even get to have anything great done. And with the whole planet being destroyed I also can't have a funeral. Man, I was just missing out on everything, wasn't I?

Like finding love, enjoying death in a way, and most of all finishing my brotherly rivalry. Like come on Thor won't know what happened to me. Hell, no one will.

Good that I registered that now isn't it.

I followed Sylvie after she left. Figured it was best to get out of the commotion. And at least I'll die with someone I semi-know.

We both were sitting down. She told me her story. It reminded me of what we shouldn't do. The TVA shouldn't take kids. Especially when it's not that big of an issue. I mean Jesus, the time lords should at least have standards for their capture.

I felt bad, I caused this. If I hadn't come in contact and messed up her plan she would be fine. We would both be fine.

I think the part I felt worse about was her postman wouldn't know about this either. God, why did I have to mess everything up for everyone?

Why was I like this? Why couldn't I just leave stuff alone? Not make it my business. Why was I, me? Does that make sense? I doubt it, I mean god, I don't make sense. All I wanted to do was see Mobius one last time and say sorry for everything.

And, I bet Sylvie would like to do the same with her postman.

I asked his name, she told it to me. She also told me about him and them together. I guess we both figured if we're going to die. Might as well die with a friend.