The Superior Loki

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"What are you doing?! Let go of me!! What's happened to you?!" I scream, tears streaking my cheeks

"I'm doing what I have to!" He exclaims, throwing me to the ground.

"This is for a good cause, Sylvie!" He says, pointing his sceptre at me, it getting brighter and brighter.

"Loki!!" I say, putting my hand up in front of me, trying to get him to stop.

It's no use. Everything goes black.

I wake up immediately and my breathing hitches. It's the same nightmare I've had for a month now. I still can't get over it. I don't even know what happens after I wake up. I don't think I want to know. But it's just a dream.

I get out of bed and go to the kitchen. I check my watch and it's 6:31am. It's really early but I'll never be able to get back to sleep.

When I'm in the kitchen, it smells of last nights dinner I had. Chicken curry with rice and naan bread. I flick my wrist to tidy all the dishes off the units and to get the smell away. I reach to a cupboard above a unit and get a mug. I get the kettle and fill it up with water, then place it back on the stand thing and wait for it to boil.

It only just occurred to me. Today's meant to be the 'anniversary' of the TVA being fully taken down. It's been a year now. It's flown by. It's also been a year since I saw Loki, he's probably busy ruling somewhere. I didn't want that though, I wanted just a normal life really. So I conjured myself about $25k and I bought this house which is relatively big and I work with S.H.I.E.L.D. It's quite good really because I watch over the room filled with all of these powerful things that shouldn't be taken because some can destroy everything and stuff. I don't really listen to that part, I only do what I was told to do. I'm meant to guard it, and they obviously don't know who I am yet because they wouldn't have hired me if they did. I mean I am the Goddess of Mischief after all. Or at least I'm meant to be. I kinda left that behind me.

The kettle finishes boiling and I put some coffee granules in my cup along with some sugar and pour the boiled water in. I then take my cup and go back to bed. But as soon as I get comfy, ready to watch a movie, I hear a knock at the door and I get back out of bed to get it.

When I unlock the door and open it, there's an awfully big package at my door with no one there and no return address. Just a box with my name on. My full name, including my title if you like.

I bring it in and close the door behind me. I go through into the kitchen and put it on the counter. I then go into my junk draw and find scissors to cut it open. I do and I lift the lid. At first I see packing peanuts but I take them out and see it. The pruning staff from the TVA. Why the hell would someone send me this?

I take it out and so many memories flood back to me that I forgot about. I remember the feel of being pruned and going to the void. I remember what I thought when Loki got pruned. I remember when I threatened Ravonna with it. I can only think of two people who could've sent me this.

Loki or Mobius. Damn bastards.

Loki's POV

"You shouldn't have come here, Faldrus!" I exclaim.

"But I did. That's what I do." He says, walking closer to me. His rusty armour clashing together with every step.

I move both my wrists ready to flick to draw my daggers. But he disappears and reappears behind me, holding both my wrists back.

He lets go and puts me in a headlock. He puts pressure on my neck, pulling back slightly. I can breathe but it's not with great ease.

"All I need is that watch and I'll be on my way." He mutters, his head close to my ear. I can smell his musty breath and his sweaty scent.

"I don't think I can do that." I mutter back. He looks down and smirks. I take this opportunity to move my head down, out of the headlock. He falls to the ground and gets back up again, while I wield my daggers.

As I walk to him, he gets a blast ready to hit me with. I get my daggers ready too.

I begin to get overwhelmed with the smell of burning metal and smoke. I am used to it though, with the countless times I've been in war. There's people all around me too, screaming in terror. Trying to run from all the chaos, but most failing. I hear swords clashing together and fire crackling all around me. It doesn't bother me, though. I've been in war too many times.

"You don't know what you've started, Loki." He exclaimed, walking closer to me.

"Oh, I think I might. You have no idea what I've been through, Faldrus. And you never will." I say, with a slight bit of under-confidence. He's strong enough to kill me and that's what worries me.

"Well, that's good. At least you now know what to expect. You might need that only bit of certainty." He explains, trying to frighten me.

He smirks and tries to blast me, only just dodging it. I blast him and it hits him, hardly doing anything. I try again, but having the same reaction. He wields his sword and I do too.

We walk closer to each other and walk in a circle, waiting for the other to strike. He does first but I block it. We clash swords many times, blocking each other's attempts to stab the other. We sometimes catch the other on the arm or face at times, but neither of us let our guard down.

I try harder to get past his sword but he's too quick. His reaction time in impeccable.

I can only but think how I would've been able to do this way better with Sylvie here. She's a beast when it comes to sword fighting. I wonder if she got my package and actually understood who sent it, why I did, and what she needed to do. It would really help me right now. But she might not have even understood it yet, just thrown it away because of all the memories it could bring back.

I can't hold onto these thoughts much longer. As I think about her, I must've gotten distracted. I feel an excruciating pain in my chest. I stop with my sword and drop it. I hold my chest where it hurts most and look down.

Blood. Everywhere. And a sword in my chest. He stabbed me.

I fall to the ground and the world feels like it's slowing down. My vision goes black at the edges. I only just see Faldrus standing over me, smiling. I lay down and stare at the sky. It's not very pretty. It's full of smoke and ash.

I think of Sylvie. I think of our last moments together and how beautiful she is.

But before I could think about anything else, everything goes black.