The Superior Loki

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Where is it? Where the hell has it gone?

I've been looking for the piece of paper Mobius gave me before he left with his most recent cell number on. I've been looking for it for nearly 30 minutes now. I put it somewhere where I would remember when I needed it most but I can't find it, I tried in that place but it's gone. I can't find it anywhere. I tried in the places where I wouldn't have put it in spite of my memory but still no sign of it.

I'm only trying to call him because I need to find out about that TVA baton, obviously Loki doesn't have a number so Mobius is the only one I can contact.. unless I contact the dead which I'm not very thrilled about doing. If I even can.

"You looking for this?" Someone asked behind me.

I stop looking through a drawer and turn around. I see Mobius behind me with the piece of paper I need in his hand.

"Mobius? What are you doing here?" I ask, confused.

"Well, I came to say hi but the timedoor brought me into your dog room or whatever it is. So I looked around the house to find you and eventually I did and I also found the piece of paper you're looking for, well.. I'm guessing it is." He explains.

"Oh, thanks for finding it I guess. And I was just trying to call you actually." I say, smiling because of the coincidence.

"Oh, you might as well say it now." He says.

"I was just gonna ask if you knew anything about this thing that came in the post today." I say, walking towards the kitchen where the box was.

I remove all the packing peanuts and get out the TVA baton.

"You got that thing in the mail? And you're asking if I sent it? As if.." He says.

"Oh.. then Loki must've sent it." I say.

Mobius comes and picks up the baton. He looks at it for a second and he looks at it with a weird face.

"I don't know but there's something not right about it. There's something off. Is there anything you don't mind getting pruned?" He asks.

"Err.. there's this mug. Will this do?" I pick up a random mug because I can always replace it.

"Yeah." He says.

He twists the baton to turn it on. It lights up like normal and he presses the end to the mug. It disappears but it's replaced with something. It's replaced with THE Tessaract.

"Ok.. what the hell?! Why did it turn into the tessaract?!" I yell, slightly scared by this.

"I knew something was up with it. Because it feel heavier than most ones.. and I mean a lot heavier." He explains, looking at the tessaract.

He goes to pick it up but I stop him.

"Mortals can't touch these remember?" I say.

"Oh, right.." He says, backing up.

I pick it up carefully and look at it. It begins to become brighter but does nothing. And it makes clicking sounds too.

"Is it meant to do that?" He asks.

"I don't know. But I definitely know this was Loki because he had this last." I explain, deeply looking at it.

I stare at it and it gets brighter and brighter, clicking and moving slightly.

"Look.. I don't wanna interrupt whatever you got going on just now with it, but we need to find Loki." He says.

"Alright, fine." I say, flicking my wrist so the tessaract disappears.

I quickly walk into my bedroom to get changed and grab some things.

I walk back out in my suit, or whatever you call it, and I walk to the front door, with Mobius behind me.

He checks the tempad for Loki's last known location and it's on Calox-64. Why the hell would he be there?

He creates the timedoor anyways and we step through.

At first I see rubble and smoke for miles and smell fire, smoke and rotting flesh. It's hardly bearable but I manage. I see bodies of what looks like Faldrus' soldiers. It doesn't seem like whatever happened ended well.

"What the hell happened here?" Mobius asks, looking around everywhere at the rubble and corpses.

"I don't know but these are Faldrus' soldiers' bodies." I reply.

Mobius winces at the thought of what could've happened. I don't, I've seen war too many times. Mobius stops looking around and stares at something on the ground,with a worried look on his face.

"Hey, Sylvie? I don't think your gonna like what I'm about to ask you to come see." He shouts, beckoning me over.

"What? Is it Loki?" I ask, walking towards him.

When I get to him, I see Loki's sceptre on the ground, scratched and broken. It looks like it's been in a war and been crushed by a crowd maybe. Or a group of soldiers.

I pick up the remains and look at it. I really hope it's just this, not him. I don't want him to be hurt.

"W- what do you think happened?" I ask Mobius, looking up from the sceptre remains.

"I don't know. But I hope he's ok." He says, putting his hands on his face in spite of stress, from not knowing where he is likely.

"Wait.. this is Loki's last location. That means he's still here. We just need to look for him." I explain, worried.

"Or his body..." He says, with a worried look.

"Please.. don't say that.." I say, worried even more.

I've never worried this much about anyone ever. Loki's the first person I've ever bonded with or even trusted. I don't know why it's just.. he's different to the other men I've met I guess. And I don't want him to get hurt... that's all.

Me and Mobius split up to find him. We don't find anything at first but the smell is really starting to make me feel sick.

"Sylvie!! He's here!!" He yells, beckoning me over with slight tears in his eyes.

I run over to find him on the ground. Sword in his chest and pure pale skin. He looks lifeless.

"No..." I say, kneeling down.

I look at him for a while and tears form in my eyes. I hate seeing him like this.

I've never cried when someone's died before and I suppose I've never loved someone before either. What else is new?

"I- I don't know what to say.. I'm so sorry Sylvie. But.. sorry to go off subject.. when did you start to care about him?" He asks.

"I- it's just I.. I really care about him. He's the first person I've ever cared about really. I just can't stand seeing him like this.." I say, tears silently streaking my cheeks.

I walk off and run behind a broken building. Tears start to streak my cheeks and I put my head in my hands so no one sees me like this. Not when it's about him either.

It's just not right that he's gone. I just can't take it.