Alone [A LOKI SERIES FANFIC]

CHAPTER 3 [SYLVIE]

It's been such a long time since I last cried. 

There were too many thoughts were rushing through my head, and none of them involved solving this mess. What did I gain from killing He Who Remains? Why did I push Loki away? Were variants of He Who Remains really coming for me?

I had nothing to do but sob. If I could turn back time, I never would have pushed Loki away. Did I hurt his feelings? I wouldn't be surprised if Loki hated me now. 

I balled her hands into fists. I didn't want Loki to hate me. But what I did was wrong, and I know it. I was foolish, foolish for believing killing He Who Remains was my "glorious purpose", foolish for pushing Loki to the TVA, foolish for pruning myself to get to Loki, foolish to fall in love with a man I just met a few days ago. I never should have done any of those things. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here now. 

But if I hadn't, I wouldn't have met him.

Now wasn't the time to think about this. Now it was time to go back to the TVA and apologize. 

I shakily stood up, wiping the tears from my eyes. Just as I was about to activate the TemPad, I heard footsteps. I cursed mentally and ran to hide behind the desk. I readied her magic and machete in case I needed to use them. 

I should've watched my back. 

Currently I was in a musty damp cell, with the only light source being a torch outside. I huffed frustrated and scrunched my nose at the condition of the cell. Stupid He Who Remains variants. Loki was right. 

Would he come for me? I chuckled humorlessly. Of course he wouldn't. I hurt him, what did I expect? For the first time in ever, I didn't have a plan of escape. I had nothing, no one. 

And so I sat in my cell, alone. 

A/N: Guys... I  thought you would notice the chapter ending trends. But it's okay, this is the third chapter, and I'm still following the pattern. Comment if you noticed the similarities between every chapter ending so far and the title of this book. ;)