Loki one shots

Love it timeless Pt2

Everything around me looks cold, and faded yet with green flares every now and then. It's beautiful. Faint stairs line up in front of me. There must be dozens of steps. I start climbing. As I do so, I watch all the green fly by in, what seems to be the time lines. Hundreds upon thousands lines, going every which way. One even flys in front of me. In a friendly way, almost like it's greeting me. About a quarter of the way up, it gets hard to keep going. A force trying to push me back.

While trying to persevere up, my body it trying to slip again. I keel down in pain and scream to try and out gun the pain. In simple words, it doesn't work. I slip. I slip into a great hall, with gold walls and many people lining up next to the middle aisle.
I push past a few of them, trying not to get my foot caught in their clothing trains. A booming voice comes from the front of the room, upon a throne does the voice come from. When I get in front of all the people, I am some of the few lined up right against the border of the main walk way and where the rest of us are.

Loki's pov
My eyes closed, slowly breathing. Time wrapped around me flowing, as time does. My hands and arms calm, laying on the tops of the armrests of my throne. I am alone, peaceful, but alone. A little to quiet for my taste, but there is nothing I can change about that.
I miss them. Mobius, B-15, OB, Casey. Y/N. What I would give to be with her now. My heart, my soul, my life. SCREAM!
My eyes open, alarmed. I look side to side, with my breaths getting quick. I see nor hear nothing. But that wasn't right. I stand, making a dagger in my right, waiting.

Back to you
I look towards where I heard the voice originated, and see a king. A king with one eye, and a staff in his hand. The god Odin.
It clicks, I am at Thor's failed inauguration. Sure enough, I turn my head and there he stands, with his gold hair and hammer in hand. As he makes his way to Odin, but instead of gawking at the young king in waiting, I look for Loki.

There, right across from me. His helmet on, and green cloaks wrapped around and around his body. The look of disappointment, anger, and somber on his face. He has no grasp on what will happen to him. All he's concerned with is that the ice giants come in time. Even though he looks scared, he's peaceful. Not stranded in between time.
GASP. I slip back. I'm still knelt to the ground as the pain fades. No more gold, nor people, simply me, stairs and hopefully, Loki at the top. I stand up.

I hesitate continuing. It's possible that particular time slip was a warning, to leave him alone. To let him be at peace. I stay in place looking up, with one or two tears streaming down my face. I close my eyes and try and breath. Each attempt getting better. Once I get a big breath in, I take another step. And another, another, and continue on. The force pushing against me, still strong, but I'll try to be stronger.

I see the ledge at the top, a floating pice of gold and black obsidian rock. The timelines get closer and tighter wrapped as I get closer to to top. There's only three more steps, two, one...