Loki

Chapter 3C

Sylvie awoke to the sudden sounds of music and festivity. Everyone around her on the train car was dancing and singing with Loki at the center of it. Singing half in English and half Asgardian.

"When she sings, she sings come home." Loki chanted with everyone. "When she sings, she sings come home."

Sylvie briskly waved to Loki in an attempt to get his attention then gestured to her outfit and mouthed. "Where's your uniform?"

Loki continued to dance and sing, too preoccupied to awknowledge her. Moments later the room went quiet as Loki shushed everyone. At the same time in the background, Sylvie spied a man, clearly disapproved with all of the noise and ruckus, making his way out of the train car.

Loki began to sing entirely in Asgard from that moment. His voice gentle and melodic. As he sang he looked directly at Sylvie. While it was unlikely that anyone in the room knew what he was saying, it was clear who he was singing about.

When Loki turned back to the crowd and clapped his hands again, the singing returned to being lively and upbeat.

"To Sylvie everybody!" Loki announced, finishing his glass before throwing it down, shattering it. "ANOTHER!"

Sylvie sighed and approached him. "You're drunk."

"No, I'm just full. Bear in mind, I'm very full." Loki said turning to a small plate of desert. "Now, I need you to try this. It pairs very nicely with the Figgy Port. Who's got the Figgy Port...well you're just going to have to take my word on the Figgy Port-"

"Where's your uniform?" Sylvie interrupted sternly. "We're meant to be laying low."

"Nobody cares!" Loki said with glee. "It's the end of the world."

"I think something's happening..." Sylvie alluded.

"Yes." Loki said pointing to the sky. "That planet is about to crash into us."

"Don't be an ass," Sylvie said with annoyment. "I saw some people looking at you weirdly."

"What?" Loki said, leaning back and accidently dropping the desert onto the floor. He looked down as the plate clattered then back up at Sylvie."When did you get so paranoid?"

"Oh I guess it must have started when I spent my entire life running for the omniscient fascists you work for." Sylvie replied, bitterly.

"Shame to let that go to waste." Loki said looking back down at the desert plate. "Hey! Change of subject. I thought of an answer."

"To what?"

"Your question." Loki said, his cadence slowed as produced one of his knives. "Love is a dagger. It's a weapon to be wielded far away or up close." He moved the dagger directly in front of him. You can see yourself in it. It's beautiful...until it makes you bleed." He said, turning the dagger to point it at himself. "But ultimately, when you reach for it..."

Sylvie tried to grab the dagger, only for it to disappear before touching it.

"It isn't real." She finished.

Loki nodded to her.

"Love is an imaginary dagger?" Sylvie questioned.

Loki arched his eyebrows at himself. "Doesn't make much sense does it?"

"No." Sylvie said. "Terrible metaphor."

"Damn." Loki said. "I thought I had something there." Sylvie shook her head.

The door to the train car opened and a group of guards entered, accompanied by the man who left from earlier. He pointed at Loki. "That's him."

"Stay cool." Sylvie instructed.