"Over and over, I keep going over the world we knew"
In every universe, it's a constant. In all words, it's the same. A love never meant to be. A life doomed to fail. A destiny shrouded in cruel irony.
Oridia Orion, the observer, the keeper of truths, the astral weaver, is order, is truth, is perception.
Loki Laufeyson, the god, the trickster, the frost giant, is chaos, is illusion, emotion.
They're not supposed to work-- they never do. But the TVA is a place out of time, a world with no metronome, and perhaps the only point in all of existence where the star-crossed lovers are meant to be.