A Sense Of Belonging (Marvel's LOKI)

Chapter Twenty-Two (THE NEXUS EVENT)

LAMENTIS-1

The screaming, and yelling. The death, and destruction. It was beginning to sit in for them. Any minute now, and all of this was going to be over. Laments-1 was minutes away from being destroyed and being classified as an apocalypse. Sarah Kane and Sylvie Laufeydottir, were both sitting down on a rock, overlooking a body of water as the chaos erupt around them. Loki, could only watch them, as it was clear in their eyes they had both given up all hope of ever surviving this. It was over. The tempad, gone. The ark, destroyed. There was no hope for them anymore. Now, all they could do was sit and await their doom.

It was all sudden, but Sylvie began to tell Loki and Sarah about everything. About her life. About the TVA.

Sarah, and Loki had always assumed that Sylvie was on the run from the TVA because, she had been the variant killing their minutemen. But, it seemed that their suspicions had been right all along. It had always been personal.

Sylvie, who had been lost in her thoughts, looked to him. "I remember Asgard. Not much, but I remember. My home, my people, my life. The universe wants to break free, so it manifests chaos. Like me being born the Goddess of Mischief." She told them. "And as soon as that created a big enough detour from the Sacred Timeline, the TVA showed up, erased my reality, and took me prisoner. I was just a child. I escaped. Stole a TemPad and I ran for a long, long time, which really sucked. Everywhere and every-when I went, it caused a nexus event. Sent up a smoke flare. Because I'm not supposed to exist. Until, eventually, I figured out where to hide. And so that's where I grew up, the ends of a thousand worlds." She shakes her head, trying to fight the tears in her eyes. "Now... that's where I'll die."

He knew now.

He knew why Sylvie had been so closed off from the world, and everyone in it.

Because, she didn't trust anyone. Because, the TVA had not stolen her life. But they stole her trust from her too.

He also knew why she chosen to do what she did. And now, he couldn't even imagine what she wouldn't have done for that matter. Her desire for revenge against the TVA was justified.

Loki looked to Sylvie, his expression somber, yet sympathetic. He let out a breath, taking seat beside Sarah. "I'm sorry."

He couldn't even begin to imagine when that was like for her. To be taken away from everyone, and everyone that you had known and loved as child. To be forced on a run by a facist organization that had decided that your life, wasn't meant to be your very own.

It was gut wrenching.

But he had to give her credit. For being able to fight as for as long as she did.

He was also impressed by the fact that she had been able to keep herself so focused and determined for as long as she had. He didn't think he could have done that.

Loki knew himself. He knew the loneliness would would have consumed him. All of that pain would've eaten him from the inside.

Sylvie couldn't help but think that perhaps, this is where her life was always meant to take her. She was a Loki, and it seemed that Lokis tended to lose. That it was what the sacred timeline had dictated.  She looked up, as the sky rumbled. "Not long now." But she looked over to Loki, her eyes filled with defeat, and sorrow. "Do you think that what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we're destined to lose?

Because, what if they were?

Her whole life. Everything she had been through, everything she fought her, had it all been for nothing?

If Loki's were meant to lose, didn't that mean that her whole life had been some sick cosmic joke? She was born, not to live her life. But to suffer a life of misery and agony.