The timelines go on. Trillions live their lives and Loki is alone.
His friends are alive and no true sorrow can live in him as long as that fact remains. In the carefully guarded timelines, twisting around him in vines of light and life, he knows that they're safe on one of them--the timeline that shines the brightest under his gaze. The one that he knows as home, even if he will never see it again.
His magic grows with every passing moment, even if time means nothing at the edge of it. The power within him pulses with Yggdrasil and the connection that he shares to the timelines that he now diligently guards. This is his throne and this is his charge and he's found a peace in that. He knows that turmoil boils on some of the branches but all he can offer in his stewardship of the timelines is the free will of the creatures living within them. They will brighten or burn on their own but he's given all of himself to offer them their chances. It might even be enough to wash old sins; saving untold numbers of worlds and universes probably makes up for trying to conquer a couple planets.
A voice cracks through the din and it feels like lightning down his back. A morose peace is shattered by the sound of it. No one should be here and for a moment, he wonders how such a thing can be. Then again, he found his own way to the end of time before and he has learned long ago that nothing is impossible. For a split second, he considers the conjuring of blades and all of his amassing power to defend the timelines but promises of peace come quickly and the voice is a measured one.
It's worth investigating. If he needs to dispatch this stranger and rip him apart atom by atom, at least it will be a change of pace.
In a wave of his hand, the enormity of the branches of the world tree lift until they form an archway over him and the dais, wrapping around themselves to clear the way that might give passage to the traveler who now stands before him to approach the throne on which Loki sits.
"I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose."
Time is different at the end of it and in all that he has had, he never considered constructing a new greeting that he never thought he would have an opportunity to use. Green eyes fix on the man before him; a sorcerer by the looks of him. He feels power radiating off of him in waves, though he is very decidedly human. "You…do know that you're not supposed to be here, right?" he asks, a look of skepticism on his face because there are probably a hundred questions swirling in his mind at that moment. With that, he falls silent and waits for the explanation from this traveler.
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His friends are alive and no true sorrow can live in him as long as that fact remains. In the carefully guarded timelines, twisting around him in vines of light and life, he knows that they're safe on one of them--the timeline that shines the brightest under his gaze. The one that he knows as home, even if he will never see it again.
His magic grows with every passing moment, even if time means nothing at the edge of it. The power within him pulses with Yggdrasil and the connection that he shares to the timelines that he now diligently guards. This is his throne and this is his charge and he's found a peace in that. He knows that turmoil boils on some of the branches but all he can offer in his stewardship of the timelines is the free will of the creatures living within them. They will brighten or burn on their own but he's given all of himself to offer them their chances. It might even be enough to wash old sins; saving untold numbers of worlds and universes probably makes up for trying to conquer a couple planets.
A voice cracks through the din and it feels like lightning down his back. A morose peace is shattered by the sound of it. No one should be here and for a moment, he wonders how such a thing can be. Then again, he found his own way to the end of time before and he has learned long ago that nothing is impossible. For a split second, he considers the conjuring of blades and all of his amassing power to defend the timelines but promises of peace come quickly and the voice is a measured one.
It's worth investigating. If he needs to dispatch this stranger and rip him apart atom by atom, at least it will be a change of pace.
In a wave of his hand, the enormity of the branches of the world tree lift until they form an archway over him and the dais, wrapping around themselves to clear the way that might give passage to the traveler who now stands before him to approach the throne on which Loki sits.
"I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose."
Time is different at the end of it and in all that he has had, he never considered constructing a new greeting that he never thought he would have an opportunity to use. Green eyes fix on the man before him; a sorcerer by the looks of him. He feels power radiating off of him in waves, though he is very decidedly human. "You…do know that you're not supposed to be here, right?" he asks, a look of skepticism on his face because there are probably a hundred questions swirling in his mind at that moment. With that, he falls silent and waits for the explanation from this traveler.