A timeline splinter, then. Interesting. Stephen has no idea when this Loki diverged from the one he knew, but it was clearly sometime before Ragnarok was in danger of happening.
This Loki is... different. The one he'd met had been quick to take offense, like a mad ferret with a splinter in its tail. This one seems significantly calmer, and far more prone to willingly sharing information. Whatever happened after he splintered off of his own timeline, it was clearly significant. Stephen can't even begin to guess what sort of events might have led him to this, to becoming the God of Stories.
He takes an offered cup of tea, one hand cupped around the bottom to offset the trembling in his fingers, and takes a sip. It's excellent tea.
"The Codex, of course that was what you had," he sighs, frustration twisting at the corner of his lips. He probably should have realized that. "Seems obvious in retrospect."
(He'd only sort of started thinking about time traveling back to before the fall of Asgard and getting it when Loki forestalls that line of thought. It wasn't a fully formed thought; besides, without the time stone, time travel magic is trickier, and significantly more annoying to manage.)
"Someone in my timeline has it," he says, staring thoughtfully down into his teacup. "I don't know who, or where they are. All I know is that they're using the book to snuff out stars, and entire solar systems along with them. The signature of its magic is quite distinctive." Pale eyes raise to regard Loki. "I'd hoped that you'd be able to tell me who the book was passed to, but if you only had the Codex, and that was destroyed in the fall of Asgard, my hunt just got a lot trickier."
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This Loki is... different. The one he'd met had been quick to take offense, like a mad ferret with a splinter in its tail. This one seems significantly calmer, and far more prone to willingly sharing information. Whatever happened after he splintered off of his own timeline, it was clearly significant. Stephen can't even begin to guess what sort of events might have led him to this, to becoming the God of Stories.
He takes an offered cup of tea, one hand cupped around the bottom to offset the trembling in his fingers, and takes a sip. It's excellent tea.
"The Codex, of course that was what you had," he sighs, frustration twisting at the corner of his lips. He probably should have realized that. "Seems obvious in retrospect."
(He'd only sort of started thinking about time traveling back to before the fall of Asgard and getting it when Loki forestalls that line of thought. It wasn't a fully formed thought; besides, without the time stone, time travel magic is trickier, and significantly more annoying to manage.)
"Someone in my timeline has it," he says, staring thoughtfully down into his teacup. "I don't know who, or where they are. All I know is that they're using the book to snuff out stars, and entire solar systems along with them. The signature of its magic is quite distinctive." Pale eyes raise to regard Loki. "I'd hoped that you'd be able to tell me who the book was passed to, but if you only had the Codex, and that was destroyed in the fall of Asgard, my hunt just got a lot trickier."