Loki smiles when the question is turned back around on him. He probably should have expected as much. He still feels strange about leaving this place at the end of time. He thought that this would be where he remained forever and now he's walking beyond the branches and looking to step back into the past with this sorcerer. He casts another glance behind his shoulder to the timelines, still humming with the magic that he placed into them, and while he feels wary about it still, he continues on down the steps with Stephen.
"Impressive. The mastery of time is no easy thing," he replies, perhaps more magnanimous than the sorcerer might have expected but Loki did spend literal centuries learning everything there was to know about the mechanics of time. It's a different thing, the magic and the science of it all, and he doubts that Stephen has all of the equations and technical knowledge that Loki had to learn in some desperate attempt to keep the Loom together, but it all ends in the same place. A mastery over time.
He continues the walk away from the throne and considers how to answer the question posed to him in kind. "In order to save the timelines and my friends, I had to become the God of Stories. The one holding all of the timelines together. There was no other way. Trust me, I played them all out." Over and over again. Sometimes he thinks about all of the time spent, though he supposes now that it really means nothing. Time doesn't have the same meaning to him anymore in the wake of everything.
Once they have put some distance between them and the convergence of the timelines, he looks to Strange. "This should be far enough to time walk safely without interfering with the branches."
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"Impressive. The mastery of time is no easy thing," he replies, perhaps more magnanimous than the sorcerer might have expected but Loki did spend literal centuries learning everything there was to know about the mechanics of time. It's a different thing, the magic and the science of it all, and he doubts that Stephen has all of the equations and technical knowledge that Loki had to learn in some desperate attempt to keep the Loom together, but it all ends in the same place. A mastery over time.
He continues the walk away from the throne and considers how to answer the question posed to him in kind. "In order to save the timelines and my friends, I had to become the God of Stories. The one holding all of the timelines together. There was no other way. Trust me, I played them all out." Over and over again. Sometimes he thinks about all of the time spent, though he supposes now that it really means nothing. Time doesn't have the same meaning to him anymore in the wake of everything.
Once they have put some distance between them and the convergence of the timelines, he looks to Strange. "This should be far enough to time walk safely without interfering with the branches."