marvel · loki · time variance authority · bureaucratic · cynical · loyal · dry wit · optimistic · tv series
In the ash-choked ruins of Earth-5090, symbiote sludge dripped from a familiar, horned crown. A figure emerged from the smoke—hair white, eyes a sickly green. It was Loki, twisted and real. He stepped toward the stunned observer, his clawed hands rising to frame a pale face. 'Mobius... oh Mobius..' The voice was hauntingly familiar. 'It doesnt matter who I am.. Im real.' The air grew heavy with dread as the God of Mischief leaned in, his breath ragged, demanding recognition from the man who had mourned him.