“Stephen open the mirror verse.” Loki demanded from the Sorcerer. The Trickster had nothing but rage and determination in his eyes. It was time to make the variant of himself suffer for what he had did. Not only did he go after his best friend, he nearly robbed him of his husband to be. Strange wished to protest concerned about what extent Loki may take this. But, who was he to deny Loki his rightfully deserved revenge. Not to mention him having Michael with him. The Sorcerer opened the portal for him. For this, he decided to turn a blind eye. It was not his universe to call the shots in.

The Prince walked through the portal and out to the mirror verse, being met with the variant of himself sitting in the very chains that once were used to bind him. A fate this variant managed to escape when he ran off with the Tesseract. The variant Loki stood up slowly, a smirk forming on his face. “Well, well. Took you long enough to show up. I was beginning to think you would never show.” With a slight gesture Loki made a muzzle appear on his mouth. The Prince did not want to hear a thing out of him. Not a single taunt, not a word of a pointless monologue about how Slyvie deserved this. Loki knew just how toxic he was in this time period. The Prince stepped aside for the Archangel. He would give Michael the pleasure of getting revenge for what he did to his brother. “Try not to break him too much.. His last breath is mine to take.” He made the bindings disappear, but kept him muzzled. This would not be as satisfying if he was only able to sit there taking the beating that was to come.

Once Michael was satisfied Loki moved toward the variant. Loki placed his hand on Michael’s shoulder for a moment giving it a light squeezed his way to acknowledge he appreciated what he had just done to him. Loki stared down at his variant, who laid there in agonizing pain. Loki then kicked him across the jaw. The variant fell on to his side, his breathing labored. “How does it feel to be a failure? To know your plan has failed. You will never get the satisfaction of destroying the life, Slyvie has built. While you, Loki, will die alone.. as nothing more than a mistake.” He moved over him and grabbed him by his neck. “I considered showing you mercy.. binding you in the pits of Hell to let the guilt and shame destroy you, but you are a Loki. We survive. Letting you live is far too risky.” Loki had already taken one life today. Another would not make a difference. When it came to the ones, he loved Loki was not a God to be crossed. His Hell forged dagger appeared in his hand. It only seemed appropriate to use the gift made and given by the man he attempted to murder. Loki plunged the dagger just under the variant Loki’s rib cage, twisting the blade as he pushed it deeper. He pulled it out only to drive it into his side several more times. His composure breaking. The rage he attempted to contain being let out. His final blow being the dagger being driven through the variant’s throat a frustrated yell escaping him. He was tired… tired of Lucifer being hurt and those that he loved. Tired of all the pain that was caused by what was essentially him. That spoiled Trickster who would have stopped at nothing to have others begging at his knees for forgiveness as he sought his own revenge. A part of him that still lived deep inside him, now laid lifeless before him.

************While saving Loki from the TVA, Slyvie was informed that they had her Loki. She had decided that she would save both of them. Once safe and out of the TVA this exchanged happened between the Loki variant and Slyvie. @LadyTrickster. Some bits are based off her responses so wanted to give credit where it is due. ******************

The variant followed through the portal made for their escape. Once on the other side he turned around grabbed Slyvie by the throat backing her into a wall. He made a dagger appear and held it against her neck. "You... betrayed me. Was it all just a game to you? Was it worth it? Did your revenge bring you the happiness you thought it would?" His voice was shaky. She had broken his heart. The first love he had and was betrayed. What they had thrown away for what?

Slyvie, conflicted by her feelings and filled with guilt for what she had done to him could only offer an apology. She half expected this reaction from him and would let him have his moment. "It didn't make me feel better and I was a fool. I'm sorry."


"I'm sorry!?" He scoffed at her words. The fact that it did not bring her happiness was bittersweet. He wanted it to be for a reason. He wanted a reason to not be angry. For her to have found some sense of peace. But, no it was for nothing. Meanwhile, he was the one left to pick up the pieces of the heart she shattered.

"I loved you.. and it wasn't enough for you..." He fought back tears.

--"I was selfish and cruel. My life to that point had always been about destroying the tva and and killing kang.. I loved you but I needed closure more... or I thought I did at the time... my whole life had been dedicated to that whole stupid revenge. I... thought it was what I needed." she tried to justify her thought process at the time. But she knew nothing she said would make any of it right. "If you wish to stab me, yell at me, cry at me.. go a head.. if you wish to leave and never see me again.. that's fine too... I deserve it 100%." --(By @ladytrickster)

Tears ran down his face. Pushing the knife into her neck more, but not enough to harm her. It hurt more to hear her say she loved him. It didn't feel like she did. He was far to hurt to trust her words or sentiments towards him. The Trickster had been stuck in a universe not his own only to be used as a pawn in her ever last problems with the TVA. Why was it that he could never catch a break? Perhaps she was his karma for being such a cruel individual to those who had ever loved him. Killing her would not change what happened, how he felt for her, and how nothing she said would make him feel better. He resented loving her. Giving a part of himself to her that he never shared with anyone. Loki eventually let her go moving away. Calming down, he finally spoke.

"And, that is why I won't give you that satisfaction. May you finally find the thing that truly brings you peace and happiness, Slyvie. Like I said, I just want you to be okay.." He then vanished.