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[goddessofmischief]

Blue Monday, Chapter Five

Chapter Five

“Lady Loki?” you muttered to your partner. “Do you know about this?” “Believe me, no. I’ve had some... adventures, in the past, but no, I was not aware that a version of myself existed in a permanent female body. It’s not that shocking, either-” But he quieted, right away, because she had staggered out.

She.

You had to admit it - Loki made one hell of a woman. Her hair was dark, her neck long, her skin moon white and pallid. And she was tall.

Really, really tall.

“Amora?” she gasped, her voice strangled and disbelieving. “Amora...” “Oh, stars,” the Loki beside you muttered. “This should be entertaining.”

“I knew you couldn’t be gone,” the woman said. She threw her weapon down, rushing to you, and almost crushing you in a passionate embrace. “Oh, I knew it- Amora, it’s been so long-” “Will you tell her,” asked your Loki, “Or shall I? Who you really are, that you’re not her at all-” Shushing him, you untangle yourself from her arms.

“It’s true,” you said, quietly, and looking into her blue eyes, you almost wished that you could be Amora, if only for a moment, if only to make her happy. “I’m... not.” For the first time, Lady Loki seemed to notice the male Loki at your side.

“Something’s going on here,” she spoke, ominously, picking her weapon up again. “And I don’t like it.”

You gulped.

“It’s kind of hard to explain,” you said. “But... I can try.” ...

She didn’t understand.

It was difficult to fault her for this, of course - it seemed that the alternate universe you and Loki had slipped into was the worst one yet. She told you that Amora, Thor, Odin, and all the others were dead.

She was the only one left.

So she’d come down to Midgard to rule. Without the Avengers, this plan had worked out spectacularly well. And none of the mortals seemed to mind, either, except for the one town you and Loki had been to, who still clung to to the old ways, the old gods.

The town that had previously possessed the tesseract, before she and her soldiers had stolen it.

You were still trying to figure out how you were going to get your way out of this one. Meanwhile, your Loki seemed to almost revel in his counterpart’s disappointment.

“So... that’s it,” you said, awkwardly, glancing up at her.

“Extraordinary,” said Lady Loki, not truly making eye contact with you. “She looks as mine did. Down to the last...” she wound a lock of your hair around her finger. “Curl.”

Loki looked dangerously irritated by this, almost... possessive?

No. This was too much for you to comprehend right now. Having one Loki to contend with was quite enough for a human - you couldn’t even begin to think of the all-out war that could occur if both were to fight over you.

You couldn’t hate the idea, either.

“Yes, well,” he said, briskly, and you noticed that a knife had suddenly appeared in his right palm. “Anyway, we’re partners, and we’re here for a mission.” “Really?” you muttered, unable to help yourself from being sarcastic. “Now we’re partners?”

He ignored you.

“Very well,” said female Loki, settling into a throne. “I’ll do what I can to help you.”

“Good,” your Loki briskly stated. “Give us the tesseract.”

She regarded you.

“That is... impossible.”

“How so?” “Well, I need it. If I am to maintain control of Earth.”

“But you have to give it back to the town,” you said softly, your eyes sad and pleading. “If you don’t, it’ll... destroy everything.” “She’s right, I’m afraid,” male Loki said. “It’ll change the course of history.” “Perhaps I want it changed. Have you considered that? Perhaps I desire to possess the one tool that would allow me to finally have everything I want. If I have the tesseract...” she looked at you. “If I have the tesseract, I can live in a kingdom where no one ever dies.”

You swallowed.

“Please,” you said, sinking to the snow-covered ground and kneeling in front of Lady Loki. “Please, you can’t-”

Your Loki, who already like he was about to kill someone, seemed to think this act was a breaking point.

“Enough of this,” he interrupted, tugging you back on your feet. “Get up. You look ridiculous.” “She’s a queen!” you protested, eyes wide, wrenching your wrist from his grasp. “I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do.”

“That’s funny, I’ve been alive for a thousand years. No one ever did it for me.”

He looked to Lady Loki. “What is it that you want?” “What makes you think I’ll want something?” “Because you’re me. I assure you, I know when I want something.”

Female Loki scowled.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll offer you a deal, if the cube is so very consequential. The tesseract... in trade for her.” At this, Loki had the good sense to look panicked.

“No. Absolutely not.” “Why not? It’s the only fair deal that makes sense. I won’t need the tesseract to travel to different multiverses if I have her. You can have the tesseract, and go about your mission. I don’t really need power, Loki. I just want Amora.”

“She does not even know what she is.”

You looked between the two Lokis.

“There has to be another way to settle this,” you said, your voice small. “Come on, we can figure something out-” “There’s nothing to figure out,” your Loki insisted. “Come on. We’ll just have to disappoint Mobius. Not shocking - eventually, I would have done it anyway.”

“Loki, we can’t just go-” “Well, I can’t just lose you!” he shouted. “...Not again!”

...Oh.

Oh, God. Loki was losing it.

This had quickly become personal.

“Loki,” you said, quietly, standing in front of him and grabbing his arms, “Calm down. It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here. Let’s just walk away, and... we can come back. We’ll figure this out, I promise-”

He shook you off. “No,” he said, removing a set of daggers. “No, this ends now.”

”Loki-”

“Move, or you’ll be hurt.”

You groaned, standing off to the side while the two Lokis squared off and loading your T.V.A.-issued gun.

“Hand over the tesseract,” he said, gesturing at the cube on her shelf. “Last chance.” “Amora,” she countered. “Last chance.”

Your Loki hissed, and they ran at each other. Truthfully, you could barely tell one for the other. Both had similar fighting styles - no, the exact same fighting style.

Neither could win without an edge.

You didn’t want to hurt female Loki. You knew she had the capacity to be good, same as yours did. She just needed that chance.

But she wasn’t giving you that chance. And if she were allowed to possess the tesseract, the power would consume her - and destroy the timeline. Besides, you knew she wanted you. How many timelines would she wreck in her search? How many Amoras would she seek to find?

Decisively, you raised your gun - before an unexpected thought made you falter. Loki was a god - so was Lady Loki. A gunshot wound, even from a technologically-advanced gun, would barely harm either of them.

And a different thought struck you. A different... much more dangerous thought.

Loki was a god.

But you weren’t.

Slowly, you raised the gun to your chin, trying to stay calm.

“Y/N?” you heard Loki shout, mid-stab.

Stabbing? It had escalated to stabbing, now?

Well. You really shouldn’t have been all that surprised.

“Amora,” female Loki uttered, stepping toward you. “Amora, whatever you’re thinking, don’t-”

“I have to!” you said, trying to make your voice panicked and convincing. “Otherwise... you’ll kill each other. And it’ll be my fault.”

“Amora,” she whispered. She raised her hands to cup your face, “Don’t..”

The panicked expression hadn’t entirely faded from your Loki’s features, but you knew he had caught on, slightly. Unlike Lady Loki, he knew who you were, he comprehended it. You weren’t a weakness to him like you were to her.

She couldn’t know it. If she had to admit to herself that the Amora she had known and loved no longer existed, it would destroy her.

That is why she had to die.

“Give me the gun-”

“No!”

“Amora, we can fix this. I love you.”

Loki began to creep up behind her.

“Don’t say that,” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks. The act was over. You reached up to clutch the hands that still embraced you. “Please, don’t say that-”

“I do, I love you, you can’t die-”

“But you can,” said Loki, plunging a magically-charged knife into her back.

She collapsed to the ground, and you fell down with her, cradling her in your arms.

“Loki,” you whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Lady Loki shuddered, her chest contracting and her breathing labored. She reached up, one more time, and ran her hand through your hair.

“Amora,” she choked out, and then she was gone.

You let her fall from your arms. As you did, she slowly faded, disappearing into a golden mist.

“Come on,” said your Loki, gently, helping you up. “It’s time to go.”

“You got the tesseract?” you asked, drying your eyes with your sleeves.

“Yes.”

You nodded.

“Okay.”

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