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This was not good. Quickly, Loki moved through the TVA, looking for Mobius and B-15. Once he found them, he frantically explained that he and Sylvie had found He Who Remains and they (well, Sylvie really) had killed him and now more variants were on the way.
But Mobius and B-15 didn’t remember him. Why didn’t they remember? He hadn’t thought that the TVA was affected by time and if everything had been set up to when He Who Remains died, then why were things changing? They didn’t remember.
Frustrated he moved to the railing and was startled to realize that the statue had changed. It was now clearly He Who Remains (or his variant) and not the stylized Time Keeper face it had been. But-no-hadn't it always looked like that? No. No, it had changed.
Mobius was calling for backup still. He didn’t remember. Who was that agent beside him? B-15. B-15 was beside him and she didn’t remember either.
His head was splitting. What had he and his variant done? That inferior Loki, no, not a Loki...
SYLVIE.
Her name was Sylvie. He had to remember that. There was something in his head and he did not like things in his head. Whatever had happened to Mobius was happening to him. He wasn’t sure what the timeline was changing to, but he was starting to remember things he hadn’t done, places he hadn’t been. He needed to remember Sylvie. He needed to be able to help her when she realized what she’d done.
The agent beside Mobius was inching towards him with her hands out, trying to calm him down. Fool. He grabbed the tempad out of her hands and fled down the hallways. He should go to an apocalypse. Maybe that would help. He just needed to think. Where had he and his variant-Sylvie, Sylvie, Sylvie- gone? He had looked at her-what did she look like? -and they had touched and...Lamentis! It was Lamentis. He should go there. Maybe she would too. He punched in the destination and fled through the portal.
Loki expected to breathe a sigh of relief, but his head was still pounding. He was forgetting more and more of her and it was disconcerting to know that there was a blank spot in his memories that had been full just a moment ago.
What to do, what to do? He needed to remember. He couldn’t forget her. In a stroke of genius, he summoned a notepad and pen. He’d write it all down! He panicked, the pen stuttering across the page as his timeline fought to reassert itself. Her name was...what was it? It was fitting and perfect...no matter! She was a Loki! And her hair was...black, of course, just like his. And she had kissed him and it was soft and perfect and he wasn’t writing anymore, but it was okay because his head wasn’t hurting anymore and of course he would never forget...
He blinked.
What was he doing on this dump of a planet? Surely with the chaos he had caused by killing the He Who Remains he didn’t need to hide his presence anymore. Those TVA idiots would be killing up for years, no one would be able to stop him. With this tempad, he could make sure things went his way.
He glanced at the notepad in his hand. Why on earth had he written his name and hair color? He was burdened with glorious purpose; he didn’t have time for this nonsense. He waved them away and retrieved the tempad. It was time to revisit his brother and his merry band of idiots.