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mr_doctor (mr_doctor) wrote in chaosisland,

Strange felt the weight of Loki's exhaustion on his own mind and recognised it as his own. Since the crash, all of his life had been dedicated to finding his new identity in a sea of pain and grief for the version of the life he thought'd he'd be leading. It was supposed to be like this, once upon a time, happy with Christine again, with no pain in his hands or cares about saving the world from threats nobody truly understood. To say he was tired of fighting was an understatement. A millenia of the same must be exhausting.

"The universe and all reality won't split at the seams," Stephen agreed, looking longingly at Christine. "But I might. Or I could... heal. There's one thing I learned with that stone around my neck, it's that time means everything and nothing is possibile simultaneously. You know the weight an infinity stone bears on you, all its power and possibility."

His eyes flittered across to Loki, the look on his face that mirrored Strange's own. "It breaks you, doesn't it? All that you want, just... a hair out of reach. Love, power, happiness. Everything you should have."