mobius | thor
At first I was not paying attention, it was noise happening in the background. But then I heard my father's voice, and then my own. I could not help but watch. It was familiar, very familiar. But also foreign.
Then it turned to Jane Foster's perspective. She was this amazing woman I met when I first visited Las Vegas, but this was another Jane. Another Darcy. They were trying to contact me in Asgard from Earth, but it resulted in a clash with the Dark Elves and this Ether that I've only heard of in legends. Asgard was attacked.
But Loki. He was imprisoned. So angry, and bitter.
Then I saw [...] my mother killed. No. Not my mother. This other version. But it felt the same.
There was more. Much more after that. And I am conflicted.