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Sylvie Laufeydottir (thebetterloki) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2021-08-12 20:35:00

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active: frigga, active: sylvie

who: Sylvie and OPEN
what: Sylvie arrives
where: the apartment lobby
when: Thursday evening

Sylvie had expected to feel something, pain maybe, as she held the baton to the center of her chest. Perhaps they were right, perhaps this would take her to the time keepers. What did she have to lose? She was surrounded and Mobius and Loki weren't here to pop in at the last moment to assist. If they were pruned, disintegrated, just like her parents, he brother, her universe than what did she have to lose at this point. If anything the last few days has taught her that she was tired of running, of popping from one bleak ending to another.

She didn't feel anything though. There was a hum of the baton powering on and then… a breeze? The warmth of the sun was on her face as she stood in the busy street, and confusion settled upon her features. She didn't trust it, and in a moment the hood of her green cloak was over her features. She saw the letter drift down from above, plucking it from the air and scanning it.

Ha. The Man at The End of the World dare call himself an entity now? Did he decide he was to be some God? She was torn between the idea that this might be a trap, and adrenaline that she might get to make him pay for the crimes he committed against her.

She tried to stay to the shadows, as best as one could in the day time. The letter had directed her to go to an apartment building which seemed like a strange place to hide, but maybe that was the genius of it. She couldn't help but be uncomfortable. She expected the end of time to be quieter and emptier, but there were people…loud and happy and laughing. They had no idea they were in the end of time. She almost wished to be that ignorant.

She conjured a flutter of green magic around her hands as she entered the lobby, almost expecting Renslayer to be there to ambush her, but it was empty.

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bamfqueen
2021-08-13 12:57 am UTC (link)

She felt it the moment the new arrival came through.

Frigga was a seer by nature. Those in this time might call her psychic, but it wasn't accurate. Her visions weren't exact moments of time. She saw bits and pieces, feelings more than actions. It had always bothered her that she couldn't truly stop what was coming, only brace herself for how it would make her feel. In that moment, she felt...unsettled. Something wasn't right.

When they were young boys, she had placed magical links on both of her children. It was vital to her to know where they were and when they were in danger. All these centuries later, those links had faded and she now depended on her own gifts and her pure maternal instinct. And both of those things were telling her one of her children was in danger.

But that was impossible. Because Loki wasn't here. And the energy radiating towards her didn't feel like his. It felt...off, somehow. Wrong.

Frigga didn't consider herself investigative. That was for Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner and young Mr. Parker. But in that moment, she had questions and she needed answers.

Her outer appearance was calm and relaxed, but internally she was absolutely buzzing with confusion and excitement and maybe even just a bit of fear. Odin would be ashamed, surely. Still, she entered the lobby in time to see a familiar-but-not blur of green magic. And thousands of years of practice and learning were more than enough to tell her the magic involved was not exactly defensive.

Lifting her chin, she studied the new arrival. "I would ask that you not wield that quite so freely around here. There are innocents housed here who have no defenses against your attack." And Frigga had sworn long ago to die all over again defending them if it came to it. "Are you new here?"

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thebetterloki
2021-08-13 01:41 am UTC (link)

Sylvie spin on her heel. It was that voice, familiar and yet so unknown. The tone that had at once been both alarming and comforting. She peered at the woman, a figment of her mother. Sylvie was set askew by the flood of half memories that threatened to collapse her.

She stepped forward (dramatic, as always) and lowered her hood. Sylvie didn't exactly look like the other Loki's (aside from the gender variation) she was light haired with hazel eyes, but it was her crown…the only part of Asgard she still carried with her, that gave Sylvie's identity away: her broken horns precariously tilted in her head.

“new.” She said the word as if it were something bitter and she let out a laid. “surely the man at the end of time knows that I am not easily enchanted by illusions.”

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bamfqueen
2021-08-13 01:54 am UTC (link)

Though she tried to keep her face neutral, even stoic, Frigga found her head reeling with varying emotions. She was well aware of Loki's shape shifting abilities. She was the one who had taught them to him, among other various spells and enchantments. But this wasn't the form he usually took.

And this didn't feel like her Loki. Something was wrong and she was desperately trying to figure out who would be able to catch her off guard.

Her eyes narrowed, though Sylvie would absolutely have seen the split second of sheer surprise she'd worn previously.

"I don't know the man of which you speak. You are not at the end of time but outside of it. The more scientifically aware types call it a pocket dimension." Yes. Explain Goodland. Get the woman talking. Make anything about this make sense. "My name is Frigga, Queen of Asgard, and yet..." She studied the woman for a moment more before adding, "somehow I think you know that already. Who are you?"

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thebetterloki
2021-08-13 09:29 pm UTC (link)

“A society outside if time?” Sylvie didn't let the confusion show in her face, but she couldn't put together how a place like this could exist outside of the TVA's long, obsessive reach. Though the TVA itself was a pocket dimension and maybe this was just supposed to be a back up plan that grew out of control like an unmatched weed. She could tell that the woman wasn’t lying.

“I was once Loki Laufeydottir, Princess of Asgard, adopted child of Odin and Frigga.” The words were both familiar and strange in her mouth. Something she hadn’t said in a number of years. She watched her mother--not her mother she reminded herself—carefully. She was just like the woman in her memories. “I go by Sylvie now.”

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bamfqueen
2021-08-13 09:42 pm UTC (link)

Sylvie did an excellent job of hiding her confusion. Most might have been fooled. But Frigga could feel it pulsing through her. She could feel it more so because it matched the emotion going through her own being.

Her head tilted, taking in those words. She'd so longed for Loki to be returned someday. It didn't matter to her that the child was clearly not the one she had raised almost their entire life. What did matter was how guarded the woman seemed. So cautious. Very much not her ask forgiveness, not permission son.

"You are," she agreed. "And yet, you're not. Not mine, are you? Another world's Loki, choosing another path, perhaps?" Though she was still aching with confusion, another ache was taking over. The need to comfort her baby. To make this better for her somehow. And the only thing she could offer was an explanation. "If I didn't already have a granddaughter and a daughter from other worlds, I might find your story a bit more doubtful."

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thebetterloki
2021-08-13 11:24 pm UTC (link)

“Not yours, though I know him.” Sylvie said softly. She wasn't typically so slow with her thoughts, but standing in front of Frigga was something else entirely. Something that she had yearned for as a child and now didn't know what to do with.

“I am a variant, an accident of choice, the wrong move on the chess board. When people like me exist and create a big enough problem—for me this seems to be a simple as being born a girl— the TVA will arrest you for the crimes of daring to exist because it threatens what they call the sacred timeline. When they do this, they set of time charges that wipe your reality from existence or… what they say prune the branching timeline. They have been hunting me since I escaped from them.” The explanation probably didn't make a ton of sense but it was honestly all Sylvie knew.

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bamfqueen
2021-08-14 01:17 am UTC (link)

It didn't seem possible. That a group of people could - well, as they said on Midgard - play god. Decide who was the "right" one to live or to die. What made this woman - this beautiful, obviously clever, and magically gifted woman - the wrong one to survive and Frigga's son the right one? But then, she knew. She knew how selfish the hearts of some people could be.

Frigga's shoulders relaxed, her stance suddenly considerably less defensive. Yes, if Sylvie was as talented as she seemed, she could probably harm her. But instinctively she knew she wouldn't do so. "You've been living your whole life on the run." Her 'crime' had come so young, how could... "Since you were just a child?"

She did give a wry grin as something else Sylvie had said sank in. "The two of you were in one place? The universe was just asking for trouble."

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thebetterloki
2021-08-15 12:54 am UTC (link)

When Frigga relaxed her stance, instinctively Sylvie did too. She would never be totally relaxed, she was too much like a wounded animal for that, always waiting for the next betrayal or attack. But her hands at least, fell from their poised positions to rest, folded across her chest.

"I was eight," Sylvie said gently, "playing with my toys in the palace when the Time Agency snatched me from my universe." She had thought about trying to get back, if all of time was on a string, surely she could go to a point before the TVA pruned her timeline and stop them, but even she knew that it wasn't possible. Maybe the man at the end of the world could do it... but she would rather seem him bloodied at the end of her swords should they ever meet. "I have been alone since then." Which, wasn't entirely true, at least for the last few days.

"I think we cancel each other out. The two of us separately bring bad luck, but somehow we've managed to survive." Loki's words echoed in her ears. Lokis survived, its what they did.

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bamfqueen
2021-08-15 01:24 am UTC (link)

A range of emotions were rushing through her. Logically, Frigga knew this woman wasn't her daughter anymore than Angela had been. But she had loved Angela almost immediately. She'd loved Torunn from the moment they'd been introduced. And whether this was her Loki or not, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to love and protect a child of the crown.

Or any child, honestly. It was sort of who she was.

And knowing that some version of herself somewhere had lost the chance to raise this baby. That she had been forced to grow up quickly, always on the run and in hiding. And alone. And that made Frigga prickle with anger to the point that it was only centuries of practice that kept her from exploding with the darker parts of her magic.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't desperately want to make this better for you. But I understand you may be wary. I'm not your mother, not truly. I didn't raise you, some other me out there did." She hesitated before she waved her hand at the building around them. "This is set up as a safe place. The world we are in is called Goodland, and though it is not always safe, it is a soft landing for many of us." She worried at her bottom lip. "Your brother is here - is he a brother in your world? He must be or they would have, what was the word? Pruned? They'd have pruned him, too. He has a child, a teenaged girl. And we have many we consider family even though they're Midgardian. It's an odd little family. But... Well, they'll all try to make you feel comfortable, I'm certain."

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thebetterloki
2021-08-15 03:43 am UTC (link)

Sylvie couldn't help the look of shock on her face when Frigga said that she wanted to make it better for her. She didn't know how to feel about that. She couldn't remember a time when someone had wanted that for her. It made her... uncomfortable? Hopeful? She didn't know how to trust this. She didn't know how to process this feeling. She shifted uneasily in front of the woman.. her mother.

"They only prune you if your existence does something so important that it creates a branch in the time line... they call it a nexus event, though no one ever told me the crimes against me." She had asked. She knew Ravonna was lying when she said she didn't know, but maybe the Man at the ENd of Time would know. She took a staggered breath.

"Thor is my brother though, yes. A knuckle head who had just inherited a hammer." She smirked a little at the thought. The vague memory of their weapons. "I need not comfort."

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bamfqueen
2021-08-16 01:46 am UTC (link)

There it was again. That shooting anger. She was known as a kind and benevolent queen to Odin's heavier hand. But few things angered her more than slights against children. And knowing that there was a daughter another version of her would never get to raise for some unknown, foolish reason made her furious.

"Ah, Mjolnir. He does love that hammer." It was a formidable weapon, and he was fortunate to be able to wield it. "He's a good man in our time. Getting his feet under him still in many ways, but a strong leader and a capable warrior." She was, without question, a proud mother first and foremost.

Her head tilted, watching the conflict on the pretty face. "You may not need comfort, Sylvie, but you have it if you're willing to take it. Not everything has to be a struggle, not any longer. The note the Entity sent you, the one that brought you here. It should have given you a dwelling? It's warm and comfortable, though you may have a roommate or two. Please don't attempt to stab them, it only goes badly here."

Frigga knew her son. And if her daughter was at all like her son, the warning couldn't hurt.

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thebetterloki
2021-08-19 03:02 am UTC (link)

"Swords are better," Sylvie said with a half smirk. A flick of her hand, and the swords that Sylvie favored were on display. They were what was left of a girl being raised as Asgardian Royalty. Just like her brother, she had been trained for fighting, though Sylvie preferred to rely on her magic, it was no doubt that her training (as basic as it was for a child) had been enough to keep her safe all these years). The swords were light and meant for a small quick wielder, unlike her brothers hammer, and had runes up the sides. There was a small, proud smile.

"I only have..." Sylvie shuffled a little awkwardly, "Vague memories of what my life was like thousands of years ago. I remember bits of the Palace. I remember Thor's foolishness, and your voice. And winged horses. Fathers stories about the Valkyrie.."

"I only stab those who deserve it."

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bamfqueen
2021-08-20 12:03 pm UTC (link)

So she had also gotten the gift of being able to pull her weapon from magical dimensions. Interesting, but not terribly surprising. "Loki prefers the blade as well, though I suppose if you've met him you may know that already. He never took to combat the way Thor did, but he had his skills." It was one of the reasons she had taken him under her wing to teach him spells and enchantments. Odin had seen the natural fighter that Thor was and had spent so much time nurturing that that she had always feared Loki would feel neglected. Her gift hadn't let her down, though she was still frustrated she hadn't seen just how bad it would get.

A gentle smile appeared, watching Sylvie go over the memories in her head. When one lived as long as Asgardians did, memories could come and go in a blink. As young as she had been, it surprised Frigga to learn her daughter was still able to hold on to even those bits and pieces. "We were returned to Asgard by this Entity briefly. I'm sorry it was well before your arrival. I would have loved for you to see it."

"One day, perhaps if you're ready, I can share that with you." If Sylvie's skills were at all similar to her own, she would know the ability to share memories through simple (and less simple) attachment. But sharing one's mind could be incredibly stressful and invasive. It was certainly not something she would want from anyone she didn't trust implicitly.

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thebetterloki
2021-08-21 02:18 am UTC (link)

“I should like that.” Sylvie found herself saying. Her mind though, it was elsewhere. They had been on Asgard? She’d never dared risk going there, and even though she knew she could have… there were so many ragnaroks that she could have visited the palace without a second thought… but she never did. She could never bring herself to go there.

“I think I should retire to my room.” Sylvie said. It was becoming overwhelming for her. All of it. Her mother. Memories she’d long repressed. Everything.

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