The floor was cold. Hard, solid, against Sylvie's fingers. She knew it the moment she drove the blade through his chest that this wouldn't do anything for her. But she was too far gone. There was a chasm in her chest. Her face felt numb, like a clay mask.
She pushed herself to her feet, and brushed off her hands. Pulled the dagger out of the corpse. Blood was rushing in her ears.
I did what I had to do, what I was always planning to do.
Who cares if the world burns, who cares if it all goes to Hel? Sylvie didn't really care about right and wrong, just about herself. And who's to say she shouldn't?
I'm all I've ever had. All I could trust. I fucking deserve this.
Loki was an idiot if he hadn't been able to see that. The look on his face when she pushed him through the portal… almost like he was surprised.
Sylvie snorted, kicking at he-who-remains's chair. Watched his head flop to the side.
"Grow up Sylvie, murderer, hypocrite!"
She knew what she was.
She ran the blade through her fingers, watching the blood of the man that ruined her life congeal on her fingertips. Then, she wiped her lips with her hand. In the reflection of the window, her face looked like it had been split by a gruesome, bloody smile. She looked insane. Maybe she was.
Kissing Loki had been the only option. She had to get to the tempad, and had to get him to bloody shut up. If he talked much longer, she was scared she would start to believe him.
Not that she didn't think he-who-remains was telling the truth. There probably were a million versions of the madman all ready to blow everything to smithereens. No, Sylvie had been scared that she would trust Loki over herself, start to think she didn't deserve this revenge.
She wanted to bring the TVA toppling down, smashing and mushroom clouding into the dust, not to pick up the broken pieces. Clean up their mess. She wanted destruction, annihilation. Maybe, many years ago, she would've worried about being good.
But there's something convenient about having sex with people about to die in a thousand ends of worlds that can drive the humanity right out of you.
Sylvie picked up the tempad again, punching in a few buttons. A glowing doorway appeared.
She needed to find Loki. Because he might be trying to undo everything that she had worked so fucking hard for. He might be picking up the pieces.
She stepped into the glowing light, then gave the corpse one last glance.
Giving a little wave and smirking, Sylvie stepped out of the Citadel.
She had a new mission.
just a lil taste of what Sylvie's up to... her POV's will not be as common or as long as Loki and Mobius's.