Sylvie wasn't an idiot, far from it actually. So instead of just charging into the TVA with no plan and hoping for the best, she instead went back to the citadel at the end of time and retrieved her sword. It had been a stupid move on her part to leave it there, and it had been painful to go back, but she had done it.

The strange thing about it was that when she had walked silently into He Who Remains's office, his body was gone, there was no blood on the chair, and her sword had been cleaned off and set in the middle of the desk. Was this a trap? She glanced around the room, looking for any more clues. The desk had been rearranged and the shelves had been reorganized. They were both set up the same way she, herself would have done. Could it be that-

She didn't even get to finish the thought before she heard the sound of approaching footsteps behind her. Sylvie spun around and came face to face with… herself? The woman standing in front of her was wearing a cloak made of black silk and a long green dress with a braided gold belt at the waist and long sleeves. It looked rather comfortable and, if Sylvie was being honest with herself, she was a little jealous.

"Who are you?" The woman demanded.

"Who are you?" Sylvie shot back.

The woman lifted her chin and answered, "I'm Sylvie Laufeydottir,"

"Well that's not quite possible because I'm Sylvie Laufeydottir," Sylvie said.

They both stared at each other, scrutinizing and suspicious. Was it possible to have a variant of a variant? She wasn't sure, but if the woman in front of her wasn't a trick or an illusion, then it would certainly seem like it.

He was going to die. That was the only thought in Loki's head as the blade sliced up toward his neck. He was going to die without ever having told Sylvie he loved her. Because of course, right when he was a half a second away from death was when he was finally able to put a name to the emotion that had plagued him non-stop for the last few days. Love. And he would never get to tell her. He was really going to die, and not one of his tricks again where he pretended to die, no. This time it would be real, painful, cold, death. Or at least, that was what he had thought before a sword knocked the dagger from Kang's hand. The sword ricocheted off the throne and flew, spinning, back into the hand of his rescuer.

As he looked to the doorway to see who the person was, Kang, taking advantage of Loki's distracted state, tackled him and stabbed another dagger straight at his chest. Loki rolled and barely managed to avoid being stabbed straight through the heart. The blade instead sank deep into his upper left arm forcing him to let out a loud yelp through his gritted teeth. The pain was making his vision blurry, great. The wound was bad, but it was far from the most excruciating thing he'd ever been through. So, pushing through the pain, he managed to throw Kang off of him with his uninjured arm long enough to stagger to his feet and then duck out of the way as his rescuer charged at Kang.

Once he was able to see clearly again and the scene before him became clear, he saw none other that Ravona Renslayer battling Kang. And by the looks of it, she was kicking his ass too. What in the nine realms was she doing here? A million questions crowded into his head as he continued to watch the fight unfold. Renslayer's fighting style was so graceful and elegant that as she fought she almost appeared to be dancing. It was amazing to watch. And then there was Kang. He fought like a man who, for whatever reason, hadn't had anyone to train him in the art of combat, and had taught himself to fight. His method was effective, but not quite as efficient as Ravona's.

How had she found him? And why? The fight continued but at this point it almost seemed like Ravona was toying with Kang, and keeping the fight going for her own amusement. Loki looked around the room to see some of the Minutemen were beginning to creep toward them.

"Incoming!" He called, hoping she'd be able to hear him over the sound of her and Kang's blades clashing against each other. That had been a bad idea. As soon as he said it, several of the Minutemen near him seemed to remember that he was there and came at him with guns. Loki hated guns. None of them were firing yet, but he had a few too many pointed in his direction. "A little help would be much appreciated!" He yelled at Ravona.

"Oh come on Laufeyson," she said, finally finishing Kang off, "I think you can take care of them yourself," as soon as the light faded from Kang's eyes, he felt his magic return to him and his face split into a huge, somewhat evil grin. The Minutemen stared down in horror as ice cemented their feet to the floor. Some of them even managed to let out the beginnings of a scream before the ice completely enveloped their bodies. Ravona pulled a tempad out of her pocket, pressed a few buttons, and opened a portal.

"Wait!" He said before she could vanish. She turned around to face him,

"What?"

"Why did you save me?" He asked. Ravona scoffed. "I mean, you hate me, so why would you help me?"

"My rescuing you was purely coincidental. So while it was good timing for you, it was not my intention going into this,"

"Well if not to save me then why are you here?"

"Loki, not everything is always about you. I'm here because for the last two months I've been going around ending as many variants of this being as I can," she said, gesturing toward Kang.

"Two months?"

"Yes,"

"But the original only died two days ago,"

"Loki, time passes differently in different universes. What would be two seconds in one reality could be two years in another," well that made more sense.

"Look, where do you need to go?" She asked. Well that was unexpected. Why would she do that for him?

"Why would you do that for me?" Loki asked, voicing his thoughts.

"Again, not everything is about you. I'm doing this to get you out of my way. Now, tell me where you need to go or I'll pick for you,"

"Alright, alright. Can you take me to Sylvie?" She laughed. And then laughed again. And then laughed even herder.

"What's so funny?" Loki demanded.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She gasped out through her laughter. "Actually no, I'm not," that made her laugh even harder. She now had tears in her eyes because of how hard she was laughing. Loki waited with his arms folded over his chest. "It's just that- bahaha!" She descended into another fit of laughter. Loki rolled his eyes and then ran his fingers through his hair. This was getting a bit annoying. Ravona paused in her giggling and looked up at him, and asked, "which one?" then dissolved into another giggling fit.