LOKI:

THE MULTIVERSE CLOCK TICKS BACKWARD

His suspicions were wrong. He had no idea what was going on. He had never even heard of Kang. Surrounded in a fortress that looked like everything and nothing he had ever heard of – which made sense, seated as it was in the centre of infinite Everything and Anything and Nothing, deciding what would be.

"What if we went back and pruned him… them… at the start? The multiverse branches, right? Is there an origin point?"

Miss Minutes looked introspective and puzzled for a moment. Kang was gone, but she still seemed to exist. At least in this time-line. At least for the moment, she said. But at least the anachronism made sense. Kang was apparently human, just from a reality that Loki guessed didn't truly exist anymore.

Miss Minutes was the only one that understood what he was saying, even if Loki wasn't certain that she remembered. Kang said that not all Kangs were like him. Maybe, if he was lucky, he happened to be in one of the friendlier, more benign alternatives. Although with that tyrannical statue looming outside, he didn't like his chances. He had worded his request carefully. He didn't expect the little holographic demon to aid him in slaying her own master. He knew that everything he did and said, was possibly being reported back to him.

He thought… he thought… that maybe that meant he had somehow been diverted into the wrong universe. Sylvie had sent him back, but the pad might not have been designed to account for something like that. Or she hadn't.

He needed to… get out of here. Get some… perspective.

"You know, when I first seen you, despite all the propaganda, the "one step from supervillain central" bureaucratic mess, I thought you were an innocent, harmless little thing. I guess I should have known better. The dagger you don't see is always the one that ends up in your back."

She smiled at him, with that charming little innocence that he didn't buy for a minute. She didn't answer directly. "I'm still working on your request, Loki."

Instead of the Time Keepers – Kang. Great. The one mad deity had become many, just like he said. He needed help. But who? Who besides Kang could even understand what was going on?

Everyone here was a variant. Maybe he needed to find some variants of his own. But one thing he did know, it's that no-one was safe. Not even Kang, in the end.