Loki, Freyja, and I ran towards the Vault. We'd seen the light of the Bifrost going off. Freyja's warning came too late. We couldn't stop the Warriors 4 anymore. Heimdall betrayed us. That caused a dent in our Plans. Or rather my Plans.
While I knew Heimdall hated Loki (okay, I strongly suspected), his allegiance was unclear towards us. I hoped that we could use him to help. That looked unlikely now.
And now we got the fucking damned Warriors 4 running around on Earth
Pieces of shit
They're gonna ruin my hard work!
No- no we don't know that for certain. There's still time.
It didn't settle me. The Warriors had time too. Loki told Thor the truth, I hoped, but even that might not mean much. Thor has been known to take their word over Loki's many times. The Warriors could say Loki stole the throne regardless, that he warned Odin in the first place, any number of things to get Thor on their side.
There wasn't any time left to waste. Whatever was gonna happen, it needed to start now.
He won't fall.
I won't let him.
Loki deserved better than all of this.
The three of us walked into the Vault. Loki paused ahead of us, making slow steps towards the Casket.
The Jötunns waited for us. Thor's friends worked against us. Time to see who would win out.
Loki
Freyja walked forward, just enough so her words didn't have to echo. "Loki. You need to pick it up." She threw her arm back towards me. "Neither of us can. We'd be destroyed."
"I know." Loki stepped closer. The staff of Gunghir stomped on the ground. At his command, the wall before us fell away.
I walked up, past Freyja. She tried to pull me back. Instead I stood at Loki's side, reaching up to put a hand on his shoulder.
Loki took a deep breath, squaring back his shoulders. "It has to be me."
My hand squeezed his shoulder. Loki took another breath. He walked to the Casket, his steps more assured. Gunghir stayed standing upright as he walked from it.
Freyja came up to me. She nodded at the Destroyer. "Are we good?" Freyja asked.
I shook my head. Wherever we were, it was nowhere close to good.
Loki lifted the Casket. The Destroyer stepped forward. The wall forming back together behind him. Freyja tensed at my side, causally reaching for her weapon. I reached up, my hand touching her arm. Freyja stilled.
"Will it kill us?" Freyja asked.
"Why would it?" I countered.
Loki tucked the Casket into a pocket dimension. He looked up at the Destroyer. As he faced away from me, I couldn't make out his face. His shoulders shook some, and his hands stayed in front of him. No doubt he was doing his usual anxious gesture.
The Destroyer stayed standing vigil.
My gut took this as a bad sign.
"Loki." I spoke up. Loki kept himself turned towards it. "We need to go."
He stood still.
Freyja's arm moved again. I squeezed her, digging my nails in.
"Loki." I repeated. Letting Freyja go, I walked closer to him. "Loki?"
Loki turned to me. His green eyes narrowed and hard. His mouth set into a firm line.
In response, I smiled. A sort of smile that said I understood what hurt about this- cause I did. The last time we stood here, his whole world fell out from under him. His father fell here. The Destroyer would've killed him last time. We planned a heist here. This Vault didn't have the best memories for him, especially ones that burned so recently.
My own hands twinged here. The frostbite had long since healed, but I remembered the pain. Granted I would go through it all over again if it meant helping Loki. Right now I wanted to help him- to give him the support that he needed right now. Whatever form it took.
"Wanna talk about it?" We were in a rush, yes. However this helped the overall plan. Making Loki feel better, like he had something here to fight for, all of that would be helped by just giving Loki a chance to speak.
Loki swallowed.
"We have time."
"We don't, actually." Freyja remarked.
"Hush." I hissed. "Loki?"
Loki glanced up at the Destroyer, then down at the previous pedestal for the Casket. "They'll turn Thor against me."
"Maybe." I replied.
"He'll never want a Frost Giant on the throne- on his throne." Loki countered. "He swore to hunt all the monsters down."
"Maybe. But what if he changed his mind?" I asked.
Loki scoffed. "In three days?"
"Because it's you." I replied. Loki tensed. His jaw clenched. Water welled up in his green eyes, the stare softening. "Because they aren't all monsters, are they?"
Loki swallowed. He looked down again, mouth opening like he wanted to argue but had too many emotions swirling around his head or piercing his heart. "Freyja is right. We need to get moving."
I nodded. Maybe what I said wasn't a lot, but hopefully they carried enough weight.
He wasn't sending the Destroyer down after Thor.
That had to be enough.
Right?
So in my head, I missed Loki's fingers curling and his glare on the Destroyer.
==L==
Ketil knocked his muzzle against my cheek. I reached up, brushing his head. He had been asking me the entire way why I was so stressed. Horses, they always saw right through me.
Rude of them.
Once again, how could I explain that the stars around us hurt to see? Especially now near the end. If we failed here, if my plans failed to stop the war or Loki took a different path at any time then...then Loki had hours.
Maybe less.
Movies were always bad at showing the passage of time between scenes.
Thor never said "you sent the Destroyer after me two hours ago!" Or Loki never said "hey by the way, as I'm about to fall, I brought the Frost Giants into Asgard ten minutes ago!"
I could have hours to fix this.
More likely minutes.
The fates of everyone- of a whole planet- counted on my actions here.
But I couldn't explain that to Ketil. He deserved a restful day with minimal stress. One of us outta have it.
So I neighed back at him. Ketil replied. His reply had me scrunching up my eyebrows, confused.
Freyja eyed me oddly. Loki led our trio.
"She's talking to horses again." Freyja told Loki.
"Let her." Loki walked towards the Gatekeeper.
Ketil parted from me. I looked down at my hand, calling my power to it. My palm glowed yellow with a beam. When I focused on the spell from before, the same overpowering love as before, my hand glowed gold.
"Tell me, Loki, Queen Morgan, how did you get the Jötunns into Asgard?" Heimdall asked. "Or Lady Freyja, how did you bring Queen Morgan to Asgard?"
"You think the Bifrost is the only way in and out of this realm?" Loki asked. "There are secret paths between the worlds, to which even you with all your gifts are blind. But I have need of them no longer, now that I am King. And I say, for your act of treason, you are relieved of your duties as Gatekeeper. And no longer citizen of Asgard."
Loki had full right to do this. Heimdall indeed betrayed the kingdom. He opened the Bifrost to four warriors who wanted to overthrow the King. Loki himself admitted he had no use for the throne, that it would be better suited under Thor's rule. Only after Thor got his head out of his ass.
But the Warriors saw differently. They always did. So did Heimdall. Heimdall, who always believed and trusted Thor so implicitly that it was infuriating.
"Then I need no longer obey you." Heimdall pulled out his sword, ready to swing on Asgard's current king.
Freyja pulled out her sword, ready to fight. My hands glowed again- a golden bright glow that I quickly pulled back. Loki was faster in pulling out the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Ice blasted out from it. Heimdall slowed as the ice formed around him. Loki's skin turned bluer the longer he held up the beam.
An idea bloomed in my head.
Heimdall fro-
Low hanging fruit.
Heimdall stopped. Loki exhaled, his breath visible.
Freyja turned to him. This, being her first time seeing his Jötunn form. Loki tensed, waiting for her reaction. "I still don't see the issue here. Blue suits you."
Loki tucked the Casket away. The blue quickly faded from his skin.
"Wait." I called up. The two paused inside the Observatory.
"I can't do it."
"You finally see sense!" Freyja replied. "It's about time."
"Why not?" Loki asked. "You were using it just fine a minute ago,"
"I really can't- I see it now. Or, Ketil noticed it and told me." My hand glowed golden again. A small shield formed around me. Quick as it came, I let it fall. The warmth barely lasted a blink. "No wonder it was so weird, I just thought- it doesn't matter. I can't do it."
Loki walked to me, face twisted in concern. "Morgan. What's wrong with the spell?" Loki asked.
"It's not the spell. It works fine. Too fine. All this time, I thought the magic was coming from me. That I was the source." I shook my head. "That's half true. I was just the middle man, a redirect for the real source."
"You have borrowed magic?" Freyja asked. "In addition to your own? What does that even mean?"
"Where does it come from?" Loki asked.
"A planet." I replied, quickly. That weak answer made me wince.
Equestria was more than a planet. With a perfect blue sky, endless green grass, gentle breezes...mountains capped with snow...friendly citizens with much smaller problems than the fate of universes. Equestria was more of a home than Earth, some days.
Equestria was more home.
"The way they use magic is different from how I normally do it. Magic to me comes from inside, part of who I am. After I used theirs for the first time, I became connected to it. Their magic comes from the land itself." I explained to Loki and Freyja. "If I pour out the magic through me I take it from that land. Like- like a magnet pulling everything away into this realm. If I fix the entire Jotunheim with their magic-"
"You'll destroy them." Loki realized the problem, just as I did earlier. "Trade one land for another."
I nodded. Ketil had said 'stress was bad for horses like us'. Us. Like I was a horse too. With this magic, I might as well be. A unicorn in all but body shape. My magic even made me seem like a horse to fellow horses. Fuck damn it, can I have one nice thing?
"Is their magic really that important?" Freyja asked.
"Well they use it to move their sun, so yes." I snapped.
Lilac needed that sun
She fucking loves that sun, so fuck you.
Freyja swore. "What can we do?"
"The Casket." I stated. "It's a self-generating source, a real one. It powered Jotunheim for eons. If we connect it to the Bifrost to use it the same way Loki did against Heimdall-"
"-use its force to fill up the whole planet. It won't tire as you would've, or drain itself." Loki explained. "Instead of destroying them, the Bifrost would be restoring them."
I nodded.
Freyja shook her head. "I don't understand a single world of that magical babble, but I do know it sounds more insane than the last plan."
"It'll work." I insisted.
"We don't know that!" Freyja argued.
"It has to work, better?!" I snapped. "I thought you'd like a plan that didn't involve me dying!"
"Yes but now that plan needs to involve you rewiring a magic bridge!" Freyja argued.
"We could do it." Loki told her. "I understand the Bifrost's mechanics. If we worked fast, we could tie them together."
Freyja shook her head. She rubbed her hand over her face. "This won't work."
"Always such a downer." I bumped her arm. "You believe in me."
Freyja rolled her eyes. "Shut up. No I don't."
"Yes you do." I teased. Turning to Loki, I smiled. "Let's get to it?"
Loki nodded. Together, we went to the center of the Observatory.
"Freyja! Collect his sword!" Loki ordered.
Freyja huffed, but did so without complaint. "It's frozen solid."
"Pick at it!" I ordered.
There was no time to fail. We needed this to work. The Jötunns needed their land back. Loki needed to stay above, to not fall. This needed to work.
I don't know what I'll do if it doesn't.
==L==
AN: So Loki's out and I am losing my mind because Morgan can have so much fun there because time travel is her thing and timelines are her thing and the TVA will hate her so much and Loki will be ahhhhh!
I wrote this in a panic before Episode 4. Loki is bi. Loki is bi, I've been screaming for a week about it. As a member of the community, it feels really good to have that kind of confirmation about my favorite comfort character.
Happy Pride, everybody!
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