Loki was not sure where he and the female Variant had landed immediately after he had managed to wrestle her device from her, but upon closer examination of their environment, he was sure he could at least guess.

The sound of voices and car horns were coming from outside the dark room they were in and summoning up some lights, green of course, he took note that the two of them were in what looked to be a mostly empty room, just a few boxes and tarps, what looked at first to be a figure in the corner that turned out to be a mannequin. He turned his head to look towards the ceiling but didn't get much time to look it over before feeling a foot hit his face and he yelled, lashing out to hit her in return. "Excuse you!"

"Give me the Tempad!" she yelled and the two fought for a time, hands, feet, knees, all sorts of violence; at one point Loki had to avoid her trying to grab hold of him and ended up using his duplication ability to slip out of her way and he grabbed for her little device, quickly getting to his feet.

She did the same and they stood there, staring, lit by the glow of multiple green tinted firefly-like lights in the air, and neither spoke. Loki held the Tempad in his hands. She stood stock still, waiting for him to move. One of them twitched and suddenly Loki was running from her, out of a door off to the side that led him onto a busy sidewalk. The sky was blazingly blue and a man stumbled into Loki, growling about weirdoes getting in his way before moving on; all about were people, cars, buildings, humans living their lives. It took him a moment, froze in place as he was, to recognize the skyline he could just barely make out over the heights of buildings around them. For him it had only been a few days, maybe a week, since the battle that ultimately led to him landing in the TVA's custody, but there was a distinct difference in the city now that made him question what year it was. Especially as he looked towards where Stark Tower should be and saw it, with some changes. He could make out an large blue A in a circle on the side and he wondered what that was all about.

"YOU!" Whoops, no time for reflection he supposed; he turned around to see the female Variant had followed after him and quickly he took to running again, trying to get away from her as fast and effectively as he could. As he did he took a better look at the device in his hands.

It was definitely a Tempad just like the ones used by the TVA; he had seen the Hunters and Mobius using them, hell he'd used one to mess with that one woman using his Time Collar. In many ways it seemed exactly like those ones but as he tried to operate it, see if he could open another time door, it beeped and whirled and gave a warning that it was low on power. That certainly wasn't good and with a small Asgardian swear he disappeared it, hiding it elsewhere on him, before finally paying attention to what was before him.

Too late though; he knocked into a child and both fell backwards onto the ground. Loki grunted and glanced over the child, a girl likely no older than three, dressed in a dress in dark greens and golds that reminded him honestly a little of his own armor, before that blasted machine had disintegrated it; her black hair was tied up in twin pigtails and she pouted before pulling herself to her feet. She huffed and puffed and green eyes met green as she looked at him for a moment, looked confused, then Loki heard the female Variant yelling at him again and the child grabbed his hand before trying to drag him somewhere. He was confused, extremely confused, but in the heat of the moment he allowed it and found himself dragged up some stairs into a generic looking brownstone home, alongside multiple other generic brownstone houses, and through a door. He looked around as she yelled. "DADDY! Daaaaaaaddyyyyyy!"

There were toys by the door in the hallway, neatly put away in boxes and cubbies; beside them were shoes, both big and small, and a table that had mail sitting on it. An open entryway led to a spacious living room to his right, furnished rather tastefully with some couches, some nice rugs, multiple shelves filled what seemed to the brim with books and a television set that was currently off. Frames hang on the walls but the light from outside set glare on their glass, obscuring the pictures within them. It was a home, it had the sense of a home but also something else; Loki could taste it in the air, something familiar, something that drew his attention. He'd realized it as they walked through the front door and knew it to be magic but more than that he felt like he recognized the magic somehow, that it was very familiar.

"Astrid, is something wrong?" Then he heard the voice and froze. He knew that voice, he knew it very well, and as a figure walked down the stairs, having come it seemed straight out of the shower and currently trying to dry long wavy black hair with a towel, only dressed in pants, he found himself both surprised and not surprised to be face to face...with his face.

Another Variant. It was another Variant. The child let go of Loki's hand and rushed at the newcomer Loki, pointing towards the one she had apparently brought home and the Variant lifted his head, glancing over him before frowning. "Oh, I see."

"Look, Daddy, it's another you!" she said excitedly and she reached out to him, almost immediately picked up; he had his towel wrapped his shoulders now, still wet hair lightly sticking to what Loki always thought of as a stunningly handsome face. But there was no surprise on his face, as if this was normal, as if this Loki was just used to it.

The Variant turned his gaze to the child and gave a smile before brushing back her hair from her face, "Yes I see that, little star, good job catching me."

"Daddy is prettier though," the child insisted and Loki was taken a bit back, though his copy seemed to think that was amusing and smirked before kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, little star. But you are certainly the prettiest here, as charming as Freyja herself."

"Oh, what about Grandma? Am I as pretty as Grandma?"

"Certainly, my little love."

"What," Loki asked slowly, staring at the surreal sight before him, "Is going on here?"

"Where are you you annoying twerp?!" The door opened and the female Variant seemed to be on the doorstep; the child squeaked and clung to the male Variant who raised an eyebrow and turned to Loki with some confusion.

"I guess we've been called worse things," he said and Loki facepalmed, wondering what Gods he offended to be stuck in a situation as weird as this. Because he was going to find those gods and make their existence a living hell for this.

"Daddy," the child whined and the Variant rubbed her back.

"It's fine, little star; she won't be able to get in." Loki only wondered what he meant for a few seconds. The blonde tried to cross the threshold but there was a crackle of energy and a filmy green barrier appeared in the door before blasting her back, down the stairs and away. Loki blinked and made his way back over, seeing her slightly smoking and laying on the sidewalk; he reached out but got no response from whatever had blasted her.

He turned to look at his other twin who continued to smirk. "There's a protective barrier around our home; Astrid brought you in so you're considered welcome in the house but that Loki certainly isn't."

"You know she's a Loki too?"

"I mean yeah, she has the horns." Loki thought for a moment but could not argue that was an acceptable way to tell "Loki" from "Non-Loki".

"So...when am I? And what are you doing here? And who's the kid?"

"Do you really want to discuss all that while your 'friend' is outside?" As the male Variant said that the female had gotten up and stood there on the doormat, which upon closer inspection Loki realized literally said the God of Mischief lived there. She was glaring as if this would set the door, house, Loki, something on fire but it didn't seem to be working; Loki himself was wondering how such an angry woman could be him.

"If she is my friend, then she is yours as well. Besides what do you suggest we do about her?"

"She's your problem, not mine," the Variant said then set the child down, "She won't break my barrier so she's no danger to Astrid or myself and that's all I care about. Deal with her, then we can discuss the important stuff."

"Right," Loki said and muttered an Asgardian curse under his breath; it seemed as if everything involving the rogue Variant currently on the doorstep was always "his" problem. Why did he allow himself to get dragged into this? Why had he followed her through the time door? Honestly in the moment, walking over to the door and stopping so he was face to face with his female counterpart, he found his mind rushing over a bunch of information all at once.

Since his capture things had been hectic, and it seemed it only got more hectic and more chaotic with each new development. He was a Variant, he was going to be erased from existence, he was shown the future, the one the "Sacred Timeline" dictated was supposed to be what would happen to him. He was made a "consultant", he was dragged into helping Agent Mobius, he was thrown about and fought and struggled which was all nothing new and yet...and yet...Things were madness incarnate for him right now and standing there, looking at the other Variant, the one the TVA thought was so dangerous and who had tricked, defeated, killed and stole from them so many times, he wondered if his choice in trying to stop her meeting the Time Keepers had been right or another branching of madness. Even if his reason had only been to keep her from getting to them first.

"Give me the Tempad," she demanded in a low voice, hand out, centimeters from the doorway itself. Yet still magical energy crackled and spat at her fingers.

"Are you going to calm down and be civil with me, Loki to Loki?" he asked giving her what he liked to think was his most charming smile.

She seemed unmoved. "You ruined my plans, plans I had been working on for years; you don't even understand everything I have had to do to get this far. Decades and you destroy all of my hard work in the matter of seconds, and for what?"

"If your plan is really so easily defeated, is it really good enough to be worth it?"

"Like you can talk. New York doesn't seem to be conquered or damaged anymore; no proof you were even here." That made him twitch some and she straightened up, seeming at least a little content with what she had done. "Face it, the only failure here is you."

"That's awfully rude to say to the person holding your Tempad."

"Give it to me, Loki."

"Hmmm I think not, Loki."

"Ugh! Do not call me Loki!"

"A Loki who doesn't want to be called Loki I see; why not? We're Loki, the God of Mischief, why not flaunt it."

There was a fire in her eyes that he didn't quite understand. "I do not like being called Loki so stop it."

"What's your name, miss?" Loki had almost forgotten about the other him and the child but the latter popped up beside him, quite literally appearing out of nowhere, and she looked at the female Loki with wide innocent eyes.

Loki was a bit uncertain what to do in this situation but it seemed the female counterpart more so; she furrowed her brow then opened her mouth a few times before clearing her throat and speaking neutrally. "Sylvie. My name is Sylvie."

"Alright then, Sylvie," the child said and smiled brightly before offering her hand, "Wanna come inside? But only if you promise to be nice and not cause any trouble; otherwise Daddy will be upset and I don't like when he's upset."

Sylvie looked from the child to Loki, raising an eyebrow. He had no answers and from behind them there came an amused chuckle and he didn't need to turn around to know that the other Variant was laughing at them. Wonderful, just wonderful.

There seemed to be some hesitation but the female Variant took the little one's hand eventually and Loki watched as the barrier faded away, allowing Sylvie to cross the threshold into the house. The child beamed and pulled her over to where the other Variant was, leaning against the stair bannister with a t-shirt on and dry hair. He grinned and ruffled the child's hair before speaking, "I guess now that that's dealt with I can answer your questions. It is only polite after all."

"Yes, daddy, you need to be polite; Asgardian royalty must always be polite." Being chided he chuckled more and nodded his agreement.

"You are in New York City circa 2013, one year after the Battle of New York; the Avengers won, built the Tower, and yours truly have been living here pretty peacefully for the last year despite some logistical nightmares and annoyances involving SHIELD primarily. I am of course Loki Odinson, who attacked New York, but I find myself living in Midgard and helping the Avengers as I please, mostly because they didn't advocate for my execution or permanent imprisonment. Since Sylvie seems content being Sylvie, and you my dear self are the type to not like to share your name, you may call me Luka."

"You call yourself Odinson," Loki said and Sylvie looked at him.

"You really are a short-sighted twit."

He frowned, taken aback by her quick insult. "I like to believe that I am quite farsighted actually. Why do you have to keep insulting me?"

"Because you keep being an idiot!" She lunged at him and he prepared to stop her but she didn't get very far. Suddenly she was floating and her eyes widened, seeming surprised by the magic but Loki turned to Luka and he was just nonchalantly swirling his hand in the air, making Sylvie spin slowly.

The child giggled as she watched this and clapped her hands before turning to him, reaching up. "Let me try! Let me try!"

"Let me down!" Sylvie exclaimed and flailed, grabbing hold of Loki in the process and causing him to be dragged about.

"By the All-father, let go of me!"

"Let me try!"

"Let me down!"

"Let me go!"

"One of you is three and thus can be forgiven; the other two of you, stop acting like toddlers."

Loki found himself floating too and Luka turned to the little one who was laughing and seemed to be spinning him even faster than Sylvie. It was making him nauseous and it lasted for a few minutes until both were dropped and Luka, shaking his head, stepped forward. "Alright then, next question, well, I'll allow her to introduce herself. Little one."

The child beamed and stepped forward before giving a curtsy; it was well practiced obviously and she bowed her head with the best elegance a toddler could have. "Greetings, my name is Astrid Lokisdottir, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Her diction was slow and precise, and she smiled up at them. There was silence and Luka raised an eyebrow at them, both seeming to be waiting. Loki lay on the ground, trying to gather himself; he supposed if he could show some tiny bit of weakness, then he could do so when only around himself, and what seemed to be a three year old. Whose last name was Lokisdottir and who kept calling that other version of him "Daddy".

"So...she's your, our daughter?" Loki asked once he was able to get his head and stomach to stop spinning.

"Oh god, one of you has gone domestic," Sylvie said pulling herself up and sighing.

"Not our, I'm Daddy's daughter!" Astrid said with a huff and looked up at the other Loki who patted her head.

"In terms of blood, she would be the daughter of Loki and thus the daughter of all three of us, since we're all Loki," Luka said, "But unfortunately for you she likes me best and I'm not especially interested in sharing the parental position," he then turned to her, "Astrid, what do you think?"

"We can keep them," she said and ran over to Loki, grabbing his hand, "This one looks just like Daddy, just not as pretty, sooooo he can be Uncle! And she's very pretty, and her helmet reminds me of yours though yours isn't broken, so can she be Big Sister?"

"Hmmm I don't think so, little star; that would have to make her my daughter too. How about Auntie?"

Astrid's eyes widened and she squeezed Loki's hand. "Just like Auntie Natasha!"

Loki's head started to hurt and he rubbed his forehead. "Wait, she wouldn't mean the Black Widow would she?"

"Of course," Luka said and she started tugging on Loki, drawing his attention to her again.

"Uncle, let me show you all my toys! Oh, Auntie, you come too!"

"Don't call me that," Sylvie snapped then immediately looked bad about it, "Sylvie works just fine."

"Okay Sylvie~"

Loki frowned then turned to Luka who was watching all this with a smirk on his face. "You have explaining to do, Loki."

"But Astrid wishes to play with you, 'Uncle'; would you really deny her just because you're curious?"

He started to speak but the child, stronger than she looked, dragged him along and he didn't get much out other than "I" before she pulled him towards a toybox in the living room. Sylvie watched them for a moment then turned to Luka, frowning.

"We are not staying," she stated.

"For someone who doesn't wish to be considered to be me, you certainly lie like me."

This made her frown again and Astrid called out to her, causing the female Loki to bite her lip before turning and following over to where the Loki she came with and the tiny girl were. Luka watched them all, silent, unmoving, then smirked to himself, a knowing mysterious smile; he chuckled, lightly, under his breath and headed back upstairs.

"Well isn't this a turn of events; I'll have to report this to Stark and the others. Tomorrow maybe, or next week, I'm sure Fury's head will explode when he hears about this though."