He is siting there, in silence. Everything is silence. Everything is, yet nothing is at all. Nothing moves, nothing changes, yet everything breaths, everything beats, everything lives. It is dark, utterly dark, except where the green energy surges in a blinding light, sometimes clear, sometimes mudded. There is this vast emptiness that has no end, the suffocating abundance of branches that overcrowd the place that is, but still isn't there. Countless, infinitive lives exist somewhere, yet he is alone here surrounded by all of them. His hands are clutching on the branches, the veins of life, holding together reality in an eternal lasting grip, chaos incarnate keeping chaos at bay. There is no room for movement, there is no strength for it, and soon his body may even forget how it was to walk in circles or stretch its arms to the skies. This throne is his everlasting seat, put together from pieces broken just like the crown he wears heavy weighting on his head. His realm is everywhere, yet nowhere at all.
Most of all, its lonely.
The first time she appears he thinks its some kind of dream, a false illusion, conjured up by his mind out of wishful thinking. It would have been easy to loose the grip on reality when one is surrounded by countless of them. Yet she is there, but not fully there, not physically at least, appearing through her enchantments making.
"Well, hi! So… just wanted to say we are all doing fine. Yeah, thats it…" is all she says the first time before disappearing in green mist again. It is all so short, so very short, but it fils him with new strength and he holds on. She would appear again, and again, without any clear pattern, yet always when the weight seemed too heavy to bear, always lifting some of it with chatter that may have looked idle but meant the world. He never replies, he never speaks. Bound and shackeled by eternity he is unable to make any response, to make any words leave his lips. Only with his eyes he tries to bring across what her fleeting visits mean to him, that he does hear and see her, that he does find reposte in her presence.
"Me again. Guys at the TVA are still fine, Mobius took a little break. I'm still working at that fast-food restaurant, saving up for a little road trip, wanna see the country, you know… experience it the human way. Earth is quite cool."
She tells him about the places she sees, the music she listens to, the food she enjoys, the people she meets. He knows all that already, he sees everything, hears everything, yet its different when it comes from her mouth, a bigger comfort.
It becomes a routine, a routine of unpredictable moments in which she may appear to him who is always looking and holding into all that was, is and will be. Always watching, never interfering. She will chat, she will talk, sometimes she will look him in the eyes, her own reflecting centuries of existence but in those moments she will not speak. Only once she does.
"I miss you. I- I should have walked out of that blasted door with you, I actually went to open it, but then… I was just frozen. I was scared, okay?" Comes out of her mouth like a storm that had been raging and had been contained for far too long, the words hasty and quickly over her lips, lest something might hold them back again. Suddenly, she does something she hadn't done until now, her feet slowly moving her forwards, bringing her up the stairs, closer to him. He still doesn't move, but she is so close now, leaning down to his face, that he can see her eyes clear and deep and full of tears she fights not to shed. They may have stayed like this a whole eternity, time bearing no meaning in this place removed into infinity, their eyes locked into a gaze of reflection and realisation, a mirror of separate pieces forming one. An eternity is everything here, an eternity is everything he feels as her lips find his. Its a touch gentle yet strong, filled with every contradiction she is, they both are, the union of chaos that brightens life into existence.
"You are not alone. You never will be" stays like a whisper in the air as her form dissolves, he still unmoving, his soul though soaring, his heart stronger beating.
And so, he stays there, at the end of time, where everything is silence, where there is nothing, yet everything is.
A.N. Because the s2 ending freaking broke me.
Nothing else to add.
(exept that the season and that ending were glorious!)
Also, this was slightly inspired by two things. Firstly, Sylvie saying "I need to get out there" after he steps out on the bridge but the doors not opening for her. Secondly, Loki being "shackeled" away for eternity reminds very much of an event in Norse mythology where he was bound away as well (due to different circumstances of course) while his wife Sigyn decided to stay by his side while holding a bowl over his head as to collect the burning poison thats dripping from the ceiling of the cave on him, with it easing his pain.