‘But as the days wore on in the TVA, blending together as they did, Loki realized that what they missed was magic.
And the freedom that came with it’
I mean… it’s probably no surprise that I’ve been absorbing large amounts of Loki fanfiction as if I can somehow merge them with my DNA.
(Which… I feel like there’s probs a fic out there somewhere that’s based on just that scenario, but I’m too scared to look. Because I’ll find it. 😅)
But if you’re new around here: I’m Marvel trash, btw.
And of the many specific types of Marvel trash that I am – being part of Loki’s Army is right up there.