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Hello Love,
I am currently on Lamentis 1, about 12 hours way from when the planet collides with the moon I am currently sat on. I am on a train with an idiot called Loki. Yes, yes, I know we are the same, but we are so very much not alike. But we are. Frustratingly so: we are stubborn, rude, annoying (even I can admit that I am perhaps sometimes, occasionally, annoying), and most importantly: full of hijinks.
Every step of my plan I think that I am ahead of him, he pisses me off and I fall of the wagon with anger, and I am back on the floor again. Kicking and screaming like a child. Love, how do you put up with a Loki? I don’t like them much. Loki has returned now, he is reading this letter over my shoulder and commenting that I made a grammatical error. If I killed him with my bare hands, would you still love me? Oh whoops, Loki goes by they/them I shall adjust accordingly now. I have apologised, I promise.
Maybe I don’t hate them so much, they have done nothing too bad so far. Well except picking Lamentis 1 for the TemPad’s location. Even then! It was their first time using the device so I should really only be glad that they got us out of the TVA before their sticks dusted us like Thanos, but with more glowing glitter.
Loki is drinking more champagne now, they will be drunk at this rate by the time we get into the city. I have told them off, we are to focus. They just snapped that they can use magic to sober up, and as much as I want to believe them – they and I are Loki’s. And we lie like it is our second nature.
Love, how do you know when I am lying, and when I am not? I am asking you these questions as if I will ever get a response, I am sorry to say – but I will not survive this mission. (Loki just told me to “have faith in us” … ) I am sorry to admit, but I fear that I may have run out of time, and finally I might be nearing the end of it all, stuck on Lamentis 1 with a Loki who won’t shut up. They have gone to the bar now, I shoo-ed them away so I can focus on you love, they are asking for a certain type of wine that I have never heard of.
In the last letter you sent, Love, you asked if I wanted the power, or if it was just pride fuelling me. I have to say, the idea of ruling the TVA would be a funny turn of events, but no – it was the pride, the knowledge that I was able to overthrow them all. Little old me. But now that all is a silly little notion, something stupid to hide the fact that I don’t have a home, purpose, or any idea of what I would do if I was not doing this stupid revenge mission.
I suppose that is not true, I am being dramatic. I have you, and our little corner of the world that is my haven. My love, I miss you. Not to be even more dramatic, but when I die – I hope I get a ‘your best moments’ reel like the humans talk about. I hope it is full of our adventures. Maybe this (even more drunk) Loki can be there too? We have had an entertaining time so far, despite or because of everything going on.
They opened up earlier, about their Elske, Mobius. By the gods they are old-fashioned, they still call them Elske’s for Odin’s sake. Their soulmate is one of the agents who have been hunting me, and who found them. A little messed up if you ask me, but they seem to be into some weird things – so maybe it is perfect for them. Pity that they fucked up with the TemPad, and they will never see them again.
Or maybe, just maybe, because (and I’m thinking as I write here love so bear with me) because of their soulmate we can be saved. Mobius (their soulmate and the TVA agent) will probably stop at nothing to find Loki (and subsequentially me). Loki didn’t say that the agent knew, but they will still have the pull? Right? You did, didn’t you love.
Well - I did at least, I almost went crazy when I left you and I thought I had left you forever. But then fate comes into it all, and we ended up meeting again, and again (maybe not so accidentally after the first few times I confess). Love, do you remember the first night we had together, I know I shouldn’t reminisce, but since I am nearing the end … can you offer me that luxury.
In case you were wondering, Loki is now arm-wrestling some people at the bar, but I don’t really care as long as they are leaving me alone. I want to see you again, maybe if I send this quick enough you can find me? But then you would die too with me, and I don’t think I want to see my accident do that to you. I am sorry but I am way to selfish.
That is one of the things that doesn’t make sense to me, a soulmate should be able to live a long happy life even if their soulmate dies. They should carry on and be happy, live more for the both of them. Not be sucked into oblivion just because someone went to the wrong event on their revenge plan through time and space to fight some lizards in high chairs.
Loki and Mobius won’t have this problem, they haven’t made their vows, Mobius isn’t tied into it all. So, Loki will feel all the pain when they die, their heart will want to give out way before the physical pain gets too bad. Poor Loki, maybe I should be nicer to them? Nope, they just made a huge noise and now people are looking at them. They have some very advanced magic, they can shapeshift their body to do what they want. It was rather cool to watch.
Anyway, that is the update on my life as it stands. I will write to you again if anything else develops, but I just wanted to say – I Love You. I really really do.
Oh and my Love, you are the best treasure I ever found on my journey fighting the TVA. I will see you soon, either because I survive, or I will see you on the other side of Oblivion.
All my love, always, Sylvie - your enchantress.