I am trying something a little different. The reader has a name in this story. I hope that you enjoy the little twist. And if you do, there will be a part two. Also, in this imagine, Loki and Sylvie haven't kissed, because......well because Loki is ours.🥰 Hope that you all enjoy.😄

Sylvie walked through the time portal. Her eyes growing wide as she looked around the room. She knew this place. She was sure that she knew this place.

"Loki? Where have you been. Mother and Father are calling for us. Will you hurry up and get ready? Please." A voice called out. Sylvie turning to see a face that she hadn't seen since she had been taken by the TVA all those years ago.

"S-s-sister? Is.....is that you?" Sylvie asked, as she continued to stare in disbelief. The goddess before her, older than the last time that she had seen her, by many tears. Yet she could not deny that she looked any less like the next ruled of Asgard than she had as a child.

"Well, who else is it going to be? Are you feeling quite alright? This isn't another one of tricks is it. Because if it is, I am not in the mood. The throne room is full to bursting. And father has been grumbling. He told me to come and find you. The festivities are already underway. You should have been dressed hours ago." The strongly built, finely dressed dark haired woman replied. Crossing her arms and staring at Sylvie.

"I.......I........I'll get right to it." Sylvie managed to reply, before throwing herself into her confused sister's arms and holding her tight.

"It is so good to see you again. I thought I had lost you forever." Sylvie continued softly. The dark haired goddess managing to finally wrestle herself from her sister's grasp.

"Loki, what are you talking about? You saw me at breakfast. I have only been with Lord Sif, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg. We were out riding. I have been gone but a few hours. Are you feeling quite yourself? Even for you, you are acting strangely." The goddess enquired, as she placed the back of her hand on Sylvie's forehead.

"I'm fine, sister. I just. I just............." Sylvie began to try and explain, her words stopped as Loki came racing through the portal. Almost falling on his face as he crashed into the elaborate furniture that littered the room. The God of Mischief looking up to see the face of not only Sylvie, but of an exquisite dark haired woman, dressed in the finest Asgardian armour, looking down at him. His eyes growing wide as suddenly Mjolnir came flying through the air. Only stopping as it came to rest in the beauteous maiden's hand. Electricity sparking and cracking as she raised the mighty hammer.

"THOR! NO!" Sylvie called out, as she moved to stand in front of her sister. Loki finding himself lost for words, for, what he was sure, was the first time in his life. The goddess looking angrily between her sister and the prone man.

"What is this, Loki? I have had enough of your games. I want you to tell me what is going on, and who this man is. And how he has just appeared." Thor growled, as she placed Mjolnir on the still prone Loki's chest. The Frost Giant groaning as he found himself in this all too familiar position once again.

"You won't believe me, Thor. Even if it is all true, you won't believe me." Sylvie tried to explain, as she began to pace the room. Her steps stopped as her arm was caught by Thor's hand.

"I am your sister, Loki. And no matter what, I will always love you. I promise that I will believe you." Thor told her. Sylvie sighing heavily, as she nodded slowly. The two women sitting quietly.

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Sylvie watched as her sister looked out over Asgard. The great home of the gods glinting majestically in the dying light of the old day. She had explained everything to her sister. About the TVA. About her life. About the man lying on the floor. Now all she had to do was wait for her sister's reply.

Slowly, Thor made her way over to the dark haired man on the floor. The goddess removing her hammer and offering Loki her hand.

"We will discuss this further, later, Loki. As long as this Loki means no harm to our mother's kingdom, then he should join us at the festivities. We have kept our parents waiting long enough as it is. Get dressed, both of you. I will meet you outside." Thor told the pair. Sylvie and Loki watching as the strong graceful goddess left the room.

"Do you think that she believed you?" Loki asked as he turned his attention to Sylvie. Sylvie unable to do little more than shrug in reply. Loki still unable to believe that his brother could prove to be such a beautiful goddess in this universe.

"I haven't seen my sister since I was a child, so I can't say. But given that she let you up, I would suggest that she does. Thor was never a fool. She was the only one that was never taken in by my tricks. The only one that ever trusted me. Before I was taken, we were so close. I looked up to her. Thought that she was what all others should aspire to be like." Sylvie replied, as with a movement of their hands, she and Loki were ready to leave the room.

"What I don't understand, is how there was another Loki here? I was taken. I shouldn't have existed here any longer. And what's more, where is this Loki now." Sylvie added, as the pair made their way to the door. The two walking out of the room to find that indeed the goddess of thunder was waiting for them.

"Good." Thor said, as she looked the duo up and down. Making her way over to where Loki was watching her intently.

"You will remain by my side for the entire evening. If you try anything, I can assure you, that you will regret it. I do not trust you yet....... Loki. Even though my sister vouched for you, I am not going to let you out of my sight. And don't think that your tricks will work on me." Thor told him, as she took Loki and Sylvie's arms. The three making their way through the magnificent halls to the throne room. The doors being opened by two guards, that bowed respectfully as the two princesses and their mystery guest made their way into the room. The chatter of the crowd dying down as the trio made there way over to the throne. Loki looking up to see that it wasn't Odin that sat on Hlidskjalf. But Frigga. Huginn and Muninn glaring down menacingly from the back of the throne, as they eyed the dark haired stranger that stood by the Princess Thor's side. The Allmother choosing to ignore their cawing, as she looked kindly down at her children.

"Thor, Loki. Where have you two been?" Odin huffed. The old god grumbling under his breath as his wife quieted him.

"It does not matter where they have been. Our children are here now. And have brought a guest. Tell me, what is your name?" Frigga asked as she looked down at Loki. He, Sylvie and Thor not knowing what to say as the Allmother waited for a reply. But whatever it was, they knew that it had to be good.