A/N: (tumblr won't let me copy the prompt >:( you'll hopefully get the gist) No plot, I just had to write this fic super quickly because I couldn't get the idea out of my head after I read it. Thank you so much for this prompt!

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Loki is holding the broken TemPad out before you. You and the short woman with blonde hair next to you, the other Loki, 'Sylvie', stare at it as it dissolves into nothing before your eyes.

There is a moment of shocked silence, broken only by the intermittent sound of meteors hitting the ground around you, and the rapidly receding noise of the train you'd just thrown yourselves from.

"Well, I did take quite the tumble." Loki defends himself with a shrug, as though he hasn't just potentially killed you all. He doesn't care. A further reminder that this isn't the old Loki. Your Loki.

"You asshole. You've killed us." Sylvie hisses, her voice shaking with rage. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and look up at the huge planet in the sky which is about to obliterate you. For the first time since you arrived here, panic, real panic, rises in your chest.

"Maybe we can fix it, okay? Um..." Loki says, looking around as though for inspiration. You look back at him with something like disgust. He meets your gaze and frowns.

"You're not a serious man." Sylvie snarls.

"You're right. I'm a god." Loki snaps back, his gaze moving to her instead. You take a small step back, your heartbeat suddenly very loud in your ears.

"You're a clown. You got drunk on the train." Sylvie retorts, gesturing at the now long-gone train.

"I'm hedonistic, that's what I do." Loki tells her. You don't hear her reply, you've turned and are walking quickly away.

It doesn't matter if you lose them; nothing matters anymore. Any one of you could be hit and killed by a meteor at any point, and if by some miracle you're not, you'll all be killed by the planet which is soon to become one with the moon that you're currently stood on.

You don't try and stop the scream of panic and rage which tears its way from your chest. The scream is accompanied by an unintentional burst of your magic from your hands; a sudden visible force which causes a small disturbance in the sand around you.

The noise you create is quickly taken by the wind which howls past you and whips your hair up around your head and face. A meteor hits the ground not forty feet away from you with an explosive whoomph, but you hardly even notice it.

Instead of walking until you get hit by a meteor or squashed by a planet, you choose to sit on a nearby rock, burying your head in your hands. This was not what you had planned to happen.

About thirty seconds pass, in which you fight to keep the hot tears which have risen to your eyes behind your tightly shut eyelids. Then you hear footsteps behind you, and someone sits down next to you.

"Did the, uh... scream make you feel better?" Loki asks you. You put the wall back up. Your mask back on. You can't let him see past it.

"Yes, it did," you say, lifting your head from your hands and looking directly at him. It almost hurts. "You should try it sometime."

Loki looks back at you for a second, taking in your probably red-rimmed eyes, and then looks back down at his hands.

"What now?"

For the first time, he sounds genuine. Not sarcastic, not trying to impress someone.

"I don't know. You broke the TemPad." you reply dully.

"Well..."

"And that planet is about to crash into us." you add, looking up at the sky. Loki follows your gaze.

"Mm." he says, noncommittally.

You can't even find it in you to be angry with him. He looks over to where Sylvie is still stood, trying to gather the remains the TemPad from the sand. Then he turns back to you.

"You didn't seriously think I'd let our only chance of my... our survival just break, did you?" he asks you quietly. You look at him quickly. There's a glimmer in his eye.

In his hands sits the Tempad, still out of charge, but fully functional and seemingly undamaged. He's holding it so that his body shields it from Sylvie's sight. Your mouth opens, and then closes again.

"How... why?" you finally manage, reaching out to touch the TemPad gingerly. It's real.

"She's willing to kill me to get her hands on this. I'd rather that didn't happen." Loki tells you, making it disappear again. You quickly remove your hand from over his, blinking hard. This time they're tears of relief.

"Look at me." he says. You do as he says, your mouth very dry all of a sudden.

"We're going to get out of here. Okay?"

You swallow hard. If there was ever a time to tell him, tell him everything, it's now: the apocalypse. But you can't tell him any of the things you want to say.

So instead you just attempt a smile and very quietly say: "Okay."