We'll Figure It Out Together (Post-s2 Lokius)

                                    

                                          
He resisted for a while. 
He had every opportunity to find the life that was stolen from him. Be it Sylvie's enchantment or a field trip to the Sacred Timeline, if he'd wanted to know, he would have. 
But he wasn't ready. 
He wasn't ready to know what he'd lost. He wasn't ready to know what was stolen from him. He had the TVA, and that was all he needed, all he wanted. His old life, his Variant's life, it didn't matter. He's from the TVA. That's all he's ever known. That's all he wanted to know. He wasn't ready to see what else was out there. 
He's ready now. 
And it's as beautiful and as painful as he'd known it would be. 
He had a family. He can see them from here: two sons; two little boys that he loved more than anything. He doesn't know what hurts more: to know that his sons are gone, disintegrated by the TVA, or the fact that he can't remember the kids he can only imagine were the most important people in his life. 
And it's not his life anymore. He knows that. It hasn't been his life for a long time. But it was, even if he can't remember it. This is the life he gave up. This is the life he didn't know was stolen from him. 
He can't see her, can't hear her, but he knows she's there. He doesn't know how or why, but he knows that Sylvie's here, and for some reason, it makes him feel a little bit better. This isn't going to last. He knows that. He's sure she does, too. Loki was the glue that held them together, after all, and he's gone. But, at least for right now, he's not alone, and he appreciates that. 
She's silent at first, and he's silent, too. He has nothing to say. He has a lot to say, really, but he has nothing to say. It's funny how that works. 
"The yard could do with a little work," Sylvie remarks. 
Mobius huffs. He can see that. It's too short, he thinks, is the problem. It needs the chance to grow. It needs the chance to blossom. It could become something beautiful, if it only had a little more time. 
If he only had a little more time...
"No," he says finally, "it's great." What they have is great. Maybe it could be better. Maybe, if it had the time, if it took the time, it could be something better, but it's great. "Christ, it's the best house on the block." Even if it could be something more, what it is now, it's still beautiful. No matter what happens, it's always going to be beautiful.  
He looks over at her, and the slight smile on her face... well, it doesn't make him feel better. It would take a lot more than that to make him feel better. But it's nice to see nonetheless. She deserves to be happy. After all the shit she's been through, she's earned this. He just wishes it didn't come at Loki's expense. He's sure she feels the same way. 
Still, all he says is, "Never look, never know." He shrugs, and he wonders if it looks as tense as it feels. 
Sylvie gives him a smile for that. 
And then it's quiet. 
They both look back out at the house. Don and the kids are still out and about, playing around and laughing and being all-around adorable. He's not sure how much more of this he can take. He's not sure he can bring himself to look away, either. 
Sylvie looks over at him again. "It's weird that Loki's not here, isn't it?"
Weird. 
It's weird that he's not here. 
He supposes she's not wrong. It is weird. Loki was never supposed to leave. He was supposed to be the one constant throughout all of this. Mobius's life as he knew it was falling apart, but he had Loki to help him through it. He's supposed to have Loki to help him through it.