You and Loki had been partners at the TVA, working closely with Mobius to track down dangerous variants and restore order to the timelines. You’d fought side by side on countless missions, trusting each other implicitly. On this mission, you, Loki, and Mobius cornered a cunning variant in an alley. But just as Loki moved in, the variant turned to you, placing two fingertips against your temples. Your eyes changed instantly from their natural color to a vibrant, unnatural green (or a different shade if they were already green). A strange, detached expression crossed your face, and you froze as if under a spell.

Loki acted fast, capturing the variant, and Mobius pruned the timeline. As they transported you back to the TVA, Loki couldn’t shake an unsettling feeling. Something was wrong. He looked over and found you standing quietly, but there was a dullness in your gaze, a stillness in your usually vibrant expression. The green in your eyes hadn’t faded, and the warmth, the spark that made you you, seemed missing.

“Are you alright?” Loki asked, his voice soft but edged with worry. You looked at him, but your response felt hollow, almost robotic. It was like staring into the eyes of a stranger who only vaguely resembled his partner. He tried to shake it off, thinking maybe you were just shaken from the mission, but each passing second only confirmed his dread.