When Loki stepped out again, the year on a Midgardian calendar was 2021.
2021–2021. Short. Impossible. Perfect. Loki -2021-2021
He was Loki. God of Stories. And he had lived an entire lifetime in twelve months. When Loki stepped out again, the year on
Thor shrugged. “I’ve seen worse. I’ve seen 2021.” When Loki stepped out again
December 31, 2021. Midnight. Loki sat alone on the roof of the apartment building in the dying branch. Fireworks erupted across a dozen timelines at once, visible only to him. He raised a glass of champagne that didn’t exist—a phantom glass, a trick of light.