Loki

- Trusting this man is not a good idea. - I can handle him.

The TVA has pruned a lotta these guys, and no two are alike.

You're all Variants!

The Time-Keepers didn't create you. They kidnapped you from the timeline.

The nexus event you caused,

whatever that connection is, can bring this whole place down.

Fine. You want the truth?

I'm trying to protect you.

Friendship like ours is uncommon.

You know where I'd go if I could go anywhere?

Wherever it is I'm really from.

Yeah, wherever I had a life before the TVA came along.

Prune him.

The Time-Keepers took your lives from you.

You're Variants.

We're the same.

Mindless androids.

Then who created the TVA?

Sylvie, I have to tell you something.

You're gonna tell me everything.

What is this place? Where are we? Who are you?

This is The Void. That's Alioth. And we're his lunch. Come on!

Give me your TemPad.

- Who's really behind the TVA? - I'm as in the dark as you are.

Poor Judge Renslayer. Your whole reality's been destroyed.

Tell me, how does it feel to be on the other side of it?

This is it, isn't it?

This is where you dragged me after you stole my life.

- A fitting place, then, to take yours. - And what if I said Loki wasn't dead?

Not yet, anyway.

- I'd say you were lying. - Maybe.

- Or maybe we want the same thing. - How is he still alive?

And how will saving him get us closer to who's really behind the TVA?

It's complicated.

- I'm telling you this willingly. - Why?

Because I wanna know who's at the top of this.

I want to know who lied to me.

When we prune a branched reality,

it's impossible to destroy all of its matter.

So we move it to a place on the timeline where it won't continue growing.

Basically, the branched timeline isn't reset.

- It's transferred. - To where?

A void at the end of time.

Where every instance of existence collides at the same point

and simply stops.

Why?

I don't know.

The dogma states that the end of time is still being written,

that the Time-Keepers are transforming it into utopia.

That's nice. Super believable.

Whatever the real reason...

nothing ever comes back from there.

I can help you if you trust me.

I suggest we take a breather, so I can ask several thousand questions.

- Gotta keep moving so we don't die. - Okay, but what's your plan?

- Don't die. - Okay, but beyond that?

- Don't die. - That's not a plan.

It's a general demand of living. If you're Lokis, you should always have...

Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?

Look, it's been a very, very, very trying past few days.

Months? I don't even know how long it's been since New York.

All I know is, I got pruned and I woke up here,

and now I'm surrounded by Variants of myself, plus an alligator,

which sadly I didn't find all that strange.

And now we're running from God knows what to God knows where.

When I need to be trying to find a way back to the TVA.

Stop wailing or you will signal Alioth.

You mean the monster in the sky?

Thank you.

This is the place where the TVA dumps its rubbish,

everything they prune.

And Alioth,

he ensures none of it ever returns.

It's a living tempest that consumes matter and energy.

They send entire branched realities here that are devoured instant...

We're in a shark tank. Alioth is the shark.

Oh, there's no such thing as an alligator tank.

Besides, it's a better metaphor. He's overly sensitive like the rest of us.

Hang on,

- that thing's a Loki too? - Oh, yes.

Okay, fine. Willing to accept that. Why are there so many of you?

Because Lokis survive. That's just what we do.

- Great. So how do we escape? - We don't.

All of us were arrested by the TVA and pruned, just like you.

And just like you, we all stood around making bad plans that went nowhere.

But we could use a TemPad.

Oh, the one thing that could get us out of here, yes.

They're all over the place, right, guys?

Fine. What about causing a nexus event?

The TVA doesn't care what happens here.

- Surely there's something to do. - There is.

Survive. That's all there is. All there ever was.

We're done talking. Let's go.

Just do what you want.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Why do you wear the horns? You let a child command you.

You'll do well to respect the boy.

- This is his kingdom. Right.

What was your nexus event, Your Majesty?

I killed Thor.

So, why did you want to return to the TVA so badly, anyway?

You leave your glorious purpose there?

Something like that.

Miss Minutes, I need you to remote access

a series of restricted files from the archives.

Ooh, doggy! On what?

The beginning of time. The founding of the TVA.

Right away. - Wait.

- What about the end of time? - It's just a void.

What if The Void isn't the end? What if there's something beyond it?

Hiding in the shadow of apocalypses obscured me from the TVA

because I couldn't create a diverging branch there, right?

So if all of this is still being written, whatever happens is just a new timeline.

It would be impossible to start a nexus event there.

- You could be completely undetectable. - That's it.

- That's the only place they could be. - So how do we get past The Void?

It's impossible.

There's nothing for the TemPad to lock onto, no destination.

Then we go through it.

- That's suicide. - Then I guess my need for you has passed.

Wait. What about The Void spacecraft?

Yes, the prototype.

Great. I'll get the file.

It's a spaceship designed to withstand the temporal void.

It could take us to the end of time.

- Find Loki. - Find the man behind the curtain.

- And kill him. - Together.

Miss Minutes, where are the files on this time craft?

Still lookin', hon.

Nothing?

Hmm. Buried pretty deep.

It's highly restricted. I might not even have clearance.

Oh, no, I think you would. If it's real.

How long?

Any second now.

Go! Go! Go! Move it!

- You hurt? - I'm fine, but she took my TemPad.

Sylvie? Not thinking of going on the run, are you?

We know where you hide.

Sooner or later, we'll catch you.

It must be so exhausting.

I'll admit you had me fooled there for a minute.

Or did you get a little real?

Did Judge Renslayer really feel betrayed by her beloved TVA?

Why don't you come back out and we can talk about it?

Sure. Just tell everyone else to piss off and we can settle this between us.

Works for me.

What happened to finding the man behind the curtain?

Tell you what. You come out with your hands up

and I'll put you in a time loop.

Something not so bad.

You can live out your days in a good memory.

Do you have any good memories?

Just one, really.

- She self-pruned. - Good.

Then she's dead, too.

So, after I vanquished Captain America and Iron Man,

I claimed my prize, all six Infinity Stones.

That's alligator for growling and saying "liar" at the same time.

At least my nexus event wasn't eating the wrong neighbor's cat.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Hey, hey, hey.

- Tell them your story, Loki. - Me?

Nobody wants to hear about that.

I would, actually.

Um...

It's just I've been wondering, because I'm...

Well, we're supposed to die, right?

Thanos kills us after Ragnarok.

Thanos?

In my timeline,

everything proceeded correctly, my entire life,

until Thanos attacked our ship.

So, you didn't try to stab him?

Certainly not.

Take no offense, my friends,

but blades are worthless in the face of a Loki sorcery.

They stunt our magical potential.

- But they look awesome. Oh, yes.

Especially when they clatter to the ground just before your neck is snapped.

I cast a projection of myself so real, even the Mad Titan believed it.

Then hid as inanimate debris.

After I faked my death, I simply drifted in space.

Away from Thor, away from everything.

Thought about the universe and my place in it,

and it occurred to me that everywhere I went,

only pain followed.

So I removed myself from the equation,

landed on a remote planet and stayed there in isolation, in solitude

for a long, long time.

How did the TVA find you?

I got lonely.

To tell you the truth, I missed my brother,

and I wondered if he missed me, if anybody else did.

But as soon as I took my first steps to getting off the planet,

the TVA arrived.

Because we, my friends, have but one part to play,

the God of Outcasts.

Nothing more.

The God of Outcasts.

- I'm going. - Going where?