Thor is looking for his siblings.

Side note: the fact that he has multiple siblings is still very weird to him.

Another side note: the fact that one of his siblings was banished to Hel after parading about with their father as his executioner and partner-in-crime while they terrorized the Nine Realms is also very weird to him

He hates to admit it, but Mobius might have been right: this is a lot to drop on a person all at once. He really does think that he and his family have the right to know about the travesties approaching in their lives, but maybe they should have done this slower. They could have started with just the Dark Elves. They could have split up the knowledge of Hela's existence and the fact that he lets her and Surtur destroy Asgard into two separate days. And, as for Loki's death... Well, he's seen his brother die enough for one lifetime. Maybe they should have skipped that entirely.

But it's too late for that. He knows everything now – everything he doesn't want to know, and everything he'll never be able to forget. And though he's pleased to know that he and Jane may have a wonderful future ahead of them (and he's pleased to know how it ends so he knows what mistakes to avoid when he does finally go visit her), the rest of this knowledge does nothing but stress him out.

Does he just tell his siblings everything the same way he was told of it? He's just supposed to dump this all on them so soon after having it all dumped onto him? That seems rather unfair – but then, keeping any of this from them seems unfair, too. Everything about this seems unfair. Is this how Mobius felt, holding all this information with no clear instructions on whom he should share it with, or when or how? If it is, he does not envy his new friend at all.

The first place Thor goes to look for his siblings is their rooms. He starts with the Loki of his timeline – not really consciously; it's just the room he thinks of when he thinks of his brother – but there's no answer when he knocks, and the only light he can see beneath the door is that of the sun streaming in through open windows, so he suspects the room is empty. He'll have to find him somewhere else, it seems.

He checks the other Loki's room next. He doesn't tend to go to this part of the palace. They're guest rooms, really, and what use would a prince have for the palace guest rooms? But Loki, Sylvie, and Mobius are all staying here now, so he'll take a look. Of course, because nothing is ever easy, they're not in either of their rooms, but that's alright. He'll keep looking.

He clutches his papers as he walks, deep in thought. He could just go ask Heimdall where to find his siblings, he supposes. It would certainly be the easiest way to locate them. But Himinbjorg is so far away, and Thor's pestered Heimdall so much about Jane over the last year that he's started to feel weird going there when he doesn't have to.

So instead, he tries to guess where he might find his siblings. Mobius was looking for his Loki yesterday and they stumbled upon the other Loki in the library. Maybe he'll be lucky and find him there, too. He has always liked the library, after all. It wouldn't exactly be a shock.

So that's where he decides to look first. It's as strange today as it was the day before, walking into the library after so long. He was never its most frequent visitor, but after Loki's supposed death, he could hardly even bring himself to look at it. That pain is gone now – for the most part; the hurt he felt when Loki betrayed him still stings when he thinks too much about it, and he does miss the relationship they used to have; a relationship that's recovered remarkably, but still bears its fair share of scars – but the near-unfamiliarity of the library remains.

Loki's not sitting at the table he'd been at the day before, but as far as Thor's concerned, that's only mildly disappointing. His world's Loki has made it pretty clear that socialization is not his favorite pastime. Sitting in the same spot as yesterday would be too close to inviting Mobius to talk to him again, and he suspects that that's the last thing he wants.

So he wanders the library to search for him, though he's not sure he expects to see him here. Even if he is in the library, he wouldn't be too surprised if Loki knows some secret hiding spots that even the librarians haven't heard of before. But he still wants to look. If there's a chance he'll find his brother here, he has to try – and if Loki is hiding somewhere around here, he'd like him to see that Thor's making the effort to find him. Mobius had said that he was feeling rather lonely here. The least Thor can do is put some effort into searching for him.

Unfortunately, he doesn't find his Loki in the library.

He does, however, find TVA Loki and Sylvie hiding in the back corner of the library, the latter holding her hand out in front of her as a flower sprouts from it. They're oblivious to his presence, their attention focused wholly on her flower, and Thor leans against the bookshelf, a slight smile on his face while he watches them.

Loki says something to her, too quietly for Thor to hear, but he can see the soft smile it elicits from Sylvie. She looks up at him, their faces so, so close together that Thor almost expects them to kiss right here and now.

Sylvie speaks next, and they both turn their gaze back to the flower sprouting from her palm. Loki cups his hand beneath hers, and, with a faint green glow, the flower begins to grow, taller and fuller than it was before.

Thor finally decides – rather reluctantly – that it's about time to interrupt. It's either say his piece now, or stand here and watch them make heart eyes at each other, and while he will admit that it's sweet that his brother really does seem to have fallen in love just as Mobius said he had, watching them feels rather stalkerish right now.

"Loki, Sylvie," Thor greets them with a friendly smile. This won't be a pleasant conversation. They could at least give it a pleasant beginning.

Loki immediately pulls his hand back, and the flower in Sylvie's palm disappears as she presses her hands against the floor, shifting her weight so she's not quite so close to Loki. They look like two children who were just caught eating all the berries before a big feast. If there was any doubt in his mind that they were in love, it's fading by the minute.

"Hi!" Sylvie greets him. She seems genuinely pleased to see him. He really should try to carve out some more time with her. He'd love to get to know his new sister – preferably in a situation that doesn't involve discussing their other sister that they've never met because she was banished to Hel. That's not quite the ideal bonding activity.

"Thor!" Loki greets him with a grin. "This is a surprise. I didn't think you knew what a library was."

Thor huffs a halfhearted laugh. In another situation, he might have teased his brother back, but there's too much on his mind right now, so instead, he just asks, "Can we talk?"

Loki's lighthearted attitude falters at the question. "Is everything okay?"

"Is this about Mobius?" Sylvie asks.

Thor hesitates. "Those are both complicated questions," he says. "I'd prefer to talk about them somewhere less public."

Loki and Sylvie share a look. Whatever they think he's going to tell them, they're certainly not thinking big enough. And it's going to be a lot to take in, so he's going to be smart about this. He's going to start with Hela and their Father's past. That was the hardest thing for him to process. If they can handle that, then he'll explain the long-winded series of events that leads to the death of their parents and the destruction of their homeland.

"Is he okay?" Loki asks. "Where is he? What happened?"

"Mobius is fine," Thor assures him. "He's still at the TVA."

"But he's going to come back, right?" Sylvie asks.

Loki gives her a weird look. "Of course he's going to come back. Why wouldn't he come back?"

"Well, I don't know," she says, "he didn't exactly look thrilled that we wanted answers he didn't want to give us."

"Mobius isn't thrilled with most of the things I do," Loki says dismissively. "He's always come back." He pauses, then looks at Thor uncertainly. "Mobius is going to come back." It's more a question than a statement.

"He says he will," Thor answers. "He seemed to have other things to attend to, though, so he sent me home alone." Once again, he has to give Mobius credit for this. He'd thought it was ridiculous that Mobius wanted to wait until tonight to come back, but the mind games he's playing on his friends sure do seem to be working. He's leaving just enough doubt in their minds to convince them that they should do better. Who is Thor to ruin that for him?

Loki runs a hand down his face, a look of exasperation on his features. "Well, if he says he's going to come back, I trust him," he says. He doesn't sound entirely convinced.

Sylvie pipes in with, "Because if he doesn't come back, we'll kill him."

Loki scoffs, staring at her incredulously, but Sylvie's just smirking, unbothered. Thor is fairly certain there's no credibility to her threat, but just in case, he does take comfort in knowing that Mobius will, in fact, be back tonight.

Thor shakes his head to himself and turns his thoughts back to the matter at hand. "May I talk with you privately? It's not so much about Mobius as it is about what he's told me."

Loki's brows draw together, and he glances at Sylvie uncertainly before agreeing with a cautious, "I suppose...?"

"Did he tell you how our parents die?" Sylvie asks as they both stand up. "Is that what this is about?"

"He told me much more than that," Thor says, gesturing for them to follow him out of the library. "This may be a long conversation, and likely a difficult one. It was certainly difficult for myself to hear."

"I watched myself die," Loki tells him. "I watched as my neck was snapped and my lifeless body was thrown to the ground. I don't expect anything you've learned to be 'difficult.'"

"I heard about that," Thor remarks. Does he want to do it? Does he want to bring up Thanos? This would be the perfect opportunity to. Loki practically brought it up himself by mentioning his death at the Titan's hands. Although, with the conversation they're about to have, it's probably best they avoid any unnecessarily heavy topics right now...

Sylvie doesn't follow that train of thought at all, because she asks, "Was it Thanos who killed you?"

Loki visibly tenses at the question, and Thor is instantly glad he wasn't the one to ask it. By the look on her face, he suspects she wishes she didn't ask, too.

Loki answers with a terse, "That's not important."

Sylvie looks up at him with a frown. She spares a glance at Thor, who just shakes his head. He wants to know more about this Thanos, too, and he'll ask soon enough, but now's not the time. She'll certainly see that when she hears what Thor has to say.

Thor changes the subject, steering it away from Thanos and toward the heavy topics that he's going to bring up instead. "Where should we have this conversation?" Somewhere private and comfortable would be his preference, but he'd like to give them the option to choose. They're the ones receiving the difficult information, after all.

Loki doesn't offer up an answer, so Sylvie says, "We can go to my room."

Thor nods. "If you don't mind." Her room or Loki's would probably be best. It's somewhere familiar. It's somewhere they'll be comfortable. It's somewhere he'll feel like he can leave them when the conversation is over and let them talk it over themselves.

So that's where they go.

This is the third time today that Thor's been to the guest rooms, which is coincidentally the third time this century as well. He suspects he'll be making more trips to the guest rooms in the coming years. It'll be a weird thing to get used to, but he's sure it will become second nature much the way his visits to Loki's old room – Avengers Loki's room now – are.

Sylvie's room is remarkably boring. Thor probably should have guessed that – she's only lived here a matter of days; she hasn't exactly had the time or experience to decorate it and make it her own. Loki's room probably looks similar, he reasons; Avengers Loki owns everything TVA Loki once called his own. That's a sad thought. When Thor goes back to Midgard to see Jane, he should get them each a gift for their room – and a gift for Avengers Loki, too, of course; he doesn't want to neglect his own Loki.

Sylvie plops down on her bed, crossing her legs on the mattress and looking up at Thor and Loki. "You guys can sit."

Loki doesn't need to be told twice. He sits down next to her, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor. He's sitting fairly close to Sylvie, so there definitely would be room for Thor to join them, but that just feels... weird. He doesn't want to get all comfortable on the bed to deliver this life-altering news.

Thor pulls out the many, many papers Mobius wrote up for them and unfolds them. He skimmed them briefly, but he's not sure how much he'll need them right now. He feels like everything he's just learned has been seared into his brain.

"Is all of that the future?" Sylvie asks.

"It is," Thor replies. "Mobius was very thorough." He put more information in here than Thor ever could have asked for. How his hand survived all this writing, he can't even fathom.

"How far does it go?" Loki asks.

"Um..." Thor flips to the last page and skims for a date. "2018."

Sylvie scoffs. "All of that is for the next six years?"

"As I said, Mobius was very thorough," Thor replies. He wonders if he was being petty when he decided to do this. Does he really think they need to know all of this, or did he just want to make them shift through dozens of handwritten notes to sort out what's important and what's not?

"Have you read it yet?" Loki asks.

"I haven't," Thor says, "but as he was writing, he let me watch my life, so I know the most important things. I assume we'll review the document in detail later."

"Wait a minute." Loki furrows his brows. "Did you go to the TVA?"

"I did," Thor replies. It was interesting; he'll say that much. He's still not entirely sure what it is or what it does, but at least he can visualize now where his brother and his friends are coming from.

Loki looks at him curiously. "Why did he...?"

Thor shrugs. "He was already going. I was there. He offered to bring me with him."

Loki glances at Sylvie, who just shrugs, unbothered. Thor's not bothered, either, and Loki decides he also doesn't need to be bothered, so that's taken care of pretty quickly.

"What did Mobius tell you?" Loki asks, bringing the conversation back to the matter at hand. "When do our parents die? How do we stop it?"

Thor takes a deep breath, growing more solemn. "I have all of that information here." He pats the stack of papers, then lowers them. "And I will show them to you, but first, I want to..." He lowers his gaze to the papers in front of him. How is he supposed to say this? How is he supposed to tell them that Odin isn't the hero they think he is? That he's lied to their people all their lives? That his legacy, Asgard's legacy, is one of violence and needless bloodshed?

"Thor?" Loki says cautiously, and Thor looks up just as Loki stands, stepping toward him and resting a hand on his shoulder, his expression full of concern. "Brother, are you alright?"

Thor forces a smile. "I'm fine," he says. His faith in his father and Asgard as a whole is shaken, but he's fine. He has to be fine, so he's fine, even if he's really, really not fine at all.

"Are you sure?" Loki asks cautiously.

Thor swallows hard and nods. "Of course."

"Okay..." Loki doesn't seem convinced, but he sits back down on the edge of the bed anyway. "So, first you want to...?"

"Right." Thor clears his throat. Here goes nothing. "We had a sister." He pauses, giving them a moment to react. It's not the life-changing, world-view-ruining piece of information he has for them, but it's still a big change, and he wants them to have some time to absorb it.

Loki's brows furrow, his gaze dropping to his hands clasped in his lap as he tries to sort that puzzle out in his mind. Sylvie tilts her head to the side, but she keeps looking at Thor, obviously waiting for more, so, when he's not given any questions to answer, Thor continues.

"She was older than us," he says. "Much older, it seemed. Before we were born, she was Father's right hand – his executioner, she was called."

"Sounds dramatic," Sylvie remarks.

That's one word for it.

Thor continues. "She ruled the Nine Realms with our father, and they did so by force. The stories of peaceful treaties between realms are just that – stories. In actuality, the Nine Realms were forced under Father's rule through violence and bloodshed. He conquered the realms with our sister by his side, until one day, he decided to stop. He banished our sister into Hel, and he wiped all evidence of his misdeeds from Asgard's records and, seemingly, their minds."

It's quiet after that.

Thor lowers his head, waiting in solemn silence while he lets them process that. It's a lot, he knows. It changes everything. Everything they've known is a lie. Asgard's legacy is a lie. Their father's rule is a lie. It must've been an hour or two ago at the least that he learned of this, and he still can't wrap his head around it.

Finally, Loki looks up at him and says, "It seems rather hypocritical of him to be that upset about our antics with Jotunheim, then."

Sylvie looks between the two of them, confused. Thor hardly notices.

"That's it?" he asks incredulously. "That's all you have to say to that?"

"It's not all I have to say," Loki tells him, "but it is a big part of it, yes."

Thor gapes at him. "I just told you that Father has been lying to us–"

"And, as we all know, Father has never lied to me about anything before," Loki says sarcastically.

Thor pauses.

That's...

A point...

Suddenly, Loki's mental breakdown last year makes a lot more sense to him. Odin's lies feel like a knife to the chest. He can only imagine it felt the same to Loki when he learned that Odin and Frigga weren't truly his parents – worse, even, because not only was he lied to, but he'd also just learned he was something new, something different, something to be feared and despised.

He wishes he'd known about this before Loki let himself fall from the Bifrost. He wishes somebody had taken the time to tell him what his brother had learned. He wishes he could have talked to him about it when it was fresh; back when Loki needed someone to talk to more than he ever had. He suspects it's too late for that now. He seems fairly well-adjusted and well-endowed in the way of friends. It would be weird to sympathize over old wounds now.

Although there is another Loki who seems much less adjusted and much more lonely...

He'll keep this conversation in mind.

"I assume we meet our sister eventually," Loki remarks. "When does this happen? Can we meet her sooner?"

Thor shakes his head. "When Father banished her, he did so on his life. She is freed when he dies."

Loki's brows shoot up, but Sylvie beats him to respond.

"He does tell you about her before he dies," she says cautiously.

Thor shakes his head. "Moments before, but not..." Not with enough time to prepare, and that cost them so, so many lives. It cost them their home. And it's all because Odin couldn't live with the shame of his mistakes.

"I assume she's not a nice person, then," Loki says.

"She murders the vast majority of our army as she fights to reclaim her throne," Thor replies. That should answer his question well enough. A part of him wonders where Sif and the Warriors Three play into this. A part of him doesn't want to know.

Loki nods solemnly. "I see."

"I guess we know why Father locked her away, then," Sylvie remarks.

"Father is very quick to lock away those he disagrees with," Loki tells her. "He once banished Thor to Midgard with no promise that he'd come back. In the Sacred Timeline, when I return to Asgard, he locks me away in the dungeon for what he assumes will be the rest of my life." He shakes his head to himself. "I wonder if she would have been different if she'd never been locked away. I'm sure that only made her angrier."

Thor lets out a long breath. He hadn't thought about that – and he's not sure he'll be able to unthink it now. Not only did Odin leave this problem for them to deal with themselves; he created this problem. He molded her into the warrior she was, and then when she followed in his footsteps, he banished her to stew in her anger for a millennium, knowing his death would release her back unto their world.

"Wow," Sylvie says. "Remind me not to get on his bad side."

Loki huffs at that.

"Where is Hel?" she asks. "I want to meet her."

"No, you don't," Thor says immediately. She may think she does, but she doesn't. If she knew who Hela was, she wouldn't.

"You can't really go to Hel," Loki tells her. "It's the afterlife. If you die honorably in battle, you go to Valhalla. If you don't, you go to Hel."

"Oh." Sylvie frowns. "Well, I don't want to meet her enough to die, so I guess I'll wait."

Loki cracks a smile at that. "Good idea."

Sylvie cracks a smile, too, and it's almost enough to make Thor smile with them. They really do seem to make each other happy. It's nice to see. After everything that's happened, Loki deserves this.

To his brother, Loki asks, "What else did Mobius tell you? I know that the Dark Elves kill Mother, but how does Father die? How do we stop it?"

This, Thor finds, is a much easier conversation to have. It's factual. It's tactical. The mental image of a Dark Elf snapping his mother's neck is not a pleasant one, but it's all hypothetical. He's not overly concerned about the future because he knows he can change it. It's the past that really bothers him. It's the past that he's really going to have to talk to his father about.

Loki and Sylvie take this news well. They talk a bit about what to do next. He's met with enthusiastic agreement when he suggests he visit Jane and ensure she's safe and that she stays away from the center of the Convergence. They agree that the tactical aspect is something they'll need to involve their parents in, but that the Dark Elves should be taken care of sooner rather than later, before they can go on the offensive.

"Let's go, then," Loki says, already standing up. "Let's go find Father. Let's decide what we're doing next."

"Not yet," Thor says.

Loki furrows his brows. "What do you mean, not yet?"

"If we are going to talk to Mother and Father together, I need to talk to the other you first," Thor says. "He deserves an equal say in this."

Loki sighs, but still, he nods. "Alright, go talk to him."

"Should we wait for Mobius?" Sylvie asks. "He's part of this, too."

"Probably," Loki admits.

"He doesn't expect us to," Thor tells them. "I've talked to him about this. He offered to answer any questions we may have, but he said nothing about wanting to be a part of the conversation."

"We should probably give him the option," Loki says. "I don't want him to think we don't value his input."

"He doesn't think that," Thor assures them. He's mildly annoyed by them and their fight this morning so he's being petty by staying away until tonight, but he knows they care about him.

"After the last 24 hours, he probably does," Loki says with a frown. "I don't want to make things worse."

Sylvie nods. "I think we should wait for him."

"If that's what you want to do, then we will," Thor says. It may be nice to have the man with all the answers around when they're planning how to proceed. But Mobius won't be back until tonight, and Odin expects to see Thor long before nightfall.

So he'll talk to Avengers Loki. He'll fill him in much the way he did TVA Loki and Sylvie. And then maybe he'll disappear. Maybe he'll go somewhere else, somewhere far away, until sunset. Maybe he'll get lucky and he won't have to face his father until tonight.