Loki: I promise you from my heart this isn't about a throne.
Sylvie: What was I thinking trusting you? Has this whole thing been a con?
Loki: Really? That's what you think of me... after all this time? Sure. Why not? Evil Loki's master plan comes together. Well, you never trusted me, did you? What was the point? Can't you see? This is bigger than our experience.
Sylvie: Why aren't we seeing this the same way?
Loki: Because you can't trust... and I can't be trusted.
Loki: Love is a dagger. (makes a dagger appear) It's a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It's beautiful. Until it makes you bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it... (the dagger disappears)
Sylvie: It isn't real. Love is an imaginary dagger.
Loki: Doesn't make sense, does it?
Sylvie: No. Terrible metaphor.
Loki: Damn. I thought I had something there.