Sylvie Laufeydottir Quotes

Sylvie: I know this is hard. But your friends are back where they belong.

Loki: But without them… Where do I belong?

Sylvie: We’re all writing our own stories now. Go write yours.

Loki: I guess this all worked out just the way you wanted it to and you’re fine just walking away. It’s so selfish.

Sylvie: Of course I’m selfish. I want a life. I want to live. What’s wrong with wanting something, Loki? What do you want?

Loki: I want to stop He Who Remains.

Sylvie: No. Wrong. Try again. What is it that you really want? Come on.

Loki: I want to save this. I want to save everything. All of it.

Sylvie: Is it really that hard? Come on, keep trying.

Loki: I want to save the TVA.

Sylvie: Why?

Loki: I want the TVA back.

Sylvie: And?

Loki: I want my friends back… I want my friends back. I don’t wanna be alone.

Sylvie: See? We’re both selfish.

Sylvie: Interfere for good. Heard that one before.

Loki: You can’t give people free will and then just walk away, Sylvie. That’s not how it works. Now, for better or for worse, the timelines are free. It’s up to us to protect them. It’s up to us to do better than He Who Remains.

Sylvie: Sounds like whatever we do, we’re playing God.

Loki: We are gods.

Loki: Some years ago, my brother was banished from Asgard and sent to Earth. And when he came back, he was different. Changed somehow. I thought it was weakness. I mocked him. Said he’d gone soft.

Sylvie: Soft gets you killed.

Loki: Listen, Sylvie, you spared Timely’s life, and because of that, the TVA and those timelines will survive. Those people will survive. You spared their lives, too.

Sylvie: The TVA is the problem. It’s broken, it’s rotten. I’m going home… if it’s still there.

Loki: Please, don’t. It’s harder… (Sylvie leaves) to stay…

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: What will you do when this is all over?

Sylvie: I don’t know.

Loki: I don’t know either. Maybe… Maybe we could figure it out… together.

Sylvie: Maybe.

Sylvie: Do you think that what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we’re destined to lose?

Loki: No. We may lose. Sometimes painfully. But we don’t die. We survive.

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.

Sylvie: Love is mischief, then.

Loki: No. Love is… uh, something I might have to have another drink to think about.

Sylvie: How about you? You’re a prince. There must’ve been would-be-princesses or perhaps, another prince.

Loki: A bit of both. I suspect the same as you. But, nothing ever…

Sylvie: Real.

Loki: A pity the old woman chose to die, don’t you think?

Sylvie: She was in love.

Loki: She hated him.

Sylvie: Maybe love is hate.