Schrodinger's God (слэш)

“Loki? Love, I’m home.”
There was no response. Tom glanced into the empty library, checked his office to be certain none of his wedding projects had been investigated by a nosy god, then turned off all the lights on the ground floor. Upstairs, the hall light was on, as was the light in their bedroom. Loki’s workroom was dark, the door ajar. Tom wondered if perhaps Loki had fallen asleep with the light on in their room, but when he went into the bedroom, it was empty too.
Tom frowned. “Loki?”
Again, no reply.
“Love?” The silence lit Tom’s mind with panic.
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The multiverse is a strange place. Dead in one reality, alive in another. Or maybe both.
Endgame could change everything, but did it?