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honnelander · 6 months

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crush

alright, this is such a niche and self-indulgent little piece of writing bc i freaking LOVE this (awful and huge asshole) character buuut i do like to write for whatever i love in the moment sooo here's a little Brad Wolfe aka Hunter X-5 fic (he's cute ok??) (and if you're into marvel and are not watching the loki series, PLEASE go watch it! it's so amazing!) credit to @mrsbawar21-blog for the still!

WARNINGS: none

word count: 2.8

pairing: Brad Wolfe (Hunter X-5) x reader

summary: Mobius could tell Brad knew you a lot better than he was letting on, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

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"See? Isn't this nice, Brad?" Mobius asked his beige jumpsuit-claded prisoner as he sipped on his vanilla milkshake, happy as a clam. "I mean, literally ten minutes ago we were at each other's throats, yelling at one another, and here we are," Mobius gestured around with his hands, emphasizing the 1980s McDonald's they were currently sitting in, "sharing a meal like two adults."

"Yeah, and you also tortured me," Brad replied quickly, not missing a beat as he kept his gaze set on the pair of Lokis conversing in the parking lot through the window. He drummed his fingers on the plastic tabletop, bouncing his leg up and down as he quickly glanced at Mobius with a quirked eyebrow. "Forgot to mention that part, huh?"

"Yeah, and you called me a 'nobody'," Mobius rebutted quickly, a hint of irritation dripping from his voice. He stopped himself, shaking his head slightly with closed eyes as he exhaled curtly.

Now wasn't the time to dispute that and the silver-haired TVA analyst knew that arguing with X-5- or Brad, whoever, was a waste of everyone's time and he didn't feel like renewing their earlier verbal scrimmage here when there were more pressing matters at hand. Ultimately, Brad did bring them to Slyvie in the end so that must count for something, right?

"But, that doesn't matter. See, I even bought you a shake," Mobius said, reaching across the table to pick up Bradley's vanilla shake and put it closer to him. "A little peace offering."

Brad's eyes flitted to Mobius' obvious olive branch for a second before looking back up to the analyst, unimpressed. After a beat, he raised his right hand, jabbing an accusatory index finger at Mobius, as he cocked his head to the side, saying, "But you did slap me, right in the face. I'm not gonna forget that."

"Just take the shake, Brad," Mobius said swiftly, slightly exasperated as he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

Now, Mobius M. Mobius prided himself on his seemingly never-ending well of patience, but even he felt himself start to get annoyed at Brad's unrelenting persistence on being as difficult as can be. Did he always try to be as annoying as possible or was this just how the ex-hunter always is naturally? It was exhausting.

The former minute man-turned-actor glanced down at the shake again, leaving it untouched before looking out the window to refocus on the Lokis outside. "What- what are they even doing out there?" he asked with a huff, gesturing a hand towards the pair of variants. "It's like they're going over every detail of their relationship or something."

"Yeah, well," Mobius relented with a small sigh, taking another sip of his shake. "There's a lot of baggage to unpack when you're basically in a relationship with yourself," he explained casually like he was talking about a bad day at the office.

Brad picked up on the slight disdain in his captor's tone but he didn't care enough to broach the topic any further. Instead, Brad sighed in slight disgust as he resumed drumming his fingers on the table saying, "God... it's weird."

Not wanting to harp on his partner's unorthodox romantic relationship any more than he had to, Mobius picked up a plastic fork, getting ready to dig into his pie. "Now, why don't you tell me a little bit more about your movie, huh?"

Brad rolled his eyes and scoffed at Mobius's obvious deflecting technique. "What about it?"

"Tell me about all about it." The analyst took a forkful of pie, asking with an encouraging smile, "Is it a horror flick?"

"Oh, come on, Mobius. You don't care."

"No, really! I'm serious," he said through a mouthful of pie. "The poster we saw looked scary."

Not being one to pass up discussing his work and real life that awaited him back on the sacred timeline, Brad took the bait. "It's not scary... it's elevated thriller," he explained in a slightly matter-of-fact tone, waving his hand around for emphasis. In a condescending tone, he added, "It's cinema, thank you very much."

Mobius had no clue if there really was a difference between a scary movie and an 'elevated thriller', since it all sounded the same to him, but he appreciated Brad's enthusiasm on the topic.

Lifting his milkshake up to his mouth to try and hide his amused smirk, Mobius relented, "Oh, my bad. You're right... 'elevated thriller', got it." He nodded as he took a sip, putting his cup back down when he was finished. "I'll have to check that out then."

"And you have to get your own ticket!" Brad continued. "I'm not hooking you up. Especially not after all of," he waved his hands around at their current setting, "this."

"Right, of course," Mobius agreed patiently, watching Brad with a small smile. "I'll get my own tickets."

After his small spiel, the ex-hunter let out a small sigh. He blinked, a look of recognition overcoming his face as he straightened up like he was remembering the situation he was currently in.

He turned his torso to face Mobius head-on, putting his arms on the table and motioning towards the TVA analyst's meal. "Look, why don't we get this all to go, huh? It- it packs right up. Why don't we just- get it to go, so we can get out of here," he said, emphasizing the second half of his sentence as he mimicked packing something up and motioned towards the exit.

"We can't do that," Mobius rejected quickly. "Not yet, anyway. I haven't finished eating and besides, y/n hasn't even gotten her food yet," he added, jabbing a thumb over at you, who was loitering by the cashier in the front, hands on your hips as you looked up at the menu.

Brad followed Mobius' thumb, huffing out another irritated sigh at your figure and rolling his eyes. "She's still ordering? We don't have time for this- God," he muttered under his breath and slumped in his chair, rubbing his jaw. "She always takes forever to do anything," he added with a mumble.

However, Brad's little admission right there didn't escape Mobius' keen ears. Trying to keep casual, he dug back into his pie. "'Takes forever to do anything', huh?" he asked nonchalantly. "It kinda sounds like you know a lot about y/n."

Brad's eyes flashed to Mobius's briefly before looking elsewhere, shifting in his plastic seat. "Yeah, well, she's your partner, isn't she?" He glanced out at Loki for a second, "Or, at least one of them? You should know how slow she can be sometimes."

The silver-haired analyst shook his head once. "She's not slow. I prefer the term meticulous, actually."

For whatever reason, Brad felt the need to clarify himself, which Mobius couldn't help but find interesting since he knew X-5 to be a guy who always brazenly said what was on his mind no matter the circumstances.

"I didn't mean slow as in stupid," Brad quickly clarified. "I-I meant as in she just takes a long time to do anything."

"Uh-huh," Mobius replied simply, secretly enjoying how bent out of shape the man in front of him was getting. "Right."

"Yeah..." Bradley trailed off, finally picking up his forgotten shake and taking a long sip of it, avoiding Mobius's expectant gaze. After a few beats of silence, he put his shake back on the table, looking over at Mobius with an annoyed glance. "What?"

"Nothing," Mobius replied easily, looking over at Brad once again before looking back at his food, munching on a fry. "I just think it's interesting how you know how 'slow' y/n can be sometimes, that's all."

"Look," he looked back at Mobius, a hint of irritation (and embarrassment?) in his features. "Whatever little 'thing' you're trying to imply here between me and her, just drop it."

Mobius perked up, looking back at his prisoner. There it was again, Brad's peculiar choice of words. "'Drop it'? Don't you mean 'give it up'? Since 'giving up' would imply that there's absolutely nothing there, whereas 'dropping it' would mean that something is there but you just don't want to talk about it?"

Brad sat up. "Drop it, give it up- whatever Mobius, just stop talking about it."

A smile started to creep up on Mobius's face, finding joy in all of this. This little impromptu interrogation was turning out to be a lot more fun than the last one he had with the actor. "'It'? So there's an 'it' now? What's 'it'? Do you mean your little crush on y/n?"

The actor's body stiffened for a nanosecond before turning to fully face the analyst. "Mobius, I swear to God-"

"OH! So that's a 'yes'!" Mobius declared, hitting the tabletop playfully with a grin, his smile only getting wider at seeing Brad become more and more agitated. "You do have a crush on y/n! Aw, that's so adorable Bradley, really."

The ex-hunter leaned back in his chair, scrunching up his face as he looked to away. "'A crush'? Really, Mobius? What are we- five? Please."

"Oh, so you love her?"

Brad's eyes widened, snapping back to look at him. "What? No, I don't-"

"Oh, that's ok," Mobius reassured with a wave. "Maybe your crush on her will blossom into love one day, who knows? I mean, life is crazy right?" He got another forkful of pie as he said, "I just can't believe that you had a crush on my partner this whole time and I didn't even notice. What kind of analyst am I?"

Mobius shook his head, laughing at his own joke. It seemed so obvious to him now. He should've realized that X-5 had some type of feelings for his long-time work partner eons ago. He always thought it was strange how X-5 would randomly stop to chat with them, well, with you mostly he now realized, at seemingly random times throughout the day, like when you both were having lunch in the cafeteria or how X-5 would always be the minute man to volunteer and be the muscle for one of your missions if need be. He had always thought it was weird and strange, but now it just made sense.

"Mobius," Brad said, letting out a defeated sigh. "Can you just, drop it? Please?"

Mobius looked back up, eyebrows raised as he looked up at the former minute man. "And now you're saying 'please'? Wow, you're just full of surprises today Bradley, aren't you?" he asked with a disbelieving laugh. He watched as Brad slunk back into his seat, a resigned look on his face. Ever the kind soul, Mobius kinda felt kinda bad for him. "Hey, look," Mobius started, in a softer tone, "X-5, Brad, Bradley, whatever you want to be called, your secret is safe with me, alright? I won't tell her, I promise."

The movie star was quiet for a moment, sucking on his teeth. Even though he personally might not like Mobius, he did know that Mobius was a man of his word and kept his promises so, he had no choice but to trust him. "Yeah, well... thanks," he said, flashing the analyst with a quick look of gratitude as he rapt his knuckle on the table.

"Hey, no problem," Mobius said, regarding the man across from him for another moment before finishing up his pie. With a small, surprised laugh, Mobius said, "You know, I just think it's funny how a," jerk, he thought to himself, "guy like you ends up with a little, school-yard crush on such a kind and caring person like y/n."

Brad raised an eyebrow at Mobius's choice of words. "'A guy like me'? Liking someone like her? What is that supposed to mean Mobius?"

"Oh, nothing," he replied innocently. "I just think it's funny. I guess, in this case, opposites really do attract, huh?"

"Oh, what? Now you're calling me a jerk?" Brad started, ready to go at it with Mobius again. "Why don't you just-"

"Hey, guys," you said, finally arriving at the table with a brown to-go paper bag with your food, sliding into the seat next to Mobius, your partner, unknowingly stopping the argument that was about to take place. "Sorry I took so long. There were just so many options to choose from, you know? It was hard to decide."

Now that Mobius was keen on Brad's little crush on you, he couldn't help but want to mess with him even further. "Ah that's ok y/n, I know that sometimes those things can be a little slow," he said, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards when Brad sent him a glare. "So don't worry about it."

"No word from Loki yet?" you asked, completely oblivious to the invisible sparing match occurring between the two men. "They're still out there?" you asked as you leaned on the table, craning your neck to try and see the two variants better.

"No, nothing yet. Hey, y/n," Mobius said suddenly, hitting your shoulder slightly like he had just come up with a great idea. "Why don't you move and sit next to Brad? I think he has a better vantage point to see them than I do," he innocently suggested, sending Brad a good-natured wink.

Brad nearly face-palmed himself. He forgot that Mobius could sometimes be as subtle as a baseball bat. "Mobius," he warned lowly.

But the mentioned analyst continued unphased. "And while you're sitting over there, watching the Lokis, you know, next to Brad," he added again for emphasis, "you can eat your meal."

"Oh, no need," you answered easily, to which question, the guys didn't know. "I got my food to go."

"See?" Brad quickly straightened, a newfound urgency in his tone and movements are he looked back and forth between you and Mobius. "She's smart, she got her food to go, to have back at the TVA. Which is exactly where we all need to be. Right now. Let's go."

"Jeez, Brad, what is it with you?" He asked exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "You're like a broken record. First, you're all like, 'get me back to the sacred timeline' and now you're all like, 'get me out of here'." He shook his head. "It's like you-"

"Know something," you said, cutting off Mobius' train of thought, your eyes looking at your beige jumpsuited prisoner with a calculating gaze.

At your words, Mobius stopped his spiel, blinking as he leaned back in his seat, his eyes looking over at Brad in thought. "Do you know something?" he asked.

Brad, however, stayed quiet. He picked up his milkshake, swirling it around before taking a couple of sips as he turned his body away from you both, looking out the window.

"Hey," Mobius said a little more firmly, slapping the actor's forearm to get his attention. "Don't get all quiet on me now, Zaniac. What do you know? Is this a setup?"

"It's an ambush," you said.

But Brad continued to suck on the straw, not looking at either of you.

"Bradley, answer me," Mobius said forcefully.

Brad put his milkshake down, swallowing the sweet treat before looking at you. "We need to get out of here," was all he said.

You held eye contact with him, discerning the urgency and panic you saw held within his gaze. You couldn't help but feel that when Brad had said 'we', he really only meant you and him. His look and words sent a shiver down your spine.

Mobius was the first to get up, the rest of his meal forgotten. "Alright, let's go. We need to regroup with Loki so our friend Brad here can tell us what's really going on." He picked up his tray, walking over to the trash to dump the rest of his fast food scraps away, and put his tray on top of the can.

Brad held your stare for another moment before finally blinking, breaking the spell, as he hastily got up himself. "Finally," he muttered. He tossed his drink away as he quickly followed behind Mobius.

But you didn't move. You stared at the now empty spot that X-5 had occupied seconds ago, trying to discern why you felt that he knew about a lot more than just this current situation.

As always, your long-time partner and best friend knew when you needed to be broken out of your train of thought and get you back on track. "Y/n!" Mobius called out as he headed towards the exit. "Let's go!"

Snapping back to reality, you blinked, shaking off your wandering thoughts and stood up, following Mobius and Brad outside. Now wasn't the time to analyze Brad's actions and choice of words, right now all you needed to know was what Brad knew right at this moment and why he was so adamant about getting back to the TVA.

If you wanted to question Brad more, you could do that later. He was your prisoner after all and time worked differently in the TVA, right?

#ok that was fun :)#now it's time to exercise and do errands #i'll get back to Sanji mode tonight #there's like noooothing about this character so i'm probably just writing this for me lmoa #*lmao #and that's ok!#watch the loki show!#there's a hint of lokius if you squint!#Brad Wolfe x reader #Brad Wolfe x y/n #Hunter X-5 x reader #loki series #loki s2 #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #loki #Brad Wolfe

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janus-cadet · 5 months

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Tarot Project - N°34

That man is far too precious to comprehend. I was certainly not expecting to get a new fav out of that season, that's for sure. And so, he had to go on the tarot project.

Have O.B, just a little guy, as the Page of Cups!

(feat Miss Minutes, who may or may not try to kill them all again 🤷🏻‍♂️)

Explanation under the cut, for the braves who can bare it!

The Page of Cups is a card all about creativity and intuition- as the Pages often are. The unexpected appearance of the fish, popping out of the cup he holds, signifies that creative inspiration often comes out of the blue and only when you are open to it. What, a Loki person appearing out of nowhere and complaining about time slipping? Wow! You guess time slipping is possible at the TVA. You just have to be ready to accept it.

Therefore, obviously, the fish became a Loki.

(I mean. They can be an alligator. Why not a fish. They became a fish in the myths, after all. Careful with this one: it might stab you. With fish bones.)

Upright, the card suggests a new idea or opportunity has come to you out of the blue. New people, in your workshop! How long has it been? Even more, how long since the last time you left the damn place? Sure, you now have the great opportunity to try and fix an overloading loom, but also to ~make new friends~. How lucky! Your creative energy is flowing, and now the question is how you will express it. Will you snap up this new idea and turn it into something, or will you let someone else bring it to fruition? It is up to you!

The Page of Cups invites you to have an open and curious mind. Be open to anything – including a fish popping its head out of a cup (or a random guy sort of appearing in front of you to tell you that you're not just a failed writer named Doug, but a agent of a time police of some sort named O.B. Sure, makes perfect sens! There is no flaws in that logic). It is with a curious mind that you will discover new aspects of life and yourself. Be ready to dream the impossible dream, and explore the magic of your fullest potential, even if it seems out of reach, because yes, it was a science-fiction problem. The Page of Cups is asking you to embrace your inner child and believe that anything is possible. You can fix anything!!

(but perhaps you should not fix murderous, rogue A.I clock, O.B. Come on. See, she's already looking at you weirdly.)

Reversed, the card may indicate that you tend to work alone. Perhaps you want it that way, feeling better where you can keep your ideas to yourself without having to justify them to other's judgemental stares; perhaps you just go with the flow and assume that's what you're meant to be. Don't let yourself be forgotten in an old basement for centuries: go out, try to reach out, to find other people who are safe to share your ideas with! Don't wait for a random analyst to take the wrong turn and show up for like, five seconds, every four centuries.

With the Page of Cups reversed, you may feel called to pursue a new creative project (hey, by the way, the temporal Loom is going Boom! You will fix it, right?), but you doubt whether you can really make it work. Your inner critic may be on over-drive, and you can feel ashamed to share your work with others. You shouldn't. That lovely Loom Model was perfect and Victor would never have judge you for that. And that little guy in the suit did look like a Mobius, or a Loki, depending on the perspective. Listen your intuition, and your creative mind: if the problem can be solve, then, you will.

If not, just ask your little glowing green fish to become a tree.

And that's it for today! I really hope we'll see more of O.B in the MCU, later on. I would watch anything with that man in it, even the worst movies. In fact, let's put Ke Huy Quan in like- everything. That man is a sunshine and a very talented actor, fr.

#tarot project #ke huy quan #o.b #ouroboros #loki ouroboros #loki ob #loki #loki series #loki season 2 #miss minutes #loki marvel #loki variant #loki mcu #o.b mcu #fanart #my art #tarot card #page of cups

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kiana-kaslana-423 · 6 months

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Dr. Mobius x Lamia! Fem Reader

☆ Fem Reader that has the lower body of a snake ☆

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This was supposed to be a imagine but I added too much-

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!! Not comfy with men will block on interaction !!!

• Dr. Mobius found you when she went on a expedition to find a rare material that could maybe help them defeat the Honkai but she found you instead- you were coiled around yourself, practically hiding yourself in your tail as you shivered from the cold.

• For some reason she just couldn't leave you behind so she kidnapped took you in! She made you a little enclosure in her lab kind of like a baby gate where she just let you chill, she didn't really take the best care of you at first since she was more interested in experimenting and knowing more about you before anything else but that changed over time over some events

• Like one, there were already a lot of lights in the lab so she was sure she doesn't need a heat lamp or anything but nope! She instantly got proven wrong because you stopped eating for a couple of days and just starving yourself, you only started to eat again once she got a heat lamp- then after that she also got the other things you would need like a rock to lay on, little hiding spaces, since she learned she has to get you what you need or you're just going to basically unalive yourself

• She also likes having you around because you get rid of any rats or small rodents that get in or escape, so her lab is fairly clean of any small animals because of you! The only thing that she needs to worry about laying around lab is when it's shedding season,, it's where a snake sheds off their outer skin for a new better one and not surprisingly you do that with your tail-

• it's either she lets you do it all by yourself which can cause your shed getting everywhere in the lab or she does it with you which will take a couple days since she has to be very careful, either way it's not good

• Dr. Mobius loves and hates having you coil around her since sometimes she's just relaxing and getting some nice cuddles but other times she's doing something and you want attention than you won't let her go until you get satisfied- it can be quite difficult getting you off since you can coil very tightly so it's either she hits you in the nose or she waits it out-

• Dr. Mobius will also use you to intimidate others- just saying she has a big scary Lamia in her lab that's very hungry and it's willing to eat anything it can get it's hands one,,

• Even if you can be a sassy and messing little Lamia, she fully loves to have you around! Especially watching you slither around the lab and investigating things with tapping it with your snake tongue- it's absolutely adorable to watch even if she won't admit it

#honkai impact 3rd x reader #honkai impact x reader #honkai x reader #hi3 x reader #honkai impact 3rd #honkai impact #honkai #hi3 #dr. mobius x reader #dr. mobius #mobius x reader #mobius

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layla4567 · 5 months

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Hello! may request a Hunter D-90 x reader fluff/angst fanfiction?

Hi, sure 😊 sorry for answering a bit late

HOT COCOA

Hunter D-90 x GN!reader

Summary: Your job at the TVA is to be in the offices, filing boring papers, yet whenever there is a mission they assign you along with D-90. You've never been able to get so many words out of him, but a hot chocolate machine will change things.

Warnings: none, fluff

WC: 877

A/N: This may be a bit short since he is a fairly secondary character in my opinion and he doesn't have many dialogues so it is difficult to work with it, I'm sorry 😓 (If you want to request another character from Loki series, please do 😊)

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You were sitting in your small space near the shelves where the files were kept, your table was a mess of jumbled papers but you tried to maintain order as best as possible. To make the work more enjoyable you hummed a song while rhythmically moving your foot trying not to see the time on the wall clock every two seconds. Suddenly you heard footsteps nearby but you didn't even look up to see who it was until he was in front of you looking at you.

“How are you doing with that y/n?"

When you heard his voice you already knew who it was, you raised your head to see Mobius smiling kindly at you, he with his heart of gold always cared about the other workers and that they were not too stressed.

"I do what I can"- you sighed, trying to make a joke.

"Well, look, try not to overexert yourself, okay? You're doing well anyway, you've already completed half the work."

You accidentally looked at your table and he was right, without realizing it you had already come a long way.

"Hey, why don't you take a break or eat something? Come on, you deserve it."-He said, tapping his knuckles on the table.

"Thank you Mobius, I will take your advice"-you laughed softly

Mobius gave you a big smile as he walked away with his hands on his hips. You rubbed your eyes, yawning slightly as you stood up from the seat and stretched your muscles, sitting for so long was exhausting and painful. With a tired step you headed towards the halls of the TVA and saw D-90 standing guard as always with a face so serious that he looked like a bulldog. You stopped to greet him.

"Hello D-90, good to see you"-You waved a hand with a smile like little kids would.

He just nodded at you without even smiling. You wondered why he was always like that, he always seemed angry although that didn't mean he didn't like you. You suddenly remembered all the times you joined him on a mission, he also behaved like that.

"Ok and how's everything going huh?"-You said something uncomfortable because of his cold attitude.

He, without saying anything again, just shrugged his shoulders, making a face. Great, you thought, at that rate you won't be able to snatch a hello from him. Suddenly you turned your head and saw the machine at the end of the hallway that served drinks, you soon remembered that in a few minutes you should go back to work, maybe a coffee would be good for you to stay awake. Suddenly you remembered that you could also choose hot cocoa in the machine and an idea came to your mind.

"Hey, do you want something to drink? I'm on my rest, come on, I'll buy you something."

He frowned and opened his mouth to murmur something when you tiredly rolled your eyes and grabbed his arm, dragging him to the machine.

"Come on! Drinking something won't hurt you!"

D-90 reluctantly followed you without getting rid of his frown, he followed you with heavy steps and you had to make an effort to move him. He looked like a child refusing to go anywhere. Finally the vintage machine was in front of you, there were several options: Tea, coffee, hot cocoa and soup. You chose a strong coffee for you and a hot cocoa for him. With the glasses in both your hands, you turned to hand him his when he raised a hand and shook his head, pursing his lips.

"Please just take it, think of it as a gift from me to you."-you said with the best of your smiles

"It's just…"-he started talking and you were surprised because he finally said something.

"I've never tried hot cocoa"

He said it almost embarrassed and you opened your mouth and eyes in great surprise and the coffee almost fell out of your hands. Have you never tried hot cocoa? What did this man feed on then?! You shook your head trying to downplay it and without adding anything you handed him his glass, he looked at it and smelled it and then looked at you with a raised eyebrow, you just closed your eyes and nodded.

He slowly approached his lips to the glass overflowing with the sweet liquid and when he finished tasting it he looked at you, opening his eyes wide, it seemed that his serious and grumpy facade had completely fallen, he had liked the cocoa! You clapped happily, resting your glass on the machine for a moment and for the first time he smiled with a smile as genuine and tender as a child in a toy store, you had never seen him like that.

Smiling you took your glass and walked down the hallway heading to another place to tour the TVA while you rested when his voice made you turn around.

"Thanks for the drink."

He continued smiling happily and you smiled back tenderly.

"My pleasure"

You left there, leaving a D-90 very different from when you had seen him when you got there, one who drank his cocoa as if there were no worries in the world or the sacred timeline.

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fluffyfantasticducky · 1 year

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☆ Pairing: TVA!Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that.

☆ Word Count: 4,297

☆ Notes: Based on my comfort show, this takes place immediately after episode 1, and way before episode 2, there's a huge time lapse between each that I wish had been more exploited. So at Thanos said "fine, I'll do it myself" and indulge myself in the process..

☆ Warnings: Loki's shirt and jumpsuit (he's in the prisoner outfit) is open, so a soon-to-be sexual tension if I eventually make more of this? But I don't really like stranger to lovers so... not yet, no.

It had been a very interesting day, days? His invasion to the Earth had been foiled and he was just about to be taken for what seemed to be a likely execution in Asgard when the Tesseract landed on his feet and what seemed to be a perfect escape ended up in a whole new world of trouble.

Sacred-Timelines, Variants, a Time Police, Space Lizard Gods that decided the flow of time, no magic, his entire life being a failure, him being destined to die by Thanos hands had just been the opener. And another variant of him going after them making Loki their best shot at catching him... Norns, give him a break.

“Alright Loki” Mobius patted him on the back, “Go get yourself patched up, we’ll start in the morning.”

“The morning?” Loki asked unsure, “There are mornings here?”

Mobius just laughed.

“It’s figurative speech, look, I’ll take you to the doc’s Office myself” he mocked him, “I don’t want the entire department pitying you. You look awful.”

Loki just groaned as he followed him around the TVA facilities, as Mobius explained further how things worked. But by the time they arrived Loki realized how sore he really felt, all the adrenaline of the day’s event died down, making him realize how sore he was.

“Good luck in there” Mobius teased, “I’ll see if I stop by with a get-well balloon or something.”

And he left the god to his luck. Right in front of a door with a sleeping face. Loki simply scoffed and knocked on the door before opening. And he had to admit that the sight was quite welcoming.

The room was pleasantly warm and illuminated in calid light, and warmly decorated, with a big red couch and two matching red cushioned footstools, a shiny wooden table with a bowl of candy, a water dispenser and cups with a handmade paper sign that said: «make yourself at home 😊». And a desk in one of the corners, that had a cabinet full of what seemed to be medicaments, bandages, and ointments. It almost didn’t look like a place of healing, but then again, nothing in this place made sense.

Loki sat on the couch, resting his feet on the footstool and the ambience of the place added up to his soreness made evident how exhausted he truly was. As much as he wanted to keep his guard up, he started to doze off.

He didn’t know how he was asleep when he was woken up by the sound of the door clicking open. He sat up straight with his feet on the floor as a figured stepped in the room wearing a black outfit and a white lab coat with the TVA logo on the sewn in the chest pocket and holding a folder of papers.

“Okay Mobius what did you need me to— O-Oh… you’re…” you muttered, “you’re the Loki variant everyone’s talking about.”

“How long was I out?” Loki asked, “Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?”

“Ah… I don’t know. 5, maybe 15 minutes? Sorry I kept you waiting, Mobius dropped you in the middle of my break” you apologized, looking through the documents. “So, I take it, you are who needed help...? Mobius said I was needed here.”

“Of course, he did” he huffed.

“Well, yeah… Although I assumed one of the Minute-Men needed help” you said politely. “But I can help you if there’s something you need from me.”

��You could take me to the Time-Keepers, that’d pull a smile on my face” Loki snarled.

“I would if I could, but I’m not high-ranked to see them myself…” you apologized politely. “Now, I’d normally say take a seat, but I see you already did so just, make yourself comfortable again.”

Loki didn’t move, his body still tense as he remained wary of your presence. You simply sat on the free footstool looking at him with patience.

“Okay, I uh… I’m ashamed to admit I checked your file to try finding where you could you be injured,” you admitted, “but I think it’s better just asking so… does it hurt anywhere?”

Loki just chuckled ironically.

“No need for your pity.”

“Pity?” you chuckled, “Loki, it’s my job to care for others, that’s the TVA’s mission! If you want to get rid of me just help me help you and you’ll never have to deal with me again…”

Knowing that there was no point fighting he just sighed in defeat as he leaned back on the couch.

“Were doesn’t it hurt?” he joked.

“Right, your variance is after New York, it took you weeks to fully recover, twisted ankle, several cuts and big bruises all over, occasional broken ribs, I’m impressed you managed to wreak havoc in this state.” You explained, “But this… this is I have never seen.”

You reached to touch the bruise on his cheek, brushing lightly against his cheekbone.

“Ow! Stop that!” Loki protested at the touch. “This is not from New York! Your associate smacked me across the face when you stole me from the Timeline!”

“B-15 did this to you?!” you gasped in horror, “Oh she’s so gonna hear it from me when I see her! Look at this bruise!”

“I’m not sure what you expect from a punch that lasts half a minute” Loki protested.

“She slow-mo-ed you?” you smiled nervously, but his cold expression made it evident he had not found it half as amusing as you did. “Ahem, sorry.”

You stood up and walked to the cabinet and grabbed a couple of items, bandages, gauze, and a couple of bottles. And you returned to sit by his side, to make look at his face.

“Hold on a second, did you say occasional broken ribs? How does that work? Shouldn’t all wounds be the same?”

“Well… yes, and no…” you explained, “The body can react differently to the same kind of injury, like sometimes tripping down the stairs can bruise you, sometimes it won’t, creating minor variances, but not always enough to create a branch line, as long as they need keep with the flow of time. Unless the wound has a consequence, it’s not a variance, and you were locked up for a while to heal after this. And Asgardians are particularly resistant and heal on their own quite fast—”

“Then why am I here for?” he interrupted you.

“Well, I see no reason why we can’t give your body a little helping hand, or at least ease up the pain,” you offered “but I’m suspecting Mobius thought you could use a time out away from all of these, give you time to process everything.”

“Oh, so you and him are friends?” Loki scoffed. “You must be awfully close to let you stay here alone with me.”

“He’s a good friend, yes.” you admitted, “But this office is meant to be a safe space, everyone’s welcome if the need help. The infirmary is next door if your wounds were more severe.”

“So, what is this room?”

“A break room, to put it simply, but most of us come here to treat minor injuries, I usually help some of them” you shrugged. “That being said, I take it’d be alright if I checked for wounds? Given I’ll need you to open your jumpsuit and shirt.”

You waited patiently as Loki stared at you with curiosity, not completely following what was going on.

“You are allowed to call for an actual doctor or decline if you feel uncomfortable” you assured him.

“N-No... It’s” he licked his lips nervously, “It’s quite alright.”

He unbuttoned the jumpsuit and blue shirt, sliding the sleeves of his shirt as it uncovered down to his waist. Leaving his torso completely bare.

“Oh my...” you mumbled at the sight.

“What?” Loki asked amused, “enjoying the view?”

“I’m not gonna answer that,” you smiled, “we’re going off subject. Okay, I’ll start cleaning the open cuts, that good?”

“I suppose.”

You grabbed a little bottle and opened the cap, revealing a spray. Loki turned around so you could start with the wounds on his back.

“Okay, this is a sterilizer and disinfectant, it’ll clean the wounds, but it’s gonna sting” you warned him.

“Please, how bad can it AAAH!” he let out a yelp, arching his back and hissed in pain, it stung worse than he expected. “Careful!”

“I warned you it’d sting!” you smiled somewhat nervous, “I need you to be a bit tough for this.”

You began cleaning and disinfecting the wounds over his back. Loki winces through the pain. It does sting, but Loki bites his lip and remains silent, just watching you work. Your concern about him is making his defenses waver, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. Your intentions seem so pure and genuine.

By the time you finished cleaning the cuts on his back he had grown accustomed to the treatment. And when you gave gently taps with the gauze he started relaxing again.

“Asgardian resistance never ceases to amaze me” you complimented him. “I’m impressed Hulk didn’t roughen you up more.”

“You’ve seen that?” Loki said feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

“Well… yeah…” you smiled at the sight of the flustered god. “You’re the most famous variant at the TVA, studying your life is kind of a requirement for the best Hunters, and to be just a decent Analyst.”

“Great” Loki groaned.

While you moved to treat the cuts up his arm, your finger stroked his bicep making him jolt. He pulled back his arm, causing you looking at him confusedly for a few moments. You just stayed in silent for a couple of seconds when a scaringly mischievous smile.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to tickle you.”

“Nonsense, I’m not-”

“Loki...” you cut him off with a teasy grin, “Yeah you are.”

Loki just grumbled.

“How do you know—?”

“I’m an Analyst, and even if a Loki variant wasn’t our top priority, and like I said, studying your life is kind of a requirement to be just a decent Analyst.”

“Oh, and you’re a decent one?” he mocked you.

“I’d like to think so” you just smiled back, clearly unphased. “Where else does it hurt?”

Loki thought for a moment, despite he felt way worse earlier, even right now there wasn’t a single inch of his body that wasn’t sore.

“Everywhere…?” you asked gently.

“That’s… correct…” he sighed, leaning back on the couch, groaning in pain.

You reach to try and get a look on Loki’s torso, stopping with your hands above his abdomen.

“Would it be okay if I check?” you asked, tilting your head to point at him “I mean, I have to check you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

This was a huge contrast from everyone else he had talked to in the TVA, everyone had been at least rude, manipulative, or cruel and straight up life-threatening at some point. But at most you had teased him, you seemed genuinely wanting to help, and for some unknown, unexplained reason didn’t feel threatened by you at all.

Loki hesitated, and then nodded. He moves over so you can reach all of his wounds.

“You should know that being touched by someone else is not an experience I give just anyone, but it is preferable to remaining injured.” He says, a bit of vulnerability creeps into Loki’s voice, a rare sight. “Do what you must, please.”

“Okay,” you smiled at him, “thank you for the trust.”

That last comment stirred up something within him, did he trust you? He had just met you but being thanked for it was oddly pleasant.

“Does it hurt particularity bad here?” you asked, prodding, and poking around, gently squeezing his sides and ribs.

Loki flinches at the prodding and poking but holds still. He’s clearly nervous about your actions, and his hands are tight fists in his lap.

“N-No…” he stuttered through gritted teeth.

Which would’ve been concerning had it not been fore the smile crawling up his lips.

“I guess that discards broken ribs” you smiled, biting back the urge to tease him.

“I take it I’m not as much as an odd variant?” Loki asked, and you shook your head. “Well, that’s a pity… I thought I was special.”

“Not special? I strongly differ. Asgardian speed to heal never ceases to amaze me, I mean look at this! A blast from Tony Stark’s repulsors, a fight with Thor, an explosive arrow from a flying vehicle, and Hulk just whacking you around like a ragdoll” you said excitedly. “And look, almost every sever injury is already healed on its own! It’s almost as if your body knows what to heal first based on how critical the injure is!”

You kept pressing, squeezing, and poking Loki around, fully fascinated pointing out how healthy he seemed, only making Loki flinch more, sometimes with pain, sometimes with what felt like tickles. He did his best to keep his composure but sooner than he realizes it, he is taking in a few quick, shallow breaths, biting back to stop himself from laughing.

You chuckle softly, standing up to grab something from the cabinet on the corner.

“So, being super ticklish is a Loki thing, huh?” you grinned, almost as if you were not trying to tease him at all, “Sorry, I’ve never been so close to a Loki before, this is a fascinating opportunity!”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well, usually the variants aren’t here for long…” you said sadly, “And I’m sad to say I’ve never been assigned to a case involving you so… Never got the chance to study the god of mischief firsthand…”

Under normal circumstances, Loki would have teased you, flirted with you just for the sake of embarrassing you, or just mocked you. But nothing of this situation was normal.

“How come?” Loki asked.

“Well… Loki variants are high rank cases,” you admitted “and it’s very had to climb your way to the top without leverage given there’s not much growth opportunity in here… So, I am assigned to safer cases… It’s good, but… there’s no… excitement…”

Then something clicked, the reason why Loki was sent to the break room and not the infirmary, why you treated his wounds rather than a doctor, why Mobius sent you to him, proving you could manage being with a Loki could help you rise through ranks. If you realized this as well, you didn’t show, you just seemed to focus on treating his wounds and studying.

“That sounds boring” Loki pointed out.

“It’s not so b… Aaah… No, boring is the right word!” you said with a newfound anger, “Do you know how few of us Analysts get to go into the field like Mobius and see the universe, while the rest of us are stuck here learning through document and video files?!”

“Look at the little mouse” Loki snickered, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Wouldn’t you be angry in my place?” you complained.

“No, I would cause mischief and find a way out” Loki retorted with a cocky smirk. “Not that a goody-goody like you would know how...”

Loki smiled at the indignant look on your face as you returned to sit next to him. You huffed as you unscrewed the lid of tiny jar on your hands. As soon the lid came off, he got smacked in the face by the disgusting smell and his smiled disappeared.

“I’m gonna rub this on your bruises, it should help them heal faster, but it’s a bit smelly” you warned him to help him relax. But then a devilish smile appeared in your lips, “...although I doubt that will be the least of your concerns.”

Loki’s face takes on a look of mild panic as you grab the ointment. His breath quickens again, and his heart starts to beat quicker. Loki’s fingers wrap around the arm rest of the couch, clutching the cloth.

“I... N-no. I... don’t... Please don’t...” Loki tried reasoning with you, on the cusp of a nervous fit as he speaks.

“Don’t be a baby,” you smiled amusedly “it’s for your own good!”

You then proceed to gently rub circles the ointment in a bruise on his belly. Loki’s breath hitches. His body goes rigid as the ointment touches him. Loki is silent for a moment, until he lets out a tiny, surprised squeak. His cheeks look like tomatoes.

“You know, I’m considering staying here to tickle you for a while” you smiled as his giggling kept further slipping through his mouth.

“Y-y-y-you are awful!” he accuses you, though he has playful tone, rather than an offensive one.

Maybe this whole Time Variance Authority pantomime really was fun... just a little bit.

“I know, I know” you roll your eyes in amusement, “just take it like a big boy, you’re still badly bruised.”

You look up at him for a moment and smiles at his red faces and how poorly his containing his reactions.

“You can laugh you know? I won’t get mad at you as long as you let me patch you up” you mocked him, moving on to the next spot.

That teasy reassurance broke him. Maybe he found it funny, maybe it was that the new spot was below a particularly sensitive rib, or maybe he really wanted to take that opportunity to not have a lung bursting due to held back laughter. But the damn broke.

He lets out a small chuckle, just as you begin rubbing the ointment along another bruise. Loki’s body is again rigid, and he lets out a sharp breath as he does a final desperate attempt to keep himself together. But it proved too much, and he burst into bright bubbly laughter.

“Wahahait! Nohohot there!” he cackled.

The smile on your face grew bigger at his dorky laugh.

“Is that a smile?” you teased him “Is this all that takes to make the God of Mischief laugh, a few tickles?”

“You are a terrible nurse!” he cried, laughing a bit in spite of himself. “Thihihihihis is cruel!

“Wow, I knew being a drama king was just hard coded into you but... That was uncalled for, if I were a bad nurse, I’d do this—” You giggle as you use your other hand to tickle his armpit.

Loki jumped at the contact and let out an adorable yet incredibly undignified squeak. As he doubled over in laughter.

“AHHH! No! No! S-s-stop!” he squealed, “Stohohohohop!”

Loki tried to fight against his body’s response, but ever since he was a child his entire body collapsed when he was tickled, leaving him a maniac laughing mess, and perhaps… perhaps, he was having fun and he couldn’t stay serious even if he wanted to. He just collapsed against the couch laughing.

He probably couldn’t remember the last time someone tickled him, but he even then the list wasn’t longer than his brother and his parents when he was very little. And when said parents are both royalty and gods… well, the list pretty much reduced to Thor.

And deep down, he missed it, after all that had been happening. This silly thing was the most relaxing thing he’d experienced in a while. It made him feel… playful.

“Imagine how much faster New York would’ve been if the Avenger had just ti— EEEEK! Lohohohoki!”

Before you could finish that sentence, Loki had latched onto your sides and he squeezed, making you burst into giggles.

“I’m sorry little Analyst, that’s what you get for underestimating the God of Mis— ehehehe hehey!”

And almost as if you weren’t two adults in the office of a universal scale organization you had unleashed a tickle fight just like any pair of children in a playfield.

“Gihihive up Loki, Ihihihi know ahahahall your tickle spots” you giggled you kneaded his hipbones, making him holler.

“Dohohon’t be so suhuhure! Ihihi I’m stihihihihill stronger thahahan youhuhu!” he cried, pinching over your ribs.

“Dohohoho our worst!” you squealed defiantly.

“Ohoho... I intend to” Loki chuckled, as he pulled you to his lap so he could claw and wiggle his fingers against your stomach.

“Ehehe— hey!” you whined, kicking your legs as he tickled you. “Stohohop it!”

“Mmm, no I don’t feel like stopping” Loki purred against your ear. “Maybe I’ll tickle you until you go mad.”

“Ohoho yeah?!” you laughed as you used the closeness to squeeze his kneecap.

He barked out a laugh as you had gone to attack his legs, squeezing his knees, or scribbling your fingers underneath them. It made him want to just surrender, but a stubborn one he was, and it made him double over on effort. Poking and prodding all over your torso trying to find a bad spot.

And it made you laugh for sure, but not stop you. His damn prisoner jumpsuit was still wide open, exposing his stomach for your fingernails to gently scratch all over it.

“Stohohohop thahahat or I— Ahahaha w-wait wahahahait!” he laughed.

Being objective, it made it an even fight, you were in your element, based on your performance you probably knew every ticklish spot on his body and your clothes were more protection that his while he despite having the strength wasn’t used to any of not having his magic, or this place, so he just clumsily tried fight back.

“Cuhuhut it ouhuhut!” you squeaked.

“You cuhuhut it out!” he complained as he wiggled his fingers against your sides, drilling his fingers against them.

It proved more effective because your squirming became more violent. And before he noticed you had both tumbled down to the floor. Despite that indirectly announced the end of that, the absurdity of the whole situation was enough to make you both laugh again.

“Alright, alright, that was fun, but I really need you to let me finish patching you up” you scolded him playfully as you helped him to his feet.

“Fine” he smiled, as he sat back on the couch “I must admit, I didn’t expect anyone here to know the meaning of fun.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, not dignifying that with a response.

“I’ll be careful to try tickling you the least possible” you offered.

You refocused on rubbing the ointment on his bruises, which still very much tickled but not intentionally. Loki kept laughing and smiling with barely any restraint now. But in your defense, you had kept your word and it was bearable enough to keep a conversation with only an interrupting gasp or snicker here and there. He even complied rolling the pants’ leg to treat the most of his injuries from his ankles and legs.

You kept chatting with him, at first trying to make small talk, asking him about basic stuff like his thoughts on the building and dull topics, that sooner than later turned to events on Loki’s life. Going on about his sabotaging acts against humanity throughout history.

“… Okay, okay! But how did you keep convincing Switzerland to keep invading Liechtenstein?”

“Simple darling,” he bragged, “give them a —ehehe— give them enough time to forget, and make soldier get lost– hehe... enough.”

“But out of all the Realms what did you have against earth?” you chuckled. “You seemed to always pick on them quite a lot.”

“Surely you’d do the same to the planet the popularized the myth that you screwed a horse” Loki excused himself.

“Aww, no they didn’t” you grinned, “the horse did you, or should I remind who was the mother?”

Loki let out an undignified gasp as you burst out laughing.

“Oh, that’s low, even for a time bureaucrat” Loki said, with a smile he found himself incapable of suppressing.

He wouldn’t be caught dead saying it, but he actually liked this side of you, you seemed much less stiff than when you arrived, and… it was cute. Your nose scrunched up and your shoulders bounced at the pace of that stupidly self-satisfied laugh.

Who knows how long you two went on like this, often forgetting that you were here to cure him and just immersing in the conversation. And still… before he noticed, you had finished and were buttoning up his jumpsuit.

“There, it wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased him.

The person now sitting before him seemed completely different to who walked in. More relaxed, witty, sarcastic, and funny.

“You are the worst nurse...” he grumbled, but there’s a clear note of pleasure in his voice.

“Ohoho... You just love getting yourself in trouble, your majesty” you gave him a last tickle on side before standing up. “Now all you need is time to heal.”

Loki stares up at your, breathing heavily after your last tickling. He’s still trying to keep a straight face when he speaks but it’s impossible. He lets out a tiny breathless laugh, and he sits up fully, and his head just drops back into the couch in mild exhaustion. His breath speeds up a bit and the smile on his face turns into a wide, toothy grin.

“Yes, doctor” he smiled cockily.

“I’ll bring you a clean uniform so you can take a shower and freshen up.” You said as you walked to the door, “You should be a… large, given how tall you are…” you offered gently. “You rest for a bit. I’ll take care of it.”

The way your hospitality moved him was scary. But Loki’s temper just subdued.

“I... thank you...” he said, almost in a whisper, “for everything.”

You looked at him. And for a moment, Loki would’ve sworn something in your gaze faltered, it looked almost regretful. But it vanished to that warm inviting smile you had earlier.

“Welcome to the TVA” you smiled.

“Alright Loki” Mobius patted him on the back, “Go get yourself patched up, we’ll start in the morning.”

“The morning?” Loki asked unsure, “There are mornings here?”

Mobius just laughed.

“It’s figurative speech, look, I’ll take you to the doc’s Office myself” he mocked him, “I don’t want the entire department pitying you. You look awful.”

“Good luck in there” Mobius teased, “I’ll see if I stop by with a get-well balloon or something.”

And he left the god to his luck. Right in front of a door with a sleeping face. Loki simply scoffed and knocked on the door before opening. And he had to admit that the sight was quite welcoming.

“Okay Mobius what did you need me to— O-Oh… you’re…” you muttered, “you’re the Loki variant everyone’s talking about.”

“How long was I out?” Loki asked, “Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?”

“Of course, he did” he huffed.

“Well, yeah… Although I assumed one of the Minute-Men needed help” you said politely. “But I can help you if there’s something you need from me.”

“You could take me to the Time-Keepers, that’d pull a smile on my face” Loki snarled.