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Movie Night and a Scheme

Pairing: Mobius M Mobius x Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Summary: Mobius and Loki have an ongoing movie night which Loki uses to his advantage.

Warnings: Fluff and yearning over here!

Word Count: 2069

a/n: @lokiscepter wrote an amazing post of Lokius headcanons and gave me permission to write a fic about their headcanon that Mobius loves movies, but is scared of horror films so he cuddles with Loki. Their blog is amazing! check them out!

MY MASTERLIST

Loki was lounging back in his chair at his TVA cubicle, tossing balled up wads of paper at the waste basket which was situated right next to the chair of his now thoroughly annoyed neighbor. Loki was curious how many intentional misses it would take for his neighbor to spark protest.

When the red flush creeping up the back of his neighbor's neck grew to a strong tomato color, Loki was interrupted by Mobius walking through the aisle between the desks shaking his head.

“And I thought I could leave you alone for a few days without you stirring up trouble,” Mobius said, in a tone of fake exasperation.

“You didn’t really believe that,” Loki said with a devilish smile, “Do you have a new case for us?”

Mobius’ cheeks flushed slightly, “Not exactly, I had something else in mind.”

Loki’s heart fluttered. The two had been dancing around each other since they met, Loki was just waiting for Mobius to make a move - a god doesn’t ask, he is asked.

“I need help bringing in some new furniture to my apartment,” Mobius explained and Loki’s heart sank.

“Oh, you need a favor,” Loki said, dejected.

“If you’re up for it,” Mobius said. He shuffled on his feet, “I can provide dinner and a movie as payment.”

“Movie?” Loki asked, unfamiliar with the term.

“That’s right, you come from a culture of live theater instead of home video,’ Mobius said, “You’ll love this, it’s like live theatre and magic for entertainment right in your own home.”

Loki thought for a moment, and shrugged. He stood up and gestured for Mobius to lead the way, “After you.”

Turns out, there wasn’t much to move in actually. There was a new TV that Mobius had somehow managed to get into the TVA and that was it. Loki couldn’t understand why Mobius needed any help with it, but he didn’t mind the excuse to spend more time with him, especially after missing him the last few days.

Mobius enthusiastically explained to Loki the history of Midgardian home video and how he had been on the hunt for a good TV to complement his ever growing collection of films. He’s previous TV apparently did not do the films justice.

Mobius presents a simple dinner for Loki and the two chat casually over the meal, falling back into comfortable rhythms after a few days apart. Loki never thought he’d enjoy someone else's company as much as he enjoyed Mobius’. He promised himself years ago that he’d never come to depend on another person, so it surprised him to realize just how much he actually did enjoy the fact that Mobius had become a pillar in his life.

Then Mobius introduced him to Midgardian movies, and Loki was hooked. The drama, the intrigue, the style, what not to love? They started Loki’s film education with “Singing in the Rain” and Loki, rather begrudgingly at first, admitted that the Midgardians may have contributed something worthwhile to the universe after all.

This is how their weekly movie night started.

Mobius’ collection was respectable, but sparse. Artifacts were often hard to come by, and even harder to keep on a personal level. Each piece of his collection meticulously cared for and given a special place of honor.

Loki found the excuse to spend more personal time with Mobius a special delight. And while he loved the films themselves, he especially loved to watch Mobius’ reactions to them. Mobius reacted with his whole body to everything they watched. He cried when Andy and Red reunited on the beach at the end of “The Shawshank Redemption”, and he cheered triumphantly when Indiana Jones dodged a giant boulder..

This made it very clear when they hit a movie that put Mobius on edge and outside of his comfort zone. Loki was perusing the collection, looking for something that they hadn’t seen to catch his eye. His slender fingers stopped over the cover of a film called “Psycho” and he smiled.

“This sounds like fun,” Loki said, presenting his choice to Mobius.

Mobius’ face went blank and a little pale before he answered with a shaky voice, “Are you sure you want that one?”

Loki smiled devilishly, “Yes.”

Mobius nodded and avoided Loki’s gaze as he took the movie and set it up on the screen. He continued to avoid eye contact as the film started to play and Loki draped a blanket over their legs across the couch.

As the weeks had gone on, Loki became more comfortable in Mobius’ apartment. He had migrated from a chair in the corner to a spot right in the middle of the couch, sprawled out with no qualms about invading Mobius’ personal space.

By moving closer, inch by inch, he had given Mobius the chance to make a move should he gather the courage. He wouldn’t admit how badly he wanted one of these nights to end differently than him trudging back to his own quarters alone and frustrated.

Loki was very aware of Mobius' reaction to this film “Psycho” and Loki couldn’t quite figure out why. Early on, after the unsettling opening credits, it just seemed to be a film about a thief, which Loki was enjoying, but Mobius was quiet and, withdrawn on himself.

“Do you not like this film?” Loki asked him when Mobius flinched when the young woman checked into the motel.

“It’s one of the greatest films ever made,” Mobius said, a shake in his voice.

“That didn’t answer my question,” Loki pointed out.

“Horror movies are a unique genre and I admire them, this one is especially well made and I-I suppose, yes I do like it,” Mobius explained.

“Horror?” Loki asked.

“You’ll see,” Mobius said as the young woman on the screen turned on the shower.

“And horror movies scare you, even though they can’t hurt you?” Loki asked, genuinely interested, though his tone had a laugh within it.

“I’m not scared,” Mobius said, his voice ringing with false confidence.

As Marion Crane was stabbed to death, Mobius reached out instinctively and gripped Loki’s hand on top of the blanket.

Loki was distracted from the film as he felt the electricity shoot through him from Mobius’ touch. He desperately needed to know if Mobius felt the same as he did. The un-spokenness of it all was becoming unbearable.

He turned to Mobius to ask him, but found him staring fully locked into the events unfolding on screen. His heart sank when he realized that Mobius reaching for his hand had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the frightening events on screen.

Loki didn’t let go of Mobius' hand though, instead he gripped it back and let him use him as he needed. Loki was in far too deep and he knew it and was willing to accept whatever touch he could get at this point.

It did also give him an idea. Mobius was always on the hunt to improve his collection, so Loki decided he should probably help him grow his inventory, and help himself in return by ensuring the films were all of the horror variety.

So Loki’s secret mission went underway and he scavenged the timeline for spare horror films. After longer than he had hoped, he found exactly what he was looking for. He found a double feature disk that contained both “Halloween” and “The Thing” which he brought back to the TVA with a huge grin on his face.

Loki sauntered to Mobius’ cubicle, his prize in hand, and leaned over Mobius who was staring intently at an open folder. He slipped the disk in front of Mobius’ file right underneath his perfectly imperfect nose.

“I found you something for your collection,” Loki said.

“Two horror classics, one package,” Mobius said, his voice deliberately steady.

“Shouldn't be a problem to schedule a double feature, I take it?” Loki asked with a devilish smile.

Mobius clears his throat and squeaks out a gentle, “Nope.”

Loki gestures for Mobius to get up and follow him, but Mobius stays in his chair.

“I’ve actually got quite a lot of work left to do here, maybe some oother time,” Mobius said, not looking at Loki.

“After all the effort I went to to find this, this is how you repay me,” Loki said, his face in an exaggerated frown. He was not holding back any ounce of the sympathetic looks he knew had worked so well on Mobius in the past.

Mobius sighed, “Fine, you’re buying takeout on the way for dinner.”

Loki clapped his hands together in triumph and helped pull out Mobius’ chair for him and lead him out of the office.

Back at Mobius’ apartment they settled in to watch “Halloween” while they ate takeout. Mobius handled himself rather well during the film, much to Loki’s disappointment. Though he enjoyed the movie and thought it was quite good, it didn’t get the reaction from Mobius that Loki had been counting on. The food must have kept him distracted enough during the scares Loki guessed, he’ll be sure not to make that mistake again.

Then it was time for “The Thing” and Loki knew he was on the right track with this one. From the second the movie started, Mobius was fidgeting in his seat and he turned down the candy Loki offered him - these movie nights had given Loki quite an affinity for Migardian sweets.

Loki shuffled himself closer to Mobius’ side and casually draped his arms across the back of the couch. The movie started and if Loki hadn’t been so preoccupied following every subtle movement and reaction of Mobius’ body, he’d probably be rather scared by the movie. It was disturbing and thrilling, but not as entertaining as Mobius trying desperately to pretend he wasn’t absolutely terrified.

Loki watched as Mobius bit his bottom lip and winced when the doctor prepared the defibrillator. He actually turned to his head when the Thing bit his arms off and the blood spurted. When he turned his head he was actually tucked under Loki’s arm, but not quite yet touching him.

Loki’s breath hitched at the closeness of their bodies and as subtly as he could, closed the distance by dropping his hand to Mobius’ shoulder. After the briefest pause, and the arrival of a melting human-spider hybrid of horrors, Mobius crashed himself completely into Loki’s side allowing himself to be held by him. Loki wrapped Mobius in his arms for the rest of the film, a smug smile on his face knowing that his plan had worked just as intended.

When the credits rolled, neither of them moved from their cuddled position on the couch. Loki softly pressed his lips to the top of Mobius’ head, his grey hair soft to the touch. He inhaled the scent of him and lost himself in the smell of the man he had grown to love but to whom he had not yet admitted that to.

Mobius turned his head up to lock eyes with Loki and Loki saw the chance he’d been so desperate for so long. He used his slender fingers to tilt Mobius’ chin up slightly and pressed their lips together, feeling the softness of Mobius’ lips against his more divine than he ever could have imagined.

Mobius’ hand snaked up Loki’s throat, his thumb gentle across Loki’s Adam's apple before it continued up to grip the back of his head and tug gently on his black hair. Loki softly moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth and guiding his tongue across Mobius’ bottom lip.

Mobius pulled Loki into his lap so he was straddling him, their foreheads pressed together, eyes wanting as they gazed at each other. Loki brushed his nose against Mobius’ crooked one as Mobius smiled up at him, his hands tracing lazy patterns along Loki’s side.

“About time you made a move,” Mobius said with a chuckle.

“Me?” Loki asked with a tone of surprise, “I’ve been waiting on you!”

Mobius shook his head, “I know. Which is why I had to wait you out. I knew you’d run out of patience eventually.”

Loki shook his head with a chuckle. He couldn’t even bring himself to be annoyed though. He just kissed Mobius again, and again, and again. He’d never stop doing that for as long as Mobius would have him, he’d be right here.

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