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samsayswhatever · 4 months
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Think of the Mobius variants
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Think of the fanfiction, my god
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likely-lowkey-loki · 5 months
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excuse me while I cry forever because
the Mobius that Loki went back and visited
in the time theater
did not know why he hesitated to prune the little boy who was swimming
but he couldn’t do it
because the little boys reminded him of sean and kevin
the boy he needed to prune was like his troublemaker youngest child
so
even after a mind wipe
even after Protocol 42
maybe after multiple memory wipes
he remembered his sons
because no metter what, he was a father
and now he goes back to look at where he came from
and sees his prime playing happily with sean and kevin
and it all makes sense to him
he knows that it was not weakness that made him hesitate that day
it was love
and loki shouldered that burden for him forever
for sylvie forever
for the entire TVA for all time always
do you get why i am so insane for this show
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"Time & the Trickster"- MASTERLIST A MCU/Doctor Who crossover
by ijuststareatstuffhereok89
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One last-ditch effort to prevent his total sacrifice at the TVA sends Loki careening through the Timelines until he finds what may be the strangest one of all: one where there is only one Realm, gods and heroes are but the subjects of stories, and Loki is nothing more than a silly character played by a rather dashing actor. His only hope comes in the form of the first person he meets, who suggests a mysterious mad Doctor might be his only chance to return home. 
PAIRING: eventual Loki x Reader, hinted Ten x Rose Tyler GENRE: Time-Travel Adventure, Romance, Some Smut CONTENT WARNING (DNI, 18+ ONLY): some elements of smut, character betrayal, anti-Sylvie, more to come
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Prologue: The Stone 1- A Birthday Surprise 2- Window to the World 3- The Doctor and I 4- The Magic I Can Do 5- Boston 6- Two If By Sea 7- A Titanic Setback 8- For Now 9- Look Up 10- Green Sky in the Morning 11- London 12- The Three Time Lords --Coming Soon! 13- Those of Us Left Behind 14- Sylvie's Choice 15- Journey's End Epilogue
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sun-attempts-to-write · 2 months
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Just a Little Longer
He really should go. He needs to save this, all of this, them, but.... he has all of time at his fingertips, so what does it matter if he goes back just one more time? One more time. Too see him. To sit with him one last time. With His Mobius. His Mobius that knows him. That really knows him. "I mean, you're the God of Mischief, right?" His heart nearly stops as his eyes land on Mobius. This is the first time since this has all started that he's let himself stop and sit like this with Mobius. Let himself stop at all really. But the sight of him makes Loki's heart ache knowing what he must do. That he must leave him. He doesn't want to. He really doesn't. But this isn't about him. About what he wants. No, this is about them, his friends. His new family. It's about Him. Mobius. His best friend. The only one who's ever truly seen him, ever truly understood him and known him. He has to do this for Mobius. He owes him that much. "Loki?" Loki is brought back to the moment, focusing in on where he is. The cafeteria with Mobius. Mobius looks concerned and Loki hates it. "You okay there, pal?" Loki forces a thin lipped smile on his face, nodding quickly. "Yes, yes. Perfectly fine." "You sure about that? You went blank there for a second." Loki's eyes drop to the pie in front of him, poking the pie with his spoon. It's a wonder how Mobius can eat it with how incredibly awful it tastes, but he guesses when you've never been given the chance to try something better, of course you would think this was good. Loki doesn't know what to say to him. His mind has gone blank. He hadn't come up with a plan when he decided to come to this moment in time. Loki had just really wanted to see Mobius. "I-. Just... No one has ever said it that way before." "Said what?" Loki's eyes drift back up to Mobius, meeting his confused, but curious and kind gaze. He fights back a blush as he sucks in a deep breath. "Called me the "God of Mischief" as if it were a good thing." It was true. No one had ever called him that and meant it kindly. No, it was always with rage, ire. Except for Mobius. He had said it so fondly, looking at Loki as if it was a good thing. As if it was something to be proud of. Mobius watches Loki, searching his eyes. He could tell something was off, though he wasn't sure what. What he did know was that Loki needed him. He could see it in his eyes, in his face. Something there was screaming for his help. He speaks softly, carefully. "It is a good thing. You're a mischievous little scamp. The God of Mischief. I mean, it's who you are." "And who I am.... that's a good thing? You like who I am?" Their eyes meet, silence filling the room. Loki's heart is pounding in his ears. He hadn't meant to say that. Not for it to sound that way at least. He could go back so he hadn't said it, but what was the point? It's not like Mobius will remember this anyways. And this way.... this way he'll know.
Mobius's heart nearly stops at the question. He doesn't mean-... Does he? Mobius's mind and heart races as he meets Loki's gaze. He knows the answer to his question, no matter what way he means it. It's the same answer and it's a very simple one. "I do. You know I do. I mean... we wouldn't be here if I didn't." Loki's heart soars, a small smile growing on his face as his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. He can't take his eyes off of Mobius. "No. I suppose we wouldn't." Loki's voice is the softest he's ever spoken, so filled with his love and fondness for Mobius. One of the truest statements ever spoken. He really wouldn't be here without Mobius. Mobius is the reason he's alive. Why he feels alive too. Without Mobius.... Loki's eyes trace over the features of Mobius's face, trying to commit it to memory. Though, Loki doesn't think he'll ever be able to forget a single thing about Mobius. His voice, his kind eyes, and sweet smile. The soft touch from his hands as he guides him through the halls or holds him steady. Or the strength of his arms wrapped around him in a hug. Suddenly all Loki wants is to be wrapped in Mobius's embrace. "Me too." "Me too? Think you could be a little more specific?" Mobius teases him lightly with a soft smile gracing his face. He wants to reach out to Loki. Just grab his hand. Hold it. Let Loki know he's here. That he knows. He understands even if he may not know what's going on with him right now or what's going on inside his head. Loki chuckles, blush deepening as he looks away feeling embarrassed, his stomach doing flips. "I-...." Loki's voice cuts off, leaving the words unsaid. "If only you could be in my mind, would you understand just how deep my love for you runs? How beautiful you are to me? How I can't explain it all? It's just you. Just you," he thinks. Loki takes a deep, shuddering breath, heart hammering in his chest. This is it. He's going to tell him. He has too. He has to tell him at least once. Mobius deserves to hear it. "There are no words, Mobius. No words to explain to you the depth of my feelings towards you. So many words and so many languages and none of it would ever be enough to explain to you the depth of my devotion. To explain how deeply you've embedded yourself within my being. There is no me without you. I can't-..." Loki's fists clench, eyes squeezing shut. He feels tears in his eyes and he tries so hard to will them away, but it's useless. He sniffles as tears begin to roll down his cheeks. "Hey." Loki jumps, his eyes opening wide as he feels a light touch across his cheek. His gaze lands on Mobius. Mobius has moved so much closer, his hand now resting on his cheek, thumb wiping away Loki's tears. The touch is so soft. Tender. Loki can't remember the last time he was touched like this. Like he was something to be cared for. He can't help it when he lunges forward, burrowing himself in Mobius's arms. His arms are tight around him, holding onto him as if his life depended on it. Loki never wanted to let go. Mobius immediately wraps his arms around Loki, holding him just as tight. He places a hand at the back of his head, holding it. "I love you too, Loki." Loki lets out a small sob, body trembling in Mobius's arms as he whispers those words, so softly into his ear, his hands holding him as if he were something to be cherished. It's almost too much for Loki. "I don't know what's going on. What happened or what's going on in that head of yours, but I'm here. I'm always here, Loki. I love you and I don't want you suffering by yourself. You don't have to. Not when I'm here." Loki wishes Mobius could help him solve everything. Fix all of it. But he knows it's useless. There's nothing they can do to change what has to happen. But he doesn't have to do it just yet. He can stay here in Mobius's embrace for a just a little while longer. Just a little longer.
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mischievous-thunder · 5 months
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Loki: I've got a new shirt. It says "I'm F*cking the God of Mischief".
Hunter B 15: Uh... I think the words got misplaced. Shouldn't it be "I'm THE F*cking God of Mischief"?
Mobius, tiredly: No. He's got it for me.
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rins-love-wins · 5 months
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Fluff fanfiction is a way to hug and reassure loved ones who do not exist in reality.
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These two really need a hug.
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art-ro-vert · 3 months
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Uh, another angsty Lokius thought 😫
Everyone writes about post-canon reunion, where Loki comes back and he and Mobius declare their feeling for each other. And they live happily ever after!
But let me present a version where that does not happen..
They get Loki back and they have an emotional reunion with Mobius, hugging each other and crying, but what if no one shares how they really feel ? (I personally think it is more in character)
The last things Mobius knows is that Loki took Sylvie’s side in the argument and then disappeared into the tree. He has no idea that Loki defended him, that he cared for him and that he wanted to give Mobius a choice.
So, Mobius has a very good reasons to suppress his feelings. He might think that Loki is still into Sylvie. And he values their friendship so much that he will never put it at risk. So basically he won’t say anything if that means that they could be at least friends.
On the other hand, we have Loki. Who has been watching and hearing Mobius, seeing his grief and pain. I highly doubt though that Mobius ever directly declared that he loves Loki even when he was alone. But even if he did, that does not mean Loki would immediately make the first step when he is back.
A few reasons:
1. Loki is still insecure, he might think that he is not the best end game for Mobius. And that would be enough for him to stay quiet, giving Mobius the chance to find someone else, someone better.
2. He might think that if he initiates anything with Mobius it will be like taking the choice from him. He wanted to give Mobius the right to decide about his life, he might want Mobius to be the one who decides if they are friends or lovers. And he would be patient with it for internity.
3. Depending on how fast they get Loki back, Mobius might start to move on apparently. What if a lot of time passes and Mobius starts to enjoy life little by little? Meeting people, traveling, eating pies? If Loki gets a chance to see that Mobius is moving on without him, he might want to keep his distance even when he is back. Again, to give Mobius the opportunity to live the life he chose.
So, yeah. They would have an emotional reunion. But I think after they will keep the distance and not really know how to approach each other.
Mobius might continue miserably living on the timeline to give Loki space with Sylvie in the TVA. While Loki would avoid visiting Mobius not to be pushy and let him choose his life.
A lot of pining and self-loathing as you might imagine…
Loki taking Mobius’ old room in TVA, smelling his forgotten shirt and thinking that he is doing the right thing even if it hurts.
And Mobius being sure that Loki is with Sylvie, while trying to make himself enjoy life with a broken heart.
I think it would be Sylvie who will drive them together in the end, cuz she will get enough of their misery.
Thoughts?
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dreamycloud · 3 months
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New chapter is live on AO3–HAPPY NEW YEAR, Y’ALL!!! 🌶️✨
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In which Mobius takes Loki (and his new dog Alioth) back to his bungalow on the timeline for a little R&R ;) The god and the analyst have a lot of catching up to do and this time, they won’t be disturbed.
Also uh good news: there will still be two more chapters before the fic ends. I couldn’t squeeze the other timelines in this new chapter so it’ll get its own chapter ✨
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cadmuslabs777 · 3 months
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[Int. Interrogation Room]
Ravonna: Mobius, I need you to focus. You were the only analyst on the scene. What else can you tell me?
Mobius: ...I don't know, Von. He... He looked very distressed. He desperately needed me to recognize him, but...
Ravonna: But...?
Mobius: I swear, I've never seen him before. All we know is his name was Loki-
Ravonna: Mobius.
The tone is harsh. Mobius stops and looks at her, confused: Yes?
Ravonna: How do you know this variant's name?
Mobius: What? What do you mean? He... He said-
Ravonna: Mobius. None of the reports made by the hunters mention a name. He never said it.
Mobius: No, that can't- Then why do I know his name?
Silence. Ravonna is typing on her tempad.
Mobius expression changes, he's still confused, but instead of being scared and fumbling for explanations, he becomes angry. He looks at her sternly.
Mobius: Ravonna? Why do I know his name?!
She's still not answering. Not even looking at him. Miss Minutes pops up by her side with a "Hey, y'all! Doc's on the way!".
Mobius gets agitated. Metal tendrils emerge from the armrest of the chair he's sitting and hold him in place. Others emerge from under the chair and wrap around his legs when he tries to kick the table.
Mobius: WHY DO I KNOW HIS NAME, RAVONNA?! WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING ME?! WHY DO I REMEMBER HIS-
Something clicks inside of him, a realization. He frowns.
Mobius: W-why...
But it's too late to get any answers. The doors to the interrogation room open and a person dressed in a lab coat enters rolling in a small cart with a strange looking machine on top. It stops next to a shell shocked Mobius who's panting and looking at nothing.
Miss Minutes: Oh, there you are, Doc!
[End Scene]
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pluviophile-a · 5 months
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if anyone else is feeling deprived of lokius lately, go read this
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it’s amazing.
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kepkepkepkep · 4 months
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I want someone to write a lokius fic of all the boring, mundane parts of life along with the passionate, romantic moments like I want a realistic and healthy relationship that isnt dripping with angst but isn't void of it either PLEASE GIVE ME ONE REALISTIC RELATIONSHIP!!!!!!! but make it lokius cause yeah
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samsayswhatever · 4 months
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Just saying - the writers made it hard for us Lokius shippers, but I still have hope 💚
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what would you bc for a lokius wedding??? theme, setting, songs, ect..!
Thanks!
THEME:
Something that combines several different time periods as well as Asgardian and Jotun culture.
(I don’t have any pics for this part lmao)
SETTING:
BEACH SETTING, OBVIOUSLY!!! THEY NEED TO RIDE JETSKIS AT THE RECEPTION!
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OUTFITS:
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Loki would wear a black wedding dress, fight me.
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Mobius is about to look like the KFC man but you know what
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Loki’s bridesmaids would have a green dress. No question. Sylvie would probably be the maid of honor.
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MOBIUS’S GROOMSMEN!!!!
FOOD:
Cracker Jack. Loki insists that it tastes like ash, but Mobius likes it, so they don’t mind.
Candy. So much candy.
SALAD
THE CAKEEEEE
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peterbarnes · 5 months
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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 2
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 4k
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: She's a long one - thanks for your patience. In this chapter, we dig deeper into the reader and Sylvie's unique relationship dynamic. Lowkey proud of the character/relationship development.
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The chaos of the world faded away as he held you.
The TVA no longer shook, Mobius wasn’t running around like a madman with O.B., the universe wasn’t collapsing. How could it, when you were holding your universe so tightly you thought you would break his ribs? 
You had feared his anger, his resentment - mostly because you knew you deserved it. But Loki didn’t hesitate to gather you in his embrace, arms twisting tightly around you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“I missed you,” he whispered.
“I missed you, too,” you whispered back.
“I’m so sorry,” you both blurted simultaneously.
Loki pulled back from you, chuckling with that mischievous twinkle in his eye. 
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he said, caressing your cheek. “You were only doing what you thought was right.”
“So were you.”
“And, about Lamentis -” he started.
You knew what he really wanted to say: ‘About Sylvie.’
“Let’s not talk about that now,” you interrupted. 
The image of He Who Remains flashed through your head. The memory of him telling you about the nature of Loki and Sylvie’s relationship. All mere hours after Loki told you he loved you for the first time. You subconsciously rubbed your chest at the heartache. 
“We have time,” you continued. “Right, now I’m just happy to be back here.”
Loki’s smile faded to a grimace. You watched as anxiety invaded every inch of his body. He started to bite his nails, but you slapped them away from his face before he could do any damage. 
He shot you a look that read: really?
“Bad habit,” you told him.
As a distraction, you slipped your hands into his. He interlaced your fingers before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. 
“We might not have as much time as you think, my dear.”
Suddenly, the ground between you and Loki split open. The two of you shot back in opposite directions. The TVA shook violently underneath your feet. Your home was being destroyed in front of your eyes - monitors falling to the floor, screens cracking, windows shattering. 
The TemPad in your pocket shot out bright sparks. You shrieked, racing to grab it from your pocket and throw it aside. As soon as it fell to the TVA floor, it exploded, with pieces of metal flying everywhere. A piece of shrapnel was inches away from your face when it suddenly froze, surrounded by a bright green mist. Your eyes turned toward Loki whose hand was outstretched. 
“Nice catch,” you said.
The shrapnel fell to the ground, and Loki rushed over to you. He soothed his hand up and down your forearm, and a chill ran down your spine. 
Slowly, the ruckus in the TVA simmered until it eventually stood still. 
“I need to show you something,” Loki said softly. 
This can’t be good.
- – -
You stared out the glass of the observation room. Dox’s bombs had turned the timeline into a horrifying sight. Pieces of pure time floated away into the ether, the lives of those in it forever lost.
What if one of them was where you were originally from? Before the TVA kidnapped you and wiped your memories. You might’ve lost everything, and you wouldn’t have even known. 
“So you need He Who Remains’s aura?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the timeline.
“Yes!” Said the chipper voice of O.B., who stood behind you at one of the computers. 
“How are we supposed to find him? He didn’t exactly exist in the normal constraints of time. Is there even a past variant of him to find?” You ran circles in your head through all of the variables, all of the possibilities. Nothing made sense, not anymore. 
“Renslayer’s working with him - I heard them,” explained Loki. “Casey’s working to track her TemPad, so wherever - or whenever - we find her, we find him.”
“This is such a mind fuck,” you scoffed in frustration. 
“Tell me about it,” Mobius laughed. 
You jumped as the doors of the observation room opened, slamming against the wall. Casey ran in frantically, TVA guidebook in one hand, TemPad in the other.
“I found her.”
- – -
“I don’t mind a nice skirt, but this corset is eating me alive,” you wheezed, pulling at the fabric across your stomach.
“I, for one, think you look rather stunning,” Loki flirted, shooting you a wink.
“Charmer,” you teased.
“I can’t take you two anywhere,” Mobius groaned. 
The three of you stood in Gilded Age clothing on the streets of Chicago. While the 1800s were hardly your favorite era from the timeline, it was beautiful up close.
Mobius walked ahead, but your and Loki’s steps fell in sync. You linked your arm with his, briefly leaning your head on his shoulder.
“I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but -”
“Loki -”
“I need you to know how much you matter to me. You. No one else. Never anyone else,” he hollered loudly. Passerby stared at the two of you, whispering to one another. 
“Apologies,” Loki said to them, tipping his tophat. 
“I know you care about me Loki, but if you feel the same way for her…” you trailed off, unsure of what you would do. You didn’t even want to think about the possibility of his head turning. 
“I don’t,” he exasperated, as if the words pained him to hear. “I thought I was going to die on Lamentis. I’d faced death before, but there was always a way around it. There wasn’t then - I was staring into the face of an inevitable apocalypse. Neither of us were thinking straight and all I did was hold her hand. It was for comfort and reassurance. Not lust, not love, not even affection. All of my affections are reserved for you.”
He put his hand over his heart, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no hesitancy or distraction. The eye contact made you squirm internally, consumed by the bright blue swirls. 
“I believe you,” you whispered, softly smiling at him.
Loki’s eyebrows shot up, almost like he was startled.
“Really?” He asked in disbelief.
“Why is that so surprising?” You chuckled, pushing a stray strand of raven hair behind his ear. 
“People rarely trust my word,” he said, slowly grabbing your hand from his hair. “God of Mischief and all.”
“I trust you, Mischief,” you said.
I’ve never said that to anyone before. 
His eyes glazed over as he smiled at you. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.
“I trust you, too.”
“Hurry the hell up!” You heard Mobius yell from down the block.
You and Loki burst out into laughter. He rarely laughed - it was a beautiful melody to hear.  
“Come on then, lover,” you said, pulling on his hand. “We have a fugitive to catch.” 
- – -
The three of you had split up, searching the festival for any sign of Renslayer or He Who Remains. Loki and Mobius had wandered off to this magic show by a man named Victor Timely. You, however, decided to walk around the grounds, searching the ins and outs of the crowd. 
You smiled at the sighs. Children running freely, laughing with their friends. Families spending quality time together, sharing drinks and popcorn. Couples who got lost in their own little world. You wondered if Loki looked at you the way those men looked at their partners. 
Everyone looked so happy. At peace and unaware of the coming war. These were the people you had sworn to protect. It was one thing to watch over them from the prison that is the Citadel, but to see them face-to-face was glorious. 
A little girl with blonde hair parted into pigtails ran up to you and crashed into your legs, squeezing them tight. 
“Oh!” You startled, looking down at her. “Hello there.”
You bent down to the girl’s height and waved. She waved back with her chubby little fingers.
“Are you alright?”  
“She wants to see you,” the little girl said.
“Sorry?”
“She wants to see you,” the little girl repeated. She was so young, her teeth hadn’t even fully grown in. She smiled at you with her gums. “Go to the ferris wheel.”
“Who wants to see me?”
She opened her mouth, as if she was about to answer, but shut it quickly. She giggled before running off into the crowd. 
It was like the air had turned cold. Every bone in your body told you not to follow. 
Run. 
But, before your mind could come to a decision, your legs started to move. You ran after the girl, ducking and dodging between people. The girl ran up the steps of the ferris wheel, disrupting the line of people who were waiting to ride. You ran into a few of them, and could hear their angry calls from behind you. 
Once you reached the ferris wheel platform, you went to grab the little girl’s arm to stop her, but your fingers went right through her. You pulled your hand back, before reaching for her again. It wasn’t real - she wasn’t real. Then, she disappeared right between your fingers.
“I know illusions are more Loki’s thing, but I knew you sure as hell wouldn’t have followed me.”
You whipped around to see Sylvie leaning against the rail of the stairs. She looked different than the last time you’d seen her - which, coincidentally, was also when you tried to kill each other. She had grown her hair out into a mullet and ditched her traditional Loki armour for slacks and a long green jacket. 
“Well, you’re right about that,” you retorted. 
The air was tense between you, but you could tell she wasn’t here to fight. Her eyes held a level of despair and loneliness you knew all too well. She wasn’t even holding a knife, which was a rare occasion.
“I mean you no harm,” she whispered.
“I know,” you started. “Look, I’m sorry. About everything. That wasn’t how I wanted it all to happen.”
Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at you. You could’ve sworn you saw tears build up in her eyes, but she never let them fall. 
Stubborn girl.
“You don’t have to say it back,” you added. “I know you’re-”
“I’m sorry, too,” she blurted. 
“Is that the first time you’ve apologized to someone?” You asked, chuckling. 
Sylvie shrugged, unable to hide the smile on her face.
“I mean, I’m not sorry about trying to kill He Who Remains. After everything he did…to everyone, to me. What did you expect me to do - believe him, trust him?” she sighed, trying to contain her frustration. “But I shouldn’t have hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, you must know that.”
“I do,” you whispered, nodded profusely. “I shouldn’t have hurt you either.”
You walked toward the blonde, drawing her into a hug before she could protest. She didn’t hug you back, but she did drop her head onto your shoulder. 
I’ll take it. 
“I really am sorry about what happened,” Sylvie said, pulling back from the embrace, eyes pleading with you. “And I hope you don’t hate me for what I’m about to do.
“What -”
Suddenly, footsteps boomed up the stairs and screams pierced your ears. A man emerged from the line, tripping over the stairs, and falling onto the platform. He stood up clumsily before rushing over to you and hiding behind your shoulder.
“What are you doing?!” You scolded, shoving the man off you.
“Victor!”
The familiar voice echoed throughout the platform as Loki entered your view. He pushed past people, running over to you and the man, prying him off of you. Loki held the man up by his collar, towering over him.
“Don’t touch her,” Loki threatened. “You’re clearly very good at getting away-”
You caught a glint of emerald in your periphery. Sylvie had drawn a blade from thin air, pointing it at the throat of the clumsy man.
“Sylvie!” You and Loki both shouted.
Loki moved in front of the man, shielding him from his variant. He held his hands up, trying to reason with her.
“Sylvie, no,” he spoke. 
“You stay out of this,” she snapped.
Using her magic, she lifted the man and Loki off their feet. She threw them backwards into one of the ferris wheel cars. She marched over to them, with you right on her heels. The car door slammed behind you.
You ran over to Loki, who was lying on the floor, clutching his side. You slipped your arm around his torso, sitting him up. 
“Are you okay?” You asked, moving the hair out of his eyes.
He nodded, gripping your waist as he stood. 
“Just wait,” he said to Sylvie. “Just wait one second!”
The blonde woman inched toward her prey. 
“You’ve done enough,” she spat. “Now, get out of my face and let me finish my job.”
She swung her blade ferosiously toward Loki. Instinctively, you pushed him out of the way. The blade met your shoulder, cutting through your dress and across your skin. You cried out in pain, gripping your shoulder. Blood dribbled down the fabric of your arm, painting it a gruesome red.
Sylvie’s eyes widened, and she stepped back, dropping the blade to her side.
“No, no,” she whispered to herself. “I’m sorry.”
Loki looked at your arm in horror, and in a blind furry, summoned all his magic. With a flash of bright green, Sylvie had flown back into the window. The glass crunched at the impact, slowly cracking as she fell to the floor. 
Sylvie growled as she pushed herself to her feet. 
“When you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life,” she yelled at Loki. “You asked me what I would do if one of his variants turned up. And I told you then, I’d kill him.”
Confusion prickled your mind, and you knew you had missed a step. You turned to look at the strange man Sylvie had been trying to kill.
“Oh my god.”
You had been so distracted by the chaos, you’d never looked at him - really looked at him. Behind the glasses and the large hair, it was clear as day. He Who Remains stood before you.
“It’s not him,” Loki said. “[Y/N], my dear, meet Victor Timely.”
The strange man awkwardly adjusted his tailcoat before bowing his head at you.
“Pleasure,” he greeted. 
“Uh huh,” you said, frozen in shock.
“Look, Sylvie,” Loki said. “We need him. Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed.”
“Good. Let it burn. Do you care about anything but the TVA?”
“Of course I do!” He shot back, eyes flickering toward you. 
“The TVA,” Victor stuttered, grabbing something from inside his coat. 
He pulled out a small orange booklet and started flipping through the pages. The TVA guidebook.
“How did you get that?” You asked him. 
He didn’t get a chance to answer before Sylvie lunged at him again.
“I know you just want to be left alone to live a life on your branch,” Loki stopped her. “I understand that. But if the loom fails, and the TVA is destroyed, there won’t be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for anyone.”
Sylvie clenched her jaw. 
“It’s true,” you chimed in. 
Sylvie looked at you and you saw some of the fight disappear from her body. 
“We can’t fix this without him,” you continued. 
“Stopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very different things,” Sylvie told you. “And working with one of his variants is not going to get you either.”
It was like she was pleading with you, begging you to be on her side. But this wasn’t about sides - it’s life or death. 
“Your machete hasn’t solved any problems thus far,” Loki sassed, and you slapped him on the arm. 
“Cut it out,” you whispered. 
He raised his hands in surrender.
“Do you really think I want to be here?” Sylvie asked you genuinely. “Do you think I’m going to get any joy out of killing this man?”
“Of course not,” you shot back. “You’re doing this because you think you have to, but I’m trying to tell you that you don’t.”
Sylvie summoned the TVA guidebook out of Victor’s hands, holding it out to you.
“Where do you think he got this book?!” She cried out. “If you - the ultimate timekeeper - and the TVA hadn’t messed with him, he’d have remained harmless. But instead, you weaponized him!”
“I didn’t do this,” you asserted. “What are you talking about?”
“Renslayer set him on a path that he wasn’t meant for. And now you are waltzing him right back into the TVA. What, are you trying to get him to replace you? You finally realized you couldn’t hack it?”
“Watch it,” you spat, trying to act like she hadn’t hit a nerve.
“He’s the thief of all free will,” she whispered, her tone cold like ice. “The most dangerous man who ever lived.”
“I’ve never met him in my life!” You screamed at her. “He’s not He Who Remains. Just like you aren’t Loki.”
“You haven’t got a clue.”
Sylvie ran around you, swinging her blade at Loki and Victor. Loki used his magic to move you into the corner of the car, out of harms way. 
They were so quick in their movements you could barely see them fight. All you saw was swirls of green magic and wind rushing beneath Sylvie’s blade. 
At one point the two shot blasts at each other simultaneously. The intertwined magic exploded like a grenade. The windows shattered and glass rained down on you. You tried to shield your face, but weren’t quick enough to avoid the first few shards. They scraped at your face before falling to the floor.
You heard Loki yell as the force flung him and Victor from the car and down the platform stairs. You quickly ran to the ferris wheel platform, eyes widening in horror at Loki lying still in the dirt. 
“Loki!”
You ran toward him, dropping your knees into the dirt beside him. You were so focused on him, you didn’t notice Renslayer creep out of the crowd and run toward Victor. 
Bystanders started to surround the four of you, helping Victor and Loki to their feet. Murmurs of questions and concerns rung through the festival. 
“Are you alright?” You asked Loki, holding his cheek.
“Where is he?” Loki asked.
“Timely?” 
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure, I-”
A bright light flashed before you, Loki rushed in front of you, pushing you behind him.
“No fucking way.”
A retro-decorated Miss Minutes stood 20 feet tall before you. She laughed manically as the crowd of people screamed and ran from her in horror. She stomped after them, ripping down flags and lights and throwing them to the ground.
“You better run!” She shoutered in that southern accent.
“She has a lot of audacity,” you said to Loki, rolling your eyes.
“Tell me about it.”
Loki was shoved from the back, and you were about to whip around and yell at whoever did it, before Sylvie marched past him, body-checking his shoulder.
“This is your fault,” she said to him before walking away.
“Honestly!” He groaned in frustration. It was like watching two siblings fight.
“Don’t take it personally,” you tried. “She’s like a moody teenager.”
“Loki! [Y/N]!”
Mobius rode around the corner in a idiotically small tricycle. He patted the seat behind him, as if to say hop on.
“Fuck no.”
“Absolutely not.”
- – -
After running around Chicago for an hour to no avail, you had tracked He Who Remains and Renslayer to a small, wooden lab in Michigan. You walked through the orange glow of the TimeDoor to find Renslayer strapped with a pruning gun, as Victor cowered before her.
While Loki and Mobius shouted at her to stop, you had waited far too long to confront Renslayer to merely use words.
You charged at her, tackling her to the ground. The gun went off in the struggle, pruning random items around the room - a chair, an invention, a mannequin. 
“Get. Off!” Renslayer grunted below you. 
You drew your fist back and punched her right in the face. Renslayer shrieked and clutched her nose, which now had blood flowing from it and onto her cheek.
“You sent me to the void!”
You punched her again.
“You betrayed us!” 
And again.
“I actually thought you were my friend!”
Again.
“You tried to kill the man I love!”
Before you could punch Renslayer again, arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off her. You fought against the hold, twisting around to find it was Mobius. Loki simply stood by the door, beaming at you proudly. 
“That’s my girl.”
Ravonna lay on the ground, unarmed, slipping in and out of consciousness. She tried to push herself up on her forearms, but failed, falling back to the floor.
“You’ve lost your way, Renslayer,” you spat at her. “And you lost everything because of it.”
“You don’t know what it takes to lead,” Renslayer groaned between spits of blood. “You failed.”
You lunged at her again, but Mobius held you back.
“Think happy thoughts,” he tried to soothe. “Puppies, unicorns…jet skis.”
“I don’t know, Mobius, I think you should let her have another go.”
Sylvie appeared from behind you, drawing her sword from her side. She walked over to Timely who recoiled to a corner of the lab. Her blade scraped across the wood as she dragged it over to his quivering form. Loki went to stop her, but you threw your arm out, blocking him.
“Wait,” you told him. 
Something felt different this time.
Sylvie held her blade up at the man’s throat - just close enough to feel like a threat, but not strong enough to pierce skin. 
“Please,” Victor begged softly, looking up a Sylvie. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Oh, you will. You’ll do terrible things.”
“That isn’t me. You don’t know the heart I have beating in my chest,” a tear slipped down his face. “I can make my own choices.”
You watched as the words diffused into Sylvie’s mind.
I haven’t done anything. 
That isn’t me. 
I can make my own choices.
Victor Timely wasn’t He Who Remains. He was simply Victor Timely. And if Sylvie slaughtered him for something he could do, or someone he could become, wouldn’t that make her the same as those she despises? Wouldn’t that directly contradict the free will she preaches? 
“Come on, Sylvie,” you whispered to yourself. 
Sylvie’s bottom lip quivered and her grip on the sword wavered. She breathed heavily, as if she was at war with herself. Slowly, she turned and looked at you, a tear slipping down her cheek.
“Get him out of here.”
You nodded, retracting your arm and letting Loki rush forward. As him and Mobius gathered Victor, you walked toward the somber woman. You wiped the tear staining her cheek. 
“The right things are always the hardest to do,” you spoke. “But we must do them anyway.”
She leaned into your touch and closed her eyes, nodding slightly. 
Mobius opened a TimeDoor and instructed Victor to walk through. Loki followed him, glancing back at Sylvie.
“Don’t make me regret this,” she told him.
“I won’t,” he said before disappearing through the door, Mobius tailing after him.
“What are you going to do with Renslayer?” You asked Sylvie, nudging your head to the woman sprawled across the floor.
“I’m going to take her somewhere she can’t hurt anyone.”
A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, and you wondered if you’ve ever shared a moment that wasn’t at least slightly uncomfortable. 
“Be safe, Sylvie,” you told her, touching her shoulder. 
You walked away. And you didn’t look back.
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mynameistocool · 4 months
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YOU ARE A PROBLEM…
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Summary: You were a senior in college and after dropping out for year due to stress and you inability to actually do any work you were behind while all your friends were off travelling the world and moving on with their lives you were left in Cleveland Ohio but it wasn’t all bad you did baby sit a grey haired, jet ski loving single father kids for the money or maybe it was because you just wanted to see him but who can blame you I mean look at him…
Mobius m Mobius/Fem reader
Warnings : age gap
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You were sat waiting and waiting for, slowly looking at the clock. You really should be home doing your preps work or anything to do with studying as of right now, but when Mobius asked you to baby sit his kids, so he can go out to some funding gala, you couldn’t say no, after all it is mobius. 
You heard the click of the front door open, and you quickly stood up, making your way round to greet the grey haired man, “Hi Mr M and Mr….” You looked at the other man beside him, “Ronnie” he walked forward, grabbing your hand and shaking it. Mobius turned round, smiling at the sight in-front of him.
“Did you enjoy your gala ?” You asked, looking over the man, his grey hair tussled on his head in his brown suit and tie, “it was alright, you know, not really my thing.” He laughed, which made you smile, “oh…well Shaun and Kevin are already in bed, they fell asleep a couple of hours ago.” You gave him a fake salute, “oh really, thank you.” He chuckled, “hey, let me call in Ronnie, and I’ll drop you off home.” He opened the door, shouting over to Ronnie, who quickly made his way back inside. 
“Go jump in the car.” He nodded his head outside, and you accepted… quickly.
You sat waiting in the car, your hands clawing at your thighs as you waited for Mr M you noticed how nice his car was. It was a pretty decent car for a man who worked at a jet ski store, you think that what he did ? You weren’t too sure you spoke to him sure, but not enough to know about his life and besides, he never really mentioned himself. It was always you always asked how your studies were, how your mom was doing and your dog… 
You snapped out of your daydream when you saw Mobius heading to his car. He raised his hand, bidding a small goodbye to Ronnie while twirling his keys between his long slender fingers, your eyes scanned up his body the way his fitted shirt hugged his chest and stomach. He was so…
“Hey, you got everything ?” He quickly smiled, sliding into the driver seat. “Yeah yeah.” You answered back with a sweet smile, “ohh, just you were staring at the house.” He chuckled, staring up at the car, “just spacing out.” You gave him a nervous laugh. 
“So what, how’s college ?” You were in fourth year at college and, to be fair, you dropped out for a year, so you were currently twenty threes years of age just doing a bit of baby sitting on the side for “the money”.
“It’s good, got plenty of work to do as you know,” you replied, staring out the window, trying not to look at him. “Hmm I would say yes, but I haven’t been to college in a while” he laughed once more, his deep and contagious laugh. 
“How’s your mom, she good ?” He asked, trying to fill the silence, “yeah, she’s good. She is doing a bit better, got over that awful shitty cold, and now she’s back at work.” You answered his repeated questions, your attention on the way his hands clasped the steering while the over rested on his thigh, rubbing it slowly, a nervous habit of his which had your cheeks flushing. 
“Good, I saw her a couple of weeks ago at the store. She didn’t look too well and when you said about her, I just well I wanted to know how she was doing” he gave you a small shrug “why ? Do you want to date her ?” It came out your mouth quickly with a sort of jealous tone behind it, you couldn’t even register what you said before mobius looked at you, his eyes squinting at your blushing face, a small smirk on his plump rosy lips. 
“What ? No” he turned his attention back to the road, “I was just asking… are you feeling okay ?” He took another glance at you, “I’m fine Sir” sir ? Sir ? Where did that come from ? 
“Sir” he laughed, “I know I’m old but damm you’re making me feel senile.” he gave you a smile, and you just ignored it and then the silence came, and it was painful, so painful your hands began to fiddle with the radio Mobius took a quick look down to you delicate hands trying to turn the knobs before looking back up.
“It’s the second one.” He spoke in a quite demanding tone and you done what he said and just thanked him. Just as you sat there, the music began to play. It was “I’m not in love” by 10cc. The small music at the beginning filled the silence, but oh was this the wrong song for this moment, it’s like the god wanted to smite you.
“I’m not in love, so don’t forget it …. A silly phase I’m going through” Mobius started to slowly sing the tune. He smooth voice made you laugh. He continues the word adding a flare to each line “so if call you, don’t make a fuss don’t tell your friends about the two of us” he sang, and the slow music came back in.
 “Come on you have to do the next part I need a woman’s touch to this duet…” he nudged your arm with his spare hand “no way” you laughed “come on quick it's coming on” he looked at you then back to the road “you have to quick” he spoke again and there came the part “be quite big boys don’t cry, big boys don’t cry, big boys don’t cry” you couldn’t finish the rest as you burst out laugh ring from the stupid whisper you done while singing the part.
The act stopped as you pulled to your house. All the lights turned off, rather your mom was on shift or asleep. You took one look at your house and then at mobius, who eyes were already on you. “Thank you, Mr M” you smiled, “no, no, thank you for having my spawns of Satan for the night, so I could attend some fucking shitty funding gala for rich people.” You never heard him swear before, and the sound of it was the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard.
“It okay anytime” you laughed at his response and your cheek flushed once more, “Are you sure you’re feeling okay ?” He lifted his hand, resting his palm on your head then moving it to your cheek, “you look a little flushed” he observed, making your face redden more. “I-I’m fine, I promise” you took his hand from your cheeks with your own and placed his own hand back on his thigh “okay” was all he said, but he still stared at you. 
“Urmmm thanks again for the ride, I appreciate it.” You got out of the car, shutting the door before heading into your house, waving him goodbye. He waved back and even after you had gone in, mobius sat there for a moment, his hand still resting on his thigh. Even on the ride home, his hand stayed there. It felt like you were still there and no matter how hard he rubbed his thigh, your touch stayed, your warm delicate hands stayed.
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mischievous-thunder · 6 months
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When someone dares to be flirtatious with the love of your life so you just use various combinations of your exquisite skills to teach them a lesson under the pretext of using interrogation tactics on them
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