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murdrdocs · 4 months
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all i ask is a mobius fic with a fellow tva worker who find out they have a life together on the timeline 🙏🙏🙏
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it’s silent in the shared space. mobius was eating his key lime pie, but he’d only gotten three bites in (you counted) when he suddenly expressed disinterest in consuming the dessert and more interest in picking at it as if he’s trying to dissect it.
you sit in front of him, feeling newly close despite the distance created by the small table. there’s no pie in front of you, instead a cup of hot chocolate that you’d once left alone to cool but not it sat completely uninterested.
the two of you have been sitting like this for nearly half an hour, no doubt thinking about the same thing.
still, mobius asks.
he takes a breath and the sound of metal against porcelain forces you to look up from the table. “so …” mobius adjusts his blazer. “what’re you thinking about?” he says it casually, a smile on his lips as he awaits your response.
you try to replicate his tone, but charm and charisma doesn’t come to you that easily. your voice barely wavers when you say, “us.”
mobius’ face falls as if he hadn’t been expecting your response. but when he glances down at the table, you see that he was expecting it.
“yeah. me too.”
silence once more befalls the space of the pie room, but it’s not awkward. it’s full of longing, each of you creating scenarios of what life is like now that you know your lives are intertwined in more ways than how it is now.
“d’you think we get along well?”
your question causes mobius to scoff as if it’s the most absurd question he’d ever heard.
“of course we get along. look at us now. you have your hot chocolate i have my pie. we’re like two peas.”
you can’t help but smile at his words despite the conjoining of the two foods making absolutely no sense. mobius, seemingly uplifted by his own doing, picks up his spoon and takes a hearty bite of his pie. it encourages you to take a gulp of your hot chocolate, now more so lukewarm than anything else.
and somewhere out there on the sacred timeline, the two of you live a beautiful life together.
a small home, decorated with pictures of yourself and your nieces and nephews. it’s quaint enough for the two of you but there’s an extra bedroom that provides inspiration. sometimes you find yourself standing in it, hands on your hips as you look around at the four walls. your wedding ring and the band is easily swirled around your finger as you think, and the anniversary necklace is toyed with along your neck. eventually, mobius will come up next to you to rest his hand along your back and rub against your skin through the layers.
“there’s still time,” he always reminds you. and that’s just the thing. the two of you, living life on the sacred timeline, have time.
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leighsartworks216 · 2 years
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My Loki
Loki x gn!reader, slight Mobius x gn!reader
Requested on ao3 by Charalover101:
“What about Loki x reader x Mobius? Just wondering if you'd write that 😅”
I wanted to do like little funny snippets of you, Loki, and Mobius around the TVA, but I got a little carried away lol This is also kinda Loki x Reader with implied x Mobius in the future?
2 (funny). “Where’s your crazy boyfriend?” “Probably doing crazy things.” 5 (funny). “Why aren’t you dating him?” “Because I’d destroy him.” “He’d be into that.” 19 (funny). “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” 24 (hurt/comfort). “Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”
Warnings: light/moderate angst, swearing (because I just can't help myself), mentions of an injury but no detail in the actual injury itself, SUPER fluffy omg
Word Count: 2806
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“Where’s your crazy boyfriend?”
You looked up from your files. Mobius stood with his hands on his hips, a disapproving look all over his face. You glanced around at where Loki had been, only to find it empty. Not even a note or anything. You must have gotten distracted reading your file.
You shrugged. You didn’t bother correcting him. “Probably doing crazy things. Why?”
The greying agent sighed. “Because I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on both of you. Any idea where he might have gone?”
“No,” you dragged out, thinking. “But I can help you look?”
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You looked through the window at the moon, disintegrating slowly and coming down to destroy the planet. You felt awful for betraying Mobius like that… His face was burnt into your mind.
“You look tired.”
You turned to look at Sylvie, the variant you had been chasing. She was distinctly Loki, and not Loki, at the same time. She was mischievous and prideful and magical, but she wasn’t your Loki.
Not that he was really yours anyway.
“So do you.”
She glanced around at the train. There were too many people, too many possible risks. She shook her head. “I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to.”
You followed her gaze to Loki. He stood by the bar, drinking who-knows-what and drinking who-knows-who. Your heart hurt seeing him with someone that way.
“He’s happy with you,” she pointed out.
You shook your head, looking down at your hands and picking at your cuticles. Dirt from the planet had gotten under your nails from your stumbling and tripping while running from the falling meteors. You worked diligently to pick all of it out.
“We aren’t together.”
She seemed shocked by the news. But, upon looking at him again, maybe he wouldn’t be flirting with someone if he was already with you. Then again, she didn’t know this version of herself that well.
“You like him, though.” Your eyes snapped up, but your mouth opened with empty retorts. “Don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen how you look at him.”
Your eyes searched for the God of Mischief again. Seeing him smile and be so carefree was like a breath of fresh air after the hell you’d been put through.
“Why aren’t you dating him?”
You scoffed. “Because I’d destroy him. I’m mortal. He’d be forced to watch me grow old, grow weary, until I can’t stand anymore - until I can’t even remember him. He’d watch me die, and, if he can even truly care about anything, it would kill him.”
Sylvie smirked knowingly. “He’d be into that.”
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The ship was destroyed. There was no escape.
In the back of your mind, you knew. You knew it would be pointless. When you, Loki, and Mobius went to Pompeii and Loki threw all those veggies, told those people that nothing mattered, nothing had happened. Nothing had changed. Why would this be any different?
You collapsed into the water. There were rocks right there, but you needed this. You needed the cold shock of reality to ground you into this moment.
You were going to die.
You’re going to die.
You let out a shaky breath. You ran your hands through the cold liquid, lifted it in your palms just to let it slip through your fingers.
You were going to die and here you were, playing in a puddle. You almost laughed at the thought. A bitter laugh.
The sounds of steps approaching caught your attention. You didn’t need to turn around to know it would be one of the Lokis. Which one didn’t matter…
That was a lie.
Loki crouched down beside you, his eyes focused solely on you. They were full of worry and sadness. Before you knew what you were doing, your wet hand was cupping his cheek. He didn’t care about the drips that ran down his face. He leaned into the touch.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you back.” His voice was quiet, like if he spoke too loud the entire world would fall apart anyway.
You smiled, but it was sad. “I wasn’t going to make it past that day. I’m glad I could experience this instead.”
He grinned at the idea. If you hadn’t been thrown off course, he wouldn’t have met you. His hand raised to hold yours on his cheek.
“Then, I’m glad to have met you.”
“Me too.”
He carefully pulled your hand from his cheek, holding it in his lap instead. His long fingers traced patterns in your palm.
“I miss Mobius.”
He chuckled at your comment, nodding in agreement. He’d grown rather fond of the agent, too. Going through that portal while he yelled his name…
“I ruined his salad to prove a dumb theory,” he reminisced, sighing as he looked forlorn at the moon above you, “only to forget our little discovery when it would have been most useful.”
“It was a good shot, Loki. The best shot we had.”
The moon split in half and you felt your heart get lodged in your throat. You heard Sylvie approach, but she sat on one of the rocks. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
You leaned your head down on Loki’s shoulder. After a beat of hesitation, you felt him rest your head on yours. He switched hands with you, shifting to look at Sylvie as he reached out to her. She had been alone all this time - he didn’t want her to die alone, too.
“Loki?”
A large chunk of the moon crashed down. It was horrifying. It was chaos.
And, yet, it was beautiful.
“Yes, darling?”
“Let’s go out sometime, yeah?”
You felt his chest vibrate with a laugh.
“Alright,” he agreed. “We’ll hit the town. Dinner, drinks - the whole thing.”
You smiled. “Yeah… I’d like that.”
You didn’t see the orange doors opening up behind you.
-
“Mobius, please, just listen-”
“Why should I listen to you?” His voice was incredulous. “You’ve just spent 12 hours with two Lokis!”
“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”
He scoffed, shaking his head as he opened a door. This one was red. “Yeah, well, maybe you should have thought about that before you betrayed me. Put them in.”
“Wha- No! Mobius, wait!”
You fought as hard as you could against the guards, but through the door you went.
And it was hell.
It wasn’t your worst memory, but it wasn’t good. When Mobius entered the time loop, you were on the floor, knees hugged to your chest. To say it didn’t hurt to see you that way would be a lie, but he heard the way Loki spoke of Sylvie. Of you…
He crouched in front of you, trying to bite back any worry from reading on his face.
“I meant it.”
He looked at you, waiting for you to continue. Your eyes finally met his.
“I don’t want you to get hurt…”
Mobius nodded. He believed you. He could see the concern in your eyes, even after the torture the time loop had put you through.
“Hurt from what?”
You swallowed. Your eyes glanced at the doorway your tormentor had come through, over and over again. He reached out to set a hand on your knee.
“I’ve stopped the loop. Tell me what’s going on.”
“You’re a variant. All of the TVA agents are variants,” you told him. His eyes squinted in disbelief. “When Sylvie enchanted C-20, she had to dig through layers of TVA nonsense before she could find anything real. She found memories, real memories, of Earth and margaritas and friends. The TVA is lying to you all, and I don’t know what they do to you when you find out, but I don’t want you to die.”
He nodded slowly, trying to process everything he’d discovered. First Loki, now you, and what he saw on Ravonna’s tempad… He couldn’t deny it.
“I believe you,” he said.
“Really?” Your eyes were wide. You thought you sounded insane, but he believed you?
He chuckled. “Yeah. Loki told me the same thing, but I don’t think you could both pull the same lie out of your asses.”
You leaped forward, hugging him tightly. You were just so happy he believed you, that now maybe he had a shot to survive.
He wrapped his arms around you in return, squeezing you back. A smile curved his lips. Now you just had to go collect Loki and you all could take down the TVA together, spread the truth.
The team back together again.
-
The Void wasn’t what you expected. That is to say, there were a lot more Lokis. There was also a giant cloud monster that ate everything near it, so, ya know… cool.
You followed the four other Loki variants as they guided you through the wasteland. Apparently, the kid had a device that let him know when people or objects would be “deposited”, for lack of a better word, onto the surface of the Void. They had a good reason to suspect it was another Loki variant.
You stepped over building walls, vehicle wreckage, armor - you name it, it’s probably there, and you’ve probably stepped over it. You winced as you cut your hand on some glass. But the Lokis didn’t stop, so neither could you.
“How many Lokis are out here?” you asked.
The child shrugged, still following the invisible path his device was guiding him on. “Pick a number.”
“The President Loki variant usually converts them to his little gang,” the old one spoke bitterly. “They’re the ones you really have to watch out for.”
“And how do you know this one won’t be like him?”
The broad-shouldered Loki behind you spoke up. “We don’t.” He grit his teeth, his fingers gripping his hammer as though he was trying to choke the life out of it. “But if he is-”
“There!”
You followed the older Loki’s gaze. For an old man, he had remarkable vision. You were almost jealous. But sure enough, there lay a Loki.
You squinted your eyes, trying to see the distant figure better. That wasn’t just any Loki.
“Lokes!”
You took off in a sprint, tripping over more carnage as you raced to the unconscious figure. You fell to your knees in front of him, eyes searching him for any wounds. The four others caught up quickly, the alligator variant jumping into the kid’s arms as he kneeled down beside you.
“You know this one?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah. He just invaded New York. We were helping the TVA find another variant of him, but then things went kinda wrong and,” you sighed, cutting yourself off. “It’s really confusing.”
You jumped when Loki, your Loki, suddenly gasped to life, chest heaving and eyes searching his surroundings frantically for anything familiar. They soon landed on you, but they also saw the other versions of him.
“Am I in Hel?” he asked as he sat up.
You lunged forward and hugged him, relaxing as you finally found something comforting amongst the chaos. His hand instantly found its way to your back, supporting you and keeping you there at the same time.
“No, no, not Hel,” you breathed. “Much worse. I’ll try to explain.”
“We need to move,” the old Loki said.
You pulled away, almost reluctantly, but helped Loki stand. These Lokis had made it very clear to you that you always needed to keep moving - away from Alioth if possible. Just getting this close to fetch your Loki was a risk.
“You’re bleeding.” Blue eyes trained in on your cut hand, brow furrowed with worry.
You just shook your head and pulled him along with the group. “Later, Lokes. We gotta catch you up.”
-
So, Boastful Loki betrayed you for President Loki, but President Loki betrayed him, but all of President Loki’s lackeys (who were also Lokis) betrayed President Loki, and ugh. You were kind of tired of Lokis.
On the bright side, Sylvie and Mobius were back! You couldn’t begin to fathom into words how relieved you had been to see them - you’d dragged them both into hugs, even as Loki explained his ridiculous plan and was very offended when he was the only one to like it.
You pulled a blanket old Loki had conjured up for you further around yourself. The fire was nice and warm, but the blanket felt like a hug.
“He is green.”
Old Loki and Mobius had been going back and forth, trying to figure out if alligator Loki actually was a Loki.
“All alligators are green,” you piped in with a chuckle.
The alligator in question let out a low hiss, and you looked to the older man for a translation. He sighed. “He said, ‘It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.’ I would like to add, it sounded very sarcastic.”
The atmosphere around the fire was warm and comforting, like an odd family dinner. Your eyes studied Mobius from across the way. He seemed tired. When you first met him, he was full of spirit and wit. Now, his whole world had been flipped on its head. Everything he knew was a lie. And he looked exhausted.
His eyes met yours, and he offered a soft smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but you didn’t expect it to.
“Mobius,” the voice of the kid variant made you both look at him, “assuming you do get back to the TVA, what exactly are you getting yourself into?”
“I don’t know.” He sighed. His shoulders sagged. He looked as though he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I’d like to let people know the truth.”
“So just like that, you’re turning on the very thing you devoted your life to.”
He gave a half smile, eyes finding yours again effortlessly. “Well, it’s never too late to change.”
You shared his smile as you turned your attention back to the fire, processing everything that had happened so far. Everything that you wanted to happen next.
You zoned out for long enough that Sylvie’s appearance by your side surprised you.
“You should go talk to him,” she whispered. She didn’t look worried, though. Perhaps she just thought it would be nice to have one last moment with you boyfriend before the end.
The thought almost made you smile to yourself.
Boyfriend.
You nodded and got up, wrapping your blanket around kid Loki with a playful ruffle of his hair. He laughed and swatted you away, but he still grabbed the edges and pulled it tighter. You hoped he would be okay when this was all over.
Outside of the shelter, a good few feet away, sat your Loki. He was just staring out into the Void. Portals opened up in the sky and dropped old timelines, quickly eaten up by Alioth.
You quietly sat down next to him. He didn’t turn to look at you until you carefully took his hand in yours.
“It’s warmer in there.”
“Ah, so that’s why your fingers are so toasty.” He smiled, running his cool hands along your warm ones. His brow suddenly furrowed and he reached for your other hand. “I nearly forgot about this.”
There was still a cut along your hand. It was wrapped up in cloth to prevent any more dirt from pushing up inside of it, but when Loki unraveled it, it was clear it hadn’t helped much. He ran a thumb along the slice in the middle of your palm, studying the mark. As he reached the deepest part, you winced and instinctively pulled back.
He frowned, holding out his hand. “I’m sorry, darling. I’ll be more careful this time, I promise.” His voice was gentle and his blue eyes looked deep into yours, begging you to trust him. Trust him, and he promised he wouldn’t hurt you again.
So you did.
You put your hand back in his, and he offered a soft smile as thanks. His other hand came and hovered above your palm, a green glow moving along the length of your injury, before it stopped, and it was nothing more than a memory.
“There, all better.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your palm, right where the deepest point had been, as if to prove that it really was healed.
You smiled. “Thank you, Lokes.” When he released your hand, you took it back just to study it. “Your magic is amazing. Everything you’ve done - that you can do - it blows my mind,” you admitted.
He grinned. “I’m flattered you think so. I’m quite sure there are a few Lokis here who could do much more than heal a simple injury and cast a few illusions.”
“Maybe.” You wrapped your arms around one of his, hugging his arm and leaning into his side. “But they’re not my Loki.”
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liz-allyn · 2 years
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i found your mobius/loki/reader fics last night and... wow, they made me truly happy! i simply loved the dynamics between reader and loki, with an amused mobius watching their partners bicker lmao it was cute and also.... hot! thank you so much for sharing it with us <3
OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH, however, I actually don't think that was one of my fics? I've only ever written shudder, but I definitely reblogged some amazing Mobius works of art from other writers... I wish I knew which one you were talking about so I could rec them!
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finleycannotdraw · 4 months
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No Place Like Home
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Sometime after everything, Mobius ends up in Don’s place on the timeline and settles in. Loki is slowly but surely figuring out a way to leave the tree for longer periods of time. He wasn’t sure if Mobius would remember him, but loves him too much to stay away entirely even if he didn’t.
But Mobius does remember him, and his script flies out the window.
I’m so utterly obsessed with these guys,,,, they just need to be silly dads in suburban cleveland,,,
for some reason I could not find any reference pictures for the kids? that’s why they’re a bit less fleshed out than loki and mobius. plus I don’t usually draw children, so 🤷‍♂️
I might have to make this a continuing au because my need for domestic fluff is already outweighing my need for sleep
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simplelad · 3 months
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They’ve been rotting in my brain for a while so naturally this is the result
Anyways I like to think if marvel weren’t COWARDS they would 1.) make Lokius canon (obvious) and 2.) explore Lokis shapeshifting. Because I want to see him as a cat
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lokiusly · 4 months
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haters saying “what is Mobius going to do in the multiverse saga? Give out pie?” And it’s like yeah???? The avengers LITERALLY ate shawarma after the battle of NY.
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meep-meep-richie · 4 months
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how it started vs how it’s going
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The face of an absolutely and truly happy person, ladies and gentlemen:
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the-bi-fangirl-biatch · 5 months
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if i got a nickel for seeing a ship end with a chatacter who leaves to do something greater/fulfilling their purpose and help more ppl, but at the expense of leaving the love of their life alone and letting them lose their previous purpose...I'd get two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
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charliewrites99 · 4 months
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It's so funny to me how season one Lokius shippers went: Oh I love how an all powerful god has a crush on just this guy. This random man.
And then some people were like NO! Mobius is going to be a watcher or a he who remains variant or x,y,z important person.
And season two rolls around: Oh look at them, just a human man and a diety.
And AGAIN people go: NO! Mobius is going to be thor or odin or balder.
But in the end...He did end up being just a guy. A random SINGLE dad selling jetskies.
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yvainart · 5 months
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this one scene with OB and them
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netherregionblog · 6 months
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X-05 count your motherfuckin days
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leighsartworks216 · 2 years
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I Really Really Like You
Mobius x gn!reader
Requested on ao3 by clammy hands:
"Would you mind writing something Mobius x reader where reader is drinking to cope w being in the TVA and Mobius didn't realize how much being a variant was affecting them and basically helps them to their room and stays w them and the reader ends up drunkenly confessing their feelings to him?"
Warnings: drinking, alcohol, forbidden relationships??? kinda??
Word Count: 1699
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Being a variant was… difficult, to say the least. You had to continue living, knowing that you’d never be able to experience all the joys and sadness and anger the rest of your life had to offer. You were allowed to watch it over and over again, as many times as you wanted (when you weren’t working to please Ravonna Renslayer to convince her not to prune you). But it would never be the same as actually being there.
Your life wasn’t anything special. You had your ups and downs, you had your likes and dislikes.
And then someone came along and took you off your path, pulled you off of the Sacred Timeline.
You felt another sob in the back of your throat as you remembered that day. You were just minding your own business, and then she had to come along and… You slammed down the rest of your whiskey and signalled the bartender for more.
Mobius couldn’t find you. He searched your desk, his desk, the library - he felt like he was on a wild goose chase.
He was the agent who saved you from being reset. You had become a variant because of the variant Loki, and he believed you might be able to help him with the case. He couldn’t say you were actually any closer to cracking the case than he was, but you were still trying your best.
He walked into the cafeteria, the last place he could think to look, and found nothing. You weren’t here either. But, Casey was. You’d become friends with the office worker, trying to explain Earth things to him, even though Casey was about as intelligent as a rock. He didn’t even know what a rock was.
“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” His sudden presence startled the desk jockey, and he apologized under his breath for it. His mind was too preoccupied to offer a full apology.
Casey nodded, pointing in a vague direction. “Yeah, they went to the bar, I think.”
Mobius’ brow furrowed. “Since when have we had a bar?”
Casey shrugged.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
This was the bartenders third attempt at cutting you off… Or was it her fourth? It didn’t matter. You shook your head and held out your glass, and she filled it up anyway.
“Y/N!” A hand was suddenly on your shoulder. With your dulled reflexes, you barely reacted. You weren’t sure you would have even if you were drunk. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“That’s probably what my mom would say…” Your eyes watered again, tears already spilling out the sides. “If she knew I was here.”
Your body shook with sobs. They were hard and ugly. Your body could barely keep up, breathing heavily just to get some semblance of oxygen back into your lungs.
Mobius was shocked. He didn’t think… Well, of course, being a variant must have been hard, but…
He wrapped his arms around you, shifting your dead-weight body so you weren’t hunched over the bar, and pulled you into something that might have looked like a hug to some alien species. He pried the drink from your hand, setting it on the bar for the bartender to take. And he just let you cry.
He rubbed your back and pet your hair, and eventually sat down on a stool next to you to keep himself from falling over. He cooed what kind words he knew into your ears, assuring you that it would be okay - somehow, and that he was there for you.
When your sobs turned into little more than hiccups, he pulled back enough to see your red, puffy face. It made his heart ache.
“Hey, let’s get you to bed, alright?”
You nodded weakly, sniffling and wiping at your eyes. Mobius helped clean you up with some napkins from the bar, too.
He helped you stand and kept a supportive arm around your waist, carrying most of your weight against him as you both began the long trek to the elevator.
You’d been staying at the TVA so long, Ravonna was nice enough (Mobius begged her and may have bribed her with rare alcohol) to give you a room to stay in. It was right next to Mobius’, just in case there were any “issues”. Getting drunk and getting you to bed probably fell under those issues, right?
Getting to your room is more of an ordeal than Mobius previously thought it would be. You were stumbling half the time, and not walking at all the other half. Still, your little whimpers, talking about home and your pets and your family, spurred him on with little more than a sigh and a gentle, “Come on, we’re almost there.”
He helped you take off your shoes and tie, and stood by the door with his back turned as you changed into your pajamas in case you needed help. He made a mental note to talk to Ravonna about getting some of your items from home, like your own personal pjs and books, and exactly what alcohol he’d have to bribe her with this time.
“‘M done…”
He turned his head first, looking over his shoulder carefully, just to make sure you were actually dressed. He had to admit: You looked pretty cute in the TVA-issued pajamas.
“They fit okay?”
You hummed. You were already sitting on your bed. You looked exhausted. Mobius sat down next to you, his weight shifting the bed, and you didn’t stop your head from falling to his shoulder.
He ignored how his heart leapt at the sight of you, so small and fragile, resting against him like that.
It wasn’t the first time he had to ignore his heart because you did something he found adorable. You trying to explain what dogs were to Casey was the most recent, but by far this was the cutest. He didn’t think any of the other things his heart had reacted to had involved you touching him, and especially not like this.
He cursed his brain. Now was not the time to be thinking about this.
He cleared his throat as gently as possible, to bring his mind back to the present and get your attention. “Did you want to talk about it?”
You hummed a “no”.
He didn’t press the subject further.
“You should sleep,” he told you. His voice was soft and caring. It reminded you of home. “I don’t know how much you drank, but we still get hangovers here.”
You chuckled slightly. Yes, the TVA was all powerful, but god forbid someone drink too much. “As long as you have Tylenol, I’ll survive.”
He nodded, chuckling softly himself. “Yeah, I’m sure we do.”
You didn’t want to pull away from him. He was warm and safe, and even if this position did hurt your neck, it didn’t matter, because it was Mobius. But, you had to.
With a sigh, you sat up straight once more and pushed yourself to lay on one side of the large mattress. You struggled with the blankets, but Mobius helped you out. Once you were settled in, he patted your leg and stood up.
Panic gripped your heart.
You reached forward and grabbed for his hand, managing to grab on to his brown coat instead. His attention was caught, nonetheless.
“Please don’t go.” You tugged as best as you could on his sleeve to pull him toward the bed, barely moving his arm. “Stay with me... Please?”
How could he possibly say no to that?
Mobius nodded, gently prying your hand off his coat and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay.”
You watched, worried he might be lying, as he pulled off his jacket and tie, laying them in a nearby chair. Next to come off were his shoes, which he left by the chair’s feet. Then, he finally slid in under the covers to be laying next to you. He was surprised when you wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him close and burying your face into his button-down shirt.
“Mobius, I have something to tell you,” you admitted, voice barely a muffled whisper against his chest.
He wrapped his arms around you, getting comfortable in the admittedly odd setting. If Ravonna knew, well, surely, you’d both be pruned.
He nodded, running his fingers through your hair as he had at the bar, finding comfort in the motion. “Okay?”
You lifted your head, chin propped up on his chest, and looked into his eyes. You got lost staring. He had such pretty hazel eyes...
“Y/N?”
“Hm…”
“What do you have to tell me?”
“Oh!” He chuckled at your drunken antics. “I really, really, really, really, really-” Your eyes were already beginning to flutter closed and your words became more slurred together. You really were more tired than he thought.
“Really?” he prompted. He was eager to know now.
“Like you.” Your eyes, half-lidded and still closing more as each second passed, looked up at him. “I really, really like you…”
His chest felt light. He… couldn’t really put the feelings into words. He’d never felt so warm and light before. His heart was pounding, brain running a million miles a second trying to put those words together, even when they were laid out before him so clearly.
By the time his mouth caught up to his brain, you were already snoring. He chuckled, at himself mostly. For the usually quick-witted investigator to be stunned silent…
He brushed a strand of hair back from your face, smiling to himself. No jetski could compare to this feeling.
He leaned his head back against the pillow and stared at the ceiling for a while, just thinking. His mind ran through everything a relationship between a TVA agent and a variant would entail, but it also reminded him of all the wonderful things that came with it. Just the idea of sleeping in the same bed as you like this put an unwavering smile on his face as he allowed his eyes to close, ready to drift off and talk to you in the morning. After all...
He really, really liked you, too.
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wheredafandomat · 6 months
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My Loki
TVA! Loki x female reader
18+ | contains smut - Quick fire rapid small drabble thing because ep 2 was hot 🥵 WK 700
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“I have done some terrible awful things. Yeah, maybe that is who I am and he knows, she knows” Loki paused for a moment, glancing at you “it’s the real me. A loser. Always have been, always will be” he continued.
“Loki” you interrupted to no avail.
“And perhaps I’ve been holding something back. Perhaps I’ve just been waiting for a moment like this, so I can do terrible awful things to you” he threatened, stepping closer to Brad who’s expression had contorted into fear.
“Loki, that’s enough” Mobius tried to intervene but he was in a trance.
“Loki” you spoke authoritatively, stepping between him and Brad, snapping him out of his stupor as his almost teary eyes met yours. “No” you mouth, urging him to back down.
Taking a deep grounding breath, Loki turned away before storming out of the room. You looked over at Mobius who shrugged his shoulders before you chased after Loki, calling his name but he didn’t respond, he just weaved his way through the other agents, continuing down the corridor.
“Loki, Loki!” You yelled, following him into a locker room as he spun around.
“WHAT?” He exclaimed.
“Talk to me” you implored.
“You want me to talk to you?” He questioned almost mockingly as he stepped towards you, caging you between himself and the locker behind you. You tried to keep your breaths even as the familiar scent of his cologne evaded your senses, exciting you. “Hmm? Is that what you want?” He continued, using his thumb and index finger to tilt your chin upwards, his eyes boaring into yours. “You want me to confide in you, tell you what’s going on in my head, what I’m thinking?” He listed as he lifted your skirt up a little, pushing one of his legs between yours and stealing your breath away as he began rubbing his thigh against your clothed pussy. Your head fell back against the locker, eyes closed as your panties dampened. You practically purred when he undid one of the buttons on your shirt and began kissing your neck. “What if I don’t want to talk?” He uttered against your lips before you pressed yours against his, kissing him deeply.
Lifting you, Loki pressed you back harder against the lockers with his hips as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Using one of his hands, he undid his belt, pulling his trousers low enough to free his hard cock as he pumped it a couple of times before running it through your slick folds and guiding himself to your entrance.
“Fuck Loki” you murmured in his ear as he entered you before pulling out a little and thrusting inside of you again. His movements were fast, almost desperate as you moaned against his ear. You could tell this wouldn’t take long for either of you.
“I’m the villain y/n” Loki confessed between thrusts as he grunted “in his story and in yours”
“No” you insisted, opening your eyes as you looked down into his, your hand against his cheek as he slowed this thrusts “you’re the God of Mischief, you’re my Loki” you affirmed “not a villain” you smiled, Loki’s expression changing into something that could only be described as fond.
Pecking your lips, Loki sped his thrusts again, fucking into you with ardour as the lockers behind you clanged against the wall, the sound of both of you moaning filling the room.
“I’m so closee” you mewled moments before your orgasm swarmed you leaving you shaking as Loki chased his own.
“Fuck” he cursed, stilling his movements as he pushed his hips against yours, filling you with his warm seed as he rode out his high.
Once you were both sated, Loki placed you back down onto shaky legs as he pulled his trousers back up, simultaneously pulling your skirt down as if he knew you were both about to be interrupted.
“Here you are, I’ve been searching everywhere for you both” Mobius spoke, entering the room as you fixed your hair.
“What?” Loki questioned as Mobius’s gaze flicked between you both suspiciously.
“No, nothing” he dismissed, noticing your shirt button undone.
“Let’s go then” Loki gestured, walking past Mobius and out of the room.
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catwouthats · 5 months
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Lokius vs Sylki season 2 episode 2 (cinematography wise)
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Green background (in this show I’ve analyzed it’s usually used as a color for enchantment)
Bodies overlap from our angle
Completely facing each other
Nothing blocking them from each other
Equal playing field (both eating pie)
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Orange/yellow tones (I’ve analyzed this color is usually used for lying and betrayal)
Bodies separated
Not entirely facing each other (though they do later)
BIG ASS CASH REGISTER AS A BARRIER BETWEEN THEM
Unequal playing field (employee vs customer)
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infinityinakiss · 5 months
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lokius is so funny, because here's this middle aged dad that loves key lime pie and wears the same outfit everyday, and there's loki, the god of mischief and chaos, arguably one of the most unpredictable characters, looking at mobius like everything he says is surprising.
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