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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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All Sweet Things

Loki x Mobius

Requested on ao3 by jared, 19:

"can I request prompt 3 or 13 (or both) fluff of loki x mobius?"

3. "Mmm... You're warm." 13. "You are my new pillow."

This doesn't really follow any episode timeline, but Loki and Mobius aren't chasing after the Loki variant at this time :)

Warnings: mentions of overthinking and needing reassurance, but otherwise it's just pure fluff all the way down

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Loki's Jotunn heritage wasn't really news to anybody around the TVA. They had all of his life documented in neat files, of course they knew everything about him. Even if an agent hadn't come into contact with his paperwork, they still knew.

This fact upset Loki to some extent. How long did it take for him to discover that he was from Jotunheim, only for these "all knowing" desk jockeys to take one glance at him and just know?

On one hand, everyone knew he was a beast; a monster used to scare children into behaving. On the other hand, no one seemed to care. They'd had tons of different kinds of alien species walk through these halls, get tried, and reset. Why was he any different?

Other than the fact that he was not reset, and was in fact now working alongside them. He had Mobius M. Mobius to thank for that.

Loki was in the library, going through file after file to look for any information on a variant they were tracking. If he wasn't in the library, he'd be at his desk. But trying to explain what a fish was to Casey got exhausting after a while.

So far: nothing.

The table was absolutely covered in files, some half mixed with others. Books on other worlds were stacked to the side or opened to specific pages. Notepads were littered with hardly legible handwriting, on notes that he didn't remember writing, or what they were for. He didn't want to imagine the sorting nightmare this would be when the time came to put everything away.

A yawn tore up from his chest, not giving him any chance to fight it. The God did his best to stifle it behind a closed fist, using that same hand to wipe away the tears that had formed in his eyes from the yawn so he could continue reading... Why was he reading about the importance of squirrels in the ecosystem, again? His mind raced to figure it out, eyes scanning over his mess of papers.

He had no idea.

Mobius also had no idea why Loki was down here so late. Well, the God didn't exactly pick up on how to read the time around here. Not that the agent could blame him - with all the minute hands and second hands and hour hands, well, it gave him a headache if he thought about it too hard.

Mobius also had no idea why he needed all of these files.

"What's the mess for?" he asked.

Loki looked up, paused for a moment, and then his shoulders sagged. "I have no idea." His hands gestured wildly at the folders. "I thought I was onto something and now I'm reading about squirrels."

Mobius chuckled. "Squirrels?"

"Yup." Loki sighed before looking up again. "Why? Did you find something?" He suddenly looked excited again.

Maybe Mobius had found something! Maybe they found where the variant was hiding and they were going to go fetch them now! Maybe- There's a watch in his face.

"What time is it, Loki?"

Blue eyes studied the moving hands, trying to remember what Mobius and Miss Minutes had taught him. "Uhm, 11? Is that AM or PM?"

"PM, Lokes. It's almost midnight! The case can wait 'til tomorrow."

"But-"

"You're reading about squirrels and you don't even know why."

"Yes, alright, but-"

"Is this an entire book on termites?"

"Yes, well, you see-"

"And is that a pencil in your coffee?"

"Ah." Loki didn't try denying that one. It was most definitely a pencil in his coffee. "Yes, perhaps it is time for some rest."

"Mhm."

They promised the librarian they would pick up the mess in the morning. She wasn't very happy about that, but they slipped away before she could actually start telling them off.

Loki had been in the TVA for... a while. He didn't know how long anymore. Probably a few months, at this point. Still, he wasn't given his own room. Ravonna Renslayer didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. Which was fine, all things considered.

Of course, she didn't consider that Loki and Mobius were dating, and sharing a bed definitely wasn't a hardship.

"Mmm... You're warm."

"Yeah, and you're freezing."

Mobius wrapped a blanket around Loki's shoulders, tucking him into the warmth more. Jotunn or not, he liked the idea of keeping him warm. He looked down at the God on his chest.

Loki was already very settled in - eyes closed, arms wrapped securely around Mobius, wearing only pajama bottoms. He never looked as peaceful as in these moments.

Outside of Mobius's apartment, it was always some facade of Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies. The God who was better than everyone else, and who was as likely to kill you as he was to pull your chair out from under you right as you're sitting down.

But here... In his arms, away from the prying eyes of the other TVA agents and minutemen. Right here is where Loki was his truest self.

"What if the variant is-"

And there goes the peace.

"You don't need to worry about the variant right now, Loki," Mobius said. His hands ran up and down Loki's bare back. He pretended not to notice the shiver his actions caused.

Blue eyes peered up at him, clouded with worry and overactive thoughts. "I can't help it," he sighed. "We're so close, but somehow they're just one step ahead of us. It's like..."

The agent hummed to encourage him to keep going.

"It's like I'm worried it'll be my fault if they get away this time."

Mobius sighed, offering up a soft smile. He removed a hand from his lover's back to run his fingers through the long, dark hair he had come to love.

"It won't be your fault."

"I know..."

"Do you?"

Loki didn't respond to his question. He didn't need to.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax in his boyfriend's touch, leaning into the hand that combed through his hair. The only thought in his mind was, "It won't be your fault," playing on a never ending loop until the words were distorted and his mind began to change their meaning. He needed a distraction from his mind.

"You're very comfortable," Loki said, before he could think about how stupid it would sound.

The other man chuckled. He wasn't bothered by the odd compliment.

"Thanks, Lokes."

The God sighed, "I hate that name."

"And what would you rather I call you?"

Loki hummed, trying to think.

"Honey?" Mobius tested. He grinned when he saw the pink that tinted Loki's cheeks, even in the dim lighting of his room. "Sweetheart? Buttercup?"

"All sweet things."

"Mhm. You are pretty sweet."

The pink reached his ears now. "Shut up."

Mobius hummed, relenting to his request. He leaned his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes. He shifted his head one way a bit. Then the other.

"I need to get new pillows."

"You are my new pillow." Loki's words were already beginning to slur together.

The agent chuckled, gently pulling Loki up so the God's head was resting on his shoulder. This way, he could press his face into his lover's dark hair and ignore the way the pillows sunk in too deep.

"I'll see you in the morning, honey."

They'd never said, "I love you." It felt too early, even if this feeling in their chests was undoubtedly love. But they always found ways around it - ways to imply their love for each other.

Loki would make coffee in the morning, exactly the way Mobius liked it. Mobius would tie Loki's hair back if it was falling into his face. Kisses on hands, cheeks, and foreheads were dead giveaways. But just then, when Mobius said he would see Loki in the morning, that was his way of saying I love you and I will still be here when you wake up. He'd watched Loki's file enough times to know of his uncertainty, of his constant need for reassurance in things like this. And Mobius was more than willing to provide.

Loki, already half asleep and falling further into a dream state already, had just enough time to murmur, "Love you, too..." before he was dreaming of Asgard, and the TVA, and Mobius.

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bingoluka · 3 years

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Finally finished the lineart! Not gonna color but I did this instead 😂

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taleibo · 3 years

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Lokius week, day 3 💙

(It was Jotunheim, but I just had to draw Jotun Loki. Finally.)

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abitofboth · 3 years

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Prompt request for Lokius: how about Mobius finds Loki with New!Mobius. Jealousy angst that ends in admission of feelings and perhaps a passionate kiss?

thank u so much for requesting!! I hope you enjoy <3

It had taken… a lot. A lot of hard work, a lot of searching, a lot of crying. But it was all worth it, in the end- everything was worth it, for him. At this point, it was scary the number of things Mobius would do for Loki.

It had taken a while for him and Hunter B-15 to figure out where the hell Loki had gone. After leaving Loki and Sylvie in that grassy field to go and battle whoever- or whatever- would be waiting for them, Mobius had gone straight back to B-15 to fill her in on everything that had happened. He wasn’t overly worried about him, at least on the surface, and kept telling himself that he’s a literal god. He was more than capable of keeping himself safe, especially when teamed up with Sylvie.

But the time had drifted by after Mobius had stared up at that screen watching an uncountable number of nexus events form right in front of his eyes, and the minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days and days turned into weeks and weeks turned into something else, and Mobius knew deep down in his heart that his Loki was not okay.

He was in a different timeline. It seemed so damn obvious in hindsight, but the worry resulting in a thick head and the twisting nausea of dread settling in his stomach made his thoughts much less clear.

He felt like he was falling apart.

But Mobius knew that he had to keep a clear focus. He knew he needed to keep his feelings out of the way- he’s an analyst, for god’s sake! It’s his job to look at the whole picture and come up with an objective answer.

So, here was his answer: locate Loki, pinpoint his place on the Sacred Timeline, and fucking bring him back.

What Mobius could have never predicted was the pang of jealousy that hit him as soon as he stepped through the time door.

He’d half expected Loki to be locked in a cell somewhere against his will- that was why he still hadn’t come back yet, right? He was smart. He’d be able to figure out how to get home.

But instead, Mobius saw Loki and… and himself?!

Grey hair? Check. Uncomfy brown suit? Check. Crooked nose? Check.

Mobius couldn’t believe his eyes. There he was, his Loki, arms wrapped around his identical counterpart as they embraced in the middle of the archive shelves. He watched in disbelief as the second-Mobius pulled back from the god, running a hand down Loki’s arm and patting him before speaking to him quietly- Mobius strained to listen, but couldn’t hear a thing he was saying.

Loki laughed wetly, a halfhearted thing paired with a sad smile. “Thank you, Mobius.” He heard him say, the god’s voice incredibly affectionate. “We’ll… we’ll have to see, won’t we?”

Second-Mobius nodded, smiling up at him warmly. “We will. But I promise you,” he took Loki’s hand into his own, and Mobius had to choke back a small sound threatening to escape from his throat. Second-Mobius paused for a moment, looking around the room to find the source of the noise, but his attention was quickly returned to Loki. He squeezed his hand lightly, shaking it a little as if to get his point across. “It’ll work out. If everything you’ve told me is true.. it’ll work out.”

Mobius swore that he could see Loki’s eyes shining.

His heart was racing. Who was this guy!? Coming here and keeping Loki from him, holding his hand, making him cry. Why did Loki hug this other Mobius so freely when it took so long for the god to do the same with him?

Was this Mobius somehow better than him? Was he being an idiot for assuming that Loki would even wanna come back with him? Was this all some big fucking mistake?

First it was Sylvie, having to watch Loki fawn all over her, and now he had to compete with himself?! He knew he wasn’t much; he knew he was just a boring man with a boring life compared to the god. He knew there was barely any chance for him- I mean, look at Loki! Powerful, charming, attractive as anything. What would he want to do with an old guy?

But he thought things had changed. After that hug… that embrace, how Loki pulled Mobius into him, had clung onto him, fisted his fingers into his jacket, was Mobius being a fool for assuming there was a glimmer of hope in that hug?

“—catch you later, okay? Just… take it easy, for now, yeah?” Second-Mobius had dropped Loki’s hand and was pulling his blazer on, looking to Loki with a gentle expression. “You know where my quarters are. Go sleep if you want.”

How did Loki know where his room is?

“If you need me in the meantime, use the TemPad. Don’t make me regret giving that to you.” His tone was more amused than actually threatening. “All good?”

Loki nodded. “All good.”

“Alright. I’ll head off, then.” He patted down his pockets, making sure he had anything. Then he waved at Loki, stepping backwards before walking away. “I’ll find you when I get back!”

And just like that, he was gone.

Loki smiled at him as he left, big hand coming up to the air to wave him off. He sniffed, his fingers quickly coming to rub at his eyes for a moment, before he stood quietly with his hands in his pockets. He looked completely lost in thought.

Mobius’s feet were moving before his brain could come up with a rational thought.

“Oh! Mobius, you’re-” Loki cut himself off, confusion pouring onto his face. “...Looking awfully irritated. It’s been but a minute, what’s pissed you off in that little time?”

“Loki.” Mobius couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“...Yes?”

“It’s me. Mobius. Not whoever the hell that was.”

He watched Loki’s face for a moment, practically able to hear the cogs turning inside his brain, then his mouth dropped open and he was gawking at the shorter man.

“How the Hel are you here!”

“I don’t know, Loki, maybe the weeks of searching for you I’ve been doing! I see you’ve moved on from your girlfriend.” Mobius’s lips were moving faster than he could think- he didn’t mean to say all this. He really didn’t. “That was fast. Didn’t know she’d ever be replaced considering how much you apparently loved yourself.”

“What? Slow down, gods, Mobius--”

“And- what- you’ve replaced him with a better version of me? What makes him so different, huh?” He could feel his eyes pricking with tears. It felt so pathetic. “He’s still just some old man, Loki. You really make some strange choices when it comes to dating, your majesty.”

“He’s not better--”

“You really have a thing for variants, huh? Can’t get enough of ‘em, apparently. I mean, really, I can’t believe it took so little time for you to abandon us all at the TVA- our TVA, I mean- or should I believe it? You are a Loki, after all. It’s kinda in your nature.”

“I didn’t abandon--”

“You’re smart, you coulda figured out how to get back. Yet you decided to stay here? With him? What does he do for you that I can’t? I thought we were friends, Loki! I thought we--”

“Will you shut up for one second!”

Mobius snapped his mouth closed.

Shit.

Loki sagged forward with a sigh. Now Mobius could actually get a good look at him, he looked tired. His hair had been pulled back into a messy ponytail, bits and pieces sticking out in random places, and his eyes were… sad. That was the only word for it; sad.

Loki took a deep breath in before he spoke, his voice low. “I’ve been trying. Trying to get back to you. I couldn’t bloody find you. After- after everything with He Who Remains, with Sylvie, the timelines… Everything got too messy, okay? Too many damn versions of you flying around the Sacred Timeline and I couldn’t figure out which one was you.” Loki stuck a stern finger out at Mobius, prodding him in the chest. His shiny eyes were threatening to drip tears down his cheek. “Don’t you dare accuse me of abandoning you. Not after everything.”

Mobius didn’t know what he was talking about- He Who Remains? What happened with Sylvie?

He stayed silent nonetheless, letting Loki say whatever he wanted to. It was only fair after Mobius had word vomited at him just moments before. Jealousy was an ugly look on him.

“I haven’t replaced Sylvie.” He carried on. Mobius’s heart dropped. “She was never there to replace. She’s not my girlfriend, and I don’t want her to be. I thought I’d made that much clear. Love and I don’t get along, apparently.” Somehow, Mobius’s heart dropped even more.

Loki’s voice sounded venomous, sharp and dangerous and setting Mobius’s blood on fire. “I can’t believe that after all of this, after everything, this is how you greet me. Is this how friends act, Mobius? I made the mistake of thinking it would be a happy moment when we reunited.”

“I am--”

“You are? Gods, if this is you happy then I never want to see you furious!”

“I am happy, idiot! I never thought I’d see you again!” If Mobius felt like he was falling apart before, this was him crumbling into pieces. He’d royally screwed this up.

“Then why are you yelling!?”

“Because I love you!”

Fuck.

A silence fell over the two of them, Mobius practically panting from the shockwaves flowing through him. He felt like pure electricity- if someone were to touch him now, they’d be zapped to death whether he liked it or not. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest, and at this point he’d be more than willing to let it. None of this would have happened if he didn’t have a damn heart.

He turned around, not able to look at the way Loki was staring at him with eyes as big as saucers. Instead, he focused his gaze onto his boots, counting all the little scuff marks that he could see. It was quite a lot. He’d probably have to replace them, soon.

He could hear Loki breathing. That was all. He hadn’t walked away, yet, though. Mobius supposed that was a good sign.

After a few more moments passed, he figured that Loki wasn’t going to be speaking any time soon. He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry.” That was the most important thing to say right now. That’s what he needed Loki to hear the most. “For everything. This- I didn’t plan to come here and yell at you. That wasn’t the plan. I- uh- ...I was hoping for something a little… Sweeter.”

He heard the slightest huff of a laugh come from behind him.

“I don’t know what happened after you left. With Sylvie, and- what did you say? He Who Remains? I don’t even know who that is, Loki.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “But you look tired. Real tired. So I’m sorry, if it was hard. I wish I coulda helped you.

“And- ah- sorry that--” He paused, his sentence falling from his lips. “I hope he’s been nice to you. And that he is better than me. God knows you deserve better than this.”

Another silence fell onto them both. It was the thick kind of silence, heavy and choking and squeezing all around them.

He was a love sick fool, at the end of all things. He’d fallen hard and fast for the god, and seeing someone else take the place next to Loki that he so desperately wanted felt like a punch in the gut. A million punches in the gut. And yet here he was, yelling and accusing the one man he wanted to hold gentler than a babe. He deserved all the kindness in the world after the shit he’d been put through.

Loki took in a breath.

“Do you mean it?”

Mobius blinked.

He looked over his shoulder at Loki with a furrowed brow. “Course I mean it. I was an asshole.”

“No, not the apology, you dope.” The god was staring at him, a sharp expression on his face but a tinge of hope in his eyes. Was he blushing slightly? “Did you mean it?”

Mobius took a second to figure out what he was referring to, then it hit him.

‘Because I love you!’

Mobius turned around, fully looking at the raven haired man now.

He prayed to any god that was listening that his answer was what Loki wanted to hear.

“Yeah. I meant it.”

Loki was kissing him before he could even take a breath in.

His pointed nose was poking into his cheek, their teeth clacking together, but Mobius wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was kissing Loki.

Or, rather, Loki was kissing him. Mobius could barely keep up.

He brought up a hesitant hand to cup Loki’s jaw, thumb running over his cheek and smearing wetness around. Mobius hoped they were happy tears.

Loki’s eyes were scrunched closed, all of his focus going into kissing the life out of the bureaucrat. That’s what it felt like; like Loki was sucking Mobius’s soul out, taking every last breath from him and killing him slowly.

It felt wonderful.

But he had to listen to his burning lungs. He pulled away, gasping for breath and leaning against the shelves behind him for support. His knees felt like they were gonna give way any second now.

Loki followed him, hands clutching his waist and his forehead falling to Mobius’s shoulder.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting into each other’s personal space, hot air puffing onto Mobius’s neck. It’d make him shiver if he had the energy to.

He felt Loki shift, pushing himself up until he was standing upright and looking down into Mobius’s eyes.

“You were jealous, weren’t you?”

There was no dancing around the topic with Loki. Mobius felt himself choke on a breath, face flushing with shame as he looked awkwardly to the side. Loki wasn’t having it, though, and a slender finger was hooked under his chin to bring his gaze forward again.

“That’s all the answer I need.” Loki leant down to murmur into his ear. “It’s not a good look on you, you know.”

“I’m aware…” Mobius mumbled. “Quit playin’ around. I know I was a jerk, you don’t have to--”

“I’m not.” Loki said firmly. “Playing around, that is.”

“Then why was he--”

“Oh, heavens above, Mobius.” Loki rolled his eyes, an annoyed lilt to his voice. “He was comforting me. He had no idea who I was, so I told him everything. I told him I- ...That I missed you, that in another timeline you and I were close. He said that we’d reunite sooner than I thought we would. I suppose he was right…”

It was Mobius’s turn to gawk at Loki.

“Oh.” He blinked. “So he was holding your hand--”

“--Because every Mobius in every timeline is incredibly touchy. It’s how you give comfort, evidently.”

“Right.” Mobius was pretty hands on, he’d agree.

Loki raised an eyebrow at him. “Still jealous?”

Mobius shook his head, hesitating for just a moment. “I just- ...do you..?”

Loki smiled down at him.

He pushed Mobius further into the shelf, crowding all around him and pinning him in place.

“I love you, too.”

All Mobius could do was kiss him again.

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mischievous-thunder · 3 years

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The life they're living:

The life their alternate reality selves are living:

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monicashipslokius · 3 years

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Loki is leaning.

Mobius was just standing there, talking to them about the next mission - they have to go searching for a new Kang variant in a timeline where Loki might be a form of trout. “Maybe we can get a picture, so Casey can finally see a fish.”

Totally innocuous. A bit silly.

Loki hummed an assent. Then. Leaning.

Mobius just smiles, expecting another Loki trick. He’s gotten used to them now, even looks forward to them most times. With a Loki around, there’s never a dull moment. But usually Mobius can anticipate what Loki’s planning. He often pretends not to, just for the fun. This however - this leaning - Mobius isn’t sure what this is.

Because it almost looks like Loki wants to...

But that can’t be right.

Maybe they expect Mobius to step back. Maybe they are trying to get a rise.

Loki steps closer. Mobius always has to look up at them, but this close - their height difference cranes his neck. But he holds his ground.

Uncertainty wrinkles Loki’s brow. Odd. Their eyes look a little wild, a touch desperate. Did they do something? Is this an apology?

Loki licks their lips. “Mobius,” they say in a breath, feather-light.

Mobius swallows hard. This is one hell of a Loki trick.

If Loki doesn’t stop soon, they’re going to...

Oh. Oh.

Loki presses their lips to Mobius’s.

Mobius freezes. He doesn’t blink, won’t dare breathe. If this is a trick... Don’t let this be a trick.

Loki leans again, this time away.

Alarms bells sound in Mobius’s head. Away is the exact wrong direction.

“I shouldn’t of -” Loki starts.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Mobius says. To smooth away the uncertainty, he adds, “If I’d known you’d be into fish talk, I would have said something sooner.”

A moment, and Loki’s usual confidence slides back into place. Their smirk, though, usually sharp as a dagger’s edge, stays the right side of soft. “Little did you know.”

“I’ve got plenty of fish facts. Did you know trout are considered an oily fish? They have oil in -”

Loki leans much faster this time, silencing Mobius with a kiss.

Mobius closes his eyes. His arms slip around Loki’s waist, pulling them in and keeping them there. No leaning away this time.

If this is another Loki trick, it just might be his favorite.

Loki’s hands slide over Mobius’s shoulders. Their fingers comb through the short hairs at the back of Mobius’s neck.

Mobius hums, content, and Loki deepens the kiss.

Around them, the TVA surely goes on, work as usual. But it could have disappeared in that moment for all Mobius cares. Nothing else exists here, right now, but him and his Loki.

When they come up for air, Mobius says, “Wait until I tell you about sailfish.”

“Mobius,” Loki says with a fond little sigh that Mobius knows is mostly put-on. “You needn’t do what you are doing.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Mobius lies.

Loki’s gaze traces over Mobius’s face before finally landing back on his eyes. “This isn’t a trick.” Another lean, and Loki presses their foreheads together. “I don’t know what it is, but it isn’t that.”

Mobius’s throat dries up like a desert. “You sure?” He could laugh it off, if it’s a game. But if it’s real...

Please let it be real.

“Yes. I’m entirely certain that...” Loki closes their eyes. “I have the poorest timing. This fish talk is not going to be become a... thing now, is it?”

Mobius smiles wide; it’s so easy with Loki so close. “I guess that depends on you, Loki.”

“How so?”

“If this isn’t a trick,” Mobius says, “Prove it.”

“A challenge, then.” Loki’s love challenges. Well, they love winning. “And if I prove it, there will be no more fish talk?”

Mobius shrugs. “Still have to work. But outside of that, sure. No fish talk.” Mobius lifts a finger between their chests and taps Loki on the collarbone. “If you can prove this is real.”

Loki catches Mobius’s hand and lays it flat against their chest, right over their heart. Beneath his palm, Loki’s heart beats in a steady rhythm.

But then Loki leans. Close. Closer. They stop a breath away from Mobius’s waiting mouth.

“Do you feel it?” Loki asks, and it takes Mobius’s usually clever brain much too long to catch up.

Loki taps a finger to the back of Mobius’s hand on their chest.

And Mobius feels Loki’s heartbeat racing under his palm.

Huh.

“No more fish talk,” Mobius concedes, and closes the distance himself.

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This event is run by one person. Hi, I’m Diana, you can find me @khloros or on AO3 as chaesdi. Because I’m the only person here, I might not respond to your asks immediately. On top of that, this is the first time I’ve hosted a writing challenge. Please be patient!

Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for:

How To Participate

This event is super simple, and asking for clarification is encouraged!

Here’s what you do. Send in an ask to receive your bingo card. Write a fic of any length based off of a prompt or multiple prompts on your bingo card. Post your fic to the collection. Maybe write another fic based off of a different prompt (or the same prompt, if you’d like) and post that one as well. Repeat this process.

Oh look, your bingo card’s all filled out now! What to do? Well, send in your completed card via an ask (if you’re on anon please tell me your AO3 either in the ask or by message if you’re more comfortable with that), and I’ll give you a TVA-issued gold star. From there, you may request a new bingo card and keep going! A bingo card is considered complete when it is entirely filled out, not just one row.

If you go through 5 bingo cards with proof, I’ll write you a Loki-series fic with a prompt of your choosing/you make your own prompt for me (make sure to alert me of any squicks). I don’t think you can do it, though. Can you? We’ll see!

Here is a tutorial on posting a work to a collection.

The Rules

Original characters may be used, provided that the fic itself is set in the Loki series.

Fics may not be explicit or include any underage, noncon, and inc*st content. (Sylki is not considered to be inc*st as long as you don’t write it that way.)

Tag your fics clearly when you post them.

Not a posting-rule, but please be polite when communicating with me. Regardless of your opinions on characters/ships/plotlines, feel your feelings but don’t voice them rudely.

Again, be sure to submit your works to the collection.

And with that, best of luck to everyone!

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mimisempai · 1 year

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#lokius #loki series #loki #mobius m. mobius #moki #wowki #lokius rights #lokius forever #loki x mobius #fluff #mobius m mobius #tooth rotting fluff #established relationship #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #incorrect lokius #incorrect lokius quotes

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blackbirdofasgard · 6 months

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Okay, so in the wake of that finale, if anyone needs some emergency fluff, I've got you. Last year in February, I did a prompt challenge to write a fluffy story every day for a month. Keep in mind that these were written between seasons, so the new plot/rules won't be addressed. But I figure I haven't cross-posted any of these stories here, and some of you guys might not have read them and need some joy in your lives. For what it's worth, please enjoy and go to your happy place. 💚🧡

#loki #mobius #agent mobius #mobius m mobius #lokius #time husbands #wowki #ao3 fanfic #my stuff #31000 words of pure fluff free for the taking

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Masterlist

This will inevitably get longer the more fandoms and characters I write for, and I will absolutely be keeping it updated. Also, if links don't work, please lemme know and I'll fix em :)

Request Rules

Dialogue Prompts

Tag List Form

Marvel

Loki Masterlist

Also includes Mobius M. Mobius and Wowki/Lokius fics

Markiplier Egos

Markiplier Egos Masterlist

Baldur’s Gate 3

First Baldur’s Gate 3 Masterlist

Second Baldur’s Gate 3 Masterlist

I Come With Knives Masterlist

My Hero Academia

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead

Stressing About Finals - ao3 - Dadzawa x gn!reader (familial)

Warnings: brief mention of family abandonment

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

Feeling Shitty - ao3 - Dad Mic x gn!reader (familial)

Warnings: feeling like shit, depression i guess, hurt/comfort, slight fem reader vibes kinda?? But it can be read as neutral. Oh also swearing just a little

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Number One Dad - ao3 - Dad Might x gn!reader (familial)

Warnings: none

Erasermic

Erasermic Drabble - ao3 - Shouta Aizawa x Hizashi Yamada

Warnings: none

The Witcher

The Viper - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Author’s Note (PLEASE READ) - Geralt x gn!reader (platonic/familial), Jaskier x gn!reader

General warnings (Please read the warnings on each chapter): swearing, blood, fighting

The Viper: Rewritten - AO3 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Jaskier x gn!Witcher!reader, Geralt & gn!Witcher!reader (platonic/familial)

General warnings: swearing, blood, violence/fighting

Jaskier

I'm Not Fine - Jaskier x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, monster attack, injury (not explicit), nightmares, fear of death (mostly implied)

The Old Witch Sleep - Jaskier x gn!reader

Warnings: mention of exes, hurt/comfort, gross descriptions of crying

Bloodborne

Rom, the Vacuous Spider

My Love - self-indulgent first person

Warnings: canon-typical depressing and angsty

Pokemon

Raihan

Dragon Trainers - Raihan x FTM!reader (headcanons)

Warnings: none

Star Trek

Leonard “Bones” McCoy

Logical - Bones x GN!Reader (platonic or romantic)

Warnings: swearing, injuries, angst + hurt/comfort with a happy ending

Data Soong

Painting Data’s Nails - ao3 - Data x GN!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: very very light angst

Biological Malfunctions - ao3 - Data x AFAB!reader (platonic or romantic)

Warnings: period fic, read warnings on fic

Pottery with Data - ao3 - Data x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: none, just fluff

Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi

I Forgive You - Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort??, some fluff, read warnings on fic

Din Djarin

Goodbye to a World - AO3 - Din Djarin & gn!reader

Warnings: blasters are pulled out but not fired, lots of emotions dealing with walking to one’s death, angst

Ace Attorney

Miles Edgeworth

You’re Married?! - AO3 - Miles Edgeworth drabble

Warnings: none

Phoenix Wright

We’ll Be Okay - AO3 - Phoenix Wright (disbarred) x gn!reader (can be read as platonic)

Warnings: living paycheck to paycheck, depression, references to alcoholism, hurt/comfort, fluff, light angst

Not Guilty - AO3 - Phoenix Wright (disbarred) & “adopted” gn!reader (PLATONIC/FAMILIAL)

Warnings: allusions to murder, blood mention, possible abusive family references

I Believe In You - AO3 - Phoenix Wright (disbarred) x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of murder, references to past mentally abusive relationships (not explicit), mentions of blowing noses/snot/mucus, like 2 swears

Klavier Gavin

Strawberry Lip Balm - AO3 - Klavier Gavin x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Legend of Zelda

Ganondorf

My King - AO3 - Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC

Warnings: making out, allusions to sex, possessiveness, size-difference

Forever and Always - AO3 - Ganondorf x gn!Hylian!reader/no-name OC

Warnings: none, just fluff

Wishes - AO3 - Ganondorf x gn!Captain!reader/no-name OC

Warnings: none

Lord of the Rings

Aragorn

Face the Crowd - AO3 - Aragorn x fem!Reader

Stardew Valley

Harvey

... Oops - AO3 - Harvey x gn!Farmer

Warnings: swearing, dizziness, anxiety, possibly OOC Harvey

On The Count Of Three - AO3 - Harvey x FTM!Farmer

Warnings: needles, injections, mention of fear of heights, anxiety, references to Harvey's ten heart event, slight hurt/comfort, semi-implied transphobia (not addressed)

I Was Hoping You'd Find Me Here - AO3 - Harvey x gn!Farmer

SMUT Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, hand jobs, blow job mention, anxiety, embarrassment, blood mention, praise kink, slight dom/sub

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bingoluka · 3 years

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Soft Lokius Imagines (Feel free to reblog and add your own!)

Feel free to use these for fanfic inspo too, just let me know if you do! I wanna read em!

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-Reaching out to touch one another, just to remind themselves they're still there. Sometimes just a small brush against the hem of their coat, or a peck on the lips. Anything to close the distance.

-Rubbing circles on each other's backs during stressful days.

-Sneaking naps in-between cases, even when they aren't that tired.

-Stealing glances at each other while working, followed by a small smile or a quiet laugh.

-Poking fun at one another, but always making up for it with an 'I love you or kiss. Sometimes both.

-Tired confessions late at night, some old some new, each staying within the confines of their four walls. Stories about missions, Loki's life on Asgard. And even though Mobius knows all of it, he is always glad to hear it again.

-Soft blankets on the chilly days, complete with a warm drink and keeping each other close. Though, Loki never lets it on he doesn't get very cold.

-Walks through the empty halls of the TVA, laughing and joking about nothing in particular.

-Late nights when the walls are broken down, and Loki can't hold himself together- but Mobius is always close by, ready to hold him. And though he doesn't say it, Loki appreciates it more than Mobius knows.

-Trying new foods and drinks, laughing when one makes a face at the things they don't like. Mobius, in particular, finding the time Loki had his first energy drink one of the most chaotic yet entertaining, while Loki finds himself relishing in the time Mobius tried pickled eyes (though it took plenty of persuasions before he dares even try it.)

-Tossing things at each other, then looking away innocently- though it's quite obvious they aren't

-Watching cheesy movies, just for the fun of it

-The comfortable silence of a night in, between the piles of paperwork stealing glances at one another from time to time, thinking wow, I'm so glad to call you mine.

-Sleepy cuddles, paired with mixed limbs and words that don't quite make sense but still mean everything all at once .

-Mornings in the kitchen, catching hugs from behind and rocking slowly, happy with the company (and the pancakes).

-Stealing time on missions, just to watch the sunset, or find some alone time with one another before it's back to work.

#loki #loki series #loki show #loki headcanon #loki series headcannon #lokius #loki and mobius #wowki #mobius #lokius imagine #wowki imagine #lokius fluff #wowki fluff

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loki-gator-lover · 3 years

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There is only one way to touching this neck 💕

#mcu fanart #loki #lokius #wowki #loki fluff #loki and mobius #mobius m mobius #mobius #mobius x loki #time husbands #time frost #timefrost

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abitofboth · 3 years

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Hello :) I saw you were responding to prompts, so feel free to write this one if you like it and, please, ignore it if you don't (I'm just in the mood for some good old hurt/comfort): Loki has a pretty bad migraine, so Moby helps him through it and makes him feel as comfy as possible. (If you feel like whumping Moby instead, you can swap the roles.) Thank you!

I swapped the roles, I hope u don't mind!! [sorry for not writing any fics for a while, I've been suuuper busy, but feel free to keep sending lokius requests :)]

lokius masterlist ~ ao3

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“Oh, god,” Mobius mumbled under his breath, eyes clenched completely shut. He was breathing deeply, trying to calm himself down or at least soothe himself, but it was to no avail. “Just kill me now.”

At that moment, Loki let himself into their shared flat. Stepping through the door, he shrugged his jacket off and placed it on the coat hook nearby, kicking the door closed with his foot. Mobius winced at the loud sound from the contact, a noise he normally wouldn’t blink at sounding like a jet engine to him right now.

“Mobius?” He heard Loki call out. Another wince. Did he have to be so damn loud?

There were a few blissful seconds of silence before he heard Loki call out once again. “Darling? Are you in?”

Mobius wasn’t a violent person, but he was feeling the urge to throw something at a wall right now. He quickly remembered that that would make an even louder noise and suddenly felt the urge dissipate. Instead, he grabbed Loki’s pillow from his side of the bed and brought it over his head, using it to muffle any sounds as he buried himself further into the duvet.

He didn’t suffer from migraines often, but when they came they were an absolute bitch to deal with. His head was pounding like someone was slamming a steel drum right in his brain, and he was so sensitive to everything. Light, sound, even moving too much would send a jolt of even more pain through his body. And Loki, bless his heart, was not helping by loudly yapping away as he walked through their flat.

“-then for some reason, she thought it was okay for her to saunter on over and-“

Mobius felt like a ticking time bomb ready to go off.

“-so I told her to ‘get your hands off my files, I’m a god’-“

He wished he could just sink into the ground. At least it would be quiet amongst the dirt and worms.

“-and Casey was having none of it. I’ve never seen him move so fast, Mobius! It was like he-“

That’s it, Mobius couldn’t take anymore. He stuck an arm out of the duvet cocoon he’d made and aimlessly waved his hands near the floor until he found a shoe that he’d haphazardly shoved off when he’d gotten in and unceremoniously chucked it towards the door. It clashed into the wood with a loud bang and Mobius thought he could cry from the jolt the noise sent through his brain. It felt like his head was splitting open.

Loki had stopped talking, at least.

Mobius revelled in the silence, relaxing back into the bed and trying to will his brain to stop exploding. He felt unbearably warm under the duvet and blankets and pillows, but it was the only way to lie in complete darkness with as little noise as possible. He felt a pressure in his jaw, and made an effort to stop clenching his teeth together from the pain. He was one hundred percent ready for this to be over.

After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, he heard the door to their bedroom creak open.

“Mobius?” He asked into the silence. Mobius just sighed. Was Loki normally this loud?

“Darling? Wait, are you-“ Mobius heard the shuffling of socked feet along the carpeted floor before he felt a presence crouch down next to the bed. The next thing he knew, the covers were being carefully pulled away from his face until only his eyes were exposed. Long fingers gently caressed whatever skin they could reach, and the coldness felt like heaven to Mobius.

“What’s up with you, hm?” His voice was low, full of care, but still too loud. “Are you okay?”

Mobius, with his eyes still clenched shut, just shook his head and tried to bury himself back into the darkness. Loki let him, pulling his hand away and silently watching as the grey haired man disappeared back under the duvet pile. All that was left of him was a lump on the bed where he was laying.

He heard Loki sigh.

“Shall I leave you alone?”

He thought about it. He was loud and brash and so stimulating, but… he was also Mobius’s partner. His lover. He’d look after him.

He wordlessly stuck his hand out from the duvet and held it out towards Loki, waiting for him to take it. His cold hand was wrapping around his warm one almost instantly, fingers intertwining and squeezing ever so gently.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Loki murmured, his voice practically rumbling out of his chest. For a few moments he simply stayed crouched on the floor next to Mobius, running his thumb back and forth along the back of his hand, giving the man something to focus on other than the blinding migraine. “Can I help?”

Mobius steeled himself before clearing his throat, pushing through the jolt of pressure it sent to his head, and mumbling out a meek, “Migraine.”

“Oh, Mobius…” Loki’s voice was laced with sympathy, instantly dropping into a whisper that was so quiet it looked more like he was just mouthing the words. “And here I was barking around the place like a dog. My apologies, kjære.“

Mobius just squeezed his hand, not wanting to put any more effort into speaking. He felt Loki’s lips make contact with his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his worn skin, before his slender fingers fell away from Mobius’s grasp. He heard him shuffle around the room, the soft click of switches being flicked mixing with the rustling of fabric, and seconds later Loki was climbing into bed beside him, careful not to jostle the mattress too much as he settled down.

“Shall I hold you?” He asked into the room, stroking Mobius’s back through the duvet. “All the lights are off and the curtains closed. It’s pitch black in here now.”

Mobius could think of nothing better.

He slowly pushed the duvet away from him before his head emerged from beneath the mountains of fabric. His eyes blinked blearily as he adjusted to the room, looking around slightly before landing on Loki, his sharp features softening in the darkness. He wordlessly moved towards Loki, wrapping his arms around the god and nuzzling his head into his chest.

One of the benefits of having a Frost Giant as a partner was that he was always the perfect temperature; never too hot, and if he was ever too cold it was nothing a few blankets couldn’t fix. Right now, the coolness of his body was a god send. Quite literally, Mobius supposed.

Loki didn’t say anything, instead choosing to simply brush his fingertips gently through the grey of Mobius’s hair. He was careful not to rub too hard, not wanting to increase anymore pressure on Mobius’s already painful head, but the bureaucrat found that the repeating movements over his scalp was a nice distraction; an almost hypnotising action. If it weren’t for the fact that Loki couldn’t conjure his magic at the TVA, Mobius would assume that he was using some ancient Asgardian spell on him.

He wishes he could do that. What he would give for Loki to be able to flick his wrist in his direction and fix the migraine with a flash of green. As easy as wiping a few crumbs off a table. But Mobius’s crumbs felt more like boulders, and they wouldn’t be moving anytime soon. For now, he would take solace in the fact that Loki was caring for him in any way that he could right now.

The god in question leant down at that moment and pressed a chaste kiss to Mobius’s forehead, as if he could hear his thoughts and was quelling his pleas for magic. Mobius simply sighed, letting himself relish in the feeling of his soft lips rather than the hammerjack in his brain.

“Here.” Loki’s voice floated through the darkness of the room, no louder than a whisper. Mobius felt something slightly damp being placed on his forehead, his thoughts catching up after a moment and realising that it was a cold flannel. The chill that ran through his much too warm body felt downright sinful, a pleased hum escaping him as it instantly cooled him down.

He felt rather than heard Loki chuckle. Normally, Mobius would have returned the laugh with a sparkle in his eyes, but this time he silently smiled to himself at the sound.

“Do you still have that lavender?” The deep voice spoke again, and Mobius nodded against his chest. He opened his mouth to reply, but Loki shifted away from him before he could so much as say a word. He heard a drawer open and shut again a second later, and realised Loki had remembered that he kept his lavender oil in the bedside table.

As the god settled back underneath Mobius, he opened the lid of the small bottle in one hand and collected a few drops of the oil on the opposite hand’s index finger. He began to gently rub the oil into Mobius’s skin on his temples, taking his time before moving to behind his ears. Mobius craned his neck slightly to allow him easier access, and Loki kissed the top of his hair in thanks.

Once he was finished, Loki wiped the remaining oil on his fingers onto his trousers (Loki would keep to himself how much that vexed him), not wanting to get up to wash his hands and leave Mobius. He carefully reached over to put the oil back in the drawer, then rested his arm around Mobius’s waist and brought him in closer, silently encouraging him to nuzzle in further. Mobius happily complied.

Like this, ear against his chest, Mobius could hear every beat of his heart. It was nice. Like a lullaby, only with no melody. People had come and gone in Loki’s life, all claiming that Loki didn’t have a heart- pointing accusatory fingers at him and telling him there’s nothing but frost in the cavity where his heart should be- but Mobius knew better. Mobius could feel it and hear it and see it in every caring action he made; in every kiss and embrace and hand he held, every smile and laugh and pet name he uttered, every darkened room and cold flannel and drop of lavender oil, Mobius grew even more certain that Loki’s heart was eons bigger than what people expected of him. Mobius knew the god was full of love. You just had to get over that miles-high wall to find it.

“Take a day off tomorrow.” Mobius could feel the rumble of his voice through his chest. “If Ravonna has anything to say about it, I’ll give her an earful.”

Mobius didn’t doubt that for a second. He nodded, exhaling a soft breath as he relaxed even further into Loki. He felt like if given the chance, he might melt away completely into the god’s chest. He could think of worse ways to go.

Loki huffed another soft laugh, his thumb running patterns into Mobius’s hip as he watched him carefully. “You look rather comfortable there, love.”

Mobius nodded again, smiling even though Loki would unlikely be able to see it in the darkness. Loki hummed, resting his chin on top of Mobius’s head. “‘M glad. Stay there as long as you like. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tomorrow,” Mobius’s voice croaked as he spoke. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Tomorrow, can you read to me?”

Loki kissed him again. Mobius loved how frivolous he was being with the kisses. “Of course, darling. We could try that Midgardian playwright you keep going on about. Shakespeare?”

Mobius nodded. “That’s the one. You’d probably like him, you’re pretentious enough for him.” He joked lightly, a breathy laugh escaping him as Loki playfully swatted at his hip. “I have a copy of one I’ve always meant to read but never got round to.”

“Mm? What’s it called?”

“The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Found it out in the field a while back- thought I should probably get some culture in me or somethin’.”

“Sounds interesting.” Loki agreed. Then, he added on with what Mobius assumed was accompanied by a smirk, “We’ll have to act it out.”

“No way, this is a Loki Production only. I’ll be happily sat watching from the audience seats.”

“Boring.” Loki said, kissing Mobius yet again. The head splitting migraine was almost worth it for the kisses alone. “Want to try and sleep? Better nap it off rather than lay here in pain for a few hours.”

“Preaching to the choir.” Mobius murmured. “But yeah, sleep sounds good. Don’t leave.”

“I’m right here, Mobius. Just close your eyes.” Loki’s hand travelled under the duvet and found Mobius’s, linking their fingers together and squeezing lightly. “God natt, kjærlighet.”

Mobius was ever thankful that he understood every language on the timeline. He was ever thankful that he could share Asgardian with his partner.

The only thought drifting through his mind as he settled into sleep against Loki was ‘Jeg elsker deg mer enn ord kan si’.

#lokius #lokius fic #wowki #loki #loki laufeyson #mobius #mobius m mobius #marvel #mcu #fic #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #fanfic #millie talks

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greymantledlady · 3 years

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It’s only about three minutes, perhaps, before Mobius feels the boneless softness drain out of Loki’s body, pressed up against him. He feels Loki’s face drag away from where it had been pressed against his collarbone, feels the cool absence when Loki’s body peels reluctantly away from him – and yeah, that’s not right, something’s wrong for sure. A minute earlier Loki had been wrapped around him like a particularly clingy vine, and now he’s pulling away.

‘Okay, hang on, Loki,’ he says quietly. ‘Where’re you off to?’

Loki goes still for a long moment. It’s dark, but Mobius can hear the sound of him swallowing in his throat before he speaks. ‘Just – taking my leave,’ he says eventually, his voice light.

Too light, Mobius thinks, and yeah, he’s pretty sure he knows exactly what’s going on here.

‘“Taking your leave,” huh,’ he says, keeping his voice low and gentle, like speaking to an animal running scared. He can feel the quivering tension in Loki’s body next to him, a bird poised on the verge of flight, and he doesn’t move. Not yet.

‘I – yes,’ Loki says stiffly. ‘Simply saving us both from the necessity for an awkward – post-coital discussion of boundaries. I thought you might appreciate it,’ and he sounds so hollow about it, so resigned, that Mobius has to let out a quiet laugh.

‘Always with the big words, huh,’ he says, fond, and then puts out a placating hand when he feels Loki tense up. It lands, soft, on the delicate skin of Loki’s wrist, and he thumbs it gently, feeling Loki’s racing pulse trapped beneath the skin. ‘Hey, hey – Loki. It’s okay. Breathe.’

‘I am breathing,’ Loki says with dignity. ‘I’m breathing, and I – ’ He cuts himself off, bites the words to a halt.

‘Yeah?’ Mobius prods. ‘You what?’ He sweeps his thumb across Loki’s pulse again, back and forth.

Loki takes a deep breath. ‘I’m fine,’ he says.

‘Sure you are,’ Mobius says.

‘I am!’

‘I know,’ Mobius says. ‘Do you want to leave?’

There’s a quick sharp intake of breath as Loki goes still, like a kid caught doing something bad, his body ceasing all motion. Mobius gives him a moment, but Loki stays frozen, so he strokes his wrist again and goes on talking. ‘Cause I don’t want you to leave. Unless you want to, of course, but, Loki – I don’t think you do. What do you think?’

‘I – ’ Loki says, and his breath shudders. Mobius waits. ‘I don’t understand,’ Loki says at last, sounding lost. ‘What was this for? What do you want from me?’

‘What do I – Loki,’ Mobius says, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘What do I want from you, really? Loki, do I seem like the kind of person who goes in for one night stands to you?’

He senses Loki prickling. ‘How could I possibly know whether you are or aren’t,’ he says defensively. He yanks his wrist out of Mobius’s light hold in a spiteful little movement, and Mobius sighs.

‘I’m not,’ he says, and then, because Loki seems to need this spelled out directly, ‘Loki, I like you.’

There’s a long pause.

‘You…’ Loki says eventually, ‘you – oh.’ He sounds a little stunned. He’s not touching Mobius yet, but Mobius can almost feel him warily softening.

‘Yeah,’ he says patiently. ‘Now can you just – come on. Get back in here.’

He opens his arm and waits. One second, two, then three, and Loki lets out a long breath, and then he’s slotting up against Mobius again. Mobius scritches soothing fingers against his back and feels the exact moment that Loki melts back against him.

‘You like me,’ Loki says, a few minutes later. ‘You really showed your hand there, you know. Quite embarrassing for you, really.’ His tone would be a lot more irritating if he didn’t sound so delightedly pleased with himself, and if he didn’t have his long fingers tangled in Mobius’s own, his head tucked into Mobius’s shoulder.

‘Uh-huh,’ Mobius says indulgently. ‘Real embarrassing.’ He turns his head by a few degrees, enough to drop an easy kiss against Loki’s hairline.

‘Are you mocking me?’ Loki says, indignant, and Mobius chuckles into his hair.

‘Nah,’ he says. ‘Just glad you’re here, sweetheart.’ As he’d expected, Loki seems to almost physically bask in the endearment, and Mobius runs his fingers up and down his back. ‘Go to sleep, Loki. We’ll both be here in the morning, okay?’

‘Okay,' Loki says, almost meek, and Mobius can feel his smile against the skin of his neck.

#lokius #wowki #loki show #mobius #lokius ficlet #loki #this is so fluffy i make no apologies #writing fluff to cope with the fact that it's Wednesday djfkgld help I'm so scared #my fic #my post #long post #sorry for the lack of cut I'm on mobile and I can't work out how to do it

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