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Mobius walked into the holding room Loki was in. He had a file all about Loki and the things he had done or would do. He looked towards the man, a friendly smile on his face as he sat down. He seemed rather calm and collected, even in the face of such a dangerous man. Maybe because by this point he was used to Loki variants and their tricks and was well prepared.

“Hello there, Loki. Nice to meet you. I’m Agent Mobius,” he introduced himself as he placed the file on the table. Loki lounged in his chair, ankles crossed and arms draped lazily on the armrests, but his emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as Mobius entered. His posture deceptively relaxed, though he was already scheming of ways to get out of here. He raised an eyebrow at the introduction, his lips curling into a smirk that held equal parts charm and menace.

“Ah, Agent Mobius. So, you’re the one they’ve sent to keep me in line. How quaint. I do hope you’re more entertaining than the last bureaucrat who tried.” His eyes flicked to the file on the table, his smirk deepening. Loki leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping into something silkier. 

“I see you’ve brought my greatest hits. Tell me, how much of that is the truth, and how much is embellished to suit your little organization’s narrative?” Mobius smirked a bit as he noticed Loki’s attention turning to the file, he knew he had caught his interest.

“None of it is embellished. You see, I’ve seen all about your life. The things you have done, the things you will do, and even the things that you may want to do.” He explained, clearly on guard. He knew the charms and manipulation tactics of Loki. Knew how dangerous and cunning they were. And planned to not fall victim to the man’s many charms. As he watched Loki he continued to speak. His voice was calm and steady.

“You see. You’ve gone against the proper flow of time. And it’s up to us, the TVA, to ensure that things work correctly and flow smoothly.” He explained his purpose, though he was very sure the god before him could care less. Heck, he’d be amazed to know the man was even listening. In turn he offered the file to Loki. A gesture of kindness, though it didn’t matter if he took it or not, he knew Loki wouldn’t believe a word in the file, even if the half that had already happened rang true. “Feel free to look it over if you’d like?” 

Intrigue flashed across Loki’s face for only a moment as Mobius spoke. He let the smirk on his lips widen, a shield of arrogance against the flicker of curiosity stirring beneath. After drumming his fingers on the armrest in thought, his hand snaked out to grab the file resting on the table and opened it with a deliberate slowness, scanning the first couple pages. For a moment, he said nothing, his expression unreadable. Then he chuckled, a velvety sound that betrayed his amusement. 

“Oh, this is rich,” he said, holding up a page with a list of his supposed ‘crimes.’ Forgery? Thievery? ‘Attempted’ world domination? I think we can agree my execution of that last one was far from ’attempted.’ Really, what’s with all these drab little labels? It’s as if you want to make me sound dull.” He glanced up, his smile sly, though the subtle glint in his eyes revealed he wasn’t entirely unaffected by what he’d seen.

“Tell me, Mobius, is this what you do? Condense my glorious, complex existence into a silly little pamphlet? I’d almost be insulted… if I weren’t so interested in what you might know.” Mobius watched as Loki read through the file. Stifling a chuckle as Loki pointed out that he thought it was an insult to call his attempt well, an attempt.

“Ah, well I suppose you’d see it as a success. But do remember that the Avengers stopped you before you actually dominated the world. I mean, you barely managed to dominate New York.” Mobius’ smirk widened as he watched the glint of something unreadable in the man’s eyes. He knew he was irked by what was written.

“Feel free to ask me any questions you may have, Loki. And I’ll answer them as best I can.” He offered with a soft smile. He kept his demeanor calm and collected. Kept his mind clear as he spoke to keep any odd thoughts or tones from leaking through his voice. Loki’s fingers stilled as Mobius’ words hit their mark, sparking a flicker of annoyance beneath his poised exterior. He couldn’t help the tight smile that curved his lips, a smile that spoke of barbed contempt hidden behind charm.

“The Avengers,” he scoffed, the name falling off his tongue like something sour. His eyes sharpened, glinting with the remnants of past humiliation he loathed to revisit. “A band of self-righteous, costumed mortals who barely managed to scrape together enough willpower to thwart a god. How droll.” He leaned back in his chair, adopting an air of nonchalance that was betrayed by the tension in his jaw. 

“They stopped me, yes, but only through sheer luck and numbers. Had I the full extent of my power, they’d have fallen like dominoes, one by one.” His voice dropped lower, the bitterness mingling with something more dangerous. “The glory they snatched from me wasn’t theirs to claim.” Loki’s gaze drifted over Mobius, studying the agent’s calm, calculating expression with disdain mingled with curiosity. The god’s pride smarted, but there was something about this man’s willingness to banter with him that stoked Loki’s intrigue.

“Yes, well, they’re just a group of cosplaying mortals with a god and a green giant on their side,” Mobius pointed out, referring to Thor and Banner. “Let’s face it, without those two, you would have won and had New York at your fingertips.” 

“You say you’ll answer my questions,” Loki said. He tapped the file against the table, the sound louder in the quiet of the interrogation room. “Fine. Enlighten me then, Agent Mobius.” He leaned forward again, his expression a mix of curiosity and suspicion. “If you’ve truly seen my entire life—past, present, and future—then tell me this: what’s the point of it all? Am I merely a pawn in some grand cosmic scheme? Or is there… more? And while we’re at it,” he added, tilting his head, “what does the illustrious TVA see in me? Surely you wouldn’t waste your time chasing after someone who didn’t matter.” The smile lingered, but his eyes remained fixed on Mobius, sharp and searching. Loki might be playing a game with the agent across from him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hunting for answers. Mobius observed how Loki spoke, watching his mannerisms and the tension in his jaw. He smiled, admiring Loki’s attempts to control himself. Although he couldn’t help but notice Loki’s gaze drifting over him, making him feel slightly self-conscious. The sound of the file tapping sharply made him jump, but he managed to resist the urge.

“No, no, you’re not a pawn. That’s not a fair way to describe yourself, Loki.” He scolded gently. “And of course, you matter. Everyone does. Everyone has a purpose, although what that purpose is, is up to the Timekeepers and the sacred timeline.” Mobius explained, clasping his hands together and placing them on the table. Loki tilted his head, lips twitching into a grin as Mobius jumped at the sound of the file hitting the table. The agent’s composure was impressive, but not impenetrable. Loki filed that away, the corner of his mouth quirked upward as Mobius’ words began to sink in. 

“Ah, Mobius, how kind of you to acknowledge my inevitable victory, had my dear brother and that oversized oaf not intervened,” he drawled, his tone laced with faux modesty. His expression shifted slightly, though, at the agent’s next words, the faintest flicker of something deeper crossing his face. 

“A purpose, you say? Assigned by the Timekeepers?” Loki chuckled lowly, shaking his head. “And what if I reject your precious ’sacred timeline’? What then?” He leaned forward just enough for his voice to dip, his eyes gleaming. 

“After all, Mobius, I’ve never been one for following rules. But I believe you already knew that.”

“Oh yes. I knew that. And more.” Mobius smiled as he watched every movement Loki made carefully. His guard was up and yet he seemed calm and relaxed. “If you refuse, the TVA prunes you. It’s a reset that sends you back to your timeline and you live your life the way the scared timeline decides. Meaning at the end you die by the hands of a mad Titan named Thanos.” he explained so nonchalantly, as if this was a typical conversation and it wasn’t about the death that threatened Loki’s life.

“You wouldn’t remember any of this. Not me, not the TVA, not your time here. It’ll be like you never left.” Mobius finished. Though he did seem to hate talking about the man’s demise. There was a hint of sorrow in those pretty blue eyes of his. Loki froze, his smirk faltering as Mobius spoke of his death. The word Thanos hit him like a blade to the chest, his body stiffening for the briefest of moments before he regained control of his expression.

“Thanos,” he repeated, the name curling off his tongue like poison. His jaw tightened, and he forced a sharp laugh, though it rang hollow. “Well, isn’t that a cruel twist of fate? All my schemes, my plans… only to be snuffed out by him.”

He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Mobius’ with a burning intensity. “And you, you sit there, speaking of it so… casually.” He spat with venom, but there was a flicker of something raw—fear, anger, desperation, all vying for the surface. “As if my life, my death, are just footnotes in your sacred little timeline.”

Loki stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. His grin returned, but it was brittle, like shattered glass. “Tell me, Agent Mobius… do you enjoy this? Watching me squirm under the weight of my own mortality? Or are you as much a prisoner as I am?”

“Loki…” Mobius began, remaining seated as he held the time remote in his hand. He was ready to activate the time collar and reverse time to put Loki back in his chair. He was still calm, though there was now a stiffness to his shoulders, as if he had, had this happen before. Maybe he had been attacked in the past? Or maybe he knew what Loki could do and was just that cautious.

“No. I do not enjoy this. I do not enjoy the idea of you or anyone’s life ending in such a way.” he explained as he looked up at Loki. “I, however, am no prisoner. Well maybe I am? Depends on how you look at it.” he shrugged a bit.

“I do not wish for your death, Loki. That’s why I’m here. To find a way to ensure your life is a while longer. And maybe even an audience with the Timekeepers who can help you maybe get back to your timeline. Or maybe even ensure your survival?” Loki’s eyes narrowed dangerously as Mobius spoke, his fists clenching at his sides. The calm, measured tone of the agent only seemed to further ignite the embers of fury that were building in him.

“ You ... You think you can save me?” Loki’s voice was low and sharp like a whip. “You think your little Timekeepers —those pompous, faceless tyrants—will grant me mercy? I am the god of mischief, I make my own fate. No one controls me, especially not them .” His hand slammed down onto the table, the force of it sending a shudder through the metal. 

“I’ve been controlled my whole life, Mobius! By my father, by my brother, by the Avengers. And now, you , with your offers of survival, of options , expect me to sit here like a lamb waiting for slaughter? If I am to die, I will die on my own terms. Not at the whim of a trifling reset .” Mobius managed not to jump. The thought that the table would break under the strength of the god crossed his mind and left him feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“I apologize. It seems I’ve upset you. I’m well aware of who you are.” Mobius explained as he watched Loki grow more frustrated. “You are correct. You’ve been controlled more than enough and that’s far from what I mean to do.” His apology seemed genuine, and that’s because it was.

“I do not wish to control you. Rather I wish to have you aid us in catching another, dangerous variant that we are unable to catch or fight alone.” He explained the reason for all of this. “If you however don’t wish to help we can reset you now and you can be done with this song and dance.” He offered Loki a way out. But truly hoped he would at least stay and help. Loki felt the heat of his fury start to simmer down, the rush of adrenaline receding, leaving behind the raw, jagged edges of his pride. The offer to reset him—so simple, so final. It lingered in the air, heavy between them. But something about it, the certainty of it, sparked a small rebellion inside him. He was done being tossed around, done being at the mercy of others’ whims, even if it meant the constant chaos that came with being Loki.

But… help them? Aid the TVA in catching a dangerous variant? His lips shifted into a sly smile, the thought of outsmarting another would-be usurper almost too delicious to pass up.

“I see,” Loki said, his tone cool now, though there was still a flicker of defiance behind his eyes. “You need me to catch someone else. How touching.” He paused, now looking Mobius over with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

“Fine. I’ll bite.” he said. “But just know, I’m doing this because I choose to . Not because you or your TVA expect it of me.” He gave a small, dismissive wave of his hand, as if dismissing the notion of ‘helping’ them. Mobius smiled, he was ultimately glad Loki had chosen to aid their endeavors.

“Thank you, Loki.” his tone sounded a bit more…happy? Or excited? It was hard to read, as was he. Well, except the moments Loki scared the living crap out of the man. “This variant is far more dangerous than any of the TVA soldiers have ever faced. And far more intelligent…we don’t know much about the variant, except that they kill the soldiers and escape with their recharges.” Mobius explained. He didn’t want to have to prune this Loki, well he didn’t want to prune any Loki to be honest. Or anyone most of the time. That’s why he was an analyst over a soldier. He didn’t always have the heart to prune people.

“We don’t know where they go or how. There’s no information on them or where they may be either. There’s not much we fully know to be honest...” Mobius sighed. Hating the lack of information they have on the variant they’re chasing. It must make them look like idiots, and they were. He’d be surprised if Loki didn’t become upset at such idiots managing to catch him so easily yet unable to catch another. He feared the man may believe that the TVA thinks he’s weak or stupid. But that wasn’t it at all. In Mobius’ opinion they had just managed to get lucky.

“Any questions so far?” he asked, looking at Loki as he took a small breath. Loki was all ears, his eyes nearly closing as he concentrated on Mobius’ words. His interest had definitely been captured by the idea of a variant more dangerous than the TVA’s own soldiers. But the scant details were grating on him. He tilted his head, folding his arms over his chest, as a thoughtful expression crossed his face.

“If they’re as intelligent as you say,” he began, his voice smooth, carrying just the right amount of skepticism, “then we’re not dealing with an amateur.” A small, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. 

“For now… I’ll assist you.” He stretched the words out, as though it were some grand concession. “I find that I am feeling rather bored.” He let the silence hang for a moment, feeling the weight of the words settle between them. There was something almost satisfying about the back-and-forth with Mobius—like a chess match that had yet to reach its endgame.

“So,” Loki continued, his tone taking on a more mocking edge, “you’ve managed to catch me, but a variant like this slips through your fingers? How fascinating.” He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp and piercing, the amusement in his voice never faltering. “I suppose I should be flattered that you think me more of a threat than your own incompetence.”

Mobius couldn’t help but smile. Thinking the cockiness of this man was both cute and a bit odd. After all, the TVA had captured this man in a heartbeat. And yet he sat there making it seem like he was stronger and better than any around…though Mobius knew how deadly Loki could be. He also knew of his self-loving and power hungry ways. He knew if he stroked the man’s ego enough he’d comply. And it seemed to have worked, though he didn’t need to stroke much. Such a thought made Mobius hold back a chuckle.

“I mean you are more of a threat are you not?” Mobius asked, looking at Loki with calm yet fearless eyes. “We can learn a lot with your help out on the field. I know a decent amount of what your magic can do. I know with you there we’ll catch this variant in no time. Then we can see about getting you out of here. Or whatever it is you desire at the end. I’ll see that it’s yours.” Mobius thought about it and within seconds added: “Within reason that is!” Mobius felt that needed to be said. Otherwise who knew what the man would ask for in the end. And Mobius needed to ensure things didn’t get any further out of hand than necessary. He wasn’t used to being this openly acknowledged—at least not without the fear of retribution hanging over it. There was something about Mobius’ calm, fearless demeanor that intrigued him, as if the agent weren’t just afraid of what he could do, but was more focused on what they could accomplish together.

“Of course I’m more of a threat,” Loki said, a smug grin tugging at his lips. “Who else but me could bring a godsdamned multiverse to its knees, hmm? I’ve already demonstrated that my power knows no limits. And you, Mobius, are wise to see that.” He sat back down in the chair, pulling at the edge of the collar around his neck as he crossed his legs. “And as for this variant, well, I hope they’re as worthy a challenge as you say. I love a good game. And don’t worry, Mobius. I won’t ask for anything… too extravagant. For now.” Loki said in a softer tone, though still laced with his usual sarcasm.

‘Got ya,’ Mobius thought to himself. With that he finally stood up from his chair. He was shorter than Loki, but that wouldn’t be discovered until they stood face to face. His movements were slow and careful, making sure Loki could see everything as he walked over to where the man sat. He pulled out a small remote, showing it to Loki.

“Would you like me to remove that for you?” Mobius asked, motioning to the collar around the man’s neck. He wanted to make an attempt to befriend Loki. Maybe in doing so it would be easier to work together. “Though I must admit, I’m slightly excited to find out what you ask for once you catch this variant.” Mobius couldn’t hold back a small chuckle. He imagined all the things the man could ask for. And a few he was sure he would ask for. Hopefully he would get to find out at the end what he wanted. 

An eyebrow arched, and a smirk of amusement tugged at the corners of Loki’s mouth as he looked Mobius over. Mobius was under close observation. Loki’s attention was both intent and wary, his eyes narrowed in the way they had when he’d first been taken. Mobius was an enigma, wrapped in a suit—a walking mystery. He was the kind of guy who made you constantly question what you really knew even when you thought you had something figured out. And if you did know something, he made you feel pretty foolish for knowing it.

“Ah, the never-ending potential of my desires,” he said through a sigh. “I could ask for a throne, or to have the power to make reality obey my every wish. But you know, Mobius, my real wish might be for an endless supply of chocolate. But let’s not jump ahead. We must first capture this variant you are so eager to hunt down. Then, perhaps, we can have a discussion about what I really want. After all, it can’t hurt to have a little cooperation... unless you end up on my list of enemies.” He reclined, arms crossed.  “And yes I want this damned collar off. What’s the point of having a god around if you’re just going to treat him like a pet?” Mobius listened carefully to every word. A small chuckle sounding as Loki mentioned chocolate.

“I never took you one for sweets.” he said with a lighthearted smile as he clicked a button on the remote before walking closer, leaning forward and reaching out very carefully so as not to end up on the wrong side of the god. His tie was hanging slightly down in Loki’s face, it smelled nice, of a cologne that Loki hadn’t smelled before. “Stay still for a second.” Mobius requested softly as his fingers wrapped around the collar and against the skin of Loki’s neck as he worked to remove the collar.

“Chocolate, Agent Mobius,” Loki said with a slight smirk, “isn’t so much a sweet indulgence as it is a complex pleasure. One that, like all good things, should be savored slowly.” His voice was quiet but a touch of derision in the way he spoke. As Mobius’ fingers brushed against his neck to remove the collar, Loki’s breath hitched slightly, the feeling of it almost uncomfortably intimate. His pulse quickened, though he kept his expression neutral, determined not to let any sign of discomfort or reaction show. Loki’s eyes flickered to Mobius’ tie, noticing the scent that lingered, something unfamiliar yet surprisingly pleasant. He almost didn’t expect to be this close to the agent, but there was something intriguing about the way Mobius moved—calm, careful, as though he had a plan for everything.

“You’re lucky I’m in a merciful mood today, that I’ll allow this.” His lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as the collar fell away from around his neck. “But you’ll owe me for it, Agent. Be careful what favors you grant, they may come back to haunt you.” As the collar fell from Loki’s neck Mobius paid attention to how it seemed like Loki held his breath for a second. And how his pulse seemed to quicken. He pulled his hands away and straightened up as he stood up.

“Apologies again. I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable. But I had to remove the collar.” Mobius explained in an innocent tone.  He fixed his tie, smoothing it carefully back to look more professional. “Well, Loki. Shall we begin? I’ll lead you to the most recent attack and maybe there we can gain some more insight on the situation and who we may be dealing with?” Mobius offered as he looked at Loki. 

“Of course if you’d rather something else I’m happy to oblige for the time being. I don’t fear the consequences of what favors I may or may not be able to fulfill.” Either Mobius was an idiot who blindly put faith in the god of mischief, or he didn’t fear the man enough…either one made him an idiot. Loki straightened slightly as the collar fell from his neck, his fingers instinctively brushing over the newly freed skin. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, though he masked it with a playful glint in his eyes. Mobius’ touch had been light, but something about the way the agent had maneuvered around him piqued his curiosity—though it wasn’t something he’d admit to just yet. The air between them had shifted, but it was subtle enough for Loki to not make too much of it.

“Apologies are unnecessary,” Loki replied. “I am hardly a fragile creature, Mobius. I simply prefer my freedom.” He stood, brushing himself off as he walked around the table, a confident, almost eager stride in his step. 

“The most recent attack, you say?” Loki’s smile widened. “Excellent. Finally, something of actual substance. Let’s see if your variant is as entertaining as you claim.” Loki turned to Mobius, his eyes bright with focus. “And as for favors…” He shrugged, grinning. “Let’s save those for later. Right now, I’m far more interested in this variant you’ve been chasing.” Mobius gave a nod and pulled out a device. It was small and fit in the man’s hand. He opened it like an old Nintendo DS, if anyone even knew what that was.  He typed a few things in and suddenly an orangish door appeared.

“There we go.” Mobius smiled as he looked at Loki. “Shall we?” He waved his hand towards the door. It was clear he wanted Loki to follow. Though what he hadn’t told Loki was the moment they were out of the TVA Loki’s powers would return in full swing. He figured Loki would realize that the second they were there. He just hoped the man wouldn’t turn and attack him. With those thoughts in mind Mobius looked at Loki

“ I can go first if you wish,” he offered. The door materializing before them caught Loki’s attention, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in approval.

“Ah, so you do have a few tricks up your sleeve after all,” Loki mused, his gaze moving between the door and Mobius as he approached it. The idea of leaving the TVA—and the chance to stretch his powers again—was undeniably appealing, even if he had no idea what lay ahead. When Mobius offered to go first, Loki couldn’t suppress a small, sarcastic smile.

“How gallant of you,” he drawled. “But no need. I think I’ll take the lead. I can’t stand the idea of trailing after you like a lost puppy.” Loki stepped toward the door with intent to head right through, but paused in the threshold, turning to look back at Mobius with a sly smile.

“Though, be warned, when we’re out there, I won’t be as… manageable as I am here. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to break anything.” The challenge in his voice was clear, and with a smooth motion, he stepped through the door, leaving Mobius with no other choice but to follow.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Mobius let out a chuckle before following after. In truth he had already guessed Loki would wish to go first. Yet he offered regardless. Once through the door it closed behind them, or rather it disappeared. Mobius looked around. Blood still stained the ground where the soldiers had been slaughtered. The area was tied off with caution tapes and it was clear by the splatter of blood around the soldiers that they didn’t expect anything. Nearly nothing was out of place, a clear surprise attack followed by one slice kills. This variant was an expert in what they did. Mobius seemed slightly uncomfortable, yet he hid it well for the most part. His eyes scanned the area, as if there was a bit of fear that the person would return, or was waiting for more to show.

“Well…Here we are Loki…” Mobius’ tone seemed less calm and a slight bit more tense and on edge. Though not because of Loki. No, he already slightly expected an attack of some sort from him. No, it was because he slightly feared the possibility of the other variant returning and surprise attacking them. The air was heavy with the metallic tang of dried blood, Loki took a deep breath, letting the grim atmosphere wash over him. His gaze swept across the scene, lingering on the splatters of crimson and the eerie neatness of the chaos. Loki walked around the display, inspecting the disorder that had erupted so swiftly and violently—it was almost artistic. Yet there was a brutality to it that didn’t sit well with him.

“Well, this is certainly… gruesome.” Loki remarked, immediately getting to business, tapping his chin thoughtfully. He crouched over a particular splatter of blood, almost admiring the precise stain. 

“Clean deaths. Efficient. No wasted movements. This variant seems skilled, as you say.” He straightened, turning his gaze to Mobius. The tension radiating off the man was palpable, and it amused Loki endlessly.

“But they lack… subtlety. All this bloodshed? Unnecessary. Messy.” Loki noted as he turned back to look at the carnage, already trying to piece together the scene.

“My thoughts exactly.” Mobius agreed with Loki’s point of this being unnecessary and messy. “This is always the scene we walk into…always the dead soldiers and blood splattering the scene.” Mobius sighed a bit as he looked around. There was a knot in his stomach as he remembered the sight of all the dead men and women and the bottom of his shoes coated in their blood as he walked around. He tried to keep himself calm, tried to mask the hurt he was clearly feeling in his chest. But his eyes said everything. They shined with sorrow for those who had lost their lives, who should have not yet died… He looked down at a few of the stains near his feet, the ones that he tracked despite trying to be so careful not to step in the blood and desecrate the scene.

“Whoever this is…they have a grudge against the TVA. I’m not sure of their end game plans but I am sure they desire the death of TVA members….” Mobius looked up at Loki, blue eyes focused on the man as he watched him try to piece things together. He however began to feel watched, and grew more on edge than earlier. He glanced around, moving only his eyes as he kept his guard up more now than earlier.

“A grudge against the TVA?” Loki repeated. “Look closer, agent. Whoever this is doesn’t waste effort—they know your soldiers, their training, their weaknesses.” Loki paced slowly, his hands clasped behind his back as he studied the scene like a detective. His cunning eyes scanned the patterns, assessing the trajectory and force behind the splatters. The blood, the scuff marks on the floor, the lack of sound or any human life in the surrounding area was eerie.

“This wasn’t just anger, it’s strategy. These attacks aren’t random. They’re leaving a message. The question is, why here, why now? Would you have any clue?” He paused near a cluster of overturned crates, running his hand along one of the edges. “They left you nothing but corpses to chase. Are we hunting a tactician or a ghost?” Loki smirked faintly, entertaining the idea of a grand chase or fight to the death. “Because if it’s the former, I’ll enjoy outsmarting them. If it’s the latter… Well, that’s far less interesting.”

“I’m assuming a tactician. A ghost couldn’t kill.” Mobius sighed a bit. “This isn’t the first killing they’ve done. They’ve killed many of our members. Nearly a hundred by now. So it’s safe to assume they’re very cunning.” Mobius explained, looking around again. He could feel his pulse start to increase. He hated being here. Or at any of the locations attacks had happened. It always made him feel uneasy, as if he was to be attacked at any second. He tried to focus on Loki yet he found it difficult. He looked at Loki, the feeling of dread closing in closer around his heart as he grit his teeth.

“Must we stay here for much longer?” Mobius asked, clearly uncomfortable as he secretly fiddled with something silently in his pocket.

Sylvie was nearby.  She was listening in, watching, waiting until Loki was distracted and far enough away. Her target was the agent. She kept the cloak hiding her face and body hidden from view perfectly. Once the moment presented itself she snuck up behind Mobius silently, her steps not making even the slightest sound, her blade at the ready. 

Mobius sensed this, however, and with swift movements he stepped sideways quickly, though not quick enough to avoid a dagger being plunged into his shoulder, and a grunt of pain cutting through the silence of the room. Sylvie quickly disappeared, knowing it was smarter to retreat than to fight a Loki. She used her stolen Tempad to get away swiftly and closed the door behind her after grabbing her dagger. Mobius placed his hand over his shoulder as blood poured from the wound down his arm and chest, turning the brown suit darker and the white shirt red.

Loki’s head snapped toward the noise, eyes widening at the scene he glimpsed just the end of, only seeing the dagger flash and vanish with Sylvie’s retreat. His lips curled into an angry snarl as he turned back to Mobius who had blood streaming down his once-pristine suit.

“Oh, no. Absolutely not.” Loki spoke angrily as he rushed to his side. His hands hovered uncertainly before gripping his uninjured arm to prevent him from collapsing. He glared at the spot where Sylvie had disappeared, wrath simmering beneath his usually put together appearance. 

“Coward,” he muttered venomously, then turned his attention back to Mobius. “Let me see it,” he demanded, peeling Mobius’ hand away from the wound without waiting for an answer to inspect the damage. Mobius was caught off guard by Loki’s sudden anger. Though figured it was due to the variant escaping his sharp instincts. He flinched when his now blood covered hand was removed from the injury.

“It’s fine…Just need to get it patched up and I’ll be fine.” He was lying, it hurt like hell and the sudden loss of blood left him a bit dizzy. He stood still, his pulse quick and breathing a bit rough. He wasn’t used to getting hurt anymore. Not since he was removed from field work at least, this was the first time in a long while he had been hurt, though the first time ever he was this badly hurt.

He didn’t say a word, just gripped his other, uninjured arm with his bloody hand as he let Loki examine the stab wound that clearly went through and through. It wasn’t as clean a cut as it could and should have been. It was more sloppy, as if the variant meant to strike elsewhere, and she did. She was aiming for the man’s heart. Yet his instincts saved him from the fatality of her blade this round.

“Loki…how bad is it…?” Mobius asked. Trying to keep calm but it was clear he was in pain, the way his voice trembled ever so slightly was a dead giveaway. Loki’s jaw ticked as he surveyed the wound, his sharp gaze flickering between the injury and Mobius’ paling face. The sloppy stab hadn’t missed anything vital but the bleeding was significant. He let out a low, frustrated sound, his other hand hovering near Mobius as if undecided whether to help or throttle him.

“Bad enough that if you keel over and die, I’ll have to hunt down this variant without you, which is not an option.” Loki snapped, but beneath the irritation was a thread of urgency, even concern. “ If you die, I’ll personally drag your sorry carcass to the Time Keepers and demand answers for why they saddled me with an agent who can’t even dodge properly!” He took a breath to collect his composure before he pressed both his hands over the wound firmly but carefully, causing Mobius to wince. 

“Stop squirming. I can’t very well keep you alive if you insist on being dramatic.” The coppery scent of blood filled his senses, mingling unpleasantly with the stale air of this dreary corner of the timeline they’d been forced into. He detested it—being surrounded by this mess, the vulnerability, the stark reminder that Mobius was painfully, inconveniently human. He had half a mind to leave him there, let him figure out how to stitch himself back together, but the thought was fleeting.

“I’m staying as still as I can...Not all of us enjoy pain, you know?” Mobius answered in slight frustration. He looked at where Loki’s hands were pressed, the painful sensation intensified yet dulled at the same time. He looked away, turning his face from the sight of his own blood.

“At least I dodged…I’d be dead if I didn’t have some semblance of skill…” he sighed. “Besides…wait…” He smiled a bit. Realizing that Loki said finding the variant without him wasn’t an option…it actually kind of made him feel important.

“Never mind…” Mobius shook his head. Not wanting to reveal his thoughts “I felt as if someone’s eyes were on me. Though I wasn’t sure if it was you or another. I know you can create copies of yourself, though I’m not entirely sure whether or not they can harm another. So I kept on guard. Then I felt something approaching and every hair on my body stood on end and before I knew it my body moved on its own…then came the pain of the blade in my shoulder…and before I could breath it was gone and so was the presence.” Mobius sighed a bit as he explained. Trying to calm his racing heart and avoid Loki knowing how terrified and in pain he truly was.

“Guess it’s safe to say I’m a target too. Maybe we can use that to our advantage?” he asked, looking at Loki with a look that made it seem like using Mobius as bait was the most logical idea. 

“You may be a target, but you’re also...mildly useful. And while I’m not entirely sure I trust you, I won’t let you die. So, don’t test me by playing the martyr. There are better ways to lure this variant out, and I’ll find them.” A flicker of something strange crossed Loki’s face, but it was gone before Mobius could decipher it. Loki exhaled, irritation creeping back into his voice. 

“You’re lucky you’re not dead already.” He glanced at the blood-stained hand still gripping Mobius’ arm and allowed himself a breath.  The words ‘lucky you’re not dead’ were meant to sting, to remind Mobius of the thin line between survival and oblivion, but there was something else in Loki’s words, something far more reluctant than mocking. 

Don’t get too attached. 

Loki mentally reinforced the thought, trying to ignore the way Mobius’ pulse thudded under his grip, the warmth of his skin, still there, still breathing. The silence stretched for a heartbeat longer than was comfortable and Loki looked away to see if there was anything helpful in the vicinity. but a part of him lingered on the fact that Mobius had almost literally just died in his periphery. Maybe there was more to this mortal than he’d let on.

“We can just return to the TVA and get this patched up…or for all I care, rip the shirt and we can use those as bandages.” Mobius explained, finding it hard for his mind to focus on much despite trying to. He watched Loki, wondering what was going through his head as he spoke, as he seemed to search. Wondering if there was any way he could help. And trying to help by suggesting. Though it did sting, that he was dragging this mission down and they had just begun.

“Sorry for this Loki…” He sighed. This, this was one of many reasons he wasn’t a field agent, a soldier. This and many others. He wasn’t as quick as most, or as strong. His best asset was his instincts and his intelligence, but that could only get one so far.

“I’ll do my best to be more careful next time.” Mobius promised, though avoiding eye contact with Loki as he instead stared at Loki’s hands on the wound, now coated in his blood. He bit back a shiver and wince, hating the sight of his own blood. Though he then realized how much he had lost and the realization only served to make him more dizzy, to make his pulse rise with slight panic and fear mingled into one shuddering breath.

“Apologies are useless, Mobius. They won’t stop the bleeding, and they certainly won’t undo your mistake.” Loki’s words were serrated, but his tone had softened, almost as if he couldn’t quite commit to his usual bite. He glanced up at Mobius, catching the man’s averted gaze and the tension in his trembling breath. Loki’s hands shifted slightly as he applied more pressure, ignoring the sticky warmth of Mobius’ blood. He paused, considering his next words carefully.

“We’ll get you back to the TVA, but you’re not ripping the shirt. You look ridiculous enough as it is, bleeding out all over the place, and I won’t have you dying on me because of some shoddy makeshift bandage. And stop that.” Loki’s tone was cutting but not cruel. “That look on your face—like you’re the weak link dragging everything down. You’re smarter than that. So act like it.” It wasn’t just about survival or freedom anymore; Loki was beginning to see something in Mobius, a rare blend of wit and earnest resolve that felt weirdly grounding amidst this Timekeeping chaos. He wouldn’t admit it outright, of course, but the idea of losing Mobius, this odd, infuriatingly steadfast mortal, stirred something uncomfortably close to concern. Loki had too few allies in this place, and fewer still he might ever actually trust. Mobius, for all his flaws, was proving to be someone worth keeping around.

“You’re right. No need to make myself look any more foolish right?” Mobius slightly chuckled, though there was no true amusement behind it. He was still upset at himself. Even with the sharp sting of Loki’s words jabbing into his heart like a dagger. He took out his Tempad and clicked a few buttons, opening the temporal door, the orangish glow lighting the area faintly and illuminating off the blood on Mobius. He looked at the scene, then the door, then Loki and forced a smile.

“Shall we?” He didn’t care who went first, not at first at least. Though then he thought of the possibility of the variant returning and gently pushed Loki through the door first. Though he was weak, his hands trembling as he gently forced the man through the door he followed through, no issues…not this time at least.

“Okay. We’re back. Shall we head to the medical bay?” Mobius suggested, though swaying on his feet a bit as he took a step forward. Instincts told him to grab something, anything to keep stable. His hand reached out swiftly, gripping shakily onto Loki’s arm as if that was the most obvious and stable thing to grab. The warmth Mobius could feel through the man’s clothing made him realize what he had done and retract his hand.

“…This way…” Mobius tried to sound as if he wasn’t hurt. As if he hadn’t lost a decent amount of blood. Sylvie, despite missing her mark, knew exactly where to cut to ensure maximum pain, and maybe even the eventual death of the older looking man. Though she didn’t foresee Loki being there, or the fact that Loki may wish to keep the man around for some reason.

Mobius took a steadying breath before turning to walk down the hall, managing to keep his balance as he fought the urge to sway and ignored the dizzying spin of the corridor the best he could as he walked, his hand gripping onto his shoulder again.

Loki stepped through the glowing doorway with an irritated huff, casting a wary glance at Mobius as the man stumbled after him. The faint, dull, glow of the TVA’s sterile halls swept over him, and although the place was dull as rocks, he preferred being here rather than in the unknown where he had to fear for both his own and Mobius’ safety.

“You’re more stubborn than I gave you credit for,” Loki remarked dryly. “Fine. Medical bay it is, then. But don’t expect me to carry you there if you collapse halfway. I’ve done enough babysitting for one day.” Despite his words, Loki’s steps slowed slightly, keeping closer than necessary as Mobius led the way, his usual detachment tempered by a watchfulness that bordered on protective, ready to catch him if he did end up falling. This was what he’d been reduced to: a glorified nursemaid, trailing after Mobius like some loyal dog. Mobius, for his part, seemed oblivious—or maybe he just didn’t care.

For all his complaints, the thought of Mobius crumpling to the ground was unsettling. Loki wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because the man had an annoying ability to worm his way into situations he had no business surviving, and for some inexplicable reason, Loki found himself unwilling to watch him fail.

Mobius’ mind was mostly blank. Though thoughts replayed the incident like a broken record that could only play one beat. Him, standing there while Loki looked around, then the surge of pain through his shoulder and the cold bite of the dagger in his skin for seconds before it was yanked out ungracefully. The feeling of warmth as his blood quickly spilled down his arm and chest and the sudden racing of his heart as his mind made sense of what had happened. The fear that followed only made him feel worse, made him nauseous as he walked down one hall and then another.

None of the soldiers seemed too bothered by the state of the agent, as if this was a normal thing. Soldiers getting hurt and returning stumbling or in pain…and yet Mobius wasn’t a soldier, he shouldn’t have been hurt. But no one batted an eye. No one even spared so much as a glance towards the man as he walked with Loki tailing behind him. Although Loki was right, Mobius hadn’t noticed how close he was, or how much he seemed to possibly hate the situation.

Mobius was doing rather well. Walking as stable as he could. Though the flickering of the lights down a hall made his vision blur and caused him to stumble forward. He cursed in his mind, hating his own weakness, hating that Loki of all people saw him in such a state…He was sure it would be something Loki used against him later on.

With a few quick steps, Loki was beside him, his hand shooting out to grip the man’s elbow with surprising steadiness. Loki’s gaze flicked upward as the lights faltered, the faint flickering casting distorted shadows across the hall.

“Must I do everything myself?” Loki hissed, the words tinged with sarcasm, his hold on Mobius was undeniably firm. He scanned the man with an exasperated look, noting the pallor of his face and the trembling of his limbs. “You mortals and your fragility. Honestly, it’s a wonder you’ve survived this long without someone holding your hand.” He glanced ahead, ensuring no one was within earshot before his tone softened, barely. 

“Don’t delude yourself into thinking I’ll take pleasure in this later. Your weakness is hardly worth the energy to mock. Now stop stumbling around like a newborn fawn and lean on me if you must. You’re embarrassing us both.” Loki adjusted his pace to match Mobius’ slower steps, his grip still secure as he all but forced the agent to maintain his balance. Loki was eager to find the medical bay and get Mobius cleaned up as quickly as possible.

Mobius was caught off guard, his breath stilling as he felt Loki’s grip on his arm. It was firm yet didn’t seem as if there was any malice behind it. Though his words stung a bit, but not as much as one would think. Hesitantly, Mobius leaned on Loki, letting himself stabilize his steps using Loki. He was slower than he should be. But he didn’t seem to care anymore.

Before long they got to the medical bay. It smelled over-sanitized and was neat and tidy. It was unsettling to Mobius. He sighed and let go of Loki, prying himself off weakly as he sat in the closest chair.

“Just give me a moment to catch my bearings….I’ll get back up and grab the stuff needed…” Mobius sighed a bit as he leaned back against the chair, closing his eyes as he let his heartbeat start to calm, though he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. He focused instead on the presence of Loki in the room as he tried to calm the dizziness a bit more so he could focus.

“Didn’t mean to embarrass you, god of mischief….” Mobius chuckled a bit as he slightly picked on Loki. There was a hint of something in his voice. Not judgment, not sarcasm, but something else, something hard to place. Perhaps respect? Or maybe he was teasing the man somehow? Though he definitely wasn’t. Loki’s lips flattened into a thin, frustrated line as Mobius collapsed into the chair. His gaze swept over the clinical space, his patience wearing thinner by the second. 

“A moment, is it?” he muttered under his breath, glancing around the medical bay with growing irritation. He huffed impatiently. “Are there no doctors here? Or did they decide to take the day off?” He walked to a nearby counter, hands on his hips, surveying the infirmary like it had personally offended him.

“Truly, this place is a joke.” He looked at Mobius, noting the faint amusement—or perhaps it was exhaustion?—in his voice. The sight of Mobius, sitting so... helpless in the chair made him almost feel bad about the incident. “Perhaps I’ll have to summon someone. This is absurd.” At this Mobius let out a small laugh. One that seemed a bit dull. He had nearly forgotten Loki didn’t know the TVA the way he did.

“They wouldn’t waste doctors on an analyst like me. They’re only for the soldiers. I was once a soldier, but I was demoted.” Mobius got up, managing to calm his dizziness enough to do so and went over to a few drawers. In these drawers were many different types of medical supplies. From everyday bandages to wound dressings of various types; tapes, wraps, pads. Amongst it all was even a kit containing needles and thread. Mobius looked around at the stuff, debating what was needed, though he didn’t know given that he hadn’t even bothered to look at the injury. With that in mind he painfully removed his suit jacket, laying it on the chair by the counter and undid the buttons of his shirt with one hand, wanting to move his shoulder as little as possible.

He avoided eye contact with Loki, seeming to be lost in his own world as he focused on undoing the buttons. Loki watched closely as the man disrobed. The sight of the man’s bare chest was far from unpleasant, and Loki found himself unable to look away for long. He was drawn to the drawers full of medical supplies, and he wondered how often Mobius had used them on himself. It was a thought that couldn’t leave the back of his mind. Loki leaned in closer, trying to get a better look at the extent of his injury without being too obvious. As Mobius avoided eye contact, Loki’s attention was on to his focused yet pained expression.

“Are you certain you don’t require assistance?” Loki had seen countless battles and wounds over his time, but something there was about this situation that tugged at him differently. He wasn’t offering out of pity. It was something else entirely. Mobius looked over the wound in a nearby mirror, examining it the best he could. He had planned on caring for the injury himself to keep Loki from having to dirty his hands further. However, he couldn’t deny that he would need help…mainly with how bad it hurt. He gave a glance towards Loki.

“…I suppose I could use some help…” Mobius admitted, taking a small calming breath. “I’ve never been good at dressing my own wounds…or the sight of my own blood…” There was a hint of amusement to his voice as he spoke. It was clear he was attempting to put himself in a better mind space. “Would you mind, Loki?” Mobius asked, finally making eye contact with the god before him.

“So, the brave Agent Mobius can handle variants and temporal anomalies but draws the line at a little blood and bandaging? How... quaint.” Loki said as he stepped closer, assessing the wound. He gestured for Mobius to sit again. “I suppose letting you botch this yourself would reflect poorly on my reputation. I can’t have anyone thinking I let my… partner bleed out like an idiot.” The last words were spoken with a teasing inflection as he went over to the drawers Mobius had gone through previously to get some more supplies he would need. 

“Don’t expect me to make a habit of this.” Despite Loki’s words, his hands worked with care as he procured the right materials, his usual arrogance tempered with a rare hint of consideration. Mobius liked the sound of that. Of Loki calling him his partner. It made him smile, made him feel like everything would be alright. He watched Loki grab items, watching as he seemed to have an air of consideration. He smiled a little and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes

“Maybe that’s true. You see, handling others is easier. Taking care of others is easier. Though at the moment I always think I’d rather be the one hurt, that I’d switch places with the person I was helping. Yet here I am, hurt, and the only thing is…I’m not cut out for field work anymore.” Mobius chuckled a bit as looked at the injury.

“Though it could be worse, I think the variant was aiming elsewhere…I just wish I would have gotten a look at the person behind me.” He sighed. “Oh well, there’s always next time.” Mobius smiled, though for the first time since Loki had known the man there was a hint of annoyance and irritation in his tone. It was clear he was very irritated by the situation.

“And thank you for the care by the way.” Loki busied himself with washing his hands first, then the supplies, his long fingers deftly opening a packet and pouring antiseptic onto the gauze. The distinct scent of alcohol filled the air as he bent slightly to Mobius’ level, inspecting the wound again. 

“Hold still. This is going to sting. And don’t start whining, or I’ll make it worse just for fun.” Loki’s touch was surprisingly careful as he cleaned the wound. His hands moved with practiced precision, steady and unhurried. He threaded a clean needle with a swift motion. The first stitch pierced through Mobius’ skin with ease, Loki’s movements quick and strategic.

“You’re fortunate,” he continued, his voice low, almost conversational to keep Mobius distracted. “The blade missed anything vital. I’d say your instincts saved your life. Barely.”

Mobius winced in pain as the feeling of the alcohol touched his wound, unable to keep quiet as Loki had commanded. The burning sensation and the strong scent filling the air left him at a loss for breath as he closed his eyes to fight back the sting of tears that threatened to fall. He took a steadying breath and gripped onto his knee with his good arm to try and remain as still as possible.

“Hey, that’s a plus, huh?” Mobius chuckled a bit. Taking Loki’s words as a compliment as he tried to calm his mind and racing heart. It stung and burned and throbbed. Everything Loki did only made him hurt worse, then the pain numbed suddenly and he felt a wave of dizziness intensifying as it washed over him, barely managing to remain still. He closed his eyes to everything and let his body tense up to remain still. He wanted to apologize for being weak to pain, though usually he wasn’t, this was just a different kind of pain than he had felt before. But he couldn’t say a word, he opened his mouth but nothing came out.

The god frowned as he finished another stitch, his free hand briefly resting on Mobius’ uninjured shoulder. But when Loki noticed Mobius’ reaction, the wince, the tensing muscles, the unspoken struggle behind his closed eyes. Loki’s brow furrowed in something dangerously close to worry.

“Mobius, don’t start fainting on me now,” he muttered, his tone harsher than intended but with an undercurrent of unease. Loki leaned closer and briskly finished the last couple stitches. “There,” he said with forced calmness as he tied off the last stitch. “Done.” He straightened, tossing the needle and bloodied gauze on the nearest counter, wiping his hands on the front of his beige TVA jumpsuit. His gaze lingered on Mobius for a moment, assessing his condition once again. “Breathe. Slowly. You’ll manage.”

Mobius was glad it was over. He tried to breathe, to calm himself further as he focused on the feeling of Loki’s hand on his shoulder. “I won’t faint…I may be weak but not that weak…” Mobius did his best to keep himself awake. It was true, he felt faint. But he wouldn’t let this god who took such kind care of him see him in any further weakened state.

“I’m fine…thank you, Loki…” Mobius took a deep breath. “Now that I’m patched up….shall we get back to work searching for that variant?” He tried to sound strong, to be brave and hide that he was in no shape to be moving. But he wasn’t sure if he would be strong enough to, though he told himself he had to be. “The quicker the better, right?”

Loki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stepped away from Mobius, his shoes clicking against the floor. “Mobius, you truly are the most stubborn mortal I’ve ever met,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ve just been stabbed, barely stitched up, and you’re already thinking about diving headfirst into danger again?” He crossed the room to a row of cabinets, opening them with a flick of his wrist. 

“No no, we’re not going anywhere just yet. Not until you’re in a state that won’t have you falling over the moment the variant so much as sneezes in your direction.” Frustration crept in his voice as he sorted through unfamiliar bottles. None of these were things he was accustomed to—medicine was not exactly his forte, but he knew the basics. He opened the next drawer, rifling through various vials, though none seemed immediately familiar to him. His brow furrowed as he glanced back at Mobius, his expression unreadable with a small bottle in one hand.

“I’m hardly a master of medicine, but this should help ease some of the pain. It’s not permanent, of course, but it’ll take the edge off. You should rest, but if you’re determined to chase after this variant, perhaps this will make you a little less insufferable.” He offered it with a small smile, though his eyes held something deeper, something like care that Loki himself wasn’t sure how to interpret. And he didn’t care to, at the moment. “Don’t overdo it, though. I don’t want to be patching you up again anytime soon.”

Mobius took the bottle and looked it over for a moment. Loki had given him some rather strong pain meds, but he didn’t necessarily refuse it. After all, he was in no position to. He took the medicine, grabbing a cup of water using the small paper cups in the room. He then looked at Loki, attempting to read everything the man was expressing.

“Thanks again. I won’t hold you back. I’d just like to get this over with…but if you’d rather read what little files we have on the variant and their attacks we can do that instead.” Mobius offered, standing there with his shirt still off as he looked over at the injury that Loki so kindly mended and smiled. “I wouldn’t call this barely stitched up. You did an amazing job!” he complimented as he waited for Loki to choose what he desired to do. Loki watched Mobius for a moment, the way he stood there, his stance just shy of crumbling but still brimming with determination. That steadfastness, the refusal to falter even when it was clear he was straining, was both admirable and aggravating. His gaze softened slightly, though he quickly masked it with a casual tone. 

“Don’t flatter me.” Loki said breezily as he crossed his arms and tilted his head, arching a brow. His eyes swept over Mobius, lingering on the bloodstained remnants of his shirt. “If we’re going to sit and examine some insipid files, the least you can do is look somewhat decent. I refuse to sit near you while you’re dressed like that. It’s distracting...though I suppose that’s likely the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about your wardrobe.” The corners of his mouth quirked upward in a smirk, but before Mobius could respond, Loki turned on his heel. He moved toward the door, already assuming Mobius would follow. 

“Come along, partner. Let’s find you something that doesn’t look like it’s been through a shredder. And no arguments—you might not care how you present yourself, but I do. I need new attire as well.”

Mobius sighed, shaking his head but following Loki nonetheless. He kept close behind the man, a bit embarrassed to be seen in such a state. In truth he wasn’t normally one for public displays of showing himself off, I mean no one would really want to see a man that looked like him shirtless, not to mention injured.  He tried to push the thought from his mind as they walked, keeping his head down as he avoided the gaze of others, who stared as he walked behind Loki like a scolded child who was in trouble.

“My clothes are in my room. I can get you something less jumpsuit style after we get something different on me…” Mobius offered as he smiled a little, glancing up at the back of Loki’s head. His hair looked rather soft, he almost wished to reach out and touch it. But maybe that was due to having lost so much blood and the painkillers. They possibly clouded his judgment, at least that’s what he was telling himself. Though, still he liked being called Loki’s partner. It made him smile.

Quietly, Loki allowed his curiosity about Mobius’ lodgings to linger in his thoughts. What would it reveal about the man? Loki had a habit of reading people through their environments, whether they knew it or not. But he kept his musings to himself, unwilling to give Mobius the satisfaction of knowing he’d piqued the god’s interest.

“Your room.” Loki said smoothly, keeping his tone neutral. “Very well, I’ll follow your lead. But let’s not dawdle too long.” He wondered what the space might reveal about the man who somehow balanced shrewdness with an almost infuriating optimism. Loki walked quickly, his long strides making it clear he had little patience for lingering in the open halls where every passing person seemed to add to Mobius’ discomfort. Still, he couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder at the man trailing behind him, catching the fleeting smile Mobius wore.

“Where exactly is this room of yours?” he asked. “I assume it’s not far, but I’d rather not wander the halls like a lost soul.” Mobius trailed after as quickly as his feet could carry him given his condition. Though as soon as he registered Loki’s question he chuckled.

“Right here.” he answered as he stopped walking and opened the door to his room. Once inside Mobius turned on the lights, illuminating a clean and very organized space. There was a bed, neatly made, almost too neatly…did this man ever sleep would be something one would question. The sheets were a dark blue and tucked nearly in place. The pillowcase was black, and looked soft. The fitted sheets were black as well, tucked in very nicely. He had a beautiful oak wood desk, on it stacked piles of files neatly organized though turned upside down so the names were hidden. There was a black leather chair pushed neatly into the desk. A small bedside table with a single drawer next to the bed held a small lamp that was off. It was a blue lamp and had a white shade. Another door was on the left wall, it was closed but led to a personal bathroom. The last item of note was an oak dresser, it held four drawers on each side, eight in total. There was no telling what was inside. But truth be told it held his clothing of course. Shirts with suit jackets, pants, socks and boxers on the four drawers on one side, the other four were empty. Mobius walked over to the dresser and began to open the third drawer, revealing nothing but white button up shirts. He pulled one out, careful not to accidentally unfold the others as he looked back at Loki.

“Sorry for the boring room set up.” Mobius chuckled. Loki stepped inside, his eyes taking in the room with quiet interest. He allowed himself a moment to observe the immaculate order Mobius seemed to keep in all aspects of his life. The neatness was almost unsettling, like a reflection of how Mobius tried to keep control in the chaos of his existence. He watched as Mobius pulled out a button-up shirt, and the corner of Loki’s mouth twitched with amusement.

“Boring?” Loki repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Quite the opposite, actually. It’s... orderly. Not a hint of clutter. I would’ve thought your... adventurous nature might leave a few things in disarray.” He glanced around again, his gaze lingering on the files stacked so neatly on the desk. 

“You must really dislike surprises, hm?” He couldn’t help but feel a slight intrigue. Despite Mobius’ usual composed exterior, this room suggested a deeper layer, a desire for calm and order, something Loki had yet to fully decipher. He looked purposefully around the room, taking in the area like he did at the crime scene, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“Perhaps you have something hidden away here. A wild side, maybe?” Loki turned back to Mobius, remembering why they were there in the first place. “Now, do you need me to help with that shirt, or can you manage?”

“I doubt you’ll find anything wild here.” Mobius huffed a bit at Loki’s remarks on his room. Though wondering what kind of wild side Loki was hoping for. “And no, I don’t usually enjoy surprises. Especially when it comes to work. Surprises can often lead to….well….” he gestured to his injured shoulder with a small chuckle. “As for help…hm…maybe I can do it on my own. I’m sore, but I’m sure I can do it.” Mobius commented as he unbuttoned the shirt carefully before staring at it. He wasn’t so sure anymore to be honest. But he didn’t want to keep bugging Loki so he had to do it. Loki wasn’t quite sure why, but there was something oddly endearing about Mobius’ attempt to remain independent. The man’s determination was almost admirable—if not annoying.

“Surprises can indeed be... troublesome,” Loki agreed with a small nod, his tone acknowledging the truth in Mobius’ words. “But sometimes they bring the most interesting results. You should try it once in a while, perhaps not in the field, of course.” His voice softened slightly, as though the thought of Mobius getting hurt more deeply than he already had wasn’t something he was willing to entertain. As Mobius continued with his shirt, Loki took the opportunity to wander over to the oak desk, fingers gliding across the edges of the files stacked there. He felt a spark of curiosity. He wasn’t accustomed to not knowing everything about his surroundings, especially not when it came to someone as meticulous as Mobius. He flipped open one file, his expression shifting as he read, but the quiet presence of Mobius in the room tugged at him more than any document could. Mobius got the buttons undone and began to work on tugging the shirt on. He glanced back at Loki as he watched him pick up a file and smiled a bit. It was a file on Loki, well the version of Loki that stood in his room. He worked on the shirt fully and began to button it.

“Having fun with my files? Please don’t get them out of order…” Mobius’ words held no irritation, more amusement. “Shall we go find you some new clothes now?” He asked as he pulled on the jacket as he walked to Loki. A slight smile on his face as his jacket and shirt fully hid his injuries, though the pain was still evident in his eyes. 

“Really now?” Loki muttered, closing the file with a snap and tossing it back onto the desk after scanning a few pages about himself. “I suppose I should be charmed that I’m so well documented.” With a half-sigh, he turned back to Mobius, slightly flustered but hiding it with his usual composure.

“Fine, let’s get me out of this ridiculous TVA outfit and see if we can find something more fitting for me. I’m sure you know my tastes.” He gave a small, reluctant smile, though the slight crease in his brow remained. “After all, it seems you have a very… thorough catalog of me already.” Loki brushed past Mobius, trying to hide the small rush of embarrassment that warmed his cheeks. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much, but he didn’t care to dwell on it. Not now. Mobius moved the file back into place before going to follow Loki. He left his room, turning off his light and closing the door gently.

“Okay. This way.” Mobius smiled as he motioned in a direction before walking forward. The medicine Loki gave him was working very well, maybe too well. He wasn’t in any pain anymore, and even seemed more on balance despite the blood loss.

“And yes, I know how you like to dress. According to Thor, you like to dress like a witch.” Mobius chuckled at the thought as they walked. Once again no one seemed to pay attention to the man. It was as if he was invisible. Or maybe they figured they had more pressing matters? Regardless, Mobius didn’t mind that they didn’t pay attention to him. It made his work easier.

“By the way, how are you feeling, Loki?” Mobius asked, glancing back at the man as they walked. He was truly curious about how Loki was holding up. Though he figured it wasn’t going to be a good answer. Loki followed along quietly, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression neutral but less guarded as Mobius talked to him.

“You’ve heard from Thor?” Loki muttered, clearly not thrilled with the idea of his brother’s opinion on his attire. “I’m certain he’s not the most reliable source when it comes to fashion, given his fondness for tunics and... well, whatever that ridiculous helmet is supposed to be.” He huffed, though he was slightly amused. He was fond of his brother sometimes. As Mobius glanced back, asking how he was feeling, Loki’s gaze shifted slightly, his usual bravado quickly slipping back into place.

“Oh, you know. I’m surviving,” Loki replied. “I’m fine, relatively speaking. Now, let’s hurry up and find me something half-decent to wear.” He gave Mobius a half-smile, still wearing a bit of an edge but also trying to keep things light between them. Loki didn’t often talk about his own well-being, especially not with someone who might actually care.

“Ah, no. Sadly I’ve never met a Thor variant. But I’ve seen how he speaks to and about you in the timelines. It was a remark he made about a rather nice black outfit you had worn in one of the future timelines. It looked rather nice on you, I thought.” Mobius chuckled as he got to a place where the extra things were kept. From armor to clothing to bedding and everything in between.

“Here we are. Pick whatever suits you. I can stand outside the door so you don’t feel as if you’re being watched when you change.” Mobius offered. He was watching the shifts in Loki's mood much more than Loki realized. Especially now that he wasn’t doing as bad as earlier. He kept his mind clear, however, well for now at least as he looked around the room. He was sure there would be some clothing Loki would like….or so he hoped at least. Loki raised an eyebrow at the description of Thor’s comment about his outfit but didn’t comment on it. He followed Mobius to the room and looked at the assortment of garments, his eyes scanning over the various options. Loki had always been particular about his clothing, choosing outfits that reflected his status and personality.

“My future self…Well, at least in one timeline I look good.” Loki chuckled though it was slightly bitter. “And, I suppose I’ll call out when I’m done changing into something more appropriate.” 

Mobius. The man had become a perplexing enigma, someone Loki might have dismissed as another simple mortal had it not been for the way he managed to affect the god of mischief, pulling him into moments of unexpected sincerity. Was it the allure of friendship? Or something else? Loki ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake the lingering discomfort of these thoughts while he searched the room for anything worth wearing. He had never needed anyone, never allowed himself to depend on anyone. Yet, with Mobius, there was an unsettling sense of connection, a partnership that didn’t feel entirely transactional as he had once thought. For the first time in his life, perhaps he was questioning his own solitary path. He shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. He ended up choosing brown business slacks, a matching tie, and a dark jacket, something akin to what Mobius often wore. The belt buckle even said TVA on it.

Mobius had left, standing outside the door as he promised he would be. He fiddled with his buttons a bit, trying to keep his mind from wandering to the injury. He was still blaming himself for this. Still telling himself he failed and the mission did too because of him. He leaned against the wall, his mind wandering to Loki. He didn’t look bad in the jumpsuit. But it didn’t suit him or his status as a god.

Mobius still wondered how soft Loki’s hair must be, he was sure Loki would take great care of himself. Mobius also couldn’t deny Loki smelled rather nice, but still these were thoughts he could never say out loud. His mind then wandered to Loki’s touch earlier. It made his heart slightly race as he felt his cheeks lightly flush, quickly shaking his head to silence such thoughts!

Loki had finally settled on an outfit that reminded him of Mobius, a nicer button down and tie rather than something more Asgardian. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, running his fingers over the fabric to make sure he looked as presentable as possible.

“I can work with this,” Loki murmured to himself. He looked somewhat different out of his TVA jumpsuit he was subjected to before. The fabric was comfortable and the cut was flattering. There was something about the way the suit outlined his lean but sturdy frame that made him look every bit like the prince he was. His hair had been tousled a bit from changing, making him even more appealing in his own way. He stepped out of the room, meeting Mobius in the corridor.

“What do you think? Does it suit me?” Loki asked, turning slightly to a different angle. Mobius was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of Loki’s voice. He looked up, thinking the man would choose something typical to his style, not that he would have minded. However, the second he saw Loki standing there in an outfit similar to his but far more fitted made Mobius forget how to breathe.

He stared at the man for a bit longer than necessary, looking up and down at the clothing and how they seemed to hug Loki’s body perfectly. And the slightly mussed hair just tied it all together beautifully. Mobius blinked, finally, and managed a smile despite his lightly blushed cheeks now.

“Yes, I think it suits you very well.” Mobius forced his tone to be calm, which was harder than he thought it should ever be. Loki looked amazing in literally anything he wore. But dang it Mobius wasn’t prepared for this kind of view. Loki would be such a distraction on the dang field now! Though Mobius wasn’t complaining, well, not verbally at least. Loki adjusted the cuffs of his new fitted jacket, a grin spreading across his face as he caught the lingering look Mobius gave him.

“I’ll take that as high praise coming from you, Mobius,” Loki quipped, voice smooth as velvet. He shifted his weight, clearly enjoying the attention. “Now then,” he continued, his tone turning all business. “We’ve spent enough time playing dress-up, wouldn’t you agree? Those files you mentioned earlier, I’m curious to see how this variant managed to outmaneuver the TVA’s best. After all, if they’re good enough to land you in this state, they must be exceptional.” Loki tilted his head, a spark of playfulness in his expression.

“So, Mobius, care to walk me through what we’re dealing with? Or shall I piece it together myself while you keep staring?” He added the last bit with another grin, clearly reveling in his ability to fluster. Mobius blinked as he realized he had been staring. He cleared his throat and turned away quickly, his shoes making a slight click on the floor as he turned his back to Loki.

“This way to the archives then.” Mobius was flustered by being caught, and even more flustered by Loki’s teasing. The god was so observant and seemed to see through Mobius quite well. It was both exciting yet infuriating at the same time. He began to walk, taking a small breath to calm himself

“As I mentioned, we don’t have much on the variant. No one’s ever faced them and lived to tell the tale. They’ve all met their end by what I’m now assuming is the same dagger that plunged into my shoulder earlier.” Mobius began to explain, shifting back to business rather easily. It seemed he had a talent of switching between one mode to the next, like a robot that had been fine tuned to do so at a moment’s notice.

“All the files will be on what the variant had done, the injuries caused, the locations, how many dead, and what, if anything, was missing from the soldiers. The variant themself never leave anything behind. Not a single clue or even strand of hair that has been found. Though I can safely say they are shorter than me. The angle of the dagger says that. And they smelled of nature, oddly noticeable considering the other smell of blood in the air. I didn’t get a look at them though. But those are the two things I recall most.” At least now that his mind was more clear he was able to remember more details, and seemed sharper than some gave him credit for. He wasn’t a soldier turned top analyst for nothing after all. 

Loki followed Mobius through the corridors, trying to maintain a professional demeanor, but he couldn’t help but find Mobius’ flustered reaction amusing. He had always had a knack for pushing buttons, and it seemed Mobius was no exception. He listened intently to Mobius’ account of the variant, his interest piqued. The lack of information and the consistent use of the dagger was interesting to Loki. He was impressed by the analyst’s attention to detail despite the pain and trauma he must have just experienced merely hours before.

“It sounds like we’re dealing with a highly skilled, stealthy, and well-prepared enemy. The fact that they leave no clues behind is concerning, but the information you’ve provided is valuable,” Loki said, determined. As they approached the archives, Loki’s curiosity and eagerness only grew. He was abuzz with theories and strategies. 

“It’s rare to meet an opponent who’s so good at covering their tracks.” Mobius walked in, gathering the box of files that was full of incidents but every file was rather small and empty. He did say they had little and that was true, but the amount was vast.

“Okay, here’s all the attacks. Each file starts similar and ends the same.” Mobius chuckled a bit as he sat down. Then sighed.

“I need to report mine too…” He seemed to not want to go make a report, but knew he had to. “I need to go put in my report. Think I can trust you to sit here and wait until I get back Loki?” Mobius asked as he looked at the man. His blue eyes held a small bit of irritation in them as if he wasn’t enthused about the idea of reporting the situation to his higher up. In truth he saw Renslayer as a friend. And he figured she saw him the same way. But she always seemed on edge, like one more incident could send her into a rage of some kind. He could always tell how much she was holding back, and it always left him ever so slightly on guard even though he’d push her buttons for fun once in a while. Loki understood the seriousness of the situation. He nodded firmly.

“Yes, of course. I’ll stay here and start going through these files. I promise, I won’t leave this room until you return,” Loki assured him, trying to ease Mobius’ concerns. “You can trust me, Mobius. I’m a man of my word.” Loki added for good measure, his voice sincere. As Mobius stepped to leave the room, Loki’s eyes scanned the boxes of files, eager to delve into them. However, he wondered if there were files on Mobius himself. Better yet, he was inclined to find files on himself. Mobius left to go make his report. There were indeed files on Mobius, though none of them spoke of his origins before the TVA. They spoke of his time as a soldier, his intelligence, his abilities, and many other things. But nothing before the TVA or about a younger version of him. 

Mobius went to Renslayer’s office and talked at length with her. Told her what happened and how he was tended to. Told her of what he could recall and the things he felt. She reported it all. Printing out the file and placing it in a new folder to be put with the rest, which Mobius took to take with the others Loki was meant to be going through. Then he and Renslayer spoke about Loki. About the care the mischievous god took of Mobius and how his ’word’ almost never amounted to anything, given that he was a manipulative liar. Mobius scolded the woman gently, telling her he trusted Loki at the moment. He then turned on his heel and walked away before another word could be said. 

By now it had nearly been two hours. Mobius was on edge, his shoulder throbbed from Renslayer having decided to take a look at it. She had poked and prodded at the injury until it throbbed again, though she swore it wasn’t her intention. He sat down in a chair, sitting silently as he placed the new file down next to the box. He then just leaned forward, his thumb and index finger pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed a bit.

“Apologies for taking so long…” Mobius spoke softly, though he also had no idea what files Loki had read or was reading. He was too irritated at the moment to pay attention. Loki felt a mix of frustration and disappointment. The file he’d found on Mobius was incredibly brief, providing next to no information on his past, his origins, or even any details about who he was before the TVA. Loki had hoped to find anything that could reveal more about this enigmatic analyst, but it seemed the TVA kept their secrets closely guarded. Loki glanced up as Mobius returned.

“Don’t worry about it,” Loki responded curtly, quickly gathering the files he had been reading, not wanting to let on that he was snooping around. “I’ve been going through the files on the variant’s attacks. Honestly, they’re not as helpful as I had hoped.” Loki had read the file about Mobius’ past as a soldier and his skills and abilities, but the lack of information puzzled him and made him want to learn more about the man’s past.

“Rough talk with the higher-ups, I take it?” Loki inquired with a concerned tone. something was bothering the other man. Mobius looked at Loki now a bit calmer.

“I did mention we knew next to nothing.” Mobius reminded him. “And yes…it was a rather rough talk. I got scolded like a child and told that I shouldn’t have gone on the field so unprepared…then she examined the injury and proceeded to scold me further until I walked away.” Mobius explained as he just slightly shook his head and took a calming breath. His voice hid nothing anymore. It easily told Loki he was in some sort of pain again, that he didn’t feel the best. Yet he tried to hide the physical pain. He eyed the many files around the table until his eyes settled on Loki again.

“Learn anything useful?” Mobius asked curiously as he made a slight yawn. He was mentally exhausted, the pain and blood loss having weakened his body considerably. But he wouldn’t let any of that stop him. He had to be strong, had to keep going until they at least had enough to go off of. Loki’s eyes flicked to Mobius when he spoke, narrowing slightly as he took in the man’s pale complexion and the faint tremor in his movements. His smirk softened into a thin line, showing his concern despite his best efforts to maintain an air of indifference. He leaned back slightly, folding his arms with a dramatic sigh.

“Learn anything useful?” Loki echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Well, aside from the fact that you’re pushing yourself far beyond reason, not particularly. These files are a mishmash of vague observations and incomplete reports. Hardly a cohesive strategy to work with.” He closed one folder and set it aside, his gaze now fully focused on Mobius.

“And you,” Loki continued, his voice lower. “You can barely stand, let alone think straight. You’re not doing anyone any favors in this state, least of all yourself. Quality of work, Mobius, is directly tied to the clarity of the mind. And you, my friend, are running on fumes.” He gestured toward the nearest chair, his tone still firm. 

“Sit down. Rest, even if just for a moment. Let me sort through this mess of files. You need your wits about you, and if you collapse before we even find a lead, you’ll be utterly useless.” He paused, then added almost as an afterthought, “Come now, Mobius. Take your own advice for once.” Mobius hesitated, though seeing how the man looked, the expression on his face, the tone of his voice…the air around him. He decided to comply. He sank into the chair as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“Fine. I’ll comply with your request.” Mobius spoke, leaning forward. He placed his arms on the table and lay his head in his arms to give himself a moment to calm down. “I think the medicine wore off. Which is fine. But the bosses poking and prodding made the injury hurt…it was numb before then.” he explained, his voice hushed and slightly muffled by his arms. “Again I’m sorry Loki….I’m not usually like this…though I’ve never been particularly strong. But normally I’m more composed. Well you saw me before now…I’m just going to be silent now.” Mobius sighed a bit, as if he expected to be scolded for talking too much. He began to doze off. Though he fought the desire to sleep as he so often did. 

Silently, Loki removed his new fitted jacket and draped it over Mobius’ shoulders. The fabric settled lightly, providing a layer of warmth and, Loki hoped, a small comfort. Loki lingered for a heartbeat, his hand resting briefly on the back of the chair, scanning Mobius’ tired frame. Then, without a word, he turned toward the files on the table, rolling his sleeves up giving Mobius the space to rest while Loki went over the files one last time before he prepared to put them away.

The air in the room felt heavy, burdened by Mobius’ unspoken apologies and the quiet admission of his own fragility. He sat down across the table from Mobius and reached for the nearest file on the variant they were chasing, ghosting over the edge of the paper before he flipped it open, trying to leech any info from the small reports, going over them with a new perspective. Though his focus shifted to the task at hand, his attention remained half on Mobius, his ears tuned to the man’s breathing and any sign of discomfort, hoping his health wouldn’t randomly take a nosedive again.

Mobius drifted to sleep, his breathing steady at first but slightly shaky. He wasn’t well, that much was clear. But he tried to be. It was as he fell asleep and his body relaxed that the weight of the pain he had been holding back came crashing down. His breathing grew more weak and harsh. His heart beat slower than it should be but still beating. He was pale, his body shaky and tense as he slept. His dreams replayed that moment, over and over and over again. Just as his mind had while was awake.

Though this was different. He felt the pain constantly, heard the sound of his skin being sliced open, heard the breath of the variant behind him. And yet could do nothing but take the dagger, again and again. Though he realized something he hadn’t fully noticed. There were runes on the blade. Runes that didn’t seem to glow, but were carved into the blade. But something else, it wasn’t a dagger! It was a blade! Too big to be a dagger but too small to be considered a full sword.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he sat up, looking around as his breathing came in harsh fast puffs as he struggled to catch his breath. He grabbed a notepad off the table and wrote the runes down quickly. The blade runes said: ‘tíðin rennur sum streymur í á’ Mobius then translated the runes as he knew languages across all time lines. It translated to ’time flows like currents in a river.’ Though Mobius could only see a bit, the end, so all he wrote down was ’in a river’ which he knew wasn’t helpful, but it was more than he had before. He stared at it for a while, an unreadable expression on his face as he just turned the paper over and let his head hit the table with a slight thud into his arms.

Loki had been pacing near the desk, absorbed in studying the files when the sound of Mobius jolting awake broke his focus. Setting the file aside, Loki moved toward him with measured urgency, watching as Mobius scribbled frantically on the notepad. His keen eyes quickly scanned Mobius’ face, noting the pale complexion, the sweat beading on his brow, and the panicked rise and fall of his chest.

“Mobius?” Loki asked, concerned. He looked closer at the writing, instantly recognizing the faintly familiar shapes of runes. Concern mingled with curiosity as he read the message. “Care to explain what just happened?” Loki pressed, though not unkindly. He reached out but hesitated, his hand hovering just above Mobius’ shoulder. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m fine…I just…” Mobius felt it hard to breath as he closed his eyes “I saw the runes in my dreams, outlined in my blood as the blade was in my shoulder…though I also realized it wasn’t a dagger…I-it was a short sword of some kind…The blade did too much damage, was too wide to be a dagger…” Mobius explained in frantic pants for breath as he then leaned back, not realizing Loki’s hand was there until he felt it against his shoulder, causing him to jolt.

“I-oh…sorry Loki…” he sighed heavily. “I’m not sure what the full runes say…All I could see was the tail end. I know that’s not helpful but if we ever see the blade again somewhere on someone just these few words could help…Right?” Mobius asked, looking up at Loki as his blue eyes shined with a frantic need for stability and calmness. Loki’s hand remained on his shoulder, though his expression immediately darkened at the mention of the blade’s true nature. He took a slow breath, forcing himself to maintain his composure at Mobius’ frantic words. When he looked up at him, those vivid blue eyes brimming with unease, tugged weirdly at his heart.

“It’s not much, but it’s something. Sometimes the smallest details make all the difference,” Loki said, remaining calm. “And you’re right, if we do see this blade again, even a fragment of the runes will give us an advantage.” Loki shifted, crossing his arms in consideration.

“Tell me something else, this short sword, these runes…did anything else stand out? The variant’s movements, their intent? Anything that could give us an edge?” His voice grew quieter, almost coaxing, wanting to squeeze each detail from Mobius. “You’re closer than you think to understanding this puzzle. Trust yourself, Mobius.”

“Their breathing was steady. They weren’t in a hurry…” Mobius closed his eyes, forcing himself to think back, to relive the moment, despite not wanting to. “Her movements felt confident, there was no trembling that I could feel through the blade…” Mobius hadn’t realized he called the variant a her. The gender had, until now, been unknown. But something told him it was a woman. He wasn’t sure what. Maybe the sound of her breathing? Or the scent of nature on her skin? Something said this variant was a woman.

“I can remember the sound of her breathing. Like I said, it was calm and confident…like she knew exactly what she was going to do. That was until she hit the wrong spot…then I think she became less sure and dashed away after yanking the blade from my shoulder with less grace then when she plunged it into me…” His head throbbed. As did the injury. He took a small breath.

“I didn’t see her face, but I think something caught the wind. A cloak or cape of some kind maybe…but that’s all I can fully recall…I didn’t even hear her steps even as she ran away. I just remember feeling eyes on me before she struck. Feeling fear gripping my heart like a cage…then…” He stopped talking and went silent. Opening his eyes as his voice trembled. “Sorry I can’t…I can’t think anymore…my head hurts…” Mobius sighed. Loki’s fingers involuntarily flexed as they rested tucked in front of him, wanting to offer more than words of comfort but he knew it likely would only make matters worse. He could tell it was getting difficult for the man to hold himself together, each word a labor, each memory a painful reminder of the disaster he’d endured. Instead, he picked up the notepad and inspected the runes again.

“‘Time flows like currents in a river.’” Loki murmured. “A strange sentiment, and yet... fitting. If time is a current, then perhaps this blade is more than it seems. A weapon tied to time itself? We’ll need to investigate, see if anything in the multiverse fits this description.” Loki absentmindedly glanced at Mobius’ injured shoulder, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance at this vexing case that was causing problems for both men, it seemed.

“Anyway. As frustrating as this is, we cannot solve everything in one sitting.” Loki said, no rebuke in his tone, no reproach. “You’ve done more than enough. You’re not weak, but you are human. And right now, what you need is rest. I can handle everything else for now, find a way to move forward, but Mobius, you need sleep in a proper bed.”

“I’m fine…I just needed to catch my breath.” Mobius tried to steel himself against his own weakness as it grew. Tried to push it back again as he had before he fell asleep.

“I’m not leaving the TVA’s problems on your shoulders alone. It’s not fair…to you.” He sighed a bit as he sat as straight as he could while looking at Loki. “I’ll go grab some coffee and maybe a snack. Would you like anything? Or would you prefer to join me maybe?” Mobius asked, wanting to calm his nerves with something. And the best thing he could think of was his favorite snack.

“We have nearly anything you can think of in the mess hall.” Mobius offered a smile that seemed forced. Clearly, he was pushing back his weakness again. He had to be strong. He couldn’t continue to let Loki see him so weak. He knew the risks of being so weak in front of variants. He was a soldier first after all, and showing weakness never ended well, he was surprised it hadn’t bit him in the ass yet. Easily, Loki could see through Mobius’ efforts to appear strong, to push through his discomfort. The forced smile, the strain under his eyes, it was all too apparent to Loki. The god of mischief was no fool, and he could tell when someone was lying. It was like watching a stubborn animal limp on a hurt leg, refusing help when it was clearly needed. Loki tsked and combed a hand through his hair in annoyance.

“Mobius.” Loki said, somewhat firmer than before. “You are not fine. And I have no intention of allowing you to push yourself even further today.” Loki paused, eyeing the agents’ tired form. “I don’t care if it’s not fair to me, you’re no use to anyone in this state.” Loki took a step closer, the height difference between them more evident. “Coffee and snacks won’t fix this, Mobius. But fine, I’ll go with you, only if you promise to lie down afterward. Can you do that for your own sake?”

“Let’s see how I feel after I get something in my system. If I still feel bad, then I’ll attempt to go lay down.” Mobius agreed after a few short moments. He got up and walked out, leading Loki to the mess hall. His movements were quick, as if trying to keep Loki from seeing the pain in his steps. He had to get ahold of himself. He was already risking a lot being so injured, and now here he was having to fight for stability in his own mind and heart. Once they reached the cafeteria, he grabbed a coffee for himself and a slice of his favorite key lime pie. He sighed as he looked at Loki, hoping he was still behind him.

“What can I get for you?” Mobius asked, wanting to take care of his partner’s needs too. The god was used to seeing others put on a façade, but Mobius’ attempt at suppressing his pain felt particularly frustrating. Loki wasn’t sure whether to be irritated or worried. Either way, it wasn’t going to help matters. He didn’t comment, though, simply following silently. When they arrived at the mess hall, Loki glanced around before following Mobius to the counter. The human was so quick, it was almost comical, though Loki knew it was a sign of how much Mobius was forcing himself. A small part of him—an admittedly selfish part—wanted to tell him to stop, to lie down already and stop trying to be the hero. But he’d learned long ago that his insistence rarely led to anything positive.

He wasn’t interested in food; a mess hall had never been a place of indulgence for him. Instead, his mind was focused on what Mobius had just said—the promise to rest only if he felt worse. It would have to do for now. When Mobius prompted him, he paused, still looking over the array of options, hands casually folded behind his back.

“I’m not in need of your coffee, agent. But I will have some herbal tea, if you’re willing to fetch it for me. Something soothing, perhaps chamomile or lavender, if you will.” Loki gave Mobius a pointed look, his eyes narrowing just slightly. “And, for the record, you don’t need to babysit me. You need to focus on yourself. You’ve done enough already.”

“It’s not babysitting, Loki. It’s kindness.” Mobius chuckled a bit as he picked up some chamomile tea for Loki. He handed him the cup gently, making sure to be careful not to spill anything. “There you go.” Mobius chuckled as he sat down and began to eat his pie slowly. He hummed a bit, seeming to be happy to be eating the treat. “Besides, you deserve some form of care too, you know? You can’t always be the one caring for me.” He seemed focused now on his pie, savoring the taste on his tongue and the coolness against his once dry throat. He even took a few sips of his coffee, though he seemed more focused on the pie. Maybe there was something to learn here, that Mobius liked sweets.

“I know I’ve said it a lot, but thank you Loki, for taking care of me. Honestly. It would have been hard to do it alone.” He smiled as his eyes met Loki’s, finding a bit of comfort as he stared at the man. Though, taking note of how he stared at him, feeling a bit threatened, almost as if he could see Loki’s irritation for him at the moment. He didn’t fully understand what he was doing wrong. Loki accepted the tea with a nod, wrapping his hands around the warm cup. His expression remained neutral, though he still veiled his irritation best he could. He sipped the tea slowly, his movements deliberate, as if forcing himself to focus on the act of drinking rather than the mounting frustration bubbling under the surface. He didn’t respond immediately to Mobius’ words of gratitude, instead setting the cup down with a measured clink against the table. Loki leaned back slightly, fingers interlacing on the table’s edge as he raked over Mobius’ figure.

“Mobius,” Loki started, lips crimping into a humorless smile. “kindness is all well and good, but there’s a certain irony in your insistence on taking care of others when you refuse to take proper care of yourself.” Loki tilted his head slightly, now frowning, his green eyes catching the agent’s. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table’s edge.

“Finish your pie, drink your coffee. But after that, you are going to rest, even if I have to drag you back to your room myself. Do we understand each other?” He sipped his tea, the motion doing little to mask his words, but he gave Mobius a smile over the rim of the cup. Mobius debated arguing, nearly speaking a word in protest before just sighing silently to himself.

“Fine. I’ll rest for an hour or so. But I can’t assure you I will be able to sleep…” Mobius took another bite, his pie nearly gone now. “I can rarely sleep. And since time doesn’t flow here in the TVA hours tick by like minutes and days like hours. Sleep isn’t something I indulge in often as there is far too much to do. Too much racing through my mind. That’s why I keep files in my room. For the moments they attempt to force us to rest and I can’t. I still have something to occupy my mind while waiting for either time to return to work or sleep to finally find me.” He explained this as if it was normal. And here, it was. Though it had negative side effects for some it seemed Mobius was accustomed to it all. Maybe he had been here for far longer than one would know. He finished his coffee, watching Loki sip his tea and feeling the sting of threat in his words as he worked on the last few bites of his pie. He wondered if Loki was serious, if he’d truly drag him to his room like a temper tantrum throwing toddler… Loki’s other words hit harder. He knew he was bad at caring primarily for himself. It was a fatal flaw of his. He knew this, and yet…here Loki was, reteaching him something he already knew…and yet the lesson stung and made him glance away, avoiding the god’s eyes as he took the last bite into his mouth.

The mortal’s stubbornness grated on Loki. Why did humans insist on burdening themselves with such self-destructive tendencies? But there was something in Mobius’ voice, a resigned sort of acceptance, that gave Loki pause. Perhaps the man wasn’t simply reckless. Perhaps he’d simply forgotten how to be anything else. Still, his pride would not allow him to fully concede to a gentler approach, at least not right away. Loki let out a slow breath, setting his tea down.

“Your excuses are impressively well-rehearsed, I’ll give you that,” Loki said coolly. “But even the most diligent worker becomes useless if they burn themselves out completely. If you won’t rest for your own sake, consider how much more efficient you’ll be after a few hours of proper recovery.” Loki reclined in the chair, his posture comfortable and his expression shifting to something faintly smug. “You should rest, Mobius. Not because I demand it, but because you’ll need your strength to keep up with me when the time comes.” Loki raised his tea, taking another sip. His ego allowed him not to outright beg, but he couldn’t help but wonder: if kindness hadn’t worked before, perhaps a touch of prideful manipulation might do the trick.

“Calm down the ego Loki, I said I’d try.” he laughed a bit as he got up, taking the dishes and placing them where they were to be placed and cleaned later. “Are you going to escort me to my room? Or do you trust I’ll go there by myself and busy yourself with something else?” He asked as he looked over Loki. His eyes couldn’t help slightly roaming out of interest. The outfit Loki wore now did suit him nicely. Though the colors were a bit off they looked good on him. Though anything looked good on Loki, he was sure. Mobius realized where his thoughts went and again looked away. What in god’s name had gotten into him... He chuckled almost silently as he thought of the words in his mind. He was standing in front of a god, and yet…he held back another laugh. A shine in his blue eyes that hadn’t been there moments before, clearly he found something in his thoughts amusing.

“Either way, I’m heading towards my room. If you wish to come with you may. Otherwise, do behave and be safe, Loki.” With those words, Mobius began to walk out of the room. He planned on showering first. Maybe a hot shower would calm his mind, and his body enough that he could sleep. Or maybe it would reenergize him enough to keep going a while longer.

What exactly had been so amusing? Mobius’ easy dismissal annoyed Loki. He huffed and scooted back his chair, quickly going to put his cup in the same dish holder.

“Babysitter, indeed,” Loki muttered under his breath, a touch of indignation in his tone. He stood, following Mobius at a leisurely pace, his hands clasped behind his back as he mulled over the ridiculousness of his situation. “What is there to do in this dreary, colorless box of bureaucracy? The walls are suffocating, the lighting an offense to the senses, and the only entertainment is keeping you out of trouble.” He caught up to Mobius just as the agent reached the hallway leading to his quarters. Loki’s footsteps were clicking softly against the floor, his presence an unavoidable shadow at Mobius’ side.

“You mistake my intentions, Mobius,” Loki said smoothly, a wry smirk tugging at his lips. “It’s not you I trust or mistrust—it’s this entire wretched place. Do you know what I’ve observed here? Monotony. Endless drudgery dressed up as order. Do tell me, what is a god of chaos supposed to do in a realm so awfully predictable?” He gestured vaguely at the walls, his exasperation apparent. 

“If I weren’t tethered here, I’d be free to amuse myself properly. Instead, I’m bound to accompany you on some wild goose chase. No matter. I’ll see you safely to your room, if for no other reason than to stave off my own boredom for a moment longer. Though I expect your gratitude to be as excessive as my efforts.” Mobius had to stifle another laugh. Loki wasn’t wrong. This place sucked! It was eerily quiet most of the time, boring and everyday melted together like wax over fire. And yet he had worked here for so long it just seemed normal.

“I do agree. This place is a bit boring. I mean, you’ve barely been here a day, try being here for a little over four hundred years. Then tell me how boring this place is.” This Mobius said with a laugh, though there was a hint of seriousness to his tone at the same time as he exposed how long he had been working at the TVA. “And of course, my gratitude will be as heavy as the god of chaos desires. I don’t have much but my words to thank you with.” Mobius smiled as he stopped walking. Turning to face Loki as he looked up at the man.

“I know you feel trapped. You’ve every right to. And for that I do apologize. But being trapped may be better than being reset, no? I mean, at least I’m not alone on this now. Think about how much worse that could have gone earlier if you weren’t there?” Mobius shuddered a bit at the thought. “I do, however, appreciate the compliment. Glad to know I’m somewhat entertaining. Though as I rest I’m sure you’ll find some way to preoccupy your time. You may not have your magic here but nothing stops you from causing some chaos. Though I’d encourage you to start with my desk first. You know, make it seem like you dislike me. You’ll know which is mine, it has my name on the plate.” Mobius was clearly in a better mood now after his snack. Even joking with Loki as if they had been friends for a while and had not met just recently. He had a big smile on his face, though slightly covered up by his mustache and a shine to his eyes that easily said he was feeling mentally better. Though his movements did show his exhaustion and pain clearly as he stopped trying to hide it for now.

“ Four hundred years? ” Loki repeated, his tone exaggerated with disbelief. “No wonder you’ve developed this… resilience. Or is it resignation?” He gave Mobius a look that toed the line between mockery and curiosity, his head tilting slightly. He was attempting to reciprocate the lighthearted joking between them.

“Though I must say, I’m nearly offended by your suggestion,” Loki continued, stepping closer with an air of theatrical affront. “Do you think so little of my creativity that you’d assign me something as mundane as your desk to target? Yours or not, Mobius, I am the god of mischief. If I’m to cause chaos, it will be something worth remembering.” He paused, then let his gaze wander down the corridor as if lost in thought. 

“Still,” Loki mused, his tone softening with a little sincerity. “Perhaps you’re right. Starting small would keep the Time Keepers’ precious agents from suspecting too much. Baby steps, as it were. But you, dear partner, won’t see any of it unless you actually rest. Consider it an incentive: sleep, and when you wake, you might find a delightful bit of mischief waiting for you.” He gestured toward the direction of Mobius’ quarters, a brow arched expectantly. “Now, off with you. I’ll take care of the rest—or rather, uncare for it, as the case may be.” Loki waved at him, already turning away as if lost in his own scheming. “And do try not to dream of paperwork. Even your unconsciousness deserves a break from this wretched place.”

Mobius meant to argue, but watched as Loki already began to leave. He took a deep breath and went into his room, closing but not locking the door. After all no one other than Renslayer came to his room once in a blue moon and she always knocked. He took his shoes off, sitting them by the door before he made any other movements. Mobius sat in the chair at his desk for quite a while, nearly half an hour, before getting up to go shower. He went into the bathroom connected to his room and closed the door behind him but still left it unlocked. He undid the buttons of his suit jacket first, not many to fight with, discarding it into the hamper by the door. Then worked on the buttons of his white dress shirt. Those buttons were slightly harder given the throbbing in his arm that he once believed only in the shoulder around the wound. After the shirt was finally off he discarded it the same way, in the hamper.

Mobius scratched at the hairs on his chest as he glanced in the mirror, staring at himself with a heavy sigh. He needed to get better…stronger…especially to keep up with Loki…who now seemed to accept his fate of being his partner… He got the belt undone with ease, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door before slightly struggling with the stupid button on his pants. After a few long minutes he got them undone and off, tossing them irritatingly into the hamper.

Mobius hadn’t realized just how much strength he had lost from blood loss and pain…but he did now, and he hated it. His boxers and socks were easy, they had no buttons or zippers to struggle with, and they ended up in the same hamper. He now looked down at himself, taking another breath before getting the water ready. Mobius wasn’t a muscular man, not like Thor or Loki. Though he wasn’t a large sized man either, like the Hulk or Thor after Loki passed. He seemed to be somewhat in the middle. He had a slight stomach, but not enough of one to need to worry about his weight. He, however, figured he’d need to work out or something, to keep up with Loki, and be able to effectively take down this variant.

Once the water was set he got in. A small hiss of pain escaped immediately as he got under the water and the water touched the injury. It stung and burned, and made him dizzy all over again. But he forced himself to handle it. He began to wash up, ignoring the new throbbing in his shoulder that made him wince every time he shifted wrong under the unforgiving wave of water that rushed down his body.

Loki stalked the halls of the TVA like a predator, hunting for the perfect opportunity to sow discord. The dull glow of the overhead lights was the only sign of life in the monotony of the place. This place was a drab, mechanical nightmare, an affront to his refined tastes and endless creativity. Naturally, he had to improve it, albeit in ways that might horrify its bureaucratic inhabitants.

It started small. His first stop was the archives. A labyrinth of files and documents meticulously maintained—the perfect target. Loki slipped inside, scanning the room for inspiration. Spotting the central cataloging system, he smirked. With a few keystrokes on the console, he reassigned a selection of mundane case files to the ‘Urgent’ category and sent out alerts to every analyst in the TVA.

“Let them scramble over paperwork for a few hours,” he muttered to himself, pleased with his handiwork. “A little fun to spice up their otherwise dreary existence.”

His next destination was the break room. It was an unassuming space, but Loki’s clever mind saw potential. The god of mischief couldn’t help but smile as he swapped out the labels on the coffee canisters. Regular became decaf, and decaf was marked as the strongest blend available. The thought of TVA agents dragging themselves through the day, blissfully unaware of their caffeine-deprived state, was too amusing to pass up. Finally, Loki found himself near the large communal workspace and he found Mobius’ desk after searching for a long while. He stood over it for a moment, then rearranged every item on the desk into a mirror image of itself, pen holder on the left instead of the right, stacks of files reversed. It was the kind of disruption that would irritate Mobius just enough to make him question his own memory. Loki leaned back, thinking about the modest trail of chaos he had created. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind him that even in this unremarkable, magicless prison, he was still himself. A trickster.

“Not bad for a night’s work,” he murmured, slipping back into the hallway that led to Mobius’ room. A small part of him hoped Mobius was actually resting, despite his earlier doubts.

While Loki caused chaos, Mobius showered. For quite a while at that. Though the longer the hot water rushed over his skin, the sleepier he became. After nearly an hour, he got out of the shower, hearing the alert on his Tempad about the ‘urgent’ cases. But for once, he ignored it. He was too tired to care for the moment. He dried himself off and walked to his dresser. He debated for what felt like an eternity before giving up on what to wear, his mind not forming proper thoughts. He went to his bed and laid down, not bothering to get dressed this time. He didn’t care. He didn’t fear anyone walking in on him. Mobius also didn’t think anyone would care to see him naked.

Once his head hit the pillow he sighed a bit, his blue eyes closing slowly as he snuggled further into the covers. He laid on his side, back facing the door so he didn’t put pressure on his injury, that now felt rather numb. Mobius drifted off almost instantly once he settled. His wet hair dampened the pillow as he dozed off. And for the first time in a while, it felt nice. It was calm, he didn’t dream, though he so often ever did. He felt comfortable as he slept, letting his mind shut down for a while and his body trying to heal and regain strength.

But Mobius knew this quiet moment was too good to last for long…he just knew something would interrupt it soon, whether it be work or Renslayer, he knew he’d not have long. So he took advantage of the time he did have and just let himself sleep. And he thought of nothing else. Then he dreamed of Loki. Of having met him on his timeline. Of the chaos he sewed in New York, and what it would have been like being there. It was fun for him. Despite the fear, it was fun. Running from those, whatever they were Chitauri monsters. Meeting the Avengers was another fun moment in his dream. The Hulk was terrifying and he ran from him. Mobius enjoyed this dream. And for once didn’t wish to wake anytime soon.

Eventually, Loki’s wanderings brought him back to Mobius’ quarters. His curiosity about whether the mortal had followed through on his promise to rest, or if he was stubbornly working against orders, gnawed at him. He wasn’t particularly surprised to find the door unlocked. Loki slipped quietly inside the dim room, the Tempad’s screen the only illumination, casting a pale dim light over the modest space. His gaze landed on Mobius, sound asleep and curled on his side under the covers. The sight made Loki halt. Mobius looked almost peaceful, his typically furrowed brow smoothed out, his breathing slow and steady. The man had foregone getting dressed entirely, which Loki might have teased him about if he weren’t oddly relieved.

Loki debated waking him, the rational side of him argued that Mobius actually needed the rest, while the mischievous side toyed with the idea of disrupting his sleep just to see his reaction. However, a sleeping Mobius was an open invitation for trouble, and Loki wasn’t one to decline such an opportunity. He surveyed the room, his gaze landing on the Tempad near the bedside. Reaching for it, Loki fiddled with the alert settings, ensuring the next notification would be accompanied by an obnoxiously loud sound. Satisfied, he set the device back down silently and watched the rise and fall of Mobius’ shoulders, deciding what to do next.

Mobius was blissfully unaware of his room’s intruder as he slept. A hint of a smile on his face as he nuzzled into the pillow. Though before Loki could do more than mess with his Tempad the device went off. The loud noise Loki had set sliced into the silence was irritatingly loud. Mobius’ eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. The covers fell from his shoulders, revealing his bare chest and pooling around his lap and over his legs, barely hiding the trail of hair that led to hidden places below the blankets. Suddenly he was awake, panting heavily and even slightly trembling from the sudden noise. He searched around the room quickly until his eyes landed on the device. He groaned, seeming slightly irritated. He looked at Loki, then a slight chuckle escaped and he seemed to calm.

“Guessing that was your doing?” Mobius asked as he yawned, his voice slightly hoarse and thick with sleep. His hair was still a mess, much different than how he had looked earlier, less professional. He debated getting out of bed, to grab the device on the table but hesitated, recalling that he was naked. His cheeks flushed a bit with a light pink color that was hidden by the darkness of the room as he resisted the urge to cover himself with the blankets again like an embarrassed woman.

“So, did you do anything fun while I slept?” he asked, trying to get his mind off his vulnerable state. When Mobius shot up from the bed, his startled movements causing the blanket to pool around his lap, Loki couldn’t help but notice how impressive the sight was, despite Mobius’ obvious annoyance at being caught in such a vulnerable state. Loki’s eyes couldn’t help but trace the exposed skin of the mortal, his bare chest, the trail of hair that ran beneath the blanket, his soft, sleepy confusion.

“Ah, you’re awake. How fortuitous,” Loki remarked with a smirk. “I did, indeed, tamper with your Tempad. And I did nothing more than take a casual stroll through the TVA, causing the occasional uproar. You know, just to keep things interesting. Perhaps you could join me next time.” The air seemed to become charged them as Loki stepped forward, moving closer to Mobius’ bed. It was subtle, but the way he leaned in, his eyes fixed now on Mobius’ flushed cheeks, spoke volumes. He couldn’t deny it: there was something intoxicating about the mortal. His vulnerability, the way he stumbled through his words, the little flickers of unease, all of it added layers to the man that Loki hadn’t expected to find so… appealing.

“I had my fun. But I’ll leave you to your peace.” He turned to leave, a thought of doing more, more mischief, more teasing, flitted through his mind, but he shook it off. No, he wouldn’t push too far. His pride wouldn’t allow it, not to mention the dangerous attraction that dithered beneath the surface. Maybe he wasn’t as immune to Mobius’ company as he thought.

As Loki turned away, Mobius got out of bed, grabbing the Tempad and reading the notification. He was still naked, the blanket left on the bed as he tried to be quick, to avoid the gaze of the god. It was a message from Renslayer, an urgent one too. It read; ‘New attack. Get out there!’ with coordinates attached. Mobius’ eyes widened, the light reflecting off the blue made them seem to glow gold.

“Loki, there’s been a new attack!” he said as he quickly dressed, only caring to put on his brown pants and white shirt that he had hurried to button, yet got every button perfectly in place. He clicked a few buttons on the pad and a golden orange door opened, lighting the room as Mobius looked at Loki.

“Ready?” he asked before stepping through with no hesitation, not even waiting for Loki to answer back. This wasn’t recklessness, this wasn’t vengeance, this was a moment where time was of the essence. No hesitation, no fear, no regret. Mobius had to switch into work mode, and he did, effortlessly.

Loki turned back, catching sight of Mobius moving with a sudden sense of urgency that seemed at odds with the mortal’s typically composed demeanor. He barely had time to process the sight of Mobius, still half-dressed and haphazardly buttoning his shirt, before the orange portal ignited the room in its eerie light.

“Mobius,” Loki started. “Do you really intend to—” but it was too late. He was already disappearing into the portal. Loki took a long moment, standing in the empty room lit only by the glow of the awaiting portal. He folded his arms, tapping a finger against his bicep as if debating whether to follow.

“I swear, if this fool gets himself killed before I’ve had the chance to properly torment him…” And with that, Loki stepped through the portal as he smoothed his black tie, mentally preparing himself for whatever carnage lay on the other side.

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“Mobius,” Loki started. “Do you really intend to—” but it was too late. He was already disappearing into the portal. Loki took a long moment, standing in the empty room lit only by the glow of the portal. He folded his arms, tapping a finger against his bicep as if debating whether to follow.

“I swear, if this fool gets himself killed before I've had the chance to properly torment him…” and with that he stepped through the portal as he smoothed his black tie, mentally preparing himself for whatever carnage lay on the other side.

Carnage was an understatement. Bodies lay sprawled out around them. They were the only ones breathing in the area. Or were they? Mobius looked around. Eyes focused on everything. He felt strange…this felt strange. He kneeled down next to a body, examining the wound carefully.

“This is more sloppy than previous times…like something got under her skin…or someone…maybe they caught her off guard? Or maybe said something that pissed her off?” Mobius thought out loud. He still had no proof that the variant was female, his instincts just kept saying she was.

However, suddenly he felt it. A chill in the air. His heart beating faster and the uncanny familiar feeling of eyes on him. He stood up, feeling every muscle in his body tense up as he scanned the room carefully. The second Loki stepped through the door and the sound of his shoes on the ground nearly scared the life out of the man, yet he stayed calm. He looked around, the hairs on his body stood on end as he stepped back towards Loki.

“We're not alone, Loki…” Mobius whispered just barely loud enough for Loki to even hear. He was on guard, more so than before. His shoulder throbbed from how tense his body had become yet he seemed so uneasily calm.

Meanwhile, Sylvie stared from a very well hidden spot. She had failed to kill this washed up old analyst, and it bugged her. Of all the people she had faced, of all the soldiers she slaughtered, this man, this desk worker, managed to escape! It made her taste failure, and that wasn't something a Loki swallowed pridefully. No, if a Loki failed, they either tried again or did better. She stared at the man, watching how he backed up towards Loki, watching how his guard was up. She smiled, glad she had put such fear into him…or so she thought. But what she saw in his eyes wasn't fear…no…it was determination, but determination for what?

This made her grit her teeth, gripping her sword tightly as she debated throwing it and impaling them both…yet she knew it wouldn't be that easy…not with another Loki on the field…and this pissed her off even more. How dare Loki work for these assholes! How dare he fall victim to their ways. Though she wondered, maybe she could enchant him and make him kill Mobius? Or pull him to the side and together they could take down the TVA. But she needed to know more about Loki first. Anything, his strengths, weaknesses, anything. For now she watched from the spot she hid, blending in perfectly with her surroundings as she waited to see what they would do.

Loki stepped through the portal and was immediately assaulted by the stench of death. The scene before him was chaos incarnate: bodies strewn across the room like discarded playthings, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood. He wrinkled his nose, his irritation growing with each passing second.

“Well, this is charming,” Loki muttered, his sharp gaze sweeping over the carnage. His boots echoed ominously on the blood-slick floor as he approached Mobius, who was kneeling by one of the bodies, muttering about sloppy work and instincts. Loki rolled his eyes.

“Oh yes, Mobius, by all means, let us analyze the artistry of this butcher's work while standing in the middle of their masterpiece,” he quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. But then Mobius stiffened, his posture shifting from analytical to alert. Loki's own senses sharpened at the change, catching the faintest whisper of Mobius' words

“Of course, we're not alone,” Loki murmured, his tone low but tinged with contempt. “When are we ever alone, Mobius? Danger seems to follow you like a stray dog. Or perhaps it's you who insists on throwing yourself into its jaws.” Despite his cutting words, Loki stepped closer to Mobius, his stance fluid and prepared. He tapped his fingers lightly against his leg, a telltale sign that he was already strategizing.

Mobius was very tense. His gaze shifted from one place to the next. He could feel her eyes on him, it left him feeling as if he needed another shower. He looked back at Loki for barely a few seconds before returning his attention back to the room. “Maybe I do throw myself into danger…it's part of working for the TVA…sadly.” Those words sounded like he had been through similar moments before. His voice was firm and accepting of whatever is to come. It made him seem older than he was, as if he always went into these moments expecting death, not fearing or welcoming it, just expecting it.

“Can you sense her? Using your magic I mean?” he whispered again, making sure his voice was low enough that unless she was as close as he was to Loki she wouldn't be able to hear.

Sylvie watched with interest. Watched the way Loki moved. Listened to his words. He didn't seem to take this seriously…typical. Her eyes were again on Mobius. Her one failed kill since she became a killer. It was like his very existence mocked her. She debated testing the waters, debating seeing if she could enchant him. But she needed to separate the two and not give away her location. She used her magic to make the building they were in rattle, the floor creak underneath their feet. Dust began to fall and fill the air like a fog. She smiled. Her heart raced with excitement. Then she did it. She used magic to break something from above the pair, making it come crashing down towards the men below.

Mobius acted quickly, turning and grabbing Loki's wrist and pulling him back in the same direction he was in. Though yes this pulled Loki close against Mobius, the man wasn't thinking, nor did he care. If he was to die here he'd rather it be from a fatal stab wound by Loki over some angry variant.

“She's trying to split us up…I think at least…” he said as he moved further back, his body tense as he looked around, using the overly dusty area to keep him and Loki somewhat hidden. “You know…now would be an amazing time to see what kind of magic you've perfected over your time…” There was no irritation, no command in his tone. More like a request, as if he was asking for Loki's help in the best way he knew how to.

Loki barely had time to process the rattling of the building or the cloud of dust thickening in the air before Mobius grabbed his wrist and yanked him backward. The god of mischief stumbled slightly but recovered, his body brushing against Mobius' as they moved out of the immediate danger zone. He could feel the mortal's tension, see the sharp focus etched into his face, and, much to his surprise, Loki felt a flicker of something other than annoyance. Admiration, perhaps? When the crash echoed above them, Loki smirked.

“Trying to split us up, hm? This variant must not know how annoyingly persistent you are,” Loki said, sighing. “Watch closely, and try not to be too impressed.” Loki's hand ignited with an emerald glow as he summoned his magic, the energy crackling like static in the charged air. With a flick of his wrist, a dome of shimmering green light materialized around them, deflecting falling debris and keeping the worst of the dust at bay. The barrier hummed faintly, casting an eerie glow on their faces.

“That should keep us in one piece,” Loki said, his tone smug. “Now, let's see if I can flush out our little voyeur.” He raised his hand again, the glow intensifying as he focused on the oppressive fog of dust. A moment later, the air shifted, and a sharp gust of wind tore through the room, scattering the dust. Visibility returned in an instant, revealing the destruction in stark detail. Loki wished he had his scepter or at least his Asgardian spear from his adventures before, it would come in handy at a time like this. Finally, Mobius took a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He trembled slightly, swaying a bit as he looked around at the barrier and the sound of the wind as it cleared the room. He looked at Loki, a very small smile on his lips

“I think I failed at your request.” he lightly chuckled. “You know? The one where you asked me not to be too impressed? How could I not be impressed by your magic?” he complimented and praised in the same breath. And though he knew it wasn't the time he couldn't help but express his thoughts.

Sylvie cursed under her breath. The strong winds whipping even around her as it cleared away the fog of dust. She blinked her eyes a bit, the dust having stung her eyes a bit as she tried to focus. She hadn't expected Loki to use his magic, she couldn't hear their conversation from here, she had to get closer…had to find a way to strike quickly before they got away again. Mobius looked around, scanning the room closely, his blue eyes seeming focused as he slightly gripped his shoulder. Sylvie got an idea now. She could use her magic to control her blade. It was infused with her magic well enough to obey her directions. She could throw it and make it come from any angle to confuse them.

And she did just that. She used her magic, the sword glowing the same green as Loki's magic had and the barrier that he had up. She figured he'd not expect an attack from below, so that was her plan. She used her magic to make the sword come from a few cracks in the floorboard and in between the two men. Again, Mobius showed off his skills, some of which most thought disappeared when he became an analyst. He pushed Loki forward a hair, pushed himself backwards. He stepped shy of the blade going through his foot and with that he grabbed the hilt of the blade tightly, causing Sylvie's magic to become interrupted while her blade was in the hands of another.

This pissed her off far beyond anything else so far. How dare that rat of a man, that bastard of a TVA agent lay hands on HER sword! Logic was starting to fail her as her desire shifted from killing them, to regaining her blade at all costs. The TVA couldn't have her weapon! They took everything else from her, but not that! Not her blade!

Loki stumbled again as Mobius shoved him, his eyes darting to the gleaming blade that had erupted from the floor. The weapon pulsed with an all-too-familiar green glow, its hue a near mirror of his own magic. Loki's brows furrowed, his mind racing with the implications. It mirrored his own magic too closely, as if it had been crafted by a hand like his. He turned to see Mobius gripping the hilt tightly, his knuckles white with the effort. For a split second, Loki felt a surge of respect for the mortal's quick reflexes, though that was quickly overtaken by exasperation.

“Mobius, you absolute fool,” Loki hissed, stepping closer to get a better look. “That's not just any blade; it's infused with magic. My magic, or something close to it. This…This is no ordinary weapon,” he murmured, his tone quieter but no less intense. He looked back at Mobius, the smirk he often wore nowhere to be found. “Give it to me, Mobius. I'll keep you alive, but only if you stop trying to fight battles you're not equipped for. Let me handle this.” The frustration in his tone was evident, but so was the care. The low green glow emanating from the sword unnerved him. He held out a waiting hand to accept the blade.

Mobius hesitated to hand the blade over. Not from lack of trust, but from slight fear. Fear that the Variant wanted exactly that. His mind recalled the sharp pain of this very blade being thrust into his shoulder so effortlessly, remembering the fear that shot through him from this very blade he held so tightly in his hand that it made his hand  throb. He held it firmly in his hand. The hum of magic made the blood pulse through his veins. He had never held something so powerful in his life, it left him all but starstruck...and afraid. He handed the blade out to Loki, his hand trembling as he did so. He looked at Loki, his blue eyes shining with something hard to place. Fear? Pain? Or something more?

“Sorry...I...I just wanted to...to help…” He spoke in a trembling voice, his mind racing faster than words could form as he looked away. Sylvie, by this point, had used her shifting magic to shift into a small snake. Small enough to get into the barrier the same way her sword had. She shifted quickly, grabbing her blade from Mobius and kicking him back against the barrier hard enough it knocked the breath out of him. After that she glared back at Loki. Her eyes shined from underneath the hood of her cloak as she pointed her blade towards Mobius.

“Lower the barrier...or I swear this will be his end.” She was banking on the fact that Loki didn't want Mobius dead. She hoped he would comply, though she'd enjoy killing Mobius regardless.

Loki's hand froze halfway to the blade as the scene unfolded in a blur. One moment, Mobius was trembling as he offered the weapon, his blue eyes clouded with vulnerability. The next, the variant, a cloaked figure radiating hostility, materialized from nowhere, striking with skilled precision. Mobius hit the barrier with a harsh thud, the sound echoing in Loki's ears like thunder. His teeth clenched as he locked eyes with the variant, who now held the blade aimed at Mobius like a predator with its prey.

Loki's gaze flicked between the blade, now glowing fiercely in the Variant's grasp, and Mobius, who struggled to catch his breath. A rare crack in his usual facade of arrogance appeared, concern mixed with anger. He lifted his hands slightly, palms outward, in a gesture of feigned compliance. 

“Alright, alright. Let's not be hasty, shall we?” His voice was calm, smooth, though it carried an edge of barely restrained anger. “There's no need to turn this into a bloodbath. Besides,” he tilted his head, his eyes narrowing, “it seems we're strangers here. Perhaps an introduction is in order?” He took a small step forward, his magic sparking at his fingertips, though he kept the glow dim enough not to draw her attention. 

“You've gone to quite the effort to make an impression. Surely, you don't want it all to end so…messily?” His voice lowered slightly, taking on a silky tone. “Tell me what it is you really want. It's not Mobius' life, is it? You've had your chances to kill him.” He paused. “So why don't we drop the dramatics and talk this out? You've already proven you're clever. Let's see if you can be reasonable too.” Even as he spoke, Loki's mind raced through possibilities. He didn't dare lower the barrier, not yet. Instead, he shifted slightly, his body language deceptively relaxed. His magic coiled within him like a snake, ready to strike the moment she showed any weakness.

“That's where you're wrong. His life is something I wish to put an end to. His and every agent and soldier at the TVA.” Her words were as sharp as her blade, her glare as fierce as that of a predator being caught in a cage and looking for an escape. Mobius took a breath as he tried to calm himself, forcing himself to stand up now despite the blade being pointed at him. However he'd regret standing. Green magical chains wrapping around Mobius' wrists and neck, pulling him back down to his knees. He let out a groan of pain as he hit his knees. He winced a bit, this shoulder throbbing worse now at the angle his shoulder was dragged down.

“This man...he's infuriating...he's cunning and stronger than he should be...not to mention he's a TVA agent and deserved to die! They all do!” She snapped, glaring at the man behind her before turning her gaze back to Loki “And you! You're a Loki! How could you DARE work for them!? Huh? What do they have on you?” It was clear she was upset, yet she didn't make an attempt to attack past chaining Mobius to the ground. “Tell me...why...why did you join them?”

Loki's eyes widened slightly with sudden understanding as the variant's words pierced through the air. The venom in her voice, the raw fury etched into her every movement...it all made sense now. His lips curled into a wry smile, an expression that didn't match the tension of the moment but somehow seemed entirely fitting for him.

“Ah,” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement and something close to pity. “So that's it. You're me . Or rather, you're another version of me.” He took a step closer, his posture relaxed but eyes glinting with something unreadable. “I should have known. The flair for theatrics, the righteous anger, the dramatic monologuing...Classic Loki.”

“Why do I work for them, you ask?” He continued, tilting his head, his tone becoming mockingly thoughtful. “Well, that's the million-credit question, isn't it? Why does the God of Mischief, of all people, suddenly serve an organization like the TVA?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe I like the irony. Maybe it's self-preservation. Or maybe, I'm playing the long game. Wouldn't you like to know?” His gaze flicked down to Mobius, who was struggling against the chains but holding his composure. Loki's voice softened slightly, though it didn't lose its edge.

“And as for him… you're right. He's infuriatingly clever. Cunning. Persistent. But let me let you in on a little secret.” He leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping to a near conspiratorial whisper, just loud enough for her to hear. “That's why he's still alive. And why you've failed every time you've tried to kill him.” Straightening up, he spread his arms wide, the green glow of his magic intensifying. 

“Now, as much as I enjoy a good crisis, I can't let you harm him. It's bad form, and frankly, it'd be extremely tedious to explain to the TVA.” His smile turned wider. “So, what's it going to be? Do we keep this delightful conversation going, or do I show you exactly why I'm the superior Loki?”

Sylvie listened to every word, giggling a bit to herself as he talked so much. “You really do love the sound of your own voice huh...?” She shook her head a bit, pulling the hood off her head, revealing her short blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her eyes held a look of pure hatred, rage from who knows what. “Do you ever shut up...?” She sighed, backing away and now pointing her blade towards Loki.

“And do not ever call me a Loki. I'm not you. My name is Sylvie.” She snapped, glaring at the two with a small smile. “And trust me, you're far from superior. If you were, I wouldn't have landed a hit on this man. If you were superior, I wouldn't have gotten this far. Nor would I have managed to get this close to you without you noticing. I say you're lacking in skill quite a bit.” She taunted as she watched the man struggle in the chains from her peripheral vision. She gained a sick sense of enjoyment at watching Mobius struggle, then seeming to give up. It made her grin to see that man seem to give into his fate for the moment while the gods spoke.

Loki's amused smirk faded, replaced by a cold, unimpressed stare. He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly as Sylvie unveiled her identity and spewed her taunts. His eyes flicked briefly to Mobius, still bound by the chains, before returning to Sylvie.

“Sylvie?” he echoed, his tone dry, as if testing the name and finding it lacking. “You can call yourself whatever you like, but the fact remains. You're still a Loki. A version of me. Though…” He gestured vaguely toward her. “I'll admit, the branding is... interesting. Blonde hair, a chip on your shoulder, a penchant for theatrics. Very unique. But let me be perfectly clear.” His voice dropped. “You don't get to lecture me about skill while resorting to parlor tricks and cheap shots. Sneaking around, stabbing and chaining an unarmed man, it's all so pedestrian.” Loki stepped forward again, his magic crackling faintly around him as if waiting for his command. “But if you truly want to prove you're not a Loki, here's a suggestion: stop hiding behind threats. Face me properly. No distractions. No hostages. Just you and me. Let's see if you're as formidable as you think you are.” As he spoke, Loki summoned his magic, the glow growing stronger in his hands. A faint shimmer surrounded the chains binding Mobius, his magic probing them for weaknesses. He didn't dare break them outright yet—Sylvie would notice—but he was buying time, preparing for the right moment.

“Or,” Loki continued, a wolfish grin spreading across his face, “you can keep prattling on about how superior you are while I dismantle your every attempt to impress me. Your move, Sylvie.”

“Want a real fight? Then let's leave this man behind.” Sylvie smirked, using her Tempad to open a door inside the barrier. “Step through. You want a fight with no hostages or distractions, let's do it. Let's see who comes out on top.” She was pissed he kept calling her a 'Loki' She absolutely hated being called that. She didn't change her name and identity to be called Loki again. She'd make Loki see her reasons, rather through words or violence. Mobius shook his head quickly.

“Loki do—” Sylvie placed a magical gag over the man's mouth.

“Silence, you sorry excuse of a mortal!” She turned her attention to Loki with a smile. “It seems your little pet doesn't think you can win against me…” She smirked as she looked at the two of them. “Well, shall we?”

Loki's smirk lingered, but his mind raced. He wasn't particularly eager to duel Sylvie, not because he doubted his abilities but because he recognized the situation for what it was: a trap. Still, Mobius was gagged, bound, and visibly concerned, and leaving him defenseless while Sylvie prowled about wasn't an option. Loki sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes as he stepped toward the open portal. 

“Fine. Let's do this your way. I'll indulge your little tantrum. Though, honestly, the games are becoming tiresome.” He glanced at Mobius, his expression softening for the briefest moment. “Don't worry. I'll be back before you know it.” Turning back to Sylvie, Loki stopped just shy of the portal, one hand curling with magic as he studied her. 

“But let me make something clear, Sylvie. This isn't about proving who's the 'real' Loki or whose magic is stronger. It's about ensuring that my friend over there stays alive and unharmed.” He jabbed a finger toward Mobius. “If you so much as lay a finger on him while I'm gone, there won't be enough of you left to piece back together. Are we clear?”

“Oh, shut your mouth you rambling idiot!” she grumbled as she pushed him through swiftly. A glance back at Mobius with those green eyes of hers showed a rather mischievous glare. The shackles grew tighter around Mobius' wrists and neck. She figured she could end him before her and Loki finished. She followed through the door and closed it. She knew without her, Loki couldn't get back. Unless he stole her device, that is.

“You're right this isn't about who's better, it's clear who is. That being said…what do they have on you that makes you bend to their will...I don't understand why someone as smart as you would obey them…especially when they find sick pleasures in killing the variants of all of us…” she sighed as she sheathed her blade for now. It seemed maybe she just wanted to talk. Yet it was clear her magic was coursing around her like static, very much prepared to fight if need be. “I hate the TVA. I hate what they do and most of all right now I hate that damned man we left behind….”

Meanwhile Mobius struggled again, trying to reach his Tempad though it wouldn't do much good…but maybe if he could reach it he could call for help. But the tightness of chains made everything throb badly, making him wince behind the gag. It became slightly harder to breathe with the tightened grip of the chain around his throat. However, he refused to die…he would hold on, even here and now, alone and chained up…he just had to hope no one else would come around and attack him, or worse, given that he could do absolutely nothing to defend himself. 

Loki brushed off Sylvie's shove with his usual flourish, adjusting his jacket as if her physical force were more of a minor inconvenience than anything else. Her magic crackled like a storm barely restrained, and her emotions bled into every sharp syllable she uttered. He sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face, his expression unreadable.

“I get it,” he said finally. “I understand why you hate the TVA. Believe me, I've felt that rage. I've had moments where I wanted to burn the whole wretched organization to the ground. But if you think the answer to the TVA's sins is more bloodshed, you're no better than the people you claim to despise. Because if you do, then I was wrong about you. You're not a Loki—you're worse than one.” Despite his words, his posture was cautious, magic shimmering faintly at his fingertips. He knew better than to fully trust anyone with their back against the wall.

“You want answers about me? Fine. I agreed to work with the TVA because I want to understand them, to know how they operate, and to be ready when the time comes to dismantle their lies. But I'm not so idiotic as to believe that means burning every single person within its walls.”

“You….so you're not working for them you're secretly plotting against them….” she smiled a bit, seeming to calm just slightly. “I can respect that. And though you're right about my desire for vengeance…I want to watch the TVA burn too…from the inside out…they ruined my life. They took me when I was a child, you know…did they tell you that? They took me and planned to kill me like they had the others…they wouldn't even tell me what my event was. I got away easily. The woman wasn't that good. But I found I couldn't return home, there was no point…and now, now I'm here, I've been running for so fucking long it's not even funny.” The more she spoke, the more her voice dripped with venom, with a level of hatred, and anger…and maybe the faintest hint of sorrow.

“And I've a plan. I'll end them the only way I can. However…that plan was nearly ruined by that bastard of an old man! He's the only one who's ever survived my attacks…and I still have no idea how he managed to evade so effortlessly…” she sighed irritably as she began to pace back and forth in front of Loki. Her rage bubbling up inside her the more she spoke. She tried to calm herself, to keep her emotions as in check as she could, but it wasn't working well.

“So then….” she stopped and stared at Loki. Green eyes intently staring at him. “You're truly not on their side…?” she asked, though she didn't trust him, she didn't find the harm in asking. In making him think she trusted him.

Loki raised an eyebrow as Sylvie paced, her anger radiating off her like heat from a forge. He let her vent, watching her closely, every word and movement offering him insight. Loki observed her closely, the subtle shifts in her tone, the way her anger bled into sorrow and back again. She was a tempest of emotions, not unlike himself, and yet there was something rawer about her anger. It wasn't calculated, wasn't a tool—it was a wildfire, burning everything in its path, including her. When she finally stopped and pinned him with her gaze, he took a deep breath, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You're not wrong, Sylvie. The TVA deserves to burn for what they've done—for what they've taken. I loathe them for their arrogance, for playing judge, jury, and executioner. And I loathe even more that they dared to believe they could control someone like me. If I could snap my fingers and watch their citadel crumble into dust, I would.”

He paused, his smirk faltering as he thought of Mobius. His voice lowered slightly. “But not all of them deserve death, Sylvie. Some of them are just people. Cogs in a machine they don't even realize is broken. Mobius—he's not like the rest of them. He's sharp, yes, and far too curious for his own good, but there's something in him I've never seen in anyone else at the TVA.”

“Give it time, Loki. You'll see more like him. They're a dime a dozen…and all of them, including that rat, only wants one thing. And that's the death of timelines…and people! For fun…for control over something that doesn't need control…” she sighed heavily as she took a breath, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. “That man deserves death too…he's just as guilty…just as bad…a wolf in sheep's clothing! One as calculated as him is brimming with secrets!” Her words, though harsh, held no venom as she spoke about Mobius. Though earlier it had…maybe she was attempting to see things Loki's way?

“His variant…he's much like Mobius. His name is Don…I've seen him. Recently…all the TVA agents and soldiers are variants like us…taken and serve the TVA, no idea if it was willingly or unwillingly….” she sighed a bit. “Want to learn more about your little pet? I can introduce you to his variant. May be fun.” she smiled. A mischievous gleam to her eyes now. One that screamed Loki as she awaited a response. She needed to calm down, to take her mind off this situation. To calm down and regain control over herself, and quickly. The idea that there was another version of Mobius, one that might have followed a different path, was intriguing—more so because of the way she spoke of it. There was something in her words, in the way she described it, that made it clear this 'Don' wasn't just a random variant. Loki's curiosity flared, but he swallowed it down.

“Ah, so you've seen his variant,” Loki mused, his voice smooth and curious, though a trace of skepticism still clung to the edge of his words. “How very interesting. It seems even the TVA can't escape their own messes. And now they've created variants of their own agents, curious. But then again, isn't that the nature of the universe? A mess of tangled timelines and souls fighting for something they don't fully understand?” He paused, stepping closer, his eyes narrowing as they met hers, a glint of mischief in his gaze. “But I suppose I don't need you to show me his variant, Sylvie. I've learned enough of Mobius through his actions already. His curiosity, his stubbornness. He's like a dog chasing after a bone, persistent, determined, perhaps even loyal. But then again…” Loki shook his head, dismissing the thought. He didn't trust her. “As much as the idea of meeting this... Don intrigues me, I'm not particularly keen on indulging in your version of 'fun.'”

“Oh, come now. You know as much as I do, you're very interested in the thought of meeting the man.” she giggled a bit as she backed away, refusing to stay too close to Loki. She knew how dangerous he was. And how unpredictable he could be. She kept her guard up, kept her mind clear. She planned to try and enchant him if he got too close. Though she had a feeling it may fail.

“No mischief, no trouble. Just visiting a man who's far too trusting for his own safety.” she giggled again. Though it sounded threatening. Sounded dark. “Come now, Loki. Let's play a little. Your pet will still be there when we return. After all, you have a barrier around him no? He's safe.” Though she wasn't sure, after all the building was old and it was possibly unstable. Especially after Sylvie brought down a few beams. Loki sighed silently as Sylvie spoke, the casual dismissal in her tone grating against his resolve. He wasn't blind to the underlying threat in her words, nor to the mischievous gleam in her eyes. She was testing him, trying to pull him further into her world of chaos, as if she didn't understand the gravity of what she was asking.

“Your vendetta against the TVA is understandable, Sylvie. But I won't be your ally in this. Not in the way you want. I won't involve Mobius any further, not if it means putting him in even more danger.” He could feel the pull of her challenge, but he knew where it led. The same path of destruction he had walked countless times before, with no peace to show for it. He didn't care that her laughter sounded dark, nor that she seemed so certain of her ability to break him. Loki had seen worse, and he would not be swayed. Not this time.

“I've seen what you're capable of. What you're willing to sacrifice. But I'm not so eager to be another casualty in your war, nor am I willing to let Mobius become one.” Loki's gaze hardened, his expression resolute. “So, take your offer and keep it. I'm not playing your game. And Mobius is not a pet.”

“No…but he does seem like a pet, given he's in chains, and on his knees. He will know his place…” she smiled, walking around a bit with her hands behind her back. Like this, she looked so small and innocent. So young compared to Loki. So…childlike. It wasn't an illusion. This was her. A woman stolen from her timeline and forced to fight for survival. She looked at Loki, watching him intently as she walked around him like a starving cat circling a bird. She was examining him, mapping out every inch of him. The curve of his body, the smoothness of his black hair. The color of his eyes and soft look of his skin. The way his clothes hugged his body so well, and seemed to look rather nice on him. She was taking in every detail she could.

“You're much better looking than the others I have met…in much better shape too. Though the colors are horrid.” she pointed out as she poked at the middle of Loki's back. Loki stood still, his gaze fixed ahead, unwilling to let Sylvie's catlike circling get under his skin. He could feel the weight of her scrutiny, as if she were dissecting him piece by piece. His brow twitched in irritation, but he refused to let it show.

“It's called making do,” he said with an almost imperceptible shrug. “The colors are hardly important when you're dealing with things far more consequential.” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting her gaze as she poked at his back. “But if it bothers you so much, I'd suggest you look away.” Loki stood his ground, his posture straightening as he shifted his weight, trying to make it clear that he was no fragile, easily rattled creature. “I suppose it's your prerogative to make judgments based on appearances, given your past,” Loki added, his words laced with a quiet understanding. He wasn't blind to the fact that Sylvie had been shaped by something far darker than he could imagine. Still, he refused to engage in her game of dissection.

“If you're quite done here, I'd appreciate it if you stopped poking at me. I might make do with your company for a little longer, but I'm not your plaything to be prodded.” Loki's voice softened slightly, a challenge hidden within his calm exterior. He wasn't here to dance to her whims. He had more important things at stake than her games.

“Fine. Little prince. If you didn't come here to entertain me then why are you here with me? And not there with your pet?” she asked, a smirk on his lips as she poked at his back yet again. As if challenging him to say something, or pull away.

Meanwhile, Mobius managed to jerk the boards up that the chains were connected to. His shoulder had started bleeding again from the constant jerking movements but he was free, finally. Though still in shackles he was able to stand. “Loki…” he mumbled to himself through struggling attempts to breathe. He was worried about Loki. Truly worried that the variant would hurt him. He got up standing on shaky legs as he took a breath. He began to mess with his Tempad, searching timelines for Loki's aura. He had to ensure he was safe.

Loki stiffened slightly at Sylvie's words, his jaw tightening, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he stood his ground, the space around him flickering with the faintest tension, like static electricity in the air. He could feel the poke against his back again, a small challenge in itself, and he half-smiled in spite of himself. But even as he was engaged with Sylvie here, his mind was partially elsewhere. His thoughts briefly flickered toward his... partner, a rare bond he wasn't about to admit. He was prepared to face Sylvie, yes. But his thoughts were never far from what he had left behind.

“Entertain you?” Loki echoed, teasingly. “I'm not here to entertain anyone, least of all you. If I wanted to be distracted, there are far more effective ways than indulging in your games.” He turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder at her. “I came because you're an interesting challenge. A good fight has been sorely lacking for some time.” The itch for conflict, for chaos, had been building inside him ever since the encounter began. “But if you insist on prodding, I might just be forced to turn this into something a little less civil.”

Loki's smirk returned, but there was no humor in it. The moment Sylvie had tested him, he'd been ready for this. No one poked him—physically or figuratively—without some consequence. And he was already irritated with Sylvie.

“Oh, so you do want a challenge? A spar maybe?” she smiled, more than ready to fight. She unsheathed her blade, smiling as she held her sword. “Then let's go. Let's get this done. You're right, I've wished for a decent challenge for a long time. So let's see what you got little god” she taunted as she got ready to fight. Magic swirled around her like water as she prepared.

Mobius finally locked onto Loki's aura. He debated waiting a bit. Something told him not to interfere just yet. And yet he couldn't help but think of Loki all on his own and possibly injured…Loki was his partner and his responsibility. He sighed heavily and typed in the coordinates, appearing just out of vision range of the two below. Though Mobius could see them both from the cliff he now sat on. He was watching them both. He held the chains against him in hopes to keep them quiet, and to not alert the two below that he was there. He could feel how thick the air was with power, and it honestly made him nervous. But he was ready to step in if needed…or more accurately, he would open a time door below one of them if needed 

Loki raised an eyebrow as Sylvie unsheathed her blade, the magic swirling around her like water, ready to crash against him. Loki's eyes sparkled with a dangerous thrill as Sylvie drew her sword, her challenge hanging in the air like the promise of a storm.

“A spar? Oh, I'll give you a spar. But don't expect it to be fair ,” He spread his hands, summoning the very same energy that coursed through his veins, and conjured a blade of his own. The hilt materialized first, smooth and cold to the touch, and the green glow of his magic flared to life around the blade's edge. It was as familiar as it was dangerous, a perfect mirror to Sylvie's sword, but with the trademark twist of Loki's unique magic. The blade was long, though lacking any meaningful runes, slightly curved with a sharp point that seemed to almost pulse with his will.

“Let's see what you've got, Sylvie. Try not to disappoint.” Without another word, he lunged forward, his blade cutting through the air with precision, aimed directly at her. His movements were fluid, controlled. He wasn't playing around anymore. Each strike was a test. As the battle began, a grin slowly stretched across his face. The thrill of the fight was intoxicating, and Loki was eager to see how long it would take before one of them had the upper hand.

Sylvie sprang to life. Every nerve in her body sang with excitement as she dodged the blade Loki wielded. She stepped carefully, and countered swiftly, like a cat. Her shorter hair was her advantage. She didn't need to worry about it covering her face as she attacked. She was already having more fun with this man than any before. Her every movement was perfectly calculated to ensure she never left herself open. Her every swing was purposeful in some way. Whether to back the man away or to distract him. Many years of this had taught her well. She was no stranger to such movements. She was no stranger to a battle of life or death.

Mobius watched. It nearly looked like a dance. With blades… between two people that wished to possibly kill each other…and magic…and…this wasn't going to end well. And yet Mobius couldn't look away. He had never seen two Loki's fight before. He always figured they'd be evenly matched. And yet he realized already how wrong that assumption was. His partner and Sylvie, they both had different skills they learned and enhanced. This was going to be a battle not just of skill or strength, but strategy and intelligence.

Loki's eyes gleamed as Sylvie danced around his strikes, her movements a symphony of precision and grace. She was skilled, he could admit that, but she was far too confident. With a flick of his wrist, Loki summoned a cascade of green light, sending an illusion of himself rushing forward, blade raised high to strike. As the doppelgänger engaged Sylvie head-on, the real Loki melted into the shadows, his presence masked. Sylvie countered the illusion's attack flawlessly, her blade slashing through the projection, which dissipated into harmless wisps of magic. But the moment of distraction was all Loki needed. He reappeared behind her, his blade poised at her side, close enough to make her pause.

“I thought you'd be smarter than that,” Loki purred in a mix of mockery and delight. Sylvie twisted away from him with a snarl, her eyes flashing with irritation. The air between them crackled with magic, thick with the anticipation of their next moves. Loki conjured three more illusions, each one identical to himself, circling her like wolves around their prey. They moved in unison, their blades glinting in the light, their grins as infuriating as the real Loki's.

“Let's see how well you can keep up, shall we?” he teased, his voice coming from every illusion at once, blending into an echo that filled the air. This wasn't just a fight. It was a game. A performance. And Loki was determined to keep her guessing until the very end.

Despite being irritated moments earlier, she forced herself to calm. To fight, no matter the numbers. She used her own magic, sending a wave of green energy around until finally she lunged, striking at the real Loki. Her movements were fast, yet confident. She was using her magic to sense who was who. There was a smile on her face. One that spoke of the fun she was having with this new challenge. Of the way she couldn't wait to see what would occur next. She had waited her whole life to meet someone as skilled as her, and she finally had. And it was glorious.

Mobius remained perched on the cliff, hiding the best he could in the open as he watched. He couldn't deny how amazing this was. He was mentally rooting for Loki. His eyes constantly following every movement the best he could as they fought, or danced? He couldn't tell which to be honest.

Loki shifted, anticipating her lunge, but her strike found its mark—a sharp slash across his arm. Pain flared hot and immediate, blood blooming against the dark fabric of his jacket sleeve. He stumbled back, his jaw tightening as he cradled his wounded arm for a moment, green sparks flickering faintly around the injury. His anger surged, quick and unrelenting, and his stance shifted, more aggressive now. Magic flared in his palm as he cast a barrage of daggers toward her, each one with an ominous green hue. Sylvie dodged them with practiced ease, her movements a blend of elegance and accuracy that only fueled his frustration. His eyes burned with strong determination as he advanced, his blade swinging with renewed intensity. He drove her back, forcing her to meet him strike for strike.

 The illusions were gone; he no longer needed them. His focus narrowed, his body coiled like a snake closing in for the kill. She had wanted a fight, and now she would see what happened when Loki stopped playing. The pain in his upper arm burned, but he didn't care. If anything, it only spurred him on, driving him harder as he sought to push her further, to remind her exactly who she was facing.

Sylvie felt accomplished, far more than she should have. She wasn't this hard for the TVA to catch for no reason. And it had seemed that Loki had underestimated her after all. Though she realized how much more serious Loki had become after her attack landed. Dodging grew harder and harder, meeting Loki's blade blow for blow was also becoming harder and harder. She did her best, but it seemed he was stronger physically than her and his blows, despite not striking her skin, left small jolts coursing through her muscles, making them throb a bit as she constantly tried to keep him from striking her.

Mobius panicked, feeling a wave of nervousness rush to his heart. Though he still watched, gritting his teeth. He had to have faith that Loki would be alright…and he did to an extent. He knew Loki was strong and agile. But seeing him having gotten hurt made Mobius feel a bit worse. He wanted to help, but he had absolutely no idea how to help and that frustrated him.

Loki's mind was alight with focus, a singular, unrelenting drive to win pulsing through his veins. The sting in his arm from Sylvie's earlier strike only fueled him further, a searing reminder of the stakes. His movements were no longer fluid, almost playful exchanges from the start of their duel, each swing of his blade now came with the force of conviction. He drove forward, pushing her back step by step, his strikes raining down faster and heavier. The magic coiling around him grew denser, a haze of green light accentuating every movement like the shimmer of a serpent’s scales. His instincts screamed at him to overwhelm her, to find an opening in her defenses and end this quickly.

She was good—Loki would begrudgingly grant her that much—but she wasn't invincible. He could see it in the slight tremor of her blade as she parried, the way her breathing grew more labored with each exchange. Sylvie might have fought a thousand battles, but Loki had fought in wars. A quick step to the side, a feint to the left, and then he surged forward, twisting his blade in a sharp arc toward her shoulder. Even if she blocked, the impact would rattle her bones.

She didn't manage to block. The blade hit its mark, slicing effortlessly into her shoulder and gaining a loud yelp from her. Quickly, she jumped backwards, her heart racing in her ears as she glared at Loki. She knew this was coming. Knew she'd meet her match someday…but she'd not fall. Not here, not after all she'd been through! She used her magic to put distance between them, a small spell that could only teleport her so far away…and it placed her right behind Mobius. She stared down in disbelief, yet a smirk on her lips as he grabbed the chain around his neck, pulling him backwards.

Mobius didn't gasp, he didn't struggle. He looked back at her. His eyes said he saw this coming, always the alert little analyst. Sylvie looked to Loki, knowing it may take him barely seconds to find her using his own magic…but she had a new idea. Loki's were cunning yes, but also no stranger to taking prisoners when it benefited them. And right now, this man would benefit her. It seemed he held some kind of importance to Loki and she didn't care how. She stood up, pulling him against her.

However, Mobius was no one's prisoner! He tugged so sharply at the chain in her hand it made them rattle. He then used the chains on his wrists and gripped it, holding it like a whip as he slashed towards her with it. Quickly she jumped backwards and glared at him. How fucking dare he! She thought to grab him, but she was running out of time! She'd not be caught here. Instead she used magic to tighten the chains around him, causing him to slightly choke for a breath. With that she blasted him off the cliff with magic. She knew Loki would be distracted with desire to catch his partner while she set up her Tempad to escape. Mobius couldn't scream as he fell. Instead he closed his eyes. He held his breath, braced for an impact he knew would kill him. He had little strength, little time to think with the lack of oxygen. Though the tightness of the chain wouldn't kill him it was more meant to stun. And it did stun him perfectly.

He did think about Loki. At least he got to meet someone he was secretly a fan of. And the Loki he had met this time wasn't as bad as the others had been….he didn't wish for death, but he had no strength to fight it as much as he wished. After all he was only human, what could he do? He didn't have any thought that Loki would rather save him than catch the woman. He figured if truth be told that Loki would welcome his death and flee while he could. To permanently escape the TVA.

Loki quickly advanced toward the position that Sylvie's magic had moved to, just in time to see Mobius go over the edge. “No!” The shout tore from his throat before he even realized he had said anything. Fear wasn't something Loki often allowed himself to feel, it was a vulnerability, a weakness, but now it clamped down on him like a vice, squeezing every ounce of control from his chest. Without hesitation, he broke into a sprint toward the cliff, his mind already racing through possibilities. Magic surged in his veins, green energy coalescing at his fingertips as he pushed himself harder and faster. He couldn't let this happen. Not Mobius. The man who had stood by him, seen him for who he was, good and bad, was seconds from death, and for a brief moment, Loki's resolve wavered. He couldn't lose him. 

Focusing all his energy, Loki thrust his hands forward, a wave of magic hurtling toward Mobius. He conjured a spell he had learned centuries ago, one rarely used: an ethereal tether. The glowing strand of magic shot toward Mobius, curling around him just before the ground rushed up to meet him. With a sharp pull, Loki yanked Mobius upward, the force of the spell nearly dragging Loki himself off the edge. He braced his feet, digging his boots into the earth as he hauled Mobius back toward the cliff's edge. 

“Don't you dare die on me, Mobius!” he growled under his breath, sweat beading on his brow as the strain of the spell threatened to overwhelm him. Mobius landed heavily on the ground beside him, coughing and gasping for air once Loki broke the magical chains. Loki dropped to one knee, his hands trembling, the adrenaline coursing through him like fire. His gaze darted to Mobius, scanning him for injuries, before flicking toward the horizon where Sylvie's energy signature was already fading.

“Godsdammit…” She had escaped. Loki clenched his jaw, torn between the fury of losing her and the overwhelming relief that Mobius was alive. For once, the latter outweighed the former. Mobius hadn't expected the sudden tether, or the strength Loki showed as he pulled the man from the fall. His body hurt, relief washing over him as the chains were removed and once again he could breath. Mobius coughed hard, his hands lightly scratching the ground as tears stung the corners of his eyes. His shoulder had long since tore open earlier when he escaped, blood staining his white shirt. He glanced at the injury, the color of red against white and then realized something far more important. He stood up on shaky legs. 

“Loki! Are you okay!?” Mobius asked quickly, managing to move over to Loki as he began to look over the wound from Sylvie. He didn't even ask for permission to touch the man or wait for a response before his hands were against his arm, moving away the torn fabric to see the injury below without removing the shirt. This was his fault…again… Again he let her get away. Again he was a distraction…he knew better. Knew he shouldn't be on the field like this. He got Loki hurt, this was all his fault…and the turmoil danced in his blue eyes like a flame as he focused on Loki's wound, wanting to see just how bad it was.

Sylvie ran off to another timeline. One of her apocalypse ones that she could hide out in for as long as needed. There, she began tending to her own wound. Cursing that damned Loki for hurting her. Cursing that stupid agent for always being in her way. Cursing her own weaknesses. She couldn't make the same mistake twice. Next time she met those two…that agent would die! He had to! She had been so successful until she met that rat.

Relief coursed through Loki, but it was quickly overshadowed by frustration as Sylvie's fading energy signature mocked his failure. She was gone. Again. He clenched his jaw, the anger simmering beneath the surface threatening to bubble over. Before Loki could respond, Mobius was already at his side, hands on his injured arm, pulling at the torn fabric to assess the wound. Loki flinched slightly, more out of surprise than pain, and frowned as Mobius examined him with a seriousness that felt almost misplaced.

“Mobius.” Loki said, sharp but not mean. “It's fine. Just a scratch.” He tried to pull his arm away, but Mobius wasn't having it. The way Mobius' hands lingered, the way his ocean blue eyes were clouded with guilt and worry, it was almost unbearable. Loki hated it. Not the concern, perhaps, but the implication. That Mobius thought this was his fault. That he was somehow to blame for the chaos Sylvie had caused.

“Enough.” Loki said, more firmly this time, placing his uninjured hand over Mobius' to still him. “You're bleeding, Mobius. If anyone should be fussed over, it's you.” He gestured vaguely at the blood-soaked shirt Mobius was wearing.  “You're human. You don't bounce back from these things like I do.” His words carried a faint tremor, betraying the adrenaline still coursing through him. He didn't want to admit how close that had been, how narrowly he had pulled Mobius back from the brink. The frustration of Sylvie's escape still gnawed at him, but for now, Mobius was safe, and that was enough.

Mobius paused, staring at Loki's hand over his own before looking up at him. “Human or god, we feel pain nearly the same way, no? You took care of me. It's my turn. I'm fine. It started bleeding when I struggled alone in the chains. It took a while, but I broke the boards off the floor and got free…” he sighed a bit. Looking back down to the wound of Loki's, then his own. Oddly enough he didn't feel as much pain as he had expected. Was he numb? Or still in shock from his fall? He couldn't be sure. He just knew he was hurting more emotionally than physically. 

“But it seems you're right about one thing…it isn't too deep from what I see. I'm glad…when I saw her cut you, I panicked.” Those last words told Loki Mobius must have been there a while. Maybe Sylvie knew he was there, maybe this was her plan all along. It was clear she hated the TVA and Mobius' death would be welcomed by her. But she also constantly pointed out how the man was a 'pet' to Loki, maybe she planned to use the man against Loki after all?

“We should get back and get tended to and cleaned up…” he sighed. Though oddly enough, he had not made a movement since Loki's hand had gripped his. The grip alone seemed to be calming the man's racing thoughts, like a light in the darkness of a sea. His breathing began to calm further and he seemed to stop trembling so much, though he hadn't even realized he was trembling.

Loki didn't want to leave. Not yet, anyhow. Sylvie was out there, injured but not defeated, and every instinct screamed at him to follow, to end this before she disappeared even further, slipping from their grasp. But Mobius' words lingered at the forefront of his mind. Loki sighed, frustration evident in the way his shoulders sagged slightly. His grip on Mobius' hand loosened, though he didn't pull away entirely.

“You're right,” Loki said reluctantly, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. “We should go back. Get you cleaned up before you start falling apart on me.” His attempt at humor was dry, an effort to deflect from the inner turmoil roiling beneath the surface. He was miffed that Sylvie had gotten away again. He glanced once more toward the horizon, where Sylvie had vanished. His jaw clenched, and his voice grew quieter, tinged with regret. 

“She'll get what's coming to her. Eventually.” Loki straightened, the façade of the confident trickster returning. “But you. You're not falling to pieces on my watch. Let's get out of here before someone else decides to throw you off a cliff.”

The last part made Mobius laugh a bit. That stung, but not in a bad way. “Yeah. I don't think I want to dive off a cliff again any time soon. Though if you're there, I don't fear it much.” He stood up, removing his hand from Loki's as he opened a door with his Tempad. The way he spoke, he knew he was barely a second and a half from death, made it seem like he trusted Loki to catch him again if it ever happened again. And he did. The incident only strengthened the trust he held for Loki.

Mobius turned and held his hand out to the man, offering to help him up and off his knee, though he was sure he didn't need help. There was that small tug at his mind that wanted to say something smart-assy, but the words that formed in his mind he knew would get him hurt so he silenced them. After all, it was a line Loki had used before, well many Loki's had used. He stifled a chuckle as he smiled. 

“Thanks by the way…for saving me again. I'm truly grateful you're as strong as you are.” Mobius' tone was sincere and honest. Though his eyes still clouded with guilt as if he could tell how badly Sylvie's escape pissed Loki off. Mobius cast a glance at the shimmering portal, the familiar pull of irritation creeping over him. Another trip back to the TVA, licking their wounds instead of Loki being able to claim his freedom. And all while, Sylvie was free, slipping further away with each second. Loki rose to his feet without taking the offered hand, brushing off his clothes with an air of practiced nonchalance, ignoring the sticky blood on his arm.

“Yes, yes, I'm strong and resourceful. We've established that. You can stop looking at me like I just pulled off some grand miracle,” The irritation in his tone wasn't entirely directed at Mobius, though the man's overly earnest demeanor didn't help. “Back to the TVA then,” Loki said with a resigned sigh. “Again. It seems that's where all paths lead these days, doesn't it?” He strode toward the portal, pausing just before stepping through.  “I trust you'll use this time to reflect on your role as 'bait,' Mobius,” he added dryly, glancing over his shoulder. “I'd rather not have to save you from plummeting to your doom a second time.” The faintest smirk twitched at his lips. Without waiting for a reply, he stepped through the portal, his mind already racing with plans to track Sylvie down again—no matter how many detours were forced upon him. Mobius stepped through the portal feeling a bit more guilty now than before. 

“I think I make pretty decent bait, thank you.” Mobius' words weren't without humor, but they did feel a bit off. It was clear his mind was elsewhere. Somewhere far away from the world of the TVA. Mobius had opened the door outside the medbay so they didn't need to walk back to it from somewhere far. “Come on. Let's get you patched up. Then…then I'm not sure…” he sighed, a heavy sigh that both seemed to have given up yet at the same time was determined to keep trying. A strange mix that normally made no sense. “We're out of leads until her next attack. Unless we can find out where she's hiding or how. Unlike you, I can't track her aura for some reason, she hides well enough that our Tempads can't find her. Just not sure how.” he explained as he grabbed the proper supplies that would be needed to tend to Loki's 'scratch.' He was focused on his task at hand as he spoke, trying to think of what to do next, or what to do while they were made to wait. He debated sneaking Loki back to his timeline and leaving him to his life…but he knew it wouldn't end well. Loki wouldn't be able to forget this issue with Sylvie, so it was better if they solved this as quickly as possible, for his sake over the sake of the TVA.

Loki paced the medbay, his irritation palpable in every heavy footfall. His hands were clasped behind his back, but his restless fingers flexed as though itching to cast another spell.

“Sylvie didn't get away because of her cunning,” he muttered, more to himself than Mobius. “She got away because I let her.” His tone carried a weight of self-recrimination, his own perceived failure hurting him far more than any physical wound. He paused his pacing long enough to glare at one of the cots, offended at its very existence. “And what exactly are we waiting for, Mobius?” Loki snapped, his tone brittle. “A revelation to strike us from the heavens? Another attack to drop into our laps? Sitting idly while she plots her next move—” He cut himself off with a frustrated gesture, resuming his pacing. The wound on his arm was bleeding sluggishly, but he seemed wholly unbothered by it. What was pain compared to the sting of humiliation?

“Loki…” Mobius sighed again and grabbed the man's uninjured arm. “Hey!” his tone was sharp, firm and commanding attention “If you've a better idea then we can play it your way! But you're not doing anything until that injury is tended to, do you understand?” his grip wasn't as strong as Loki's could be, but it was firm. “Now. Sit down and once I'm done you can pace and rant all you want.” he pointed to a chair with his other hand “Take your shirt and jacket off. Let's get it cleaned now. Okay?” his tone softened a bit as he released the man's arm before he ended up on the floor. He knew how angry Loki could get, he had seen what he'd done to people who pissed him off. He knew he was playing with fire. But he had to make the man understand. Had to be unyielding. He waited for Loki to comply, his eyes shining with a look that demanded he comply and the impatience of having to wait until he did. Loki froze when Mobius gripped his arm, his eyes narrowing as if considering whether to let the mortal keep that hand. His lips parted, a sharp retort at the ready, but something in Mobius' tone made him pause. With a scoff that bordered on a growl, Loki wrenched his arm free, though not violently.

“Fine. If it will stop your incessant nagging,” Loki muttered, tugging off his 'VARIANT' jacket and dropping it unceremoniously on the cot. “A trickster prince brought to heel by a bureaucrat. How the mighty have fallen.” He grumbled as he loosened his tie and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. It was slightly damp from sweat and speckled with blood from the wound at his bicep. Loki's lean frame was revealed as he took off the shirt and threw it in the same pile as his jacket, his body a testament to centuries of battles and skirmishes. Scars marred his skin in certain places, a thin white line slicing across his ribs, faint puncture marks along his shoulder, and a particularly jagged scar just below his collarbone that hinted at a wound that had nearly been fatal. His muscles were well-defined, shaped from years of constant motion, magic, and warfare.

The wound on his arm was a gash just above the elbow, where Sylvie's blade had found its mark. Blood still oozed sluggishly from the cut, staining the surrounding skin a vivid crimson. It wasn't life-threatening, but the depth of the wound made it clear that if left untreated, it could cause problems in the future. He dropped heavily into the chair Mobius had pointed to, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh of exasperation. His eyes flicked to Mobius, expectant. 

“Well? Get on with it, then. Unless you'd like to lecture me some more while you're at it.” For longer than he had realized Mobius stared. Watching the man as he revealed his upper body. His heart pounded in his ears and his breath was quiet, almost as if afraid to make much of a sound. He watched, stared at every scar, every muscle…this man was absolutely stunning. And damn it, Mobius was sure he knew it. He hesitated for a few seconds before snapping himself out of his trance and getting to work. He grabbed the alcohol and cleaning pad and got it wet with the solution. Suddenly, the room smelled of alcohol again as he stepped closer.

“Thank you for your compliance, Loki.” his voice was back to being soft again. Odd how quickly he could shift his tone and control his mood. “Though it's clear you've seen many battles, this still may sting.” he warned as he began to clean the wound carefully. Taking great detail in ensuring that he was causing as little pain as possible while also ensuring the wound was properly cleaned. The pad was cool against the wound as Mobius worked. His eyes focused on the injury now as he tried so very, very hard not to let his eyes wander too much over this handsome god's exposed body.

Loki shifted in the chair, attempting to exude his usual air of indifference, but Mobius' proximity was far too distracting. The mortal's touch, careful yet firm, sent an odd prickling sensation through his skin, not from the sting of the alcohol, which he did wince slightly from, but from the sheer intimacy of it.

“Ah, yes, well, I've survived many battles,” Loki replied with a half-hearted chuckle, hoping his tone would remain unaffected. “But this little scrape is hardly worth my concern.” His words sounded almost dismissive, but the slight tightening of his jaw betrayed him. He wasn't nearly as calm as he appeared. The truth was, he was far less composed than he tried to look.  His muscles were taut beneath his skin, tension rippling through him as Mobius' fingers brushed ever so lightly against his arm. It wasn't as if Loki hadn't been tended to before, he had experienced centuries of battlefield wounds and royal healers of all kinds, but this felt different. Too close. Too intimate. He huffed a quiet breath, forcing his gaze away from Mobius and fixing it on some unremarkable corner of the medbay.

“You're taking your time, Mobius,” Loki added, his tone a touch sharper than he intended to mask the tightness in his throat. “I'd almost think you're enjoying this.” The words came out before he could stop them, and immediately he regretted it. The smirk faltered slightly as he shifted in the chair again, a moment of uncertainty crossing his expression before he buried it beneath a carefully constructed mask of aloofness.

“Well yes, I'm taking my time. I need to make sure it's properly cleaned. Otherwise it could get worse.” he chuckled, not knowing the thoughts in Loki's mind. Though once the wound was cleaned properly he switched to medicines. He grabbed a white tube of something Loki couldn't immediately see and squeezed some antibiotic ointment on his index and middle fingers. He placed his fingers on the wound and carefully rubbed the ointment over the injury and around it. To Mobius, this was serious. Even if Loki had been in more battles and wars than one could count, he wasn't going to risk losing the man and planned to take excellent care in ensuring he survived. He glanced at Loki, and again his eyes wandered over a few scars. Some looked worse than others, some seemed like they had hurt pretty badly. His eyes settled on the one that could have been fatal, wondering what happened, wondering if Loki would tell him.

“Loki…what caused the scar on your collarbone? If you don't mind me asking that is?” To some that may seem a stupid question. Mobius had done extensive research on Loki and his many variants. And yet, he asked a question that one would think he already knew the answer to. And maybe he would normally, but at the moment he couldn't recall the situation where that scar came from. He did extensive research on Loki's all the time. But each one had a different life, a different path and different moments and events. Sometimes it was hard to differentiate one from the other. Sometimes they got jumbled in his mind and he needed help straightening them out.

Loki inhaled sharply as Mobius' fingers brushed over his skin again, this time applying the ointment with surprising delicacy. He was grateful for the care, whether or not he wanted to admit it, but his pride always made him reluctant to show it. Loki glanced down at the scar Mobius was referring to.

“This one?”  he said, his tone light and unenthusiastic, though the slightest bit of nostalgia slipped through. “A battle on Midgard. It wasn't as glamorous as it sounds, I assure you.” Loki's voice remained calm, almost bored, as he continued. “I'd like to say I was victorious in that one, but the scar suggests otherwise, doesn't it? An adversary managed to catch me off guard with an enchanted sword. Almost severed my windpipe. It was a close call, but I did manage to escape before things got... terminal.” Loki shrugged as best as he could, given the position. The touch of Mobius' fingers still sent a shiver through him, though he did his best to hide it under the pretense of his usual nonchalance. 

“What's it matter now? A mark to remind me of how fortunate I am that some of my battles weren't more permanent.” He turned his head slightly, his voice dropping near a whisper, though it lacked his usual playfulness. “It's not something I like to remember, but if you must know, now you do.” Mobius remembered that one!! Oh man, did he! He watched with bated breath as the battle unfolded on the screen he watched it on. He gave a small nod. 

“Sorry to bring up any bad memories. I was just curious, that was all.” Mobius pulled away again, cleaning his hands before starting to bandage the wound. He wasn't quick with this either. Testing the tightness of the wrap around Loki's arm and against his skin. Testing to ensure it wasn't too tight or loose. And making sure above all else that it was placed properly and wouldn't hinder Loki much, if at all. He was however glad for the story, glad to have something else to take his mind off this shirtless, beautiful god before him. He hated how much Loki being shirtless affected him. Hated that he wasn't as good at hiding things as Loki was. Though grateful, Loki seemed to pay little attention to Mobius. His eyes had a habit of staring a bit longer than necessary, looking all over Loki as his mind decided this was a sight that he'd never forget, not willingly at least. Loki watched Mobius work with a kind of detached attention, noting the care he took in wrapping the bandage just right. He felt the pressure of the fabric as it secured the wound, but for the most part, he was focused on the other man's hands.

Mobius' hands. There was something strange about the way he moved, deliberate but still quick, like he knew what he was doing but didn't want to rush. Loki couldn't deny the faint sense of appreciation he had for that, but he kept it buried, of course. He could tell Mobius was doing his best to avoid looking at him, but Loki couldn't help but notice the way the man's eyes lingered. It was frustrating, yet oddly satisfying, in a way that unsettled him. He'd always had a way of making people react to him, but this felt different. Loki didn't like dwelling on such insignificant moments in his past. There were far more important things at hand, like the fact that his brand new shirt and jacket were both torn and stained with his own blood. Even the thought of wearing them again made his lip curl in distaste. Once Mobius finished, he stood up, smiling at Loki with a proud smile, glad to be able to back away from him for a bit.

“There. All done.” he stated as if it wasn't obvious. “So, what now?” he asked, wanting to keep the attention off himself as much as possible.

“I would normally make some witty remarks about the state of my clothing, but I believe it's beyond saving.” Loki sighed, standing up carefully, the movement cautious as he adjusted the bandage Mobius had so kindly applied. Loki glanced down at the bandaged wound, testing the movement in his arm with a nod of approval. 

“But what now, indeed? We have our next steps, don't we? We find Sylvie. She won't escape again, not after this.” He needed to get back on track. He had already been too careless, and he wouldn't let her get away again. “Though I'll need to... retrieve a shirt first, or risk making a fool of myself. The sight of me half-dressed might be too much for you.”

Mobius had begun to undo his own shirt as Loki spoke. His back was turned to the man as he prepared to rebandage to his own wound. However at the last few words left Loki's lips he felt his face burn a bit hot, his cheeks reddening as he looked down as his fingers that had stopped on the middle button. He cursed himself for being so obvious, and having stared for far too long. He took a small breath as he tried to calm the many thoughts in his mind.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you are most likely very right. You'd be far too distracting…” His tone was quiet, hiding as much of himself from view as possible. “Let me tend to myself first and I'll retrieve a new shirt and jacket for you from the clothing room.” Mobius spoke without much thought as he began to fiddle with his buttons again. He had to do this himself. He didn't think his heart could handle a shirtless Loki close to him while he too was shirtless. The thought, the picture in his mind served to make his heart race faster and his face become a bit more flushed. He felt butterflies in his stomach before quickly trying to shoo the thought away from his mind like a pesky fly.

Loki arched his brow as he caught the faintest tinge of pink rising to Mobius' cheeks, though the man tried admirably to hide it. Loki, of course, missed nothing. The admission, quiet and understated, elicited a bit of amusement in Loki. Far too distracting. He filed that comment away for later use. When Mobius began fumbling with his buttons, clearly trying to manage his own injury, Loki stepped closer, his movements smooth and purposeful. He placed a firm hand on Mobius' shoulder, halting the his motion and turning him slightly to face him

“Ah, ah, ah, no, Agent Mobius,” Loki drawled, his tone equal parts commanding and teasing. “You've already played nursemaid to me. The least I can do is return the favor. I insist.” Without waiting for permission, Loki undid the next button Mobius was struggling with, his movements uncharacteristically gentle. Loki eased the shirt down off Mobius' shoulders, exposing the reopened wound. His expression shifted subtly, still composed, but with a faint crease of concern knitting his forehead.

Mobius jolted as Loki's hand was placed on his shoulder. Now that his mind was clear enough to think, his breath nearly stopped as Loki undid the next button. Suddenly, his heartbeat raced harder, thumping in his chest against his ribs like a trapped bird trying to get free. Once his shirt was off, he quickly began to avoid eye contact. He couldn't help but mentally compare the two of them; Loki, a god, fit and beautiful, a few scars here and there but oh so deliciously flawless at the same time. Then him, an older gentleman, not anywhere near as fit, though not overweight either. His body held only a faint scar in a place where Loki may have once stabbed Thor in years prior. His skin wasn't as smooth, his muscles nowhere near as defined and flawless…not to mention the bed of grey hair that covered his chest. 

Mobius felt inadequate in front of this god. He felt small and weak. Others would surely agree. And yet…Mobius was being too harsh on himself. He didn't look as horrid as he may fear, well, depending on who was asked. It was definitely clear Loki was better looking, but Mobius wasn't a bad looker himself. He had to get a hold of himself. He knew Loki had seen him blush, and knew that it could be used against him later, but for the love of the gods why was this shirtless god so flipping close!? He had never before felt attraction to anyone, and many tried to get close to him, namely Renslayer. And yet here he was, heart pounding, cheeks flushed and holding his breath like a girl who saw her first crush. Finally he took a breath. His tense body finally let him do so. Yet he still avoided eye contact, looking anywhere but Loki.

“I could have done it myself…but given that I can't lift my arm up fully I suppose I have little choice but to leave it to you…” Mobius submitted to the gods' will. For now. He knew when he was beat. And he didn't want Loki to strain too much, so he'd let him do as he pleased. Mobius' reaction was amusing as hell to say the least. The man was practically squirming under his gaze, his eyes darting anywhere but at Loki. It was fascinating, really, how someone so composed, so steadfast in the face of danger, could unravel so easily in such an innocuous moment.

“You could have done it yourself,” Loki agreed, his tone smooth but with just the right amount of condescension. “But as you've so astutely realized, your limited range of motion leaves you… shall we say, inadequate for the task?” Without waiting for further protests, Loki gestured to the chair he had just vacated, his command brooking no argument. “Sit. And don't make me repeat myself.” Once Mobius had complied, Loki retrieved the supplies. His deft fingers reached for the items on the medbay counter, and he worked in silence for a moment. As he cleaned the wound, Loki's touch was firm yet careful, mirroring the precision Mobius had shown earlier. After restitching part of the wound as gently as he could, Loki applied ointment with the same meticulous attention to detail, his focus seemingly on the task at hand, though his mind was already crafting his next quip.

“I…fine, maybe you're right…as you so often are…” Mobius sat silently in the chair, staring at a wall behind Loki. It was a boring white wall with nothing but more medical things in a cabinet. But it held his focus as he avoided looking. He could nearly feel the heat from Loki's skin against his, and yet he didn't think they were that close. His heart beating faster still, a low drum against his ribcage and chest as he closed his eyes and leaned back. 

This was the first time Mobius had paid attention to Loki this much. To his body, the movements of his hands against his skin, the scent Loki held…magic mixed with something unearthly. He hated that he had come apart so easily…and this time he had nothing to blame except himself and his own human heart that betrayed his normal calmness. He was sure he'd get ahold of himself before long…though he was lying to himself. His breathing was shallow and slow. As if trying to force control over something he had no control over.

“As I so often am,” Loki repeated with a faint smirk, his voice low but still carrying that telltale hint of mischief. “I do enjoy hearing you admit it, Mobius. It's so rare I'm afforded such a luxury.” Loki worked silently for a moment, his focus fixed on the task at hand. He wrapped bandages neatly around the cleaned up wound. He caught the way Mobius was deliberately avoiding eye contact. It wasn't subtle, but Loki pretended not to notice, instead finishing the last knot of the bandage.

“There,” he announced, leaning back slightly to survey his work. “Immaculate, as always. Your shoulder should heal just fine, assuming, of course, you don't insist on further reckless acts that might undo my efforts.” Loki stood, brushing his hands together as if dusting them off. He took a step back, finally giving Mobius a bit of space

“You know,” he began, voice quieter now, “you're unusually quiet. For you.” Loki's head tilted, a strand of dark hair falling loose from its place as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Should I take your silence as gratitude for my flawless care? Or are you sulking over the fact that you can't scold me for meddling in your affairs?”

“Let's call it gratitude.” Mobius responded as he stood up. He gave a cute kind of smile as he looked at the bandages. He then turned his attention back to Loki. “Wait here. I'll go grab you some new clothing.” He stated and left no room for argument as he walked out, forgetting the simple fact he too was shirtless. That selfish part of him wanted to be the only one to see Loki so exposed, though that desire was locked so deeply inside the man's head even he couldn't understand why he had gotten so protective and flustered. He walked down the hall, not realizing he had left his Tempad on the table in the medbay. Now that Mobius was alone, all he could think about was the fact Sylvie got away, Loki got hurt and this was all his fault…those three things swam in his mind like poison as he walked through the halls, his attention on nothing or no one but the floor as he tried to think of a way to right this wrong.

As the room fell silent as Mobius left, Loki's gaze naturally wandered, catching sight of the Tempad abandoned on the table. His smile widened, mischief lighting up his features like a match struck in the dark. He rose from his seat and stepped toward the little DS-like device.

“Leaving your toys unattended, Mobius?” Loki murmured, his tone carrying a note of feigned disapproval. He picked up the Tempad, holding it delicately between his fingers as though it were a precious artifact. Turning it over, he inspected it with growing interest. “Now, what secrets do you hide, little machine?” he mused. A tap on the screen brought it to life, its interface glowing softly in his hands. For a moment, Loki hesitated, his thumb hovering over the menu. He could almost hear Mobius' exasperated voice scolding him, berating him for tampering with things he 'didn't understand.' That thought alone made the temptation all the sweeter. Clearing the cache, such a simple act of sabotage, harmless yet utterly infuriating. It would surely drive Mobius mad, and he couldn't resist the thrill of imagining the look on his face when he discovered the prank.

Mobius retrieved the clothing. Even putting something on himself. Though all he could truly find at the moment was a black short sleeved shirt. It was rather revealing, to be honest, and nothing Mobius would ever wear usually. But he didn't feel like wandering all the way back to his room. So he got the shirt on, pulling it carefully over his injury as he looked down at himself. This was a bit embarrassing. The V-neck of his shirt left little to the imagination, hugging to his body firmly and even showing off some of the hairs on his chest.

He grumbled, this would be a much better shirt for Loki… He grabbed another shirt, it was also a black shirt but not a V-neck one, secretly Mobius had hoped it would have been. That was all there was in the sizes he needed. All the other clothing seemed to have been taken out to be washed. He swiftly returned to Loki, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to step out of the way of some returning soldiers, who gave him a slight glare before walking off to do reports. Mobius sighed and made it back just in time to see the god with his Tempad and smiled a bit.

“Loki?” His voice wasn't stern, no, it held a bit of amusement, as if he hadn't expected to see anything less. Though the sight of the still shirtless man stirred something in his heart and mind yet again and it took all the strength he had not to blush. “Here.” Mobius held out the all black shirt. A smile on his face as he knew Loki liked black. “This was all I could find at the moment. Hope it's okay.”

Loki's fingers froze over the Tempad when Mobius' voice reached him. He turned slowly, an expression of mock innocence plastered across his face as he set the small device back onto the table. His gaze traveled lazily over Mobius, lingering just a second too long on the man's rather uncharacteristically fitted v-neck. Loki arched a single brow, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Well, well, Mobius. I didn't realize you had such fashion sense. I daresay you should wear shirts like that more often. It suits you.” The god stood, his smirk deepening at the tinge of pink he noticed creeping up Mobius' neck. Reaching out, Loki plucked the offered shirt from his hands, giving it a quick once-over. “Black. A wise choice,” Loki mused, shaking it out. “It'll do, I suppose. Although, next time, I expect something with a bit more flair. Perhaps some gold embroidery fits a god's station far better than this plain thing.” Loki slid the shirt on with grace, pulling it over his shoulders and smoothing it down. Once dressed, he turned back to Mobius, tilting his head as he scrutinized him again.

“Yes,” Loki said breezily, circling Mobius now with his hands clasped behind his back. “The shirt does wonders for you, but perhaps a touch of confidence would elevate it further. Chin up, Mobius! You're nearly passable like this.”

“This wasn't my first choice. More like my only one. Well, I suppose that's not true…I could go back to my room and—” Mobius stopped talking, the slight compliment and saying that he should dress that way more often left him a bit flushed for a moment. He then tried to shake it off, and wondered what Loki had done to his Tempad. Before he could think about it much, Loki was circling him. He heard his advice on confidence and felt even more embarrassed.

“L-Loki!” Mobius' voice almost trembled, though he managed to keep it steady enough. He had never in his life, well, in the life that he knew, dressed in such a way. It was always formal attire. White shirts, tan pants and jacket, belt and tie. Unless of course it was his soldier days. Then he wore a suit of armor, black attire. He shook his head quickly. “Let's not keep teasing me about this. This shirt would have looked far better on you if it was your size!” The words were out of his mouth before he realized what he had said. He took a small breath, and yet, he still stood there, letting Loki circle him as he looked at the floor. The compliments from the man made him actually feel a bit happier, but he couldn't fully show that with the teasing mixed in. Loki stopped mid-circle, tilting his head at Mobius, thoroughly enjoying his flustered reaction. Then he moved until he was standing just in front of him as he looked the man up and down once more.

“You're mistaken if you think this shirt would suit me better. You forget,” he said, a touch of pride in his voice, “I look impeccable in anything… or nothing at all. Perhaps I should try it on just to prove your point. Shall we swap? I imagine the mortification might be worth it for you.” His voice dripped with faux sincerity, though the gleam in his eyes betrayed his amusement. He gave Mobius a light clap on the shoulder, an unusual show of camaraderie from the god. “Now, compose yourself, partner. The TVA can't function with its best analyst reduced to a puddle.” With that, Loki turned on his heel, heading back toward the Tempad on the counter with an air of victory, though his smirk suggested the teasing was far from over.

Mobius was going to argue, to swear he wasn't reduced to a puddle! That he wouldn't swap shirts just to watch how beautifully this one would hug the man, maybe even rip maybe even…..oh god! It took every ounce of strength to fight back the blush that threatened to warm his cheeks and ears. Instead he took a breath, tried to calm his mind, tried to force himself to think with his head, and not with other parts of himself…he felt like a teenager!! He watched as Loki went to the Tempad, the smug aura of victory rolling off the man in waves even Mobius could feel from where he was.

“Yes…let's get back to work…” he calmed slightly at the mention of work. “So. What's your plan Loki? Surely you have one?” Mobius inquired as he walked closer now, finally moving from the spot he felt tied to seconds before. Loki didn't bother to turn around immediately, letting Mobius stew in his own flustered energy a moment longer. The corners of his mouth twitched as he tapped at the Tempad with an air of nonchalance. When he finally did glance over his shoulder, the gleam in his eyes spoke volumes: he was enjoying himself far too much.

“Oh, Mobius, do you really think I would embark on this venture without a plan? Honestly, your lack of faith wounds me.” He tilted his head, gesturing vaguely toward the Tempad. “Sylvie, as you know, is clever—almost as clever as me. She won't stay in one timeline for long, especially now that she knows the TVA is close. But she has habits, tells… little quirks she doesn't even realize she's left in her wake.” Loki moved closer, closing the gap between them, the Tempad held loosely in one hand. 

“For instance, she has a penchant for places on the verge of destruction. Or maybe she simply finds it easier to hide when the universe is too busy crumbling to notice her.” With a few taps on the Tempad, he pulled up a glowing list of timelines and coordinates, each with a label denoting some catastrophic event. Loki held it up for Mobius to see.

“I've narrowed it down to three likely locations. One of them is bound to hold our quarry.” Loki said. “Probably.” Mobius watched with interest as Loki showed him what he had learned from just the fight with Sylvie. His eyes wide with surprise and amazement. 

“You learned all that from just clashing blades with her? How?” Mobius asked in surprise as he looked at the list, and watched it narrow to three places highlighted as Loki spoke. “How did you figure out all of that so quickly? Was it something she said or did you simply search her memories somehow?” Despite knowing all there was to know about Loki and his many many variants, Mobius still seemed amazed and excited about learning how Loki figured it out so quickly. “Or are you going by what you would do in her shoes?” he wondered out loud. His curiosity matched that of a child's all of a sudden. As he looked at Loki with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Which location are we visiting first?” he finally asked, though still wanting answers he had to calm down a bit and remember the focus of this conversation was to find Sylvie.

Loki chuckled softly, the sound rich as he basked in Mobius' wide-eyed amazement. He leaned casually against the nearest surface, letting the Tempad dangle from his hand, clearly relishing the attention.

“Ah, Mobius, you give me far too little credit,” he said, a note of playful chiding in his voice. “You think I need to rifle through memories to deduce her habits? No, no, Sylvie and I share more than a few similarities, though she'd be loath to admit it. I simply observe, connect the dots, and—” he tapped his temple. “—see what no one else can. When we fought, I wasn't just clashing blades; I was reading her. Every move, every decision she made in that moment spoke volumes. She's drawn to chaos, to the edge of ruin. Places like…”

Loki tapped the Tempad to show Mobius the places, and the first location glowed brighter. “Sokovia, right before Ultron's ascent. The ultimate tragedy brewing beneath the surface. Very tempting for someone like her, wouldn't you agree?” He tapped again. “Or Vormir, during the height of its blood-soaked history, a planet steeped in death. It practically screams Sylvie's name.” One last tap. “And then, there's New York during the Battle of 2012. Oh, the irony. She knows it's significant to me, which means she might assume it's the last place I'd dare to look. Clever, but not clever enough.” Mobius listened intently. His heart raced a bit more as he listened to Loki's explanation. He was so good at this it seemed. He knew so much more suddenly than anyone ever had. He was thoroughly impressed, and rightly so. He smiled a bit, nearly bouncing a bit.

 “That's amazing, Loki! Okay then! Pick one and let's go!” He seemed just as eager to grab this woman as he was. And finally they had a shot in the dark to do so. “Wherever you choose, let's go! We could have a chance of catching her and we need to take it.” Mobius smiled, looking up at Loki calmly with super bright hopeful eyes. “I'm really amazed, Loki. You did some stunning work out there.” he praised, clearly ready to go. Or so he hoped.

Loki's grin deepened at Mobius' praise, the god's confidence swelling further. “Of course it's amazing. I am amazing,” Loki said smoothly, though his tone carried more amusement than arrogance. “Now, let's not waste time. Sokovia it is. The odds are most in our favor there, and I'd rather not keep Sylvie waiting.” He stepped forward, entering the coordinates on the Tempad. As the glowing orange portal shimmered to back life in the room, Loki turned his gaze back to Mobius, one brow raised. 

“You keep up this pace, Mobius, and I might start to believe you're enjoying this little chase as much as I am.” Without another word, Loki strode confidently through the portal, a spark of determination lighting his every step. The thrill of the hunt coursed through his veins, but even more than that, he found himself savoring the thought of Mobius by his side, sharing in his triumph.

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“You keep up this pace, Mobius, and I might start to believe you're enjoying this little chase as much as I am.” Without another word, Loki strode confidently through the portal, a spark of determination lighting his every step. The thrill of the hunt coursed through his veins, but even more than that, he found himself savoring the thought of Mobius by his side, sharing in his triumph.

Mobius laughed at the fact that his praise stroked the gods' already massive ego. He followed eagerly, ready to go after Sylvie. Though as he thought about the moment they were going into, it gave him slight chills of both nervousness and excitement. Once through, he looked around. It made the man's heart race. He started to recall his earlier days when he would fight variants. He was trained, believe it or not, and he could fight…humans, not robots. However, he began to become excited at the thought of meeting the Avengers. Maybe he should focus, but the excitement was starting to bubble up to the surface and he smiled, his eyes now focused on Loki in front of him. The way the sun shined off him, it made his skin glow, his hair blew in the soft winds and carried his scent. Already Mobius had his breath taken by this god before him.

“So…where do we start?” he asked softly, keeping himself calm despite the nerves underneath. Loki stepped out into the Sokovian ruins with a fluid grace, his eyes scanning the broken landscape with a calculating stare. The ghost of destruction clung to the air, a memory of battles past.

“Where do we start?” Loki echoed, his voice low. The sunlight caught in his dark hair, and for a fleeting moment, his expression seemed more thoughtful. “We start by thinking like Sylvie. She'll want to avoid attention but stay close enough to monitor potential threats. Somewhere tucked away, but not unreachable. A vantage point.” He began walking forward, his strides purposeful and measured, as though he already had an inkling of where to go. “The locals will avoid the high-rise ruins. They're unstable, dangerous. Which makes them perfect for her. High ground always has its advantages.” Loki cast a sideways glance at Mobius, his smirk returning when he noticed the other man's eyes lingering on him. “Do try to keep up, Mobius.”

“Don't worry about that! I can keep up. Let's go!” He was ready. Mentally and physically as ready as he could be. He stepped closer to Loki, now standing behind the man close enough that Loki could almost feel his arm against his. He looked out at the place, recalling as much as he could from this, though this wasn't a timeline he had ever needed to visit or study. And for that, he felt unprepared. He gave a small nod, thinking about Loki's words carefully.

“So then. We go up?” Mobius questioned, then thought about it. “No, wait. If Sylvie knows we will come for her, wouldn't logic say hide differently than one would expect? Especially now that she knows I have you on my side, one would think she wouldn't follow her normal routine…unless you still believe she will?” he was thinking, looking around carefully. His guard was up and he was ready. Ready for what, he wasn't sure. But ready nonetheless. However, at present he didn't feel the same threat he had before. He didn't believe she was nearby, at least.

Loki paused, his gaze narrowing as Mobius' words settled into his mind. He tilted his head slightly, considering the observation with a mix of irritation and intrigue. It was annoying when Mobius made sense, but he'd never admit it outright. But the faintest smirk curved his lips, as if pleased by the agent's attempt at strategy.

“Ah, Mobius. You're beginning to think like a trickster. But you raise a fair point,” Loki mused. “Sylvie knows I'll anticipate her usual tactics. She might alter her methods to throw us off… but she's also prideful, and pride makes one predictable. That means she'll still want a position where she can see us coming.” He gestured for Mobius to follow, starting toward a precarious-looking staircase leading to the crumbling upper levels. “Stay close,” he said over his shoulder. “If we're lucky, we'll catch her off guard. If not... Well, I've always been fond of a little action.” Loki's steps were confident as he ascended, his senses on high alert. “And do try not to trip,” he added jokingly, “I'd hate to have to catch you.”

Mobius followed quickly yet carefully. He truly hoped they could catch the woman off guard. Though sneaking around always made him feel as if one wrong move could ruin literally everything! He followed quietly, keeping his eyes focused on every step. However he slowed a bit, moving closer to Loki as he felt that all too familiar sensation of being watched. Though he wasn't sure if it was Sylvie or another.  “We're being watched…” he whispered nearly silently so only Loki could hear, though eve. He could barely hear him. 

Meanwhile, Sylvie was far across the way, watching the two from another high vantage point. She wasn't stupid. She knew what she was doing and what she'd have to do to stay out of their grasp. Her arm was bandaged up the best she could do alone. She debated calling in an anonymous SOS and getting the Avengers to take Loki down for her. It would be fun to watch Loki lose to them again. Especially now that they're stronger. The desire started to grow and she began debating more and more with a sly, mischievous smile.

Loki slowed his pace as Mobius whispered. He turned slightly, his green eyes locking with Mobius'. There was a gleam of confidence, of strategy, as he leaned in just enough to keep their voices hushed. “Good observation,” he murmured back, his tone low and approving. “She's watching us. Probably trying to decide whether to make a move or keep her distance. Predictable but also dangerous.” He turned slightly to Mobius, lowering his voice further. “We can't give her the satisfaction of knowing we've noticed. If we hesitate or look for her, she'll vanish before we even catch her scent. No, let's make her believe we're oblivious.” Loki continued forward as if nothing had changed. “We should set a trap,” he paused, considering his next words, “The question is, how much of a risk are you willing to take?”

“Depending on the risk, I'm happy to take it and set a trap. Just tell me the plan.” Mobius kept up his pace, making it seem like he had slowed because he had gotten winded. He seemed to be a decent actor. He walked close to Loki, keeping a distance that seemed normal but close enough he could still hear Loki. “Just fill me in and we can decide after I know what's going on.”

Sylvie began to work on ways to reach the Avengers. Thinking heavily about the plan she had formulated. It seemed genius, and something she was sure Loki wouldn't see coming. Especially if Thor was involved.

“I'll draw her out, but it means I'll need to make myself a target. She won't strike if she thinks you're near, so you'll have to separate—make it look convincing. Hide, but keep your Tempad ready. The moment she gets close enough to me, you portal us out of here. Agreed?” Loki waited for Mobius' answer, his lips twitching into a faint smile as he added, “And don't worry—I have no intention of letting her stab me again. Unless, of course, it's necessary.”

“Where am I opening a portal to?” Mobius asked, ready to accept Loki's terms and desires. He was prepared fully. He wanted to make sure that he had everything set in stone before they separated. This however left him on edge. He felt as if something would go wrong. As if this wasn't going to go to plan…most things didn't when dealing with Sylvie…and she had evaded them for this long. His mind raced with all the thoughts of things that could go right and things that could go wrong. He felt it in his bones this time. Something wasn't going to go well. There was something that seemed off. The air felt thick, and his chest throbbed slightly, but he kept the building to himself for the moment.

Sylvie called in the Avengers, telling them her location, telling them Loki was there with some guy and he was planning to cause more trouble. And she was scared. That Loki had attacked her and left her bloody. That she was hiding and needed help. A grin on her face as the Avengers replied and agreed to come help.

“Open the portal to a neutral location,” he instructed calmly, “Somewhere quiet, far from prying eyes—preferably not on this wretched timeline. The TVA interrogation chambers, perhaps? Familiar ground will give us the upper hand if she's foolish enough to follow.” Loki took another step forward, feigning carelessness as his eyes darted around, searching for any telltale signs of Sylvie's presence. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, a silent confirmation that Mobius' instincts had been correct. Someone was watching them. “We don't have time to second-guess. Position yourself near the south tower ruins, stay hidden. Watch for her movements. And remember, you don't have to fight her. Just be ready.”

“Right!” Mobius nodded and began to head to his position. He wasn't going to fail Loki this time. He couldn't afford to! Not after all the failures he had made the man suffer up to this point. He was in the middle of heading that way when suddenly the air seemed charged with electricity and thunder roared in the distance. Mobius stopped, looking out a nearby window before a loud crash into the ground below was heard. Thor had landed, not as hard as the echo of the cracking ground made it seem. Electricity charged the surrounding air as he scanned the area.

“LOKI!!!” Thor shouted the god's name. His voice echoed loudly as it bounced off the buildings. Mobius stared in disbelief as he glanced back at Loki. There was no way in hell that they could take on Thor and Sylvie at the same damned time…

Loki froze for a moment, his eyes narrowing as the unmistakable roar of thunder shook the very air around them. The ground trembled slightly beneath his feet as the familiar sound of his brother's voice echoed. Thor. The sudden interruption was far from what Loki had anticipated. His mind raced, quickly adjusting to the new development. He had underestimated Sylvie, that much was clear. The fact that she'd resorted to calling in the Avengers, specifically Thor, revealed a certain level of desperation Loki didn't expect. She was more unpredictable than he'd given her credit for.

“Dammit,” Loki muttered under his breath, irritation flaring. The audacity of Sylvie to play this card when they had been so careful in planning their next move. She was proving just how reckless she could be, which, in turn, made him furious. Turning sharply, Loki glared in the direction of the window, his gaze narrowing at the figure of his brother standing imposingly outside. Thor. Always Thor.

“Of course she would resort to this…” Loki hissed. “We'll have to improvise, and swiftly. Thor isn't the type to sit and have tea with me, and I don't particularly want to deal with his thunderous theatrics right now.” He'd known Sylvie was a wildcard, but this? This was a bridge Loki had hoped would never be crossed. Mobius nodded, looking at Loki with slight worry in his blue eyes.

“What should we do now? I've never met a Thor in person...and honestly from the feeling in the air I don't wish to...seems he's either angry or really happy...and I'm betting it's the first one.” Mobius spoke, peeking out the window at the completely wrong time. As he looked out he and Thor met eyes, and both stared at each other, blue eyes locked together in a silent battle, one Mobius couldn't look away from. Thor stared at Mobius, his golden hair blowing beautifully in the soft breeze as he stood there, gripping his hammer that hummed with power. He wondered if Mobius was a citizen, an innocent explorer...or if this was one of Loki's many lackeys...for now he didn't make a move. Just stood there, locked in a silent exchange with the older gentleman.

“L-Loki...I don't like this...” Mobius whispered as he stared. Moving back and away from the window.

Sylvie smirked victoriously as she watched from her hiding spot. This was the kind of chaos she lived for. And she knew it would be the last thing Loki would ever think she'd do.

Loki watched as Mobius pulled back from the window, his usual calm demeanor cracking. He caught the worry in Mobius' eyes and felt an unexpected pang of guilt. Of all the chaos Sylvie could have unleashed, bringing Thor into the equation was a masterstroke. Sylvie's games were reaching their crescendo, and Thor's arrival meant their already slim margin for error was gone. 

“Don't look at him again,” Loki said abruptly, his voice low as he pulled Mobius further from the window. “We'll need to be clever about this,” he muttered. “Thor's an idiot, but he's an idiot with lightning and a temper. If we fight him, we risk drawing out the rest of the Avengers and that will make finding Sylvie impossible.”

Fighting Thor wasn't ideal; the last thing Loki wanted was to drag Mobius into an outright brawl with another god. But neither could they simply flee...the moment they turned their backs, Sylvie would disappear again, laughing all the way. He looked back to Mobius, who still looked unnerved. The sight stirred something protective in Loki, though he pushed the feeling aside.

“We need to play this smart,” Loki said, his voice firmer now. “Sylvie must be watching, but that's her mistake. She thinks she's holding all the cards, but she's underestimated us .”

Mobius nodded and let Loki pull him away from the window. However, that was a mistake. Thor saw that he seemed to be pulled away and moved swiftly to where Mobius was. Mobius, however, had no idea, given that he seemed to follow Loki's commands obediently.

“Okay...so then what's our new plan? How do we hope to get to Sylvie now—” Mobius was silenced, or rather overpowered by the sudden sound of a deeper tone filling the halls.

“Loki...Explain yourself, brother. What are you up to now?” Thor was attempting to give Loki a chance to talk. He always seemed to have a secret soft spot for Loki. Always attempted to talk first, though that always ended up leading him into fights with Loki. Which usually ended with Loki stabbing him or running away or faking his own damned death. “And who is this man with you? Are you controlling him...and...what's this about you attacking a civilian again?” He sighed, sounding done with this talk already, pinching the bridge of his nose. In truth, he came alone, he wanted to face Loki without interference first. But he knew the Avengers would have his back and be there in minutes if he needed them.

Loki groaned inwardly, his expression darkening as Thor's booming voice echoed through the corridor. He didn't even need to turn around to feel his brother's presence. It was like an inevitable storm cloud that always managed to find him, no matter how far he strayed. Spinning on his heel, Loki faced Thor, arms crossing over his chest.

“Oh, wonderful. The thunderous oaf himself has arrived. Tell me, do you make it a habit to barge into situations you don't understand, or is this a special occasion?” He ignored Mobius' wide-eyed glance, stepping forward to place himself between Thor and his companion. The last thing he needed was Mobius becoming collateral in one of their infamous sibling spats.

“Firstly,” Loki began, raising a hand as if addressing an unruly child, “this man is not under my control. He's here of his own free will, which I know must come as a shock to you, considering you think everyone around me is either a pawn or a victim.” Loki's tone turned cutting, his irritation bleeding through. “Secondly, the so-called 'civilian'—Sylvie, to be precise—is playing you. Let me guess, she called you in tears spinning some melodramatic tale of my villainy? Thor, do you ever stop to think before acting, or is your skull still as thick as Mjölnir?”

Thor watched how it seemed Loki placed himself between him and Mobius. To him it seemed as if Loki was protecting the man...yet that seemed so...un-Loki like. He stared at Loki, then at the man behind him the best he could.

“Here...with you...of his own free will…” His tone was questioning, almost seeming to test how the sentence rolled off his tongue in slight shock. “Okay...okay...let's say I believe you, which is possibly unlikely...why are you here? And why would this Sylvie make a fool out of the Avengers? Who is she? Why would she need to lie?” He questioned. For now, he seemed calm. Maybe being on Midgard for as long as he had been was helping with his anger issues?

Mobius peeked around Loki, gaining Thor's attention. To him, Mobius seemed like a scared child. And the last thing Thor wanted was to drag another person into their family issues. For now he placed the hammer in its clasp as his side, staring at Loki, his eyes seeming to say 'Test my patience and you'll regret it!' Mobius finally released the breath he had been holding. Thor didn't seem too bad to him, to be honest. Maybe he was truly just worried for Loki?

Loki rolled his eyes at Thor's questioning, his brother's skepticism as predictable as the sunrise. “Yes, Thor, of his own free will. Appalling, I know. Not everyone I associate with needs to be coerced or enchanted, though your limited imagination would have you think otherwise.” He gestured vaguely toward Mobius, who still seemed to be debating whether he should be breathing. “As for why we're here, I'm tracking Sylvie, who—brace yourself—is my variant. And she's not just making a fool out of the Avengers, she's making fools out of all of us. She's playing her own game, and trust me, brother, you've walked straight into it.” Before Loki could elaborate further, the roof above them gave way with a deafening crash. A figure in red and gold descended in a blaze of bluish light, landing with an audible, metallic thud.

“Am I interrupting a family reunion, or is this an open mic for Asgardian drama?” Tony Stark's voice rang out with sarcasm. It was Loki's turn to pinch the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'I hate this planet.'

Mobius' eyes lit up at the sight of Tony. He had never met the Avengers before, and now there were two of them here. This was the best freaking moment of his life...well, second best...the first was having a shirtless Loki close to him… He looked at Tony, examining the armor before taking a breath. At least someone was around that wasn't all anger issues and fighting. Thor looked at Tony, a small smile on his face as he understood the joke made.

“Tony. Loki says we were fooled by a woman named Sylvie who's a...variant of him. That she's playing some kind of game with us all. And we walked into it. Oh, and that old man behind my brother is supposedly here of his own free will. Not being controlled like Clint was once…” Thor explained everything the best he could. Or rather, the best way he understood it.

Mobius was completely excited, and the elation rolled off him like magic did Loki. It could be easily seen in the way his eyes shined, and felt by Loki with how close they were. Even in the dangerous situation they were in, this man was so excited it was almost contagious. He wanted to speak, to try and talk to Tony and Thor. Maybe they'd listen to him. But then he decided against it. He recalled all the times he thought he was helping before and refused to hinder Loki again, so he stayed silent as the excitement bubbled inside him.

Sylvie watched from her spot, a mischievous grin on her face as she waited for the fight she was totally sure would occur. After all, there's absolutely no way Tony and Thor wouldn't attack Loki, right?

Loki let out a long, slow sigh, his patience wearing thin as the sheer absurdity of the moment sank in. Thor, Tony, Mobius, all of them, standing around with varying levels of confusion, anticipation, and suspicion, while Sylvie was undoubtedly savoring the chaos she'd sown. Loki turned to face the group, his expression sharp, voice clipped.

“Let me make this abundantly clear before we devolve into one of those agonizing misunderstandings that end in explosions or people flying through walls,” he glared at Thor and Tony in turn. “There is a common enemy here, and it is not me.” He stepped forward, gesturing with one hand. “Sylvie is out there, watching, waiting for us to do exactly what she expects: tear each other apart. She's counting on your bruised egos and general lack of subtlety to do her dirty work.”

Tony scoffed, leaning slightly forward as if sizing Loki up. “Uh-huh. And I'm supposed to believe you're the good guy this time, huh? I mean, no offense, but, Loki? 'Good guy' isn't exactly in your skill set,” he looked at Mobius. “And you—what's your deal? You a fanboy, or do you actually know what you're doing here?”

Mobius jumped a bit as Tony addressed him. He wasn't expecting that, though he wasn't expecting any of this. He finally spoke, his voice that calm and confident tone he used with Loki the first time they had met.

“Both are equally true, Mr. Stark. My name is Mobius. And yes, I'm a slight fan of the Avengers, though I've never met you guys, and a big fan of Loki's. I assure you I know exactly what I'm doing here. And what I hope to accomplish.” He smiled. A smile that showed his confidence, that showed the truth in his words. He seemed to have a smooth-talking side to him after all. “Loki is right, however. We don't have much time. If Sylvie escapes again she could hurt and kill more of my friends. She's already decided to take a blade to me as well. She's dangerous and manipulative and likes to kill and hurt people. Chances are she's nearby somewhere watching us and waiting for us to fight. If you use your suit to scan the area, I'm sure you'll find her with ease.” Mobius explained what he could in such a short timespan. He had to try and make them understand as quickly as possible.

Thor looked at Mobius, then Loki. He started to believe the situation they spoke of more and more. Mobius didn't seem to be in a trance...he also didn't seem to be lying...though Thor was pretty bad at telling when people were lying. though one would think he would have learned by now after being raised with Loki.

“Okay...well...hm...I'm starting to think we're not the ones with a bruised ego here. I think that's you, brother. If the bandages on your arm have anything to say about your current state.” He smirked a bit, as if he thought he hit the nail on the head here. Though he also noticed the bandages on Mobius, peeking from the collar of his shirt. He glanced at Tony, as if asking if he could see anyone else nearby.

Loki's eyes went briefly to Thor, catching the smirk on his brother's face. He could feel the sting from the comment, but it was hardly the time for a squabble. He resisted the urge to snap back with something scathing. Instead, Loki turned to Tony, his voice cool but urging. 

“Well, Stark? Are you going to stand there and make witty comments, or will you actually use that suit of yours for something useful? Scan the area with that state-of-the-art suit. Sylvie is nearby. You don't want to waste any more time, do you?”

“JARVIS, you catch all that? Track for anomalies matching the description of this Sylvie. Focus on any locations that pinged during the recent distress call.” JARVIS responded in his calm, robotic tone. 

“Scanning now, sir.” Tony crossed his arms, his smirk widening as he turned back to Loki.

“Alright, fine, Reindeer Games. I'll bite.”

Mobius nearly squealed in excitement. Though quickly scolded himself, shouting at himself in his mind that this was far from the time to be fanboying! He watched, and waited, his heart starting to race as he watched the scene unfold before them. However, it was then he noticed the swirl of green magic creeping up behind Thor and Tony. He knew it wasn't Loki's, but it was meant to be taken as if it was. He looked at Loki to ensure it wasn't actually his and realized that it truly wasn't. He stepped forward, his voice firm and loud, but not loud enough Sylvie would be able to hear.

“Watch out you two!” Thor looked behind himself, dodging the magical attack with ease as he grabbed Tony out of the way. At first he glared at Loki, yet something seemed different about this magic. Sure, it's color was the same as Loki's. But the feeling seemed different. The magic hadn't even touched him and yet he could still feel that it was different from his brother's, it felt more angry, more guided by hatred.

“I am starting to believe Loki more and more...that wasn't his magic...it felt different. More vengeful and well...evil. I mean sure, my brother's magic is strong, but he has far better control over his magic and the feelings that come across that power when he uses it...this magic felt weaker, less focused…” To the surprise of possibly everyone, it seemed Thor knew much more about Loki than any gave him credit for. Hell, his statements could have been called a compliment to Loki and his abilities.

Loki's eyes narrowed as he felt the unmistakable surge of magic behind him, his senses flaring to life. When Mobius shouted, he instinctively stepped forward, his body positioning itself in front of him, just in time to see Thor dodge the blast.

“Good eye,” Loki muttered, the edge of annoyance in his voice, but also the briefest hint of appreciation for Mobius' timing. His focus quickly shifted to the source of the magic. He could feel it as clearly as he felt his own power. “That... is definitely not mine.”

Thor's words caught him off guard, but he couldn't suppress the glint of pride that flashed through him, despite the circumstances. The fact that his brother recognized the difference in their magic was not lost on Loki. For a moment, it was almost like he had found common ground with the thunder god.

“It's her, no doubt. The question is… where?” His fingers twitched, ready to conjure a spell of his own in retort. He wanted to be sure, he didn't want to waste his magic on an illusion. Tony's voice cut through the tension, his usual wit never far away.

“Alright, I get it. How about we stop the family therapy session and actually catch the psycho who's been throwing around green fireworks?” He scanned the area again, his suit's tech whirring softly as he adjusted his stance. “I'll keep my eyes peeled, but if Sylvie's got a magic trick up her sleeve, you'd better be ready to counter it, Loki.”

Mobius smiled at the slight praise from Loki. A confidence appeared in him anew as he looked around. He could still feel her eyes on him, which meant she had to be close enough to see him. She was either inside the building or...Mobius stepped back a bit while the others focused on the dangers Sylvie posed. She was after him, yes...and Loki had intended to use himself as bait, which was a good plan. But when things went wrong, plans needed to be adjusted. And he didn't fear as much as he did before. Instead, he grew rather confident and brave in the situation with so many strong people around him, it was easy for him to feel just as strong. 

Mobius turned to look behind them, turning back to face them as he and Thor made eye contact. A silent understanding as Mobius began to back away. He would follow Loki's original plan, but with some differences. He took another step back before quietly sneaking away, making a show of being sneaky. He placed his Tempad down on the window sill, in view if Loki turned around. He already had the device set and ready to be activated, he was prepared and unafraid. Thor watched for seconds as Mobius snuck away. He wondered if this was part of a plan to catch the woman. Maybe one he and Loki came up with. He pretended not to notice the man sneaking off, he was sure that he could protect the man if needed...though faced against another version of his brother and his magic left him feeling uneasy.

Thor watched as Mobius drifted from view, looking around as another wave of magic came, and Thor got ready to deflect it. The magic was strong, grabbing onto his wrist and turning into a green magical chain. Suddenly he laughed, a loud thunderous sound as he looked at the chain.

“What kind of child's play is this?” He questioned, sending his electricity through the chain and shattering it in an instant. He then looked at Loki. “This other version of you knows nothing about me, do they? Otherwise, they'd know I learned how to combat these chains back when we were children!” His tone was full of amusement as he looked around, knowing that he had to stay on guard, but was still chuckling under his breath at the attempt.

Loki watched as Thor easily shattered the magical chains with a confidence that seemed both impressive and irritating. He couldn't help but smirk, though it was clear there was a hint of annoyance under the surface.

“Ever the showoff,” Loki muttered under his breath. His attention snapped to Mobius as he quietly moved away, his heart rate quickening just a touch. He was sure Mobius had a plan, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. The situation was getting more precarious by the second. 

“She's in the nearby passageway,” Tony said, having scanned the area with his suit's systems. Loki quickly conjured a gleaming dagger from thin air, its hilt wrapped in intricate designs of silver and emerald, and held it out to Mobius. In his other hand, he materialized a long staff, similar to Gungnir, for himself, a weapon that could switch between offense and defense as needed, with the glow of his magic still pulsing along its length.

“Stay close,” Loki murmured. Mobius took the blade, looking at the weapon in his hand before he smiled a little bit.  He began to walk away, fully prepared now. He even had a weapon, though he had no faith in the proper way to use it. After Tony pointed out where she was, Mobius moved closer to Loki, gripping the dagger in his hand as he looked up at the god.

“Ready when you are.” He spoke quietly, his heart starting to race. Thor moved forward, moving in front of Loki and Mobius as he began to walk forward. His long powerful strides got him ahead of them quickly. He was either annoyed that someone would use the Avengers or annoyed that he was being played with. It was both and the added fact that this woman was framing his brother. Loki didn't need help being a bad guy, he did that just fine on his own. Thor's cape flowed beautifully behind him as he walked, the red standing out against the dullness of the surrounding walls. Thor was ready. He would face this other 'Loki' alone if need be. He knew better than anyone else how to handle Loki so he figured a variant wouldn't be too much different. Thor reached Sylvie first. Staring at the very small woman compared to him. They glared at each other, and Thor knew immediately that she was nothing like his brother yet just like him. 

She struck first, lunging at him with the speed of a cheetah. Yet Thor had fought faster, and with a more speed than she expected he disappeared and reappeared, throwing his hammer at her. The hammer hit her chest, sending her backwards and gasping for breath as he called the weapon back. Sylvie had never before been hit by a Thor's hammer. It hurt, it left her body feeling slightly stunned. Her chest burned as she gasped for breath, sitting up and trembling as she blinked to clear the blur from her vision. This was a grave mistake on her part...

“W-Wait...Why...?” She tried to play victim, her voice trembling, however, wasn't an act. She was truly hurt. Thor was much stronger than she had ever thought possible. Thor glared at her, static dancing off his hammer and starting to flit across his body as he prepared for another strike. Loki's eyes narrowed as he watched Sylvie struggle to regain her breath, still recovering from Thor's strike. She was a master manipulator, but even she wasn't immune to the overwhelming force of Thor's hammer.

“Ah, Sylvie,” Loki called out. When Sylvie gasped, her words dripping with false innocence, Loki took a step forward. “Do not think for one second, Sylvie, that this charade will save you.” He sneered, “If you concede now, you needn't suffer further. Come along with us to the TVA now and spare us the bloodshed.”

“Keep it together, guys,” Tony muttered, trying to keep the situation under control. He glanced down at Mobius, who was standing a bit too close to the fray, and made a mental note to make sure the man stayed out of harm's way. He seemed innocent enough to Tony. And he wasn't about to let another Loki-related mess get too out of hand.

Sylvie glared at Loki. “Silence, you rat! You can't—” She shut up when Thor pointed his hammer towards her.

“Watch how you speak to my brother, witch!” Thor warned.  Mobius smiled, looking at the Avengers, at Loki then at Sylvie. To him, this was amazing. So much power in one place. So much...then he felt it, he knew just how quickly Loki could cast a projection, he imagined Sylvie was just as quick. He could feel eyes on them from another point in the room. He tensed, glancing around cautiously as he gripped the dagger tighter, his knuckles turning white as he shot Loki a glance. They seemed focused on her copy. This was her plan, but where would it lead...what did she have in mind? 

Sylvie just needed a few more moments to prepare. Her plan was nearly in action. She would get rid of these men, separate them for quite some time and cause chaos in a different way that would lead to her freedom for another moment or more. She just needed a little more time, she was nearly ready. She had the most perfect plan in mind, well, perfect to her at least. 

Loki's gaze remained fixed on Sylvie, his eyes narrowing with distaste as she glared back at him. Her words were venomous, but he didn't rise to the bait. It was easy to get under her skin, but Loki knew that rushing forward recklessly would play into her hands. Loki glanced at his ally briefly, offering him a silent nod of acknowledgment before shifting his focus back to Sylvie.

“Careful, sister ,” Loki spoke coldly, his voice carrying a dangerous calm. “You may want to reconsider whatever scheme you're brewing up. Thor's patience only stretches so far, and as for me… well, my patience with you has already run out.” The energy in the air felt charged with an impending storm of magic and power. Loki could sense it, she was preparing something. The trick was figuring out what , and whether or not she would reveal it before they could act. Loki's fingers twitched, ready to summon his magic if necessary. Whatever Sylvie had planned, Loki was not about to let her tear apart everything they had worked for, especially not now. 

“He's right, you know. I have little patience. Especially when it comes to tricks…” Thor warned, feeling the rise in magic. He could feel something was going to happen, and before long it began, with Tony. Sylvie had opened a door behind Tony using her Tempad, sending a shockwave of magic to throw him through the door and closing it instantly. Yet the Sylvie they stared at was still in the same position and silent, a shit eating grin on her face. Mobius gasped, now realizing her plan.

“She's going to split us up into different timelines! If she succeeds and we can't get to everyone in time the TVA will find and do away with them!” Mobius was panicking now, he couldn't let this happen, he knew that this was going to be left up to him if they got separated, and he was far from prepared.

Thor didn't break eye contact with Sylvie. He seemed to be seeing beyond her, seeing something none of the others did, or maybe they did and just didn't realize? Thor was sharper than most gave him credit for. He knew his hammer struck her once at least, and knew she was in pain. He was listening intently to the sounds around him. His time on Midgard gave him enough sense to have learned a hint of strategy and calmness. Just a hint though.

“Enough of this,” Loki spat, his voice irritated. “You think you can hide behind illusions and tricks like a child?” He sneered, stepping forward, his posture straightening with the undeniable air of challenge. He drew his own magic to him, his eyes blazing with fierce resolve. “Let's settle this, once and for all. A duel, just you and me, no more distractions, no more running. You want to play at being a god? Fine. But you'll have to face me directly.” The green tendrils of his magic swirled around him, his own power crackling as he summoned the raw energy from the core of his being. “One on one. No more tricks. No more running. I will end this, and you will see just how much you underestimated me.” If she was truly a reflection of him, she'd know exactly what kind of fire she was about to face. And if not, he'd show her.

Sylvie knew, she knew very well. And she'd not risk facing him. Instead she had another idea. She opened a door beneath Loki, making him fall through it just as Thor turned swiftly and grabbed his hand, jerking him a bit roughly out of the door and against him. It was as if he knew that would happen.

“Didn't mean to be so rough...but wasn't sure what would happen if that door closed before I pulled you up.” Thor had grown much stronger over the time he and Loki were apart. It was clear he was no longer the hot headed, temperamental brute he used to be. Mobius looked at the two. Watching as Loki was drawn against Thor. He felt as if this was a bad idea, and it was. Sylvie opened a door, using her magic to thrust them back into the door hard enough to knock them off their feet and into another timeline like she had Tony. Now, finally, it was just her and Mobius. Finally, she could get rid of the little man pretending to play hero. 

Sylvie dashed forward from somewhere behind something and was ready to strike. Mobius didn't hesitate, he stepped aside, dodging her attack and jerking forward with the arm that held his dagger, plunging it into her side and tugging down. She let out a scream and tumbled. Glaring back at him as blood poured across her shirt, quickly coloring her outfit a dark shade of red. She got up, lunging at him again when he grabbed her wrist, slamming her to the ground and holding her wrist tightly. He wrestled her Tempad from her, quickly opening a door to the TVA integration room and dropping her inside before she could attack again.

He quickly searched the device, heading to grab Tony first as he was gone the longest and he had to prioritize him first. He was confident Thor and Loki could handle themselves wherever they were. Mobius opened the door and rushed through, searching for the man as he looked around. It seemed they were in the time when Loki attacked New York. Loki's original timeline. He sighed as a creature zipped past him, causing him to fall backwards before it slashed him.

***

Meanwhile, Thor and Loki were thrown into just before Ragnarök on Asgard. Something that technically neither had gone through yet. Thor looked around, his mind racing as he still held Loki's wrist. What was going on? Why did everything seem so...off? This was before the ship arrived with Thor, before Hela had to fight Thor. At the moment, the original Thor and Loki were still on that trash planet, so they wouldn't have to fight themselves just yet.

“We're back in Asgard, brother?” Thor asked, searching for answers against things he didn't understand. 

Loki yanked his wrist free of Thor's grip with an exasperated huff, brushing himself off as if the indignity of being manhandled was somehow the greatest injustice he'd faced today. His emerald gaze swept over their surroundings, piecing together their location. Asgard.

“Oh, fantastic,” Loki drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he threw his hands in the air. “Of all the places,” he hissed, pacing in a tight circle before turning on Thor, “of all the times, we get thrown back to this! While Mobius and Stark are who-knows-where, and Sylvie is running amok!” Loki paused, rubbing his temples as though willing away a headache. He stopped, inhaled, and straightened his posture, smoothing his hair back with a sigh. 

“Right. Fine. Let's figure this out before we inevitably find a way to make it worse. Again.”

Thor looked at Loki, a small chuckle escaping as Loki pulled away from him. “It's good to see you too, brother…” Thor sighed. “Since we're here and alone now, why not tell me more about what's going on? How are you out of prison? What were you doing with that man? And who is the woman you called sister...?” He had so many questions, and was trying to demand they be answered now. Yet he also knew now wasn't the time. He could tell how Loki acted. He would follow his brother's lead for now. Clearly, he knew something he didn't and Thor needed answers. And so far, Loki hadn't lied about whatever was going on so he believed him for the time being, maybe even trusted him a bit.

“Above all else...are you alright Loki?” He asked, his tone softening to that of actual concern and care. Something unusual to hear from Thor.

Loki sighed as well, rolling his eyes as he brushed imaginary dust off his sleeves. “Thor, must we always engage in an interrogation every time we're left alone? I'm fine, or as fine as one can be when tossed through timelines like a piece of rubbish.” His voice softened slightly, though he kept his back to Thor. “As for the rest, I escaped, naturally. I always do. And the man—Mobius—is a TVA agent. They're an organization that polices time, apparently. The woman? Sylvie. A variant of me, as odd as that sounds...And you, Thor? Are you alright? This... this isn't exactly what I'd hoped for when I imagined us meeting again.”

Thor's head swam with all the new information. He barely understood any of it, though he tried. Truly, he tried. He was a bit shocked when Loki asked about his well being.

“I'm fine. Just…confused…maybe a bit overwhelmed? This is all new and confusing and irritating. That woman…she's no good is she? Did she hurt you and your new friend?” Thor asked. His tone softened further. This was nice. Conversations like this with his brother always made him smile. And always left him hopeful that maybe they could be close again, but he didn't hope too much. For every time he did, it always ended in a knife being thrust into him by Loki. 

 Loki let out a short laugh, though it was devoid of malice. “Oh, Thor, how endearing. You're overwhelmed? Imagine how I feel, having to deal with Sylvie's incessant schemes and her attempts to ruin everything.” He paused, his smirk fading as he turned to look at Thor properly. “Sylvie hasn't managed to kill me yet, though she's come dangerously close. As for Mobius—he's resilient, if a bit out of his depth. She's a threat, yes, but she's also…complicated.” Loki paused, as he considered his words. “She's not purely evil, if that's what you're asking. She has her reasons, as misguided as they are. That doesn't excuse her actions, of course, but it makes them…understandable.”

Thor gave a nod. Listening intently to Loki and understanding the tone his brother took. “Okay, okay. I think I get it now…” He sighed. Shaking his head as he turned his back to Loki and looked around. “So why is this time point bad? What happens? Or is happening?” he asked, moving some stray strands of hair from his face as he took a breath.

“I don't know, but it must be a delicate moment, brother. If we interact too much or make the wrong moves, we risk pulling the thread that holds this timeline together. What happens next... Well, I don't need to remind you how fragile things are. One wrong move, and the entire course of history shifts. Your kingdom, our family, the universe itself. It could all collapse into chaos.” Loki explained, hoping Mobius would come to their rescue soon enough so as not to run into anyone on Asgard. 

Thor gave a nod, and looked at Loki. He felt as if this was far above all he knew before. All of this just left him with more questions than answers. It honestly gave him a horrible headache. “Okay, fine…so then…where do we go? If we stand here looking like two idiots on the rainbow bridge we're bound to get seen, no?” Thor was on guard, hand on his hammer as if he was ready to fight. “Asgard is too quiet…things seem very ominous here, brother…” he looked back at Loki. “By the way…one last question. You look different than the brother I know. Last I saw you was in your cell. Are you from a different timeline than me too?” he asked as he looked back at him, studying Loki carefully.

“Oh, yes, because clearly a change of wardrobe is all it takes to transform me into someone else entirely,” Loki said with a dramatic roll of his eyes. His voice dripped with sarcasm, though the underlying tension in his posture betrayed his wariness. He gestured at Thor's armor and red cape with a flourish. 

“Unlike you, who seems to believe that subtlety is best achieved by looking like a thunderstorm incarnate.” Loki sighed, letting his arms drop to his sides, his tone softening slightly. “Look, Thor, I'm still your brother—your brilliant, ever-scheming, occasionally misunderstood brother. I've been through... things. Things you might not understand. Let's just say I've had to adjust my style to match my circumstances.”

Thor nodded. Looking down at his clothing. “You're one to talk about clothing. You always dress like a witch! Even now you're wearing black, but you're far more exposed skin wise than you normally are…though the shirt does look nice on you.” he smiled warmly as he complimented Loki. It seemed Thor was fully enjoying this conversation with his brother. Enjoying the fact that he could talk so casually with him and it now seemed so strange.

“I can tell you've been through a lot. You have a different aura about you. Especially when you're near the agent…is he…does he mean something more to you, brother?” Thor didn't know exactly how to put it into proper words. But he was attempting to ask if there's something intimate between Loki and Mobius.

Loki tugged slightly on the hem of his shirt as they walked. “Exposed? I could parade about in full regalia, and you'd still find a way to bring it up.” He gave an exaggerated huff, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “But thank you... I suppose. But, Mobius…” Loki began, as though testing the name on his tongue. He hesitated, but only briefly. “He's different, I'll give him that. Annoyingly persistent, unfailingly calm, and with a maddening penchant for meddling in things that ought to be left alone.” Loki's smirk returned, though it was softer now, his voice lowering slightly. “But he sees me, Thor. Not as a villain, or a monster, or a shadow of you. Just me. It's... unsettling. And infuriating. Not that it matters, of course. We have far more pressing issues than dissecting my interpersonal connections. Let's focus on escaping this awful timeline before something else goes awry, shall we?”

Thor grinned ear to ear like a damned Cheshire Cat. “I see. Well, I'll have to welcome this Mobius to the family then, huh, brother? Seems he'd fit right in?” he clapped his hand down hard against the back on Loki's shoulder. It was something that he normally did, a stinging sensation of a slap that was very typical for the brother that barely contained his strength. Though, yes he had learned, he didn't care to control it as much with Loki. To him, Loki was far from some delicate little mortal who needed to be saved or babied. He knew he didn't have to hold back with Loki and could he himself.

“I'm happy for you. I hope things go very well for you brother. Hells, maybe you'll bring him to formally meet me someday?” Thor asked, raising a golden eyebrow with the dumbest smile. As if they were talking about something totally different now rather than just a typical friendship between him and Mobius.

Loki exhaled sharply as Thor's heavy hand smacked his shoulder, the sting pulling an irritated scowl across his face. He straightened his shoulders, brushing off Thor's touch with an exaggerated batting hand, though his brother's words brought the faintest trace of a smirk to his lips.

“Yes, yes, we'll plan a grand feast for your approval of Mobius,” Loki muttered, rolling his eyes, a slight flush on his cheeks. “But if you ruin it with one of your ham-fisted attempts at bonding, I'll personally banish you from the affair.”

***

Tony groaned, picking himself up from the cracked asphalt of New York City's streets. His head throbbed, and his HUD was flickering slightly from the impact of Sylvie's magic. The familiar chaos of the Battle of New York surrounded him, Chitauri flying overhead, explosions in the distance, and panicked civilians screaming as they fled.

“Great,” he muttered, adjusting his suit's systems to recalibrate. “Time travel roulette, and I hit the jackpot with my own greatest hits album.”

He scanned the area with his sensors, pinpointing a Chitauri Leviathan heading straight toward him. With a grunt, he fired up his repulsors, rocketing into the air and weaving through the destruction. “JARVIS, tell me I'm not the only one who finds this painfully ironic.”

The AI's voice crackled to life. “Sir, this timeline is an exact replica of the events you lived through. However, you are notably displaced from the original events.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Tony quipped, blasting a Chitauri soldier out of the sky. “How about we focus on finding a way out of here before things get even messier?” Just then, he spotted a shimmering distortion—a portal Mobius must have opened—appearing down the street. Tony dove toward it, dodging laser fire and a building collapsing in his path. As he neared the portal, a massive Chitauri slammed into him, sending him careening into a parked car. The impact dented the vehicle and left him momentarily dazed.

“Okay,” he grunted, shoving the alien off him with a repulsor blast. “Definitely not my favorite timeline.”

Mobius saw Tony and ran after him, stopping when he saw Loki on the flying whatever it was that the Chitauri used.  He stared for a few seconds, shaking his head quickly as he ran towards where Tony was.

“Tony?” Mobius called out the man's name, rushing to the man's side as he breathed heavily. He was exhausted. His mind raced so fast he could barely think straight. “Come on, we need to hurry out of here!” He held his hand out to Tony, ready to hit the button of the Tempad in his hand to take Tony back to his timeline before it got worse. He just hoped things went smoothly this time. Tony looked up, spotting Mobius rushing toward him. The sight of someone not trying to blast or crush him was a small relief. He groaned as he straightened up, the armor's servos whining slightly under the strain.

“Mobius!” Tony called, stumbling a little before steadying himself. “You're a sight for sore...everything. Tell me you've got a way out of this madhouse.” He glanced at the Tempad in Mobius' hand, a flicker of hope crossing his face. But that hope was quickly tempered by the chaos unfolding around them.

Mobius quickly dodged, barely missing one of the attacks as he took a heavy breath. “For the love of the damned gods, let's get out of here!!” Mobius shouted as he quickly opened the door. “Go, Tony!! Go! I'll be right behind you!” His voice was commanding. He was tired. And he had finally nabbed Sylvie. He was proud of himself. He was also sure Loki would be proud of him too. And he wanted to know if Loki and Thor were okay.

Tony didn't need to be told twice. He activated his suit's boosters, blasting toward the glowing door Mobius had opened. “You better not be lying about being right behind me, agent!” he called over his shoulder, dodging another swiping claw from a Chitauri beast. “Mobius, I swear, if you don't follow, I'm coming back in there and dragging you out myself.” With one last pulse blast to clear the area, Tony dashed through the door, his voice echoing faintly, “And tell your buddy Loki to stop screwing with the timeline already!” His helmet snapped shut, and the HUD marked the shimmering portal as his escape route. He dove through, landing hard on the polished floors of the TVA. For a moment, he lay flat, breathing heavily and staring at the dull ceiling.

Mobius waited until Tony was safe and secure through the door before taking a moment to catch his breath. He checked around to ensure it was safe and made a mad dash for the door. His hair was a mess, his mind racing and his breathing fast. He had barely thought much about what was going on and how to fully fix all of this mess. He dodged a few enemies, sliced at one who tried to grab him and just took off towards the door, glad this seemed to be going well, at least.

Sylvie quickly sat up. Her body throbbed in pain, every nerve screaming at her as blood continued to pour from her wound. That dagger was far sharper than she thought, and the pain made her dizzy as she hid. She began to focus on healing herself with magic, or trying to at least, not realizing until now that magic didn't work in the TVA. She closed her eyes, leaning against a wall as she winced.

“That bastard…” She hissed with fury as she held her hand tightly over her wound, removing her cloak and tying it around herself to slow the bleeding.

Sylvie nearly jumped out of her skin as Tony came through a door. She wanted to get up, to run through the open door but she had little strength due to loss of blood. She was curled up in a corner, green cloak tied around her injury like a bandage as she tried to stay out of sight. She was in absolutely no shape to fight or argue much, and she knew her skills even with her blade wouldn't be of use against Tony in that stupid iron suit.

Tony stumbled through the door Mobius had opened, landing with a graceless thud on the other side. “Okay, Stark. You've time traveled before, get it together.” he muttered to himself, pushing himself up and dusting off his suit, which was now scuffed and streaked with grime. He turned to see the injured Sylvie curled in the corner. “Oh, great. The queen of bad decisions.”

The portal behind him shimmered ominously, and Tony could hear faint sounds of chaos bleeding through. Grunts, growls, and the occasional shout. He felt his heart pick up. He hated waiting, hated not being able to do anything. But this wasn't his field of expertise. Magic, multiverses, and whatever-the-hell variants? Yeah, he was way out of his depth. And then suddenly Mobius tumbled through it, looking like he'd just run a marathon through hell.

“About time,” Tony quipped, reaching down to help him up, retracting his Ironman faceplate to expose his slight smirk. “What took you so long? Stop for a snack on the way out?” Sylvie groaned as she now saw both men. She shifted slightly and winced, gripping her side in pain. Mobius looked at her, huffing from exhaustion.

“Watch her, Mr. Stark!” Quickly Mobius ran off, grabbing some of the medical supplies needed to tend to her wound and returning in a flash. It was clear he was on a mission, and one that, to him, he wanted no casualties from. “I know what you can do, I know you're an incredibly smart man, sir.” he said to Stark as he handed him the supplies. “Can you patch her up while I try to go find Loki and Thor?” he asked. His tone was gentle, yet firm. Leaving little room for arguments. Sylvie didn't like that. Why in the hell did Mobius want her tended to? What was his plan? Did he want to patch her up so they could enjoy torturing her later?

“Oh, sure, no problem. I'm just a billionaire playboy philanthropist, not an actual doctor. But yeah, let's add 'stitching up hostile magical variants' to my résumé.” He took the supplies and rolled his eyes, muttering to himself. “This day just keeps getting better.”

Tony crouched down in front of Sylvie, his gaze sharp and calculating. “Alright, lady. Don't get any ideas, or this turns into a very different kind of operation. I've got an arc reactor, a repulsor gauntlet, and no patience left, so let's play nice.” He opened the med kit, inspecting its contents. He wasn't a stranger to patching up wounds—he'd done it for himself in far worse conditions—but this was different. The person he was helping had tried to kill them less than an hour ago. Still, he sighed and grabbed the antiseptic. Tony glanced up at her, his tone unusually sincere.

“You scream, flinch, or try anything funny, and I'm letting Mobius play nurse instead. Understood?” Tony started cleaning the wound, working with surprising efficiency. He glanced over his shoulder at Mobius, who was already halfway through another portal. “Hey, cowboy,” he called after him, “You'd better bring those two golden boys back in one piece, or I'm billing you for emotional distress.” Turning his focus back to Sylvie, he smirked faintly, though his eyes remained wary. “So, tell me. What's the deal with you and our boy Loki? Family reunion gone wrong? Or just a professional rivalry?”

Mobius gave a nod before stepping through the portal. He had set the Tempad to the proper timeline Sylvie had sent Loki and Thor to. He appeared in a different area, near the middle of Asgard. He felt nervous being in such a place alone. He instantly knew what timeline this was and knew he had little time to enjoy the golden architecture before things got dangerous. He dashed off in a random direction, looking for any signs of Loki and Thor and praying that no one saw him, especially Hela or her army as he ran. He was clearly becoming more and more exhausted and was running out of energy, but he had to push through. Had to make things right!

Sylvie squirmed against Tony's touch at first. Though stilled at his threats. She grit her teeth and looked away. She was honestly pissed off at this whole damned situation! She grumbled and slightly groaned in pain as he began to clean her wound. Sylvie debated how to answer his question, settling on telling the truth in the end because what can he do with the information? Nothing, that's what.

“Loki and I are one and the same. We’re variants of each other. Kind of two sides of the same coin…both kidnapped from our proper timeline by the very agent that left me in your care…” she began, stopping to catch her breath through the pain. “Loki is being forced to work for this place while I escaped and ran. Taught myself how to fight and survive since I was a small girl…it's not been easy and yet here I am, back in the same damned place that ruined my life, at the mercy of a man who pretends to not know what he's doing…you're a smart man Tony….surely you can see the irony of this…” Sylvie sighed as she closed her eyes.

“You know…this is the first time we've met? Across all the time lines I've visited I've never ran into the Avengers…or met a Thor…maybe if I had such a brother, life wouldn't have been so horrid…” she giggled weakly as she closed her eyes. She was tired, weak, and just wanted to sleep by this point. But fought to stay awake. Tony was keeping his focus on the task at hand, cleaning and dressing the wound, jaw tightening as Sylvie spoke. Her words were a lot to process, but he tried not to let them distract him.

“Yeah, well, congratulations on winning the 'Most Messed-Up Backstory' competition. It's a close race, but I think you might just take the trophy,” he said, his tone clipped but not entirely unkind. He paused for a moment, glancing up at her as he secured the bandage. “Variants, timelines, forced servitude by government-slash-multiverse-overlords...it's like sci-fi just threw up on my life. And trust me, I know a thing or two about feeling like your life's been hijacked.” Tony leaned back, tossing the used supplies aside as he was finished tending to the wound now. He folded his arm and tilted back in the ironman suit, staring at her for a long moment.

“But here's the thing, Lady Loki: I don't buy the helpless act. You've got more bite than half the people I've fought, and I don't doubt you'd be sticking a dagger in my back right now if you weren't down for the count. So why the sudden honesty? Trying to play me? Hoping I'll get all teary-eyed and let you waltz out of here?”

Sylvie laughed a bit. Her laugh seemed pain-filled and lacking any sort of amusement. “Why? Hm…good question, to be honest. Maybe I just wanted someone to know my story? My truth? I mean, by the end of this I'm going to be killed and you probably are too because you know too much. And Thor too. And last will be Loki. I'm not the only liar here. That agent is one too. There's no returning you to your timeline after all this…the higher ups won't allow it…but…wait…” Suddenly her eyes glared at Tony, a look of pure annoyance in those pretty eyes as she spoke, her voice full of pain, irritation and a hiss of something more. “Never, and I mean NEVER call me Loki! That is NOT my name! You understand!?” she snapped, leaning forward despite the pain jolting through her body as she did so. Tony tilted his head, the mechanical whir of the ironman suit amplifying the motion. He listened to Sylvie's rant, letting her words hang in the air for a moment before speaking, his voice filtered through the suit's modulator. 

“Alright, first off, message received. You're Sylvie. Noted.” He crossed his armored arms. “Second, you've got some real doom-and-gloom vibes going on here, but let's not skip to the ending of the story just yet, okay? I'm not planning on dying today, and as far as I can tell, Thor is pretty good at not staying dead. And Loki? Well, he's Loki. He's like a bad penny—he always turns up.” Tony adjusted his stance, the servos in his suit humming softly as he leaned in slightly “Also, if you try to jump at me again, I'm sitting you in time-out like a toddler, injured or not. Capeesh?”

***

Mobius ran, and ran. Managing to hide from any dangers before he heard the unmistakable sound of Thor's voice nearby. He ran that way, peeking from behind a building to ensure it was the one he was searching for. He smiled when he saw the brothers, Thor's hand gripping Loki's shoulder in such a brotherly way. Mobius raced towards them, his black V-neck damp with sweat as he breathed heavily.

“Hey! I finally found you two!” he was winded, panting and looked utterly exhausted. He'd definitely sleep for hours after this, that he was sure. He opened a Tempad door nearby, a grin on his face as he looked at them. “Shall we return home before the Queen of Death decides to leave her palace?” he half joked, though was fully serious.

When Mobius appeared, Loki took in Mobius' disheveled state, noting the sweat on his shirt and the fatigue lining his face. For once, Loki chose not to comment “Ah, our savior arrives,” Loki quipped, eager to leave, “I was beginning to think you'd gotten yourself lost in this mess. I've had enough of revisiting old haunts for one lifetime.” Without waiting, Loki strode toward the time door, his pace brisk, clearly eager to put Asgard, and its memories, behind him. Thor laughed at Loki's tone. 

“Okay, okay. Behave myself and— oh!! He's here. Speak of your angel and he shall appear!” Thor chuckled as he followed briskly after Loki, a huge grin on his face. It was clear Thor enjoyed the moment, quite a bit, if he was being honest. He went through the door, nearly knocking Loki over in the process. Loki barely caught himself as Thor barreled into him, shooting his brother an exasperated glare. Mobius tilted his head in confusion as he followed them. His hair was just as much of a mess as he felt. But quickly he followed after them. He just wanted this to be as over as possible. He wanted a shower, wanted to eat, wanted to sleep…not exactly in that order either. He waited on the other side of the door, ensuring Loki got through okay before following.

Sylvie growled in frustration and glared at Tony for a second until she saw Thor walk through. She visibly tensed up, looking away before trying to scoot away from them all. However, it was then she got the idea to scoot closer to the door, making an attempt to dash through it only to be stopped by Thor grabbing the back of her shirt.

“ENOUGH, SISTER!” Thor's voice thundered, making Sylvie flinch and tense up. Mobius stepped through after Loki did, looking at Tony, at Thor holding Sylvie and settling his gaze on Loki. There was a soft smile on his lips, though he looked so close to collapsing it wasn't funny.

“Must you always make an entrance like a boulder rolling downhill?” Loki reprimanded Thor, (but it fell upon deaf ears) brushing himself off before stepping further into the room. His eyes quickly scanned the scene. Tony in his suit, Sylvie squirming under Thor's grip, and then… Mobius. His gaze softened, though he quickly masked it with his usual air of nonchalance. Loki stepped toward Mobius, his tone somewhere between sarcasm and genuine concern.

“You look dreadful. Did you run a marathon through Hel's fiery plains, or is this just your way of making me worry?”

Tony, still standing nearby, chimed in with his usual wit, the glowing eyes of his suit flickering as he turned his head toward Loki. “Pretty sure your guy's running on fumes, Reindeer Games. Might wanna consider giving him a break before he keels over.”

Loki gave a small huff, his lips twitching as though suppressing a smile. He turned back to Mobius and placed a steadying hand on his unaffected shoulder. “Stark does have a point, for once. You should sit down before you collapse and embarrass us both.” Mobius chuckled a bit at the constant term of 'Reindeer Games' looking at Tony.

“Why do you keep calling him Reindeer Games? Some kind of banter between you both?” he asked as he complied with Loki's request to sit down. He looked up at Loki, a small smile on his face. “We finally caught her…but I can't rest yet. I must return your brother and Mr. Stark here back to their timelines.” He took a deep breath and looked up at Loki, his blue eyes shining in the light of the room. Thor looked down at Sylvie, who seemed to have calmed down a bit in his grip. The way she looked at him made his heart beat a bit fast. He felt a desire to protect her as he tried to protect Loki. He looked up at Mobius and Loki

“What of her? What will happen to her?” Thor asked hesitantly.

“Banter? Hardly. It's Stark's way of compensating for his lack of imagination. Reindeer Games is the best he could come up with after seeing me in a helmet with horns.” Loki said. Tony, ever quick on the draw, smirked behind his faceplate.

“Hey, it's a classic. And you wear the horns like you're trying out for the villain Olympics, so don't pretend it's not fitting.” Loki crossed his arms, standing beside Mobius, who had finally taken a seat. He arched a brow at Thor's question, his eyes flicking between his brother and Sylvie.

“That depends entirely on her. If she behaves, perhaps she won't meet a fate worse than death. But knowing her temperament…” He glanced at Sylvie, his voice taking on a dry tone. “I won't hold my breath...She needs to be restrained. A TVA collar would do nicely, something to ensure she doesn't decide to start rewriting timelines again. She's not going anywhere until we decide what to do next. You're free to keep watch over her if it eases your conscience, but she's not walking through that door again without our say.”

Thor looked between Loki, Sylvie and ended by looking at Mobius. “I understand. Then I'm staying here with you guys. Until it's decided on what to do with—” Thor released Sylvie, turning sharply and gripping a prune stick tightly in his hand. He glared at Renslayer, who had clearly tried to prune Thor just now. Sylvie looked at Tony, a face that screamed 'I told you so!' Written all over her face. Mobius stood up quickly, managing not to sway.

“Renslayer…What's going on here?” he asked as he glanced at everyone, a look of concern and confusion written all over his face. Loki frowned at Sylvie, who seemed to be barely containing her vindication, then at Thor, who looked ready to strike. Renslayer was no ordinary threat, but Loki's knowledge about her was limited. She must've been cunning and ruthless, and her presence could mean everything was about to spiral further out of control. Tony spoke up from where he stood, retracting his helmet faceplate once more.

“Okay, first off, who the hell is Prune Lady, and why does she look like she's about to reenact The Purge?”

Loki shot Tony a withering look before turning his attention back to Mobius. His voice dropped to a hiss. “Mobius, I'd suggest you explain why she's here before Thor takes her head off—or before I do.” His hand moved ready for whatever Renslayer had planned. There was no telling how far she would go to enforce the TVA's grip, but Loki was determined she wouldn't succeed here. Not today. Renslayer went to make another move but Thor jerked the stick from her hand and threw it to Mobius, who, surprisingly, caught it effortlessly. He punched on his pad and looked at everyone.

“Get out of here, now!” Mobius' words were stern and firm, leaving no room for argument or discussion as the orange light of the door illuminated the surrounding area. Thor didn't hesitate. He grabbed Sylvie, throwing her over his shoulder, kicked Renslayer back and out of the room as he turned and looked at Tony.

“Sorry, friend.” Was all he said before he grabbed hold of Tony and threw him through the door. He looked at Loki, grabbing him last and tight by the wrist before running through the door. To Thor, his main goal was his friends and brother. And possible new sister. Mobius quickly closed the door, sighing heavily as he looked at the door where many, many time agents suddenly rushed through. He smiled a little.

“Sorry…under no circumstances can I let you hurt them…well…maybe Sylvie but not the rest.” There was humor in his tone at Sylvie's name, a chuckle before relaxing in the chair. He figured this would be his end. And if it wasn't he'd join the others later when he could. He did his best to keep their tracks hidden the best he could. He knew where he sent them. He had sent them back home…Well, the majority back home. Tony and Thor were back in the Age of Ultron aftermath. Loki and Sylvie were with them. But he could fix that later…maybe?

Loki stumbled as he landed on the terrain of their new location. He instinctively steadied himself, eyes scanning the area to assess their surroundings. Sokovia again. Thor's grip on his wrist finally loosened, and Loki pulled away, brushing himself off with an air of irritation that didn't quite mask the worry etched into his features.

“Of all the reckless, idiotic things he could have done,” Loki muttered under his breath, pacing in agitation. He turned, glaring at the spot where the now-closed time door was as if he could will it to reopen. “What does he think he's doing? Buying us time by throwing himself at those bloodthirsty bureaucrats? If he thinks for one second that I'll let him perish—” Loki cut himself off, visibly wrestling with his emotions. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, his mind already spinning through every possible scenario to retrieve Mobius. He wouldn't—couldn't—leave him behind. Tony, brushing himself with an exaggerated sigh, chimed in with his usual deadpan tone.

“Yeah, no, Loki, we totally didn't just nearly get murdered back there. Let's talk about your boyfriend's hero complex instead.” Loki spun on Tony, his eyes flashing with frustration. He had his magic back here and wouldn't hesitate to use it.

“I will silence you if you call him that again.”

Thor grabbed Loki around the waist, picking him up and holding him against himself like a temper tantrum throwing toddler. “Calm now brother, calm! Fighting amongst ourselves solves no issues!” he scolded like the brother he was.

Sylvie, however, managed to work her way off Thor's shoulder and smirked. “What if I tell you he left a fail safe? As if he knew this would happen?” She had such a grin on her face one could tell she wasn't lying. She knew something that no one else seemed to notice. She saw it earlier, and it didn't make sense then, but it did now. “He left us a way to return or retrieve him. He's a lot more cunning than we gave him credit for.” Sylvie said with an air of surprise and excitement. This was fun, and dangerous, and it clawed at the Loki inside her in all the right ways. She was loving the chaos, and also loving the desperation of the others around her. She glanced at Tony, tilting her head a bit.

“However, if you want the information I hold, I want something in return. And after that information is given I'll call the shots on how to use it. As punishment for you—” Sylvie glared at Loki, “not noticing the gift your little boyfriend left us.” She used Tony's jab. It seemed like a good one at the time, and made her giggle internally.

Loki's glare intensified as he dangled in his brother's unrelenting grip. His arms crossed tightly over his chest as he hissed, his voice rife with irritation. “Thor, put me down this instant, or so help me, I will hex you into a frog again.” Thor raised an eyebrow but complied, setting Loki down none too gently. Loki straightened his shirt with all the dignity he could muster as he turned his attention to Sylvie. Her grin only served to infuriate him further.

“You insufferable—he is not my—ugh. What fail-safe? Speak plainly, or I'll ensure you don't enjoy calling any shots.”

“Wow, drama queen, you're really letting her get to you. This is better than cable.” Tony commented, giving Sylvie a look, “Okay Loki-Lite, what's your price? Let's hear it so we can figure out how to get Loki's TVA beau back and, you know, save the timeline or whatever it is we're supposed to be doing.”

Loki shot Tony a scathing look. “Would you stop encouraging her? And for the last time, he is not my boyfriend! ” His voice cracked slightly on the last word. He exhaled sharply, reigning himself in, trying to ignore how his ears were likely burning red. “Fine. Sylvie, you have my attention. What do you want?”

“Again, little iron man, I am NOT a Loki dammit. Get my name right or I swear Loki over there will be the least of your fucking worries!” Sylvie snapped fiercely, summoning her blade before slightly wincing in pain. “You know, I should just let that fucker die!” She huffed in frustration as she looked down at herself. “Once this is over, I want to be set free. We'll never cross paths again after this and you don't hunt me! That's my command. Agree to that and I'll tell you what your lover boy left behind.” She smiled at Loki. A shit eating grin full of mischief and amusement as she used a pet name for Mobius. But also loving how the god reacted the more he was teased. Thor placed his hand on Sylvie's shoulder, helping to keep her stable as he looked at her. She returned the look, her gaze seeming to soften every time Thor was nearby.

There wasn't any look of love like how Mobius would look at Loki. But there was an odd look in her eyes every time the man touched her. “Next. When the information is out there, I'm calling the shots. The less people we have the better, so Tony will accompany me. He doesn't need powers to be strong. He has that tin can he's in, so that gives an advantage. Understand?”

Loki's jaw clenched, his expression twisting into one of barely-contained frustration. It was obvious he was pissed. He stepped closer to Sylvie, his voice biting, though the usual silky undertone of control still lingered. “You do not dictate terms to me, Sylvie. I've dealt with more dangerous creatures than you in my lifetime, and I assure you, I don't take kindly to ultimatums.” His green eyes flickered as he tilted his head, a smirk upturned his lips despite his irritation. “But do go on. Your fits are almost entertaining. If they weren't so tiresome.”

Tony's voice cut through the tension with his trademark nonchalance, his helmet sliding back into place with a hiss. “Dang, you two really are cut from the same cloth.” He turned to Sylvie, raising a hand to placate her. “Alright, not-Loki. You want freedom, no hunting, and me as your sidekick for this little scavenger hunt. But I'm telling you right now, if I have to babysit, I'm charging overtime.”

Loki threw his hands in the air, stepping back. “Of course, let's all just hand control of the situation to the least stable person in the room. Why not? Mobius is out there playing the hero, and I'm stuck in a circus of incompetence. Just get on with it, Sylvie. If you're so confident in your leverage, stop wasting time.”

“Good. Be right back!” she purred as she ran off, or more like tried to run. She was still badly injured and fighting through the pain. She disappeared back down into the halls and lower levels of the building they were on before. Moments later, she came back, holding Mobius' Tempad in her hand with a cheerful grin.

“See!? He put this on the window sill before you guys came after me. At first I thought he was insane. But now I think I understand. He knew something would go wrong. Of course he did. He's part of the TVA. It's only natural he knows how they operate.” she smirked as she walked over to Tony, ensuring that she remained outside of Loki's reach. “So, me and Tony here, we'll go inside the TVA, just us. And we'll rescue Mobius. Anything after that…well that's your job. I'm no hero, so I don't care after that. You should be thanking me for saving your idiot of a lover! He's part of the very organization I hate! But I owe him and this stupid insufferable tin man a debt and I intend to pay at least one of those debts now.” Sylvie stared at Loki. “So, do we have an understanding? Or must I destroy this little device here and now and make you lose the one thing you seem to love while trapping us both in a timeline we don't belong in?” She gave him an ultimatum, grinning ear to ear as she waited impatiently for a response, holding onto the device to ensure Loki didn't snatch it from her. Loki's eyes darkened at her threats. It seemed Sylvie was more insane and annoying than he'd initially anticipated.

“You would truly gamble with his life just to prove a point?” Loki took an angry step forward, his voice venomous, the air around him charging with his magic. “You may despise the TVA, but if you think for a second I'll let you gamble with Mobius' life, you are sorely mistaken. That Tempad is not your bargaining chip—it's his lifeline.”

Tony, of course, had to give his two cents, “Hey Frosty, let's dial it back before she decides to smash the thing just to spite you.” Loki truly wished Tony would ease up on the nicknaming.

“ Fine . Take the tin man and venture to the TVA. But listen closely, if you jeopardize Mobius' safety, or so much as think about crossing me, there will be no corner of any timeline where you can hide from me.” Loki said dangerously, the aura around him seeming to grow colder, “Do not test the limits of my patience, sister ,”

Thor looked between the two and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “Please sister, bring back my soon to be brother-in-law safely.” It wasn't a plea, he wasn't begging. It leaned almost on the edge of a request mixed with a demand, one that made Sylvie stop her teasing of Loki for a few moments. Sylvie smiled a sly devious grin and looked at Tony.

“Come then, tin man. Let's go save my 'brothers' boyfriend.” She taunted Loki one last time as she opened a door to the TVA. She glanced back at Thor one last time before walking through. There was a hint of softness in her eyes every single time she saw him. Thinking to herself, why did I not have a brother…would that have even mattered? Would he miss me...? Would he have been as loving as Thor was…why do the male Loki's get brothers half of them seem to hate and I'm all alone…

Sylvie glanced around, having opened the door in what she hoped was a hidden enough area of the TVA to not rouse suspicion, and she did, right into Mobius' bedroom. She stepped into the dark room, barely lit by the door, and looked back as she waited for Tony.

***

Mobius had been hurt, he had been scolded and punished for his crimes. He had also shattered Sylvie's Tempad, so it made it harder for them to track the group. He was sitting alone in an interrogation room. He was bloody, black shirt ripped, hair even more a mess and breathing harshly. He had a few gashes and his shoulder had ended up torn open again. Amongst the gashes were many dark bruises, some dark purple outlined in yellow, some purple outlined in red. Yet he didn't say a word of where he sent them. His arms were uncomfortably chained behind his back and he had a time collar on. He had known his punishments would be harsh, he was just waiting for them to end it by pruning him…yet Renslayer delayed it. He was her friend and she didn't wish to see him gone, but her patience only extended so far…he had sat like this, shoulders aching, throbbing, and slowly going numb for he didn't know how long anymore. Mobius closed his eyes, hoping they'd find his Tempad before it was too late.

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Mobius had been hurt, he had been scolded and punished for his crimes. He had also shattered Sylvie's Tempad, so it made it harder for them to track the group. He was sitting alone in an interrogation room. He was bloody, black shirt ripped, hair even more a mess and breathing harshly. He had a few gashes and his shoulder had ended up torn open again. Amongst the gashes were many dark bruises, some dark purple outlined in yellow, some purple outlined in red. Yet he didn't say a word of where he sent them. His arms were uncomfortably chained behind his back and he had a time collar on. He had known his punishments would be harsh, he was just waiting for them to end it by pruning him…yet Renslayer delayed it. He was her friend and she didn't wish to see him gone, but her patience only extended so far…he had sat like this, shoulders aching, throbbing, and slowly going numb for he didn't know how long anymore. Mobius closed his eyes, hoping they'd find his Tempad before it was too late.

Tony headed toward the open portal Sylvie had left for him, Loki's arms were tightly crossed over his chest, his expression caught between apprehension and annoyance. As Tony stepped forward, his voice carried the same casual irreverence that grated on Loki's nerves but oddly reassured him at the same time.

“Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the crazy lady. Not my first rodeo dealing with overdramatic magic users, obviously. I've got this.” Tony gave Loki a mock salute, his arc reactor glowing brighter as he stepped through the portal without another word, his confidence palpable. Loki hesitated, staring into the shimmering doorway as it flickered with an otherworldly hum. The silence that followed was deafening. It was just him and his brother now. When Tony stepped through the portal, the faint shimmer of orange light fading behind him. He adjusted to the dim, sterile atmosphere of the TVA bedroom, his suit's HUD scanning the area. The space was utilitarian, cluttered with paperwork, a few personal items, and the faint hum of machinery in the background. Sylvie stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, her blade still at her side, but her demeanor surprisingly calm.

“Cozy place.” Tony deadpanned, taking a slow look around.

“Yeah. Seems to be someone's room. Not much to look at though.” she shrugged as she closed the door so Loki and Thor didn't get any ideas. “Okay, so here's the plan. You can use your suit to scan the areas we visit until we eventually find Mobius right? If so we can head out. If not, well we'll go in blind. I'm fairly used to the second option.” she shrugged as she peeked at a few of the files on the desk. She smirked as she saw the name 'Loki' on it.

“I think we're in his room…Mobius' I mean.” She held up the man's files with Loki's name on them. “He keeps files of Loki variants here. Typical…” She threw them down on the table and they scattered across the desk. She then looked at Tony again. “You know, you're my second favorite person in the world I've met so far. All the others suck or have no humor…and I'd prefer to be stuck with you if things go wrong then that pompous asshole of a Loki.” It was clear she felt this could be the end for them…or her, at least. In truth, she was sure once Mobius was safe and returned to Loki he'd kill her himself in a heartbeat. Of course, she'd not go down without a fight but given she was already injured, she'd be easy to kill.

Tony leaned against the wall next to the exit, his suit making a faint whirring sound as he crossed his arms, his HUD scanning the room for anything useful. He watched Sylvie rifle through Mobius' files, her frustration evident as she tossed papers like they were trash. “Second favorite, huh?” he repeated sarcastically, “What do I gotta do to bump up to first? Save your life or something? Oh wait—I'm already halfway there.”

His suit whirred softly again as he retracted his faceplate, giving her a better look at his raised eyebrow and smirk. He'd dealt with enough end-of-the-world situations to know that humor was the best way to keep himself intact.

“You know, for someone who seems to spend most of her time stabbing people and running through timelines, you're surprisingly bad at pep talks,” Tony noted. “You wanna keep talking like we're doomed, or you wanna actually do something about it?” he paused. “And for the record, if this goes sideways, we're both walking out of here. No noble sacrifices or last stands. Got it?” He extended his metal hand toward her, not so much as an offer of trust but as a declaration of mutual survival.

Sylvie smiled, walking up to Tony and placing her hand on his cheek, giving his cheek a pat or two before stepping back “What do you need to do to be my favorite? Get us all out of here alive. Think you can do that, hero?” She asked in such a playful tone. Almost as if she had no doubt that he could and would. “And trust me, I'm not the type to sacrifice myself. I'm not in the hero business. That's your job. But I agree. We both get out of here alive, no matter what.” She agreed as she looked at his hand. She had absolutely no clue what his suit could do, and clearly was cautious, but took hold of his hand, looking up at him with a small smile.

“You've got yourself a deal. Just don't go crying to your friends if Mobius doesn't make it. I've no idea what they may do to him, nor do I truly care...truth be told, I'm here to repay one of my debts and nothing more...then there's the issue of the debt I owe you. But we can settle that another time...just don't pretend to die so I have to save your tin ass…” She glanced over him again, then giggled a bit. “Speaking of ass, that suit does nothing to show you off. Is it compensation for something?” She taunted playfully. Something about Tony made her comfortable enough to be playful and witty without the need for hiding. Maybe it was because of his personality that she began to learn? Or maybe it was his charm...not like she'd been faced with the charm of many until now so she was unprepared and knew nothing about the man... maybe that was it, the mystery of this man intrigued her.

“Wow, straight to the tin can jokes and an ego dig. You must be great at parties,” Tony said with a smirk, his tone carrying that signature Stark snark. He tilted his head, mock-pensive. “Compensation? Sure, let's go with that. But I gotta say, for someone who's got debts and grudges stacked higher than a Manhattan penthouse, you're awfully quick to dish out compliments. Keep it up, and I might start thinking you actually like me.”

Tony glanced at her hand in his, giving a light squeeze before releasing it and stepping toward the scattered files on the desk. He rifled through a few of them, activating a small display on his wrist to scan for anything useful. “Listen, I'm not in the habit of dying—pretend or otherwise. That's amateur hour. I've got a decent track record of making it out alive, and I plan to keep it that way. So, deal's a deal. You help me find Mobius, and we both walk out of here in one piece.”

Sylvie rolled her eyes a bit and watched as he walked to the table to scan the files. “Listen, if mine is in there, ignore it. It's not much of a read, or…well, I don't think it would be. And don't misunderstand, I don't like you. But I don't fully hate you either. You're just another soul dragged in by the TVA's shit.” Her tone seemed harsh, unkind and unpleasant. And yet there was a hint of something else, maybe there was a lie wrapped in her words somewhere. But where? She walked to the door, peeking out carefully so as not to alert anyone nearby. “So, are we just going to hang out in this poor excuse for a room, or are we going to find this person. And finally gain my freedom?” she asked, looking back at Tony. Bad thing was, she couldn't deny that he was handsome. But she'd learned that handsome men were often not worth all the trouble they caused. So the very hint of attraction was as far as that would go for her. After all, she had seen her fair share of men, and women, but none held her fancy for long, and she knew Tony wasn't an exception…he was just a welcome distraction from the constant chaos of her world.

Tony glanced up from the files he was scanning, his brow raised at Sylvie's mix of sharp words and undertones. He smirked slightly, shaking his head as he stepped away from the table. “Relax, your life story isn't on my reading list. I'm here to solve a problem, not play therapist. But thanks for the trust…kind of.” He tapped the side of his helmet, the suit responding with a soft hum as his HUD flickered back into view. He ran a quick scan of the room, coming up empty. No surprise there. Turning to Sylvie, he gestured toward the door with a sense of urgency.

“Look, as much as I'm enjoying this little heart-to-heart in Mobius' 'sad bureaucrat chic' bedroom, we've got to save the guy. Time's ticking, and I'm not really the 'wait and see' type.” Tony walked up beside her, his tone shifting slightly, still sarcastic, but more focused now. “You want your freedom? Great. I want that Mobius guy back in one piece. The sooner we get moving, the sooner we both get what we want. Just try to keep your rebellious streak in check for, like, five minutes, okay? It's kind of a liability in this place.” He motioned for her to lead the way, his suit ready to respond at a moment's notice. His gaze flicked toward her briefly as she checked the hall. He cleared his throat, stepping behind her. “Let's go get your 'freedom' and the guy before something else goes wrong. Spoiler: it will, because it's us.”

Sylvie nodded and eagerly left the room. She didn't seem to mind being told to move it along, she was eager to get this crap over with too. She, however, didn't know much about the layout of the TVA so it wasn't easy to navigate the area. She looked back at Tony as she was now out in the hallway.

“Have your scanners picked up anything of use to us? Not really sure how this place is set up. Last time I was here I was a kid.” Sylvie commented as she looked out towards the halls. “Hm…wonder if I dress like them could I get away with ...Aha!” She grinned as she looked at Tony. “That was a great idea. You, of course, stay in your suit…we need that. But I could change into something they wear and possibly travel easier. Maybe using the excuse I'm new and looking for the interrogation rooms to integrate you but had forgotten where they were?” At least she was attempting to formulate a plan, though it was clear she wasn't used to doing so. She was more of a 'plan later action now' kind of woman. Tony followed Sylvie into the hallway, his scanners sweeping the area as he muttered to himself.

“Nothing concrete yet—just more hallways and bad feng shui. Whoever designed this place was clearly allergic to personality,” he stopped, glancing at Sylvie with a raised brow as she pitched her idea. “Okay, undercover agent, I'll give you points for creativity. But let's keep the improvising to a minimum. The last thing we need is you getting caught and me having to blast our way out of here. I'm trying to keep property damage to a less than catastrophic level.” He gestured ahead, his suit lighting up faintly as he scanned another corner. “Find a uniform, blend in, but keep it simple. If anyone questions you, let me do the talking.” He smirked.

“Yes, yes, let the smooth-talking tin man do all the talking.” Sylvie snickered a bit, walking forward carefully and cautiously. Sylvie snuck into another room, luckily landing in the clothing room that was restocked with clothes recently. She hated the idea of this but she got dressed as an agent, tan pants, white button up shirt that hid absolutely nothing of her figure and tan agent jacket. She walked out, looking away from Tony with a bit of disgust for her attire.

“Try not to get too distracted.” She teased playfully, much like Tony would have if the shoe was on the other foot. “Now, let's go.” She slightly commanded as she walked calmly. She had a bit more confidence, but it was clear she absolutely despised the outfit...though in truth she looked stunning in it, just as Loki did. “This sucks…” She grumbled as she walked, though this was her plan, so she was indirectly scolding herself.

Tony smirked as Sylvie walked out, giving her outfit a quick once-over before offering a playful shrug. “Well, at least you're owning the undercover look. Very professional. Maybe next time, I'll grab a tie and join you in the whole 'blending in' thing.” He fell in step beside her, his helmet retracting briefly to reveal the confident smirk still plastered across his face. “Don't worry, agent Sylvie. I'll try to keep my eyes on the mission—wouldn't want to be too distracted by someone who's clearly hating every second of this wardrobe change.” He tapped the side of his gauntlet, the scanner lighting up and whirring faintly. “Now, let's keep moving. The sooner we find Mobius, the sooner you can ditch the dress code and get back to your broody goddess vibes. Sound good?” Tony's tone was light, but his focus remained sharp as he glanced at the scanner, keeping an eye out for any signs of Mobius, or trouble.

Sylvie nodded and continued walking swiftly. She kept her eyes focused forward, her mind racing with all the things that could go wrong, but slightly hoping they find Mobius alive. As she wandered throughout the TVA she heard faint voices, stopping to listen in carefully. Renslayer spoke about Mobius, how he had blacked out and still wasn't giving anything up. How they may have to Prune him and find the 'variants' another way...Sylvie listened intently, finding out where he was and looking at Tony with a smug smirk on her face.

“Come. This way!” She commanded as she quickly dashed forward, sneaking past the guards with practiced ease as she almost silently ran forward. She had to finish this quickly. This man behind her was insufferable and she just wanted her freedom...stupid debts!

Tony followed Sylvie, his steps quieter than usual, though his sarcasm still found its way into his hushed tone. “Yeah, sure, let's run straight into danger. Great plan, really. It's not like these people don't have a track record for erasing things they don't like.” He activated his suit's scanner again, assessing the area ahead and tagging the guards for good measure. As he caught up to Sylvie, he muttered under his breath, “I swear, you're like a rogue missile—deadly, but no navigation system.” Despite his grumbling, he kept close, the HUD in his helmet marking a path toward where Mobius was being held. His voice turned serious. “Alright, lady, we're getting him out. But you better be as good at sneaking out as you are at sneaking in.” He gave a quick glance toward the direction of Renslayer's voice. “And if I have to cover your ass, it's going on my tab.”

***

By this point Mobius was unconscious. He wasn't on the brink of death, not directly. But his body was exhausted, pushed far beyond what he could handle for much longer. The soldiers left him there to rest. None of them were particularly proud of themselves, but none could do much but follow orders. They had to report that he'd not told them a thing. That he was clinging to the secrets like they were the most precious things to him…and to him, they were. He slept, entering a fever dream that seemed nothing but a black abyss, voices screaming at him for things he couldn't make out. Maybe it was the guilt of having failed? Maybe it was the guilt of throwing away all he had learned for one variant…or maybe it was just memories of a past he never knew? All he knew was the screams and shouts that made his head throb.

***

Loki was irked to have to mope around with his annoying brother while he was forced to wait, relying on others for saving Mobius when he clearly should've done it himself. He wished he would have argued and forcefully inserted himself in the rescue efforts. He owed Mobius that much. Loki rubbed his temples, when he watched Sylvie saunter through the portal with Tony in tow. His fingers twitched, an urge to conjure something sharp and hurl it at her fading only slightly when the door snapped away behind them. Loki instantly got snippy.

“ Brother-in-law, ” he repeated, shooting Thor a glare. “Really, Thor? Must you insist on making an already intolerable situation worse with your sentimental declarations? And  Sylvie, of course, couldn't resist taking another jab. Typical. Always with the dramatics. 'Brother's boyfriend.' She truly has the wit of a spoiled child. Did she even think before dragging Stark into this madness? And you, standing there with your big, noble heart, giving her permission as though she's some sort of heroine. You've known her all of five minutes, and already she's managed to twist you around her little finger with that doe-eyed act of hers.” Loki let out a long exhale after his monologue, his irritation finally reeling back into something more manageable. “If they make it back in one piece, I'll have Stark to thank, not her. And as for Mobius—” his voice softened just slightly, though the irritation remained, he crossed his arms petulantly, “—he had better be unharmed. Or Sylvie will have much more to deal with than my sharp tongue.”

Thor blinked in slight shock before sighing heavily. “Okay, first of all, calm down brother. I understand you're upset and on edge, and I get it...well, not really, but a little. I mean, your friend is in danger, and you're stuck here.” He began, taking a small breath as he watched Loki carefully, starting to become on guard the more his brother's mood shifted. “I didn't fall for some act...I understand the need to repay a life debt. How many times in the past had you or one of the Warriors Three saved my behind? Like at Jotunheim? And I did my best to repay those debts. In my own way. That's why I let her go...besides...you called her sister first, I followed your lead.” Thor pointed out, as if this was all fact and nothing was wrong with their plan. Though he knew everything was wrong with it. He didn't fully trust Sylvie, but he did understand, warrior to warrior.

“And Tony is more than capable of handling himself. I dare say he's got a better shot at getting through that place than any of us. From what I saw, none of our powers work there, yet Tony's suit can. So he's our best option at saving Mobius. But you know…” Thor halted, as if saying this may piss Loki off, hells he even took a cautious step back. “You could have used your projection, appeared behind her, grabbed the device and went to save him yourself...no?”

Loki's eyes narrowed. His expression was a storm of indignation, but beneath it all was a little doubt, sparked by Thor's words. “I called her 'sister' to annoy her—not because I actually consider her family. A mistake I won't be repeating.” Loki's voice rose slightly, his frustration slipping through again. He gestured vaguely toward the space where Sylvie and Tony had vanished.

“And as for your brilliant observation about using a projection—thank you for pointing out the obvious, Thor. Do you think I didn't consider it? I could have retrieved the Tempad, yes. But had I done so, she would have turned this entire situation into chaos, jeopardizing everything further. Or worse, she'd have gone after you or Mobius herself, and we'd be no closer to a solution. And Tony, yes, he's capable, and his suit is clever and gives him an edge we don't have. But cleverness won't stop someone like Sylvie if she decides he's outlived his usefulness. You've sent him into the lion's den with a fox as his guide, and you expect me to be calm?” Loki's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his tone dipping into something almost vulnerable. He was slightly breathless after his tirade. “And what if she fails, Thor? What if they fail? What if Mobius—” He stopped himself, swallowing hard, his voice lowering to a whisper. “What if he dies because I wasn't there to stop it?”

Thor stepped back. Looking down a bit before walking forward, placing a rather gentle hand on Loki's shoulder. “Have faith, brother…I may not believe in Sylvie, but I do Tony. Please, don't worry so much. I think everything will be fine.” His tone was gentle, a lot softer than it normally was. He was trying to ease Loki's worries, that much was clear. But he had little experience when it came to such things so he did his best. 

“Why not tell me what you can about this man while we wait? I mean how long have you known him? Clearly you're taken with him, so I'm interested…after all…anyone who could make my brother smitten with them has to be someone amazing, no?” His words may have seemed like a tease, but they weren't. They were actually highly sincere and truthful. “I wish only to understand and know more. If you don't mind?” Loki tensed under Thor's gentle hand, the feeling of it both grounding, yet unsettling. He looked away, his jaw tightening as if trying to decide whether to entertain his brother's questions or brush them off entirely. After a beat of silence, he sighed. 

“Faith, Thor, is a commodity I find difficult to come by these days…” Loki murmured, his tone guarded yet tinged with weariness. He looked down, running a hand along his chin as if weighing his words carefully. “As for Mobius…He's... different.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though it barely lasted a moment before fading into something more wistful. 

“He's clever. Irritatingly so. And persistent. He has this...infuriating way of peeling back my defenses without me even noticing.” He glanced at Thor, his expression a mix of annoyance and vulnerability, as though he regretted saying as much. “But amazing? That's your word, not mine. I won't give you the satisfaction of agreeing, even if you're right.” After a pause, Loki shifted uncomfortably, trying to reclaim his usual aloofness. “Enough of this sentimental drivel. What good will talking about him do if we don't even know if they'll bring him back in one piece?” Despite his words, the faint tension in Loki's shoulders and the way his gaze went back toward Thor betrayed that he didn't truly mind sharing, at least, not entirely. Thor listened, smiling brightly now as he heard how the man spoke about Mobius. He was so happy to see his brother's different attitude towards Mobius. It kind of warmed his heart.

“Okay, good to know. So you know a bit about him on a work level, it seems. Maybe after this you could find excuses to learn more about him personally? If you can, that is?” Thor inquired as he looked around a bit. “You know…here, you're still in prison…here in this time you'd never speak to me so casually… I wish you would. I don't mind your sass, hells, I welcome it even. I just wish we'd talk more. About anything…but in particular…I've always wanted to ask, brother.” he looked at Loki, a seriousness in his eyes that seemed off putting. “Not much ever truly hurts you. And yet…” he sighed, thinking about how to ask. “When you took the Tesseract the first time, when you first appeared on Earth and escaped in the truck…you looked to be in pain. And when I grabbed you from the Avengers the first time from the plane, still you seemed to be in pain. Your words didn't bite like they usually did. What happened to you…did the creatures you helped invade earth hurt you? Did they make you invade Earth?” Thor didn't expect an answer, he'd honestly be surprised if Loki did more than just glare at him or snap at him with some snippy comment along the lines of 'mind his your business.' But curiosity had bubbled inside him for far too long, and he'd not be able to ever ask his Loki these questions…so figured why not this one?

Loki stiffened slightly at Thor's question, his eyes narrowing as he looked away for a moment. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the air thick with the weight of the past. “You always did have a way of asking the questions I prefer to leave unanswered,” Loki said with a half-smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a hint of something he didn't want to confront. He glanced back at Thor, his expression unreadable. “I was... not in pain in the way you think. What I felt was something else entirely. It was more than physical—it was the crushing realization that I was just a tool in someone else's game. I wasn't invading for myself, Thor. I was... I was trying to prove something, but I couldn't see past the manipulation I was under at the time.” Loki exhaled deeply, almost as if the weight of the memories were too much to bear. “You think I don't hurt, but that's far from true. It's just that I've learned to hide it well. Pain doesn't always come in the form you expect.” His voice softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability slipping through. “I've spent so much of my life pretending to be someone I wasn't, to hide the parts of me that were weaker. I think that's what you saw. Not pain from an attack, but the aftermath of realizing just how small I had become in someone else's game.” Loki paused, taking a slow breath, looking back at Thor, almost daring him to say something. His walls were back up, but a small part of him was thankful for the question.

Thor walked closer to Loki, no words, no judgmental glance, no aura of discomfort. He was suddenly hard to read. He walked closer and without a second thought he pulled Loki close, pulling him firmly against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around the man firmly enough to keep him from easily pulling away. “Please, brother...forgive my ignorance...I truly am sorry I never noticed...I should have. Adopted or not we're brothers...and I have failed you…” His voice was thick with emotion, a hurt evident in his voice no one had ever heard before. “I wish I could talk to my version of you this way...I'd tell him all of this but I don't think he'd care...or maybe he would and he'd just hide it?” Thor sighed a bit. He moved one hand to the back of Loki's head, rubbing at his head and hair as if they were children again. “I'll try to mend this...I won't continue to fail you as a brother. I promise to be better to you...you deserve that much.” Those words were a very soft whisper, nearly inaudible.

Loki couldn't help but tense up. as Thor's arms enveloped him, his first instinct to push away, to deflect, to lash out with some biting remark. But Thor's voice—low, trembling with an emotion Loki had rarely heard from him—halted him. For a moment, Loki stood motionless, caught between resentment and something deeper. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he clenched his jaw, unsure whether the tightness in his chest was anger, sorrow, or the yearning for something he had long since stopped believing he deserved.

“Thor…” Loki began, his voice faltering, like a blade dulled at its edge. “Do you think words can simply mend what has already been shattered? You've failed me before. Again and again.” He tried to pull back, but Thor's hold remained firm, the warmth of his brother's embrace both a comfort and an affront to the icy walls Loki had built around himself. He exhaled sharply, his body finally easing, if only slightly. “And yet... you always come back. Foolish as it may be, you keep trying. You keep believing there's something worth saving.” Loki tilted his head, just enough to glance up at Thor, his expression caught between skepticism and something softer. His voice dropped to a murmur. “I don't need your pity, Thor. But if you mean what you say, if you truly wish to be better... then don't just promise. Prove it. And perhaps... Perhaps I'll let you try.”

The corners of his lips twitched as if to smirk, but the expression never fully formed. Instead, Loki allowed himself a moment—a single moment—of vulnerability, leaning ever so slightly into his brother's embrace before pulling back with his usual guarded elegance. “Now, let go of me before I accuse you of turning soft.” His tone was biting, but his eyes betrayed the faintest glimmer of gratitude.

Thor felt his heart nearly stop at how the moment continued. He felt a wave of happiness wash over him. He gave a nod. Though said not a word as he held him close, gentle and soft until the man pulled away. “Thank you brother, I wont keep letting you down.” Thor chuckled a bit at the sharp tone in Loki's words, his blond hair sweeping over his face slightly in the new breeze that blew between them. “Aye...maybe I've grown a tad bit soft...but let's be honest, is there anything truly wrong with that? I mean sure, I'm Thor, god of thunder...but as someone once told me, though I'll not tell who, there is no Thor without Loki...and no Loki without Thor.” 

He chuckled, recalling the words as if they were a fond memory, and they were. After all, their mother had said that to him when they were children and had just gotten into a huge fight. It was why Thor ran to Loki's room back then and tried to apologize. “Hopefully they get here soon...it would be nice to see everyone safe...though with how badly Mobius hurt Sylvie...will she really be alright?”

“Softness is only a flaw if you let it be,” Loki said, his tone measured “And while I appreciate the sentiment, Thor, let's not wax poetry about sibling bonds. You're still as insufferable as ever.” He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly at the mention of Sylvie. “Sylvie will manage,” he said, though there was a hint of doubt in his voice, quickly masked by his usual confidence. “She's far too stubborn to let something like this destroy her. That being said…” his expression darkened slightly, his eyes narrowing. “If Sylvie had any hand in his pain, well...let's just say I'll be having words with her. No one harms what's mine.” He sighed, his gaze drifting to the horizon.

“As for you, brother, perhaps this newfound introspection suits you. Just don't let it go to your head. The last thing we need is a sentimental Thor dragging down the mood.” A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he glanced at Thor. “But yes, it will be...nice to see everyone safe. Assuming, of course, Tony and Sylvie don't botch this entirely.”

Thor laughed a bit as he looked at Loki. Something made him smile, something made him laugh. “I knew it!” He laughed gleefully. What had Loki said that made him laugh? He called Mobius his...but Thor wouldn't tell Loki that. He knew if he did it would be taken back in a heartbeat. “Sorry brother, I um...anyway...yes. I'm sure Sylvie is very capable, especially if she's anything like you. After all, you're the second best mage fighter I know.” There was a grin a mile wide on his bearded face. Of course he was playfully taunting his brother, in truth Loki would always be first, but he had to rile Loki up a bit. Can't be sappy all the time right?

Loki raised an eyebrow at Thor's laugh, his lips curling into a smirk as he gave his brother a pointed look. “Knew it? What exactly did you know, Thor?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. The gleam in his eyes hinted at a playful challenge, even if his tone was tinged with a hint of suspicion. When Thor mentioned Mobius, Loki's heart skipped, only for him to quickly mask it with a scoff.  “You'd find a way to turn it into something ridiculous, wouldn't you?” he muttered under his breath. But despite himself, his gaze softened ever so slightly, betraying his attempt to keep things impassive. At Thor's comment about Sylvie, Loki rolled his eyes.

“ Second best mage fighter? That's your attempt at a compliment, Thor?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, though there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I suppose I'll accept that—though your track record with magic doesn't exactly put you in the top ten, now does it?” Loki's posture softened just a fraction, his shoulders relaxing as he realized Thor wasn't completely teasing, there was an undeniable warmth in his brother's words. It was rare, but every now and then, Thor could hit the right note with him.

Thor snickered a bit as he looked at Loki, loving how Loki seemed to calm even just a tad. “Okay, okay...fine...you caught me! You're the best mage fighter I know…” He corrected it finally as he looked at Loki. He was growing a bit nervous with every passing minute the two stayed away. He truly hoped things were alright and would work out. He was growing a bit impatient, and it definitely showed. It seemed the brothers did share something in common, their lack of patience. “They better return safely...or Sylvie won't just have you to worry about…” He grumbled a bit, looking up at the sky a bit.

“Well, I should hope you've finally come to your senses. Took you long enough,” Loki quipped. His tone was light, but the faint furrow in his brow gave away his concern. Still, he couldn't resist a jab. “As for Sylvie, she'll be fine. She's not the type to fail, and if she has to drag that walking tin can back here by his ridiculous suit, so be it. They'll manage.” He paused, his gaze shifting to Thor as he noticed the tension in his brother's posture. He was trying to be more hopeful. For all their banter, Loki felt the same knot of unease twisting in his chest. It was maddening to wait like this, unsure if his plans—or their allies—would fall apart.

“Thor,” Loki prompted after a moment, his voice softer. “They'll return. I've… learned that Midgardian is quite resourceful. And Sylvie… well, she's got my blood, doesn't she?” He smirked faintly, though his eyes remained fixed on the horizon, silently willing the portal to appear. Thor gave a nod. Hoping against all odds they'd hurry the hells up! 

“You're right. Tony's a smart man…he can find a way out successfully…and she has your blood flowing through her…she'll be fine. I've learned over the years Loki never surrendered…to the odds stacked against them…” his voice was warm, hiding the nervousness gripping his heart as he looked where Loki was looking.

***

Sylvie found the door with ease, staring at it blankly for a moment as she looked at Tony. “You have the suit of armor, you…” She stopped, deciding against her words before opening the door almost silently.  She peered in, seeing the man tied to a chair and the way he looked at her with a look of shock and horror made her have to stifle a laugh. “Found him…”

Mobius had woken up. Though his vision was blurry and his head throbbed so painfully it wasn't funny. He could barely see, could barely focus or breathe or think. He felt weaker and weaker, but was holding strong...he was resilient as always. He closed his eyes to shield his vision from the harsh light. He didn't try to wiggle free, didn't try to even move a muscle. His body was in far too much pain to move much. He didn't think he would get free, but he also had faith that even if he died here they would never find Loki, that's all he cared about. He could hear the constant steps outside through muffled sounds, opening his eyes as he glanced at the door.

“Coming...to finish the job?” Mobius mumbled to himself as he smiled a bit, blood trailing down his mouth and chin as he blinked, waiting for the soldiers to come inside. Mobius looked up at Sylvie. He was sure he was dead now. He was glad at least someone found his Tempad...though it wasn't who he had hoped it would be. He was more nervous she was here to end him herself and that thought alone left his heart racing faster again. “Hello...Sylvie…” Mobius spoke in a horse tone, his throat throbbing as he spoke. Sylvie glared at him.

“Silence...don't hurt yourself worse…” She snapped as she looked at Tony with a smug look on her face. Tony stepped into the room too, his eyes immediately scanning Mobius for injuries. The man looked rough—pale, tied to a chair, his voice hoarse—but he was alive. That was enough for now. He crouched in front of the man, his suit retracting just enough to free his hands for better dexterity. He didn't miss the wary glance Mobius shot Sylvie's way.

“Hey, Mobius,” Tony said, keeping his tone light as he reached for the bindings. “You look like you've had a hell of a day. Lucky for you, Iron Man makes house calls. Let's get you out of this mess, alright? You're gonna be fine. We've got you,” he said firmly. Then, with a slight glance toward Sylvie, he added under his breath: “Though next time, let's work on the whole 'don't get captured' thing, yeah?”

Sylvie looked at Tony before turning her back to them to keep a lookout. She'd not speak a word at the moment, she didn't think anything else needed to be said to be honest. Mobius was gladder to see Tony than he felt he had a right to be. He let out a heavy sigh of relief as he just gave a slight nod. “I didn't get captured...I freed you guys...why in the hell are you back here...?” He tried to sound mad, tried to sound upset, but he was just plain tired. He fought to remain conscious. “Though I can't lie...I'm glad to see you...both…” His words were hushed, growing quieter by the moment as he tried to fight the desire to just pass out. Tony crouched lower, his face etched with determination and barely contained frustration. His hands moved quickly, working to undo the bindings holding Mobius in place. Every second felt like a year as he glanced at the agent's pale, exhausted face.

“Yeah, yeah, you freed us, big guy,” Tony muttered, his tone a mix of urgency and deflection. “Hero of the hour, cue the dramatic music. But right now, you're the one needing a rescue, so save the lecture for when you're not about to pass out.” As the last knot came undone, Tony caught Mobius by the shoulders before he could slump forward completely. Tony managed to prop him up enough to glance over his shoulder at Sylvie.

“Hey, blondie!” Tony barked, his voice loud to cut through the tension. “Portal. Now. Get us back to Tweedledee and Tweedledum before this guy decides nap time is more important than survival.”

Sylvie gave a nod, opening a portal behind Loki and Thor quickly using the Tempad as she was commanded to. “Let's go!!” she nearly shouted as she closed the door to the room they were in and stood by the glowing portal. “You carry him. The second he's out with you I'll be behind. And trust me when I say, I'm not staying behind in this damned place!” she assured Tony as she waited by the orange door. Mobius blinked slowly, his eyes heavy but managing to stay conscious. He didn't want to be any more trouble than he already was. After all he knew he didn't have the strength to walk so Tony would have to carry him, and that was already trouble enough to Mobius.

Loki's eyes narrowed as the orange portal shimmered open, his fingers itching with the overwhelming urge to do something. Anything . But, all he could do was wait. Wait for Tony to carry Mobius through. Wait for the threat to pass. His eyes flicked to Thor, then back to the portal, heart racing. The uncertainty clawed at him, but he knew that Tony, for all his faults, would always manage to pull through. If anyone could do it, it was Tony Stark. The moment Mobius stepped through the portal, Loki's heart seemed to stop. His eyes locked onto the man's battered, pale face, the bloodstains and the unnerving stillness of his body. His breath caught in his throat. He had never seen Mobius like this. Never imagined he could look so... broken. Loki's mind was racing, panic gnawing at him despite the icy façade he kept trying to maintain.

“Mobius?” The word came out in a whisper, his voice strained. Loki's feet moved before his mind could even catch up, rushing toward them, his hands instinctively reaching out to check for signs of life. His fingers hovered above Mobius' chest, the blood that still stained his clothes making his skin crawl. What happened to you? What did you do?

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The moment Mobius stepped through the portal, Loki's heart seemed to stop. His eyes locked onto the man's battered, pale face, the bloodstains and the unnerving stillness of his body. His breath caught in his throat. He had never seen Mobius like this. Never imagined he could look so... broken. Loki's mind was racing, panic gnawing at him despite the icy façade he kept trying to maintain. “Mobius?” The word came out in a whisper, his voice strained. Loki's feet moved before his mind could even catch up, rushing toward them, his hands instinctively reaching out to check for signs of life. His fingers hovered above Mobius' chest, the blood that still stained his clothes making his skin crawl. What happened to you? What did you do?

The chaos of Loki's thoughts only seemed to heighten his anxiety. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. Not for Mobius. Not for anyone. But he couldn't help it. Every shred of his composure began to crack as he took a step forward, barely batting an eye at Sylvie when she arrived. Thor quickly turned and moved, ushering Tony and Mobius through and away from the door gently. He looked at the door again, watching as Sylvie walked through. He smiled a bit, watching her close the door and looking at the men around her. 

“Sylvie…” Thor's voice was calm yet loud, making the woman jump. “Good job.” He praised as he looked at Loki. Placing his hand on the upper section of Loki's back. “Steel yourself, brother. It's okay. We can get him tended to…right, Stark? If not here, then Banner can help, no? He's a doctor.” he mentioned Banner in hopes to help the situation. Not to mention Mobius wasn't the only one who could use some TLC, Sylvie could use some time to heal too. Sylvie looked away, as if trying to say she didn't need praise, yet there was the softest hint of a smile on her face as she avoided eye contact. 

“I did my part, Loki…” she mumbled under her breath, barely loud enough to be heard. Mobius looked over at Loki, a slight smile on his tired face.

“Hey…good to…see you…partner…” Mobius' voice was so quiet and weak, his gaze was distant and eyes dull. He was clearly near passing out despite his best efforts to fight. Loki barely registered Thor's words of reassurance. His gaze was locked on Mobius, his heart lurching at the sight of his friend so pale, so drained of life. Thor's hand on his back was a distant pressure, Sylvie's words a faint hum in the background. None of it mattered right now.

“Mobius…” Loki said again, his voice trembled ever so slightly as he stepped forward, his usual composure cracking like brittle glass. “You're an idiot,” he muttered, his voice low, but the concern in his tone was unmistakable. His hands hovered over Mobius, unsure where to start, afraid to touch and cause him further pain. Finally, he settled on resting a hand gently on Mobius' shoulder, his grip firm enough to ground but soft enough to avoid hurting him. “You shouldn't have done this alone, you should've waited. You—” He stopped himself, taking a deep breath to steady his emotions. “Never mind. You're here now. That's what matters.” He glanced over his shoulder at Thor, as he barked an order. 

“We need to get him somewhere safe. Now. If Banner's nearby, summon him. If not, we'll figure it out ourselves.” Turning back to Mobius, Loki's expression softened again. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper.  “You're going to be fine, Mobius. Just stay awake a little longer, alright? No drifting off on me. I don't…” His voice faltered for a moment. “I don't want to lose you.”

“He's not nearby. But Tony can fly, he can get Mobius to the hospital quicker than any of—” Sylvie cut Thor off.

“Don't waste time, brother. He won't survive a flight. It's easier to open a portal. Either me or Loki can. I'd suggest it be you, Loki. You know this timeline far better than I. I've never been to New York before. But if you don't know either, then we're just gonna have to make do with what we do know…which is magic.” Her words were sharp, and she made sure they'd pierce through Loki's emotional state. “Focus now, Loki! You can't afford to lose focus. If we need to resort to magic, then both our powers together should suffice, no? I do know healing magic, though not expertly, I do know enough to get him through the worst. Do you know any healing spells?” Now her voice softened, standing up and walking over next to Loki, her hands already starting to flicker green with magic. Mobius remained silent. He heard every word Loki said. He just didn't have the strength to speak. Thor didn't like this. He hated feeling useless, but he was no good at much else except fighting…so here, he was useless. Loki's jaw ticked as Sylvie's words cut through, but he refused to let them destabilize him. His focus was locked on Mobius, his trembling form clinging to Tony as though his life depended on it, which, in truth, it likely did.

“I know that,” Loki snapped at Sylvie, though his voice was low, almost distracted, as he leaned closer to Mobius. “You think I haven't considered every option? I will not let him die—not here, not like this.” He tilted his head toward Mobius, his voice softening as he muttered, almost to himself, “You're not allowed to go anywhere, do you hear me? I didn't drag you out of that infernal place just to lose you now.” Sylvie's suggestion rang in his ears, healing magic. Yes, he knew some rudimentary spells, but they were crude compared to what Mobius needed now. Still, they couldn't wait. His hand began to glow faintly green as he gathered his magic.

“Stay with me, Mobius,” Loki said firmly, his voice a low, urgent murmur. His hands moved carefully, pressing magic into the wounds. “Don't you dare give up. You've survived worse than this.” Loki refused to look at anyone else. His whole world, for now, was the trembling man before him. Sylvie moved in closer, her hands glowing the same green magic as Loki's as she began to help. It was clear at this moment her spells were stronger. After all she didn't have nursemaids and healers to heal her if she got hurt, she had to do it alone. She touched places Loki wasn't, focused on healing the deeper insides of the wounds over the outside. To her, skin and muscle could heal, she had to focus on anything broken or internally bleeding.

“We can do this, Loki. You won't lose him…I promise.” Sylvie had no fucking idea why she was helping. Maybe Tony rubbed off on her just a little with the whole 'hero' business. She glanced at Tony for a split second, her green eyes shining as magic pulsated throughout her body as she returned her focus to Mobius.

Loki's hands hovered over Mobius' body, his magic swirling around him, seeking out the worst of the damage. Every time Mobius' chest barely rose, Loki's breath caught. He couldn't do this alone. He could feel Sylvie working beside him, her magic melding with his own. The connection wasn't something Loki had ever considered, but in that moment, it felt…right. The green light of her power illuminated the room, a constant reminder that they weren't alone in this. The tension in Loki's shoulders eased just a fraction, but only just. He glanced at her briefly, his gaze hard. They were in this together. Whether they liked it or not, they had to be. For Mobius.

“You'll be fine,” Loki murmured, more to himself than Mobius, though he continued to look down at the man, his fingers brushing across the side of Mobius' face with a gentleness that belied the storm raging inside him. Before long, Mobius' wounds seemed to close up. Not fully, but enough to pull him from the danger zone. He was still fairly injured and would need bandaged up, but he was not going to perish, not this time. Mobius slipped into unconsciousness somewhere in the midst of being healed, no one knew when, but he was breathing. His heartbeat was stable, his body still warm, but he didn't seem as in pain as he had been moments earlier. After a while longer, Sylvie pulled back. She looked at Loki, placing her hand on the man's shoulder. For now, Mobius was out of immediate danger. He wasn't out of the woods yet, but Loki felt a sliver of relief that he wouldn't die on him today. Sylvie's hand on his shoulder jolted Loki out of his thoughts.

“That's the best we can do for now...He will definitely survive. Just needs rest, and a safe place...I suggest the so-called Avengers Tower...that is, if the owner doesn't mind another thing being added to his ever-growing tab?” She suggested as she looked at Tony. “What do you say, hero? Willing to take these three with you back to the tower and tend to the agent?” Sylvie purposefully left herself out of the equation. She didn't plan on going with them, didn't plan on having to expose herself to more people, and she had learned the Avengers were dangerous and the last thing she wanted to be was stuck in their territory with no way to know where to go or if she would be able to escape.

“Avengers Tower?” Loki repeated, the bitterness creeping back into his voice. He didn't like the idea of walking back into that place, his last interaction with their 'heroic' group had been… far from pleasant. But the pragmatic part of him knew Sylvie was right. They needed to get Mobius somewhere safe, and if Tony Stark was willing to help, then there were few better options. He turned to Tony, his gaze softer, though still filled with the flicker of wariness that would always follow the trickster. 

“I'm assuming the offer of 'safe place' doesn't come with a hefty price tag, Stark?” Loki quirked an eyebrow, clearly trying to mask his unease with a bit of humor, though the tension in his shoulders didn't quite ease. He knew what Sylvie was doing, avoiding the Avengers, staying out of their sights, but Loki wasn't in the same position. He wasn't about to make a grand exit just to dodge more people. If there was one thing he'd learned from dealing with the Avengers, it was that sometimes you had to confront the storm head-on. “I'll go, for now,” Loki said with a weary sigh, moving to help Tony with Mobius. “But we'll need to have a serious conversation about all of this. Eventually. Once Mobius is stable, of course.”

Thor moved to help as well, deciding on picking the unconscious agent up himself since he was the strongest of the group. “Good then, it's agreed to go to the Tower...Are we walking or will you open a portal there, brother?” He asked, holding Mobius close against his chest, making sure to support him properly. “Or...wait...can you open portals? I can't remember all your magics…” Thor realized he may have asked a stupid request as he looked down at Mobius. He looked quite glad the man had been pulled from the claws of death, a smile on his face as he held him close and protectively. Sylvie looked at Loki, almost as if reading his mind she sighed a bit and walked over next to him.

“Okay, fine...I do still owe this tin man a debt so I can't technically leave yet...” Sylvie grumbled, only for Thor to laugh. Sylvie shot him a glare and looked at Tony and Loki. “Well boys...do something! Standing here isn't getting us closer to the stupid Tower…” She huffed in irritation as if she was being dragged along. Though in her mind she was. She would need time to focus on healing herself before long, and if the Tower was meant to be a safe haven she could use it to recover her own strength. So long as people left her the hell alone she would be 100% fine.

Loki narrowed his eyes at Sylvie, her grumbling gnawing at his already frayed patience. “If you're going to complain, Sylvie, perhaps you'd prefer staying here while the rest of us ensure Mobius doesn't slip back into the clutches of death?” He extended his hand, palm up, and wiggled his fingers expectantly. “The Tempad, if you please.”

“Like hell! This is mine!!” Sylvie gripped the Tempad to her chest. “If you take this, how else can I ensure my freedom? I can't be trapped in one timeline! And besides…you should go back to your timeline before you and the Loki of this timeline meet! Why not focus on that, not taking this away…or…are you saying you desire to take Mobius back to the TVA…if not then you don't need this…” she said quickly as she narrowed her eyes, holding it close as she backed away, though backed into Tony. She had forgotten he was there and looked up and back at him. “You can't let him take this…this is my only freedom…that was the deal!” she looked at Loki. “I brought you your precious little agent and I got my freedom…” she hissed as she glared at him.

Her words stung, not for their truth but for their audacity. He folded his arms, the green of his magic oscillating around him faintly in frustration. “Don't be ridiculous, Sylvie,” he said, “I'm not trying to take your freedom. You've made your point about that— repeatedly.” He took a step closer, his tone commanding, almost angry. “All I'm asking is that you use the damn thing to open a portal to the Tower. That's it. Then, you can keep your little trinket and vanish to whatever timeline you please.” He gestured toward Mobius, still unconscious in Thor's arms.  “Or perhaps you'd prefer to let him bleed out because you can't bear to part with it for thirty seconds? What exactly is the deal worth if he dies?” Sylvie's back pressed against Tony, and Loki's lips twisted into a faint smirk at her momentary misstep. “You made a deal, Sylvie. Honor it. Open the portal. Or shall we stand here arguing until the timeline collapses beneath our feet?”

She looked at the Tempad in her hands. She knew how Loki's were, she was one, she knew how they could be. How quickly they could betray someone. But he was right…and dammit she fucking hated it! She threw the Tempad at Loki, moving away from Stark and standing away from them all, as if she expected them to attack. After all, once people got what they wanted it often ended up in them attacking her.

“Open the door yourself, I don't know what or where the Tower is…” Sylvie snapped coldly as she crossed her arms. Magic swirled around her hidden fingers as she prepared to defend herself if need be. She was fully prepared to fight or run or whatever she needed to do to get away. She had already begun to regret playing hero and trusting these people…the throbbing of pain in her wound reminding her why she was meant to stay guarded, and she let that guard down, if this ended badly she could only blame herself. Thor watched looking at the scene unfold as he held Mobius. He looked down at the sleeping man in his arms, looking over his injuries that he could see with how he held him and then at Loki and Sylvie, last at Tony before just sighing.

“ENOUGH! I care not who opens the door, just open it, NOW!” his voice thundered loudly as he startled Sylvie from her thoughts, making her look at him. His eyes focused on Loki. Loki caught the Tempad effortlessly and opened it quickly. 

“You'd think I'd asked you to hand over the secrets of the universe, not simply open a portal.” Loki said dryly. “Stark's Tower, also known as the Avengers headquarters. Relatively simple coordinates,” he murmured to himself. A shimmering golden portal sprang to life in the air before them, casting warm light across the group. Loki stepped back, gesturing toward it with mock grandeur. Thor rolled his eyes but stepped through first, carrying Mobius as though he weighed nothing. Tony nodded toward it.

“After you, Houdini. Just try not to rearrange the furniture while you're here.” Sylvie looked at everyone, staying where she was. She already felt threatened. Loki scolded her like a child, it seemed he forgot she hadn't been here before, she didn't know what the hell the Avengers Tower was. Once Thor and Mobius were through, she looked at Loki and Tony, staying back and away from them. She wondered however who Tony was talking to, her or Loki, she certainly wasn't going to go through first, she'd be the last one through if she had anything to say about it. Sylvie looked at Tony. 

“Your turn…I'll be behind you.” she said, pointing to the portal as she looked at him. It was clear what little trust they had gained with her was gone quicker than it was gained somehow. Once Thor was through he went to one of the many personal rooms in the tower, one that wasn't being used, and laid Mobius down. He debated undressing and cleaning him up but decided to leave that to Loki. He didn't wish to irritate his brother by undressing his lover after all.

Loki glanced at Sylvie briefly. He wanted to reassure her, but the words caught in his throat. He understood her apprehension, but right now, his focus was singular: Mobius. Without another word, he stepped through the portal, trailing Thor closely through the Tower. When he saw Mobius lying on the bed, his heart clenched. Even though the worst seemed to be over, seeing him like this—so still, so vulnerable—sent a wave of guilt crashing over Loki.

“You could have at least covered him with a blanket,” Loki muttered as he approached the bedside. He waved his hand, and the blanket from the foot of the bed nestled itself around Mobius' form.  “Thank you for bringing him here.” He knelt beside the bed, his fingers brushing against Mobius' hand. It was warm, his heartbeat steady, a sign of life. Loki let out a small breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

“You idiot,” Loki murmured under his breath, his voice soft, almost affectionate. “Throwing yourself into danger like that... You've no idea how much trouble you've caused me.” He looked back at Thor. “Fetch some water and clean bandages. He needs to be cleaned up and properly tended to.” Loki snapped at him.

Thor just chuckled. “Yes, brother.” he retorted as he left. He went around and got a big bowl of very warm water and washcloths. He carried a medical kit by the straps in his teeth as he walked back in. He sat the big bowl of water down and then placed the towels and rags next to it. Then lay the med kit on the bed.

“Here we go. Anything else, dear brother?” he asked, and though his tone was teasing there was no malice behind it. He was attempting to lighten the mood. Loki glanced up as Thor entered, his teasing remark met with a faintly exasperated sigh. 

“Yes, very amusing, Thor. Your efforts at humor are unparalleled,” Loki quipped, though his words lacked their usual sharpness. He nodded toward the supplies. “That will suffice.” All of a sudden, not long after Thor returned, Mobius opened his eyes. He looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling. His heart began to race, mind panicking at where he was. However, as he glanced over he saw Loki and Thor and relaxed. He sat up, forcing back a wince as he looked at Loki.

“Loki…” Mobius spoke softly, realizing he wasn't in as much pain as he recalled being in before now. “Where are we now..?” he asked as he looked at the brothers. Loki's attention snapped back to Mobius when the man stirred. Relief flooded through Loki, though he masked it behind a carefully neutral expression. The sheer panic in Mobius' gaze softened as recognition dawned, and Loki leaned closer.

“Mobius,” he said quietly,  “you're safe. We're in the Avengers Tower. We brought you here to recover, away from the wretched TVA.” Loki reached out, lightly placing a hand on Mobius' shoulder to stop him from moving too quickly. “You shouldn't push yourself. You've only just started to heal, and I'll not have you undo Sylvie's hard work or mine.” His green eyes searched Mobius' face for any signs of lingering pain or discomfort. “You gave us quite the scare,” Loki added. “And before you ask, yes, Thor's here as well, doing his best to be helpful, though his methods remain... unconventional.”

“Hey! I thought I was doing a good job!” Thor huffed a bit and crossed his arms. Mobius laughed, though it was a little breathless as he looked at Loki.

“You hurt his feelings, Loki!” he chuckled a bit as he looked at Loki. His eyes did show some pain, though not as much. Not like the pain Tony and Sylvie had seen. He looked around a bit. “So, this is the Avengers Tower…never been here before…” he said quietly as he sighed a little. His gaze returned to Loki smiling a little. “You and Sylvie helped…you worked together…? Wait, where is Sylvie? And Mr. Stark?” he asked, rubbing at his eyes a bit as he looked at Loki. Though then he looked down at himself. 

“I need a shower…I'm covered in…oh that's right…I remember what happened now…” he sighed. “If I go back to the TVA they'll surely kill me…but we can't escape their gaze forever…” he sighed again as he looked at Loki. It was clear from those words Mobius didn't want to go back to the TVA but had no idea of what to do otherwise and how to avoid the wrath of the time keepers.

Loki shot Thor a playful glare. “Oh, don't pout, brother. You've done adequately,” he said with a wave of his hand before refocusing entirely on Mobius. Hearing Mobius laugh, even breathlessly, sent a wave of relief through Loki, but it didn't do enough to quell his worry. He was still knelt next to Mobius' bedside, leaning slightly to better meet Mobius' eye level.

“You're not wrong. Thor's feelings are delicate. But don't worry, I'll mend them later,” Loki said with a smirk. “Sylvie and Stark are handling themselves for now. Probably having some ill-advised tête-à-tête about trust or something equally tedious,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “But you? You're not handling anything except resting.” He stood and grabbed a clean cloth Thor had brought in. “You can bathe, but only after you've rested a bit more. You're still pale, and I'm not having you collapsing in there.” Loki hesitated at the mention of the TVA. “Forget the TVA for now. Forget their ridiculous authority and their 'gaze.' They can wait. You need to focus on recovering before we talk about what's next. I know it's difficult to set aside, but you don't have to face that right now. Let me take care of you, Mobius, just for a while.” His words came out softer than he intended, betraying more of his concern than he liked, but he didn't move to take them back.

Mobius listened intently to Loki. Then looked at Thor, who smiled at the compliment from his brother. He thought it kind of cute how they seemed to get along now. “I appreciate your concern…but I'd rather shower first and rest after. Who wants to rest covered in blood…?” he sighed a bit, though made no move to actually get off the bed yet. “Though there are a few issues. One being I have no clothes here and two being you're right, I could collapse in there and then what…?” he sighed as he looked down at himself again. Thor spoke up with what he thought was a brilliant idea.

“Why not help him shower, brother? You could watch over him easily that way, right? As for clothes, I'm sure one of the Avengers has something you could borrow. While you're bathing I'll go searching for clothes.” To Thor this was okay. They were both men, and sure Loki had feelings for Mobius but surely it was okay to bathe together? After all, Thor and the other warriors on Asgard used to do it all the time. And nothing ever happened that was strange. Mobius looked up at Thor, his face turning a dark shade of red. How could he so casually say something like that!?

Loki raised an eyebrow at Thor's suggestion, his gaze shifting from his brother to Mobius, who was now clearly blushing. Loki stared at Thor for a moment, his lips parted slightly in disbelief as his brother's 'brilliant' suggestion hung in the air. The corner of his lips twitched as if he might have smiled, but his expression remained neutral.

“Oh, you're quite the matchmaker, aren't you?” Loki replied, in faux reproach, though there was a subtle warmth behind it as he glanced at Mobius. He couldn't entirely ignore the implication of Thor's suggestion, but… “Perhaps it wouldn't be the worst idea,” Loki added, his tone nonchalant as he met Mobius' eyes, a glint of something unreadable flickering in his own. “I could certainly keep watch while you… refresh yourself. As for clothes, I'm sure Stark would have something to lend, though I'm not sure how well he would react to the idea of a 'borrowed' outfit.” He smirked slightly. Despite his teasing words, Loki thought about how Mobius must have felt—vulnerable and exhausted.

“But, of course, it's entirely up to you,” Loki continued, choosing not to push further. “We're in no rush.” Mobius gave it some thought. He wasn't always the most confident man. But he was sure Loki had seen his fair share of naked people…though maybe that's what made him feel so self conscious. The man was a god…who was typically surrounded by extraordinary people of all genders. He just gave a small nod.

“Okay. If it gets me clean I suppose it's fine.” he smiled, looking at Loki, then Thor.

“Don't worry, I'll have clothes for you when you get out!” Thor promised and left, leaving Loki and Mobius alone. However, one could easily catch a smirk on Thor's face, he knew exactly what he did. And he wasn't ashamed. Loki was very much right, he was playing matchmaker and it worked perfectly.

“I'll let you lead the way then, Loki.” Mobius said with a smile. His tone was calm, though his voice was a little weak still he seemed to be doing rather well for his condition. Loki had long learned to mask his emotions, but with Mobius, it seemed far more difficult. An almost teasing smile spread across his lips as he stepped closer to him.

“Ah, Mobius… always so eager to please,” Loki mused, his voice velvety, but carrying a note of concern that only Mobius might pick up on. “But perhaps you've been on your feet long enough. We wouldn't want you to collapse from exhaustion. After all, you need to conserve your energy for… other matters.” His eyes danced with mischief, but the intent behind his words was sincere. “Why don't you let me handle this for once? I'll prepare you a bath. You needn't worry about standing any longer.” Loki didn't wait for a response, already strolling into the adjoining bathroom and reaching for the ornate taps. The sound of water filling the tub was almost soothing, like a lullaby meant to wash away more than just dirt and blood. Mobius waited in the bed, finding the way Loki was acting cute. He wished he could have argued, talked back, or even denied Loki's claims to be true. But he couldn't. Loki was right. He was exhausted, and weak, and didn't truly want to move much.

“Thank you…” was all he said to himself since Loki was already in the bathroom. He looked at his hands, looked over his injuries that were mostly healed, it seemed. He smiled. He could still feel the buzz of magic against his skin from Sylvie and Loki, though he wasn't sure if that was true or just his imagination at play. He leaned back against the wall now, letting the coolness of the wall ease some of the tension in his back. He closed his eyes again, resting a bit as Loki had asked while he waited for someone to return, whether it be Thor or Loki.

Loki moved quickly and with purpose, his thoughts surprisingly focused as he prepared the bath. He knew the importance of making Mobius comfortable, especially after everything he'd been through. He gathered the supplies that stocked the Tower bathroom carefully: soft towels off the rank, ointment from the mirror cabinet, and bandages from the drawer. Tony wasn't one to be cheap. As he worked, a thought lingered in the back of his mind—a quiet curiosity about how Mobius was really holding up. It was strange, he mused, how much he wanted to help the man, how much it felt like second nature. But that thought was fleeting, a shadow quickly brushed away as he turned to check on the bath, satisfied with the warm water. Loki's movements became purposeful again, as he made his way back to the bedroom. He paused just outside the door, his eyes softening as he watched Mobius resting against the wall. The sight of him vulnerable, weary, yet still so alive, made something in Loki's heart throb.

“The bath is ready,” Loki said, calmly. His eyes lingered on Mobius' wounds for a moment, a silent reminder of the chaos they all had survived. “I've gathered everything we need. You should let me help you with those—properly.” He didn't give Mobius a chance to protest, moving closer and extending a hand toward him. “Come now, let's get you cleaned up,” Loki said, his voice soft but laced with something that, for once, he couldn't quite hide. “You've earned this much.” He waited, patient, his eyes never leaving Mobius, offering not just help, but an unspoken promise of care, of understanding. Something Loki wasn't used to offering, but at this moment, he couldn't resist.

Mobius' eyes fluttered open, looking up at Loki then to his extended hand. He reached out and took his hand, using what strength he had to get off the bed. “Okay, okay. You've talked me into it. Though I'm starting to feel guilty, you know? You've taken care of me a lot since we met.” He laughed. It didn't seem like he hated it, there was humor and amusement in his tone. His eyes had a shine to them that expressed that he was just picking on Loki. He seemed a bit more relaxed now. 

“Guilty, you say? Nonsense. You act as though I don't enjoy this—” He stopped himself, making a vague gesture between the two “—indulging in being useful, that is.” As Mobius gripped his hand tightly, startled by Thor's entrance, Loki's posture stiffened protectively. His gaze flicked to the door, but as soon as he saw his brother, he relaxed slightly, though not without an annoyed glare. Thor's loud footsteps were heard. Mobius didn't mean for it to, but they startled him, making him grip Loki's hand until he saw it was Thor, then he calmed down a bit.

“Brother, I found some clothes! I got them from the laundry room, so no telling whose they are, but we need not worry about that!” He was half lying. He did indeed get them from the laundry room, but they were his. And they would be big on Mobius. But he figured if Loki didn't know whose they were, and considering he never saw Thor in casual clothing here on Migard, then Loki wouldn't worry about the consequences, and maybe not get jealous that his crush was wearing his brother's clothes. The clothes looked soft. And were oddly dark in color. Definitely not something Thor would normally wear. It wasn't much. A thin dark blue long sleeve shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. It was an outfit Thor slept in once or twice but nothing more. He got hot too often so it wasn't comfortable for him, but given that Mobius had lost quite a bit of blood and was surely going to be cold for a while, even after the bath and especially in the air conditioning of the Tower, he figured this was the absolute best option. Mobius looked at the clothes and smiled a bit.

“Someone will miss them…but like you said, we'll deal with it later…right, Loki?” Mobius questioned as he looked up at Loki. Loki's expression softened as Mobius took his hand, though he rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh at the man's teasing.

“Must you always stomp about, Thor?” he hissed out, though his voice was quiet, mindful of Mobius' state. When Thor revealed the clothes, Loki's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He knew his brother too well to believe this wasn't some sort of ploy. However, he said nothing, not wanting to upset Mobius with unnecessary bickering. He gave Thor a pointed look but turned his attention back to Mobius, his hand steady as he helped him toward the bathroom.

“Don't encourage him,” Loki muttered dryly in response to Mobius' remark, though the faintest ghost of a smile touched his lips. Once they were in the bathroom, he eased Mobius onto the closed toilet seat next to the tub, his movements careful, precise, and unusually tender for the god of mischief. Loki knelt beside Mobius, carefully inspecting his injuries under the better light. They looked better, but not fully recovered. 

“Let me take care of these,” he said softly. “You've been through enough without worrying over whose garments you're wearing or what trouble Thor has inevitably caused.” He reached for a cloth and some of the ointment he'd prepared. He dipped the cloth in the warm water from the running tub and started with the injury on his shoulder, taking the old bandage off, pulling his collar to the side for the time being.

“Mobius, if you're going to feel guilty, at least know that I do this because I want to, not because I have to. That should absolve you, hmm?” Loki paused, meeting Mobius' eyes for a brief moment. “You've done more for me than you realize,” Loki added quietly, his voice almost a whisper before he returned to his task, fussing over every detail with meticulous care.  “Now, into the bath with you before I decide you've squandered all my patience for the day.” The teasing lilt in his voice returned, though his hands remained gentle, his attention unwavering. Mobius gave a chuckle and nod as he let Loki take care of him. He felt a bit calmer now. And honestly, he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying Loki's attention being focused on him. He finished getting undressed, though his movements were slower than he preferred. He then stepped into the bath with some help. He sat down and back, a low hum of calmness escaped as he almost immediately closed his eyes. The water was perfect. It was warm but not hot. And damn, it felt like heaven. After nearly two minutes, he opened his eyes and looked up at Loki.

“Thank you, Loki…for not leaving me behind.” Finally, he admitted that he didn't want to be left behind. Finally, he let himself admit he was happy to be saved and out of the TVA. “And for the record…it's really nice to see you and Thor getting along so well…though the longer you're here in this time line the more a chance you and his version of you may become one. I learned while I was stuck there that the reason two variants of the same person, you and the version of you that's in the Asgard prison, is because if they were to meet or touch they could basically fuse…not you and Sylvie though. Because she's not only from a different timeline but she's also a female.” Mobius explained. Though his voice was calm and he seemed to be fully relaxed and enjoying the warmth. This didn't seem to be stressing him out anymore either.

“Loki…” Mobius whispered. “I don't want to go back…to the TVA…” Loki's eyes stayed on Mobius as he eased himself into the bath and tried to focus on wiping away the remnants of dried blood from Mobius' arm, but his mind betrayed him. The water glistened against Mobius' skin, and Loki found himself admiring the soft curves and strength beneath the surface, the details he wouldn't dare admit he liked aloud. He caught himself staring at Mobius' bare shoulders, how the water rippled around his chest, and quickly looked away, pretending to focus on rinsing the cloth in the water. A faint blush crept along his cheekbones. When Mobius spoke, his words pulled Loki from his quiet thoughts. The vulnerability in his voice struck a chord Loki rarely allowed himself to feel.

“You don't have to thank me,” Loki said, firmly. “I would never leave you behind. Not now, not ever. You are…” He hesitated for a fraction of a second, searching for the right words. “far too important for that.” As Mobius shared his knowledge about variants and timelines, Loki listened intently, his brows furrowing slightly. The idea of fusing with another version of himself was intriguing, and troubling. But the moment Mobius whispered his name, his attention was back on him.

“You won't go back,” Loki said, his voice low but resolute as he put the cloth down on the edge of the tub. “Not if you don't wish to. You don't have to go back to the TVA, Mobius. You've done enough for them. Sacrificed enough. Whatever happens, we'll figure it out. Together.” He paused, his gaze searching Mobius' face. “You deserve more than the TVA. You deserve a chance to live, to be free. And if I end up having to burn their precious order to the ground to ensure that, so be it.” Loki's lips curved into a faint, almost shy smile. “Besides,” he added, a touch of humor returning to his voice, “Thor would never forgive me if I let anything happen to you. He's far too invested in this... partnership of ours.”

“I'm important to…wait, partnership...oh, right! He does seem to like me, doesn't he?” Mobius chuckled. He did notice Loki had been staring, and it left him blushing as well. He felt his eyes focus on Loki as he tried to look away, but the blush across the gods face was far too cute! “Loki…can we stay here? With your brother and his friends?” he asked quietly, moving his hand to reach out to touch Loki but stopped and put his hand back into the water as he looked away, having hesitated, afraid to push too far. He didn't want to ruin what friendship they already built, he refused to lose his first real friend because he misunderstood something or the meaning of his words.

Loki's eyes widened ever so slightly at Mobius' question, then a deeper blush went across his pale cheeks. He opened his mouth to respond, but paused, his gaze turning away briefly as if weighing the implications. Staying with Thor and his so-called friends, people he seemed to clashed with endlessly, was not something Loki would normally entertain. Yet, here he was, seriously considering it. His gaze returned to Mobius, catching the way he'd started to reach out before pulling back, as if afraid of overstepping. Something about that small, hesitant movement made Loki's chest tighten, and he found himself speaking before he'd fully thought it through.

“If it's what you want, then… I'll consider it,” Loki said softly, his tone unusually gentle. His fingers brushed absently against the cloth in his hands, though his attention was fully on Mobius. On how he was lying here naked in front of him in the bathtub, the water with a slight pink hue now from the washed away blood. Yet Loki still felt comfortable. Like he was in his element here, taking care of Mobius. He looked at the water, now shifting with much more ease as he looked at Loki. He smiled happily at the man's words.

“Thank you. I know it may not be easy. But I'll make sure they don't pick on you.” Mobius chuckled a bit as he looked at him. He reached out and moved a strand of Loki's hair out of his face. His hand was wet and warm as it barely brushed against Loki's cheek. He wanted to see the blush on his face. “And again, thank you for taking care of me. I'm thankful to have a friend like you.” he seemed so happy right now it was almost infectious. “So after I'm clean and dressed, what next? Maybe food, if possible? I'm starving…and since time flows here unlike in the TVA things will become a bit weird for me…” Mobius chuckled as he stretched slightly. Loki's breath caught for the briefest moment as Mobius brushed a strand of hair from his face, the touch warm and lingering just enough to send a faint shiver down his spine. He was certain Mobius knew what he was doing—at least he hoped so, for his pride's sake. Still, Loki recovered quickly, his lips curving into a sly smile, the blush Mobius was hoping to coax from faded slightly but undeniably present.

“Well, aren't you chivalrous,” Loki quipped, leaning just slightly into Mobius' touch before pulling back, his tone light with amusement. “Though I hardly need protection from Thor and his band of merry fools. I can handle myself—and them.” At the mention of food, Loki tilted his head thoughtfully, but something Mobius had said nagged at him. 

“Before we discuss your next meal,” he began, standing gracefully and folding his arms across his chest, “is there anything you left behind at the TVA? Anything you need? Personal belongings, trinkets, perhaps?” He smirked, clearly enjoying the image of himself waltzing back into the TVA. “Because if there is, say the word, and I'll drag you along to retrieve it. Or I'll go alone if you'd prefer.” His voice dropped, taking on a low, almost purring quality as he added, “It would give me an excuse to threaten some pitiful agents. I've been told I'm quite convincing when I want to be.” Loki crouched again, bringing himself eye level with Mobius again, his gaze flicking briefly to the water and his form before returning to Mobius' face. “Of course, you'll owe me for such a favor,” he murmured, his voice smooth as silk. “I imagine we could come up with some creative terms.”

“I imagine we could come up with quite the creative terms for repayment of all you've done.” Mobius chuckled as he looked at Loki. He had to think about his answer. He didn't really have personal effects, and was almost never allowed them. But there was something he had gotten from a timeline he visited once that he was allowed to keep. It was stupid but it was his.

“Ah! There is one thing. It's a keychain I keep in my desk. It was simple to be honest, just a little trinket but it was the only thing I was ever allowed to keep. I got it back. My earlier TVA soldier days. It's the only non-work item there. If you find yourself there to cause trouble, could you grab it?” he asked. He looked at Loki, blue eyes shining as he asked. He had to give Loki a reason to go cause trouble.

“Oh, and steal a Tempad while you're there. That way if we need it, we have one. I don't think Sylvie will give us mine back. And they took hers.” Mobius laughed as he debated what to truly do next. He was nervous at the thought of letting Loki go alone to the TVA but he knew the man could handle it…or hoped he could at least. “You'll be careful right…?” he asked hesitantly as he looked at him. The idea of a keychain being the sole item Mobius had held onto from the TVA spoke volumes, and for some reason, that small detail made Loki's chest hurt. He nodded, tucking the information away like a secret only the two of them shared.

“A keychain and a Tempad,” Loki repeated, his voice smooth and laced with quiet amusement. “Simple enough. Though I can't promise I won't take a few… souvenirs of my own while I'm there. Perhaps a file or two, just to keep them on edge. I'll fetch your things once you're settled. Rest assured, Mobius, I have no intention of letting those clockwork bureaucrats best me.” Loki leaned in slightly over the rim of the tub, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “But don't think for a moment that I'll leave you here to fret over me. I'm a god, remember? The god of mischief. Causing trouble is what I do best.”

“I know very much who and what you are. But god or not...you're worth worrying about. And anyone who says otherwise is a fool.” Mobius' words were not harsh, more stating a fact. Though he smiled and watched as Loki leaned over the tub. Him being so close made Mobius blush a bit, causing him to glance away for a few seconds. “And do give them hell...and take anything you want. It could be fun to see the trinkets they hold from other timelines they've done away with…” He sighed a bit at the reminder of the work they did. Sylvie being who she was, was the fault of their actions. He decided no longer to be a part of that. After all, the thought of creating more people like Sylvie made his heart hurt. He looked at Loki, watching the man carefully, thinking about what the TVA planned to do with him...he was glad they were free, and hoped that Loki would someday forgive him for the wrong the TVA had done to him. Loki's smirk faltered, replaced by an expression that was far more genuine, almost vulnerable. Mobius' words struck something deep within him, the kind of honesty he wasn't accustomed to hearing. For a moment, he was silent, letting the sentiment hang in the air before he allowed a faint, self-deprecating chuckle to escape.

“Worth worrying about?” Loki repeated softly, “Now, that's a rare sentiment. Most consider me a lost cause at best and a menace at worst.” He tilted his head, his eyes searching Mobius' face, lingering on the faint blush that colored his cheeks. Loki's eyes had a bit of mischief returning as he leaned in closer, deliberately invading Mobius' space. “But I'll allow it—if only because it's you,” he murmured.

“Well, you're far from a lost cause Loki. You never were. But you definitely are a menace, but the best kind.” Mobius laughed as he looked at Loki, watching him get closer and blushing a bit darker as he slightly shifted back, his heart racing a bit. “L-Loki…Why are you moving so close? If you get any closer you could fall into the water…” he teased a bit, though he wouldn't fully mind bathing with Loki given the chance…though not in this kind of water, not with it being tinted with his blood. He thought about it, a small chuckle escaping as he thought about Loki falling into the water. He scratched at the hair on his chest a bit, yawning slightly as he looked at him.

“So once I'm settled you're going to leave me here with the Avengers…Will they bite me?” he asked teasingly. Loki's grin turned devilish at Mobius' reaction, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned even closer, his movements deliberate and slow. He rested one arm casually off the edge of the tub, his fingers brushing against the water's surface, as if testing the temperature—or perhaps Mobius' patience. At his teasing about falling into the water, Loki let out a soft, mock-offended laugh.

“Do you think me so clumsy? If I were to fall in, it would only be because I intended to.” His gaze remained where Mobius scratched his chest, staying for a moment too long before returning to his face, his expression entirely too pleased with himself. “Though, if you wanted company in this bath, all you had to do was ask.” Slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Mobius' cheek with delicate care. His touch was light, his palm warm against the slight chill of Mobius' skin. 

“You've a habit of downplaying yourself, Mobius,” Loki murmured, his tone soft but teasing. “You act as though the Avengers would find you unworthy of their attention. Let me assure you, they'll be far more concerned with keeping their eyes on me. After all, I'm the supposed menace, am I not?” Loki allowed his fingers to linger, his thumb brushing along Mobius' jawline before dropping his hand back to the edge of the tub. He leaned back just slightly, still close enough that their breaths could mingle, his smirk never faltering. “But I'll make you a deal,” he said, his voice dropping, “If any of them so much as consider biting you, I'll return from the TVA in a blaze of glory and remind them precisely why they should never cross me.” The playful edge in his voice deepened as his grin widened and his gaze flicked down pointedly. “Though, if you'd prefer… I could leave a few marks of my own first. Just to ward them off, of course.” Mobius turned a very dark shade of red at every word Loki spoke. His mouth failed to form words as his heart raced. He opened his mouth to speak, though closed it as he struggled to find the words.

“If I had known you joining me was an option…I would have checked that box first.” he chuckled nervously. Rubbing the back of his head a bit as he avoided eye contact. “As for leaving your own marks, I think marks from you would be more enjoyable than the wounds I have across my body.” he spoke as he kept his gaze on anything other than Loki. Damn this god and silver tongue! It made his heart race and confused him on what to say. He had never felt this way before, but he didn't hate it, not fully at least.

Loki's smirk deepened as he watched Mobius stumble over his words, his usual composure melting away in the heat of their proximity. The nervous chuckle, the way Mobius avoided his gaze—it was delightful, intoxicating even. Loki leaned forward again, slowly, ensuring Mobius felt the weight of every inch between them shrinking until their faces were tantalizingly close.

“You would have checked the box, you say?” Loki murmured, his voice a velvet purr. “How terribly careless of you to overlook that option, Mobius. But don't worry…” His eyes gleamed as he tilted his head, his lips just barely curving into a smile. “I'm here now to rectify the oversight.” Loki's hand reached out again, this time his fingers gently trailing along Mobius' arm, following the soft swell of his muscles. He let the touch linger, his thumb brushing over the skin as his eyes traced every expression on Mobius' face, the way the man avoided his gaze only to steal a glance back at him.

“I'll admit,” Loki continued, voice low and hushed, “I've never been particularly fond of the marks people leave on each other. Those are often uninvited. But with you?” He let the sentence sit in the air, for a moment “I think I could make an exception. Something special just for you.” Loki smirked again, his fingers hovering just above Mobius' shoulder before drawing back slightly, giving him just enough space to breathe, but never enough to fully escape the magnetic tension. “But don't worry, Mobius. I'll take my time. No need to rush.” He added with a wink, “Unless, of course, you want me to…”

Mobius' breath hitched at Loki's touch, his eyes following Loki's movements until he pulled away, then he looked at Loki, his blue eyes full of a hidden desire and uncertainty. He had never felt this way before, not that he could ever recall. His heart felt like it was going to leap from his chest and his thoughts were zipping through his mind so fast it made him dizzy. Loki had such a strong effect on him, and made it look so easy to unnerve him, to make him fall apart, and yet he knew normally he wouldn't be this easy to control. Though, apparently he was for Loki? He had to think of an answer, had to give himself a second to collect his thoughts. His skin already missed the feel of Loki's touch even though he barely touched him at all. And though he did want to be marked…wait? What? Why was he thinking like that? He scolded himself mentally, though it held no actual bite to it as he looked into Loki's eyes.

“N-No! No need to rush I…I do however enjoy the closeness…and…and would like for you to rectify my oversight…” Mobius' words were shaky, and he wished he could blame it on his injuries. But he couldn't, and he knew this, so he didn't even try. The look he gave Loki was almost a pleading glance, but pleading for what, was the real question.

Loki's lips quirked upward at the sight of Mobius' flustered expression, the way his breath hitched, the way he seemed to battle with himself internally. There was something so enthralling about watching Mobius teeter on the edge of desire and uncertainty, the unspoken yearning clear in his glance. Loki could feel his own pulse quicken, the heat rising in his chest, but he relished in the power of this moment. He had his Mobius exactly where he wanted him.

But Loki never could leave well enough alone for long. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to slice through, and as much as Loki wanted to press the moment further, he could feel the water cooling beneath them. A reminder that they couldn't stay like this forever. His fingers traced the edge of the tub, mind racing with possibilities, but for now, he needed to pull back, to leave Mobius wanting. 

“Ah, Mobius,” he said, his voice still teasing. “You make it so very difficult to resist. As much as I enjoy the view... I must insist you get out of the bath.” He leaned in, just enough to ensure Mobius would feel the closeness of his presence. “Besides, you're in no shape to be lingering in water that's too cold, not with those wounds. I promised to take care of you, didn't I? Let's get you out of here, so I can properly attend to your injuries. I'll make sure you're as comfortable as possible.” Loki had reached down, his fingertips ghosting over Mobius' shoulder, encouraging him to follow instructions. Loki's eyes sparkled with the kind of playfulness that made him such a dangerous temptation. He picked up a fluffy towel he'd put aside for Mobius. “Come now,” he added, voice lowering to a more coaxing tone, “out of the water, and we can tend to your body properly. I wouldn't want you to get sick, after all.”

Mobius couldn't hide the slight sulk in his look. He knew Loki was right, but to leave him so wanting was cruel! And he knew Loki knew it. But he followed Loki's instructions. He managed to stand up, the water cascading down his body as he stood up. He reached out and grabbed the towel from Loki's hand gently, pulling it over his body and stepping out of the water very carefully so as not to get Loki wet, or slip…he'd hate to slip. Once out, he began to work on drying himself, starting with his hair and face so that the towel wasn't covered in possible drops of blood. He peeked at Loki from the towel, blushing a bit darker as he began to pat himself dry carefully as he didn't want to strain himself much.

“You're such a tease you know?” Mobius huffed a bit. He wasn't annoyed, he was pouting, and it was cute. He was, however, thinking about the next few moves they'd have to get through. Loki tending to his wounds, him getting dressed, meeting the Avengers, getting food and Loki going back to the TVA. It all left him feeling slightly overwhelmed. He was sure Loki would be fine. He was sure he'd be okay. But after all that had happened in such a short time…would everything go well, this time? Or would they need to rescue Loki next? He had to hope that everything would be okay. He had to hope, had to believe. He kept patting his body dry gently, but clearly his mind was somewhere else as he looked at the floor now.

Loki caught the hint of sulking on Mobius' face, and though he found it utterly charming, he also couldn't help but feel a small pang of guilt for leaving him hanging just a little too long. He had, after all, enjoyed every second of this teasing. As Mobius seemed lost in his thoughts, Loki took the opportunity to grab the clothes Thor had fetched earlier. Loki approached him, the soft fabric of the clothes in his hands, his eyes scanning Mobius' figure as he moved. He stood a little too close when he reached him, picking up his other things he needed too while placing the clothes on the counter for the moment. There was quiet concern in his voice breaking through the playful façade

“You're a mess, Mobius,” Loki murmured, fiddling with the tube of ointment. “But at least you're an adorable mess.”  He reached out to gently smooth back Mobius' hair, trying to fix it to its usual orderly state. “Be careful with yourself,” Loki's voice softened, a little more serious now. “Don't overthink everything. I'll go back to the TVA when it's necessary, but for now... you're safe. Now, move this, will you? I need to get this ointment on your shoulder, where the wound is still healing.” Loki's words were kind but firm, his hand hovered near it, as though ensuring the careful application of the ointment would not cause any discomfort. “You've been through enough already, Mobius. I'd rather not have this wound trouble you again.”

“Hm, oh right!” He moved the towel away from his body, giving Loki full access to all the small wounds and such he had scattered across his skin. He looked back at Loki, a small smile on his face, though quickly replaced with a sudden light dusting of a blush across his cheeks as he realized Loki called him adorable. “I don't think I'm the adorable one here. But thanks for the compliment.” Mobius smiled as he looked down at his body. “I have a lot of healing to do...and would enjoy more time with you before you head off into the lion's den again…” He didn't fully think about what he just admitted to, wanting to spend more time with Loki. But it wasn't a lie. He wanted to get to know Loki more, wanted to befriend him further. But above all else, he didn't want to risk losing Loki to the TVA, so he was nervous. Though those nerves calmed the more Loki talked.

“But you're right. I need to not think about things that aren't happening right now. I'll focus on the now.” He smiled at Loki, standing still so he could do whatever he would need to do. Loki carefully applied the ointment to the still-healing wound on Mobius' shoulder, his hands steady as he worked, though his thoughts were elsewhere. He could sense the subtle shift in Mobius' demeanor—his admission, his desire to spend more time together. Loki could feel a warmth creeping into his chest at the thought, but he didn't allow himself to dwell on it too long. Instead, he finished the last touches on the wound, gently pressing a large bandaid over the wound. 

“Well, you certainly don't need any more compliments from me,” Loki teased softly, his voice a little warmer now, but there was still a playful edge to it. “Though I suppose if you're set on being modest, I can't stop you.” His fingers worked gently over Mobius' other small injuries, spreading the ointment with careful precision. Loki's eyes didn't leave Mobius' face, but he was well aware of the unspoken words hanging between them, the desire to be near each other, to keep this delicate moment intact before it slipped away like all the others. It was more than just the physical care Loki was giving; there was something deeper beneath it. When Mobius spoke again, his words hit Loki in a way that made him pause. Loki had been so caught up in the task at hand that he almost didn't register the sincerity behind Mobius' statement. He wanted more time. And it wasn't a fleeting thought, it stayed. The blush on Mobius' cheeks didn't go unnoticed either. Loki set the ointment aside, his voice low and sincere as he looked Mobius in the eyes. 

“I understand. The thought of leaving this moment, of going back to the things we can't control... It's unsettling. But we'll face that when it comes. Right now, all we have is this.” Loki gave him a small smile, one that was softer than any smile he had shared in ages. He took a breath, and then, ever the provider of unwanted assistance, he broke the brief silence.

“Well, now that you're all healed and comfortable…” He gestured toward the clothes he had set aside, still teasing, though there was a trace of concern in his words. "Would you like help changing into these, or should I leave you to your own devices?” His tone was playful, but his gaze was warm, full of genuine care. He had made sure Mobius felt safe enough to share his thoughts, so the least he could do was provide the space to make sure Mobius felt as comfortable as possible moving forward. Loki's hands itched to help in ways far less simple than this, but he knew that patience was key for the moment. Still, he couldn't help but chuckle a little as he added, “I'm happy to assist... though I might have a little too much fun with it.”

Mobius chuckled a bit, loving how caring Loki was. It seemed almost odd given who many thought the man was at heart. He felt warm, and safe and honestly happier than he had been in quite a long time. And he didn't want it to end at all or at least, not any time soon. He wanted to hold onto this moment as long as he was able.

“You always know exactly what to say…how do you do it?” Mobius asked, clearly impressed and happy. And visibly calmed down from his earlier warring thoughts, for now at least. He thought about Loki's offer and smiled a bit. “If you're happy to assist, would you? I'd rather not undo all your hard work by moving too much.” It was almost as if it was a chance. Maybe even a tease shot Loki's way. Payback for riling the man up so much just to pull away so easily. Loki's eyes darkened slightly at the playful challenge in Mobius' voice, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he leaned a bit closer. He could practically feel the game between them now. And Loki was never one to shy away from a challenge.

“Well, it's not so much that I know what to say,” Loki purred, his voice dripping with the same teasing edge he was known for. “It's more that I know you. And I've come to realize that a little... well-placed wordplay can work wonders on someone like you. But you, Mobius, you make it easy to say the right things. All you have to do is... be you.” His voice dropped lower, like a caress. “And if I'm being honest, you're quite good at it.” When Mobius mentioned his injury and the playful invitation to assist, Loki couldn't help but chuckle, the sound low and full of promise. He reached for the clothes, holding them in one hand as he looked up at Mobius with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“I suppose I can help. Though I have to say, you've already gotten me quite distracted.” As he carefully moved closer, his fingers brushed lightly against Mobius' side as he adjusted the towel, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary. The warmth of his skin felt electric under his fingers, a reminder of the closeness that neither of them had explicitly acknowledged yet. Loki smirked, though it was laced with something deeper, something more intense.

“If you insist, then,” Loki whispered, “I'll be more than happy to make sure everything stays in place.” His lips quirked into a flirtatious smile, leaning just a fraction closer. “And I'll take it slow, for your sake... but only if you promise to let me enjoy every moment.” The air between them seemed to crackle, as if both of them were holding their breath, unsure of where this might lead. But Loki didn't mind the uncertainty; it was part of the fun, after all. It was Mobius who had brought this particular moment to life, and Loki was very eager to see how far he could take it.

Mobius almost instantly regretted his words yet he was excited for how his words seemed to draw Loki back in at the same time. The look in the man's eyes as he grabbed the clothes left Mobius stunned and at a loss for words, though Loki was good at leaving the man speechless. He listened to every word, nearly clung to it as he listened to how Loki's tone changed, and still it left him wanting more than just words, even though he knew he shouldn't. He knew they hadn't met that long ago, and he shouldn't want so much from someone he just met but it was hard not to when that person was Loki. 

The second Mobius felt Loki's touch against him again his heart rate spiked, and yet he didn't tense up this time, he let out a very soft sigh as he glanced at Loki, admiring the look in the man's beautiful emerald eyes…it should be against the law for someone to be as good at this as Loki was. Though if Mobius really did make it easy for him then Loki didn't have to try hard. That thought made Mobius wonder if he had fallen too easily, it wasn't like he could have stopped himself…he didn't want to stop himself either, all he wanted was this moment, wherever it led to. And to find the right freaking words to say!

“I promise…enjoy every moment you want.” Mobius' voice already trembled slightly, and he felt embarrassed. He could feel the way the air constantly shifted between them, each change left his mind racing with possibilities and promises of what could happen that only made him desire so much more. He'd let Loki have full control of the moment, right now it just felt like the right thing to do, or maybe it felt that way because Mobius wanted to feel something other than pain, even if just for a second. Even if the moment only held the feeling of Loki's hands against his body a while longer, or the feeling of his breath across his skin as he dressed him, it was far better than what he had been feeling lately and would be a very welcome change.

Loki's smirk deepened at Mobius' trembling words, the slight crack in his voice a reminder of just how much power he held in this moment. He leaned in closer, the space between them disappearing as he slid one of the sleeves over Mobius' arm with care, his hands brushing against Mobius' skin in a way that was too intentional to be accidental.

“Good,” Loki murmured, his voice velvet-soft and dripping with mischief. “Because I do plan to enjoy every second of this. And,” his emerald eyes moved up to meet Mobius' with a glint of something far more daring, “I'll make sure you do, too.” Loki stepped around him with practiced grace, grabbing the shirt's hem and pulling it up gently over Mobius' other arm, taking far longer than strictly necessary. His fingers danced along Mobius' shoulders as he adjusted the fabric, his touch lingering as he smoothed the material into place. His hands grazed the edge of Mobius' collarbone, his thumb just barely brushing against the still-sensitive skin of his neck. Loki's smirk didn't falter as he reached for the next article of clothing: boxers. The fabric dangled from his fingers as if it were some precious relic rather than a simple piece of clothing. He knelt before Mobius with all the dramatic flair of a knight swearing fealty. Loki nudged his foot.

“Come on, lift your leg a moment. You can hold my shoulder if you need,” It took all the strength Mobius had to remain stable and not shy away. Every touch against his skin left him feeling as if it would tear his sanity to shreds in all the right ways. It left him shy, embarrassed and yet begging for more mentally. He watched Loki move with such grace and ease, almost like a cat! Then he couldn't unsee the thought of Loki with cat ears in his head and slightly smiled. Though as Loki knelt down his eyes went wide. He was far closer to…fuck! He had to stay calm! At all costs, had to stay calm. And thankfully, the embarrassment seemed to be able to keep him grounded, for now at least. Mobius placed his hands on Loki's shoulders and lifted his leg just enough for Loki to do what needed to be done. He was so thankful for the highly oversized shirt he had on. It was nice, and soft and warm, but also long and big, hiding most of him from view.

Once the boxers were in place, Loki reached for the sweatpants. He leaned in closer, his hand brushing against Mobius' thigh as he slipped the fabric around his ankles, taking the opportunity to look up once more, catching Mobius' gaze with an expression that was equal parts wicked and affectionate. His hands were steady as they slid the pants higher, fingers brushing Mobius' calves with care. The oversized shirt draped around Mobius, concealing most of him, and Loki's smirk widened as he noticed how the fabric acted as both a safeguard and a tantalizing barrier.

“You know,” Loki mused, his tone carrying a hint of mock severity as he tugged the pants upward, brushing them into place against Mobius' hips with an infuriating gentleness, “you really should let me dress you more often. I could make a habit of this... if you're willing, of course.” With a final tug, Loki adjusted the waistband, his fingers lingering just a moment too long at Mobius' hips before retreating. He stood, brushing nonexistent dust from his hands with a flourish, his smirk firmly in place.

“There,” he said, stepping back to admire his work. “Properly dressed.” He couldn't resist a comment, leaning slightly closer under the guise of fixing his collar. “You're remarkably endearing like this, trying so valiantly to keep your composure. It's almost a shame to cover you up.”

Mobius' mind raced as fast as his heart. Every touch sent shivers down his spine and left him slightly trembling with anticipation of the next touch. His body started to feel warm all over, a lustful look began to form in his eyes as he tried to hold himself together just enough not to make a complete fool of himself. Though Loki's soft hands made it much harder to keep calm. He listened to Loki's words, a bit embarrassed by his offer.

“Y-You…want to keep dressing me like this? But why?” Mobius asked, his mind racing with confusion as to why he would want such a thing!? But he wasn't complaining, just curious. “I mean…I can't say I'd mind, but…wait, why is it a shame to cover me up!?” he asked quickly, his face turning a dark shade of red as he looked away quickly, avoiding the look in Loki's eyes. “I…you know what…I…um…” he had to think straight. “Do you know how hard it is to keep myself together when you're this close!?” Mobius huffed a shy and embarrassed tone as he tried to calm himself down the best he could. Loki was enjoying watching Mobius unravel like this before him, each new shade of blush only fueling his delight. His emerald eyes sparkled with amusement and something darker, more enticing, as he stepped just a fraction closer.

“Not necessarily dressed like this,” Loki said, his tone rich with amusement, yet his gaze bore into Mobius' with startling intensity. “I could dress you in whatever you fancy, Mobius. Silks, leathers, perhaps something more casual. You deserve no less, after all.” He reached out, brushing a stray droplet of water from Mobius' temple, his fingers trailing down just enough to certainly give him goosebumps.

“As for covering you up…” he paused, feigning thought, though his smile betrayed his intent. “Why would I? When you look utterly captivating, it feels almost criminal to hide you away.” Mobius' shy outburst earned a low chuckle, and Loki leaned in again, his voice dropping to a whisper.  “How hard is it, truly, to hold yourself together when I'm this close?” He tilted Mobius' head up with a curled finger, the tip of his nose almost brushing Mobius' hair as he added, voice silkier still, “Because if you're struggling now… I wonder how much further I could take you. How much would it take to make you fall apart completely, hmm?” Loki pulled back just slightly to get a better look, giving Mobius space to breathe, but not enough to truly escape. Mobius looked up at him, his body slightly tense but quickly melting into Loki's touch. His eyes closed for a few seconds before reopening them.

“You are...ah…” Mobius' words failed him, his mind racing faster as he looked up at Loki. His blue eyes shining brightly as he took a small breath. “I don't know how much more teasing I could take from you. You are much better with words than I thought anyone could ever be.” he complimented, though he was also very much enjoying this moment. “But you do make it hard to resist your charms, Loki.” he was rambling, trying to change the subject just slightly. Loki was in his head, and he didn't have much thoughts going through his mind that made sense to him either. “But I wonder…what do you hope to gain from teasing me, Loki? What do you desire to happen?” he asked curiously. In all honesty, he couldn't help but wonder, he wanted to know. Mobius' compliment, his flushed skin, the rambling attempts to deflect. Each was fuel to the fire Loki was stoking between them. The vulnerability in Mobius' voice and the heat in his gaze only spurred Loki on.

“Oh, Mobius,” Loki murmured, his voice low and silky, dripping with seduction, his gaze dropped to his lips for a moment. “Do you really think this is mere teasing? I don't play games without purpose. When I want something... someone... I take them. And as for what I desire to happen…” he spoke, his voice a low, intimate pitch. “I want to see you let go. I want you to stop fighting yourself, to stop holding back.” Loki's gaze strayed to his lips again as he once again brushed his fingers though Mobius' hair, ghosting over his temple, trying to get it to return to its usual state. “But first, we'll need to rebuild that strength of yours. I'll have you in bed—not for rest, mind you, though I suppose you could use that too—and I'll bring you something to eat. After all, I can't have you fainting on me before I've had my fun.”

“That much I do know…you're a man who always has a plan of attack. An end goal…and it seems your end goal is…wait…” Mobius stopped as he listened intently. A shiver going down his body at the tone Loki took, that intimate sound that came from this god left him nearly speechless as he listened intently. “You want me i-in that way!?” his voice cracked, and ended up coming across as nearly a squeak, the shade of red his face, ears and neck turned made his body overheat a bit. “I…” he was at a loss for words, there was absolutely no way he could think of what to say now. Not when Loki made his desires and intentions so clear…and left Mobius wanting the same thing. His only response was a quick nod of agreement as his head began to spin. He slightly leaned into the touch of Loki's fingers in his hair as he tried to find the words to speak, but this time none came out. Loki's lips curled in satisfaction as Mobius' reaction unfolded exactly as he anticipated. That squeak of disbelief, the crimson flush spreading across Mobius' face, neck, and ears—he drank it all in and seared it into his brain. It was a sight he didn't want to forget soon.

“Did you really think I'd play my hand this openly for anyone less deserving? But as much as I enjoy seeing you squirm vertically, I'd rather not have you fainting into my arms before we've fully explored the limits of your endurance.” Loki said. He straightened and offered his hand, palm up, elegant fingers beckoning. “Come. Let me take care of you properly.”

Mobius nodded a bit, taking Loki's hand carefully and very gently. He knew Loki was right. Though he didn't think he would faint he also couldn't be sure. He looked down at his hand, now on Loki's as his heart raced, enjoying the warmth he could feel from Loki's smooth skin. He gave Loki's words some thought, and couldn't help but wonder why exactly Loki thought he was deserving of such attention. What made him so worthy of this god's affections? He would have to ask some day when his words weren't getting stuck in his throat before they could form. He looked back up to meet Loki's eyes, giving another nod at his request to let him take care of him.

“Okay…” He managed to say through the haze in his brain Loki had caused that left him nearly completely speechless for a while longer. Loki was pleased by his shy compliance. He gave the man's hand a small squeeze, as if to silently reassure him, before guiding him gently toward the bed. Every movement was unhurried, all of Loki's attention focused entirely on Mobius as though the rest of the world had ceased to exist.

“'Okay,'” Loki echoed, his voice a smooth murmur, teasing. “You do have a way with words. Ever so eloquent.” Loki peeled back the covers before seating him on the edge of the bed. He helped him lie down and moved to adjust the blankets over him. The god's fingers brushed fleetingly along Mobius' thighs as he tucked the fabric securely, his gaze flicking upward to catch what he knew was going to be a deepening flush on Mobius' face.

“There we are,” he said softly, standing to his full height and taking a moment to survey his work. His hands rested on his hips, head tilting slightly as his jade eyes stayed on Mobius “Perfectly situated.”

“Thank you Loki, thank you for everything.” Mobius spoke softly as he lay down and tucked in. The warmth of the bed made him hum calmly as he closed his eyes for a few moments. He felt like this bed was swallowing him whole, and it made him melt in all the right ways.  “I don't think I've ever laid in such a comfortable bed before…” He admitted with a soft smile as he looked up at Loki. “You should try it.” Mobius smiled up at him, an offer extended to maybe pull Loki into the bed with him, his own moment of attempting to be slick with his play on words, though he was sure it wouldn't work. Not yet at least. Loki's gaze softened as Mobius settled into the bed, the warmth of the room mirroring the warmth between them. He was pleased by Mobius' quiet gratitude. Loki wasn't used to such sincerity, not that he minded in this moment. There was something about Mobius that made even Loki want to be a little more... genuine .

“I'm glad to hear it. Though I do believe you might be spoiling yourself with this, considering Stark's expensive tastes.” Loki teased. “Such a tempting offer…” he murmured. “But I suspect you may want me in a different way than merely sharing the blankets, don't you? Perhaps something more... intimate?” Loki's fingers lightly traced the seam of the bedspread, his gaze flicking back to Mobius, clearly amused by the challenge he saw there. He could feel the heat radiating off of him, and yet Loki enjoyed prolonging the chase, savoring the tension that filled the space between them. “Before I entertain such thoughts, however,” he added, half-teasing, half-serious, his voice dipping lower, “are you sure you wouldn't rather have real food? I imagine your appetite hasn't fully been sated... or maybe it has?” Mobius gave Loki an innocent look, one that swore it was only wanting to share covers, though it definitely wasn't.

“No, no. It was just an offer to share the warmth of my newfound bed.” His words were innocent sounding, though the hint of something more was clear in his tone. “And you're more than enough for me. I do think I will need to get actual food eventually...though I can push that off a while longer if it gets you in bed with me sooner.” Mobius' words were teasing as he looked at Loki with those innocent blue eyes. Though his body betrayed him completely as his stomach growled. Quickly, his face turned a shade of red for a completely different reason and he looked away swiftly, looking at the wall with embarrassment rolling off him in waves even Loki could feel. 

“Apparently my stomach has different desires than me...” He mumbled shyly, as if cursing his stomach for defying him. Loki couldn't help but laugh softly at the sound of Mobius' stomach growling, the poor man clearly torn between his desires and his physical needs. Loki's eyes glimmered with amusement as he watched Mobius' embarrassment spread, and he stepped closer to the bed, kneeling next to it so he was just at eye level for Mobius, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Ah, so your stomach has other desires, does it?” He teased, leaning in closer, crossing his arms on the edge of the bed. “I think we could make it happy, don't you? And perhaps soothe your other cravings along the way.” He raised an eyebrow with playful curiosity. “Shall I surprise you, or do you have something in mind? I'm at your service, after all.” Loki's words held a tantalizing edge, offering Mobius the choice while still making it clear that he was willing to cater to him in whatever way he wanted, being in a generous mood.

“Anything is fine. I'm not a very picky man. Well, not normally that is. Unless it's sweets, then I can become a bit picky.” He admitted as he looked up at Loki, watching the way he looked at him, falling in love with the way the man looked. The gentleness of his voice, and the way he seemed so genuine and sweet. He loved it all. He wanted to protect this side of Loki, wanted to keep it for himself. “I suppose that means I'm to wait here until you return?” He asked, almost as if pouting at the thought of Loki leaving his side. He had already so quickly gotten used to Loki being there and wasn't sure he was ready to let him leave, maybe he had grown a bit greedy after such a short time. That was Loki's fault.

“I shall remember that for future reference. For now…You'll have to stay here, of course. I'm sure the Avengers won't mind me borrowing something from their supplies.” Loki gave Mobius a wink, clearly amused at the thought of his little 'mission.' “Or if you prefer, I can fetch you a playmate—perhaps Thor if you truly enjoy his company,” He paused. “But really, you're in good hands, aren't you? All you have to do is wait and rest while I return with a meal. Sweets included, if I must.” Loki said. “But don't think for a moment that I've forgotten you... or your cravings, darling. I'll return soon enough.” He took Mobius' nearest hand in his, holding it with the utmost gentleness before he brought his hand to his lips, pressing a slow kiss against his knuckles. He lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary, before pulling away.

“Wait for me. I'll be back before you know it.” Loki placed his hand back down carefully on the mattress before straightening with a smirk and turning to leave the bedroom. His footsteps were light and purposeful as he left the room, his mind already swirling with ideas of how to procure a decent meal for Mobius.

That was it! Mobius' heart stopped at the feeling of Loki's lips against his knuckles. The second Loki was out of the room Mobius threw himself backwards, covering his face with his arm quickly as he tried to will his body to work properly.

“For the love of the gods, Loki…” he whispered the man's name as he was left alone. “What have you done to me…” he spoke to himself, not caring how crazy it made him seem. He wondered what Loki would bring him, what he could get ahold of. He did like the idea of company he'd not ask for any. After all, his focus was on the hopes of Loki returning soon.

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“Wait for me. I'll be back before you know it.” Loki placed his hand back down carefully on the mattress before straightening with a smirk and turning to leave the bedroom. His footsteps were light and purposeful as he left the room, his mind already swirling with ideas of how to procure a decent meal for Mobius.

That was it! Mobius' heart stopped at the feeling of Loki's lips against his knuckles. The second Loki was out of the room Mobius threw himself backwards, covering his face with his arm quickly as he tried to will his body to work properly.

“For the love of gods Loki….” he whispered the man's name as he was left alone. “What have you done to me…” he spoke to himself, not caring how crazy it made him seem. He wondered what Loki would bring him, what he could get ahold of. Though he did like the idea of company he'd not ask for any. After all, his focus was on the hopes of Loki returning soon.

Thor looked at Loki as he seemed to be on a mission. He smiled at his brother. “Ah, you're here! Does that mean everything is going well? Is there anything I can help with?” he asked enthusiastically. He knew the Avengers Tower now very well so he held hope that he could do something to help. Loki, still walking with long strides, stopped momentarily when he heard his brother's voice. He turned with a half-smile, his expression sly.

“Thor,” Loki greeted with a tilt of his head. “You are ever the eager one. Everything is... going perfectly as planned, for now. Though there is one small matter I require your assistance with.” He paused, running a hand through his hair as he considered his next words. “I need something for Mobius. A light meal, preferably a soup or stew of some sort. Nothing too heavy, mind you. He's been through... quite a lot, and something gentle on the stomach would do wonders. Think you can manage that, brother?”

“I can! Though you know as well as any I'm a horrid cook. But I can get exactly what he needs!” Thor spoke confidently. He knew a good place to order from that would be perfect for the man's needs. “But what about you? You'll need something too, right? When was the last time you ate anything?” he asked. He was calm, yet there was a hint of curiosity as he asked, as if he already knew the answer, and already expected Loki to decline. Even if he had, Thor would still ensure Loki had something. His question was merely to give Loki a choice of his own meal. But if he chose not to take it Thor would grab him something he would think Loki would eat. Loki raised an eyebrow at his brother's enthusiastic response, suppressing a chuckle. He didn't doubt Thor's resourcefulness, but his cooking skills were... legendary in their ineptitude. Still, Loki appreciated the thought.

“I've been far too busy to think about such trivialities, Thor. But I suppose I could eat, if only to avoid an inevitable lecture from you.” He waved a dismissive hand, almost as if he didn't want to be coddled. But his words were meaningful in their own way.

“Good. Then you head back to the room, and I'll grab you both something to eat. Is there anything else? Or just a meal?” he asked, watching how Loki tried to dismiss him. He wasn't going to be dismissed so easily. Thor was going to make sure Loki had everything he needed or wanted. He wanted to make sure they both were going to be happy. Especially Mobius, after everything he had been through. “I guess by that I mean anything to drink or some kind of dessert?” he elaborated, almost as if he felt the need to do so. Loki considered the offer for a moment, looking back at Thor with a thoughtful expression. He knew Thor wasn't about to leave him alone with his own plans, and frankly, Loki appreciated it, no matter how much he liked to pretend otherwise.

“Hmm…” Loki's knowing smile played at the corner of his lips. “Key lime pie. I recall he has an affinity for it, and it might be just what he needs to lift his spirits. It's a good way to thank him, I suppose, for putting up with my… presence.”

“Got it! I'll head off now. If you think of anything else…um…” he had to think. “I'd say call me but I still don't have a phone so…tell one of the Avengers. They'll figure out how to tell me. Or use magic. I'm sure you can get messages across somehow.” Thor laughed as he turned to leave. He was now on a mission and was honestly excited. He'd not let his brother down. After all he was on a personal mission to do better by his brother. And he knew it all started with baby steps. He left the tower swiftly, heading to the first place to grab the food Loki wanted. He was practically buzzing with excitement and focus as he walked. He knew where to go and what to get. He just hoped Mobius and Loki could be patient…mainly Loki, who wasn't known for his patience.

Loki waited until Thor was fully gone, the faint sound of the lift signaling his departure. Once alone, the god of mischief sighed and stood in front of the mirror by the room's corner, eyeing his current attire with a hint of disdain. 

“This will not do,” he muttered, brushing nonexistent dust from his shirt. Raising his hands, he allowed a shimmer of green and gold magic to flow around him, his expression smug as the transformation began. His casual clothes dissolved into swirling tendrils of darkness, replaced by a sharply tailored all-black suit that hugged his lean frame perfectly. A high-collared black shirt with subtle emerald accents peeked out from beneath the blazer. His hair, slightly tousled, framed his face in perfect disarray. He admired himself in the mirror, smirking. “Yes. This is far more appropriate. If I'm to wait, I may as well do so in style.” With that, Loki returned to Mobius' room, taking the chair by the bedside. He leaned back casually, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes roaming over Mobius, who was still nestled comfortably under the covers.

Mobius heard Loki return and peeked out from his hiding spot. He couldn't help but stare. Loki was absolutely stunning! The clothes were perfect for him, and they fit him well, accentuated his body style and skin tone and even brought out the color of his eyes. He was beautiful, and Mobius couldn't look away. He stared, blue eyes shining in amazement at how handsome one person could look in such an outfit. He also wondered where Loki got such elegant clothing. Did he make them with his magic or did he find them somewhere? He was betting it was magic, but regardless he was also curious about what the material felt like. So many freaking thoughts going through his mind when he was meant to be resting…dang it, how could he rest when Loki was sitting so beautifully next to him, he swore Loki knew what he was doing to him.

“You look amazing, Loki.” Mobius whispered, his mind racing again as he kept staring at Loki.

“Why, thank you, Mobius,” he purred. Loki's smirk widened at the way Mobius' gaze lingered on him, the awestruck expression in those blue eyes feeding his already considerable ego. He turned his head slightly, as though modest, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. Leaning forward, Loki rested his elbows on his knees, his chin lightly propped on steepled fingers.

“Food is on its way,” he said casually, as though he hadn't just stolen the very air from the room. “Thor is off playing errand boy. For once, his brawn is being put to good use. Soon, you'll be fed and properly doted upon.” He paused for a moment before asking more seriously. “How are you feeling, truly? I would know if your rest has helped, or if there's more I can do to ease your discomfort.”

Mobius chuckled at Loki's jab at his brother, though continued to listen before speaking. “I feel much better. I promise. After I eat I'm sure I'll be much healthier. Your care has done more than you know.” he said with a bright smile. Now he knew that Loki knew exactly what he was doing. He decided he wanted a better view and sat up now, looking over Loki's frame with awe. When Mobius sat up, Loki's gaze caught the way the mortal's eyes roved over him with undisguised admiration. Loki tilted his head slightly, allowing the faintest smile to creep across his face—a smile that suggested he knew exactly what Mobius was doing and was more than happy to indulge it. Loki leaned back in his chair, letting his long legs stretch out a bit in front of him, the new suit shifting perfectly with his movements. 

“Thor should be back soon enough. We shall see if his choices meet your approval. And if not, I suppose we could always banish him to the kitchens for a more personal touch.” Loki’s tone was light but tinged with mischief that never seemed to leave Loki for long.

Thor got the meal with ease, finding exactly what Mobius needed, and something he was very sure Loki would eat. He then made his way to a nearby dessert shop. He grabbed the pie Mobius liked, and something chocolate for Loki. Sweets were something that left him feeling curious when it came to Loki as he hadn't gotten to share any Midgardian food with him so he was unsure, but better than nothing, he thought as he began his venture back to the Tower with a happy hum. He wondered if Loki would be happy. But then recalled the fact he'd need to face his Loki before long. He had to. Otherwise things wouldn't get better…but he wasn't too sure he could muster the courage yet…

“Wait, Thor can cook?” Mobius asked with a small chuckle as he admired his new view. Finally Mobius' eyes settled on Loki's face. He looked into the man's eyes, listening to his tone and smiling a little. Just as he went to speak, a loud knock on the door tore through the thoughts in Mobius' mind. He looked at the door, a slight fearful look in his eyes as if he expected it to be the TVA. However, a familiar voice rang through.

“Brother, I've got your food! Open the door.” His words weren't harsh or commanding, but they did make it seem as if he couldn't open the door himself, and he couldn't. His hands were full. He had set the food out on a tray, both their meals and desserts accompanied by a bottle of water for them both rested on the tray he held. Mobius visibly calmed down at the sound of Thor's voice and a small sigh escaped him as he looked at Loki.

“It seems he has perfect timing.” he chuckled a bit.

Loki's eyes narrowed slightly at the sound of the knock, his peaceful moment with Mobius interrupted by none other than his brother. “Perfect timing indeed,” Loki muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a playful but exasperated smirk. “One moment,” Loki called, his voice mingling with frustration as he walked toward the door. As he reached the door, he opened it with a flick of his wrist, revealing Thor standing there with the tray of food.

“Ah, Thor, how delightful,” Loki said, his voice dripping with sarcasm but laced with affection for his brother nonetheless. “I trust you've brought everything I requested…” he looked at everything on the tray “...and more?”

“Of course I did! I may have more strength than intelligence but I do know how to take care of people, especially my own brother.” Thor huffed as if the words were an insult. Yet there was a playfulness in his tone that hadn't been heard since they were younger. Since before the whole throne business filled both their minds. 

“I got the sweets, his is the key lime, yours is chocolate, his stew, I got you a steak, I brought salads for you both because I know you prefer healthy eating half the time and I wasn't sure if he'd want one too. There's some bread rolls and crackers, and water for the drinks. Though if you prefer something other than water I can grab that. But with all that there was, water seemed the most fitting.” he smiled, holding the tray carefully. “Silverware are also on the tray, now if you could step aside I'll put this down and leave you and your lover alone.” he smiled as he looked down at Loki waiting patiently as his eyes shifted to where Mobius was glancing at him from the bed, making him chuckle a bit.

Loki's eyes widened in an almost comical manner at Thor's comment, the words striking him like a bolt of lightning. He hadn't quite prepared himself for that particular jab. In front of Mobius. He blinked rapidly, his mouth momentarily agape as he tried to swallow down the surprise and the slight cough that followed.

“Thor—!” Loki's voice came out in a strangled laugh, his embarrassment with a touch of annoyance. He quickly cleared his throat and forced a more composed expression, though his face still flushed with a faint hue of red. “By the Norns…” He shot a quick glance back at Mobius, his heart rate still not fully settled from the sudden bombardment of Thor's words. He wasn't quite sure what Mobius would think of that, and it was a little unnerving to realize that his brother's careless teasing had set his mind into a bit of a frenzy. Loki stepped aside as Thor had asked.

“Thank you for the food,” Loki managed to reply. “I'll...handle this for now.” He couldn't help but glance back at Mobius, an unreadable expression on his face as he awaited the inevitable fallout from his brother's remark. Would Mobius laugh, be embarrassed, or perhaps tease Loki in return? Loki had no idea, but he certainly wasn't prepared for it to be brought up so openly. Thor sat the tray on a nearby table, then pushed it to Mobius' bedside. He looked between the two, a bright smile on his face as he did an exaggerated bow.

“Enjoy dear brother, and brother-in-law.” he winked at Mobius as he swiftly left, laughing to himself as he closed the door behind himself. Mobius looked at Loki, his face suddenly turning red at the full realization of Thor's words. 

“He truly likes me, huh?” Mobius asked, his voice soft as he looked at the covered tray. He wanted the food hiding beneath, but his eyes shot to Loki, loving the moment he got to witness. “At least I'm not the only flustered one anymore. Though I'm a bit upset I wasn't the one that flustered you.” he did indeed tease Loki. A sweet innocent smile on his face as if he wasn't teasing. But trust him, he was! And he was enjoying it too. After all, Loki had been teasing him all freaking day. It was his turn to get at least a small jab in.

Loki let out an audible groan, dragging a hand down his face as he turned away from the door. Thor's booming laughter echoed faintly in the hall, and Loki briefly considered summoning a spell to lock him out of the Tower entirely. The nerve! 'Brother-in-law,' indeed.

“That insufferable oaf,” he muttered under his breath, though there was no real venom in his tone. He turned his attention back to Mobius, only to catch the soft teasing in his words—and worse, the smile. It wasn't an ordinary smile; it was one of those innocent-looking, absolutely infuriating grins that Mobius seemed to have perfected just to drive Loki mad.

“Oh, is that so?” he asked, his voice silken with mischief. “Upset, are we? That my boorish brother got under my skin before you could?” The smirk lingered for a moment longer before he straightened with a flourish, his usual elegance returning to mask the lingering flush in his cheeks. Loki grabbed the tray and began uncovering the food, taking far more care than was necessary to compose himself. He spoke without turning back around.

“Careful, Mobius,” he said, his tone a low murmur, “teasing me can be... dangerous.” 

“You've teased me up to this point, it's only fair I get a few teasing moments of my own, right?” he chuckled a bit, though silence washed over him as the scent of the food began to fill the room as Loki uncovered it. His mouth began to water and his eyes were instantly drawn to the tray. It smelled heavenly, and his stomach seemed to agree as it growled again, though this time he didn't blush. His mind was now completely on the food Loki was so carefully uncovering. He wanted it, wanted to taste something that may be more real than the food at the TVA, gods knew it smelled better. He was now very hopeful for the meal.

“That smells wonderful.” Mobius mumbled more to himself than anyone else. He began to look at Loki, his eyes wandering down to his ass, and suddenly he realized he was staring and quickly darted his eyes away. Loki set the tray aside then picked up the bowl of soup. Without waiting for any protests, Loki perched himself on the edge of the bed, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. He picked up the spoon, swirling it through the broth as though deciding whether it was suitable for royalty. After a moment of feigned deliberation, he turned his attention back to Mobius.

“Now, hold still,” he commanded, his tone just bordering on teasing. “You're in no state to fend for yourself, and I've no intention of letting you waste Thor's well-meaning effort.” With that, Loki scooped up a spoonful of the warm, fragrant soup and held it toward Mobius with the exaggerated patience of someone coaxing a stubborn child. His eyes glinted with mischief, but there was an undercurrent of genuine care as he leaned in.

“Thank you Loki, you're much too kind to me!” With that, Mobius didn't make Loki wait long, nor did he make any argument. He leaned forward and took a bite. It tasted amazing. It was warm, and hearty and every bit as delicious as it smelled. “Thor seems to have very good taste!” he hummed happily as he waited for another bite, even going so far as to open his mouth. Loki swirled the spoon again, dipping it into the soup, this time scooping up a bit of vegetable along with the hearty liquid before holding it up to Mobius' waiting mouth.

“Too kind to you?” he teased gently, his voice smooth. “Don't let Thor hear that. He might start expecting me to be kind to him as well.” He brought the spoon to Mobius' lips, his gaze lingering longer than necessary as he watched him take the next bite. “Though I must admit, seeing you this content almost makes me jealous of the soup.” As Mobius hummed with satisfaction again, Loki tilted his head, his tone adopting a mock seriousness. Loki's smirk was impossibly fond before readying the next bite with exaggerated care, holding it just out of Mobius' reach for a moment to keep him guessing.

“Tell me, do you intend to keep me here as your personal attendant? Because if so, I might have to negotiate my compensation. A kiss for every spoonful, perhaps?” Mobius thought about it, then a mischievous smile of his own appeared. The food was amazing, and he absolutely loved it, but also loved how handsome Loki looked. How in the hell could one man command such respect yet make his heart flutter so easily.

“I can agree with that compensation,” Mobius agreed, and without any words or warning Mobius shifted, using his hand to support himself on the bed as he leaned forward. His heart raced a mile a minute as he moved, but it was far too late to second guess this. He placed a gentle, soft kiss against Loki's lips, it was so gentle it was hard to feel, but it was definitely there and he had just kissed Loki. He pulled back from Loki, blue eyes shining with such a shy look to them, almost as if he expected to be scolded.

“Does that satisfy your fee for the moment?” he asked in a quiet tone. Loki froze for the briefest moment, the touch of Mobius' lips against his own catching him entirely off guard. For someone so practiced in charm and mischief, it was rare for Loki to be rendered speechless. But as Mobius pulled back with that shy, expectant look, a slow, devastatingly beautiful smile spread across Loki's face. He leaned in, lowering the spoon and ignoring the soup entirely now.

“Hmmm…” Loki pretended to hum in thought. “Adequate, I suppose. But you're setting a precedent.” Loki shifted closer, his movements deliberate and graceful, as though savoring the intimacy of the moment. His fingers gently brushed against Mobius' chin, tilting his face up slightly.  “If that's your idea of compensation, then I may be inclined to extend my services far beyond spoon-feeding.” Loki spoke, just above a whisper. With that, Loki closed the gap, pressing his lips to Mobius' in a kiss that was anything but fleeting. It was unhurried, warm, and surprisingly gentle for someone who usually cloaked himself in wit and sarcasm. When he finally pulled away, his smirk returned, but this time, it was softer.

“Your terms are... acceptable,” Loki said, voice low as he reached for the spoon again, though his eyes never left Mobius' face. “But I'll still finish feeding you, lest Thor return and accuse me of neglecting my duties.”

The moment Loki returned the kiss Mobius felt his heart stop. The kiss felt intense, intimate and honestly much more enjoyable than he thought it should. His eyes closed for seconds during the kiss, his mind racing as Loki pulled away. He was a bit upset but he accepted it and gave a small nod.

“Good. Glad to know my terms were accepted. I'm happy to give you kisses for all your hard work. If you desire them, that is.” Mobius winked a bit, reaching out and brushing a stray strand of Loki's hair behind his ear. “Especially if it means I get more kisses like that.” He smiled sweetly. Loki couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him as Mobius continued to flirt, his own heart still thrumming in response to the kiss. However, he couldn't afford to let himself get too distracted. At least, not yet anyway.

“You're quite the charmer, Mobius,” Loki teased softly, his lips curling into a smile as he stood, taking the soup with him, his hands brushing over the tray. “But as much as I enjoy your... generous offers, let's not be hasty. I think you'll find this particular treat quite satisfying. As for more kisses…” he added, “I suppose I can be convinced, once you're properly fueled.”

He held the plate with a slice of key lime pie out to Mobius with a fork on the side of the dish. In the meantime while Mobius ate, Loki turned to what he thought was an appetizing-looking salad before returning to his seat on the edge of the bed to stick close to Mobius. Mobius' eyes shined brightly as he took the pie and began to eat it. There was a hum of happiness as he ate his treat.

“Thank you! Thank you so very much!” Mobius was so happy to have the treat and he was now focused on eating it. It didn't last long, barely five minutes and the pie was gone. A small whine escaped as he looked at the empty plate. “That tasted much better than the ones at the TVA!” he smiled brightly as he watched Loki. He hoped Loki would eat and enjoy his meal too. The god needed strength too after all. “Thank you again. And we'll have to thank your brother as well.” Mobius smiled. Loki reached forward, taking the empty plate and setting it neatly back on the tray. His movements were almost indulgent, as though catering to Mobius was a privilege rather than a task. He lingered for a moment, his fingers brushing ever so slightly against Mobius' hand as he withdrew.

“You're welcome,” Loki said softly, his voice carrying a rare warmth. Then, with a smirk, he added,  “Though, let's not give Thor too much credit. If I thank him too enthusiastically, his ego may become as unbearable as mine.” Loki leaned back slightly against the bed more, crossing one leg over the other, his gaze never leaving Mobius. His green eyes danced with a mixture of amusement and tenderness as he observed the mortal, so easily pleased, so unapologetically human. He found it… captivating.

“True. But your ego is just more of you to love, no?” Mobius smiled a bit as he watched Loki. “And please do eat, Loki. You need just as much strength as I. And besides, taking care of me requires a lot of energy.” He laughed a little as he watched Loki. He was going to speak again when suddenly a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He chuckled a bit.

“Betting that's Thor again?” he smiled as he looked at the door. Yes, it was Thor. And he had just come to check on Loki and Mobius. The others were out now so he had no one else to talk to other than Loki and Mobius. And he couldn't help but want to talk to them. After all, he had a lot to talk to Mobius about. Loki let out a slow sigh, tilting his head back dramatically as though the mere sound of the knock on the door had drained him of all patience. He cast a pointed glance at Mobius, one brow arched high, his irritation tempered only by the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“One would think Thor has an endless supply of free time,” he muttered, rising from his seat. As he moved toward the door, he added dryly, “Perhaps I should suggest he take up a hobby. Knitting, maybe. Something that doesn't involve incessantly hovering over me.” He pulled the door open with an exaggerated motion, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in his brother's towering frame.

“Thor,” Loki greeted, his tone perfectly polite but laced with unmistakable sarcasm. “To what do we owe the pleasure of yet another visit? Surely you've other mortals to torment.” Despite his words, Loki stepped aside to let Thor in, though his posture radiated mild exasperation. Crossing his arms, he leaned casually against the doorframe. Thor came inside, looking over Mobius as he walked over to him.

“He looks well, brother. Seems you are quite capable of taking care of the mortal.” he smiled proudly as he looked at Loki. “How do you feel, Mobius?” he asked him.

“I'm feeling much better. Thank you, Thor for all your hard work as well.” Mobius flashed Thor such a cute smile, and it made Thor smile back. Thor looked at Loki.

“I do have others to torment but they all left for now. So it's just you, me and my brother-in-law! And besides, we're family. And as the older brother it's my job to annoy you both now.” Mobius laughed a bit as he looked at Thor.

“Loki is quite an amazing caretaker. He's very attentive, you've nothing to worry about.” Thor smiled as he looked at Loki, a small smile on his face.

“Good to know you're taking good care of him, brother. But if you don't mind, I'd like to spend time with you both too. I need to get my thoughts in order before I go home for a bit…” Thor sighed and Mobius looked at Thor, a bit confused and concerned. Loki's arms remained crossed as he listened, his expression flickering between mild annoyance and faint curiosity. Thor's words about returning to Asgard caught his attention, and his gaze softened just enough to suggest genuine interest. Still leaning against the doorframe, Loki tilted his head slightly, his tone laced with both concern and his usual sardonic edge.

“Back to Asgard? And what pressing matter calls you home, brother? Has someone caused a diplomatic incident again, or is it simply the allure of mead and nostalgia?” Despite his jest, there was a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes—a quiet understanding of the burdens Thor often carried as a prince of Asgard. Stepping away from the doorframe, Loki moved closer, his demeanor shifting just slightly to one of quiet support.

“Come now, out with it,” he added. “Surely you don't expect to leave us guessing, do you? Or is this yet another of your attempts to be cryptic? You never were very good at that.” Loki glanced briefly at Mobius, catching his concerned expression, before turning his focus back to Thor. The usual sharpness of his tongue was noticeably dulled, replaced by something that might almost be mistaken for brotherly care.

“No...well, maybe.” Thor sighed. “I'm actually planning to return in hopes of speaking to my version of you. See where things go. If they go well or if I come back with yet another scar gifted to me by your blade.” His words held no malice or hatred for the scars he held from Loki. There was a gentle smile on his face as he looked at Loki. “But I don't know what to say. Or where to start…you're not always this easy to talk to, you know? And my version of you doesn't have a lover to help calm him like you do.” Thor smiled as he looked at Mobius, who blinked and became flushed as he looked away quickly, making Thor chuckle a bit.

“I have a feeling it won't go well. But I have to try. The longer I put it off, the less chance I have to make things right…I think?” he shook his head a bit, resisting the urge to pace. “Sorry…didn't mean to ramble.” he scratched the back of his head a bit. “I'll be sure to let you know how it goes, if you wish. But I need to do this soon…” Crossing his arms again, Loki let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, though his tone was notably devoid of malice.

“Well, Thor, your version of me sounds positively delightful—what with the stabbing and all. It's always so comforting to know I've left my mark, quite literally, across the multiverse.” He tilted his head, studying Thor's face. There was no mistaking the sincerity in his brother's voice, and despite himself, Loki couldn't help but be drawn in by the vulnerability there. He uncrossed his arms, his posture softening slightly. “But…” Loki began, his voice quieter now, lacking its usual edge, “you're right to try. If there's even a shred of a chance to mend whatever's broken, then you have to take it. Waiting will only make the chasm between you grow wider.” He paused, glancing away for a moment as if weighing his next words carefully. When he looked back, there was an uncharacteristic hint of sincerity in his expression. “And should it all go horribly wrong, well…I'll be here to mock you mercilessly. That's what brothers are for, after all.”

“If it goes horribly wrong, I'll take your mockery brother. You wouldn't be you without it.” Thor laughed a bit. Though he was trying to get his words straight in his mind. “And I expect to be careful just as well as he is if the other one stabs me!” Of course he was kidding. His tone easily said so. He didn't expect anything from Loki, he was just enjoying the back and forth banter between them before he went to face his Loki.

Mobius was watching the brothers. A warm smile on his cute face. He hoped things went well between Thor and his Loki, but he had a sneaking suspicion it wouldn't. But he'd not ruin the mood. Thor seemed to read Mobius like a book, his blue eyes staring into his and making Mobius quickly look away. Thor slightly sighed and leaned back against the wall. “I'll leave you two be…just needed to steel my nerves.”

Loki hesitated for a moment, his expression flickering between amusement and something more thoughtful. For all the jests and harsh words that passed between them, there were times when even Loki felt the weight of their shared history—good, bad, and all the chaos in between. With a theatrical sigh, he stepped closer, his voice carrying its usual dry wit but softened by a rare note of sincerity.

“Well, if you're truly determined to throw yourself into the jaws of a potentially terrible encounter, I suppose the least I can do is offer some token of support.” And without warning, Loki reached out, pulling Thor into a firm embrace. The action was quick, almost as if he feared he'd change his mind if he lingered too long, but the gesture was undeniably genuine. Loki patted his brother's back with a touch of playful awkwardness, his voice dropping to a quieter tone as he spoke near Thor's ear.

“Just…try not to get yourself killed. I'd hate to have to explain to everyone why my brother was done in by another version of me. It'd be terribly inconvenient.” Loki pulled back, smirking as if to mask the moment of vulnerability. His emerald gaze met Thor's, and though he rolled his eyes dramatically, there was a flicker of warmth there. “Now, off with you before Mobius starts thinking you've moved in. You can steel your nerves elsewhere, and perhaps work on an actual plan while you're at it. Talking in circles won't do you any favors, dear brother.” He stepped back, crossing his arms though the faintest smile lingered at the corners of his mouth. “And remember, should it all go horribly wrong, you still owe me another visit. I'm not letting you escape mockery that easily.”

Thor was completely caught off guard; the embrace left him breathless, though he didn't miss his chance to embrace Loki back. This single moment was all the encouragement he needed. And the split second Loki tugged away Thor released him.

“Thank you, brother. I shall see you and your lover again. Take care.” With that he left swiftly, his steps calmer and less thunderous as a grin a realm long was spread across his face. He was overjoyed by the affection and empowered. He left immediately to face the demon that was his version of Loki, returning home swiftly. Mobius' eyes sparkled at the embrace he witnessed. He was just as excited as Thor, well almost. 

“You're in a very sweet mood today, Loki.” Mobius complimented, a wide smile on his face as he looked at Loki. He was honored he got to witness this, it made his day so much better. Though getting taken care of by Loki was already the best part of his day. Now this, could the day get any better? he wondered. Loki turned back to Mobius, catching the sparkle in his companion's eyes, and his lips curled into a sly grin. He strolled toward the bed with that same effortless grace, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. He stopped beside the bed, leaning down slightly so his face was level with Mobius', the man's blue eyes catching the light in a way that seemed almost hypnotic.

“If we're being honest, perhaps you bring it out in me. It's quite unfair, really. You're far too charming for your own good. Though if you keep smiling at me like that, I might start to believe I've gone too soft. We can't have that, can we?” He chuckled softly, his voice a low, teasing murmur, as he reached out to brush a stray crumb off Mobius' shirt, a gesture that lingered just a moment too long to be purely innocent. Loki's hand then trailed upward, brushing over Mobius' cheek with a feather-light touch before resting beneath his chin. He tilted Mobius' face gently so their eyes met. Loki straightened and reached for his own meal on the tray taking a seat beside Mobius. “Now, tell me, Mobius. Is my 'sweet mood' enough to secure more of those lovely compliments? Or must I endure the embarrassment of doing something even more sentimental to earn them?”

Loki was just too cute! Too sweet! And everything he did made Mobius' heart flutter. He watched his every move, listened to his words as he held onto them with a small smile. “I'll compliment you as much as you desire, Loki. But if I do it too much it may lose its charm…well, it would, if I were complimenting anyone else. I don't think I can compliment you enough.” Mobius chuckled, watching as Loki grabbed his own meal. He was glad to see Loki was going to eat.

“But I'm happy to compliment you. You don't need to be sweet to earn them. Your mischief deserves compliments of its own, you know?” Mobius said with a smile, scooting closer to Loki.

Loki chuckled softly at Mobius' words, shaking his head as he speared a bite of his steak with the fork. He chewed thoughtfully, features softened by a genuine smile. His gaze flicked toward Mobius. “Thor was rather generous, wasn't he? If there's anything left that catches your eye, do let me know. It'd be a shame if all his hard work went to waste.” Loki leaned slightly closer to Mobius, lowering his voice as though sharing a secret, though the playful lilt in his tone remained, “Though, if you'd prefer, I could always feed you again. I must admit, I rather enjoyed the excuse to hold your attention so completely.”

“I'll pick what's left. You need to eat too, Loki. If you refuse, I may have to feed you instead.” Mobius tried to be firm, to scold Loki about his lack of care for himself. But it came off more cutesy and sweet. Like a loved one wishing his loved one would take better care of themselves. “You have been so focused on me, I fear you've neglected yourself too much…after I'm all better, I demand the right to dote on you.” His words came across more as a request, boarding on a plea but managing to stay just shy of the line. “Please?” he asked softly, sitting by Loki now with a small cute smile on his face as he looked at the tray. Loki paused mid-bite, his fork hovering in the air as he regarded Mobius with an expression that danced between amusement and something far softer. His lips curled into a sly smile, though the warmth in his eyes showed the affection beneath his teasing tone.

“Feed me? My dear Mobius, are you trying to one-up me at my own game? You're far too adorable when you try to be stern; it's almost unjust.” Loki let out another chuckle, finally finishing his bite before placing his fork back on the plate. He turned fully to face Mobius, leaning in close enough that their faces were just a breath apart, his voice dropping to a hushed, velvety tone.

“If it means so much to you, I'll agree to whatever you wish. You want to dote on me once you're better? Very well, I'll endure your fussing—graciously, of course. But know this…” Loki reached out, gently brushing his fingers along Mobius' cheekbone, his touch feather-light. “...If you insist on spoiling me, don't expect me to make it easy. I'm a god, after all. I have a certain reputation to uphold.” He pulled back just slightly, his smirk deepening as he gestured toward the tray.

“Now, go ahead. Take whatever you'd like. But I'll give you fair warning, if you keep looking at me like that, I might forget entirely about the food.”

“I…” Mobius huffed, crossing his arms as he looked away in a cute pout. “We'll see if you make it easy. I don't mind a bit of a fight. It'll make being able to dote on you much more rewarding.” he smiled to himself, avoiding eye contact. “Now you eat! Or I'll tell your brother!” It was a very empty threat, one that soon had him erupting in laughter at his own words. He knew Loki didn't fear Thor. But the comment stemmed from Loki mentioning not wanting his brother's hard work to go to waste. He looked at Loki, a silly smile on his face as he looked at the tray, debating on grabbing something but deciding against it for now as he was still full.

“If you forgot about the food, what else will you focus on?” he asked curiously as if Loki focusing on him hadn't crossed his mind.

Loki scoffed, an exaggerated gesture as he tilted his head back, his hand pressed to his chest. “ Tell Thor? Oh, Mobius, truly you wound me. To think you'd stoop so low as to use him against me. The betrayal cuts deep!” He paused just long enough to flash Mobius a grin, clearly amused by the ridiculousness of his own theatrics. He leaned forward, picking up his fork with an air of resignation, stabbing a bite of the steak and holding it up as if to make a point.

“Very well, since you insist so sweetly—and threaten so feebly—I shall eat. But only because I wouldn't want Thor's efforts, however rare they may be, to go unappreciated.” He took the bite, chewing with a haughty air before letting his green eyes settle on Mobius, their gaze warm but laden with mischief. “As for what I'd focus on instead…” He leaned in, his voice dropping to almost a whisper, the kind that sent shivers down spines and made hearts race. “Do you really need me to say it, Mobius? Surely even you can deduce that there's only one thing worth my attention in this room.” Loki smirked again, taking another bite of meat. “I'll eat. But don't think you're free from my focus just because I'm holding a fork.”

“Oh? Well then feel free to focus on whatever your heart desires. But finish your meal first. Then shower that thing with attention.” Mobius smirked, a playful chuckle escaping as he sat up, stretching a bit with a soft groan that easily told Loki it felt good. “Your magic is amazing, I feel great despite the injuries that still cover my body.” He smiled a bit as he looked at Loki, watching him eat.

“Though Loki…ah wait! I should let you focus on eating. I'll ask after you've finished. Sorry!” Mobius apologized, feeling a bit guilty for taking all of Loki's attention and growing quiet as he looked out the window of the room, a bit caught off guard by the view he didn't pay attention to until just now.

“Woah…it's really pretty up here!” Mobius exclaimed, leaning a bit closer towards the window. Loki continued eating, his gaze moving up to Mobius occasionally, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he watched the man. The way he apologized, the soft chuckle that escaped him, it was endearing, and Loki couldn't help but find the sight adorable. He took another bite of his food, the momentary silence between them filled only by the sound of Mobius' voice and the occasional clink of utensils against porcelain. Loki found himself unable to stop his mind from wandering, his attention shifting as he saw Mobius lean toward the window.

“Yes, well… I suppose New York has its nice moments,” Loki muttered, not really meaning to sound dismissive but still unable to hide a small smirk. “The view is one of them, I suppose, though it's not quite the sight of a true Asgardian skyline, is it?”

“I've never been to Asgard either, you know? I've never needed to go, but I do speak Asgardian. And can read the runes.” he smiled as he looked back at Loki. “I won't lie and say I've never wished I could go there. I'm sure it's absolutely beautiful. And the thought of getting to see where you used to live would be really cool.” Mobius thought out loud, smiling a bit as he daydreamed about it. He had only seen Asgard through the memories of others, it's one place he'd love to see up close and personal. But he knew better than to ever try to go there, or ever try to go there on his own. He always felt it wouldn't end well. Loki placed his now empty plate back on the tray with a small clink, his gaze never leaving Mobius for long. He could see the distant, almost wistful look in Mobius' eyes, and it made his own chest tighten with an unexpected tenderness. But, of course, he couldn't let such a soft moment go without his usual knack for mischief and teasing.

“Ah, so you're one for the finer things in life, Mobius? You want to see Asgard, experience its beauty?” Loki leaned back slightly as he thought about it. “Perhaps I should tell you poetry in Asgardian then, a tale of adventure amidst the stars. You seem like the sort to appreciate something so... elegiac.” His eyes twinkled as he conjured ideas in his mind already. “Though I would have to warn you, poetry in Asgardian tends to be quite passionate. You might find yourself swept up in its intensity.” He raised an eyebrow, savoring the reaction he was sure to get from Mobius. Loki had always had a way with words, but there was something infinitely satisfying about teasing Mobius with them, especially when it was laced with just the right amount of flirtation. Mobius' eyes sparkled as he looked at him.

“I'd love to hear your poetry! No matter how passionate or well, given it's you, spicy it may be!” Mobius said quickly, now crawling over to sit by Loki again, seeming super excited as he smiled at him. “And yes I'd love to see Asgard someday, but I don't think Asgard's beauty has anything on you.” Mobius flirted casually as he smiled, a light blush spreading across his cheeks as he looked away a bit embarrassed at how corny he felt the line was. But he tried. He didn't have much experience in flirting, but dang it, he wanted to try and flirt with Loki since the man had been flirting with him this entire time. Loki laughed softly, as he watched Mobius crawl closer. He made sure to settle more comfortably against the headboard, creating plenty of space for Mobius to snuggle up to him, if he wanted. His heart fluttered at the compliment, though he didn't show it outwardly, choosing instead to play it cool.

“Is that so?” Loki tilted his head slightly, his voice playful. “I would say Asgard is unmatched in its grandeur... but I suppose even the gods have their moments of vanity.” He patted the space beside him, an invitation. “Asgard might have its beauty, but I can see how it might pale in comparison to what's in front of me.”

“Hey, you can't use my line against me!” Mobius huffed in a pouting tone as he moved up to snuggle next to Loki. He didn't hesitate to take the invitation as he looked up at the man from his new spot by his side on the bed. 

“Oh, I must use it against you, Mobius, it's far too delightful not to.” Loki teased, voice low and warm, as he made himself comfortable, one arm wrapping loosely around Mobius in a way that felt natural, easy.

“Loki...do you think Thor will be alright?” He asked curiously as he slightly snuggled into Loki's personal space, resting his head against the man's arm carefully as if nervous to be pushed away or told to back off. He couldn't deny he was worried for Thor, but his attention was quickly focused on Loki now as he was by his side, a small calm smile as he relaxed further against Loki. “You know...you smell rather nice despite all that's happened lately…” Mobius complimented as he glanced up at Loki, blue eyes shining brightly and calmly in the light of the room. Loki couldn't help but smile as Mobius nestled closer, the warmth of his presence comforting in ways he hadn't expected. He let the teasing tone slide away, instead focusing on Mobius' words and the way his head rested against his arm. He chuckled lightly at the compliment, his hand gently brushing through Mobius' hair.

“Knowing my brother, even across universes, he'll be just fine. He may be prone to... certain impulsive behaviors, but physically?” Loki shrugged slightly. “I trust he'll manage to avoid any injuries, at least in that regard. He is incredibly stubborn and resilient.” He shifted slightly, making sure Mobius was comfortable as he continued. “I must admit, you're not wrong. I do smell rather nice oftentimes. Could be magic, could be the company…”

“Whether magic or company your scent has always been pleasant, even when we first met I noticed it, just didn't comment,” Mobius closed his eyes, enjoying how Loki placed his arm around him. It made him desire to nestle more into him, so he did. The warmth alone was so inviting that he couldn't help but wish to be closer. “Your magic can do quite a lot, huh?” he smiled, allowing himself to melt into Loki, to fully give into the comforting moment against the man for as long as it lasted. And he hoped it lasted as long as physically possible, hoped for no interruptions this time. He didn't think there would be, given Thor was gone and no one except Tony and Sylvie knew they were there. And he didn't think either person cared to check on them. As Mobius nestled closer, Loki tightened his arm slightly around him, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes more than words ever could. His other hand traced idle patterns on Mobius' arm. 

“Oh, so you've been paying attention to me from the very beginning, have you?” Loki said teasingly, tilting his head, his voice dripping with mock arrogance, though the fondness did shine through. He allowed himself a moment to simply admire Mobius, his expression softening as he continued. “My magic can do quite a lot, it's true. Illusions, shape-shifting, transportation... but right now, I find the most rewarding thing it can do is keep you here, comfortable and safe.” Loki said, his voice turning even softer “But you, Mobius, you don't need magic. Somehow, you've managed to disarm me entirely without a single spell. How unfair of you.”

“Hm? Me, disarm you? How have I ever done that?” Mobius asked as he looked up at Loki as he enjoyed the softness of the man that shined through Loki's normal attitude. It was unique and sweet. And he didn't think he could ever get enough of getting to see this side of Loki that seemed only for him. He didn't mean to, if he had thought about his movements beforehand he would have stilled his hand, but he reached out slightly, running his fingers through the man's hair, feeling just how soft Loki's hair truly was and smiling again. “I knew it would be soft, but it's softer than I thought…” He mumbled to himself, absolutely loving the feel of the man's hair as he combed his fingers through a small section of it. Loki leaned into Mobius' touch, the corner of his mouth curling into a knowing smirk as Mobius' fingers brushed through his hair. His gaze dropped to the man beside him, the warmth in his eyes juxtaposed with the playful edge in his voice.

“You, my dear Mobius, have disarmed me with something far more potent than any blade or spell.” Loki said calmly “Your unrelenting kindness. It's a rather unfair weapon, I must say. I'm utterly defenseless against it.” His lips quirked upward as he felt Mobius' fingers continue to explore, his breath hitching just slightly at the sensation. “Careful now. If you keep this up, you may just find yourself tangled in more than just my hair.” Loki smirked again, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned closer, his breath warm against Mobius' skin. He let his own hand drift, brushing over Mobius' side, teasing, his touch light. 

“I don't think I'd mind being tangled is whatever you wish to tangle me in.” Mobius' voice was flirty and teasing. Rather unusual for him, but he was doing well, he thought. Though as he felt more of Loki's touch it made his heart race, his mind swirling with possibilities and desires he had dared not think about before, or maybe more accurately, he forced himself not to think about. After all, they had met such a short time ago, or so it felt, and he didn't want to move too fast...but he couldn't deny the fact that he wanted Loki's touch.

“I think I'd rather like being tangled up.” The words were out of his mouth before he could silence himself, his face turning a slightly darker shade of pink now as he felt the heat rise in his cheeks. Surely he should have better control over his mouth than that, and yet it seemed that control was thrown out the window by Loki ages ago and Mobius had yet to refind it.

“Oh, is that so? Tangled, ensnared, utterly at my mercy…” Loki's fingers brushed ever so lightly against Mobius' side, teasing without pushing too far.  He shifted slightly, settling himself more comfortably against the headboard, giving Mobius the space to decide how close he truly wanted to be. “But,” he continued, his tone carrying a hint of playful challenge, “if you truly wish to be tangled, I'll let you decide how far the web stretches. After all, who am I to deny you the first step?”

“First step?” Mobius questioned, slightly shivering at Loki's touch, looking up at the man with a slightly dazed look in his eyes already. It was clear Loki had a strong hold on this man, even without magic he was putty in the god's hands. “Technically I did make the first step...I kissed you.” He pointed out, though as he said it out loud his cheeks grew a darker shade of pink, now the tips of his ears also began to turn pink and grow warm. “Though I didn't exactly ask permission…” Mobius mumbled, though he didn't have any hint of regret in those blue eyes of his. “So I believe the next step should be yours. You're far more experienced in such things, no?” Mobius began to run his fingers through the man's dark hair again. His fingers grazed softly against Loki's neck every once in a while, as he focused solely on the god and his reactions, ready to pull back if he seemed uncomfortable. Loki tilted his head to the side slightly, his lips curling into a sly smile as Mobius spoke. The flush on the man's face, the faint tremor in his voice, and the way his fingers threaded delicately through Loki's hair, it was all  intoxicating. Loki allowed himself a low, thoughtful hum, pretending to consider Mobius' words before finally responding, his voice a velvet caress.

“Hmm… You're not wrong, my clever mortal. You did take the first step. A bold move, indeed, one that still lingers sweetly on my lips.” Loki's smile widened with approval. “And while I can't say I minded your audacity, I suppose you're right; the next move should fall to me.” He shifted closer, his movements languid, bringing his face just a breath away from Mobius'. One of Loki's hands found its way to the back of Mobius' neck, his fingers grazing lightly over the skin there, while the other came to rest gently against Mobius' chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat.

“You see, dearest,” Loki purred, his lips barely brushing against Mobius' ear, “I've had centuries to hone my… expertise. But with you, I've found that I've been holding myself back for quite some time. I don't mind allowing you to see a side of me that is less cautious, less controlled…” Without waiting for another word, Loki leaned in, his lips capturing Mobius' in a deep, slow kiss, his body moving closer as he gave in to the undeniable pull between them. His hand slid down to rest at Mobius' waist, tugging him just a little closer, as if drawing him in not just physically, but emotionally as well. Loki's fingers tightened ever so slightly against his neck, a silent promise of more should Mobius dare to step into the web Loki had spun. Loki's touch was sure, but his movements were gentle, giving Mobius the space to choose whether to reciprocate fully or retreat. When the kiss finally broke, Loki's eyes were alight, his breath shallow. 

“Your move, Mobius.”

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Without waiting for another word, Loki leaned in, his lips capturing Mobius' in a deep, slow kiss, his body moving closer as he gave in to the undeniable pull between them. His hand slid down to rest at Mobius' waist, tugging him just a little closer, as if drawing him in not just physically, but emotionally as well. Loki's fingers tightened ever so slightly against his neck, a silent promise of more should Mobius dare to step into the web Loki had spun. Loki's touch was sure, but his movements were gentle, giving Mobius the space to choose whether to reciprocate fully or retreat. When the kiss finally broke, Loki's eyes were alight, his breath shallow. 

“Your move, Mobius.”

Mobius tensed, not in fear or hesitation but excitement and shyness. The feeling of Loki's hands against his body was more than enough to make his heart flutter, more than just flutter, his heart beat wildly. He leaned back slightly against the headboard, his eyes catching Loki's before the kiss. The second the kiss landed against his lips he felt as if his heart stopped, his mind went silent and his breathing hitched instantly. He closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss and more into Loki's touch. He felt weak and breathless the second Loki pulled away, finally taking a breath he knew he had been holding. Mobius looked up at Loki, blue eyes glazed over with an unreadable expression, a mix of so many things one could see the swirl in his eyes; lust, embarrassment, desire for more, nervousness, and joy. He didn't hesitate, didn't even let his mind catch up to what just happened.

He wrapped his arms around Loki, pulling the god much closer against him as he returned the kiss with such passion behind it that it would make a normal person's heart flutter as he was. His fingers combed through his hair as he held Loki as close as he physically could while making sure he wasn't being forceful, though even in this drunk like state he knew no one could force Loki to do anything. Loki's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he felt the overwhelming pull of Mobius' embrace. The passion in the kiss took him by surprise, but he was quick to match it, his body pressing closer to Mobius as if it were magnetized to him. The warmth, the intensity, it sent a thrill through Loki that he couldn't quite suppress, not like he wanted to.

For once, Loki allowed Mobius to take the lead, letting the man's hands guide the moment. His heart pounded in his chest from the mix of emotion that Mobius was so freely showing. The control Loki typically wielded seemed unnecessary here, with the heat of Mobius' arms around him, and the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. As their lips parted again, Loki couldn't suppress the small, satisfied grin that tugged at his mouth. He hovered close to Mobius, breath warm against his lips.

“You've quite the fire, Mobius,” Loki murmured breathlessly. “I wasn't expecting this… but I don't mind it at all.” With his hands moved to cradle Mobius' jaw, Loki kissed him again, this time a little deeper, a little more desperate, as he let himself fall into the moment fully. Whatever came next, Loki knew one thing for sure: he wanted more.

Up to this point, Mobius managed to keep his desires mostly in check. Yet Loki's words mixed with that next kiss drained any sense of hesitation from him. He deepened the kiss carefully, his lips parting just slightly as his tongue licked across the gods lips in a teasing manner. He paid attention to every detail of Loki's body, ensuring he was enjoying himself just as much as Mobius was. And he wanted more, so much more than he could find the words to express. He pulled from the kiss, long enough to catch his breath, though wild as it was and trembling as he stared at Loki. He couldn't focus on anything else except the man before him. The very man he once held captive because of the TVA now held him captive in a completely different way, and he loved it. Mobius' fingers trailed down Loki's shoulders slightly, and a bit down his back. His touch was gentle yet firm enough to be felt through Loki's clothing. The heat rolling off Mobius was intense, his skin flushed and a bit too warm. He was overwhelmed, but he didn't want to stop, not yet, not when he was so very close to Loki. He gave himself some time to catch his breath before he let his body take control, knowing if Loki didn't like something he could and would stop him. He softly kissed the corner of Loki's mouth, kissing down to his jawline and right against his ear, his rough breathing dancing across the man's skin with every kiss he placed while his fingers traced random patterns across Loki's back and shoulders.

Loki's breath caught as Mobius deepened the kiss, the way his tongue brushed against his lips sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He couldn't help the way his body responded to Mobius—every touch, every press of his lips, had him craving more. And when Mobius pulled back just enough to catch his breath, Loki's eyes stayed locked onto his. As Mobius kissed the corner of his mouth and trailed his lips down to his jawline, Loki's breath grew ragged, a low hum escaping him. His hands slid around Mobius' waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. He couldn't get enough, the heat of Mobius' skin, the way his breath ghosted across his neck, it was all too much. 

“Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?” Loki's voice was low, barely a whisper against Mobius' ear. His half lidded eyes were dark and smoldering, his body alive and taut with anticipation. The way Mobius was pushing him, slowly but surely, to the brink had him caught between wanting to take the lead and surrendering completely.

“I have absolutely no idea. But to me, that's the fun of it.” Mobius whispered back breathlessly. He felt a small shiver go down his spine at the sound of Loki's voice. Every moment he was pulled closer left him craving to be closer still. He moved the kisses lower, kissing the gods neck softly at first, featherlike and almost non-existent, a very teasing kiss that quickly led to his lips fully against Loki's neck, against his pulse point. He almost debated nipping at him but didn't, he wasn't sure if that was a good idea and he didn't want to push too far too soon. He settled for trailing kisses up and down Loki's neck, making sure not a single section went untouched, it was hard to focus at first, his mind racing with all the things that could be done, that he wanted to feel, but he focused, eventually kissing the very front of Loki's neck against his throat, and back up to his lips. His hands gripped into Loki's clothing, pulling him against him a bit rougher than he meant to as he deeply kissed the man, this time a small quiet sound escaped, somewhere between a moan or a whine as he pulled Loki into the kiss.

Loki's breath hitched, his pulse racing faster with each kiss Mobius placed on his neck. The soft touches made him ache, but it was the sudden shift, when Mobius' lips pressed firmly against the pulse point, that sent a wave of heat surging through him. Loki's body trembled slightly from the intensity of the sensation that shot through him. He let out a quiet breath, a barely audible sound, as Mobius' kisses continued down his neck, the warmth of his skin and the pressure of his lips sending shudders down Loki's spine.

The sharp tug of Mobius' hands on his clothing brought him back to the moment, pulling him closer as their lips met in a deeper kiss. The sound that escaped Mobius was enough to make Loki's heart race, every fiber of his being waking up to the heat building between them. It did feel a little like he'd drunk too much mead. Loki's hands moved instinctively, one slipping into Mobius' hair, the other finding his back, pulling him closer still, pressing their bodies together. He didn't care if the kiss was rough, he needed it. His fingers threaded into Mobius' hair, pulling gently as his lips met his with a fiery intensity like the one building between them. His chest pressed against Mobius', heart racing with every movement, every sound. Loki's control was slipping, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Despite not wanting to, Mobius had to pull away. Had to catch his breath. His eyes searched Loki's, searching for any discomfort or hesitation. His hands lightly trembled with how tight he was holding onto the man's clothing, his knuckles white and finger tips completely hidden inside the fabric. He could barely breathe, leaning back against Loki's hand in his hair as he let out another small sound, this one a slight sigh as he stared up at Loki. He started to feel as if his heart would jump out of his chest, the thumping was loud in his ears but he could still focus solely on Loki.

“L-Loki…” The man's name rolled off his tongue in such a desperate trembling tone as if pleading for more without asking directly. He didn't know how to ask. Though the look in his eyes was almost more than enough to know what Mobius was attempting to say or plead for. He was already in love with the look in Loki's eyes and on his face, the feeling of Loki's body against his and every single moment that unfolded so fast it made his head spin. Yet he craved so much more. So much more of Loki's touch.

Loki's gaze was steady, unwavering, his dark eyes locked onto Mobius', studying the expression on his face. His lips curled into a teasing smirk, though his own breath was ragged as he fought to maintain control. He gently cupped Mobius' cheek, his thumb brushing over the flushed skin there, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips, a slow, lingering touch meant to calm and heighten the tension at the same time.

“You want more, don't you?” Loki's voice was low, a hint of amusement lacing his tone. His free hand moved to caress the curve of Mobius' side under his shirt, pulling him in even closer, if that was even possible. Loki's lips ghosted over Mobius' jawline before he whispered in his ear, his breath hot against his skin. “Then ask for it. Ask nicely, Mobius.”

Just when Mobius thought he had caught his breath, Loki stole it again. He leaned into Loki's touch, his body tensing slightly as he felt Loki's hands against his bare skin, though quickly melted into it. He had to find the words, had to make them form in his mind before he could speak. Though his voice was barely a whisper, his voice was thick with growing desire.

“Please Loki…I…” His mind went a bit blank, biting his lip as he forced words to form again, though it was barely seconds between breathless words. “I want more.” Mobius managed to say. His voice definitely sounded like a plea, his eyes closing as he leaned his head back a bit. He was completely relaxed for the moment, having lost all hesitation and shyness. Now all that remained was the primal need to feel more of Loki, in whatever way Loki would give. He just hoped Loki didn't end it here. He wasn't so sure he could calm down so easily from this if he did. The way Mobius sounded so breathless, the neediness in his tone of voice. was so arousing to Loki. He didn't think to deny his request. He had no intentions to ever do so. He loved seeing how desperate he was for him. There was something irresistible about how Mobius had become putty in his hands, his defenses shattered by nothing more than a few whispered words and a touch.

“You want me to spoil you some more?” Loki drawled, his breath tickling Mobius' skin, savoring the shiver it elicited. “What do you want me to do with you first, hm?” Loki had a myriad of fantasies ricocheting through his head at the moment but wanted to sate Mobius' desires before his own. Mobius could feel the way his body reacted to Loki's touch, to his words, to his warmth. He was left with the tough choice of forming words again, though he didn't truly know what it was he wanted, all he truly knew was he wanted Loki. 

“I…” The words seemed to struggle to form again, or maybe it was because he had no idea what to say, where to lead this. He wasn't sure of what was and wasn't okay yet, but dammit he wanted Loki. “I want you. In whatever way you allow…I don't care how, I don't care what we do first, I just want you.” Mobius' words flowed out slowly, as if he had to think of every one, because he did. His mind was in such a daze that he couldn't think straight to save his life, and he started to wonder if Loki was doing this on purpose, because he knew Mobius was barely thinking at all. Or maybe he was checking in? He didn't know. The only thing in his mind was desire for the man next to him. 

“Please, Loki.” Those words sounded like a plea, no more like he was starting to beg. By this point, all he truly focused on was Loki's comfort above his own, though he was more than comfortable with everything so far. Loki's eyes sparkled as he listened to Mobius' words. He loved watching Mobius struggle to articulate his feelings, to see the man's mind cloud with longing. It was adorable, really. And it made Loki's job so much easier. Loki's eyes locked onto Mobius', seeing the desperate plea within them. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he reached out to gently stroke Mobius' cheek, his fingertips tracing the line of his jaw.

“Oh, Mobius,” he murmured, his voice soothing. His fingers slowly trailing down Mobius' chest, playing with the hem of his oversized shirt with deliberate slowness. “I've been waiting to hear you say that.” Loki's smile widened as he reached the hem of Mobius' shirt, grasping the fabric and pulling it upwards. “Hold this in your mouth,” he commanded, authoritative but not unkind, his voice still fond. “I want your hands free for now.”  Loki drank in the sight before him, his eyes hungrily roaming over Mobius' newly exposed torso.

The man gave a nod, leaning forward just enough to take the fabric on his shirt into his mouth as requested. He felt a slight bit embarrassed with the sudden exposure and the way Loki's eyes roamed over his skin. It was far from the first time he had seen him exposed, yet it felt like the first time. And that thought alone made Mobius' heart race a bit. He slightly bit into the fabric more, watching Loki closely as he waited to see what he would do. Though he was a bit surprised by the tone he took, or more surprised by how much the assertive tone aroused him. He had never thought he was one to get aroused by someone's tone of voice and yet he learned today he was, or maybe it was just because it was Loki, and he was already so aroused to begin with? Either way, he didn't care. Though then another thought crossed his mind, the way Loki mentioned wanting his hands free and finishing with for now…the thought left him slightly more excited and anticipating every second further this moment went.

Loki's eyes danced with delight as he took in the sight before him, Mobius, shirt in mouth, chest heaving, hands shaking a bit. He felt a surge of power wash over him, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do next. He was on his knees hovering over Mobius, one knee on either side of his hips, his fingers tracing patterns on Mobius' abdomen as he looked up into his eyes, the shirt still clenched between his teeth.

“Such a good boy,” Loki whispered, he leaned forward, his warm breath ghosting over Mobius' nipple before he wrapped his lips around it, sucking gently at first, then with more pressure, his tongue circling against the hardening bud. His hand mirrored the action on Mobius' other nipple, pinching softly and rolling it between his fingers. 

Mobius had never felt so glad that his mouth was busy as he was right this moment. The feeling of Loki's mouth on his nipple already had him on the edge. A muffled moan escaped through clenched teeth as he leaned his head back. He quickly became much more aroused, thanking the gods for the oversized pants he was wearing now as Loki teased his nipples. Which until now, he had no idea were so sensitive. Or could feel this damn good being played with. His eyes tried to stay focused on Loki and his movements, but quickly he was unfocusing and instead focusing more on the things that he made Mobius' body feel, and that alone made him tremble as he took a breath through his nose to keep the shirt in his mouth as he was told. Loki paused momentarily, pulling back slightly. With a grin, he captured Mobius' gaze. 

“Keep your hands on me. Touch me. Prove you want this as much as I do.” He guided one of Mobius' hands to his hair, the other to his clothed chest. He wanted Mobius to know how fast he had his heart racing. Loki leaned back down, eyes glinting mischievously as he alternated between gentle teasing and firm stimulation, blowing cool air across the damp nipples before grazing them with his teeth. Loki slid a hand down Mobius' torso, teasing along the waistband of his pants. He licked a slow, sensual path from one nipple to the other, savoring the taste of Mobius' skin, now flushed with arousal.

Mobius didn't need much convincing to touch Loki. His fingers gently combed through the man's hair, down to the back of his neck where his nails dug in ever so slightly at the feeling of the man's breath against his skin. The hand on Loki's chest, the feel of his heart beating beneath his hand made his own heart race more. He had never expected to have such an effect on Loki, and realizing he did only made him feel even better about everything. With that in mind and the feeling of his teeth against his skin he gently tugged on Loki's hair, not enough to cause any inch of pain or discomfort, just enough to be felt. He could feel his fingers along the waistband of his pants, the coolness of his tongue across his skin. It all left him slightly breathless, causing a small moan as his eyes fluttered closed. He trailed the hand that was in Loki's hair down the man's neck again and then further down his back slightly, digging his nails lightly into his clothing as his fingers explored as much as they could with how little focus he had.

Loki felt Mobius' gentle tug on his hair and the light scratching of nails on his back through his shirt, sending shivers down his spine. He loved the way Mobius' touch was both gentle and demanding at the same time, mirroring his own teasing touches. Loki then slowly began trailing kisses down Mobius' torso, his tongue darting out to taste skin. He paused just above Mobius' waistband. He looked up through his lashes, seeing Mobius' eyes flutter closed, and decided to take advantage of his distraction.

“Lift your hips, darling. Let's get rid of these pesky pants,”  Loki purred, tugging the fabric playfully. Each kiss left Mobius softly shivering, a small breath through each one and the licks made him inhale a breath rather quickly, biting further into his fabric like it was meant to keep him silent. His voice alone sent Mobius into a trance, the fact he called him darling only made it worse. Why did the god have to be so alluring? He didn't want the answer, he could already answer it himself, but he didn't hesitate to obey, lifting his hips upwards as asked, his eyes opening slowly as he looked down at Loki. He was absolutely gorgeous! And Mobius thought he'd never get enough of seeing him like this, being like this with Loki. However, there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes as he knew how turned on he was, and the thought of Loki seeing him like that made him wish he could calm himself, but he was far past that. Though his fingers didn't stop exploring. Gliding across the man's back as low as he could while holding his position while the hand on Loki's chest moved up to his collar bone and across the side of his neck. His skin was soft and beautiful, and he wondered how Loki would look covered in marks he left.

Loki's gaze stayed strictly on Mobius, drinking in every shiver, every hitch of breath. The way Mobius' fingers explored his body sent electric jolts down his spine, igniting every nerve. Loki couldn't resist the small smirk that tugged at his lips as he saw the mix of desire and embarrassment in Mobius' expression. It was intoxicating, knowing he had this effect on him. Loki pulled his borrowed sweatpants down in a smooth motion and he couldn't help but admire the view.

“Look at you,” Loki murmured, low and teasing as his hands ran along the curve of Mobius' sides, savoring the feel beneath his touch. “You're already a vision, dear. Do you know how irresistible you are right now?” Slowly, Loki sat up just enough to shrug off his suit jacket, letting it slide from his shoulders and fall forgotten to the side. The tie around his neck came next, nimble fingers undoing the knot before also tossing it away, leaving his collar undone. The heat under his black suit was becoming stifling the more worked up he was getting.

There it was again, that term, that pet name, rolling off the man's tongue so effortlessly, and yet making Mobius' heart flutter once more. Mobius watched with bated breath as Loki began to undress even a bit. His eyes took in every detail of Loki's body that he could see, every line and muscle the shirt outlined so perfectly. He began growing warmer and warmer himself, the long hoodie was starting to make him feel feverish as he bit harder into the fabric. Why was Loki so absolutely stunning? Was it because he was a god, or because that was just him?

Mobius' eyes followed each article of fabric as it was tossed away, a small grin on his face thankfully hidden by the fabric in his mouth. He kept his hands still for the moment, though they twitched with the growing desire to touch Loki, to feel Loki against his hands. But he had to be patient…but dammit, it was so difficult to be patient and not just grab the man wherever his hands could reach and just squeeze and tease.

Loki's eyes narrowed as he watched Mobius, noting the way his gaze followed each piece of fabric as it was discarded. An amused smile played on his lips as he realized just how much attention Mobius was paying to the task at hand. He found it amusing and flattering how Mobius was practically salivating over his still-clothed form. Loki trailed his fingers down Mobius' abdomen, pausing teasingly at the waistband of his boxers. He glanced up, catching Mobius' unfocused gaze. 

“You're doing wonderfully,” Loki purred, tugging the fabric again. “So responsive. But, I do believe you're a bit... overdressed for the occasion.” Without any thought or hesitation Mobius nodded in agreement. Though the look in his eyes seemed to be saying the exact same thing to Loki as his eyes roamed over Loki's body and back up to his eyes. He did manage not to squirm at the feeling of Loki's tugging against his boxers. Though he still seemed a bit embarrassed, he was more than compliant and comfortable. He felt that without Loki, he wouldn't be this comfortable with someone he was suddenly growing so close to so quickly. Though it also seemed to drag on so much at the same time. He couldn't help but absolutely love every single second of this moment. And the center of this moment for him, was Loki. As Loki pulled away Mobius' boxers, Loki drank in the sight of his pretty much bare form. He looked him over slowly, taking in his grabbable waist, muscular thighs and everything that lay in between. 

“I must say, the view improves considerably the less…” Loki trailed off. Loki grasped the fabric of Mobius' shirt, slowly tugging it free from his mouth. With a swift, fluid motion, he stripped the long-sleeved garment upwards and off, baring more of Mobius' skin to his hungry gaze. “Much nicer indeed.”

Mobius instinctively shifted his arms to make pulling his shirt off easier. Now he lay naked on the bed in front of Loki. Yet his eyes were fixated on the god still. His body shivered slightly when the coolness of the air hit his warm flush skin, though it did little to cool him down. He looked up at Loki. He glanced down at himself, then Loki, and a rather cute look crossed his eyes.

“Not fair. I'm the only one naked here.”  Mobius' voice was quiet and soft, he wasn't pouting, just making a statement, though clearly he wanted to see more of Loki. Loki smirked, enjoying the delicious sight before him.

“Ah, but you're the one who insisted on undressing, Mobius,” he teased, his eyes roaming over Mobius' form appreciatively. “Besides, I find your current state rather... distracting.” Loki flashed a smile, amused by Mobius' plaintive observation. “Perhaps you'd like to even the playing field, then?” Loki cooed down at him, dragging a finger down the mortal's thigh.

“I would very much like to even the playing field. Does that mean I get to undress you now?” Mobius asked, a sudden sparkle in his eyes as he looked at Loki, his eyes shot down to where Loki's finger was, feeling a wave of heat almost instantly rush over him at the touch. He tried to focus on his question, on his desire to undress Loki, or just to get Loki naked too. But how could he when Loki's touch rendered him so useless all the blasted time? He felt he'd never get away from this feeling, he'd never stop falling apart at the gods touch. Though to him that didn't sound too bad.

“You certainly may. I'm quite curious to see if you'll be as impatient as I suspect you'll be.” Loki replied, his finger staying for just a moment longer, pressing lightly into his leg. His words were like a spark in a powder keg, Loki's challenge a mix of indulgence and provocation. He liked Mobius' growing confidence, watching him shed his remaining hesitation and get what he wanted. Loki was more than ready and willing but wasn't about to make it easy for him.

“Let's see how well those clever hands of yours fare when they're not trembling,” Loki leaned back slightly, his hands falling away to rest at Mobius' sides, giving him a bit of space but making it abundantly clear he wasn't going anywhere.

Mobius leaned forward, sitting up just enough to keep himself up right. He didn't need to be told twice, didn't need any more encouragement. His hands reached out, his fingers lightly trembling already at the thought of touching Loki now. He took a small breath to stabilize himself and fidgeted with one of the buttons. Testing the tightness of it before he smiled a bit. He was a master at button up shirts, he wore one all the time, after all. He smiled, leaning forward just enough to wrap one hand behind Loki's neck, pulling him forward just enough to plant a soft kiss to his lips as he looked into the man's green eyes. Meanwhile, his other hand was making swift and precise work of the buttons. Popping each one open one by one with barely a second in between movements. This was at least something he could show off his skills at, and he was rather proud of himself.

The second the last button was undone Mobius didn't remove his shirt yet, he leaned further forward as he kissed against Loki's neck, lightly nipping at his skin just enough to be felt, to tease to make one who likes to be bitten want more. Loki exhaled a soft groan, his head tipping back slightly to give Mobius better access to his neck. The featherlight kisses combined with the teasing nip of teeth sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help the sly smile that curled his lips.

“You're full of surprises, aren't you?” Loki murmured as his fingertips ghosted over Mobius' sides. He shifted closer, his chest brushing Mobius' as the shirt hung loosely over his shoulders now that the buttons were undone. The sensation of Mobius' lips and teeth against his skin was delectable, and Loki couldn't resist threading his fingers through Mobius' hair, gently tugging to tilt his head back just enough for their eyes to meet. “But do be careful,” he said, his tone a mix of teasing and a warning laden with heat. “Bite me like that again, and I might just show you what happens when I lose my patience.”

“Oh? Am I to take that as you like being bitten, sweet prince?” Mobius whispered softly, looking up at Loki. He wasted no time gliding his hands across Loki's chest, his fingers barely grazing his nipples before going to his back, pushing the shirt down his shoulders as his nails very lightly scratched against his soft skin. “On second thought…” Mobius mumbled to himself, moving his head just enough to latch onto Loki's neck. The bite wasn't painful, but it was intense, much different than the teasing bite he placed earlier. This one would leave light teeth marks on the man's skin, though they'd fade rather quickly.

Loki's breath hitched at the bite, a low, rumbling sound of approval escaping his lips. His hands instinctively tightened on Mobius' hips, pulling him flush against his body as a wave of want coursed through him. The sting of teeth against his skin sent a thrilling jolt of sensation spiraling through him, one he hadn't expected to enjoy quite so much. His head tilted, giving Mobius even more access as his hands trailed up Mobius' back, fingertips dragging teasingly along the fabric before slipping beneath it. 

“I wonder... Can you handle what happens when you push a god too far?” Loki's lips brushed against Mobius' ear as he continued, his tone dark and sultry. Before Mobius could respond, Loki's lips descended on his again, this time with a ferocity that left no room for hesitation. The kiss was demanding, Loki's tongue skimmed Mobius' lower lip before slipping past it. The heat between them grew overpowering as Loki let his shirt slip fully from his shoulders, leaving his upper half bare. When Loki finally broke the kiss, he stayed close, his lips brushing against Mobius' jawline as he whispered, his breath hot against his skin. “Tell me, Mobius... how far are you willing to go tonight?” 

Mobius didn't expect the kiss. And without a second to think or silence himself he moaned into the kiss, eyes immediately closing as he felt himself lose every bit of control on himself. When the kiss broke it left him wanting, a slight whine escaping by accident as he looked at Loki, eyes glazed over with lust that darkened with every touch.

“As far as we can…” Mobius' words held no hesitation, no desire to pull away and for once, no shyness. He knew exactly what he wanted, knew what Loki wanted and he was more than prepared to give him everything tonight. “Just don't stop here, please.” He nearly pleaded, seeming to beg for more as he pulled Loki into another intense kiss that easily screamed his desires without the need for words.

Feeling Mobius practically devouring him with that heated kiss, Loki's usually nimble fingers fumbled in excitement as he hastily undid his belt, the metal clinking loudly in the room. With a swift tug, he shimmied out of his pants and underwear in one fluid motion and tossed them carelessly off to the floor somewhere with an impatient huff. With a roguish grin, Loki grabbed Mobius by the arms and pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him and pinning him down. Now they were both naked, it seemed too easy to give into whatever Loki was thinking about. He leaned in, his warm breath fanning over Mobius' lips as he teased him.

“Patience, my dear. I'll give you everything you want... but first, let me have a little fun.” Mobius gave a small nod. Taking this moment to look over Loki's body, or what he could see of it with the position he was in. Loki was beautiful, he knew this. He seemed so perfect, every single part of the man was breathtaking. From his hair and eyes down to as low as Mobius could see.

“God, you're gorgeous…” Mobius whispered, looking up at Loki with amazement and he gave a small nod, “Have as much fun as you wish.” He offered quietly, hoping he wouldn't regret those words later. Loki chuckled at Mobius' breathless admiration, reveling in the power he held over the man sprawled beneath him.

“Flattery will get you everywhere tonight,” Loki murmured, leaning down to press a series of gentle kisses along Mobius' jawline and throat, his hands roaming freely over the other man's chest and stomach. He paused to admire the view, taking a moment to appreciate the way Mobius' body trembled beneath his touches. Loki licked his lips hungrily as he looked down at Mobius' obvious arousal, a smile spreading across his face. He tucked a stray lock of his hair behind his ear as he shifted and leaned down. “Let's see if you taste as divine as you look.”

Mobius was already on the edge of sanity. He started to think that this was some kind of fever dream and he'd wake up before it finished, gods he hoped not. This wouldn't be something he could ever tell anyone! Loki's words pulled him from his thoughts and suddenly his face turned red again. He wanted to question him, but he knew exactly what he meant. And yet he was far from ready, though his body said otherwise. He bit his lip, watching Loki's slow movements as he leaned down. He wanted to speak, but the words didn't form. He wanted this, wanted all of what Loki was planning, and more.

Once Loki had settled between his legs, he wrapped one hand around his length, giving it a few firm strokes before leaning down to lick a long, slow stripe from base to tip. He took his time, teasing the sensitive tip with his tongue before slowly, agonizingly slowly, taking him into his mouth. He set a torturously unrushed pace, his eyes locked on Mobius' face to watch his reactions. He could feel the man's hips bucking beneath his hands a little, which he had placed firmly on Mobius' thighs to keep him still. 

“Mmmm…” Loki hummed around Mobius, relishing the taste and the shuddering it elicited from above. He could feel Mobius' fingers threading through his hair, grasping almost desperately at his scalp. He could feel Mobius trembling with pleasure under his attentions, which only spurred him on.

The teasing left Mobius mentally begging for more. And before he knew it he got his desire. The warmth of Loki's mouth around his length made his breath catch in his throat, making his body tense up. He looked down at Loki, his fingers slightly gripping onto Loki's hair, though not harshly yet, as he watched Loki, watched his movements and the look in his eyes. He wanted to see everything, to make it feel more intense, though he didn't know how long that would last before he couldn't focus on anything but the pleasure.

Loki's eyes locked onto Mobius' as he took him deeper, his mouth and throat working in perfect synchronization to swallow him whole. Loki was looking up at Mobius from beneath his lashes, his eyes filled with a fierce hunger as he continued to work him with his mouth. He could feel Mobius' fingers tightening in his hair, the slight tugging only encouraging him further. He used his hand in tandem with his mouth, twisting and pumping in rhythm with his sucks and licks. He took him deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate his length, and swallowed around him. He relaxed his jaw, taking him to the hilt until his nose was buried in the soft curls at the base of Mobius' length that matched the color of the hair on his chest.

Mobius moaned, leaning his head back as his eyes closed. He tried to stay somewhat focused, to at least be worth pleasing and not become a puddle beneath the god, but he failed. His fingers gripped into Loki's hair a bit tighter than he meant to. He had already lost all focus, his body only wanting to enjoy the feeling of Loki's mouth wrapped around his length and the warmth that came with it. He wanted to last as long as possible, but it seemed Loki knew exactly what he was doing, and already had Mobius leaking from the tip, already had his head starting to spin as he bit his lip at the feeling of now being fully buried inside Loki's throat, gaining another gasp from the poor man who had no idea Loki would be this good.

Loki could feel his own warm saliva dripping down his chin and on his hand as he eagerly took Mobius in. He didn't care about any mess either of them ended up making, only that Mobius was making those delicious whimpering noises and his fingers were tightening in his hair. He didn't care that the sheets beneath were getting spit stained. He was too focused on the task at hand, too entranced by the way Mobius was already shaky and making those helpless little noises. Loki was thinking to himself how sweet his mortal tasted, wondering how many times over he could get Mobius off in a row.

Mobius was already so close to falling apart. So weak to everything Loki did, he blamed it on this being their first time, he tried to convince himself he would be better next time. But right now all he could do was whine and whimper as Loki took him. He wanted to apologize for pulling so hard on Loki's hair, but words were far from his mind. He was so close already, though trying his best to hold back a bit longer, to get those few extra seconds of bliss before the ending, but Loki wasn't making it easy.

Loki felt Mobius' grip on his hair tighten, the whimpering growing louder and more desperate. He bobbed his head faster, taking Mobius as deep as he could, his nose buried in Mobius' pelvis. Loki felt Mobius tensing, his whole body growing rigid as he got closer. He wrapped his lips tighter around Mobius' length and sucked harder, encouraging him to let go. He'd thought about pulling away at the last moment but he thought it'd be too cruel, this time at least.

Mobius didn't make Loki wait much longer, or rather he couldn't. He let out a loud moan as he gripped Loki's hair tightly. His release was washing over him faster than he could think to warn the man and his hips made a desperate attempt to buck forward involuntarily as he spilled into Loki's mouth. His entire body shook, eyes shut tightly as his head remained leaning back. He was already in a daze now as his orgasm left his body tingling, leaving every nerve buzzing. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like that, or if he ever had. Though even if he had, it wasn't with Loki, so he didn't care to think about it.

Loki took his time savoring every last drop, his tongue swirling expertly to elicit the most amount of shivers from Mobius' spent form. He swallowed eagerly as he felt him pulse against his tongue. The heady taste sent a thrill straight to his groin. He planted a damp kiss on his inner thigh. Slowly, ever so slowly, Loki pulled back, his mouth still slightly open, allowing some saliva to drip down his chin. He looked up at Mobius, enjoying his hazy eyes, licking his lips clean as he looked up at Mobius' thoroughly wrecked state with a satisfied smirk.

Mobius finally looked up at Loki, his breathing a bit faster than he desired as he watched the man put on a slight show. He stared for a while, before leaning up. He had no plan of action, no clear thoughts, but he couldn't help but wonder what he'd taste like on Loki's breath. So he took the chance, pulling him into a passionate kiss as he slid his tongue inside the man's mouth, a small hum into the kiss as he took his time exploring the gods mouth. He had to admit, he didn't taste bad, at least not when he tasted himself off Loki he didn't.

Loki groaned into the kiss, Mobius' curious exploration sending shivers down his spine. He could feel his own arousal pressing insistently against Mobius' leg, desperate for friction. It took every ounce of his self-control not to grind against Mobius like a wanton creature in heat. Loki's mind was spinning, vision blurred slightly at the edges, his thoughts consumed by the overwhelming urge to fuck Mobius stupid right then and there. He could feel his own release building at an alarming rate, building from his stomach, his body aching with need.

Mobius pulled back from the kiss, his breathing rougher than it was before as he tried to focus through the lustful haze. However he could feel Loki's erection pressed against him and he got a small smile looking at the man with a fiery lust that matched his own.

“Do I get a turn to please you?” Mobius asked, his voice a hushed seductive purr as he gave the most pleading eyes one could ever see. He had learned that Loki seemed weak to certain looks, and despite better judgment he was going to use that against him for this moment. “Please?”

Loki's eyes dilated as he saw the pleading look in Mobius' eyes. He swore under his breath, his hips bucking forward again involuntarily. He could feel himself already melting under that gaze, his resolve crumbling. “You…” Loki's breathing hitched as he nodded, giving in to the puppy-eyes. He spread his thighs wider unconsciously. “You may do whatever you want.”

Mobius smiled, seeming excited that Loki said yes.  He moved, gently pushing Loki back on the bed as he took his place between the man's legs. He felt a bit nervous, but he didn't hesitate. He wanted Loki to feel just as good as he was feeling. He moved forward, starting by kissing Loki's neck, it seemed to be his favorite place to kiss. Mobius grazed his teeth across his shoulder as his kisses went lower, kissing against his chest, taking that chance to give each nipple a small kiss before kissing lower. The entire time he kept his eyes on Loki.

His hands, however, had their own fun. One took time to explore every inch of the man's skin he could touch, from his shoulders, to his neck, his chest and torso and settled across his sides, to his hips. Mobius seemed to enjoy the feel of Loki's skin against his hands. The other hand explored lower, his legs, his thighs, settling against Loki's length with a nice bit of pressure that would tease with just the right amount of friction. He didn't seem shy anymore, he seemed confident, and calm as he explored the gods body. He kept his movements slow, teasing and showing no signs of rushing this exploration. When finally he kissed down to his torso he kissed across to his left hip, a small smirk on his face as he opened his mouth, placing a sharp yet not painful bite against his hip, wanting to test what would happen.

“Oh fuck Mobius,” The bite to his hip sent a jolt through Loki's body, his head tilting back against the pillow as a soft groan escaped his lips, unbidden but unashamed. He hadn't expected Mobius to be so bold, and the realization sent heat pooling through him. His fingers instinctively tightened in the sheets below, gripping them to ground himself as he glanced down at the man between his legs. His pupils were blown wide with lust as Mobius explored his body with such tantalizing thoroughness. “Mobius...if you're going to mark me, make sure it's somewhere I can see it all the time.” Loki said in a husky tone, voice a little shaky and breathless.

“Patience, my prince, I'll give you marks you can see. But I'll enjoy leaving ones I can see too.” He licked against the bite, kissing the mark gently before kissing back to the middle of Loki's torso and kissing down to his pelvis. He looked up at him, his heart racing as he smiled, licking the very tip of his length, his tongue sliding across the slit before placing a soft kiss against it. He was starting to see the joys in teasing someone to the point their body begged for them. Loki had already taught him well. His hands both moved now resting against his inner thighs, giving them gentle squeezes as he licked against his tip once more, really wanting to make Loki squirm just a tiny bit, but he was also doing this for his own enjoyment.

Loki's eyes rolled back in his head as Mobius' tongue swirled around his tip, the gentle kisses and squeezes to his thighs sending sparks of pleasure through him. He tried to thrust into Mobius' mouth, but the agent held his thighs firmly in place, preventing him from moving. His hips bucked slightly against Mobius' mouth. Loki cursed under his breath, a string of creative and colorful insults directed at the universe for teasing him so cruelly with pleasure just out of reach. His hips jerked as Mobius' tongue flicked out again, teasing his sensitive flesh. But he wouldn't beg. He swore he wouldn't.

Mobius absolutely loved the way Loki responded to his teasing, deciding to continue to tease him further, wanting to hear his curses more. He was fully enjoying the responses. He continued his relentless teasing, stopping his licks against his tip only to softly lick against his inner thigh. He looked up at Loki through his lashes, a very mischievous gleam in his eyes before he suddenly sunk his teeth into Loki's inner thigh hard enough to definitely leave teeth impressions in his skin as well as leave a bruise later. Well, maybe. This was a god, he wasn't sure how easy it would be to mark him. However, he didn't care right now about the marks, he wanted to have his fun, wanted to make Loki feel how he was feeling before he gave the man pleasure, he had never felt before.

Loki's back arched off the bed as Mobius sank his teeth into him, the pain mixed with the pleasure of the teasing was exquisite but frustrating at the same time. He cursed again, hands balled up into fists holding the sheets at his sides. His own teeth sank into his bottom lip as he fought the urge to just grab Mobius and force his pretty mouth open for him to use. 

“You...Gods dammit, Mobius,” The licking, the kissing, the biting, it was all driving Loki crazy. Mobius licked at the bite, looking up at Loki with a big grin.

“Yes, Loki?” He nearly purred before moving to lick a steady and slow lick up from the base of his length to the tip, across the slit and sealing it with a small kiss. He knew exactly what Loki was feeling, or so he thought, he didn't exactly have the same desire Loki was having but he did understand the frustration of wanting more and being denied a bit longer. He repeated the action once more, licking from base to tip, fully before licking his lips and opening his mouth, finally taking at least the tip of Loki's length into his mouth. He immediately enjoyed the taste, feeling it was something he could quickly grow addicted to.

Loki let out a strangled groan, the wet heat of Mobius' mouth sent a shockwave of pleasure zinging up his spine. His hips involuntarily twitched up again, trying to push deeper but Mobius was annoyingly still holding him down. He looked down to see Mobius' lips around his tip, a sight equally mesmerizing and infuriating. He bit his lip again, trying to hold back any irrational urges. The teasing was making him a little insane, and now that he was getting relief, he didn't want to ruin it by being too rough on accident. But gods, it was hard to resist the temptation.

“Mobius...just…” Loki's mind was clouded with desire as he struggled to maintain any sort of rational thought. He knew he needed to tell him to stop or start, but he could hardly get any words out.

“Hmm?” Mobius hummed around Loki's length in his mouth as he looked up at him. He was rather enjoying himself, and the way Loki reacted. Everything was absolutely beautiful and yet he could tell Loki was struggling with something, and he wished him to let go, the way he had been made to. Though he wasn't sure what Loki was fighting with inside his mind. He swirled his tongue around his tip a bit before taking more of Loki's length into his mouth, finally moving his hands from his thighs as he gently ran his fingers across his inner thighs slowly and up to his hips.  He was clearly going to tease Loki for a bit longer, fair play after all. And yet he still took more of the man's length into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down what he had taken into his mouth so far to add to the man's pleasure. After all he wanted to tease and give pleasure, not just tease.

Loki's resolve crumbled as Mobius took him deeper, the agent's skilled mouth and teasing touches made him shiver. Loki's hips jerked again as Mobius took more of him into his mouth, a strangled moan, and his determination clear. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly, the pleasure too intense to ignore. Though now it felt like a game, and he didn't want to give Mobius the satisfaction of coming any time soon. He gritted his teeth, trying to fight the urge to thrust up into his mouth. He refused to give Mobius the satisfaction of making him come so easily. No, he wanted to drag this out, to make Mobius work for it. He didn't want to come too soon, not when they were just getting started. He wanted to make this last, make this night last, to draw out the moment for as long as possible.

Mobius nearly felt Loki's struggle, and it made his eyes absolutely glow with excitement. With that confidence in mind he finally stopped teasing Loki so much. He began to move with purpose, taking more of Loki into his throat as he relaxed his throat and mouth, working his mouth in a nice rhythm that was pleasing but wasn't over doing it. He used his tongue as he moved his head, working his way down Loki's length inch by inch as he relaxed his throat more. Mobius was honestly enjoying just how much he could make Loki fall apart even though he still felt he was holding back, and though it did irritate him, he knew he couldn't make the man fall apart like he did him, but he would do his absolute best. Meanwhile, his hands moved to just underneath Loki, groping at his rear and smiling internally as he did so, feeling proud of himself for finally grabbing not one but two handfuls of Loki's ass.

“Ah, gods, just like that,” Loki finally gave up trying to be gentle, his hands flying to Mobius' hair as he threaded his fingers through it, gripping tight and trying to guide his movements. It was overwhelming, intense in a way he'd never experienced before. Those strong hands on his ass too, he could just die. He exhaled sharply through clenched teeth as Mobius intensified his efforts, his enthusiasm thrilling and agonizing. His self control was slipping fast and the coil of pleasure was taut in his gut, close to snapping. 

Mobius couldn't help but make a very muffled moan, making his throat vibrate slightly as Loki's hands gripped his hair. He also didn't seem to mind the guidance, though he'd not let Loki have all the fun in doing so. He put up a tad bit of resistance to Loki's guidance, giving in just enough to satisfy but not enough for it to feel like Loki was using the man, though he personally wouldn't care if he did. He did gain more confidence as Loki seemed to give in and continued his efforts with no hesitation. Mobius managed to relax his throat and jaw enough to take the man fully into his mouth, enjoying the scent of Loki's hair even down here. But what he was really enjoying was the sounds.

His head again began to move in time with his massaging gropes on his ass. Mobius took his time, ensuring nothing but pleasure as best he could deliver, he did feel lacking compared to Loki, he'd not let that stop him from doing what he could to draw out more sounds and breaths from the man. His eyes glanced up to look at Loki, wanting to see the state the man was in for himself, but it was a tad bit difficult given his focus was on staying relaxed enough to constantly bottom out on Loki's length with each bob of his head.

Loki's eyes rolled back as Mobius took him fully into his throat, a shuddering groan escaping his lips at the sensation. Despite his earlier resolve, he found himself surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, his hands in Mobius' hair as he guided him. Loki's breath came in gasps as he stared down at Mobius, his eyes blazing with a myriad of emotions: desire, frustration, and a grudging respect for the now former agent's tenacity. His body tensed at the vibration of Mobius' moan, the pressure building at the base of his spine as his knees started to shake slightly. He didn't think he could hold back any longer. With trembling hands, he gripped Mobius' hair tighter, pulling him closer despite knowing it would probably be too much. 

“Mobius... I... I'm…” Another muffled moan occurred as Loki's grip on his hair tightened again. He didn't stop his rhythm, moving the best he could with Loki's grip pulling him closer. How he managed not to gag was beyond Mobius, something he'd question later when he actually cared about the why. In this moment, all that mattered was Loki's pleasure, the knowledge that he was about to burst. It gave Mobius more than enough encouragement to keep going, not minding the grip on his hair or the way Loki tried to speak. Instead he moved, making sure he had every inch of Loki's length down his throat until his nose settled back into the hair and skin below. He wanted to fully taste Loki, and enjoy every drop he could. He refused to disappoint the man, especially now. However he kept his eyes up, watching Loki carefully, he wanted to see this moment for himself not just feel it.

Loki threw his head back with a guttural moan as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His grip on Mobius' hair was almost painfully tight as he pulsed and throbbed, releasing hot ropes of white directly in Mobius' mouth. It happened so suddenly and intensely he didn't even have time to give Mobius any real warning. It felt so good it was bordering on painful. His voice cracked as he moaned out Mobius' name as he rode out the aftershocks. 

Mobius made sure to keep his eyes on Loki up until he filled his mouth and throat, then his focus broke and he had to focus on something else, like breathing. He did struggle just slightly, more from the grip on his hair than anything. And yet he swallowed every drop, keeping his head down and in place with Loki's length still buried fully down his throat as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. Though not like he could move much with Loki's grip, he didn't mind staying where he was for longer. Mobius did end up blushing at how his name was moaned, it left him feeling amazing to know he could make Loki sound such a way. That sound was something he'd remember for a long time. He felt a tingle of excitement course through his heart. When he finally relaxed, Loki slowly released his grip on Mobius' hair, letting him catch his breath. He looked down at the other man, his face flushed and his eyes glassy.

“Fuck,” he panted, his voice rough, closing his eyes briefly. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. A trembling hand slowly stroked through Mobius' hair, gently this time, as Loki's body continued to come down from the high. His eyes fluttered open, meeting the slightly flushed face of the man still between his legs. After a moment, he finally managed to speak, his voice hoarse and shaky. “Mobius…” Loki whispered, voice still thick with lingering desire. Slowly, Mobius pulled his head up, the feeling of Loki's length leaving his throat made him shiver. He sat up on his knees, looking up at Loki. He looked like a mess. Hair wild from Loki's pulling, saliva trailing down his mouth and chin, and yet those eyes of his were bright still. He licked his lips, a small smile appearing as he tilted his head.

“Hm?” Mobius hummed, answering Loki's calling of his name. He looked rather calm, as if Loki had just unlocked the secrets to calming the man down completely. But inside, everything was a mess in all the right ways. His heart was racing, his mind was still void of any thoughts that didn't include pleasing the god before him. His breathing was a bit ragged and harsh but he was coping rather well for the most part. His throat did hurt a bit. It wasn't painful, it was more a pleasant kind of ache that he would gladly wish to feel again and again. Mobius placed his hands at his side for the moment, it was clear he was overwhelmed or maybe his lust had reached such a point that he had to fight to hold himself back just as Loki had earlier. Loki was amused by Mobius' dazed yet composed demeanor. He reached out to cup Mobius' chin, wiping away the stray saliva with his thumb, his touch surprisingly tender. 

“Such a good boy,” Loki murmured, the praise dripping with affection. He contemplated the allure of just cuddling with Mobius, basking in the warmth of their shared intimacy. Yet, another, more intrinsic urge stirred within him. “Tell me, Mobius…Do you crave tenderness now or…do you wish for more vigorous pursuits?” Loki found himself torn between the two temptations. 

“I crave both, to be honest. Maybe more vigorous pursuits now, tenderness after?” Mobius suggested. By the way he answered so quickly, yet carefully it was very clear that he was no longer as shy or nervous as he was at the start. He was now at least able to tell Loki what he wanted without stumbling over his words like a helpless child. He did still blush as he said what he desired from this moment, that was something that may never stop. It may lessen as they got more acquainted over time but he didn't think he would ever stop blushing around Loki. “If that's okay?” Mobius added with a slight whispered tone, though he didn't take his eyes off Loki. After all, he had the most perfect view and he was taking complete advantage of it. As Mobius' words left his lips, Loki felt a surge of heat rush through his veins, his body already reacting to the man's whispered request. It was nearly dizzying how fast his blood rushed south.

“More than okay,” With a single motion, Loki quickly conjured up a bottle of luxury lube and a pack of premium condoms from thin air. “These are customary for mortals, no?” Loki found himself trying to recall what was proper in this world. Mobius was stunned for a second. He had forgotten Loki could use magic and suddenly that thought alone had his mind wandering to all kinds of places it definitely shouldn't. He gave a nod.

“They are. Well, they're normal to use. But you don't have to, if you don't wish.” There he went, stumbling over his words, and not able to get out what he meant. It annoyed him, he knew it was because his mind went so far south at the thought of Loki's magic he didn't know how to pull it back. “What I mean is…while yes, the um…” Mobius gestured towards the lube. “That…is definitely a necessity, the uh… condoms , are more meant to protect from sickness that can be transferred between people. And pregnancy…though they're not one hundred percent efficient…so that's more a personal preference thing.” Mobius took a moment to explain and breath to calm his nerves. Though he couldn't get over how absolutely sweet Loki was to think about these kinds of things. Loki's eyebrows arched in curiosity as he listened to Mobius' explanation, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Ah, so it's a protection against mortal ailments and procreation? Fascinating. I must admit, my knowledge of mortal biology has always been somewhat...lackadaisical.” He reached out, gently tracing a fingertip down Mobius' nearest leg. “But correct me if I'm wrong, mortal men can't conceive, can they? So those particular precautions are... unnecessary for us, yes?” Loki gave Mobius' leg a little squeeze. “Either way, I have no need or desire for these mortal contraptions…unless you insist, for your peace of mind.” Loki's words hung in the air, tinged with playful deference to Mobius' comfort. His thumb stroked gently along the agent's hipbone, sending shivers across Mobius' skin.

“No. Mortal men can't conceive. Well, not that I know of at least. So no, we've no need for them.” Mobius agreed, blushing darker as he took in the way Loki looked at him. Listened to the tone Loki used. It was all so alluring despite the playfulness in his tone. It all left him wanting more. Soon his hands gently moved to softly caress Loki's cheek, his thumb rubbing softly over the skin as he gave a warm smile. “I do appreciate your kindness for my safety. And admire your preparation. Can't say it even crossed my mind once.” He admitted a bit embarrassed that such things never crossed his mind. Loki leaned into Mobius' touch, his eyes softening with affection. The way Mobius' simple gesture, a touch, a tender smile, affected him was almost frightening in its intensity.

“I'm sure your mind is preoccupied with far more interesting things than mortals' precautions,” Loki said, his voice a borderline purr. “If you've rested long enough perhaps I can assist you with losing your mind instead, hm?”

“You're right. Hard to care about much else when I have you to distract me.” Mobius matched Loki's tone that time. He gave a nod, arousal at his thoughts alone already started to course through his spine.

“Yes, please.” Mobius was barely able to whisper the words out loud. He felt Loki was a verbal consent kind of person so he had been trying to give him that the best he could. Loki's green eyes darkened, reflecting the growing desire in Mobius' expression. He reached up to gently remove Mobius' hand from his face, pressing a soft kiss to the palm before placing it back against his own cheek.

“Excellent,” Loki murmured. He guided Mobius towards him, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “Come, my dear. Lay yourself in my lap, face down.” His voice was low, commanding, wanting to prep Mobius properly so he hopefully wouldn't receive any complaints later. Mobius nodded, though starting to blush at the thought of being so exposed, or maybe it was the thought of being in Loki's lap? He got into position, crawling into Loki's lap. He pressed his face down as he was told, keeping his ass up and within reach as his heart began to pound in his chest. He had never felt so exposed, despite all they had just done. But he wasn't afraid. He knew Loki would take care of him. He couldn't help being a bit shy about the new position.

“Like this?” Mobius asked quietly. Trying to calm his heart so he could hear Loki's voice rather than a pounding in his ears. Loki's fingers ghosted down Mobius' back, soothing as he spoke, smooth and hypnotic.

“Perfect, my sweet,” Loki smiled, his fingers trailing over Mobius' flushed skin. He was splayed in his lap, one hand on his waist while the other explored. He examined Mobius' tight hole, his thumb pressing against the entrance as he studied it intently. Satisfied, he reached for the lube, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers before returning to Mobius' ass. Loki dipped his fingers, slick with lube, teasingly circling Mobius' furled knot. He applied gentle pressure, feeling the resistant muscles gradually begin to yield.

“Relax for me, darling,” Loki said, his other hand gently rubbing the small of his back. “Let me in.” Mobius had known what Loki's desire was. And yet he almost immediately had to hold himself back from squirming. The feeling of his finger, now slick with the lube against him, made his heart nearly stop. He closed his eyes, giving a small nod as he did his absolute best to relax. He trusted Loki, and used that thought to calm his body the best he could. He didn't want to disappoint Loki by letting his nerves get the better of him now, and it wasn't like this would be the most intense part. That thought also helped him calm down a bit more and relax more into Loki's touch.

“That's it,” Loki praised softly, feeling Mobius at least attempted to relax. He let out a small hum, pleased with Mobius' trust. He traced gentle circles around his hole in time with rubbing his back before slowly pushing in just the tip of his middle finger. With gentle, steady pressure he slipped past the resistant muscle and paused for a moment to allow Mobius to adjust to the sensation. Loki curled his finger, just testing to see how Mobius would react. Mobius couldn't help but let out a small gasp. Though the feeling was strange, even a bit uncomfortable at first it wasn't painful and he was thankful for that. He shivered just slightly at the feeling of Loki's finger curling inside him, gaining a small whine of surprise. He did try to focus on relaxing a bit more for Loki. Mainly because he wanted to be praised more. Loki did so like hearing Mobius gasp like that. He slowly began to pump his finger in and out, shallow thrusts designed to loosen Mobius further. He crooked his finger again, seeking out that magic spot inside and was rewarded with a shudder from Mobius.

“Oh, we're finding our way already,” Loki murmured. His other hand stayed at his hip, tracing little patterns into his skin. With each gentle twist against Mobius' velvety walls, he sought the best angle to get more noises out of the other man. He squeezed his hip reassuringly. “Remember to breathe for me.” Breathing was the hard part, Mobius almost forgot to breathe. But he did. He took a small breath, just enough to remind his lungs how it felt to have air in them as he let out a few more soft whines. The feeling inside started to feel less strange and more enjoyable. It started to feel a bit more intense and his mind was slowly relaxing more into the feeling and craving more of it. It was hard to keep himself still for as long as he had been. His body tried to rock a bit, as if seeking more pressure against that sweet spot inside him. He tried to still himself though, not wishing to be scolded, but at the same time wanting more! 

Loki noticed how Mobius was rocking slightly, like he was trying to meet his finger each thrust and that turned him on even more. He rewarded the mortal's restraint by adding a second finger, stretching him further. He could tell even if Mobius wasn't voicing it, his body language was speaking volumes. He wanted more.

“You're learning so quickly, darling,” Loki smiled. He liked how Mobius had started off pretty shy but it seemed he was letting his body do some of the talking, even if it wasn't intentional. “Someone's eager.” The second finger being added gained a slightly shocked whimper from the man before he was able to silence it. The stretch felt a bit painful at first but seemed to quickly melt into a pleasure that left him wanting to feel so much more. He pressed his ass against Loki's fingers a bit more.

“Please, Loki...I...need more!” Mobius ended up begging. He no longer cared if it was shameful to beg, he didn't have the mental strength to fight against his desires anymore. He just wanted to feel more, he was desperate and needy and it was all Loki's fault. He slightly gripped onto the covers, his body aching with the need for more.

“Patience, Mobius,” Loki said in nearly a whisper. He could feel his desperation, the way he was pushing back against his digits like he was trying to draw them in more. Loki refused to be rushed. “You take more than two fingers right now, you'll be awfully sore later.” He purred. Loki slowly removed his fingers as he grabbed the bottle of lube behind him on the bed spread and uncapped it with his thumb. He poured a generous amount back onto his other fingers to make sure they were thoroughly slick before going back to teasingly circle his rim.

“M-Maybe I want to be sore!” Mobius whined when Loki removed his fingers, feeling a bit upset by the emptiness he suddenly felt. But he tried to be patient, but it was failing, internally failing. Physically, he managed to still his movements, holding back another whine of desire.  He heard the bottle pop open and made him glance back a bit, not minding the new slickness against him as Loki began to tease again. It took all his strength to keep himself still, nuzzling into whatever was beneath his face, he was no longer paying attention to those details, he just wanted to feel more of Loki's fingers inside him. Loki chuckled, amused by his impatience.

“So greedy,” With that, he pressed three fingers into his welcoming heat this time, without pause. “This is what you wanted, isn't it?” Loki flexed his fingers, scissoring slightly to stretch him further. “Can you imagine what my cock would feel like here instead? Think you could take that?” Loki asked with a teasing lilt as he watched his fingers move with rapt attention. 

“Yes!” Mobius gasped out, suddenly moaning as he shivered at the feeling of Loki's fingers suddenly back inside him. The scissoring felt amazing, serving to cause him to moan out a bit louder as he tried to keep himself still.

“I...fuck, I'd love nothing more than to try!” His voice was hushed, needy sounding as he grit his teeth. He knew Loki was trying to prepare him but damnit, he wasn't sure how much longer he could take the teasing. His body craved more, much more. But he tried to be patient as Loki had told him to be. He hoped if he was a good boy he'd get rewarded, but being good was hard. And he just wanted to feel all of Loki “I think I could handle you…” Mobius managed to say, through a whine in his voice. 

"Look at you, taking three of my fingers so beautifully," Loki praised, moving them in and out at a good pace.  He withdrew his fingers completely before sliding his middle and ring fingers back inside Mobius' twitching hole. He honestly just liked to hear him sound so needy like that. The whine in Mobius' voice was delightful too. “You're almost ready for more, aren't you? Tell me what you need,”

“I need you! Please Loki, I need you!” Mobius whined again as Loki had removed his fingers, shivering a bit as he closed his eyes, making an attempt to take a breath. Though that breath was cut short at the feeling of his finger sliding back in making him whine again. He started to hate the teasing, well, not hate it, more just want more, so much more.

“Fuck, Loki I...I want to feel you inside more!” Mobius voiced his desires out loud, biting into his lip a bit as he tried to catch his breath again. He hadn't realized he had taken three fingers, but he did now, and realized just how good it felt, though wanting still to feel more. He was sure Loki was going to stretch him far more than his fingers, but he thought himself ready. Or so he hoped. Loki smirked, relishing the sound of Mobius' desperate whines. He withdrew his fingers once more, this time bringing his hand up to his mouth. He licked his palm where the lube hadn't dripped and then brought his hand to his length, giving it a few strokes. He coated it thoroughly, making sure every inch was slick and ready. Then with his clean hand he slipped it under Mobius' leg and lifted, encouraging him to rest however he pleased. 

“Oh, Mobius,” Loki whispered as he positioned himself rightly, taking a moment to align himself, needing the moment to collect his breath as well. “You're perfect, you know that? Fucking…” He trailed off to suck a breath in through his teeth as his tip brushed Mobius' skin, “Gorgeous…”

Mobius looked up at Loki, his heart starting to race faster in this new position. He took a small breath, feeling Loki's tip against his entrance made his heart flutter. He looked up at Loki with a lustful look in his eyes, feeling a heat pooling in his stomach as he tried to mentally and physically prepare himself for the soon to be new feeling.

“I'm not the only one that's perfect and gorgeous...you are too.” He said softly, clearly flirting with Loki even in this kind of position. He felt ready, but he also wasn't so sure at the same time. He started getting a bit nervous, but refused to back down now. He was biting at his lip already at the thought of Loki inside him. Loki's smile grew wider at Mobius' words, his heart fluttering in his chest at the praise.

“Mobius,” he groaned as he pressed forward slowly, the tip pushing past the initial resistance. Mobius was softer and probably sensitive after already coming earlier, but Loki was already giving a profoundly lewd moan as he sank in, inch by inch. Mobius' breath caught in his throat, a slight whine mixed with a moan escaped as Loki sank into his warmth. It did hurt a bit, the stretch burned and left him breathless as he closed his eyes. He couldn't form words, couldn't even think of anything to say as his entire focus shifted strictly to the feeling inside him as Loki filled him inch by inch. He leaned his head back, mouth slightly open as he finally remembered to take a breath as he shivered at the warmth spreading throughout his body. Loki kept pushing in one motion until he got to the hilt, then paused so they both could adjust, and Loki savored the feeling of being fully sheathed inside Mobius. After a few breaths, Loki leaned down and pressed a kiss to Mobius' forehead before starting to move, hips rolling in smooth undulations.

“Mobius, darling, you feel so good. Fuck, I want— I want to do this forever, would you hate me?” Loki ground out, his hands framing either side of Mobius' head. Each thrust filled the room with sloppy, slick sounds between their gasps and half stifled moans. Every inch led Mobius further to the edge, each whine that escaped left him feeling more and more breathless. He started to feel slightly dazed the more he was stretched. He had never felt anything like this. It was overwhelmingly intense. He shook his head a bit frantically.

“I wouldn't...hate you. It feels too good....Please...please, don't stop!” Mobius pleaded as his body grew more used to the feeling and grew to want more rather quickly. Each thrust stole his breath away, and damn it felt amazing and left him aching for more of this new feeling.

“Never,” Loki panted, his eyes locked onto Mobius' face, taking in every expression, every gasp and whimper. He could see the pleasure building in his eyes, the way his mouth fell open in a constant state of need. He leaned down, capturing Mobius' mouth in a bruising kiss, hard enough for his head to sink into the pillows. The snug, slick heat, Mobius' noises and pleading, gods everything was just delectable.

Mobius had never been so happy for a kiss before, it seemed to help calm his racing heart just enough to focus on everything else. Though he immediately moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Loki desperately as he deepened the kiss as much as he could, sliding his tongue inside the gods mouth as he held Loki as close as possible, his body pleading and begging for more and more. At this point, he wanted to forget anything and everything except the feeling of Loki inside him... in truth, he was already halfway there and was loving every second of his submission to this man who he had already fallen in love with so quickly.

Loki broke the kiss, admiring the half wrecked state he'd reduced Mobius to. He shifted slightly, nudging Mobius' thighs wider to try to hit that sweet spot with every movement. And Loki didn't shut up from then on, which was just like him, muttering needily about how good Mobius felt, how badly he wanted him to come again, how pretty he looked like this, how Loki wanted to suck him off again, or fuck him forever, or just stay there inside of him until they forgot where one ended and the other began. Loki talked and talked, and fucked him all the while, bodily pulling Mobius back when he slipped too far away, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises in their wake.

With every single movement inside, Loki got a variety of sounds, from moans to whines and whimpers to gasps and every sound in between. Mobius felt dizzy, felt overwhelmed, felt overly hot and yet he never tired of the feeling. He gripped onto Loki as best he could, feeling the tension in his body start to wind tighter and tighter as his sounds grew more needy. He was extremely close to another orgasm, his body trembled, his insides started tightening around Loki ever so slightly. He was moaning Loki's name out the closer he got to his release, though trying desperately to hole it back.

“I want you to come again,” Loki told him again, and this time he leaned forward, picked up and set Mobius' calves over his shoulders, and slipped his hand down to his cock. There wasn't much for him to do but lay there and take it, but he could do that, he could . And Loki wanted to watch every second of it happen.

The new position made Mobius lean back further into the bed, a heavy shiver going through his body as he tried to stifle a moan but failed. He couldn't handle the dual stimulation much longer, he tried so hard, but he just couldn't. Before too much longer, that tension snapped and he cried out as he came, his body trembling violently and insides clenching around Loki as he surrendered to the intensity of his release, the sound of his breathless moans quickly filling the room shamelessly. 

Loki watched, transfixed and grinning as Mobius came apart beneath him. As if Mobius wasn't falling apart on him, Loki just fucked him straight through drawing it out impossibly long until he was twitching with the aftershocks, his body fighting the pleasure even as he succumbed to it. And then Loki finally let his legs back down on either side of him, limp as anything, and finally curled back down to kiss Mobius, his fingers slowing to a gentle tease on his cock. Of course, Loki had only been giving this round, so it was only natural that he'd reached his limit. He was still kissing Mobius when he gave his cock another squeeze and then snapped his own hips hard enough to make Mobius jolt and moan out loud, and then Loki pulled back and looked down at him again, and there was no trace of a smile on his face anymore.

“I'm going to fuck you for real now,” he said, his face all serious and wanting, eyes dark and lashes even darker, a sheen of sweat making strands of his hair cling to his neck. Mobius let out a shocked moan as Loki's hips had snapped forward suddenly, stealing his breath away so suddenly. It took Mobius a few seconds to open his eyes, seeing that look in Loki's eyes, on his face, it made his heart race. The tone of his voice as he spoke only made the feeling in his chest tighter. Though he gave a nod, resigning quickly to his fate.

“Okay.” Mobius managed to mumble through breaths as he wondered how rough things were about to get. He was both looking forward to it and fearing it at the same time. It was extremely arousing to think about the things Loki meant, he just hoped his body could handle whatever Loki was planning.

Loki was sitting up onto his knees, dragging Mobius closer and lifting him by the hips until he was all but hanging from the grip Loki had on his ass. Mobius likely had barely registered the position before Loki began to fuck him, and instantly the difference was clear. Until now, Loki had been fucking him to make him feel good, and Loki's own pleasure had just been a byproduct. Now, Loki was fucking him to come, and Mobius was just a means to get there. He was, unequivocally, using him. Unlike before, he was silent, his eyes glued to Mobius' ass and his own cock, flushed and swollen from overstimulation.

Quickly, Mobius' sounds became much different. Much more intense, moans and gasps for breath over the small whines he was giving earlier. The new intensity sent jolts of various feelings throughout every nerve in his body and in all honesty he absolutely loved the new sensation. His mind was completely blank, not fully registering the position at all as Loki used his body to pleasure himself. Even if Loki had started like this, Mobius still would have ended up a mess covered in his own come because this intensity felt so different and so good it drove his body to the edge of overstimulation and over it. This time he couldn't even watch Loki, he didn't have the mental capacity to open his eyes, they remained shut tightly in pure bliss, even as Loki fucked him in such a manner he still moaned out the man's name.

He didn't know how much longer it took, but eventually Loki could feel that tightening in his gut, the shivers wracking down his spine with every piston of his hips, every scrape of his cock along Mobius' plush walls. He was going to come again, and there was no way to stop it. Loki's lips curled into a facsimile of a snarl as he fucked into Mobius like a doll, dragging his hips to meet every thrust like he weighed nothing. And then, finally, he was coming, pushing himself as deep as possible and spilling into Mobius shamelessly, chest heaving with each breath, muscles tense with exertion as he held Mobius up. 

Mobius actually seemed to love the treatment, more than one would probably expect. His cries of bliss were all that were heard until Loki filled his insides. Then the only sound he could release was a loud gasp as his entire body shivered again. The heat inside him felt heavenly, especially mixed with how deep inside Loki had buried himself. He struggled more now to catch his breath, chest rising and falling harshly as he was held up by Loki. He was completely dazed by this point, a very sated look of pure bliss in his glazed over blue eyes as he had given up on catching his breath. He would give nearly anything to feel like this again. To have Loki let go and just use him completely. He thought it would be unpleasant, he feared it at first, but gods knew just how much his body loved it. He blinked a few times to clear the blurred edges of his sight, looking at Loki and the look that was on his face. Just that look alone almost made him want to go another round. But he wasn't sure his body could handle another, though he'd not refuse if it led to another.

Loki smiled, chest still heaving as he held his lover in his arms. He liked how Mobius looked in this state, foggy and overcome with pleasure. Loki slowly withdrew, admiring how even after the other man's body clenched around him as he left the warmth. Loki lowered him back onto the bed carefully. He admired his handiwork, Mobius looking like a debauched mess of trembling limbs. He spent time raking over every inch of him to memorize it. Once he was laid back on the bed Mobius suddenly felt the exhaustion of his body, along with the throbbing sensation left behind when Loki pulled out from inside him. He looked up at Loki, watching him stare at him and suddenly his face began to turn a light shade of pink and he glanced away. Why did he suddenly feel embarrassed now after all they had just done? He couldn't answer that question, all he knew was he looked like a hot mess, he could feel it. And he made no move to cover up. He rather liked Loki's eyes on him.

Loki chuckled softly, amused by the rosy hue spreading across Mobius' cheeks. The sight of Mobius' bashfulness after their intense lovemaking was utterly charming. Loki leaned in, hovering over Mobius to whisper teasingly.

“And what is this blush for now?”  Loki's fingers gently traced up Mobius' stomach, dragging through Mobius' come, his voice dripping with mirth and mischief. “You're blushing more now than when I actually touched you. Is it the afterglow, or are you finally realizing how scandalously we behaved?”  Loki teased as he lay on his side pressed right up against Mobius.

“Both maybe?” Mobius mumbled as he watched Loki lay next to him and press against him. It gave him a rather nice sense of happiness that he still seemed to want to cuddle even after. Though he knew some of it had to do with his nerves still tingling in the afterglow of his first time. First time with a man, he couldn't be sure if he'd ever had sex with anyone else before. And yet he would definitely commit to only ever doing such so-called scandalous acts with Loki as often as he wished. He could get used to the feeling. Especially if it meant he got cuddles afterwards.

“Should we clean up, or just lay here and cuddle? Honestly by this point, I'm happy with either option.” Mobius truly was. He knew he needed to get cleaned up. But at the same time he also didn't really want to move. After passing the tip of his finger through the sticky residue, Loki stuck it in his mouth, humming thoughtfully at the taste. Then Loki wrapped his arms around Mobius possessively, pulling him closer. He nuzzled his face against Mobius' neck, breathing in his scent. 

“Let's cuddle a little longer,” Loki murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He could clean up later, but for now the warmth and comfort of being entwined with Mobius won out. He blinked in slight shock as he watched Loki stick the come into his mouth. Thinking to himself, 'okay…but did that need to be so arousing!?' He was glad for the decision. Glad to be pulled against Loki and feel the kiss to his cheek.

“I'm perfectly happy with that…” Mobius mumbled. Though if they stayed like that too long Mobius may fall asleep. He was exhausted, and every muscle in his body was now fully relaxed, still a tad sore in some places. But he wasn't complaining. He was comfortable and happy and wasn't wanting to leave Loki's warmth yet. 

Loki liked how safe and content Mobius seemed in his arms. He liked not having to worry about his safety after all the perilous situations they'd been in recently. Loki could feel Mobius growing heavier against him, breathing slower as sleep threatened to pull him under. He tightened his arm around his waist.

“Mobius…” Loki whispered, nuzzling his nose against his neck more insistently, not wanting him to sleep just yet. “Stay with me.”

“I'm still with you. Just…comfortable. You're very warm.” Mobius mumbled softly. Though letting out a soft hum at the nuzzling against his neck. A small giggle-like sound escaping. “So…did I leave enough marks?” he asked, clearly wanting an answer and not ashamed to ask either. Don't think for a second he wouldn't turn and mark Loki more if he told him no. Despite having low energy he would push through to make sure Loki was satisfied. “You wanted one you could see…I think I failed at that one…hm…” he hummed again. 

“Mm, yes, I do prefer my neck looking like a crime scene...but we have all the time in the world...no rush…” Loki hummed with an impish grin. He pulled his head back to look over Mobius. “However, you, my dear, will be left with some visible marks tonight,” Loki teased softly, running his thumb over what would definitely be bruises on Mobius' hips later. 

“You definitely have some dark bites that I can see. And depending on the clothing you wear others will too…” Mobius smiled proudly and looked over at Loki. “I rather like being marked by you…I think it should be a habit.” He teased with a grin on his face that nearly spoke how serious he was. He'd happily wear marks from Loki every day of his damned life. Though maybe something more permanent was a better idea. Though he didn't really have the mental strength to think of what that could be. Loki's eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned, mind already racing. He liked this idea of making it a habit. He poked Mobius' side playfully, his touch teasing.

“Oh, you rather like it, do you?” Loki mused, his voice a purr, though there was no mistaking the glint in his emerald eyes. “It does suit you.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Mobius' ear as he whispered, “And you think I should make a habit of it, hm? You truly are insatiable.” Mobius slightly jumped at the poke, making a small shocked sound as he blinked and looked at Loki.

“I'm starting to think I'm not the only insatiable one here.” Mobius commented quietly, though having to hold back a small noise at the feel of Loki's lips against his ear. A slight blush crept across his cheeks again. He hated how easy it was for Loki to completely make his mind forget how to think. Loki's smirk widened as he watched the blush creep across Mobius' cheeks, reveling in the effect he always seemed to have on the man. He traced a fingertip along his jawline, savoring the slight tremor it elicited.

“Who, me?” Loki asked, feigning innocence, batting his eyelashes. “I merely like to explore...possibilities.”

“You are just too cute!” Mobius groaned a bit, twisting his body to pull Loki against him, pulling him into a deep kiss that was anything but innocent. Now he was awake. And fully alert. Seems teasing him, or maybe Loki's cuteness, snatched him from his exhaustion quickly enough. Well for now at least. “Why are you so cute after such a moment? How do you do it?” he questioned after pulling from the kiss. His blue eyes sparkling in the light of the room with complete adoration for Loki. Loki let out a soft laugh as Mobius pulled him into another deep, passionate kiss. He melted into the embrace, arms wrapping tighter around Mobius as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. When they broke apart again, Loki's face was flushed and his eyes sparkling. He couldn't help but preen under his affectionate gaze, he loved being the center attention, especially when it came from Mobius. Loki was smitten.

“Cute? I thought I was meant to be the god mischief, not a kitten…” Loki said with a smirk.

“I think you're both. How that works I've no idea but I think you're both. I mean kittens are mischievous, cats in general are so it makes sense for you to be both.” he smiled, combing his fingers through Loki's hair. He liked the flushed look on Loki's face now. He had a victorious smile on him as he nuzzled into Loki's neck. “You'd make a cute cat…” Mobius chuckled a bit at the thought of a Loki cat…then thought of Loki with cat ears and a tail and suddenly that had a whole different part of Mobius' brain's attention. He was glad his face was hidden against Loki. Otherwise he was sure just by how he was looking Loki would be able to read him like a book. Loki loved how Mobius would suddenly switch from teasing to affectionate without warning, always catching him off guard and leaving him feeling warm and fuzzy and something else foreign inside.

“I think I prefer being the god of mischief, but the thought of having a tail is...intriguing.” Loki said, amused at the idea.

“That it is…soft and fluffy…may be fun to pet…or bite…” Mobius said the last word to himself, quiet enough that Loki, if he wasn't a god, would have not been able to hear. Though Mobius pulled back from Loki's neck, looking at one of his own bite marks and smiled. He reached up, rubbing his fingers across the mark so gently that it could have tickled if one was ticklish, or it could be considered teasing to others. Either way he traced the mark, a satisfied smile on his face as he looked up at Loki.

“Though I do prefer you as you…you're perfect just as you are.” Mobius smiled, his words sincere and loving. Loki caught Mobius' hand, pressing a gentle kiss to his fingertips while maintaining eye contact. 

“You're dangerous,” Loki whispered, a smirk playing on his lips. “The things you say…” His free hand trailed down Mobius' back in a way that was both comforting and suggestive. “I do believe you're trying to make me purr…”

“Maybe I am, but that's my secret.” Mobius smiled, slightly shivering at Loki's touch. He looked up at him, focusing again on just him. “Now who's the insatiable one here?” he teased as he shifted slightly to press a soft kiss against Loki's lips. That quickly was becoming his favorite thing, stealing kisses…and he'd continue to be the best thief he could be. Loki's smirk widened into a full blown grin as Mobius kissed him, biting his lower lip playfully before pulling back slightly. 

“Oh darling you have no idea...If only you knew how true that statement is.” He liked how Mobius now seemed to take kisses whenever he wanted, like he owned Loki's mouth. “You know, for someone who was so weary a moment ago, you seem to have found quite the energy boost.” Loki teased lowly.

“I blame you.” Mobius smiled brightly. “Don't misunderstand, I'm still tired…I think? But I'm wide awake for now. And still it's your fault,” he laughed as he looked at the god. He loved the teasing and the way he grinned. It was infectious and beautiful. “I mean, I can go back to being sleepy if you want. But I'm having more fun like this.” Mobius grinned, showing off his teeth that just moments ago were buried in Loki's skin.

“Oh, is that so? Am I now responsible for your energy levels?” Loki pretended to pout. tilting his head, his expression shifting into one of feigned indignation. He couldn't resist the urge to rectify the situation in his favor. “Well, if it's my fault, I should fix it, shouldn't I? I think I need to tire you out properly.”

“I think you do too,” Mobius agreed before he gave his words much thought. Though after he said that he blinked at his own words, blushing already as he gave a rather cute, shy smile. “How do you intend to tire me out now?” He asked curiously, moving closer to Loki as he moved the hand that was rubbing against the bite mark and trailing those fingers down Loki's shoulder and even further down his back. Now it was his turn to tease Loki and he was having fun touching him. Loki arched a brow at Mobius' flustered reaction, his lips curving into a devilish smile. He leaned in closer, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down Mobius' spine.

“How do I intend to tire you out?” Loki repeated, tilting his head as if giving the question serious thought. His fingers traced a languid path down Mobius' chest, pausing to press lightly over his heart, where he could feel its quickened rhythm. “Oh, I can think of a few ways, darling. But if you truly want to know…” Loki shifted, sliding his body closer until their faces were mere inches apart. “Why don't you take the reins this time?” His breath brushed against Mobius' cheek as he whispered his suggestion. He would enjoy seeing Mobius on top and riding him, having to do the work himself, wanting to see how much stamina he really had. Mobius' eyes sparkled with slight shock and some excitement. He had to think of what he was asking him to do. And yet it was obvious.

“Anything off limits?” Mobius asked carefully. He needed to know just in case his desires and Loki's were different. Last thing he wanted to do was push Loki too far too soon. “It would be best to tell me now before I take any kind of lead. Though don't be disappointed if I'm not as good as you are.” He admitted, a bit shy. Loki's smirk deepened at Mobius' cautious question. He reached up, letting his fingers trail lazily down Mobius' cheek, his touch feather-light yet enough to send a shiver through the other man. He tilted his head, as if considering the question with great care, though the way his fingers wandered from Mobius' cheek to his jawline and neck suggested his thoughts were less innocent. 

“How delightfully thoughtful of you, darling. But I assure you…” He leaned in, his lips brushing Mobius' ear as he whispered, his voice smooth. “You'll know if you cross a line. I have no trouble letting you know what I do and do not like. But truly, Mobius,” he continued, his tone more reassuring now, “you could never disappoint me. You're far too earnest, too delectable. Besides, I've always enjoyed a bit of experimentation.” Mobius gave a nod, then a smirk.

“Looks like I get my second chance to finish what I started after all!” Mobius seemed happy at the thought. Shifting from his spot to kissing Loki's cheek, and jaw, then down to his ear where he nipped at his ear lobe. “So I'm in control this time?” He whispered against Loki's ear as his hand trailed down Loki's back to his hip, his fingers gliding softly across the man's skin. He was nervous to over step. Or overdo it. But for Loki, he'd overdo it in a heartbeat, over and over again until he couldn't move. And that thought was fairly tempting. Loki's laugh was low and melodic as he leaned his head to the side, giving Mobius better access to his ear.

“Oh, darling,” he drawled, "You're asking for permission again? What happened to all that confidence I saw just moments ago?” Loki's hands moved with fluid precision, one sliding up Mobius' back to tangle in his hair, while the other rested at the small of his back, pressing their bodies flush together. He tilted his head, his lips brushing against Mobius' jaw as he spoke, his words a teasing whisper. 

“You're stalling, my sweet. Afraid you'll disappoint me?” Loki leaned back just enough to meet Mobius' gaze, his green eyes burning. His fingers tightened slightly in Mobius' hair, just enough to make his point, but not enough to hurt. “I told you, didn't I? You're in control now.” Loki's grin widened, wicked and inviting all at once. His voice dropped to a sultry murmur, every word dripping with provocation. “So stop hesitating and show me what you're capable of. Or are you going to waste this opportunity fumbling over your nerves?” The challenge was clear, Loki's entire demeanor daring Mobius to rise to the occasion. Maybe his words were a little cruel but he wanted to spur Mobius on. It definitely worked. Mobius carefully shifted, moving to where he had Loki on his back, Mobius was now straddling the man, sitting against his torso. He carefully removed Loki's hand from his hair and grabbed Loki's other hand, leaning forward to press the man's hands into the mattress.

“I was stalling a little. But I'm not apologizing. Just wanted one more moment of confirmation. So thank you,” Mobius smiled a beautiful mischievous smile as he held Loki's hands into the mattress. “Now. Let's keep your hands where they are.” He instructed as he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss against Loki's lips before moving to kiss his neck. He released Loki's hands, moving his own hands down Loki's arms lightly and teasingly. He didn't seem so shy at the moment. He seemed to be in a teasing mood. And if he could manage it, he'd make Loki squirm one way or another. Loki's breath hitched slightly as Mobius pinned his hands down, his eyes darkening at this turn. He kept his hands where Mobius instructed, though considered moving them just to see what he would do. He could feel his lips moving into a smile against his will as Mobius' kisses trailed down his neck. He loved how bold Mobius was being, it was a side of him that Loki found incredibly attractive. He spread his legs wider, allowing Mobius to settle between them more comfortably.

“Well well…” Loki said with a smile. Mobius said nothing, just let his movements do all the talking.  With no warning, not even tiny nips, he bit into Loki's neck hard enough to leave another mark, and a very dark one at that. He had plans, and this time he wouldn't get distracted, so long as Loki didn't distract him with his touches, that is, hence why he commanded him to keep his hands to himself for the moment. Mobius really wanted to hear Loki's sounds this time around and he absolutely was determined to get what he wanted somehow. He definitely wouldn't hurt the man, not on purpose at least. He still had things to learn when it came to these kinds of moments. Though he had learned that Loki seemed to like a little pain, he learned he did too, on that note. But he didn't wish to hurt him too much.

Loki let out a gasp at the unexpected bite, his head tipping back instinctively as a shiver of pleasure coursed through him. His hands unconsciously rebelled and went to Mobius' sides. The stinging ache of the bite sent a delicious thrill through him, his pulse quickening in its wake.

“I do enjoy being proven wrong in such... creative ways.” Loki mumbled. He could feel the tension in the air, thick with anticipation, and he relished the way Mobius was taking charge, and wanted to prod him for his reactions. Mobius grabbed Loki's hands off him gently, moving them back on either side of his head.

“Ah, ah. Hands to yourself my prince.” Mobius reminded him before going back to kissing down Loki's chest. However, he truly loved the sound he got, and wanted to hear more. With that in mind he licked against Loki's nipple, looking up at him as if daring him to move his hands again. He wouldn't bite Loki's nipple that hard, of course, but the threat was there in his eyes. He softly latched onto the small bud, flicking his tongue against it in his mouth. His hands released Loki's one hand finding its way down Loki's chest and stomach, while his other hand stayed on his bed for the moment.

Loki's lips parted as a low, approving hum escaped him, the sight of Mobius' confidence sending another wave of heat coursing through his veins. His resolve faltered momentarily when Mobius' tongue flicked over his nipple. A soft noise escaped his lips, his body arching slightly in response to the sensation.

For a fleeting moment, he tried to obey the mortal's command, his hands remaining obediently by his sides. But then Mobius' hand began to explore, trailing downward with tantalizing purpose, and Loki's resolve unraveled. Loki tsked, his breath trembling slightly as he gave in to the temptation. His hands moved again, one carding gently into Mobius' hair, the other caressing the curve of his jaw. Mobius stilled and looked up at him.

“You just can't stay still can you?” Mobius huffed in such a cute way. He looked around for a moment, sitting up and moving away from Loki's grip. Smiling when he found what he wanted. He leaned over the side of the bed, moving away from Loki long enough to grab something from the floor. He sat back up, not letting Loki see what he had grabbed before moving his hands back up above Loki's head this time.

“Gonna do this...now stay still after, okay? This is my time to shine, you got yours.” Mobius spoke in a slightly stern tone as he tied Loki's black tie he threw earlier around his wrists. “Now...behave, Loki.” Mobius requested as he looked at him. “Understand? Or next time I won't be so nice…” He warned, though it all just seemed so adorable as he tried to take charge. When the tie had come into view, Loki's smirk turned into a delighted grin. And when Mobius issued his warning, there was a flicker of excitement in his eyes. He tilted his head back slightly, exposing his neck in a gesture of submission that was far more provocative than compliant.

“You'll forgive me, won't you?” Loki teased, though the heat in his gaze betrayed how little he actually cared about being forgiven. “You make it utterly impossible to keep my hands to myself.” His words were daring, but his body betrayed him—relaxed and pliant beneath Mobius' touch, fully indulging in the mortal's growing confidence.

“I'll forgive you when you keep your hands where they are.” Mobius answered before moving back to his position, not giving small kisses and licks to Loki's other nipple, his hands gliding across his skin all over. From his chest to his torso, across his abs and to his sides and hips. His hands didn't miss a single spot to touch; he was fully exploring Loki's body now. Even going so far as to drag his nails lightly across some areas just to get more of a reaction as his lips closed around Loki's nipple and he gently nipped at the small bud in his mouth. Absolutely loving the way Loki seemed to submit. He knew it was an act and this god would never submit fully, he was okay with that. He was having fun exploring. 

Loki chuckled lowly at Mobius' response, the sound reverberating deep in his chest, but for once, he made no move to challenge the mortal's command. His wrists stayed obediently where Mobius had left them, tied and resting above his head against the pillows. A rare concession, but one he was enjoying far more than he expected. When Mobius' lips closed around his nipple, Loki's back arched slightly off the bed, his body moving instinctively toward the sensation. He groaned, a delicious sound of approval as the mortal's nails skimmed his skin, leaving faint trails of fire in their wake. He bit his lower lip as Mobius' teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his chest, a shiver coursing down his spine. He flexed against the tie binding his wrists, but he made no attempt to break free.

Mobius hummed in approval as he moved to kiss down Loki's stomach, licking back up from where his kisses ended, just above Loki's belly button and back up to his throat, looking up at the man with a grin that easily spoke volumes about what was to come. Yet without warning he moved slightly and bit into the pulse point on Loki's neck. Again biting hard enough to sting but not enough to actually hurt. He was having quiet a bit of fun here. And so were his exploring hands. However, his hands finally reached down Loki's thighs. One resting against his hip while his other hand moved between Loki's legs, gently starting to very lightly stroke his dick, wanting to know what kind of sounds he could grab from the man the more he stimulated him.

Loki's breath caught as Mobius moved down his body, the warmth of his mouth and the flick of his tongue leaving him dizzy with desire. He watched the mortal with half-lidded eyes, intrigued by the confidence that had built in him. Mobius was clearly reveling in the power he held, but Loki found himself enjoying it as well—perhaps even more, way more, than he cared to admit. His lips parted in a soft gasp, but he quickly smothered the sound.

“Y-You're enjoying this far too much, Mobius,” he murmured, the playfulness in his voice almost at odds with the heat pooling between his legs. He didn't even flinch at the soft stroke on his dick. In fact, he found himself pushing into Mobius' touch, unable to resist the wave of pleasure sweeping through him. His eyes looked down to Mobius' hands, appreciating the skill with which they moved, the certainty in each touch, the slight scrape of calluses from his years of defending the sacred timeline.

Mobius hummed softly against Loki's skin, moving up further to steal a rather deep and lust filled kiss. His hand continued to stroke up and down Loki's length slowly and carefully, making sure to keep an even pace that would give pleasure but not push him over the edge too quickly. He wanted to draw this out as long as Loki could stand.  His tongue slid into Loki's mouth, exploring the warmth as his other hand that was once on Loki's thigh now moving to cup the back of Loki's head, pulling him ever so slightly closer as he kissed him.

Loki responded with equal fervor, his tongue meeting Mobius', the kiss almost desperate in its urgency. The slow, deliberate strokes from Mobius' hand sent ripples of pleasure through him with each pass of his palm, but Loki didn't let himself succumb too quickly. He could feel heat tugging at his stomach as Mobius' hand moved to the back of his head, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss further. Loki's fingers fisted into the pillow to prevent himself from looping his tied hands over Mobius' head.

Mobius pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, a small smile across his face as he looked down at Loki. His hand continued to tease the man, though after a short time longer he moved down, licking up the length of Loki's length, from base to tip, but not taking it into his mouth. He just continued to lick it, licking every angle despite the taste of lingering lube and himself on his skin. He didn't fully mind, though maybe he should have checked if the lube was safe to lick... too late to care now, that was a problem for future him. His hands now held Loki's thighs apart and kept him pinned to the bed as he absolutely teased the hell out of him.

Loki's eyes rolled closed with pleasure as Mobius lapped at his cock. His breaths were coming in shorts pants and he bucked his hips slightly, trying to encourage more contact. Loki bit his lip, stifling a moan. The teasing licks and lack of suction left him frustrated and aching. But Mobius' hands remained strong on his thighs and kept him well in place. It felt like his whole body was tensing as he tried to pull his legs back together. He let out a frustrated groan, his fingers curling tighter into the pillowcase. 

“Mobius, you…” 

“Hm? What is it, Loki? Got a complaint?” Mobius asked in a very seductive teasing tone. Though he didn't stop his licking and teasing for long enough that he knew it kind of hoped it would be agonizing for Loki. Then he stopped, sitting up and stilling his movements for a bit while he waited. But who knew what he was waiting for, but he was waiting. At the moment he stared down at Loki, a smirk on his face as he admired the frustration in Loki's sounds. He trailed his nails lightly down Loki's inner thighs and over the bite mark he left earlier. This he was enjoying, he absolutely loved teasing his god. Loki let out a frustration-ridden growl, his eyes darkening with desire and maybe just a touch of annoyance.

“You're enjoying this altogether too much…I could easily overpower you, you know,” Loki said, his voice strained. “Either finish what your started…or…I swear…”

“No. You will behave!” Mobius said sternly. “You got your chance to tease me relentlessly. And I let it go, and enjoyed it. Give me a bit more of your patience, just a bit?” Mobius asked, his tone shifting to a soft plea as he leaned back to nuzzle into Loki's neck softly. “I won't tease you much longer. I promise. Just a tiny bit longer. Please.” Mobius whispered against the man's skin as he hoped Loki would say yes. Loki inhaled Mobius' scent deeply, his whole body tensing with the urge to just roll him over with his legs and fuck him senseless then and there. But his pleading tone and soft nuzzling and the feeling of his warm breath on his skin gave him pause. And then it made him cave. Even in the position of power, Mobius ended up being the one begging.

“You're asking for trouble, you know that? You're lucky you're cute...Do whatever you wish…” Loki ground out. Though he sounded frustrated, it wasn't that frustrated. He loved watching Mobius work his lips around his cock, he was just becoming a bit impatient. Mobius smiled brightly, sitting up a bit to look at Loki.

“Thank you for your patience!” Mobius said, giving him a soft kiss between his eyes. But at least now he knew Loki's body had had more than enough cool down time. He used his hand now, going back to stroking up and down the length of his saliva covered dick, shifting down to plant soft kisses across his neck, shoulders, collarbone and chest, each kiss carefully placed and gentle, some followed by a small lick across his skin or even smaller nips. His other hand was out of sight for the moment, though he knew exactly what he was doing.

Loki let out a shaky sigh as Mobius continued to shower him with gentle kisses and soft strokes. It did sort of feel like he was being pampered so he really enjoyed it despite being achingly hard. Each nip sent a shiver down his spine and he leaned as much as he could into each touch. Loki's eyes had fluttered closed as he bit his bottom lip and tilted his head back into the pillow. He figured he really ought to shut up now and let Mobius have his fun, Mobius had really upped his teasing game.

After barely another few minutes passed Mobius had found what his hand was searching for, all while continuing to tease Loki's body to keep his mind as distracted as he could. He coated his hand in the slickness of the lube that took him far too long to find in the stupid covers. Once his hand was coated enough he switched positions. Using his now coated hand to stroke up and down Loki's length, slow enough to ensure every inch was coated but fast enough to increase the sensation. His grip was a bit firmer on his dick now, definitely no longer teasing. As he coated Loki's length he kissed against his chest more on his pec far enough above the nipple that his next move wouldn't catch the poor small bud by accident.

Loki's breath hitched in his throat when lube was poured on him, spreading his legs more instinctively. He could really feel the coil of heat between his legs begin to build up. His hips twitched up slightly to meet the rhythm of Mobius' hand. It felt like his world had narrowed down to just the sound of Mobius' breathing and hearing his own heartbeat in his ears. Eyes still closed and hands close to tearing the pillow in half, Loki arched his back more to try to get himself a better angle. Mobius smiled, licking his lips a bit before biting into the spot on Loki's chest he was kissing. It was definitely a spot Loki would be able to see when looking down at himself. The bite was hard, and deep but not overly painful. Even though the bite Mobius' hand didn't stop stroking Loki's length. He needed to ensure the man was coated well, and honestly given what he was going to do it was more an assurance for himself that he would be able to take it with little resistance from his own body. Well that, and he just really loved watching how Loki reacted to this specific moment, how he seemed so eager all of a sudden, and it only encouraged the man to move further and a bit faster.

Loki's eyes widened as Mobius' teeth sank into the sensitive spot on his chest. He let out a sharp gasp, his back arching off the bed as pleasure spiked through him. The bite was hard, exactly how Loki liked it. He was worked up enough he nearly came on the spot. He felt the bite mark throb in time with his racing heart, the other man's hand moving faster, coating his length thoroughly with the slick lube.

Mobius smiled, that reaction being exactly what he wanted. He pulled back from the bite, licking across it carefully as he looked up at Loki, an oh so beautiful smile on his lips as he moved to deeply kiss Loki. Again, the kiss wasn't the typical soft ones he had been giving, this one was rough, needy and passionate. His hand stilled its movements from Loki's dick, though his thumb did rub against the tip, rubbing over the slit slowly and carefully as he kissed Loki.

“Thank you for your patience with me.” Mobius mumbled against Loki's lips before moving his hand away, moving to sit himself on top of Loki, biting his lip as he enjoyed the view of Loki beneath him. He didn't make the man wait long, he used his hand to position Loki's dick just right, rubbing the tip against his hole as he took a steading breath before starting to slide down his length. Not as slowly as one would expect either; within barely half a minute Mobius had thrust himself down onto Loki's dick until it was fully buried inside him. A moan quickly echoed off the walls as he leaned his head back, hands on Loki's stomach as he stilled himself for a short while to catch his breath from the sudden intense feeling of being stretched and full again.

Loki's breath hitched sharply as Mobius slid down onto him, the sudden tight heat encompassing him making his hips involuntarily jerk upward. The sight of Mobius above him, lost in pleasure, was intoxicating. He looked so debauched and his moan so wanton, Loki bit so hard into his lip to stop himself from coming immediately that blood beaded up on it. He finally had Mobius right where he wanted him, he certainly wasn't going to come prematurely. And he liked having Mobius' weight on top of him, the warmth and pressure and angle was all perfect.

After maybe a minute Mobius' eyes opened slowly, looking down at Loki for a second, long enough to see the blood beading on his lip. He smiled a bit, now starting to move his hips. The first few movements were sloppy. But before long, he got the hang of it and got into a rather intense and pleasing rhythm. Not too fast or slow but perfect, maybe too much for someone who hadn't done such things before. But that didn't stop him. His moans and whines filled the silence of the room as he moved up and down Loki in such a needy state. He had managed to find his own sweet spot with his movements and as he moved he ensured each thrust downwards hit that target, only pushing him much closer to the edge, yet he was holding so steadily so far.

Loki's breath caught in his throat again as Mobius began to move, each descent feeling like heaven. His eyelids fluttered, a shudder of pleasure racking his body. He could hardly believe this was the same cautious, hesitant man he'd been tenderly coaxing just a bit ago. Loki's breathing grew ragged and shallow as Mobius' rhythm intensified, each slick glide sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. He badly wanted to grab that waist of his and fuck into him harder. Mobius was enjoying himself, though he craved more. And knew exactly what was missing.

“Loki, bring your hands towards me, please.” Mobius asked through breaths as he never stopped his movements. He already had to fight the desire to shake from over stimulation. He had never thought being on top like this could feel so good, but now he knew, and he absolutely loved the feeling of being in control once in a while. He watched Loki, and waited for him to comply, if he was even paying attention that is. He hoped he was, because he needed to feel Loki's hands on him.

Loki's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Mobius' as he brought his hands off the pillow. He couldn't help but notice the desperate look in Mobius' eyes, the way his breaths came in short gasps, and the way his movements never seemed to stop. Suddenly, Loki was proficient at obeying commands because with a slip of his wrist he got his hands free from the tie and instantly went to grab his waist. He only had half a mind left to consider just taking over but he held him loosely, letting Mobius do as he pleased. 

Mobius blushed a bit at the feeling of Loki's hands on his skin again. He hadn't realized how much his body craved the gods touch and it left him quivering a bit. He was in a state of desire and bliss and still wanting more. His movements continued, coming a bit out of rhythm as he now chased the desire to watch him come apart, so he could actually see it this time. But his body was still exhausted from his first time with Loki and it grew a bit harder to keep rhythm, but he wasn't doing half bad at all.

“Loki…please….” Mobius began to speak, biting at his lip. “I want to feel more…can you...” he didn't seem embarrassed, more disappointed in himself. But he was at his limit energy wise. “Can you take control? I can't focus much longer.” Mobius admitted, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes at himself, and yet none of that stopped him from his movements, none of it stopped his chase of pleasure as he thrust himself up and down Loki in the best rhythm he could manage. Loki's heart skipped a beat at Mobius' words, the vulnerability, the desire, all painted across his features. He reached up, cupping Mobius' face tenderly, thumb brushing against his swollen lip. 

“Shh, my dear... let me…” Loki shifted slightly, planting his feet firmly on the bed for leverage. He grabbed Mobius' hips with a possessive grip, pulling him down onto his cock with increasing fervor. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, aiming to hit that perfect spot inside Mobius. 

Mobius planned to work on his stamina later, but at the moment, the sudden tenderness at first from Loki made his heart flutter. Glad Loki didn't seem to mind. Though that flutter quickly turned to racing as the grip on his hips tightened, making his body tense as if it knew exactly what was to come. And yet he wasn't prepared. The sudden thrusts directly into that sweet spot made him see stars, made his insides clench around Loki desperately and his moans and whines grew louder. He felt the tension quickly start to melt away, and his desire for control shattered instantly as he submitted to Loki's movements.

“F-fuck Loki! Right there!!” Mobius moaned out loudly, as he dug his nails into wherever his hands were, he had forgotten where. Loki's face contorted with pleasure as he heard Mobius' desperate whines, seeing the scratch marks left on his chest from Mobius' nails digging in. He put his hands tighter on Mobius' thighs, pulling him down even harder onto his lap with each thrust. Loki's eyes darkened with unbridled lust as he saw Mobius lose all control. He loved how he could reduce the former agent to a whimpering mess with just a few deep thrusts. The way his own name sounded like a prayer on those lips made him impossibly harder. He maintained the punishing pace, knowing exactly what he was doing to Mobius.

“You like that?” Loki growled, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he felt Mobius clenching around him.

“Y-yes! Love it!” Mobius cried out the words through a few gasps for breath as he maintained the pace he had set that constantly sent Mobius into such a state. He was already close to his limit, his orgasm building quickly, as he scratched slightly harder into Loki's skin. He began to grow a bit dizzy, yet his body wouldn't give out yet. He was so freaking close, he only hoped Loki was at least enjoying himself. Every movement almost seemed like it stretched him more, though he didn't think that was possible. He figured it was his body playing tricks on him, and yet still he loved the ache that already started to resurface, growing stronger the longer Loki thrust into him.

Loki's fingers dug deeper into Mobius' flesh as he sped up his pace, hitting that spot inside him over and over again with brutal precision. His pace turned almost vicious as he bottomed out with each thrust, savoring the way Mobius' body clenched around him. He could feel the other man quivering, and Loki himself knew he was dangerously close to the edge, but he wasn't done with him yet. Not by far.

This time Mobius held himself back. He'd time his release with Loki's if it was the last thing he did tonight. Though it grew harder and harder with every thrust into that spot Loki did. Every sound he made was wild and breathless as he unintentionally scratched harder into Loki's skin. He had already lost his desire for control and gave back to his submissive nature, and now all he could do was take every and anything Loki so willingly gave him. He definitely didn't expect this night to be so wild, but dammit it was all worth it and he'd never forget this night. Though he knew he had to thank someone for healing his injuries with Loki, but he couldn't think of their name for some reason.

Loki was grinning as he sensed Mobius' slipping control. Each mark left by those desperate nails only spurred the trickster on, his hips surging ruthlessly. His mind was just a blur of pleasure, he could feel his orgasm steadily approaching, but he held back, wanting to make sure Mobius came first. He adjusted his hold on his thighs, changing the angle of his thrusts. His breaths were coming out in hard pants as he pounded into him. 

Mobius tried so desperately to hold back, tried so hard. But Loki knew exactly how to hit inside him, at just the right spot that it made Mobius' body fail. With one last movement, Mobius met Loki's thrust and it was over for the poor agent. His release hit, and hit hard. His entire body screamed out as he cried out Loki's name while his seed splashed across the man's skin. Mobius was again slightly disappointed in himself for not being able to hold on with Loki, he started to think he'd never be a match for the man. But only time would tell. 

Mobius was completely out of breath, his vision blurred and surrounded by stars as he came so intensely. Though this orgasm was much stronger than his last one and left him feeling weak, barely able to keep himself upright against Loki, but he managed, he'd not fail at everything he intended to do. And he intended for Loki to enjoy himself in this moment as well, he'd at least hold onto that desire as tightly as he could.

Loki couldn't suppress his triumph and pride that spread across his face as he watched him come undone so beautifully. The sound of his name on Mobius' lips was the sweetest thing he'd ever been blessed to hear. The feeling of Mobius pulsing around him was exquisite, but he wasn't finished yet. Loki wrapped his hand around Mobius' softening member, stroking him through the aftershocks.

“L-Loki! Fuck!” Mobius slightly moaned out, the stimulation managing to keep him fully awake and alert, and sensitive all at the same time. He shifted slightly, leaning down and stealing a very intense yet somehow gentle kiss from Loki. Still something he seemed to immensely enjoy. His body was trembling from the aftershocks, and small whimpers escaped as his sensitive member was teased through his aftershocks. He didn't seem to mind, or stop Loki. If anything it seemed to make him desire for more, that seemed to be the effect of Loki's touch on him, and he loved it.

Loki deepened the kiss, loving the way Mobius submitted to him. He swallowed Mobius' whimpers, relishing in the feeling of his lips against his own. He could feel Mobius trembling with sensitivity, but Loki knew exactly how to push him. His hand continued to stroke Mobius deliberately slowly, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from his release. Loki's movements became more frenzied as his own orgasm rapidly built. He broke the kiss and let out a fierce sound from his throat as he finally let himself come. He thrust deep into him one last time before stopping, it hit him hard like a bolt of lightning, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned Mobius' name.

The way Loki moved inside Mobius sent shocks of pure pleasure through his entire body, every thrust keeping the man fully on edge, every breath of his was barely a breath at all. As Loki filled him again his body jolted, leaving him trembling and shaking as he closed his eyes, fully enjoying the feeling, finding himself exhausted yet overly satisfied and still over sensitive. Mobius' face went a dark shade of red as Loki moaned his name. That was nearly enough to arouse his body all over again, but his body was far too exhausted from this time to have it in him to be turned on all over again. But just barely. He lay against Loki's chest, breathing heavily as he nuzzled into his skin. His own skin glistened with sweat and both men were sticky with his release across their skin. And yet Mobius didn't care as much as he should. He just wanted to sleep now. To stay in this spot for as long as possible and not move an inch.

Loki was tense as pleasure washed through him, gasping Mobius' name and holding him impossibly close. Panting, Loki stroked Mobius' hair with his other hand, marveling at the flushed, satisfied mortal slumped against his chest. But as the waves subsided, Loki found himself overwhelmed with an unfamiliar tenderness. There was something warm and soft in his chest, something he'd never felt before

Mobius began to drift off now. His eyes heavy and breathing started to stabilize as his body relaxed further against Loki. The man was so warm, his touch so gentle that it left him feeling safe and small against Loki that it made him smile as he began to fall asleep, despite the fact they should probably have taken a bath or shower. He wouldn't mind waking up still a mess, though he knew it may not be the best idea, but he didn't have the strength to care right now.

Noticing Mobius' relaxed breathing becoming heavier, Loki carefully slid out from underneath him. He felt a slight pang in his heart as he watched him so peacefully. Despite his usual mischievous nature, Loki found himself wanting to take care of Mobius. He went to retrieve a clean cloth from the adjoining bathroom, but unable to resist one last look at the sated mortal sprawled on the bed. Mobius immediately missed the warmth, though it did take a few seconds for his mind to register what was going on. He blinked his eyes open sleepily, barely able to clear his vision as he looked up at Loki. He went to prop himself up but failed and yawned.

“Where are you going?” Mobius asked blearily, his voice low and barely able to finish the words he spoke. He realized Loki was probably going to do something about the mess and he yawned again. “Bath?” He managed to ask, he was trying to ask if Loki was going to take a bath, but not all the words came out like he meant for them to. Loki paused, chuckling at Mobius' sleepy, disheveled form.

“Stay here,” Loki ordered gently. “I'll take care of everything.” He strode over to the bathroom and grabbed a cloth, wetting it with warm water before going back and beginning to gently wipe away the mess across his skin. He wanted to make sure Mobius was comfortable and resting before he cleaned himself up. He knew the sheets were another issue but it could be dealt with in the morning. Mobius obeyed like a good boy. Staying where he was and not moving much. Hell, he was nearly asleep as it was. Though the sudden warmth of the rag slightly woke him up, again making his eyes flutter open as he looked between Loki and the rag, eyes heavy with sleep as he stretched, giving Loki more access to his body, as he did so he slightly winced, shaking it off rather quickly.

“Thank you, Loki…” Mobius smiled up at the man, a look of appreciation in his eyes as he tried to stretch again. But he was far too weak to move much. “You're coming back to bed after this, right?” He asked quietly, in an almost pleading tone. Loki smiled at Mobius' request, his heart doing an unusual flutter at how vulnerable he looked.

“Yes, darling. After I clean myself up as well.” He continued wiping down Mobius' now-sensitive skin gently, his touch feather-light. As Loki finished cleaning Mobius, he threw the dirty cloth aside and gently lifted Mobius' legs. He carefully cleaned the inside of Mobius' thighs, his touch soothing. Once he finished cleaning Mobius, Loki carefully draped a soft blanket over his sleeping form, tucking it around him like a cocoon. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I won't be long.” 

It took Mobius by surprise by how easily he was manhandled by Loki and yet how gentle the man remained. He loved every second of it. Of the after care he received. Mobius gave a nod to Loki's promise of not being long, now barely even awake enough to nod. The second silence settled in the room again Mobius fell asleep, nestling into his cocoon comfortably as he waited for the warmth of Loki to return.

Loki finished his own cleaning, taking his time to wash away the sticky remnants of their encounter. He dried himself off with another towel. He considered putting clothes on but once he had the thought of being skin-to-skin with Mobius again, he tossed the thought aside as he returned to the bedroom. He smiled as he saw Mobius pretty much asleep, his heart swelling with affection. He carefully climbed into bed beside Mobius, pulling the blanket up to their chins. He settled against his side, head resting on his shoulder, an arm around his waist. Loki breathed in deeply, memorizing the scent of his lover.

“My sleepy mortal,” Loki murmured, pressing his lips softly against Mobius' neck. Mobius let out a soft hum, twisting to meet Loki. He lay his head in the crook of Loki's neck, fully enjoying the warmth that he suddenly felt return. He wrapped his arm around Loki's chest and buried his face where he was, taking in the man's scent as he began drifting off further. In his sleep, he wrapped one of his legs around Loki's leg, pulling the god as close as possible. Mobius was a clingy sleeper and it would be rather difficult to get free from his grasp in the morning. Within minutes of Loki returning to bed and tucking them both in, Mobius was completely asleep, breathing steady while he slept calmly in Loki's embrace. Loki let out a soft chuckle as Mobius nestled into him, the mortal's warmth and utter trust stirring something deep within him. The weight and presence of the man in his arms grounding him in a way he hadn't expected. Loki's free hand idly traced patterns along Mobius' back, his fingers light, savoring the closeness he rarely allowed himself to share with anyone.

“What am I to do with you, darling?” Loki mused softly, almost to himself, his lips quirking into a gentle smirk. Despite the rhetorical question, Loki already knew the answer. He would do whatever it took to keep this, this moment, this feeling, this man. As Mobius' leg tangled with his, Loki sighed contentedly and let his own eyes drift shut. For once, the god of mischief felt no need to scheme, no pull toward restless plotting. Here, wrapped in warmth and trust, he felt strangely whole. Mobius slept peacefully in Loki's arms. His dreams were just as peaceful. A part of him hoped for moments like this often. Where he could let go of everything and just sleep in the arms of someone he was quickly falling in love with. 

Thor had returned from Asgard, he did peek into Loki's room but noticed the man seemed to be asleep with Mobius so he left him alone. He went to his own room, removing his shirt and tending to his new wound. His talk with his Loki didn't go well. It never did. And he was well prepared. He focused on tending to himself, debating what to do next as he wouldn't give up. Though he wished the Loki asleep with Mobius was his Loki…at least that Loki seemed a bit kinder…

Loki lay completely still, the usual tension in his body gone as he surrendered to the rare peace of sleep. His breaths were steady, his arms draped protectively around Mobius, holding him close even in slumber. His face, often twisted in mischief or scorn, was softened, almost serene, the faintest hint of a smile still lingering at the corners of his lips. The god didn't stir as Thor peeked in; his instincts, always on high alert, were dulled by exhaustion and comfort. In this rare moment of vulnerability, he allowed himself to rest, trusting the man in his arms in a way he hadn't trusted anyone in centuries.

Even in sleep, Loki's grip on Mobius didn't falter, as if some part of him, conscious or not, refused to let go of him. The moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow over them, highlighting the gentle rise and fall of Loki's chest and the peaceful expression that seemed almost foreign on his face. For now, the world and all its troubles were a distant thought. Loki slept soundly, his dreams unbothered, his presence a steady comfort to the mortal in his arms.

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Even in sleep, his grip on Mobius didn't falter, as if some part of him, conscious or not, refused to let go of the one thing grounding him. The moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow over them, highlighting the gentle rise and fall of Loki's chest and the peaceful expression that seemed almost foreign on his face. For now, the world and all its troubles were a distant thought. Loki slept soundly, his dreams unbothered, his presence a steady comfort to the mortal in his arms.

By morning, the sun shone brightly into the room, making Mobius stir a bit, exhaling a small whine as his eyes opened slowly. His body throbbed, and he couldn't remember how he got clean but he knew he was. He looked up slowly, noticing Loki was still there and smiled a rather cute smile. Though as he glanced over what he could see of Loki from his position he noticed the bite marks and quickly his face grew warm and dark with a blush. He didn't realize he bit that hard. He hoped he didn't hurt the man! Mobius made no move to try and get out of Loki's embrace, even as the scent of food wafted through the Tower and filled the room. It was a subtle scent but a good one. He half expected someone to come knocking but no one had yet. It was silent and he basked in the moment of getting to watch Loki sleep.

Loki stirred as the sunlight hit his face, his long lashes fluttering briefly before his eyes cracked open, adjusting to the bright morning. He let out an almost inaudible groan, his arms tightening instinctively around Mobius as if refusing to let him go just yet. Noticing the warmth of the mortal nestled against him, Loki tilted his head slightly, a lazy, amused smile spreading across his lips as his eyes met Mobius' flustered gaze. He didn't miss the blush staining the man's cheeks or the way his eyes darted over the marks on Loki's neck.

"Good morning, my little artist," he drawled, his voice raspy and rough from sleep. "Judging by that blush, I assume you've noticed the masterpieces you left behind. Quite the passionate work, I must say. My compliments to the creator." He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at Mobius, the blanket slipping just enough to reveal his toned chest and the impressions of some of those 'masterpieces.' Loki's smirk widened as he leaned in close, his breath warm against Mobius' ear. "Tell me, darling, should I commission you for more, or would that be far too indulgent of me?" His tone was both playful and seductive, meant to fluster Mobius, his fingers brushing against Mobius' flushed cheek, tracing the heat there slowly.

The way Loki spoke left Mobius in awe. Hell, he thought his voice was seductive and hypnotic before, but just waking up it was even better. He smiled shyly, though after all that happened last night he felt he shouldn't be so shy, but he couldn't help it when Loki spoke to him in such a way, in such a tone. He glanced over Loki more as he revealed more, a slight hint of pride in his blue eyes as he looked back up at Loki's face.

"You're welcome to commission me anytime. So long as you don't mind the sting of the bites." He did remember Loki mentioning he liked it, but he wanted to ensure that it wasn't just a heated, in-the-moment desire, that Loki truly liked being bitten so hard. After all, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the man and make him rebuild the walls around his heart. Though he wasn't sure he got through those…for all he knew last night was just a stress relief for Loki. That thought hurt a little, but he managed to keep it from showing this time, mainly thanks to the feel of Loki's fingers against his cheek erasing the thought. He leaned into the touch, his eyes closing as he just let everything play out. He decided for now to stop thinking, he felt far too good from last night to let his thoughts ruin it completely.

"Though I'll let you choose where I bite next," Mobius teased, a small smile on his lips as he opened his eyes and looked up at Loki. "Maybe…" he finished the thought out loud. He rather liked surprising Loki with where he'd bite next. His reactions were far more genuine then. Loki's smirk deepened, eyes glinting with amusement as Mobius leaned into his touch. He let his fingers linger, tracing down the curve of Mobius' jaw, savoring the mortal's reaction. 

"Oh, I hardly mind the sting," Loki purred, his voice as smooth as velvet, a playful edge threading through it. "In fact, I find it rather… invigorating. I suppose I could always guide you if you're feeling indecisive. But surprises have their charm, don't they?" His hand slid down from Mobius' cheek to rest lightly on his chest, his thumb tracing slow, languid circles over the bare skin. Loki tilted his head, his gaze drinking in every inch of Mobius' face, from the blush in his cheeks to the emotion in his bright blue eyes.

"They do. And I do like your reactions when you have no idea where I'm going to bite." Mobius admitted with a slight grin, starting to feel more and more proud of the marks he left on Loki. Though not thinking that the ones on his neck would be hard to hide. This was Loki, he was sure he could hide anything with magic if he wanted to. Mobius glanced down at Loki's hand on his chest, just the feeling alone made his heart beat a bit faster. If he didn't know better, he'd start to think Loki was preparing for something more than food for breakfast. That thought only served to make his heart beat even faster, a small grin replaced the shy smile as he looked away, trying to clear his thoughts. ‘Now who's the insatiable one here, god Mobius, get ahold of yourself!' He scolded himself. And blamed Loki for his sudden increase of perverted thoughts. As he looked away, his eyes caught sight of the dark mark he left on Loki's chest.

"Guess I didn't do half bad for my first time, huh?" Mobius questioned, his hand moving slowly to trace the dark bite mark at Loki's chest without thinking much about the action. Loki's eyes widened momentarily at Mobius' words, the playful smirk slipped into something closer to shock. His gaze flicked down to where Mobius' fingers traced the bite mark on his chest, and then back up to the mortal's face, as if reevaluating him entirely.

"Wait…" he started, his voice tinged with disbelief and something unexpectedly soft. "Your first time?" The god blinked, his expression briefly unreadable before it changed completely, his teasing demeanor giving way to genuine concern. He reached up, cupping Mobius' cheek gently with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly over the flush of his skin. "Darling, you might've mentioned that before I decided to…" he paused, the corner of his mouth quirking upward in an almost sheepish smile, though his eyes shone with sincerity. "…ravish you the way I did. I might have been a touch more… gentle." There was no mockery in his tone, only an earnestness as he searched Mobius' gaze. His other hand covered the one tracing the mark on his chest, holding it there.

"You were incredible, don't misunderstand me," Loki added hastily, his lips curving into a warm smile. "But I didn't realize… well, that I had the honor of being your first." His gaze relaxed even further, his voice dropping to a tender murmur. "You'll tell me if I was too much, won't you? I'm not accustomed to handling someone so… precious." Mobius was at a loss for words. He hadn't expected Loki to react in such a way. He was honestly shocked and a bit confused. Though he loved the sudden attention it gained him.

"As far as I know, I've never slept with anyone before you. So yes, my…wait, I'm precious?" his words stopped as he looked up at Loki, trying to focus on the man's questions and concerns before focusing on the sudden confession. "I didn't think to mention it. I was more than happy to give you all of me. And even happier that you wanted it." Mobius chose certain things to focus on, trying to explain as his mind focused on the one word Loki called him. "And no, you weren't too much. It was intense, yes, but I loved every second from start to finish…both times." He admitted, resisting the urge to look away. He knew Loki needed him to speak, to be truthful and put the gods mind at ease. "Besides…I liked the way you um…" he took a small breath. "You were perfect. In every way. I'm glad you treated me the way you did. And I'd happily take that kind of treatment any time." Mobius managed to get the words out, though he was very flustered now. But he was glad Loki seemed to care so much.

"Really though…I'm okay, Loki. If I dislike anything or if something hurts to a point I can't handle it, I'll tell you. I promise." Mobius smiled a reassuring and bright smile as he began to relax again from his flustered state. Loki tilted his head, watching Mobius intently as he spoke. The mortal's honesty and reassurances clearly struck a chord, softening the mischievous glint in Loki's eyes into something far more tender. The god's lips quirked into a small, genuine smile as he brushed a strand of hair away from Mobius' face, letting his fingers linger against his temple.

"You're precious to me," he said softly, the words carrying a rare vulnerability. "Not in the fragile sense, don't mistake me, but in the way one guards a treasure. Something rare. Something uniquely yours to protect." He trailed his fingers down Mobius' neck, his thumb tracing along his jaw as if committing every detail to memory. "You've given me all of you, Mobius. That's no small thing, and I don't take it lightly." Loki let out a quiet breath, his lips curving into a faint smirk. He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against Mobius', his emerald gaze locked onto those bright cerulean eyes. "But know this: it's not a one-sided exchange. You've had a god practically falling over himself for you, Mobius. Don't think for a moment that you're the only one who's given something precious away." He pulled back just enough to brush a kiss over Mobius' lips, soft and fleeting, before speaking again, his tone dipping into that familiar teasing lilt. 

"And if you ever find something I do lacking, I'll expect thorough feedback, of course. Improvement is always possible, even for someone as flawless as me." The playful glint returned to Loki's eyes, though his touch remained steady. "Now, if I'm truly to believe you're fine, I'd better see you smiling, darling. You look far too serious for someone who claims they loved every second of my… expertise." Mobius wasn't expecting those words. Or the clear emotion behind them. He never thought Loki would care for him in such a way. Never thought he'd be precious. And yet it seemed he was, and that made him far happier than he felt it should. He smiled brightly, leaning into Loki's touch more.

"I'm glad you know you're flawless. But I will tell you if something is lacking, though I still don't see how that's possible." Mobius mumbled, deciding he wanted kisses again so he stole one. A gentle feather-like kiss against Loki's lips as he pulled away to admire those beautiful eyes of his. "I'll hold those words close you know…no one has ever told me I was precious to them. I've worked at the TVA for around four hundred years and I've always been reminded I can be replaced. So…I'm never letting myself forget those words. And you're not allowed to take them back now either." He added with a shy look. He swore if the day ever came he forgot everything, he'd find a way to remember those words. That he was precious to Loki. A rare vulnerability stayed in Loki's expression, a mixture of tenderness and determination that Mobius had likely never seen before.

"Mobius, you are irreplaceable." Loki's voice was steady, quiet, but filled with a conviction. "Whatever rubbish the TVA drilled into your head about being expendable, I will personally undo. You deserve better than that. And you'll never have to hear such nonsense again." He leaned in to steal a kiss of his own, one that was longer and deeper. When he pulled back, his lips curled into a playful smile. 

"And you're right. I won't take those words back. But know this: being precious to me comes with consequences, darling." Loki shifted, wrapping his arm around Mobius' waist and pulling him even closer, so their bodies were flush against each other. His free hand trailed down Mobius' arm, intertwining their fingers as if sealing a pact. "It means I will spoil you endlessly. It means I'll go to whatever lengths necessary to make you smile. I'll protect you with the full force of my power and, most importantly…" His voice dropped to a teasing whisper, his lips brushing Mobius' ear. "It means you'll have to endure my constant doting and affection. You've brought this on yourself, you know." Loki pulled back enough to study Mobius' expression, the corners of his mouth quirking upward at the shy yet radiant look he saw. He trailed his fingers lightly down Mobius' spine, sending a shiver of warmth through him. 

"So, what shall I do to begin your spoiling, my dearest mortal? Breakfast in bed? A lavish trip to Asgard, if you're feeling healthy enough? Or shall I stay here all day, kissing you senseless until you believe every word I've spoken?" He grinned, his mischievous tone returning, though the sincerity in his eyes never wavered. "The choice is entirely yours."

Mobius held back the desire to slightly squeal as he was pulled closer. The kiss drew him quickly from any thoughts he was having and forced his attention strictly onto Loki again. The tone Loki took as he spoke such sweet promises made his heart race. He gently gripped the man's hand as their fingers intertwined. He felt his heart race, taking a small calming breath as he weighed options.

"Every option you mentioned is enticing…it's a very hard choice. But you know, I shouldn't be the only one doted on…you deserve the same affections. I want to spoil you too. Though…I'm no god, so my doting may be different than yours." Mobius admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed at how different they are in terms of abilities. And yet his desire was no less strong than Loki's.

"Breakfast does sound nice though…and something smells nice. But being kissed senselessly is tempting, though trust me you'd not need all day for that. I barely have any sense when I'm around you as is. You just have a way with words that…ah…" he stopped himself, changing the subject quickly. "And I have always wanted to see Asgard. But if you go there there's a chance you'll see the other version of yourself. And Thor if he's still there. And I'd prefer you and the other you not fight…I'd hate to see you injured again after…" he stopped, remembering the wound Sylvie placed on Loki. Then realizing it was already gone.

"I didn't realize how quickly your body could heal." He was suddenly in awe at the gods abilities again. Something he was often in, given Loki's vast powers. Loki chuckled, his fingers brushing against Mobius' as he tilted his head slightly.

"Oh yes… the other me." The words dripped with mock disdain, though his smirk betrayed his amusement. "Such a delightful concept, isn't it? Another version of myself out there, undoubtedly just as handsome but likely much more insufferable. And if I were to encounter him…" Loki's expression turned briefly contemplative, as though weighing his options, before a wicked grin overtook his face.   "Well, let's just say I'm not opposed to a little banter, though I do understand your concerns about the… escalation of events. I would hate for you to witness me getting into another quarrel—if only because I wouldn't want to distract you from how enchanting you look when you're fawning over me." He leaned forward, stealing another quick kiss, his lips brushing Mobius' before pulling back.

"But rest assured, darling, if we did go to Asgard, I'd behave myself… mostly." Loki said, the affection in his gaze shining through. "You're right, of course. As much as I'd love to see your face light up while you marvel at the sights of my former home, it may be best to save that adventure for another time. And as for doting on me…" Loki's tone turned teasing again, though his eyes held genuine warmth. "I must admit, I'm curious to see what you have in mind. Though I doubt you could ever outdo me in that regard, I do admire your enthusiasm. You've already proven to be quite… resourceful." He let out a soft hum, leaning in closer, his lips ghosting over Mobius' ear as his voice dropped to a near whisper. "So, shall I conjure us breakfast here? Or would you rather we venture out into the kitchen and see which of Thor's merry little Avengers decided to play chef today?"

"The thought of two of you is both exciting and terrifying, if I'm honest." Mobius commented aloud, though refusing to explain why. Not out loud at least. And he didn't count Sylvie as a Loki even though she was one she was nowhere near as special as his Loki…he wondered if he had a right to think of Loki as his? Regardless, he did and for now no one could take that from him. "Hm, I guess I should let you out of this room, huh?…Or is it me who's trapped here? If it's me, I'm happy to stay trapped." Mobius' tone was teasing, a big smile on his face as he looked at Loki. He wasn't sure he was ready to share him again. Or to see what may happen when Loki is made to face the Avengers. Though his thoughts did turn a little perverted, thinking about the fact he definitely couldn't handle two Lokis…he could barely handle the touch and tone of one. Seeing two of the same variant in one room may break him in ways he'd rather not let his mind think. But he couldn't help smirking at the thought. Though Mobius didn't need to worry about Loki and the Avengers. Thor was handling it downstairs. Explaining the best way he understood that the Loki with them right now is a different Loki. And he was not a bad person, at least not so long as Mobius was around. 

Sylvie was sitting at the table in silence, debating what to do now that she had her promised freedom. She honestly liked Thor's company as a brother but she doubted staying with the Avengers was a good idea. She knew she could be a massive help to their supposed cause, more than Loki, she assumed. Mobius looked at Loki for a moment.

"Wait…do you think any of them can cook? If any, my money would probably be on Steve Rogers…the others seem more the type to just order take out every day," Mobius stifled a bit of a laugh at the thought. "And there's nothing wrong with that at all. I'm just wondering if they ordered food or if it's being cooked." Loki chuckled at Mobius' comment about the Avengers' culinary prowess. 

"Steve Rogers? Really? I'd wager Stark has a fully staffed kitchen at his disposal for such matters. Although… perhaps Banner has a hidden talent for baking. He seems the type. A hidden depth, if you will." Loki sat up straighter, his expression shifting to something more thoughtful. His fingers lifted Mobius' chin gently so their eyes met. "But before we even consider the mystery of who's playing chef downstairs, there's a more pressing matter. You, my dear. If we're to leave this room, you must look the part. The Avengers have already seen me in my glory, but I refuse to let you go out there unadorned." Loki leaned in closer, his voice lowering. "What would you like to wear, Mobius? Something casual to blend in? Or perhaps something more striking? I could conjure you a suit so dashing, the others would be too distracted to even notice me." He grinned, tilting his head. "Let me dress you as you deserve—or undress you again, if you prefer staying here instead."

Mobius thought about the sight of Banner baking. Not an odd thought. Though then his thoughts went to the Hulk baking and he stifled a laugh, though his expression clearly told what he was thinking. Though that was all erased, replaced by a sudden blush shooting across his face from the way he was made to look at Loki. He had to think about that, but damn, thinking was hard when Loki was such a smooth talker.

"My attire is up to you today, my prince. Dress me how you see fit. But you should know, you're undressing me later tonight." His tone was playful, even a bit flirty as he looked at Loki, leaning forward and stealing a small kiss. He did want to stay in here with Loki, but they had to interact with people eventually, and better sooner than later. Plus, get the questions and such out of the way now from the Avengers and that would make things easier later. Loki chuckled as he caught the playful tone in Mobius' voice. The kiss, brief and sweet, left him humming with satisfaction. He tapped his chin, pretending to deliberate.

"Ah, you do have a way of tempting me, my darling. But, very well, if it's up to me… let's make sure you're dressed to make even Stark jealous. You'll look so captivating that they'll be too busy gawking to ask us any tedious questions." With a graceful motion of his fingers, a shimmer of emerald magic began to swirl around Mobius. The soft glow spiraled from his feet upwards, leaving behind a tailored suit in light gray. The jacket was slim-cut, the vest embroidered with subtle, swirling patterns resembling Asgardian runes, and the tie a deep green, Loki's signature color, of course. The finishing touch was a pair of black leather shoes.

"There. You look every bit the noble I knew you could be." Loki leaned back slightly, admiring his work before turning his attention to himself as he stood up off the bed. With another wave of his hand, a similar shimmer surrounded him. When the magic faded, Loki stood dressed in his own elegant ensemble: a black double breasted suit with gold accents that gleamed faintly in the light. A jade green silk pocket square peeked from his chest pocket, and a brooch shaped like a serpent adorned his lapel. His long, dark hair had been neatly tied back, leaving a few strands loose to frame his features.

"Matching, of course. It wouldn't do for us to appear uncoordinated. Let the earthlings see what true sophistication looks like," he reached out, adjusting Mobius' tie with a grin before stepping back. "Shall we descend, my sweet? Let's dazzle them… and perhaps steal a bite or two of their breakfast while we're at it."

Mobius carefully crawled off the bed, immediately admiring the suit he was in. It was absolutely beautiful, and made him look way more attractive than he thought he was. And it fit so perfectly. He then turned  his attention to Loki, his heart racing as his eyes wandered fully over the god before him.

"I believe I may have said before, or maybe it was a thought, you look absolutely gorgeous in literally anything you wear. I hope you know that." Mobius could barely stop staring as he followed Loki's hands adjusting his tie, remembering what he had done with Loki's tie the night before and he just smiled at the memory. "Yes, let's head down. And hope Thor hasn't eaten everything before we get to it. If he's back, that is?" Then it hit him! He needed to thank Sylvie for the help healing his injuries. He couldn't recall who it was last night, but he did now. If she was still around he'd make sure he thanked her. Though he also wondered if he'd really make Tony jealous? Surely not. He knew Loki would. He could make the fanciest of kings jealous with how handsome he was.

"We should go quickly before I change my mind…gods know I'm already undressing you with my eyes." Mobius admitted with no hint of shyness for once. Loki raised an eyebrow, his lips forming into a smirk as he caught the appreciative look in Mobius' eyes. He knew all too well how stunning he looked in his attire, but hearing it from Mobius made his heart beat a little faster. He briefly basked in the compliment.

"And you look absolutely irresistible. I do believe you might be trying to make me weak in the knees with all these compliments. But I can't say I mind in the slightest." When Mobius mentioned Thor, Loki chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure Thor has already eaten half the table by the time we get there, but no matter. The world could fall apart and Thor would still find a way to stuff his face." Loki leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a soft, flirtatious whisper as he took Mobius' arm in his.

"I must admit, I'm already envisioning what else you'd do if we stayed here a little longer… But as much as I'm enjoying this, I'd hate to miss out on what's to come. Let's go before we're tempted to skip the day entirely. And don't worry, you can undress me with your eyes all you want. I'm certain you'll get the chance to do much more than that soon enough." With a teasing grin, Loki pulled Mobius' hand toward the door, already feeling the tension of anticipation hanging between them. "Now, let's go claim our breakfast. Or perhaps it's lunch by this time? Thor can't be the only one who gets to enjoy something good today."

"Good point." Mobius agreed as he followed Loki out of the room. Though the thought of Thor eating even in the middle of a battle made him smile. "In your brother's defense, I'm sure his electricity takes a lot of energy so he probably needs to eat a lot…unless I'm wrong and he just does because he can?" he thought as he looked at Loki, still admiring the man. "Your hair being pulled back like that is a beautiful touch."

Thor had just exited the elevator on that floor to go check on Loki. Stopping as he stared at the two men hand in hand. He smiled as he saw how happy and full of energy Mobius seemed. And how relaxed Loki looked. Though he wondered why.

"Good morning brother, and brother in law." Thor greeted from the elevator. Mobius peeked around Loki and smiled, not correcting Thor as he didn't feel it was his place….nor did he want to.

"Morning, Thor." Mobius replied. Loki raised an eyebrow at Thor's enthused greeting. His hand remained firmly intertwined with Mobius', and he made no move to correct Thor's assumption.

"Good morning, Thor. I see you're as unsubtle as ever," he drawled, his tone half-teasing, half-genuine. "And here you are. Tell me, did you make another mess in the kitchen trying to ‘help?' Or are you here to bestow yet another nickname upon Mobius?" Loki's tone was light, but his eyes carried a glint of playful defiance. His presence commanding as always, even in a casual interaction. Turning back briefly, he gave Mobius a knowing look. "Careful, Mobius. If you keep encouraging him, Thor will take it as permission to meddle in our business more often. He loves nothing more than to play the doting older brother." Mobius chuckled at Loki's teasing. Smiling more as Thor looked between them.

"I didn't try to help. I returned here from Asgard not too long ago and got cleaned up. By the time I was done, food was already being made, so I sat with everyone else until just now." Thor explained. Though there was a big smile on his face as Loki didn't correct him this time. Mobius remembered all Thor had done and spoke up.

"Oh! Before I get distracted, thank you Thor for helping Loki take care of me yesterday!" This comment made Thor giddy.

"It's what doting older brothers are for. Now, let's get downstairs and eat." Thor teased, using Loki's words against them as he moved aside to make room in the elevator for them. "Tony's cooks have breakfast nearly finished. So if we don't hurry, little sister will eat all the food." He meant Sylvie. And was clearly back to calling her sister. Loki sighed, his eyes rolling upward with exaggerated exasperation. He stepped into the elevator with Mobius, his hand still in his partner's as he shot a pointed glance at Thor.

"Oh, wonderful. Sylvie's still here, loitering about like an unwelcome stray. Shall I expect her to drink half the coffee pot and monopolize the best seating as well? Truly, Thor, your ability to collect nuisances rivals even your appetite." Loki's words were laced with venom, but his tone carried the kind of resigned familiarity that suggested he wasn't entirely serious. Loki leaned back against the elevator wall, his free hand smoothing over his impeccably tailored jacket.

"Yes, yes. I collect friends like you collect daggers." Thor chuckled a bit. He clicked the button to go down stairs as he rocked on his feet a bit. Mobius peeked at Thor, realizing he wasn't in his usual Asgardian armor. He looked different when not in armor, looked smaller. He then looked at Loki, and back at Thor.

"So…how did your talk with your Loki go?" Mobius asked. Thor tensed slightly at the question. Not planning for anyone to ask.

"It went as well as one can expect." Thor lied, and Mobius could tell…Thor was a horrid liar. Mobius looked at Loki, still holding his hand but now slightly worried for Thor. Loki caught the shift in Thor's demeanor, his posture stiffening just enough for Loki to notice. His brow furrowed ever so slightly, a mix of concern and irritation flashing across his features. Thor had never been the most graceful at hiding his emotions. Loki's grip on Mobius' hand tightened briefly, a minor gesture of reassurance, before he spoke. His voice was soft but laced with a brotherly sharpness that only Thor would recognize.

"You're a terrible liar, Thor." Loki glanced at Mobius, offering a small, almost imperceptible shrug before his attention shifted back to his brother. Loki tilted his head to the side, his lips moving into a sly smile, but the underlying concern couldn't quite be masked. He took a half step closer to Thor, his expression a mix of exasperation and care. "If you want to pretend everything is fine, I won't stop you, brother. But you can't expect me, or Mobius, to believe that." He gave Thor a look. There was no denying that whatever had transpired with the other Loki had left his brother in a state of discomfort, and Loki couldn't help but feel the weight of it. He glanced back at Mobius, noticing the worry in his eyes before his gaze drifted to Thor's again. Mobius was glad Loki cared. Glad the man asked questions he himself couldn't. Thor looked at Loki, nearly flinching at the tone he used but managed to hold it together. He sighed a bit and looked away.

"Fine. Sorry for lying to you…" Thor sighed as he ran his hand through his golden hair. "It ended in an argument. He swore I was taunting him and being heartless and ended with him stabbing me…" he corrected as he avoided eye contact with either man. "I'll be alright, though. Always am. Loki always avoids anywhere vital, no matter how mad at me he is so…I'll heal. Just another scar to add to the collection until it disappears." Thor tried to be calm and uncaring about it. But Mobius could tell that he was hurting, physically or mentally. Loki wasn't surprised by the details, not truly. The bond between Thor and the other Loki had always been complicated with bitterness, and endless conflict. But hearing about Thor's pain, physical or emotional, always struck a chord. Loki exhaled, his lips pressing together in a thin line as he watched Thor, sensing the layers of unresolved emotion and the way his brother tried to mask it. Loki chose to not dwell on it further. Instead, he moved closer to Thor, his expression softening with empathy, though still holding that usual mischief in his eyes.

"If anyone else had done that, you would have shattered their spine in an instant. But of course, it's always me with the gentle approach," Loki said, though the words weren't playful this time. There was a sincerity in the remark. He knew how Thor wore his scars like a badge of honor, but Loki also knew how those scars, both physical and emotional, took a toll over time. He stood there a moment, his gaze steady and unreadable, before he stepped forward and placed a hand on Thor's shoulder. Thor looked over at Loki, a small smile on his face as he gave a slight nod, then a small sigh.

"Aye, you're right. If anyone else were to hurt me, I'd hurt them back, maybe knock them into another realm or worse. But given it was you…well, you know my soft spot for you, despite all that's happened." Thor looked at Mobius. "But it seems this version of you has found someone who can calm you. So I at least have the temporary affections and understanding of one version of you. Maybe two, if you count Sylvie. She seems fond of me." He grinned a dumb grin, as if having Loki's affection was his biggest achievement. The elevator opened with a ding and the scent of food spilled into the small room. Thor's stomach growled and he laughed. Though before he got out he turned, leaning in to Loki and whispering into his ear to where only he could hear.

"Do not think I missed the marks peeking out on your neck, brother. I'd tease you about them if your lover weren't around, but I did not want to embarrass him. Though the others may not be so kind. Especially Tony." His tone was playful, but also held a warning. He didn't want Mobius to become too embarrassed because he was sure if Tony spotted the marks, he'd tease Loki relentlessly. And Mobius would react, thus gaining teasing from Tony as well. With that, Thor pulled away, winking at Loki before walking out first.

"I got my brother!!" Thor called, his tone loud again as he hid the pain he showed so willingly just moments before. Mobius looked at Loki, tilting his head curiously, wondering what Thor said.

"Will he be okay…?" Mobius asked, worried about Thor, but also afraid Loki had plans to go after the other version of himself for hurting Thor. After all, Mobius knew Thor wasn't the only one with a secret soft spot when it came to his brother. Loki watched Thor's retreating back with an unreadable expression, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he replayed the words Thor had whispered to him. The teasing about the marks was both amusing and... a little endearing. But Mobius' concern shifted his focus back.

"Thor is stronger than he looks," Loki reassured, his voice calm yet firm. "He may act as though he's all bravado, loud and proud with his words, but deep down... he carries more strength than anyone could imagine. He's endured far worse, Mobius. That's how he can laugh off even the deepest wounds. It's a strength, and a defense mechanism of sorts. And... despite what he says, he always fights for the people he cares about, even if he hides it behind his typical antics." Loki's tone shifted, a bit more playful as he turned to follow Thor out of the elevator. "Let's go get breakfast before my brother eats everything in sight. He seems incapable of eating at a normal pace." Loki smirked, as he guided Mobius toward the dining area, his steps confident. 

The scent of food wafted in the air as they exited the elevator, and Loki could hear Thor's booming voice already greeting everyone down the hall. He had a knack for making himself known wherever he went. Loki couldn't help but roll his eyes, though it was all in good humor. His brother's loudness had always been something Loki found endearing. 

"After breakfast, we'll address whatever questions the Avengers have for us. But don't worry, Mobius... you're with me now, and I'll ensure nothing happens that'll make you uncomfortable."

"I know. I trust you, Loki." Mobius smiled, as he looked out at the many faces he had never seen before. One would think that Mobius had seen variants of everyone here, but he hadn't. And that excited him. He saw Sylvie and Thor, sitting beside each other, and two seats next to Thor were open. Thor looked at Loki, as if beckoning him to come sit next to him. A silent yet endearing plea of closeness from his brother. Meanwhile, Sylvie looked at Mobius, a sudden realization seeming to spark in her eyes after she saw Loki and she grinned a knowing grin at Mobius that made him start to blush. She whispered to him. 

"If I knew that's why I helped heal you I'd have taken longer." she winked. Mobius blushed darker and slightly hid behind Loki. Now he was embarrassed, and Sylvie began to giggle like a school girl. Thor looked between Sylvie and Mobius and swiftly popped the woman upside her head.

"Do not start teasing him, sister!" Thor scolded, gaining a hiss of irritation from Sylvie as she crossed her arms and turned away. Thor looked at Loki and Mobius. "Come brothers, sit next to me." he voiced, noticing Mobius trying not to slightly laugh at Thor's sudden head smack on Sylvie. Loki's green eyes caught Sylvie's look, the grin on her face only making his own lips twitch into a smirk. His poor Mobius, flustered and adorably embarrassed, was hiding behind him, and Loki found himself both amused and protective. He turned his head slightly, his voice low but warm as he whispered to Mobius.

"Don't let her get to you, darling. Sylvie thrives on creating chaos, remember—it's the only thing she's good at, really." His tone was teasing, though it carried a bite, one only Sylvie would recognize if she heard. Loki's hand briefly brushed over Mobius', a small gesture as they moved closer to the table. When Thor beckoned them, Loki raised a brow, his steps purposeful as he led Mobius toward the open seats. He didn't miss the way Thor disciplined Sylvie, it was a rare moment of brotherly satisfaction seeing her put in her place. 

"Oh, I see you've become a proper big brother, Thor. How charming. If I'd known you'd make such a fine chaperone, I would have brought Mobius along sooner." His voice was smooth, laced with amusement as he pulled out the chair next to Thor and gestured for Mobius to take the seat on his other side.  "Though, Sylvie, I must admit, that was a rather weak attempt at teasing. Surely you can do better than mouthing a veiled threat about your healing abilities. Disappointing, truly." Loki added. Sylvie huffed, turning back with a glare, but before she could respond, Loki's attention shifted to Mobius. His hand moved under the table, resting lightly on Mobius' thigh, a reassuring touch amidst the chaos of the room with so many Avengers in one place. Loki leaned in slightly, his voice soft enough for Mobius alone. "See? They're already making fools of themselves. You'll fit in perfectly." Thor looked at Loki, then Sylvie and he just chuckled. ""

"Her lack of abilities comes from a lack of proper training. Training she'll be sure to go through when I take her to Asgard with me next I visit."

"Speaking of your healing abilities Sylvie...thank you for helping Loki heal me." Mobius' smile could break a stone heart. And Sylvie wasn't immune to the agent's charms. She looked away, saying nothing for a moment before sighing.

"You're welcome...but don't get used to it. I'm not wasting all my magic on you like that again..." Her words were harsh, and carried a tone of irritation but her green eyes spoke a different story. Though only Loki would be able to read, and honestly maybe even Thor. She hated the fact she healed a TVA agent. But she was also glad she could help. More because he seemed to be the only kind one amongst the TVA and he deserved some sense of kindness. Mobius looked across the table at all the others, and Thor's voice rang above all, clear and loud and demanding attention.

"Guys, as I mentioned, Loki is joining us for an unknown amount of time. The guy with him is my soon to be brother in law, Mobius. You will treat him nicely, for I'll not stop Loki if he hurts you for being mean to his lover." Mobius felt his cheeks warm again. Asking himself why must Thor announce such things to these people so nonchalantly. Loki sat back in his chair, as relaxed as a serpent basking in the sun. His gaze flicked over the Avengers one by one, his expression betraying nothing but a glimmer of mischief. Thor's announcement had been predictable, his brother lacked subtlety in almost every aspect of his life. Still, it was amusing to see how the mortals reacted. 

Natasha arched a single brow, her lips curving into an amused smirk as she leaned back, arms crossed. Tony's jaw dropped slightly before he chuckled, clearly relishing the new ammunition for his inevitable teasing. Banner blinked, clearly unsure how to process this turn of events, while Steve and Clint exchanged curious looks, the latter barely stifling a laugh.

"Thor," Loki began smoothly, his tone laced with faux exasperation, "while I appreciate your enthusiasm, I don't recall appointing you as the herald of my personal affairs." He tilted his head, shooting Mobius a brief, reassuring glance before focusing back on the room. Natasha was the first to break the silence, her tone dry as ever.

"Didn't peg you for the type to settle down, Loki. Guess you're full of surprises."

"Am I?" Loki quirked a brow. "I do aim to be full of surprises. But this isn't about settling down, it's about choosing the rarest of treasures when one crosses your path." Tony snorted, leaning forward on the table.

"Okay, I need to know—what's the story here? Did you end up enchanting this poor guy, or is he actually into all the chaos you've got going on?" Loki's gaze snapped to Tony.

"Mobius has excellent taste, Stark. Unlike your own sartorial atrocities. Really, must you wear such garish colors?" Sylvie had laughed at Thor's announcement. Finding it amusing how easily Thor spoke of topics as if they meant nothing and weren't personal. Thor looked at Loki, smiling.

"You didn't appoint me…I appointed myself thank you." Thor's words held a hint of mischief in them. Clearly, he had learned a little bit from Loki. And just picked and chose when to use it. Meanwhile, Mobius looked around at the stares from the Avengers. It took him a moment to think, to find the proper words and speak up. But when Tony shot the whole mind control thing at Loki words came immediately.

"He didn't need to enchant me. I kind of fell for him the moment we first met. And yes, I'm into the chaos and mischief he makes. Who wouldn't be? Well, maybe not you. You couldn't handle the kinds of chaos he's into." The last part came out before he could think and suddenly Thor and Sylvie both started laughing. Thor knew Mobius was right, he could never handle the full chaos and mischief of Loki. And Sylvie agreed. But hearing Mobius say it out loud so casually and in defense of Loki had them both laughing. Mobius slid his hand on top of Loki's hand on his thigh, feeling a bit embarrassed by his words, but clearly not regretting them.

Steve finally spoke, his tone diplomatic. "Well, as long as you're both here peacefully, you're welcome. Let's eat before Thor devours everything." Tony rolled his eyes, clearly biting back a retort as Natasha smirked behind her coffee mug. Meanwhile, Thor's laughter boomed across the table, his amusement unabashed. Sylvie's grin mirrored Loki's own, a rare moment of silent camaraderie between the two. With a small, affectionate squeeze of Mobius' thigh, Loki leaned closer to whisper in his ear. 

"That was quite the defense, darling. If I didn't know better, I'd say you enjoy leaving them speechless on my behalf." Straightening, Loki helped himself to a plate of food with his usual unhurried grace, loading it with fresh fruit, pastries, and a few savory items. He made a show of cutting into a croissant, his long fingers working the knife and fork with precise elegance as his gaze flitted around the table. His composure was effortless, a contrast to the energy of those around him. Loki leaned slightly toward Mobius. His voice dipped low, just for him. 

"Tell me again why I agreed to dine with these buffoons?" Loki turned his attention back to Mobius, sliding a piece of fresh fruit onto his fork and holding it out. His emerald eyes sparkled with amusement and a trace of mischief. "Open up, my loyal defender. After all, it's only fair I feed the one who so boldly champions my honor." Mobius smiled sweetly. He was proud of himself and enjoying what seemed like praise from Loki. He watched everyone around him, having slightly forgotten about the food. He was honestly just soaking in the many things going on. His attention was turned to Loki when he offered him a bite, in which he happily took and he kept his eyes on him. He chewed carefully, speaking only after he swallowed.

"Thank you. And of course I'll defend you." Mobius smiled brightly, clearly thriving in the setting. "And we agreed to dine with them to get the intrusive questions out of the way and enjoy personal space later." He clarified in a hushed tone. He glanced at Thor, his plate loaded with food as he ate. Though Sylvie wasn't any more graceful than Thor. Mobius only imagined it was hard on her to find food while she ran from the TVA. Loki tilted his head, watching Mobius with a fondness he didn't even bother to mask. The adorable smile on Mobius' face, paired with his quiet clarification, was enough to make Loki's ever-present smirk soften. He leaned closer.

"Always so practical, aren't you? Fine. Let them have their questions now so later they can wallow in envy while I steal you away." With that, Loki returned to his meal, though his attention flickered between his plate and Mobius, clearly finding more enjoyment in the latter. He occasionally cast a side-eye at Sylvie and Thor, his lips twitching at their unrefined eating habits. His tone was dry as he finally commented. "It's remarkable, isn't it? The two of you could share a table with wild boars, and no one would notice the difference." He lifted his glass, filled with orange juice, and took a sip, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he addressed the table. "Do go on with your questions if you must. I'd hate for this pleasant atmosphere to grow dull."

Tony perked up at the invitation, clearly eager. "Alright, Loki, how's this for a question? How does someone like you actually keep a guy like him?" He gestured to Mobius with a grin.

Loki arched a brow, his expression calm but his tone biting. "Ah, Stark, the answer is simple. It requires something you sorely lack: charm, wit, and the ability to look devastatingly attractive without trying." He offered a saccharine smile. "Do take notes, though. There may still be hope for you." The table erupted in laughter, with Natasha smirking and Clint shaking his head. Loki leaned closer to Mobius once more, murmuring softly. "That should quiet them for at least a moment. I told you, darling, stay close, and I'll make even their jests amusing." Thor looked at Loki, at his teasing of his eating habits and just swallowed his food.

"I'd rather be a boar than a rabbit." Thor teased Loki's slow, supposedly refined eating style.  While Sylvie completely ignored Loki for a spell, then her voice came in a calm yet firm tone.

"Not all of us can be born with a golden spoon in their mouth and servants to tend to their every need." Sylvie shot the prince a look, as if daring him to speak back. But Tony had interrupted and the banter between those two occured, making her look up and join in the laughter of Loki's teasing of Tony. Mobius turned his attention to Loki, chuckling a bit as he took the chance. As Loki leaned closer to him he quickly kissed Loki's cheek. He wanted to steal an actual kiss but he chose to kiss his cheek for safety's sake as he didn't know Loki's comfort levels on public affection. Thor stopped eating and stared, blinking in a bit of shock at Mobius bold move. Sylvie also stared, her expression a mirror of Thor's. She didn't think the man could be so bold in front of others. Loki blinked at the soft kiss on his cheek, his composure faltering just enough to reveal surprise before a sly grin replaced it. He raised his chin, a dramatic air of pride settling over him as he turned back to Mobius. Loki returned the action, he pressed a kiss to Mobius' temple, his lips lingering just long enough to leave no room for misinterpretation. He pulled back with a triumphant smirk, addressing the table as though nothing had happened.

"Oh, close your mouths, Thor, Sylvie. You'll catch flies." Loki's voice dripped with mockery, though the faintest hint of satisfaction betrayed his playful demeanor. Thor closed his mouth in shock. Sylvie followed suit.

"You'll need to tell me someday how you gained his affections. I'll need to learn from you." Thor said calmly as he looked at Mobius. Mobius was now a bit embarrassed but held a huge grin on his face.

"You did say to dazzle them, yes? I have to keep up with your charm and do it properly." Mobius said sweetly. "Besides…I also have to show them I can do things they can't." He winked playfully with a mischievous smile. Loki let out a sigh, his gaze flickering between Thor and Mobius, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. He folded his arms across his chest, arching a brow at Thor.

"Honestly, Thor, as if I would ever divulge the secrets of my affections to you. It's not as if you'd know what to do with such information. Perhaps start with something simpler." Loki's sharp tongue carried a playful edge as he turned his attention back to Mobius, his smirk softening slightly. He leaned closer, his tone dipping into mock solemnity. "And you, darling, need to watch that mischievous streak of yours. If you keep this up, people will start to think I've been a good influence on you—an absolute travesty for my reputation." Despite the teasing, there was a glint of pride in Loki's eyes as he watched Mobius grin, that mischievous smile undeniably charming. He reached out, his fingers brushing over Mobius' hand. "Now, Thor, if you're done gawking, perhaps you could find something productive to do? Watching me live my life isn't a skill worth putting on your resumé."

Thor couldn't disagree. And yet his main desire was to watch Loki live the life he felt the other version of him had been robbed of. "You're right...it's not...well, maybe not to you. But to me, it would make me happy to see you live." Thor sighed. "But after breakfast I'm going back to Asgard and facing...well, you know who." He meant the other Loki. But he didn't want to confuse the group, and he knew he'd never be able to explain such complicated things to the others. Mobius, however, looked at Loki, his full attention on the god.

"I'd say you've been an influence on me but let's not explain what kind. That's just for me to know." Mobius smiled as he finished his own plate of food. He listened to Thor and was wondering if maybe he should go too. He seemed to have a way with Lokis if Loki and Sylvie were examples. But he also wasn't wanting to put himself in further harm....but he definitely would if it would help Thor.

"You're not going, little agent. Just because you ta—" Thor covered her mouth with his large calloused hand, catching her off guard and getting a small squeak of annoyance from her before she bit into his hand. Yet he didn't flinch.

"Don't command him, sister. That's Loki's job." Saying that made Mobius blush and look away immediately.

"How does he always say such things so casually!?" Mobius asked in a huff. 

"Ah, sister, I see you've missed a crucial development in the life of my darling Mobius." He leaned back in his seat, resting one arm over the back of his chair, the other gesturing lazily toward the blushing man. "He is no longer bound by the drudgery of the TVA. He is, in fact, his own man now—and more importantly, mine. I suppose that makes you the last tether to that tiresome institution at this table. How quaint." Loki tilted his head, his gaze sharp as he studied Sylvie, clearly enjoying her discomfort at being reminded of her connection to the organization she so despised.

"So, do refrain from addressing him as though he still wears their leash. I've removed it, and he wears no collar, save the one of his own choosing." The smirk deepened as he cast a glance at Mobius, his tone shifting to a teasing lilt. "Though I'd hardly object to seeing him in something more literal. Perhaps one day, hmm?" Mobius' face turned an even deeper shade of pink, and he sputtered, looking away as Sylvie made an exaggerated gagging sound. Thor, meanwhile, roared with laughter, slapping the table hard enough to make the plates rattle. Loki rolled his eyes, though the playful look in his gaze betrayed his amusement. He leaned closer to Mobius, his voice dropping to a softer, more genuine tone.

"Worry not, my dear. You've no obligation to go to Asgard, nor should you feel pressured by anyone—least of all Sylvie. Your place is here, with me. And if Thor can't manage his other Loki, well… perhaps it's best he learns the hard way." He reached out, brushing his fingers gently against Mobius', offering a small, reassuring smile. "I promised to spoil you, didn't I? That starts with making sure you're not dragged into unnecessary danger, no matter how much you might be tempted to throw yourself into it." Sylvie hated Loki right now, and Thor was annoying as any big brother would be. She turned away, crossing her arms. Mobius blinked and smiled softly, looking at Loki before giving a small nod.

"I just don't like the idea of being able to help and not helping. Though you're right...I've no proof I could be helpful over making things worse. And besides, I may be able to handle one of you, but I doubt two of you would be easy..." Mobius grinned, trying to calm the blush across his cheeks. "But...I would love to wear a collar from you, if you desired me to. I'm sure it would be a very nice one." That grin said he was being completely honest, and again Sylvie groaned at the obvious flirting, thinking about how gross it was. Thor looked between the three, Loki, Mobius and Sylvie and then smirked.

"Sister, do not pretend to dislike flirting, I'm nearly certain you were flirting with Tony, were you not?" His voice was loud and clear, calling her out completely. Sylvie blushed and glared at Thor.

"Shut up or I swear I'll—" Thor cut her off.

"Stab me? Get in line sister, that's also Loki's job and he doesn't like to share." She growled in frustration and turned away. Loki sighed, a roll of his eyes accompanying the gesture as he lounged back in his seat, fingers idly drumming against the table. His tone carried a blend of disdain and begrudging affection.

"Thor, must you always announce your thoughts as though the entire room requires your opinion? Honestly, it's a wonder you ever sneak up on anyone during battle with how loud you are." He cast a sidelong glance at Sylvie, smirking at her flustered expression. "And as for you, sister, your protests are wasted energy. The only thing more obvious than Thor's appetite is your thinly veiled interest in that billionaire idiot. Do remember, he's only human. You wouldn't want to break him." Loki turned his attention back to Mobius, his expression softening immediately as he lifted their joined hands to brush a kiss across Mobius' knuckles.

"Like you're one to talk! Mobius is human too, you could break him just as easily, if not easier...if you haven't already that is!" Sylvie grumbled as she snapped slightly at Loki. She hated being called out, and now she felt like a target and got defensive. Mobius smiled a bit, blushing lightly at the kiss to his knuckles as he looked at Loki.

"Why must you always steal my breath away so easily..." Mobius whispered, clearly not minding but also curious at the same time. Thor tilted his head a bit at the question, thinking about how to answer it.

"I don't sneak up on my enemies, you sneak up on them for me while I distract them. That's our thing. There's no way my heavy footsteps could ever sneak up on people. Silly little brother." He grinned like an idiot. Though also reminisced on the days when the two would fight foes together once in a blue moon. The memories were fond ones for Thor. A simpler time when he and Loki weren't at each other's throats, a time he missed dearly. And yet he was glad he seemed to have a shard of it back, even if it was with a different version of his brother. Loki smirked at Sylvie's grumbling, lifting his goblet before taking a leisurely sip. His tone was rich with sarcasm as he addressed her.

"Sylvie, your concern for Mobius' well-being is touching. But if you must know, he seems remarkably resilient. Far stronger than most humans I've encountered... though I'd hardly expect you to appreciate such nuance." With a final bite of his breakfast, Loki dabbed at his lips with a napkin, his refined movements in stark contrast to Thor's boisterous demeanor. He gave his brother a look, his voice tinged with dry humor. "Yes, well, some things never change, do they? You lumber about, creating more chaos than I, while I'm left to handle matters with precision. At least you're consistent, Thor. I suppose that's something to note." He set his utensils down neatly, folding his napkin and placing it beside his plate as he straightened in his seat. His gaze returned to Mobius, one hand slipping under the table to rest on Mobius' thigh again.

Sylvie gave up trying to backtalk Loki. She wasn't getting anywhere and it was only frustrating her further. Thor however didn't seem to mind the constant banter or slight jabs his way. If anything he seemed to enjoy it. Though he watched how Loki treated and touched Mobius but pretended not to notice. Mobius looked at Loki, having already finished his food some time ago since he had the luxury of not needing to answer anything or talk much. He smiled, placing his own hand on top of Loki's on his thigh and looking rather calm for the time being. Though Loki's touch did bring a shine of happiness to his eyes that was hard to miss.

Loki's eyes lingered on Mobius, noting the calm contentment in his expression and the warmth of his hand atop his own. A soft smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he let his thumb gently brush against Mobius' thigh. His voice was smooth, yet there was an unmistakable affection woven into his tone.

"You truly are a marvel, Mobius. Amidst all this chaos, you remain unshaken. How do you do it? Is it sheer will, or is it simply my presence keeping you so composed?" Loki glanced at Thor, his smirk deepening into something more playful. "Of course, I had to endure my brother's endless chatter for years, and I learned how to find serenity in the storm."

"Oh, it's you. Mostly. I mean years of TVA meetings and things I won't go into has taught me how to remain mostly composed during such moments. But mainly, it's you." Mobius smiled, leaning slightly against Loki as he watched everyone around them. Thor stood first, finishing his meal and stretching.

"I'm headed back to Asgard now. Come sister, you're joining me." Thor grabbed her arm and pulled her up with him, and amazingly enough she didn't try to pull away or fight. She followed him.

"Fine with me. Always wanted to see Asgard. Last I saw it I was a child and don't remember it much." Sylvie walked away with Thor, smiling a bit as she looked back at Mobius and Loki. Then back at Thor. "We can meet the other Loki. See if I like him better. Though I wonder if Loki doesn't want Mobius there because he's afraid he'll like the other Loki more." Thor glared a silent warning at her and she shut up. Clearly and quickly learning that Thor isn't one to trifle with. She was learning that despite him being a loving big brother he was also stern when needed. Loki shook his head, leaning back slightly in his chair, his hand still comfortably resting on Mobius. He gazed after Thor and Sylvie for a moment longer, he murmured, almost to himself. 

"If that version of me cannot see Thor's effort and care… it is his loss. My brother's heart may be loud and clumsy, but it is genuine." Turning his attention back to Mobius, Loki's expression shifted, a softer smile curving his lips. He brushed his fingers along Mobius' hand, his touch light. "You wouldn't like the other me, darling. He lacks my refinement, my… charm. Besides, he wouldn't know how to handle you properly." Mobius blushed a bit and just smiled a little, moving his hand to gently grip Loki's hand.

"Loki, I'd never feel the way I feel for you for any other version of you. You hold my heart, and every part of me. Since we first met. And no other version of you will hold me the way you do." He spoke softly, yet very sincerely. He needed Loki to know no other version of him would get the love he gave to him. And words were the only way he could show it for now. Though he'd much rather give him kisses and make him understand that way. "So don't be afraid, okay? I'm all yours." Mobius swore, though his words were firm, making sure Loki knew he meant them. Loki's heart skipped a beat at Mobius' words.

"You have no idea how much that means to me, Mobius," Loki whispered, his thumb gently stroking the back of Mobius' hand. "You are mine as much as I am yours. And no other version of me will ever have a place in your heart as I do." Loki's voice was steady, but there was an undeniable tenderness in it that only Mobius could evoke. Loki allowed his fingers to trace the outline of Mobius' jaw. "And don't you worry, my love. I have no intention of sharing you with anyone, let alone some other version of myself." He paused, his expression turning slightly more playful, the teasing glint returning to his eyes. "Not when you're so wonderfully mine already." Loki leaned in again, this time pressing his lips to Mobius' with a softness that matched the unspoken promise in his words. He wanted to reaffirm everything Mobius had just said, to remind him just how truly cherished he was. As soon as the kiss was initiated, Mobius didn't hesitate in deepening the kiss. He wanted Loki to know his feelings just as much as Loki seemed to want him to know his.  The moment left the man wanting for more. He gently wrapped his arms around Loki, refusing to release him any time soon. Had he remembered that there were people around them, he may not have been so bold. But to Loki's luck, the moment they kissed the world around them disappeared. He slowly pulled from the kiss to take a breath, his eyes shining brightly with happiness and excitement.

"I adore you Loki. More than anything or anyone." Mobius whispered against the man's lips, smiling softly as he pressed his forehead against Loki's, enjoying the warmth and the scent Loki carried. Loki's hands slid down to rest on Mobius' waist, pulling him just a touch closer before he spoke, his voice low and silky. 

"As much as I enjoy this public display of affection, my dear, I think it's time we take our leave. The Avengers' prying eyes are starting to wear on my patience." Loki cast a brief, dismissive glance at the remaining diners, his green eyes narrowing slightly. Clint was grinning like a fool, as usual, while Natasha raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. Stark, on the other hand, was clearly itching to make some snide remark. Loki wasn't about to give him the chance.

"Come, Mobius," he said, standing and offering his hand to Mobius, his tone lightening as he added with a teasing lilt, "I have much more enticing plans for us than sitting here under their scrutiny." Mobius realized the others were around and his heart nearly stopped.  His face turned a dark red and quickly he took Loki's hand, getting out of the chair and looking away from the Avengers. He looked up at Loki, trying to calm his racing heart, but failing.

"I...um...s-sorry I forgot they were here..." He admitted to Loki, trying his best to focus solely on the man before him. And amazingly enough, it worked. After all, who wouldn't be utterly captivated by Loki's demanding aura? "I'll try to behave better next time. But...let's go explore those plans shall we?" Mobius smiled, wanting to get away before the Avengers tore his attention away from Loki.

"Mobius, there is no need to apologize. If anything, I should commend you for giving Stark and the others something to talk about besides their dreary heroics for once." As they walked down the hallway, Loki looked behind them, he noted how quickly they were putting distance between themselves and the prying Avengers. He turned his attention back to Mobius, his tone dropping into a playful purr. "As for behaving… who said I want you to behave? I rather enjoy your boldness, especially when it's directed at me."

"Well, I never quite asked your boundaries for public affection. And I'd rather not irritate you. Though…" Mobius' thoughts went to what may happen if he irritated Loki. Some R-rated and some ended up being a bit gruesome for him. And he'd rather have the first option, but that wasn't up to him. "Never mind that thought…best it stay in my mind." he laughed a bit, slightly nervous of his own thoughts as he walked by Loki's side.  "So, what plans do you have for me today?" Mobius asked with a smile, holding Loki's hand gently in his own and seeming happy about it. He absolutely loved the feeling Loki gave him when he touched him in any way. Not just the sexual feelings either. This was more of a comfort that left his heart fluttering and feeling safe. And he definitely didn't want to release Loki's hand any time soon if he didn't have to. But he knew he couldn't hold the man's hand all day, and eventually they would release each other. But for now, he got to bask in the comfort and safety Loki's grip gave him.

"Ah, boundaries. Such a mortal concept. But you needn't worry, Mobius. Were I to find your affections too much, I'd tell you. Loudly." Loki was clearly amused by whatever thoughts had crossed the former agent's mind. "And you'll tell me those thoughts eventually, won't you? I do so enjoy watching you squirm." He tilted his head as though pondering Mobius' question about plans, his free hand lifting in a lazy gesture. 

"Well, I was thinking we could conquer a small country. Nothing too large—something manageable, like Luxembourg or Monaco. It would be an amusing distraction." He glanced at Mobius with a sly grin, his voice filled with dry humor. "But if imperialism isn't to your taste today, I suppose we could settle for something more... tame. A scenic stroll through Central Park? Breaking into Stark's private wine collection? Or perhaps testing the durability of that lovely suit I conjured for you in more compromising positions?" He stopped walking, turning to face Mobius fully, his expression softening slightly even as the teasing edge remained in his tone. "The day is ours, darling. Tell me what you desire, and I'll see that it's done. Unless you prefer to simply bask in my presence all day, which is always an acceptable plan."

Mobius absolutely loved Loki's mischievous side. And the way he spoke of taking over a small place so casually made him want to laugh. But he managed not to. "Perhaps I'll tell you my thoughts someday. Lately I've found my thoughts embarrassing and mainly about you." Mobius explained in a quiet tone as he looked up at Loki. "And though taking a place over does sound…hm…fun? I don't think I'd be of any help. But a walk does sound lovely. I've been in the TVA for so long I forgot the beauties of the world. I doubt any scene in the world will steal my breath the way you do." He flirted cutely. And yet one could tell his words weren't just sweet, they were honest. He meant his compliments to Loki, always had. He then went a bit red as the desire to test the durability of the suit.

"We should definitely invade Stark's wine collection and test the suit. Do try not to rip it. It would be a waste of good material… it could be interesting to watch it be ripped off myself." Before he could shut himself up, the words spilled out. He quickly looked away, scolding himself for not watching his words. But at the same time at least Loki had a hint of what went through his mind lately. Loki's grin widened as Mobius' words spilled out, his amusement evident in the glimmer of mischief lighting his gaze. He couldn't resist the opportunity to tease his mortal further, especially when Mobius had practically gift-wrapped his flustered state for him. 

"Oh, Mobius," Loki purred, stepping closer to the man. "Such unguarded thoughts. How delightful. You should know by now, that nothing you say could embarrass me—but I do enjoy watching you try to recover." He lifted Mobius' hand and kissed his knuckles again, lingering just enough to make the simple gesture feel more intimate than it had any right to be. His voice softened, full of seductive charm. 

"Testing the durability of that suit, hmm? I could think of far worse ways to spend the day. And if the material were to tear…" he leaned in, his lips brushing just shy of Mobius' ear, his breath warm against his skin, "…then I'd simply have an excuse to craft something even more exquisite for you. Perhaps something less… restrictive?" Pulling back slightly, Loki fixed Mobius with a smoldering gaze, his hand still holding his. He made no effort to hide his amusement at the blush spreading across Mobius' face.  "But first things first. Stark's wine collection calls to us. A bold invasion, perhaps the smallest conquest I've ever undertaken, but I assure you, we'll make it memorable." He turned on his heel, his hand still entwined with Mobius' as he led him toward the exit, his long strides full of regal confidence. Without looking back, he added in a voice loud enough to ensure Mobius could hear the teasing. "And, my dear, do keep those intriguing thoughts coming. They entertain me greatly."

Every nerve in Mobius' body screamed with a burst of desire. His heart pounded wildly in his chest and his mind suddenly went blank as Loki teased him so easily and yet so calmly. The look he gave him left his mind spiraling out of control in all the right ways. He just gave a slight nod, agreeing that if the material ripped Loki could make something else. What little thoughts he had were interrupted by the sudden tugging of Loki's hand pulling him off to Stark's collection.

"I'm not sure the wine is your smallest conquest. But let's think that," Mobius smiled, thinking Stark's wine collection would be rather huge, with tons of expensive bottles. Though he also felt that he was Loki's smallest conquest, he didn't have to work that hard to make Mobius submit. Though the wine wouldn't put up a fight either. "As for my so-called entertaining thoughts, for the sake of my racing heart I think it's best that the majority of them stay locked away. Thanks to you I've started having more…hm… perverted thoughts. And putting them into words out loud may not end well." Mobius clearly blamed Loki for his thoughts. Yet he didn't seem to hate them. Loki led Mobius through the halls of Stark Tower with an air of supreme confidence, scanning the walls as if he could sense the location of the wine with sheer instinct.

"Perverted thoughts, you say? And here I thought I was the corrupted one in this relationship. Imagine my surprise to find you're quite the deviant." He stopped abruptly, turning to face Mobius, their hands still clasped. Loki tilted his head slightly, studying him with a mix of intrigue and teasing affection. "If I'm responsible for unlocking such thoughts, then it seems I'm a far more influential presence in your life than even I anticipated." Stepping closer, Loki leaned in, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur. "But now I'm curious. Are you afraid I'll find your thoughts too scandalous, or are you simply worried I might encourage them further?" He straightened suddenly, his demeanor shifting back to playful nonchalance as he gestured toward an unmarked door they had passed.

"Maybe both?" he admitted, slightly embarrassed at doing so. And yet here he was, wanting nothing more than to press Loki against a wall and make out with him. 

"Stark would likely keep his collection behind a reinforced door, tucked away like some treasure hoard. He's predictable that way." He gave Mobius a sidelong glance, his expression full of mischief. "Shall we test my theory? If we're lucky, there may be something worthy of a toast to your newfound… liberations."

He had to regain his composure, letting Loki lead him away despite not wanting to. He loved the man being so close, loved his scent, the feel of his breath against his skin. He was such a freaking tease and it was infuriating to know that he knew exactly what he was doing to Mobius and did it so often, then left the man hanging and wanting more. He looked at the door. Examining it and giving a nod.

"It'll either hold wine or his spare suits. One or the other." Mobius chuckled, though looked at Loki. He slightly bit his lip before forcing himself to focus on their task at hand. The door in front of them. "You gonna use magic to open it?" He asked curiously, wondering what magic Loki would use. Suddenly his thoughts left the south end and went more north, towards the excitement of seeing Loki's magic in use again. Loki tilted his head, inspecting it with an air of mock seriousness, his fingers lightly trailing over the surface as if reading its secrets. Turning back to Mobius, he smirked, his voice full of indulgent mischief.

"Of course. It would be rude to deprive you of a little display, wouldn't it?" With a flourish of his free hand, Loki conjured a small, shimmering sphere of green energy, the light casting shadows across the walls. He twirled it between his fingers, letting the magic grow brighter before placing his palm flat against the door. The glowing tendrils of his magic seeped into the edges, snaking along the seams like ivy. A faint click echoed as the lock yielded to his power.

"Stark may rely on brute force or clever engineering, but I…" He tapped the door with a single finger, the sphere of magic disappearing in a wisp of green smoke. "I prefer a touch of finesse." He stepped aside, gesturing to the now-unlocked door. His tone took on a teasing edge as he looked Mobius up and down, catching the faint blush on his cheeks. "After you, my curious mortal. Let's see if it's wine or metal suits." The glint in Loki's eye was unmistakable, he was thoroughly enjoying the effect he had on Mobius, taking every opportunity to prolong the man's fascination and flustered state. Mobius stared in awe at the display. It was amazing to watch, especially up close. His eyes followed the magic across the door and watched how before long the lock yielded to Loki's powers. He looked back at Loki, a smile on his face easily saying how amazed he was. He looked almost like a kid in a toy store. When Loki spoke he gave a nod.

"You are always amazing. You know that?" Mobius spoke softly, though he couldn't resist any longer. He used his free hand and pushed the door open. He needed to know what was inside, there was absolutely no way he'd let Loki's hard work go to waste by waiting too long. He peeked into the room curiously, wanting to know the treasures they unlocked. Loki followed Mobius into the room, scanning the treasure trove before them. Rows upon rows of shelves lined the walls, stocked with bottles of every imaginable size, shape, and color. From deep red wines in dark glass to ornate decanters filled with amber-toned whiskey, Stark's collection was as opulent as it was varied. There were even bottles of sparkling champagne resting in chilled compartments, their labels gleaming with gold filigree.

"Well, well," Loki drawled in a honeyed tone stepping past Mobius with an air of triumph. His fingers trailed along the edge of one of the shelves, eyes flickering over the assortment with an approving glint. "It seems Stark has outdone himself. This isn't merely a wine cellar, this is a king's ransom in spirits." He plucked a bottle of Asgardian mead from its place, the golden liquid catching the light. Turning it over in his hands, he chuckled. "And he has good taste, I'll give him that. This bottle is older than most mortals alive today. I doubt Stark even knows what half of these are worth." Loki set the mead aside and reached for a tall bottle of vodka, its crystal-clear liquid glinting like diamonds. He held it up to Mobius, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "Tell me, shall we start with something refined? There's enough here to keep us entertained for days." He crossed his arms and watched Mobius with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Though, if I were to make a wager, I'd say you're curious about that mead. Perhaps you'd like a little taste of Asgard, hm?"

Mobius stared at every inch of the room. He had never seen a collection so vast before. Sure he had a drink or two with his old friend Renslayer, but he had never seen some of these.

 Though the Asgardian mead Loki grabbed did command his attention. He tilted his head slightly.

"How on earth did he luck into something like that here?" he questioned as he walked closer to examine the bottle. He thought about all the offers Loki gave and smiled. "I'd prefer to try the Asgardian one. It's the most unique one here, from my knowledge. And would probably suit your tastes well." He pointed out with a smile, though then looked at Loki. The innocent look in his eyes went completely against the words he was about to say. "Though, I had my own taste of Asgard last night. And that's a taste that's strictly mine." Mobius grinned, hoping Loki knew what he meant, as explaining it would be too embarrassing. Loki let out an amused chuckle, the sound rich and resonant as he caught the meaning behind Mobius' words.

"Mobius, you continue to surprise me. Such audacious words, and yet you manage to say them with such… innocence. Perhaps Stark charmed it out of some hapless trader, or perhaps he paid an exorbitant price. Either way, it seems we're the true beneficiaries of his indulgence." With a practiced flick of his wrist, Loki uncorked the bottle, the faint pop of the seal breaking filling the room. He lifted the bottle to his nose, inhaling deeply and letting out a pleased hum.

"This, my darling Mobius, is a drink worthy of the gods. Shall we toast to our good fortune, or to your audacity?" Without waiting for an answer, Loki produced two glasses seemingly from nowhere, pouring the golden liquid with precision. He handed one to Mobius, his smirk softening into something warmer. "To us, and all the chaos we leave in our wake." He raised his glass, the gesture equal parts teasing and sincere, his gaze never leaving Mobius as he awaited the toast. Mobius followed his lead, a soft smile on his lips.

"To us." Mobius smiled taking in the scent of the mead. He had never smelled something so strong. He knew this was going to feel different then any of the drinks he had ever had with Renslayer. And yet he was excited to try the drink with Loki, after all, if he got drunk he knew Loki would take care of him, so he wasn't as nervous as a mortal should be tasting Asgardian Mead. Then he got a thought.

"What if this isn't Tony's but your brothers? It would make more sense if it belonged to Thor. I highly doubt Tony would have gotten ahold of something like this without Thor." Mobius theorized. He knew how much Thor liked to drink and it just made the most sense, it also made him smile. "All the more reason to keep it for ourselves." He smiled, clearly entertained by the idea of drinking Thor's mead. Loki took a sip of the mead, savoring the rich warmth as it rolled over his tongue. His expression was one of pure satisfaction, his lips curving into a smirk as he lowered the glass. 

"Thor's or Stark's, it hardly matters now, does it? What belongs to Thor is far too often squandered, and if Stark's foolish enough to leave treasures like these unattended, then he's simply asking for their… repurposing." Loki's tone was playful as his emerald gaze gleamed as he looked at Mobius. He tilted his head, studying him with open curiosity, a teasing edge creeping into his voice. "Though I must say, I'm intrigued by a far more pressing question—are you capable of getting drunk? Or will I be forced to drink twice as much to make up for your tolerance? I'd hate to think I'd have to carry you back to our room after a single glass. It would, of course, be amusing..." He trailed off, his smirk widening as he raised his glass again, taking another sip while his gaze remained fixed on Mobius. "…but I'd much prefer you stay upright long enough to finish this entire bottle with me."

"I'm very capable of getting drunk. I'm not Captain Rogers. But I do hope my tolerance won't disappoint." Mobius took a sip of his own. The flavor was amazing, far better than he expected it to be. He expected the mead to burn his throat as strong alcohol often did, yet there wasn't a burn. It was absolutely amazing! He looked at Loki, a smile on his lips as he took another drink. "Though by the end of the bottle I can't promise I won't need a hand back to our room." He couldn't help but wonder what Loki would be like drunk, if the god could even get drunk. "But what happens if you get drunk? Can I carry you back to our room?" He asked in a teasing tone as he took another drink, absolutely loving the taste of the drink. This was something he could get used to, a drink he liked far better than any he had ever tried before.

"Oh, I can get drunk, my dear. Make no mistake about that. Asgardian mead, particularly the finer brews, has its ways of sneaking up on even the gods," he sipped again, savoring the taste. "As for you carrying me back to our room…" Loki's gaze turned slightly coy, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "Well, if the occasion arises, I suppose I'd allow it. You've proven yourself capable in many ways already, though I must admit, I'd rather like to see you attempt it after finishing this bottle." Loki reached out and trailed a finger along the rim of Mobius' glass, his touch as light as a feather. 

"But be warned, Mobius, I'm not as light as I look. I'll be quite impressed if you manage it without toppling over yourself. if we're wagering on endurance, I'd be remiss not to remind you that I am a god. I could drink you under the table without breaking a sweat." Loki smiled wider as an idea struck him. "But I'll make it interesting for you, my dear, perhaps the winner of a little competition will get to dictate exactly how the evening ends?"

"Well then if that's the wager you should start planning for this evening's end ahead of time. We both know I'm not going to win this. Though I'm happy to try." Mobius was both excited about the bet and terrified. A thought crossed his head. By the end of this, if they were both drunk neither would have the mental capacity to make a decision. While if Mobius won he'd still be too drunk to make a choice. Though Loki, given he's a god, could probably make a choice and carry it out. And Mobius may not even remember it. That brought on a whole new level of interest. He looked at his glass, a small smile still present on his lips as he took another drink, then took the hand that Loki had reached out to touch his glass and kissed Loki's knuckles softly.

"Also, though I may fail at my attempts at carrying you, I can still try. I was a soldier at one point in time. I'm not going to pretend I'm strong, but I'm far from weak. I just look it. Guess that's why no one ever took me seriously." Mobius mentioned as he looked at Loki. "And god or not you don't look like you weigh that much." His words were definitely a compliment and an observation at the same time. Clearly checking Loki out now as his eyes wandered down the man's body carefully. Loki chuckled, a low, melodious sound as Mobius kissed his knuckles. He let his gaze wander over Mobius with an unhurried appreciation, a smirk tugging at his lips as if cataloging every detail of the mortal before him. His fingers traced the edge of his own glass absentmindedly, but his attention remained entirely on Mobius. 

"Let me assure you, anyone who's underestimated you is a fool. You have an undeniable strength, Mobius, even if it's not the brute force of a warrior. It's in your cleverness, your resolve... and, dare I say, your charm." Taking a sip of the mead, Loki's expression shifted ever so slightly, a flicker of something wistful appearing as he continued. "Still, sipping on this reminds me of the finer things I've left behind in Asgard. Not just the mead, but the feel of fine Asgardian leathers, a cloak spun from the silks of Alfheim. It's strange, the things one misses when they're gone." His tone moved into a teasing lilt as he reached out, his fingers brushing over the lapel of Mobius' jacket, his touch light "Perhaps, after this wager, we'll find you something worthy of the company you keep, a fine Asgardian ensemble, maybe? It would suit you far better than any uniform."

"I'd be happy to wear something from Asgard. Though I assure you it would look much better on you. I don't doubt you'd find something that would suit me nicely. I mean look at me. This is the best I've looked in four hundred years." Mobius laughed. "Maybe we should visit Asgard when your brother is there. That way everyone's focus should be on him and you can show me around the city a bit?" He inquired with a smile as he watched Loki. "And I'd love to see you in your Asgardian attire myself. I fear it would be hard to take off." He grinned as he thought about stripping Loki out of his Asgardian armors, thinking of how difficult it could be but rewarding at the same time. This time, however, he didn't blush when he said such things. It seemed the mead already worked at loosening his tongue a bit. The mead had clearly emboldened him, and Loki found the change rather delightful. Leaning slightly closer, his voice dropped to a silky, playful tone. 

"You've been holding out on me, haven't you? All this charisma and boldness kept tucked away, only to emerge now. I rather like it." He sipped his mead leisurely, his gaze never leaving Mobius' face. At the mention of Asgard, Loki tilted his head thoughtfully "I suppose I could arrange a tour for you. My brother does tend to attract all the attention, and I've no doubt he'd revel in the distraction. Meanwhile, we'd slip away to explore the less… ceremonial corners of the city." He leaned back, his fingers drumming idly on the arm of his chair as he considered Mobius' suggestion further. The thought of returning to Asgard, even briefly, carried a weight of mixed emotions—but the idea of showing Mobius the beauty of his home stirred something warmer. "And as for seeing me in my Asgardian attire…" Loki's smirk deepened "While it may be hard to take off, I have faith in your resourcefulness, darling. You seem to rise to a challenge rather well."

"I do like challenges. And I think it would be fun to have to work for my prize." Mobius smiled, finishing his glass already. He barely recalled how many drinks he took. Thankfully, he was far from drunk, but maybe feeling a little more bold was a good way to describe him. He looked at Loki, taking in every emotion that seemed to swirl in his eyes. He leaned over, placing his fingers carefully against the man's cheek.

"I know the idea of Asgard may not sit well with you at first. But it's clear you miss home. Even if just a hair. At least if you take me with you, you have a distraction from the negative thoughts while being able to do something more fun. Whatever it is you decide to do while there I'll be right by your side, I promise." His words were gentle, and soft. A promise he didn't make lightly to Loki as he knew the weight Asgard surely held on the god's shoulders. "Thor can keep everyone away from you and busy on him. I'm sure he can make a scene or three. And we can explore those places you mentioned." Mobius gently rubbed Loki's cheek with his thumb, his other fingers tangling slightly in his hair. "I'll ensure your visit goes at least somewhat well for you. Okay?" He wanted Loki to have faith in him. Even if he didn't have faith in himself, he was sure he could help Loki feel comfortable at home again, one way or another. Loki's expression softened as Mobius spoke, his usual wit replaced by a quiet, reflective gaze. He didn't flinch from the hand at his cheek or the fingers tangled in his hair, instead, he leaned slightly into the touch, letting himself enjoy the tenderness Mobius offered. He refilled Mobius' glass and topped off his own, the golden mead flowing smoothly. 

"Your faith in me is… unexpectedly endearing," Loki said, his voice quieter now but still carrying its usual elegant cadence. He turned his head slightly, brushing his lips against Mobius' palm in a soft, fleeting gesture. "Perhaps I have missed home, though I'd never admit that in less… intimate company. But the Asgard I knew no longer exists. Still, I can show you its echoes, the places of beauty that remain untouched by destruction or time." He raised his glass, swirling the amber liquid inside as if considering his own words. The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a faint smirk. Loki lifted his glass to toast again, his green eyes glinting with a challenge.

"To Asgard, this time then. Or what remains of it. And to the mortal who dares promise to make it worthwhile for me. A bold claim, Mobius, but I find myself intrigued by the prospect." He clinked his glass lightly against Mobius', his smirk deepening as he took another sip. "Now, let's see if that boldness holds up after another drink. I do so enjoy testing your limits."

"I can handle another drink. Or two, maybe three?" Mobius clinked his glass with Loki's before taking a drink of it. "Gotta admit, this tastes far better than anything I've drank before. I half expected it to be like normal strong alcohol and burn going down the first time, but it didn't." He smiled as he made a random comment he meant to make earlier. "And just so you know, I can try to make anything worthwhile for you. Not sure how, but I'd try anything to see you smile the way you do. Even if only I ever get to see that smile…it's worth protecting." He gently moved his hand, though he didn't want to. Instead he placed it in his lap, now staring down at his own drink.  Mobius hoped he could be enough for Loki, that he could eventually show the god he didn't have to hide himself so much. But he knew that would take work and patience, and thankfully he had an abundance of patience and was good at working.

"You, Mobius, are either a fool or a very brave man to make such promises to a god," Loki said, his voice low, edged with amusement and something warmer beneath. His fingers brushed lightly against Mobius' free hand, resting it atop his lap again with care. "But perhaps that's why I find you so fascinating. Mortals often throw their words about recklessly, but you… you seem to mean every syllable. And for that, you already exceed most who have dared to stand beside me." He shifted slightly, his tone shifting into playful mischief. "Three drinks, you say? I wonder if you'll still be this charming after them, or if you'll be draped over my shoulder. Shall we find out? Or will you concede that I am, as always, far better at holding my liquor?" His hand slid away from Mobius', reaching for the bottle to pour them both another round, the glint in his eyes promising nothing short of trouble—and fun.

"Yes, the truth will be you're better at holding liquor than I. I shall not give up so easily. Besides, being draped over your shoulders sounds fun, and may give me a nice view." Mobius' smile was rather flirty as he spoke. He began to wonder just how many have stood by Loki as he was. How many partners had the god had? He shouldn't ask, he was sure the answer wouldn't be one he wished to truly know. Though he wasn't even sure if he had partners before Loki.

"Can't promise I'll be as charming either after three or more, guess we'll see. Never know. You may get your wish to know the things I've started thinking about since being with you before the bottle is empty." Mobius winked playfully, though he wasn't sure how he'd act. He never really drank enough to get drunk with Renslayer, after all they always had to be ready for work so he never got the chance to fully let go. This was going to be fun to experience, especially with Loki. He just hoped he wouldn't make a complete idiot out of himself.

"A nice view, you say? Careful, Mobius. Such words might tempt me to test that theory sooner rather than later," Loki teased, his voice a velvet purr. "As for your thoughts…" Loki's smile widened. "I find myself intrigued. If Asgardian mead can unlock such secrets, then it's only fair we press forward and uncover them, wouldn't you agree? After all, it is my sworn duty as your partner to ensure your comfort, entertainment… and perhaps, intoxication." Loki didn't typically like drinking to excess but with Mobius he wanted to, just to see what would happen. Mobius took another drink after Loki topped him off again. He smiled a bit, a slight shy nod.

"Maybe so. I'm sure my thoughts would amaze you. Considering how I normally act." Mobius thought about the sentence and suddenly his eyes lit up.  He looked at Loki, as if hearing something he had longed for, for far longer than he and Loki had met. "I…you…" he stumbled over his words and decided instead to take another drink and shut up. "I'll try that sentence again later ...not yet." he decided, a light blush across his cheeks as if what he was going to say may be embarrassing. Loki tilted his head, watching Mobius' reaction with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. He leaned back, swirling his own glass of mead lazily, the movement as smooth and calculated as everything the god did. 

"Take your time, Mobius. I'll be here when you're ready to amaze me," Loki said. With a graceful motion, Loki stood and moved toward the assortment of alcohol throughout the room. He examined the bottles, his fingers brushing lightly over each label. He shot a glance over his shoulder at Mobius, his smile shifting into something almost devilish. "You seem to be enjoying the mead, but maybe I can surprise you. A cocktail, perhaps?" After a moment of scanning the selection, Loki plucked a few bottles with practiced ease: a rich spirit, a bottle of Midgardian vermouth, and a short vial that shimmered faintly. He set them on a nearby surface, his movements precise and elegant as he began to mix the ingredients, conjuring ice and a cocktail shaker with a flick of his hand. 

"You see, Mobius," he said as he worked, his tone light and conversational, though laced with flirtation, "I'm not merely skilled at illusion and strategy. I also happen to make a rather exceptional drink. Consider this my way of ensuring you're… sufficiently relaxed to revisit that sentence you were about to say." Loki poured the finished cocktail into a crystal glass and returned to Mobius, offering it with a smile. "For you, my sweet."

Mobius watched Loki move, a bit confused where he was going. As he watched the man start to grab bottles and then began to mix them he watched in slight amazement. The sound of the shaking had his attention for a short time before quickly Loki stole his attention again. The tone of his voice, the drink being handed to him. He set his cup down and took the glass, admiring how pretty the crystal glass was first.

"You're trying to ensure you win our little wager on top of your desire to loosen my tongue, huh?" he teased a bit before looking at the liquid in the glass, swirling it slightly in excitement before taking a drink of it. It was delicious but definitely strong. He showed no hesitation in drinking what was offered, he trusted Loki completely. "What other talents do you have, sweet prince?" Mobius asked as he looked up at the god before him, taking a small breath to calm himself the best he could. But the alcohol was quickly catching up with him.

"Where to begin? Sorcery, silver-tongued persuasion, and now, it seems, the fine art of cocktail creation. The list goes on, but let's not spend the entire evening singing my praises—tempting as that is." He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. "The real question is: what about your talents? Surely, someone who can analyze entire timelines and read people as well as you do must have an extra skill or two up his sleeve. Tell me, Mobius… do you know how to make a drink worth serving a god?" Loki straightened, placing his glass down and folding his arms across his chest, his expression equal parts challenge and curiosity.  "If you do, consider this an opportunity to impress me further. If not…" he trailed off, his smile wicked and playful. "Well, I'll happily take your improvisation as a show of effort."

"My talents? Hm…I'm pretty boring. Typical things you'd expect from an agent. I'm good at all sorts of office work and maybe a bit of combat, though that needs work…a lot of work." Mobius chuckled a bit and took another drink of his cocktail, nearly finishing it as he thought about it. He smiled, standing up, and managing to not sway even a bit.

"You're in luck there. See, when me and Renslayer used to drink together that's a skill she taught me. Not sure if it'll live up to your standards, but I'm happy to try!" Mobius smiled brightly as he went over to the table. He picked a few bottles of his own, leaving them a mystery to Loki as he mixed them. His movements were careful and a bit clumsy and yet he seemed to know what he was doing for the most part. Yes, he knew that it may be nowhere near good enough for Loki, but he'd love to try. After mixing and shaking the drink he poured it in a glass he found, he was slightly clumsy as he did so but managed to not spill anything. He held the glass out to Loki, a bright smile on his face. It was meant to be strong but taste nice on the palette. Not harsh or bitter, but not overly sweet either. Whether or not he succeeded with what he had to work with, he wasn't sure. But he knew Loki would be honest with him. Loki accepted the glass with an arched brow, his lips curving into a small smirk as he examined the drink. The faint glimmer of the liquid inside, paired with Mobius' eager smile, made the moment surprisingly endearing. He swirled the drink gently before taking a sip, his expression contemplative as the flavors hit his tongue.

"Well now, Mobius…" Loki began, pausing as if weighing his verdict. "You may claim to be boring, but this—" he raised the glass slightly "is far from dull." Without further ado, Loki tilted his head back and downed the drink in one smooth motion, his Adam's apple bobbing faintly as he savored the bold yet balanced concoction. Setting the glass down with a soft clink, he fixed Mobius with a look that was both impressed and uncharacteristically delighted. "You've surprised me, Mobius." Loki's voice carried a rare softness. "I wasn't expecting something so… well-rounded. You might have even bested me in this arena." Then, to Mobius' likely shock, Loki giggled—a light, melodic sound. He leaned back, his demeanor loosening just slightly under the influence of the drink. "Clearly, you've been hiding this talent from me. I'll have another, if you're feeling generous." He extended the glass back toward Mobius, a teasing lilt in his tone.  "And perhaps, if I'm feeling particularly benevolent, I'll crown you the superior mixologist in this wager of ours. But you'll have to keep impressing me to earn it."

"Anything to make you smile. And maybe to hear that giggle again." Mobius made Loki another one, his smile bright as he took the title for the moment. He was slightly surprised that Loki admitted he had bested him. He never expected to hear such words. Once the drink was finished, he handed it off to Loki again. Smiling as he knelt down onto the floor and sat by Loki's feet. Slightly happy and calm at the moment.

"Oh, and for my earlier thought that I cut off. I was just a bit surprised and honestly ecstatic you called me your partner. I mean, I've been calling you mine in my head but I never expected to hear such words from you. It made me happier than words could truly express." Mobius finally finished his words from earlier, and the rest of his cocktail Loki made. "I never thought being called someone's partner could make my heart flutter so much." Mobius smiled as he stretched a bit, leaning back just enough to get an amazing view of Loki from the floor.

Loki watched as Mobius took a seat by his feet, his words catching Loki off guard in the most pleasant of ways. He sort of liked seeing him on the floor. Loki listened intently, savoring the sincerity in Mobius' voice, his smile softening as he took in everything the man had to say. The admission that he, too, had been calling Loki his partner in his thoughts made Loki's chest feel lighter in a way he wasn't accustomed to. 

"You've been mine from the start, Mobius," he murmured, moving to sit beside him on the floor, the closeness making the moment feel even more intimate, his knee touching Mobius'. He paused before continuing, his voice barely above a whisper. "I suppose we have been partners since we were tracking Sylvie down, haven't we? In many ways, our fates intertwined long before we even realized." He rested his back against the wall beside Mobius, looking over at him with an air of satisfaction, his eyes soft but intense.  "And I'm glad you're happy, Mobius. You've made me happier than I care to admit." Loki paused before his gaze roamed over Mobius' face once more. "But just so you know… I expect you to keep working for that title." Loki smirked, enjoying the moment of mutual acknowledgment, before taking another sip from the drink Mobius had made for him. He felt lighter than he had in a long while, both from the drink and the undeniable connection between them. Mobius smiled, shifting to sit in front of Loki.

"I'll work for that title as much as needed." Mobius swore, thinking for barely a second before moving the glass from Loki's grasp and stealing a kiss, a short and sweet one. He gave Loki back his glass with a smirk as he sat back onto his knees, looking at the god as he watched him seem to relax more. "I don't think I'm the only one feeling rather nice anymore, am I? Did I make the drink that well?" He asked with a surprised tone as he looked over Loki. Watching his expression, his body language and listening to every breath he took. He wondered who would win this wager in the end, though his money was still on Loki. He started to think he may have a chance after all. "I must agree. I think our fates were intertwined long before we knew each other. And I'm very happy it's you my fate is with. I don't think I'd so easily accept another." Loki smirked, eyes narrowing with playful interest as Mobius stole the kiss. He couldn't help but feel a little thrill from it, his heart quickening in a way he wouldn't readily admit to anyone else. He took the glass back, enjoying the subtle taste of the drink.

"You've certainly made the drink well enough. I daresay it's good enough to make me forget about the wager for a moment," Loki teased, taking another sip as he watched Mobius carefully. He could feel the warmth from the drink spreading through his chest, the alcohol loosening his tongue just a bit more. "As for how I'm feeling..." Loki leaned back slightly, eyes scanning Mobius with an air of approval. "I am indeed enjoying myself. You've got a knack for making people feel at ease... myself included." He took another sip, savoring the drink this time, and allowed himself a moment to appreciate the present. The alcohol seemed to help him relax in a way he hadn't realized he needed, but it was more than that. It was the feeling of being here with Mobius, the bond they shared growing stronger. "And I agree with you," Loki said quietly, his voice steady and confident as he met Mobius' gaze. "The fates have a way of pulling us into paths we never expect. But I have to say, I'm quite content with the way things have turned out for us. Even if it means we're at the Avenger's Tower." Loki glanced at the mead, noting there was still a third of it left. He was feeling a delightful buzz already, but he wasn't finished yet. He planned to enjoy every last drop of it with Mobius—maybe even push the limits of their wager. Mobius nodded, then followed Loki's gaze, noticing the bottle of mead still a third full. He then looked at Loki.

"We should probably finish that before delving into more drinks and opening more bottles, right?" Mobius questioned with a smirk that said he knew exactly what he was thinking and was agreeing with his thoughts. "Or would you rather I mix another drink, and I finish that one myself?" He offered, smiling a bit as he leaned back, though still sitting on his knees. He stared at Loki, waiting patiently for an answer, not minding what was chosen, he would make an attempt to finish the bottle despite not being sure he would survive the wager if he did so. He was at the moment completely captivated by Loki, looking over just how beautiful the man was, especially given how relaxed the god seemed to be. He could honestly get used to seeing his guard down like this. But Mobius would be a bit jealous if anyone else got to see this side of Loki. Finally, however, given how much he had to drink he looked at Loki, smiling. "You know, I've wondered what else your magic can do. In what ways could it be used during intimate moments...?" Mobius questioned, tilting his head. Loki picked up the bottle of mead, swirling it thoughtfully before pouring more into Mobius' glass. 

"Finish this first, my curious mortal, and then perhaps we'll explore the depths of your imagination, or mine." His voice was smooth. Loki leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping to something more intimate. "My magic," he began, "is capable of weaving illusions so convincing, they feel real. I could conjure sensations you've never felt, touches in places you wouldn't expect, and yet it would be as if they were as tangible as my hands." Loki's lips quirked into a devious smile as he held Mobius' gaze, his words unhurried.

"I could bind your body with invisible restraints, holding you in place while leaving every inch of you exposed to me. Or perhaps I could clone myself, imagine multiple versions of me, all devoted to ensuring you were entertained in the best ways." Loki leaned back slightly, taking a slow sip of his drink as if to punctuate the thought, his eyes never leaving Mobius'. "The possibilities, darling, are endless. All you'd have to do is ask." Loki smirked, leaning forward again to rest his chin in his hand, watching Mobius intently. 

Mobius regretted asking. Not because he didn't want the answer, or that he didn't like the answer. No, he regretted it because the answer turned him on. Made his face, ears, and even neck flush a deep crimson color and left his imagination running wild in so many different directions he couldn't catch the thoughts as they flew past. He resisted the urge to look away, to hide the redness and shy away back into the cave those questions came from in his mind. But he couldn't look away from Loki. Not when he looked at him in such a way. Hell, he forgot to breathe for a good minute. When he did breathe, it was a soft breath, a contradiction to the wildness in his mind. He blinked, taking a drink from his glass as he maintained eye contact. His eyes swirled with every dirty thought one could imagine, and maybe more. Silence stretched between them for a moment, words refusing to form as he just thought about all the possibilities. After a few silent minutes he spoke finally, his voice hushed, giving away the raging thoughts inside that were full of desire he couldn't hide.

"Sounds like more fun than it should. If ever you find yourself in the mood to explore, just know you have my full trust, and consent." Loki chuckled lowly, clearly reveling in Mobius' reaction. His eyes lingered on the way the man's cheeks flushed red, the breathlessness in his voice betraying his words. Loki raised his glass, finishing the last of the drink in one smooth motion before setting the empty glass down with a soft clink. 

"Your trust, darling, is a dangerous gift in hands like mine," Loki said, his tone teasing yet laced with genuine fondness. His lips curved into a sly grin as he pushed himself to his feet, a bit too quickly. The moment he moved, however, the effects of the drinks made themselves known. Loki swayed slightly, his balance faltering as he caught the wall to steady himself. He laughed at himself, a rich, unrestrained sound that was as rare as it was captivating.

"It seems," Loki mused, letting his dark hair down from its pinned back state with a quick motion, "that I may have underestimated the potency of Asgardian mead after all these years." Straightening himself, Loki cast a brief glance at Mobius. "Don't look at me like that. I'm perfectly fine." Still, there was a flicker of amusement in his emerald eyes as he took a slow step toward the wine racks. His fingers glided over the bottles, searching carefully. As Loki scanned the labels, his posture betrayed just how much the drinks had caught up with him. He leaned into the shelves for balance. After a moment, he selected a beautifully etched bottle of pink moscato, holding it up for Mobius to see. 

"A sweet wine. What do you think?" Mobius finished his glass with Loki, taking a breath to calm the rush of warmth coursing through his veins. He watched as Loki stumbled and swayed, a drunken grin spreading across his lips as he tried to stifle a laugh.

"Sweet sounds like a nice change. You sure you're okay? Can you handle more?" Mobius' question was sincere, though laced with amusement at Loki's condition. He would normally feel bad for being amused at something like this, but he didn't because he knew Loki would be just as amused if the shoe was on the other foot…thinking about shoes, Mobius looked at his, the desire to take them off clawing at his brain as he thought seriously about it as if it were life or death. He clumsily fiddled with the shoes as Loki was against the wine shelf. Deciding the shoes had to come off, somehow, but he couldn't think straight enough to figure out the laces, so he just tugged them off and looked at Loki. "If you're sure, bring it over. Though I'm not getting off this floor…I'm happy here." He warned playfully, in truth if he got up he'd be no better than Loki, maybe worse. And he wasn't ready to admit defeat. Loki arched a brow, his lips twitching in amusement as he watched Mobius wrestle with his shoes like they were some great adversary.

"You seem to be faring so well down there, I'd hate to interrupt your valiant battle with footwear," Loki teased. Gripping the moscato bottle, Loki returned with what he hoped was the elegance of someone perfectly sober. Yet his steps were just slightly too measured, a clear effort to mask the faint unsteadiness that betrayed him. Placing the bottle on the down with an exaggerated flourish, he smirked down at Mobius. "Not that drunk," he declared, gesturing to himself, "merely... enhanced." He crouched down slowly—perhaps too slowly—to meet Mobius on the floor, settling himself cross-legged. He uncorked the bottle with a quick twist and poured them each a glass, holding one out to Mobius.

"There. A sweet wine for a sweet man. But I'd like to note, dear Mobius, that I could stand quite fine, should I wish to." Leaning back on one hand, Loki sipped his wine, his gaze lingering on Mobius with a mixture of fondness and amusement. "And you? Are you sure you can handle more? Or do I need to carry you back to our quarters now and declare myself the victor?" His smirk widened, daring Mobius to rise to the challenge or admit defeat.

"I believe you." Mobius chuckled, clearly not believing Loki to be as sober as he claimed, but pretending to, to keep the gods' pride intact for the time being. He looked at Loki, taking the glass of the new drink and sniffing at it before taking a small sip of the drink, eyes lighting up at the new flavor.

"I'm not admitting defeat yet. I can handle a bit more, I'm sure. But the thought of you carrying me while you're unstable too seems entertaining in my head. Just don't drop me." Mobius teased, chuckling a bit at his words as he took another drink. If he were sober he'd start to worry about Tony finding them and coming in mad that they raided his drinks. But he wasn't, and he didn't care about anything outside of this room, not anymore at least. Loki gave a mock gasp of offense, his free hand coming to his chest in an exaggerated display of indignation. 

"Unstable? How dare you, Mobius. I could carry you through the Nine Realms without so much as a stumble," Loki said, "But since you're so concerned about me dropping you, I suppose I'll have to prove otherwise." He sipped his wine, savoring the sweetness, before setting the glass aside and leaning forward. He smiled a bit, taking the way Loki leaned forward as an invitation and giving him a small kiss on the cheek before settling down.

"Loki…I wish you knew how much you stole my heart and how quickly I have fallen…" Mobius sighed a bit as he leaned back, using his free hand to support himself as he closed his eyes and just let the moment sink in, taking another sip of his wine, humming softly to himself. "Sometimes I wish words came as easily to me as they seem to you…" he chuckled. "I'm convinced you could smooth talk yourself out of anything." Mobius opened his eyes and looked at Loki, blinking a few times before taking another drink. He was starting to feel a bit warm, but he held back the desire to take off the jacket of his outfit, was he even wearing a jacket? He couldn't remember. Loki's lips curled into a mischievous smile as Mobius kissed his cheek, the simple gesture making his chest feel warm, though he was quick to blame the wine for that. He sipped his drink, his laugh soft and lilting as Mobius spoke. 

"Falling for me was inevitable, darling," he teased, a faint giggle escaping as he leaned closer to Mobius. His balance was slightly off, but he managed to catch himself by planting a hand firmly on the floor. "And smooth talk my way out of anything? Oh, but that's not entirely true. I choose to talk my way into things just as often, wouldn't you agree?" He swirled his glass lazily in his other hand, though most of its contents had already disappeared. "You're quite good with words yourself, though. That line about wishing words came easier to you? Utter nonsense. You have a way of saying just the right thing to undo me completely." Loki tilted his head, another giggle surfacing. Mobius' eyes lit up at the giggle, a huge smile crossing his lips as he made eye contact with Loki.

"God, that giggle of yours is just adorable..." Mobius complimented as he finished his glass, sitting it down on the floor as he placed his hands on Loki's cheeks gently. "You have to be the most attractive man I've ever known. Not just physically, but in every way possible. I'm so happy to be yours." His words were kind, yet definitely held a hint of a flirtatious tone to them. He moved his hands from Loki's cheeks and slid them back through the man's black hair, his fingers combing gently through the strands as he slightly tugged on his hair, smiling a bit as he did so.

"You sure have talked your way into a lot of things. Me included." Mobius grinned as he shifted, leaning forward a bit to continue combing through his hair, enjoying the softness against his fingers as he tugged again to see the reactions he could gain. "Mine...." He whispered, barely loud enough to even be considered a whisper, maybe hard to hear given the state Loki was in. Loki's giggle bubbled up again at the compliment, his cheeks faintly flushing, again he'd be quick to attribute it to the wine. He leaned into Mobius' touch, his eyes half-lidded with affection. 

"Adorable? Me? You must be even drunker than I thought," Loki teased, his grin spreading wide. As Mobius tugged at his hair, Loki's breath hitched, a soft, almost involuntary sound escaping his lips. He shot Mobius a playful glare, though the amusement in his eyes betrayed any attempt at seriousness. Leaning closer, Loki tilted his head, his green eyes locking onto Mobius' with a bold intensity.

"Mine," Loki echoed. He brushed a hand along Mobius' jawline, his thumb grazing the corner of his mouth. "Though, if you're mine, I reserve the right to tease, to ruin you with a single glance, and to ensure you never tire of hearing my laugh again. Do we have an agreement?" He giggled again, softer this time, as he leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of Mobius' mouth, lingering just long enough to make his lover squirm. "I could listen to you call me yours all night."

"Only if you agree to the same terms." Mobius smiled, enjoying the kiss, even with the involuntary squirm he made. He wanted more kisses, more giggles and more touches. "I can't tease you the way you do me. Or ruin you with a glance, that's a skill strictly yours I think. But I'm not complaining. I'll find my own ways to do those things eventually." He spoke softly, smiling softly as he looked at Loki. "Hopefully, you'll never tire of me calling you mine...I'll say it as often as I'm allowed." He promised. Though a slight grin spread across his face. "I only say that because I'm sure there'll be times I'm unable to focus or speak much." This time Mobius let out a slight giggle of his own, clearly thinking dirty thoughts as he shifted to return that kiss to the corner of Loki's mouth, wanting to tease him a bit too unsure if it'll succeed or not. The thought of being called "mine" so freely, so genuinely, made Loki's chest tighten in an unfamiliar way. The playful edge in Mobius' tone only heightened the god's excitement, making him lean in closer, teasing his lips against Mobius' skin as he responded with a hushed chuckle. 

"Oh, you think so?" Loki whispered, his breath warm against Mobius' ear. Loki placed a gentle kiss on Mobius' lips, one that deepened when he felt the other man respond with a slight squirm. His fingers slid to the back of Mobius' neck, pulling him closer as their lips met again, this time more urgently. The thought of the man calling him 'mine' over and over again was intoxicating. His heart raced, and the more he kissed Mobius, the more he couldn't imagine stopping.

"I can never get enough of you, Mobius." Loki breathed out, lips still brushing against Mobius' as he pulled away just enough to whisper. Blushing, he kissed Mobius again, this time slower, savoring the sweetness of the kiss, enjoying their closeness. Mobius couldn't pull away, he didn't want to. He had been wanting to kiss Loki like this all day…night? He didn't know what time it was, nor did he care. He returned the hold, sliding one hand behind Loki's neck as he pulled him closer, his other hand still tangled uselessly in the gods hair as he melted into every touch and kiss. His eyes half closed now as he pulled away to catch his breath. Enjoying the sight of the blush across Loki's face. That got him going even more.

"Gods you're beautiful…" Mobius whispered, his breathing already uneven as he took a moment to admire the man he was kissing. Without too much time passing, he dove into another kiss, mimicking the sweetness of the last one as his body shifted slightly closer, wanting to feel more of Loki against him. He had to agree, he could never get enough of this feeling. The feeling of being wanted by someone, particularly Loki. The feeling of being so close to him, of his lips against his. It all stole his breath away, left his heart racing, left the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. And he loved every single second of it. 

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"Gods, you're beautiful..." Mobius whispered, his breathing already uneven as he took a moment to admire the man he was kissing. Without too much time passing, he dove into another kiss, mimicking the sweetness of the last one as his body shifted slightly closer, wanting to feel more of Loki against him. He had to agree, he could never get enough of this feeling. The feeling of being wanted by someone, particularly Loki. The feeling of being so close to him, of his lips against his. It all stole his breath away, left his heart racing, left the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. And he loved every single second of it.

The blush on his cheeks deepened as Mobius leaned in for another kiss, and Loki eagerly met him halfway, his lips parting. This kiss was slower, as though Loki intended to memorize every second of it. He pressed forward, his body leaning against Mobius', and a smile formed against his lips. When they finally broke apart again, Loki rested his forehead against Mobius', his hands sliding up to cradle the mortal's face. He gazed at him with a look so full of adoration that it was almost disarming, the usually cunning god now entirely unguarded. 

"You'll be the ruin of me, Mobius. And I'd let you ruin me a thousand times over." Loki traced a thumb along Mobius' cheek, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. "But I'll warn you now, if we don't finish the wine soon, it may end up forgotten entirely. And we can't have that, can we?"

"No, we can't. But it's hard to focus on the wine when I have such sweet company to capture my attention," Mobius mumbled, nuzzling into Loki's hands a bit as he hummed softly. "And I have to agree with you. I'd let you ruin me the same way. I mean, you have once or twice already, and it was very enjoyable. But you know what I mean." He said in a shy tone as he kissed the palms of both Loki's hands. The shine in his eyes was thanks to both the alcohol and the fact he was completely relaxed with Loki. "But you're right…we should finish the wine. Letting it go to waste wouldn't be very nice of us." Mobius smiled, deciding to be a bit mischievous and nipping at Loki's hand, looking at him innocently as if he didn't just do that. Loki raised an eyebrow at the playful nip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

"Oh, so that's how it is, is it?" Loki purred. He lingered a moment longer, brushing his fingers over Mobius' cheek once more before pulling his hands away. "If you're trying to test my patience, darling, you might succeed. But first, the wine." He turned his attention to the nearly empty bottle, picking it up carefully as though it were a prized treasure. Loki poured the last of its contents evenly into their glasses before setting it alongside the empty bottle of mead. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving Mobius. Loki leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed but his gaze as intent as ever. 

"You know, you're becoming more of a mischiefmaker than I gave you credit for. That little bite. Almost like you're daring me to do something about it," Loki's smirk returned and he tilted his head, the dim light catching the angles of his face. "Should I, Mobius? Or would you prefer I let you have your fun?" He set his glass down, leaning forward just enough to close the distance between them, his lips hovering near Mobius' ear as he whispered, "Decisions, decisions..." Mobius had managed to steal a drink of his wine before Loki had leaned closer. His breath caught in his throat as he bit his lip a bit, thinking about the question carefully and weighing options.

"If you wish to do something, do it. But if you get any closer, I'll give you a reason to do something," Mobius warned, his tone holding a teasing challenge as he took that moment to take a deep breath, inhaling the scent that clung to Loki. One that both calmed him yet ignited a flame inside him that he couldn't begin to put out. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to attempt some sort of rational thought but it failed, nothing rational came to his mind. "As for my mischief streak, well, I've been learning from the best." He mumbled, his voice light and nearly silent as he let himself start to relax more into the moment. But if Loki didn't heed Mobius' warning, he was more than ready to give him that reason he promised to give. Loki didn't pull back—instead, he shifted closer, the movement slow, closing the remaining space between them with maddening intent.

"Oh, you've been learning from the best, have you? Then show me what you've learned, darling," Loki murmured. He placed his glass down carefully, this moment required his full, undivided attention. His hand rested lightly against Mobius' knee, his thumb brushing slow circles over the fabric there. His other hand rose to trail his fingers along Mobius' jaw, guiding his face just slightly upward. Loki's grin remained, softening only by a fraction, but his eyes burned with desire. "You've warned me, Mobius, and yet here I am. So… make good on your promise," His tone was light, teasing, but it carried a challenge of its own, daring Mobius to rise to the occasion. Loki tilted his head slightly, his lips lingering close enough to brush Mobius' ear as he added, "And don't keep me waiting too long, or I might start to think you're bluffing..."

"Wasn't a bluff," Mobius didn't make Loki wait for long, he acted instantly. He shifted slightly, moving closer to Loki's neck. "I warned you Loki." He softly spoke before opening his mouth and sinking his teeth into Loki's neck hard enough to sting but not hard enough to leave indentions. His hand moved to Loki's back, pulling him against himself closer, ensuring the man didn't pull away too quickly so he could enjoy his reaction. His blue eyes shined with the same mischief that Loki often showed. He didn't hold back his desires anymore, more like he couldn't. He was far too affected by the alcohol to care what the consequences may end up being. All he could think about was the moment he was in here and now, and how he was feeling during it. He didn't even give thought to regretting his actions later. Not yet at least. Loki's breath caught as Mobius' teeth sank into his neck, a jolt of heat coursing through him that left him momentarily stunned. The pull of Mobius' hand against his back kept him rooted close, and any semblance of resistance melted away as the god surrendered to the moment. 

"Well, well," Loki managed, his voice a little uneven, the usual control slipping away. "You're full of surprises tonight, aren't you?" Loki's hands moved instinctively, one threading into Mobius' hair and the other gripping his waist with an urgency that surprised even him. Before he could stop himself, Loki leaned in and captured Mobius' lips in a kiss, hungry, heated, and rougher than he'd intended. There was no pretense of teasing now, only emotion tangled with the haze of the alcohol. The kiss deepened, Loki pulling Mobius even closer as if he were afraid to let go. When he finally broke away, his lips hovered just inches from Mobius', their breaths mingling as his green eyes searched Mobius' face.

"I can't seem to get enough of you," Loki said, his voice a ragged whisper. Mobius hadn't expected the kiss, but it was overly welcomed and without any hesitation he held Loki closer. The feeling of Loki's hand on his waist sent a shiver up his spine that he couldn't fight back. When they finally separated, Mobius' breathing was already harsh, looking into Loki's eyes intently as the haze of the alcohol only seemed to grow much stronger all of a sudden. He smiled, a small hum heard as he pressed his forehead against Loki's.

"The feeling is mutual…I don't think I'll ever get enough of you…" Mobius muttered, his words a bit slow and focused so he made sure they were said right, more to ensure the feeling behind them was able to be read. He smiled, running his fingers through Loki's hair as he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring every second they were pressed so close together. He matched Loki's grip, his hand on the man's back. He was afraid of letting him go as well, afraid for this moment to end. Afraid he'd wake up and all of this was a fever dream of some kind from his injuries Loki patched up in the TVA. If he woke back up there in his own bed, he'd curse every god that ever breathed, even Loki because he was the main focus of the dream. But right here, right now, he was happy and content, and felt safe. And he'd like it to stay that way as his grip tightened more on the clothing covering Loki's back.

Loki's grip softened, his fingers lightly brushing against Mobius' waist as the intensity of the moment ebbed into something quieter but no less powerful. As Mobius leaned into him, Loki felt it again, that strange, alien ache in his chest. It wasn't unpleasant, but it unsettled him. It burned brighter the longer Mobius held him like this. He let out a slow, shaky breath, his emerald gaze fixed on the man before him. Mobius' words, so genuine and raw, only deepened the ache. It struck Loki suddenly, like a spark of flame catching. He understood what it was now. It was trust, devotion. Love. Not the fleeting, conditional kind he had known in the past, but something unyielding and simultaneously terrifying.

"Mobius…" Loki's voice was quieter than usual, the playfulness gone, replaced with a tenderness he rarely let show. He cupped Mobius' face in both hands, his thumbs brushing over his cheeks, memorizing the way he looked in this moment, the flush of his skin, the heat in his eyes, the smile that sent Loki's mind reeling.

"You…" Loki began again, he opened his eyes, looking into Mobius' with a vulnerability he didn't even know he possessed. His thumb traced absent patterns across the other man's skin as he finally let himself admit what had been clawing at him. "You've done something to me." Loki murmured, his words lined with awe. Mobius was suddenly worried. The unknown look in the man's eyes gripped his heart and made it pound in his chest. The way Loki's breath seemed shaky. It was all concerning.

"Have I? Is it something bad?" Mobius asked, clearly worried but content to be in the man's hands again. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing him a second or three to just enjoy Loki's hands against his cheeks. His eyes opened again, meeting Loki's as he then recognized the look in his eyes, the sudden vulnerability there and he grew more concerned. He worried he had done something wrong, or that he had hurt Loki. "Talk to me Loki. Are you okay?" He asked, the hand at Loki's head continuing to comb through his hair while his other hand released Loki's clothing and began rubbing gently up and down the god's back. If he had hurt Loki he'd make it right somehow, he just needed to know what was wrong and how he could fix it. Loki's breath was still uneven as he held Mobius' gaze. The apprehension in those cerulean eyes, the genuine care shining through, it was almost too much.

"I'm…" Loki hesitated, the word catching in his throat. Was he okay? He didn't know. This wasn't a feeling he'd ever named, not in all his centuries of existence. But it wasn't bad, and he didn't want to fix it. Quite the opposite. "I'm fine, Mobius," he said finally, though his voice was softer than usual, the usual confidence tempered by something far more fragile. "I just…" He exhaled, almost laughing at himself, though the sound was devoid of mockery. It was nervous, unsure. Loki dropped his forehead back against Mobius'. For once, words didn't come easily to him. He closed his eyes, letting himself savor the comfort and safety of Mobius' presence before finally speaking again. "I think I love you."

Mobius' eyes went wide at the words that left Loki's lips. He stayed silent for a moment, letting himself focus on the words he was sure he heard. He'd not ask him to say them again, he heard him, every single word as he spoke. But it wasn't just words, it was the feeling that seemed to be behind them, the aura surrounding them, the way Loki seemed so nervous all of a sudden and the raw emotion he let shine through. He didn't care if this was a drunken confession, he'd savor this moment, cherish it for the rest of his existence, tuck it away in the file of his mind with all the other moments he'd always wish to remember. He smiled, taking a slight breath that came out as a slight shudder of emotion that threatened to tear through the drunken haze. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, and he fought them. He couldn't cry; he didn't want Loki to think he had said something wrong. But he couldn't help it, he didn't know how to handle the confession. He shifted, moving his hand from his hair to around Loki's back. His hands gently gripped on to Loki's jacket again as he looked up at him.

"Loki...I love you too," Mobius finally spoke, wrapping his arms tightly around Loki as he embraced him tightly, wanting to give him comfort against the unsure look in his eyes. "More than words will ever express." He whispered, leaning up and placing a soft kiss to the gods lips. One that showed he was there, that would let Loki feel the emotions he had for him without being overbearing.

Loki's heart nearly stopped when Mobius spoke, his breath catching in his throat. He was overwhelmed, both by the confession and Mobius' arms around him. Every part of him wanted to freeze this moment, to never let it go. He had been careful with his heart for so long, keeping it locked away and buried, but Mobius had come along and shattered that barrier with such ease. The words 'I love you too' fell from Mobius' lips like a balm to a wound Loki didn't know he had, and Loki's face relaxed with both relief and affection. It was as if everything that had been left unsaid between them had suddenly been brought forward, and he could finally breathe again. The uncertainty, the ache that had gnawed at him, vanished in an instant.

He let himself fall into the kiss that Mobius offered, the sweetness of it grounding him, and yet lifting him all at once. Loki had never been good at surrendering to such emotions, but with Mobius, it felt natural. He didn't have to hide. He didn't have to be anyone but the person he was in that moment, vulnerable, open, and completely himself. When they pulled apart, Loki smiled.

"You've stolen my heart, Mobius," he whispered, his voice steady now, though thick with emotion. "I have never been more certain of anything in my life." He kissed Mobius again, this time with more passion, a promise in that kiss that no matter what happened, they were in this together. Loki pulled him impossibly closer, his hands sliding through Mobius' hair.

Mobius' head spun, as he held Loki firmly now, his grip returning as he allowed everything to play out as smoothly as it had started. He was still unsure if these were drunken words or if Loki meant everything. But he didn't care, he wanted to savor this and he hoped Loki would too. He finally pulled away from the kiss, catching his breath as he remained very close to Loki's lips.

"I hope you'll never tire of hearing me say I love you…" Mobius whispered softly between breaths before diving back in and kissing Loki again. He wasn't about to let this moment end soon, he wasn't going to ever let Loki forget this moment if he could help it. Loki was helpless against the tide of emotions that crashed over him. The intensity of Mobius' love, his whispered words, the way he surrendered to Loki's touch—it all flooded the god in a way he hadn't anticipated. He felt incredibly vulnerable yet safe in a way that was completely foreign to him. Mobius had broken through every wall he had painstakingly built, and Loki found himself leaning into the feeling, letting it consume him.

The kiss grew deeper, more desperate, and Loki's fingers pulled Mobius' hair. He felt like he was falling, no, flying, every nerve in his body alive and humming with something he could only describe as pure, unfiltered happiness. But as the emotions intensified, so did the power bubbling just beneath his skin. Loki's magic, so often controlled with precision and grace, began to unravel. A faint shimmer of green light danced around his hands, spilling outward in tendrils that pulsed with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Objects around the room trembled faintly, some lifting off the floor as if weightless, responding to the swirl of magic that had no place to go. Loki barely noticed, too focused on the feel of Mobius against him, the way their lips moved together in perfect harmony. It wasn't until a wine bottle nearby shattered with a loud crack against the floor as it fell that he finally pulled back, his breath ragged and his eyes wide with a mixture of exhilaration and alarm.

"Mobius," Loki breathed, his voice shaky, his pupils blown wide. He glanced down at his hands, the green light still pulsing faintly around them, and a breathy laugh escaped him. He let his hands rest gently on Mobius' chest, wanting to feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Loki closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to calm the storm inside. The magic flickered brightly once, then slowly faded, the objects around them settling back into place. When he opened his eyes again, they were brighter, his expression a mix of excitement and amusement.

"That's never happened before," Loki smiled, "It seems I truly cannot control myself around you." Mobius could feel the faint hum of Loki's magic against his skin, and yet he didn't think to be concerned by it. If anything, he was entranced by it, weak to the intensity of the kiss and the feeling of magic against him. He'd give this man everything he wanted with no question, he'd just need to ask. The sudden sound of the bottle falling startled the man, making his heart race. Mobius blinked a few times, before looking up at Loki with wide eyes, a grin appearing quickly on his face.

"Never happened before huh?" Mobius questioned before shifting, moving swiftly enough that he was able to roll them over, now on top of Loki and grinning down at him. "Wonder if it can happen again?" The look dancing in his blue eyes was one of adoration, love and a desire to see Loki unravel again. A thrilling sense of desire that wasn't just sexual but curious and tempting. He didn't hesitate, didn't think or give time for doubt. He kissed him again, just as passionately as before, the emotions poured into every second of this kiss was as strong as Loki's magic. His hands moved from Loki's back to his chest, gently holding him to the floor but not putting his full weight behind it, so if Loki wished to get away he could. Mobius didn't care if Loki lost control, didn't care about the consequences. He wanted the man to feel safe and happy, to be free of the barriers that he had to keep up. To be free of the shackles put on him by others over the years. And if Mobius could, he'd strip that all away so all that was left was Loki himself. With those thoughts in mind, Mobius' grip on Loki's shirt tightened, his breathing harsh and uneven as he so desperately made out with this god of mischief that held every inch of his heart and soul. 

Loki had no time to process the sudden shift before he found himself on his back, Mobius pinning him with a confidence that sent another surge of electric heat through him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath stolen not just by the movement but by the look in Mobius' eyes, one of unwavering devotion, need, and adoration. It was intoxicating in a way no amount of mead could ever be. When Mobius kissed him again, Loki couldn't hold anything back. His lips parted willingly, eagerly, meeting Mobius' with a fervor that bordered on desperation. The kiss was messy, uncoordinated, and entirely unrestrained. His magic, however, told a different story.

A fresh wave of green light pulsed outward from him, the energy spilling over and crackling in the air. It wasn't destructive this time, but wild and untamed, the kind of magic that made the hairs on one's arms stand on end. Around them, the room seemed to come to life, lights flickering, shadows deepening. Loki moaned softly against Mobius' lips, the sound muffled. His composure, the carefully crafted façade of control he wore so effortlessly, was entirely gone. He didn't care how he looked or sounded; all he could focus on was Mobius.

"You're dangerous," Loki muttered, his voice husky and barely coherent as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss again. "Do you know what you're doing to me?"

"I didn't at first. But I do now. And unless you stop me, I don't plan to stop." Mobius warned, his breathing frantic as he felt the magic across his skin. He liked the feeling, the tingle it sent though every nerve and the way it made every inch of his body come completely to life.

"Loki, I love you," he whispered against his lips, kissing against his cheeks, between his eyes and on both corners of his mouth. The racing in his heart wasn't going away. Mobius wanted to hear that sound from Loki again. That moan that sounded so desperate for him. He shifted his hands again, moving one hand to the floor by Loki's neck while his other hand began to run through his hair again. "I love you." Mobius whispered again before diving into another messy, uncoordinated kiss, a mix of tongue and teeth that had his heart racing faster.

For once, Loki didn't try to mask what he felt. When Mobius' lips returned to his, filled with so much longing it made his head spin, Loki let out a low moan from deep in his chest. His hands tightened on Mobius' waist as he pressed his hips upward against him. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his body arching as his magic flared wildly. Green tendrils of energy spiraled out of control, swirling around them like an unruly storm. The furniture in the room shifted, some pieces lifting a foot off the ground before gently clattering back, bottles on the shelves clinking. Loki's face was flushed, his lips parted as he gasped against Mobius' mouth, chasing his breath but unwilling to stop yet.

"Mobius..." Loki's voice was unsteady but affectionate. He buried his face in Mobius' neck for a moment, biting down gently against the sensitive skin there, his breath hot. "You're going to ruin me, aren't you?" His hips moved again, seeking more of that delicious friction as he shivered under Mobius' touch. He felt like he was drowning in him, his words, his fondness, and he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Mobius responded with his own moan. His mind went blank as he let instinct start to take over. He felt almost dizzy as every moment made him feel like nothing else around them existed. He shivered a bit at the friction, a small gasp of his own went into the kiss as he whined at the feeling. Mobius looked down at Loki, his entire body now hot in the fitted suit. He took a moment to examine the man, admiring how unstable he looked, how messy his breathing was. He smiled, a seductive expression on his face.

"Maybe I plan to." Was his only response to Loki's question of ruining him. It was the only answer needed. Loki's grip on Mobius' waist tightened, his fingers digging in just enough to leave an impression as he matched the seductive look Mobius wore. The way Mobius moaned, the dazed glaze in his eyes, and that devilish smile, it all set Loki ablaze. He drank in the sight of his lover, the heat between them palpable and all-consuming.

"Oh, you're cruel," Loki murmured, though his body betrayed his words by arching up into Mobius, seeking more of that closeness. His hips rolled deliberately, pressing against him again as a shaky laugh escaped his lips. "But then..." his eyes glowed faintly with his magic as it flared in response, holding Mobius tighter against him like an invisible rope was wrapped around them both. "Perhaps cruelty is exactly what I deserve." His hands slid up Mobius' back, fingers tracing the contours of his shoulders before pulling him closer as Loki's lips found his neck. He bit down, following it with a slow, open-mouthed kiss that left a mark before pulling back just enough to meet Mobius' gaze.

"Ruin me then, Mobius," Loki whispered, his tone a mix of challenge and invitation. His lips quirked into a smirk, his breath brushing against Mobius' cheek. "If you can." There was a challenge in his words, but the surrender was already in his eyes. Mobius moaned out again, a sound that trembled with the magic surrounding them as Loki bit him. The feeling alone shot pleasure down his spine. 

"That is a challenge I think I've already won," Mobius teased with a grin. "But, I'm happy to continue ruining you." He shifted just enough to bury his face in Loki's neck, inhaling deeply and letting his scent wash over his senses. He hummed calmly, his hands now shifting from their spots to Loki's waist, finding their way underneath his shirt and trailing up just enough to grip onto his skin, his thumbs pressing firmly into his stomach with an eager hold. He smiled before suddenly biting deeply into the skin of Loki's pulse point, intending to leave a mark there as he made sure Loki would feel every tooth that bit into his skin. He hissed at the sudden bite, body stiffening, then slowly melted against Mobius'. He panted quietly, legs parting slightly to make more room for Mobius. Loki's thoughts raced so quickly in his mind it was nearly dizzying. He tilted his head to the side, giving Mobius better access as a soft whimper fell from his lips. Loki's hands came up to grasp at Mobius' shoulders, his nails digging into the clothing as he tried to anchor himself. His legs trembled, and he could feel a growing heat spreading through his belly. He let out a shaky breath, his voice coming out as a needy whisper. 

"More... give me more, Mobius," Loki panted, his eyes fluttering closed as he arched into the other man's touch. "Mark me, ruin me... I'm yours." His hips bucked up involuntarily. Green, gold, and purple sparks danced around Loki's hands as one of the crystal glasses Loki had conjured earlier shattered unexpectedly as his magic continued going haywire at the touch. "Please..."

"Keep sounding like that and I'm not so sure I could resist." Mobius mumbled, licking across the bite mark before trailing his hands up Loki's body more, lifting his shirt as his hands trailed up. His fingers brushed against his ribs now, moving his shirt more, kissing his neck once more before shifting down and kissing against the man's heart, feeling the way it beat against his lips. That was a feeling he liked. He couldn't leave Loki too touch starved. One hand left his ribs to teasingly trailing down his torso and stopping just at the belt line. A smile of enjoyment on his lips as he kissed over his heart again. Loki let out a shaky whimper again, quivering under Mobius' teasing touch. Loki's magic gyrated, mirroring his heightened arousal and tipsy state. He could feel his own magic buzzing under his skin, heightened by all the wine and mead.

"Mmph..." Loki arched slightly as Mobius' lips trailed down his chest. He spread his legs more without thinking, whining quietly. "Mobius...touch...St-stop teasing..." Loki's usual sharp wit was replaced with sweet submission. The more Mobius touched him, the more vibrant his magic became. Mobius couldn't help but enjoy the way Loki submitted. It was intoxicating, and made him feel powerful, but he knew not to push too terribly far. He smiled, leaning down and flicking his tongue across Loki's now exposed nipple. He was enjoying this way more than he felt he should be. His fingers worked carefully, shifting his hand down before starting to very softly rub against Loki's groin, wanting to hear his sounds, wanting to watch him unravel and lose more control.

"Tell me what you desire, Loki. Everything." Mobius encouraged, kissing against his skin before gently biting into the space between his pecs. He knew how and where to touch well enough now that he knew how to drive Loki crazy.

"Mmm, everything..." Loki spread his legs wider without being told, his magic rippling around him like smoke. He whined softly as Mobius rubbed him through his pants, his hips bucking slightly for any means of more friction. "Touch... lower..." Loki bit his lip, trying not to moan too loudly. His voice dropped lower, needier. "Touch me properly..."

"Your pants are rather tight, Loki," Mobius teased a bit, smiling as he began touching him with more force, making sure to massage at just the angle for his hand to slide up and down his crotch fully. He kept his touch firm, his eyes focused solely on Loki as he kissed the bite mark he had just left. Mobius debated the idea of moving this to their room, but he didn't want to stop, afraid that if he did he'd lose this chance at submission from his sweet god. He moved across Loki's chest again, trailing kisses before licking across his nipple once more. The feel of magic around him made him shiver with anticipation of watching how much more wild it could grow.

"Mobius..." Loki whined, magic crackling in the air around them like static electricity. He was dizzy from how quickly more blood rushed south, his pants far too tight and restrictive now. He could feel the seam of his pants rubbing against him in the most torturous way. "Off," Loki panted, lifting his hips slightly. "Too tight. Off." He threw his head back as Mobius' lips were on him again, his head smacking against the floor and a delightful zing going up his spine. He was painfully hard, brain foggy from lust and alcohol.

"Okay, okay. You don't have to ask me twice." Mobius wasted no time finding out how to get his pants undone and began working them down his hips and thighs just enough to get where he wanted to. He then pressed his hand against the skin of Loki's stomach. He smiled, feeling overly excited as his hand slid into the waistband of Loki's boxers and began to tease his tuft of hair at first. Then slid his hand down further until he was able to feel his very erect member.

"Like this?" Mobius asked in a teasing way as he began to rub him, up and down slowly before wrapping his hand around his length and stroking him firmly to intensify the feeling. "Loki, please, don't hold back, okay? Let me hear every sound you make, every word you want to speak." Mobius' words weren't commanding, more of a request for Loki to let go further into his touch. Loki was desperate for more, his body tensing as he tried to pull his legs free from his pants to wrap around Mobius'. He panted heavily, his moans growing louder the instant he was told not to hold back. His lover's touch was heaven, hand wrapped tightly around him, pumping slowly. He let out a whiny noise when Mobius pulled back to adjust his grip. He wanted to maintain his dignity, but every stroke was pure torture.

"Mobius... fuck..." Loki breathed out harshly, his fingers clawing into the material of Mobius' shirt. He was reduced to whiny pleas. He wanted Mobius so badly, needed him. "More... h-harder... stop teasing..." Mobius noticed the way Loki struggled with the pants where they were, so he removed his hand from his length, grinning a little as he knew it would frustrate Loki. He worked his pants off fully, after fighting with the stupid shoes.

"There we go, finally free." Mobius purred softly as he moved back into place, his hand going back to stroking him better now, no longer teasing. He wanted Loki to plead for more, the power it gave him was electrifying and left his heart racing and aching in all the right ways. "Love you, Loki." He whispered before leaning up, shifting himself just enough to be able to reach his rib cage, where he placed another bite. Not a hard one, as he didn't want to hurt him in a sensitive area, but he wanted to mark him since he knew Loki loved being marked so much. Loki gasped as Mobius did, a shudder of pleasure running through his body. 

"Gods, Mobius..." he whispered, arching into the touch. "I love you more... Mark me again..." He begged, looking at Mobius with pleading eyes, "Bite my neck... my thigh...everywhere."

"See, that's what I want to hear. I want you to tell me what you want. I'll not ever deny you, Loki." Mobius promised, moving lower between his legs. He licked up the man's right thigh, gently at first, teasing his senses first before biting into the soft sensitive flesh. This bite was harder and definitely left indentations, if Mobius had bitten a smidge harder, he may have even managed to break the skin. Meanwhile, his hand continued to jerk Loki off, making sure every single stroke would affect the god as much as possible. He loved hearing Loki say he loved him, it only heightened his determination to pull the man apart piece by piece. Loki hissed at the sudden mix of pleasure and pain, his hips bucking up into Mobius' purposeful strokes. The bite, gods that bite, it was everything Loki loved and needed from him. His breath caught in his throat as he slid a hand through Mobius' hair, holding him in place. 

"Mobius, y-you're perfect..." Loki ground out, his eyes fluttering shut as he bit his lip, head falling against the floor again with a thud. Mobius smiled proudly at the praise. He licked against the bite a few times, kissing it before shifting himself again, glancing up at Loki and moving to the other thigh. He didn't give any warning, not a single second for the god to even think to expect it or prepare for it. He bit into that side with the same amount of force, leaving the same deep indentions, nearly breaking the skin as he bit. He thought about doing it to see what Loki would do, but didn't want to push him too far or hurt him in a way he wouldn't like. He gave that one the same treatment, small licks and kisses to soothe the sting before he focused on Loki, smiling as his head thudded against the floor. The sudden, unprepared-for bite made him cry out. Loki's chest heaved, his pupils dilated with desire. The twin bites on his thighs sent shivers of pleasure-pain through his entire body.

"Where next, sweet god? Or would you rather my mouth go elsewhere?" Mobius tempted him, giving him the option of his next move. He wanted Loki to know he could ask, could still command him even while he was beneath Mobius and squirming in desperation.

"Everywhere, all over me, Mobius... I want your marks all over my skin," he rasped out. His hands moved from Mobius' hair to his shoulders.  "Less talking…more biting…"

"As you wish." That was all he needed to hear, for now at least. He began to leave bite marks everywhere. Starting with his wrist, grabbed a hold of one for a moment, sinking his teeth into the bottom part of his wrist as he nuzzled his cheek against the palm of his hand. The bite was gentle and soft to tease him, but also to make sure that he didn't cause any damage to such a vital part of the body. Mobius replaced Loki's hand on his shoulders, letting him dig his nails into him as much as he desired. He moved then to his torso, where he bit into his left side, that one was a much harder bite, ensuring it left behind a mark. He repeated the bite on his right side, making sure they matched perfectly. This was thrilling, getting to mark his lover in such a way as he watched his magic swirl around them, leaving a greenish glow to his blue eyes. The next bite was directly on his stomach, starting with a teasing kiss and even a lick up his torso before biting into the skin. Each bite sent a thrill through Loki, unable to help the breathy moans that escaped his lips every time. His breathing was a bit calmer now, able to focus on pleasing Loki over his own growing desires. He sat up, moving his hands to his sides to brace himself. 

"Take the shirt off...it's in the way..." Mobius huffed, working on catching his breath as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His tone was still as kind as it always seemed, and it was more of a request than a command, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. Loki's hands immediately moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up impatiently. His mind momentarily went back to the times Mobius had shown him kindness, patience, understanding...his heart ached with how much he loved him.

"Gods, you're making me crazy…You're so beautiful…" Loki said breathlessly. The way Mobius' lips were shiny and spit slicked before he wiped the evidence away, it made him twitch and instantly a hundred scenarios popped into mind.

"Thank you," Mobius smiled brightly. Even in the middle of marking the god beneath him he still found a way to smile in such a carefree and kind manner. He moved himself on top of Loki again, the fabric of his clothing pressed against Loki's skin and their chests pressed together. "Good to know I'm achieving some goal tonight." Mobius teased before moving his hand to gently rub his thumb against Loki's cheek. He then leaned forward, stealing another passionate kiss that he had learned in Loki's state always seemed to affect him the most. Loki's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting eagerly as the kiss deepened, sending a shiver through his already heated body. When the kiss broke for a fleeting moment, he tipped his head just enough to gaze up at Mobius with half-lidded eyes, the glow of his magic reflecting faintly in them. 

"What goal are you working so hard to achieve, darling?" Loki's voice was low, sultry, and playful. He caught Mobius' hand that had been stroking his cheek, brushing his lips against the agent's knuckles before resting it on his own chest. "Winning our wager?" He pressed his hips upward again, searching for any relief. Another grin tugged at his lips, but it was softer now, almost shy despite the heat of the moment. "Tell me, Mobius. What is it you desire most right now?" He brushed a fleeting kiss across Mobius' lips before pulling back just enough to search his gaze, his breath mingling with Mobius' own. "Let me give it to you."

"I want you, Loki. That's all I want." His words were clear and intimate. He pressed another kiss to the gods lips, smiling at how he pressed his hips upwards seeking some kind of friction. "I want to touch you, and leave marks everywhere I can…I want to watch you let go of all you've hidden from others and be the reason you're not afraid of the aftereffects…" Mobius finished, kissing Loki again as he gently shifted his hand to Loki's hair, tugging it gently.

The god's cheeks flushed a deeper crimson, his hands tightening on Mobius' hips as he pulled him closer, desperate for more contact. A low, breathless laugh escaped his lips, almost a purr, as he broke the kiss for just a moment, his voice trembling with both desire and amusement. 

"Everything you just said… You don't realize how badly I want that too." His head fell back slightly, exposing the pale, elegant line of his neck, as Mobius tugged his hair. A faint, almost whimpering sound escaped him before he could stifle it, and his magic flared again. Loki's voice dropped into a husky murmur.

"Mark me, then, however you wish. I'll recover, but I'll never forget…" he tugged Mobius down for another kiss, this one feverish and messy, his free hand sliding under Mobius' shirt to claw lightly at his back. The god of mischief, usually so composed, so poised, was entirely at his mercy, and he didn't seem to care. "Take everything , Mobius." He whispered against his lips, his tone laced with both drunken fervor and unfiltered need.

"I know you won't forget. I won't let you." Mobius spoke softly, moving from the gods lips to kissing down his jawline. His breath was back to being a bit on the wild side. He then kissed down his neck, and to his shoulder, biting into his shoulder harder than he had bitten anywhere else so far. He'd ensure by the end of this Loki would know what it felt like to truly let go, and not be judged. Mobius' hands trailed all over Loki's body now, from his face to his neck, down his chest and ribs. Finally one hand returned between the gods legs and he began stroking his member, giving him the friction he seemed to be pleading so beautifully for. Loki gasped as Mobius' teeth sank into his shoulder, a bolt of pleasure mingled with the pain shooting through him.

"Sweet merciful gods..." Loki breathed, head falling back. Gods, the way Mobius touched him, claimed him, it was devastating...and exhilarating. Loki tangled his fingers desperately in Mobius' hair, tugging hard as he ground against his palm shamelessly. "Mobius, fuck..." Loki's breath caught in his throat, a low moan escaping his lips as Mobius' skilled fingers worked him over. Mobius' eyes shined with excitement at hearing the way his voice called his name. It made his own arousal grow desperately, an arousal he had ignored completely as he focused on Loki. He shifted, biting the other shoulder because he absolutely loved this. Though in his excitement he bit harder than intended, breaking through the skin on Loki's shoulder, the metallic taste immediately hitting his tongue. His eyes went wide and he quickly released his shoulder. The gods' blood painted Mobius' lips. He looked at the bite, a small amount of blood pooling inside of one of the tooth marks.

"I-I'm sorry!" Mobius apologized quickly, his head spinning fast with so many thoughts that it made him dizzy. He didn't mean to hurt Loki, and now he felt bad, he panicked, he had gone too far in his own mind and feared the gods wrath. "I didn't m-mean to!" Instead of getting angry or hurt, Loki found it unexpectedly charming. His wide eyes made his stomach flutter. 

"Shh," Loki hushed, watching Mobius panic. Loki reached up with trembling fingers, gently swiping away the blood on Mobius' lips. "You silly mortal," he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness. "Don't you dare apologize for that. Haven't I told you I enjoy being marked already?"

"You did. But you never said to bite until I drew blood…" Mobius mumbled, leaning into his touch, noticing how his fingers shook against his skin. He couldn't deny how beautiful Loki looked like this, the sight kept him aroused despite the fear that had briefly gripped him. But his words began calming that fear almost immediately. "If you'd rather I bite you that hard more, I can…I just don't wish to hurt you." 

"Mobius, my love," Loki purred, his voice all velvety as his thumb traced the edge of Mobius' jaw. "Do you think a god—your god—would crumble from a mere bite? Hmm?" He slanted his head to one side, the smile playing on his lips both teasing and adoring. He whispered, a slight growl in his voice. "You'd have to try much harder than that to hurt me. And I wouldn't mind if you did. Bite me as hard as you like. Mark me however you see fit. You could never do anything to me that I wouldn't want." His gaze dropped to Mobius' lips, the traces of his own blood still faintly visible, and he felt a surge of smugness in his chest. His hand slid to the back of Mobius' neck, pulling him down for a slow, lingering kiss. Loki smiled into it, the wine still coursing through his veins.

"Now," Loki murmured when they broke apart, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "are you going to keep apologizing, or are you going to do it again?"

"I can do it again," Mobius promised. He gently moved from Loki's touch, kissing him again for quick reassurance and confidence as he blushed a bit. "Thank you for reassuring me." he whispered as he moved to kiss across Loki's cheeks. "I love you, Loki."Mobius grinned a bit, sitting up and gently tugging Loki up with him. Once they were sitting up he shifted behind Loki and wrapped his arms around him from behind, one hand trailing up and down his stomach while his other hand rested against his hip. He smiled, kissing against his shoulder blades, leading towards what's to come. Loki wiggled his hips, feeling Mobius' warm embrace wrap around him from behind. He chuckled, arching his back to give the former agent better access to his shoulders and neck. He could feel his hot breath against his shoulder blades, the kisses trailing down his spine. 

"Mobius..." Loki whispered, he arched his back slightly, pressing into Mobius' touch as the hand trailed up and down his stomach. His own hand came up to cover Mobius', guiding it lower. "You have my permission." He could feel the other man's excitement pressing against his backside, making his own arousal grow. Mobius didn't hesitate this time, he bit into Loki's left shoulder blade hard enough to draw blood. It was incredibly arousing to have Loki so close, so submissive, so untamed. His hand willingly trailed down with Loki's guidance. Within barely seconds he wrapped his hand around Loki's cock and began stroking him from base to tip. This time his touch wasn't light and teasing. Loki's eyes rolled back as Mobius' strong hand wrapped around him, his hips bucking into the former agent's touch. Loki gasped as Mobius' teeth sank into his flesh, a new jolt of pleasure-pain zooming through him that nearly made him come on the spot. 

"Fuck, Mobius... just like that," Loki panted, pushing his hips forward into his firm grasp. His own hand came up to cover Mobius', guiding his strokes, encouraging him to be more aggressive. He could feel his release building at the base of his stomach, the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelming. "I love your touch, your bite... everything about you."

Mobius absolutely loved this. And he was absolutely going to make his lover come undone. He let Loki's hand guide him more, let him guide his strokes while he kept his grip firm. He moved between Loki's shoulder blades, nuzzling into the back of his neck before licking up from where his neck melted into his shoulders to just underneath his hairline. He did place a small teasing bite there, leaving a dark hickey there.

He then kissed his other shoulder blade before suddenly sinking his teeth into his skin again and ensuring it broke through the skin. It was starting to get easier to break the skin now that he knew how hard to bite. The taste of blood coated his tongue and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but he quickly started to love how it made Loki react. Loki's breath hitched at the new mark, the rush from it sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, making his knees weak. If he was standing he likely would've fallen over. 

"Gods above..." Loki panted, his hand tightening around Mobius', guiding him with increasing urgency. The pleasure building was becoming almost unbearable. His head fell back against Mobius' shoulder, his throat exposed. He could hardly get any words out, his mind inundated with nothing but Mobius. Loki's desire to chase his own pleasure was more of a turn on for Mobius than it should be. The way he continued to use and guide his hand made him want more.

"Feeling that good, huh? Good. Glad to know I can worship you the way you deserve." Mobius' tone was very teasing, a purr-like sound that definitely didn't sound like his normal shy self. He shifted forward, resting his chin on Loki's shoulder while the hand around his stomach pulled him closer against Mobius' body. He took that exposed throat as a challenge and bit again, breaking the skin and gliding his tongue through the blood that beaded up. Loki was close, so close to the edge, his release coiling tightly in his belly. His whole body tensed like a bow about to fire as he arched off Mobius' chest as he felt the hot, wet pull on his throat.

"Mobius...can't...stop or I'm go—" His words dissolved into a choked cry as his orgasm overwhelmed him, hitting him like a truck, his vision blurring and legs shaking. Thick ropes of come painted Mobius' fingers and the floor beneath them, his cock pulsing in Mobius' hand. His breath caught in his throat as he moaned his lover's name, feeling like his entire body was shaking with the force of his release. That made Mobius grin as he stroked him even through his orgasm. He enjoyed teasing him during the oversensitivity and watching Loki's every expression. He licked across the bloody bite he made most recently, then moved his hand from around Loki's dick up to his mouth and licked his fingers clean with no hesitation.

"Tell me, what do you desire now, my sweet god?" Mobius asked in a soft purr as his grip around Loki's midsection tightened and pulled him against him closer. Loki bonelessly melted against Mobius, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks. He was draped over Mobius like a satiated cat. He nuzzled into Mobius' chest, his voice muffled against his shirt. 

"More…" Loki mumbled, not sure exactly what he was asking for more of, he just needed more of Mobius. He inhaled Mobius' scent deeply, his mind foggy and content. "You... you're quite skilled with your hands, Mobius…" Loki commented as he turned slightly to look him in the eyes, his own smoldering despite his state. Mobius gently shifted Loki again so that he was facing him. Then pulling him towards himself and leaning back on the floor with Loki on top of him.

"Come here, darling," Mobius spoke softly, kissing the gods head and smoothed his fingers through his hair. "Are you okay?" He asked, running one of his fingers over the bloody bite mark on his shoulder blade. "If so, tell me what you want more of?" Mobius' voice shifted back from the seductive tone of moments ago to gentle and sweet. He seemed to be much better at this than one would think. At least while intoxicated, he did. Loki blinked slowly, coming back to reality as he realized he'd been lost in blissful oblivion atop Mobius. As Loki shifted to straddle Mobius comfortably, he suddenly realized with a start that Mobius was still painfully aroused, his erection pressing insistently against Loki's thigh. Loki's eyes widened, a mischievous smirk curling his lips as he glanced down. 

"Oh, my dear Mobius..." Loki adjusted his position, grinding his hips subtly against Mobius'. "It seems I've been terribly selfish, haven't I?" He licked his lips slowly. "Allow me to rectify that..." Mobius wasn't able to bite back the moan as Loki grinded against him. His head leaned back as he looked up at him.

"I preferred to focus on your pleasure over my own. I was enjoying the sight of you falling apart so beautifully from my touch." Mobius smiled proudly, reaching up and running his hands up Loki's ribs as he admired the view, he was so kindly gifted. He did shift, pressing his erection against Loki more, now starting to incline toward more of his own pleasure. He truly wasn't focused on himself at first, but now that Loki was sated enough it seemed he finally realized how painfully hard he was and how tight his own pants were. The tightness rubbed him in a way that was both pleasurable and painful. Loki didn't care that they were on the cold hard floor, his only focus was the prominent bulge tenting Mobius' pants. Without a word, Loki pushed Mobius' legs apart, settling himself between them. He looked up at Mobius with a hungry glint in his eyes, his fingers already reaching for the button of Mobius' pants.

"Would you look at that... you've been so... patient, my love. Too patient." Loki's voice was low, almost purring as his fingers deftly opened Mobius' pants. He didn't care that he'd made a mess of the floor or the fact anyone could walk in if someone decided to look for them. The sight in front of him was too good to turn away from for even a second. Mobius shivered slightly at the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes and every second that was unfolding quicker than he could process it all. When he was in control, he was less shy, but now that he was no longer in control a blush dusted his cheeks as he took a small breath.

"I'm good at patience..." Mobius mumbled, his heart starting to thump a bit faster in his chest.  The more his eyes explored Loki, the more flushed his cheeks grew as his eyes wandered over the marks he had left. Loki's eyes gleamed with desire as he gazed at Mobius' flushed face. He didn't care about his words, all he could focus on was the hard, aching length springing free from Mobius' pants. 

"Patience be damned," Loki licked his lips hungrily as he drank in the sight of Mobius' cock. Without hesitation, he leaned in close, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin. He leaned forward, his fingers wrapping around the base as he flicked his tongue teasingly over the tip, tasting the precum already beading there. "You taste divine." Loki commented, before wrapping his lips around the tip and giving a slow suck. Mobius inhaled at the lick against his tip, closing his eyes as he submitted to Loki's touches with ease. His hands were now above his head, fingers curling slightly into his palm as he tried to focus more but was failing. He felt his breath against the sensitive skin a second before every nerve suddenly woke up to the feeling of Loki's lips around his tip. Immediately every thought stopped, his heart racing faster as his eyes trained down on Loki now. He already knew he wouldn't last long, and though that disappointed him a bit, it also excited him. He was already mentally begging Loki for more, the words wouldn't form for him to speak them aloud yet.

Loki could feel Mobius tensing above him, could see the pleading look in his eyes even though no words escaped his lips. He smirked around the length he had engulfed, his fingers curling around Mobius' thighs to pull him closer. Loki took Mobius deeper, sucking fiercely as he bobbed his head, his tongue swirling skillfully. Wet, obscene noises filled the air as Loki thoroughly enjoyed himself, smearing precome along Mobius' dick. Drool escaped the corner of his mouth as he sloppily sucked and licked with reckless abandon. Quickly, Mobius' moans and whines filled the room, his eyes closing as he leaned his head back against the floor again. He started to feel a dizziness wash over him at the intensity of Loki's warm mouth wrapped around him.

"F-Fuck Loki if you keep...like that I won't last long." Mobius whined, but clearly, he didn't want him to stop. His fingers now fully curled into the palms of his hands, leaving nail indentations in his skin as he moaned a bit louder, arching as he involuntarily thrust himself just slightly into Loki's mouth. Instead of slowing down, Loki doubled his efforts, taking Mobius to the hilt every time with gusto. The wet sounds of his sloppy sucking filled the air, interspersed with his own muffled sounds of enjoyment. He flattened his tongue and worked it against Mobius' length, applying pressure where he knew it might feel the best. His head bobbed faster, taking Mobius deep each time and hollowing his cheeks to suck harder. He moaned around him, making vibrations that sent Mobius squirming.

"L-Loki..." Mobius moaned out desperately. His eyes clouded over with pure lust as his head began to spin. He dug his nails into his palm harder, hoping the slight pain would pull him from the edge but no, it failed completely. He was far too gone to stop himself. Before long he cried out, the pleasured feeling quickly overwhelmed his senses as his orgasm caused him to lose his breath. He filled Loki's mouth, more so this time then the last time. He was completely breathless, trembling and struggling to breathe as his eyes remained tightly closed, letting the feeling of his orgasm continue to wash over him. Loki swallowed every drop greedily, his throat convulsing around Mobius' length as he milked him dry. He kept his mouth wrapped tightly around the sensitive tip, lapping at it gently as Mobius shook above him, trying to catch his breath.

"Mmm..." Loki didn't lift his head until Mobius had gone completely limp, then he licked his lips clean, savoring the taste. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Mobius with a gratified expression. "Turn over," he ordered gruffly, his voice hoarse, "I'm not done yet."

Mobius nodded, rolling over as commanded with no hesitation. He was very curious what Loki had planned, but didn't dare ask. He trusted the god with all his heart. Though as he rolled over, laying on his stomach he couldn't help the slight excitement and mystery behind the next moves Loki had planned. Loki saw Mobius looking back at him, those blue eyes full of lust and trust. He swallowed hard, finding Mobius' innocence and obedience ridiculously hot.

"Don't look at me," Loki commanded softly, his fingers tracing down Mobius' spine causing him to shiver. Mobius obeyed, looking forward like the good boy he was. Then, without warning, he pressed his lips to the small of Mobius' back, trailing kisses upwards, pushing his shirt out of the way. His hand slid down to find Mobius' cock. Loki's devious lips formed a smirk against Mobius' back as he felt the hardening evidence of Mobius' recovery. Suddenly the commanding tone Loki took and the kisses against his back was immensely arousing and it quickly showed, making him blush a bit by how quick he seemed to be able to recover. Without preamble, Loki smacked Mobius' ass sharply, eliciting a surprised gasp before soothing the sting with a caress. He smirked against Mobius' skin knowing he could get him worked up again so easily.

 Mobius didn't expect the smack, a slight yelp mixed with a surprised gasp quickly filled the room before a breathy silence as Loki caressed the smack. Yet he wanted to feel the slap again. He couldn't believe he wanted to be smacked again. He didn't think he was that type of guy but apparently he was, and he didn't try to fight it. Loki paused his kisses to deliver another slap to Mobius' backside, the sound deafening in the quiet room. 

"You like that, don't you?" Loki murmured, his breath warm against Mobius' skin. Loki watched the red handprint bloom on Mobius' ass, his body jerking slightly from the impact. He swallowed hard as Mobius made that surprised, turned-on sound. "Do you like that?" He asked, his voice almost careful as he wanted confirmation, watching him closely for his reactions. Mobius yelped again, pressing himself into the floor in any way he could. The burgeoning handprint stung amazingly as he trembled slightly. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he tried to hold them back to keep from worrying Loki. The question pulled him from his haze, the desire for confirmation in Loki's voice made him want to comply.

"Y-yes!" Mobius whined, catching his breath now that he had a second, his mind racing with all the things Loki could do to him that even though he'd never done before he'd try and was sure he'd enjoy. "Again…please…" he pleaded, proving to Loki he enjoyed it. His lover's eyes lit up with excitement and a hint of possessiveness at the eager response. Loki smirked, his hand coming down hard on the other cheek leaving a matching red handprint. 

"Good boy," Loki praised, his voice dulcet and approving. He struck again, this time on the curve where thigh met ass. Loki saw the tears gathered at the corners of Mobius' eyes. He knew he wasn't hurting him badly, just enough to make him sensitive and aroused. "Four more, and then I'll fuck you. Count them." He brought his hand down again, using the same strength he had before, rubbing over the sore skin as he waited for Mobius to speak. He was far more turned on than he felt like he should have been and didn't try to hide that either. The tears filling Mobius' eyes threatened to spill over, his breathing quavering as he opened his mouth to speak.

"One..." Mobius mumbled, breathless already as he closed his eyes, trying to force away the tears a bit as he awaited the next spank. He had never wanted something so badly in his life, and yet he was quickly becoming needy for the feeling of Loki buried so deeply inside him he would forget how to breathe. Loki brought his hand down again, harder this time. Gods, he was beautiful like this. He loved how he was making his usually collected partner feel this way. 

"Two," Loki said to prompt Mobius, "You make the sexiest noises. Spread your legs wider, love."

"Two..." he repeated in an even more shaky voice. He shifted, spreading his legs wider as asked, his eyes closed tighter and a tear escaped, sliding down his cheek slowly. A small whimper escaped him as he took another breath, wanting a second to breath, but not wanting it at the same time. He was loving the way Loki smacked him, left him shaky and unfocused, and craved more with every hit. 

Loki's eyes darkened with lust as he noticed the tear tracking down Mobius' cheek. He found it utterly erotic how beautifully broken Mobius looks under his touch. He leaned down, kissing it away tenderly before whispering, "Beautiful," against his skin. Then, without warning, his hand landed again, his palm stinging. "So perfect." Mobius gasped out loudly, the sudden slap sending a jolt of pleasurable pain up his spine.

"T-three..." Mobius was barely able to mumble. He could feel everything tensing up as he awaited the fourth hit, knowing what came after and now he held his breath in anticipation. He kept his eyes forward as Loki had directed earlier, resisting the urge to look back just to see the look on Loki's face. It was clear he was a very obedient man no matter how embarrassing or shameful the situation may be. Loki admired his handiwork, and how Mobius had gone completely pliant, the perfect alignment of red marks on Mobius' thighs and ass, knowing the fourth would be the most intense. He brought his hand down with precision and force. Mobius immediately yelped at the fourth hit, closing his eyes tighter as more tears spilled down his cheeks.

"Four..." Mobius whispered through a small attempt at a breath.

"Fantastic. Such a good boy... Now, as promised," Loki said, stripping the rest of Mobius' clothes off him with his magic and tossing them in the pile where his own lie. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk." Mobius shivered again as he felt his clothing disappear suddenly. He bit his lip, holding back the desire to look behind him. It was a bit frustrating to not be able to see Loki's face, but he continued to obey. The sound of the threat made Mobius shiver, tensing slightly as he bit into his lip harder, giving a small nod.

"Y-yes please..." Mobius pleaded quietly, his tone full of quickly growing desire. Loki ran his hands up Mobius' thighs, gently massaging them as he spoke. He paused at Mobius' soft plea. 

"Would you like to go to a proper bed, darling? I can get us there in a snap of my fingers," Loki cooed to his lover. "And either way, I want you to tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you, hmm?" he said, voice unexpectedly sympathetic.

"Bed may be smarter…" Mobius managed to think just clearly enough to answer. His head was still spinning from the feeling on his ass and thighs. "As for how…what are my options?" He asked curiously, a bit caught off guard by the tenderness of Loki's tone. He couldn't help but admire how the man could go from authoritative to sweet in seconds. But the stinging from his hand wouldn't subside anytime soon, it wouldn't let him forget just how dominant Loki could be. And dammit, he wanted more of that side. 

"Options? Well..." Loki snapped his fingers and a green cloud enveloped the both of them and deposited them on the fresh bedsheets in their room. The room was dim, only the moonlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows illuminated the interior.  "The only limit is your imagination, my sweet," Loki drawled. "Anything you desire can be reality here." Mobius let out a shocked noise, followed by a small giggle as he was now on their bed. That had him amazed and gave him the moment to calm down that he so desperately needed.

"When did it become nighttime? Did we…you know, what never mind that," Mobius shook his head, throwing away that thought for a while. "Well, you did promise to fuck me until I couldn't walk. I'd like to see you try. How you get there is up to you. I'd rather see what your imagination holds this time." He admitted, though gripped onto the sheets slightly as the slight shift in his legs going from floor to fabric made the stinging on his ass and thighs feel a bit sharper. Loki's eyes flashed at Mobius' challenge, a grin already spreading across his face. The way his ass and thighs were still pink from the spanking made Loki's cock throb with anticipation. 

"Careful what you wish for, love. I'll have you begging for mercy in no time." Loki stood from the bed, going to the nightstand where the lube from their previous encounter had been tucked away. "I think I'll start by bending you over the edge of this bed," Loki said, his voice a low, seductive purr. "It'll give me the perfect view of that gorgeous, marked ass as I fuck you senseless." Mobius watched as he moved, his heart starting to pound in his chest with anticipation and slight nervousness at the threat.

"I'm happy to see you try and make me beg for mercy. If I do, it's only to catch my breath." Mobius challenged, biting his lip as he knew he was playing with fire, and he knew he'd get burned. But he was so ready for it, or so he thought. He looked at Loki, wondering if he wanted him to get into position himself or if he was just going to drag him into position. Loki smirked at the defiance, loving how Mobius always tried to keep up with him. 

"Bold words from someone who's about to be fucked into the mattress," Loki said, catching Mobius' feet and pulling him into position, making him stand just at the edge of the bed and then pressing his upper body down into the bed positioning him exactly how he wanted. "Gods, you have a perfect fucking body." He muttered, running a hand over Mobius' shoulders, down his spine as he uncapped the lube with his other hand. Mobius couldn't bite back the yelp that escaped as he was pulled, but did manage to hold back the laugh that threatened to follow after. His eyes shined a bit as he looked back at Loki, his body slightly shivering as his hand ran down his spine, making him arch a bit into the touch.

"You have no idea how wonderful it is to be told that by a god." Mobius spoke softly, his eyes quickly darting to the uncapped lube in his other hand, making his mind focus more on what was about to happen. Loki coated his fingers in the lube, spreading it generously over Mobius' hole.

"I'm going to start with my fingers, stretching you open until you're nice and ready," He pressed a finger against Mobius', applying gentle pressure. Loki watched as Mobius tried to hide his laughter, his body arching like a cat's into his touch. Loki chuckled, his ego inflating at the praise. "I am a god, it's my duty to know these things," he said, pressing his finger past Mobius' resistant ring of muscle. "Now, be good and relax for me." Mobius' every muscle tensed at the feeling at first, though relaxed almost immediately at Loki's request. He didn't hide the whine that escaped as he nosed into the bed a bit, not exactly trying to hide his sounds, more hiding his face as he began focusing on Loki's finger inside him. He wasn't wrong, Loki knew more about Mobius and his body than he did Loki's. But Mobius was quickly learning and he'd never forget having Loki submitting to him while his magic ran wild. Loki smiled to himself as he watched Mobius nuzzle into the bedsheets, his whine music to his ears. 

"You're so cute when you hide your face," Loki said, adding a second finger to join the first. "I'm going to make you forget all about trying to hide, darling. But you know what else you're good at?" Mobius bit his lip a bit as the second finger was added, temporarily making him forget how to speak as he moaned out slightly mixed with a whimper of quickly growing desire. He couldn't let Loki think he was ignoring him, didn't want to know the punishment for that just yet.

"W-what else am I good at?" Mobius asked, his voice already shaky as he spoke, his mind clinging onto Loki's voice for now.

"Taking my fingers like you were made for it," Loki said with a smirk, curling his fingers to hit Mobius' sweet spot perfectly. "Though I must admit, these little noises you make when you're full of my fingers... they make me want to replace them with my cock right now. I must say,"  He crooked his fingers again, eliciting a desperate whimper, "...for someone who was so damn mouthy earlier, you're being awfully quiet now." Loki's free hand moved to gently caress Mobius' lower back. Mobius let out a whiny moan as that sweet spot was hit, his body jolting at the sensation. He knew he was right, that he was such a demanding little man earlier, but he couldn't help how he acted now with Loki's fingers stretching his ass.

"N-not my fault!" Mobius huffed, though didn't put into context what he was meaning. The promise of Loki fucking him here and now made his insides throb with need. "Please do…" he begged as he pressed his ass against Loki's fingers, wanting more already. Loki threw his head back and laughed, amused by Mobius' frustrated whine. 

"Not your fault?" Loki slid his fingers out slowly, leering as Mobius clenched around nothing. "I'd say it's entirely your fault for being so greedy. I think you're full of shit there, pretty boy." Loki's fingers returned to circle Mobius' hole but no longer actually entered. "Should I actually take you or keep finger-fucking you until you admit how desperate you're being right now?" Mobius instantly whined. Pressing his face into the bed a bit in vexation.

"F-fine! It's my fault…and it's hard not to be needy when you're around," Mobius admitted, muffled as he hid his face in the blankets. "Please, Loki, don't leave me hanging!" He pleaded, his voice a bit louder as he glanced back at the god behind him, resisting the urge to just throw himself onto him somehow, not sure how, but he'd figure it out.

"There it is," Loki murmured, his voice softening a bit at Mobius' honest admission. "That sweet sound..." He pet Mobius' back, running his hand down to grab his hip firmly.  "You know what I like about you? Your smart mouth, your wit...and..." Loki licked his lips unconsciously. "Your honesty. Especially when you're like this. Most would lie or act tough. Not you. You whimper and beg like a pretty little slut. Don't you think you're deserving of a reward now, hm?" Mobius nodded quickly at the idea of a reward. The muscles underneath Loki's grip tensed a bit, both preparing for what was to come and the excitement.

"I think I do…" Mobius agreed, wanting to be rewarded for his honesty, for not hiding despite wanting to. He couldn't find it in him to lie to Loki. Even though he wished he could sometimes. The idea of being punished was an excitement of its own, and one he thought would always be out of his grasp thanks to the spell Loki had over him.

"Good." Loki purred approvingly. He smirked at Mobius' eagerness, knowing he had him wrapped around his finger. "Then I should give my pretty boy what he wants, shouldn't I?" Loki aligned himself with Mobius' entrance, just slightly pressing the head of his cock against it. "You ever notice how your willingness to bend over and take it makes me want to treat you even dirtier?"

"Dirtier? Then maybe you should," Mobius replied, that tone of excitement and slight defiance creeping into his voice as he felt Loki press against him. He felt his entire body tense, almost immediately relaxing after. This was exactly what he wanted, and he couldn't hide the eagerness as he was about to get it. He pressed his face into the sheets again, his mind already centering on the feeling he was waiting for. Loki clicked his tongue, amused by Mobius' challenging words. 

"Dirty dirty..." Loki teased in a low voice, sliding in nice and slow, hands now braced on the bed on either side of Mobius' hips. "You know just what to say to get your way, don't you?" He started to move more, thrusting at an unrushed pace. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, let alone think of anything clever to say," He leaned down and bit into Mobius' shoulder, then laving over the mark with his tongue to soothe the sting. It put his senses on edge in all the right ways. The feeling of Loki's dick inside him even at the slow pace he was going had Mobius moaning for more. The bite however quickly snapped his attention to the sting, making him arch a bit as he closed his eyes.

"Mmm, sensitive little thing aren't you?" Loki whispered, snapping his hips forward sudden and hard, watching Mobius arch beautifully, his hand coming up to grab a handful of Mobius' hair, tugging his head back. "I've barely even started, and you're already moaning." Loki smiled, keeping the leisurely pace, while maintaining his grip on his hair.

Mobius gasped out as Loki's hips snapped forward, making him bite into his lip hard as his hair was pulled at the same time. He wanted to whine, to tell Loki it wasn't his fault he was sensitive. But he knew better, for now at least. He didn't want Loki to stop and he feared mouthing off to him would make him stop. And yet his mouth didn't listen to his thoughts, and before he could silence the words he spoke.

"It's your fault I'm so sensitive…" Mobius' cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as he spoke, regretting the words as soon as the last syllable left his lips. Loki chuckled darkly, picking up the pace slightly, using a bit more force. 

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Loki teased, a grin on his face. "You're telling me you need me to be gentler?" In opposition to his words, his hand tightened in Mobius' hair and yanked his head back further.

"N-no!! Don't be gentler! Please don't," Mobius quickly pleaded, his mind racing with the consciousness of his words as his hair was pulled back harder, now looking back at Loki with pleading blue eyes. "I…I don't want gentle, not yet…just…fuck…" he muttered to more himself than Loki. Loki's eyes gleamed with amusement as he gripped Mobius' hair, forcing the mortal to stare back at him. 

"Oh, I see," Loki purred, voice full of mockery. He snapped his hips harder, but kept the pace slower. "Here I was thinking you needed romantic shit. You don't want me to treat you like a virgin? No sweet, slow love-making? You sure you don't want that?" Mobius bit back the whine that wanted to surface so he could speak, his head spinning the more Loki teased him.

"Once in a while. Maybe…it's up to you how you take me, I'm yours to do whatever you want to do with…" Mobius submitted further, wanting absolutely nothing more than to give into every one of Loki's desires, even if they may be painful. A smile spread across Loki's lips again as he registered Mobius' complete acceptance. He loosened his grip on his hair, letting him catch his breath. 

"Mm, music to my ears," Loki murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of Mobius' neck. Then Loki straightened up, a plan forming. With a smooth motion, he pulled out of Mobius, leaving him empty and aching. He smirked as he saw the confused and slightly pouty expression on his lover's face. "Roll over, love." Mobius didn't hide the whine this time as Loki pulled out, clearly pouting and a bit upset. But he did as told, rolling over on his back as he looked up at Loki.

"Like this?" Mobius asked quietly, taking time to catch his breath as he took the time again to look over Loki's body, admiring every mark he left and immediately smiling to himself again.

"Perfect," With a satisfied smirk, Loki leaned forward, his hands gripping Mobius' thighs as he placed his legs over his shoulders. He gazed up at Mobius, his eyes filled with adoration and hunger. Loki's fingers dug into Mobius' thighs as he pushed forward, his hard length sinking back into Mobius' tight hole. He let out a low groan, his hips snapping forward at a brutal pace, relishing in the feeling of being buried inside his beloved. This position was new, and left the man breathless almost instantly. Mobius began to enjoy this position given he could see all of Loki, including his dick inside him, which excited him far more than it should. The blush on his cheeks easily revealed enough of what Mobius was thinking. Loki's eyes were locked onto the spot where their bodies intimately joined, watching his cock disappear inside Mobius over and over again. He could see the way Mobius' hole stretched around him, taking him deeper than any other position they had tried before.

"Look at you," Loki's voice was a husky whisper as he spoke, his fingers digging into Mobius' hips as he held him in place. "You're so perfect, Mobius. So perfect for me." Every single thrust sent Mobius more and more into a state of bliss as his body arched into his thrusts. His eyes followed Loki's easily as he watched himself take every inch, leaving him feeling completely stuffed and stretched in ways he didn't know possible.

"S-so are you!" Mobius whined out, his voice cracking at the intense feeling he had shooting through his body.

"Am I?" Loki smirked, knowing full well his effect on Mobius. He sped up his pace, wanting to completely unravel his usually unruffled partner. "Your eyes... they're telling me you're enjoying this quite a bit," He shifted his angle slightly, pulling Mobius closer and hitting that sweet spot deep inside Mobius, knowing it would make him squirm. His hands gripped Mobius' thighs tighter. "Can you come around my cock untouched like this, my love?" Mobius had no time to fully think as Loki hit that sweet spot. He gasped out and shivered, looking up at Loki now and giving a slight nod.

"I-I don't think that would be a hard task with you..." Mobius managed out, his every word carefully thought out as he arched a bit more into Loki. He wasn't lying either. He was sure Loki could make him come without touching him there, or hell without even fucking him. Loki just seemed to know exactly how his body worked, and though he loved it, it also made him feel a bit embarrassed.

"Gods, you look so pretty like this," Loki's voice was low, almost like a whine with desire, his hips slamming against Mobius' ass with relentless force. "Look at you, all flustered and red." He slowed his pace slightly, one hand moving to trace gentle patterns on Mobius' stomach while still filling him deep. "Do you know what that does to me? Seeing you like this, all sweet and needy?" Mobius' mind was nearly blank, his every thought focused on Loki and the feeling of every movement of his dick inside him. The slowed movements caught Mobius' attention, giving him a second to catch his breath and attempting to calm the tightening knot in his stomach. 

"No, what does it do to you?" Mobius asked in a breathy whisper as he looked up into Loki's green eyes, loving the look he had and the way he seemed to be looking at his body.

"It makes me nearly lose control," Loki's voice was a low growl as he watched his own fingers trace patterns on Mobius' stomach. "Seeing you like this…it drives me wild." His pace quickened slightly again, his breathing becoming heavier. Loki's hand slowly made its way down, wrapping around Mobius' neglected cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. "And this... this just confirms how much you love it."

"Then lose control!" Mobius almost begged. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the feeling wash over him more intensely. The increased pace of his movements again woke back up the nerves that had just begun to calm down ever so slightly, stealing his breath away and making his attention go back to the feeling of Loki inside him. The sight of Loki covered in bites he had left, the feeling of him deep inside him, the feeling of his hand stroking his length...it all left his attention stretched thin. And yet, he wished for more. He wanted Loki to keep going until his mind didn't have to choose, until it was instinctively forced on one thing or another. Loki growled low in his throat, thrilled by Mobius' plea. With a smirk, he pistoned his hips faster, driving deeper into Mobius' willing body. 

"Fuck, you want me to lose control? Then look at me... fucking look at me while I wreck you." Loki  increased the speed of his hand, twisting slightly to hit Mobius' spot perfectly with every thrust of his hips. The room filled with gasps and moans as Loki seemed to become less gentle. Mobius found it hard to obey, hard to open his eyes, but he managed, just barely. His eyes only opened halfway as he watched Loki pound into him. Loki bit his lip at the sight of Mobius' completely surrendered expression, those beautiful blue eyes glazing over with pleasure. His own control unraveled seeing Mobius like this. 

"Look at you... Such a godsdamn mess for me." Loki increased his pace again, knowing exactly where to hit and when to stroke. He wanted to see those pretty blue eyes roll back. He cried out his name at the increase again, leaving his mind blank, just the way he liked it. Every time that sensitive spot was hit, it drove Mobius more and more into a blissful, mindless state he couldn't fight even if he wanted to. He couldn't pay attention much longer, leaning his head back, not sure what he was trying to do but leaning back felt like the right move even though that meant taking his eyes off Loki as he closed them tightly while his hands gripped the sheets. A cruel smile played across Loki's lips as he watched Mobius basically collapsing under his stimulation. 

"Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck..." Loki slammed forward hard enough to push Mobius' back further on the bed and then Loki pinned his legs toward his chest in a vicious mating press. "Look at me, my little human. See who's making you feel this good." Mobius' eyes snapped open, a loud moan escaping. He suddenly couldn't catch his breath, his eyes wide as he looked at Loki, lust swirling. He felt a wave of dizziness rushed over him as the knot in his stomach coiled tighter and made his every muscle tense up. He was so close to an orgasm, and he hadn't realized it until just now, though he'd be proud of himself later for lasting so long but right now that was far from his mind. Loki's chest heaved with exertion as he listened to his name leave Mobius' lips in a sweet, broken whimper. The sight of Mobius' flushed, pleasure-drunk expression pushed him dangerously close to the edge himself. His movements became rougher, more possessive. 

"You should see yourself... taking me like this... fuck... the sounds you make…" Loki said as Mobius' moans grew louder. He gripped the sheets tighter, trying his hardest to hold back his desire to come as he wanted so desperately to time his release with Loki's this time, but the god was making it harder and harder. The tension in his body showed both how close he was and how hard he was trying to hold back. 

"Should see yourself too...." Mobius' words were barely intelligible, but it was enough to understand, for now. He may not get so lucky next time he tried to speak. Loki smirked, amused and aroused by Mobius' attempt at teasing in his near delirious state. 

"H-Hah! I'd love to see myself fucking you. W-We'll get a mirror next time," Loki moved harder, faster, chasing his orgasm. His thrusts became erratic, his hips snapping forward with a mind of their own as he neared the edge. He leaned down, capturing Mobius' mouth in a dominating kiss. His tongue invaded, tasting, claiming. Mobius couldn't hold back much longer. He wasn't strong enough and Loki was far too aggressive in his movements to allow him much time to catch his breath, not that he minded at all. He was  doing good until the kiss that shattered everything around him and practically threw him over the edge. He moaned desperately into the kiss, moving his hands that once clung to the bed against Loki and now clinging onto him in any way possible as it felt like something snapped. For a second, everything went blurry, his body tensed for a few seconds against Loki's erratic movements before letting go of everything with a jolt as he deepened the kiss, finding anything to cling to as his orgasm came in waves, leaving his body feeling weak as his cum splattered across his skin in hot white ropes that made his body shiver. He was completely at Loki's mercy.

Loki groaned deeply as he felt Mobius clench around him, the rhythmic squeezes of his orgasm triggering his own explosive release. He buried himself as deep as possible, spurting inside Mobius as he shuddered violently. Despite emptying inside him, Loki remained hard. He continued to snap his hips, driven wild by the way Mobius' body gripped him, sensitive from his own release but unable to stop, caught in the primal urge to keep claiming what was his. He wrapped his arms around Mobius' waist, pulling him even closer as he continued to pound into him mercilessly. 

"Mine..." He whispered, his face buried in Mobius' neck. "Only… mine..." He punctuated each word with a particularly sharp thrust. When Mobius told Loki to lose control he didn't expect it to be like this, to feel like this. The continuation even after he was already filled, mixed with the hypersensitivity of his body after such a strong orgasm left his body trying to catch up. He gripped onto Loki tighter as he made sweet sounding whines and whimpers mixed with breathless moans. In truth he didn't mind it, he encouraged it. Loki did say he'd make him forget his own name, or did he? He couldn't remember anymore. Couldn't think about anything but this moment as it unfolded.

"Y-yes! Yours!" Mobius confirmed, his trembling body writhing beneath the god and all his strength, yet he didn't beg for mercy, not yet at least. Loki's grip on Mobius' thighs tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh as he lost all control. He fucked Mobius with wild abandon, no care for gentleness now. 

"You're mine... my everything..." One hand slid up to wrap around Mobius' throat, not squeezing hard enough to cut off his breathing, but just enough to show his dominion. His hips collided with Mobius' forcefully as he went harder, making the bed frame creak dangerously. He watched where they were joined, addicted to the sight of his length disappearing inside Mobius' body again and again. He withdrew almost fully before slamming back in, aiming to make Mobius yelp. The second Loki's hand was around Mobius' throat his every nerve reawakened to the sudden sensation. It was dangerous and thrilling, and left him in slight shock yet wasn't enough to pull his body's attention away from Loki's thrusts into him. He let out a yelp, leaning his head back and exposing more of his throat to Loki's grip as he managed to cry out the gods name, though barely loud enough to even hear. His mind was in such a haze he couldn't even think of what to do, of words to say.

Loki drank in every whimper, every desperate clutch of Mobius' hands. Loki's eyes blazed with glee as he took in Mobius' pleasured state. The way Mobius' throat arched invitingly made Loki squeeze slightly harder, reveling in the choked noises it elicited. His other hand reached down to wrap around Mobius' leg and push it even higher, opening him up wider. 

"I could keep you like this forever. I love it. I love you." Mobius wasn't sure how much longer he could take this, the over stimulation coursing through every nerve and leaving him more sensitive than he ever thought possible was only getting stronger, making him squirm, but unable to go anywhere. His eyes closed as the tighter grip around his throat, the new sensation of being slightly choked awakened a whole new sense. It made him tense, made his insides clench around Loki as his nails dug deeper into the skin it had found, leaving crescent shapes behind. Even though all his body felt, all the haze of his mind and words not fully wanting to form he forced them, though they sounded completely broken as he spoke.

"L-love…you too!" Mobius would not beg for mercy, not until his body literally could take no more, if he could even ask. Loki's heart swelled at Mobius' broken declaration, his thrusts becoming even more rapid as he felt his own release approaching. He loved seeing Mobius like this, completely undone, vulnerable, and all his. 

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tightly..." Loki groaned, his hips jerking erratically as he felt Mobius' inner walls flutter around him.  "I love you so much, Mobius... so much. You're mine, forever and always. Now come for me again, I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I fill you up one more time." Through the haze, the desire to obey shined through for Mobius. Maybe more out of desperation than anything else. His body didn't fight the feeling, and didn't try to hold back this time. Before much longer his body couldn't handle any more and gave into Loki's command, letting itself go further into the dark abyss of submission as he came again. Just like last time his entire body tensed. Every inch of him was throbbing inside and out. He'd not pass out, no matter what Loki had planned. He'd not disappoint him in that way. Loki let out a deep groan as he felt Mobius' body clamping down around him like a vice. It was too much, too good, and with a final thrust, he spilled himself deep inside Mobius' trembling form again. He came harder than he ever had before, seeing stars behind his eyelids. 

"My love... fuck..." He collapsed slightly forward, balancing his weight on his elbows to not crush Mobius entirely. His one hand moved to gently stroke Mobius' face, brushing sweaty hair away and ghosting over his mustache. "You took everything I gave you like such a good boy…" His voice was hoarse from the exertion and his mind was reeling from the intense release. "You're the most perfect creature I've ever seen, you know that?"

Mobius was thankful for the balance of Loki's weight. He managed to slightly push past it all, shifting a very shaky hand from the skin it was dug into to the back of Loki's neck, pulling him down and into a weak yet loving kiss. It seemed even in this state kisses still mattered more than exhaustion to him. He wanted to speak, to say something but words refused to form in his mind, kisses was all he could use to express his feelings for the moment. Loki broke the kiss, pulling back to look at Mobius' dazed expression. He carefully pulled out, his cum dripping down Mobius' thighs. That sight alone almost made him want to go another round. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of Mobius' face, studying him for any signs of distress. 

"Are you alright, love? You're so quiet... Do you want a bath? I can carry you to the tub, you can just relax while I clean you up." Loki asked, effortlessly shifting back to a more caring and relaxed demeanor. Mobius couldn't help but smile, the sudden shift of Loki's personality made him blush a bit at the same time. He didn't know how to answer, his mind continued to draw a blank for another few seconds. He fought to fight through the fog, to answer his questions and not leave the man thinking he had hurt him. Finally Mobius spoke, his voice still very hushed and raw.

"I-I’m fine," Mobius took a breath, looking up at Loki as slowly his mind began to catch up to him again. "Maybe a bath is a good idea. You'd definitely have to carry me though." Mobius admitted, slowly starting to become a bit embarrassed by his state, showing how quickly his mind was catching back up to the situation. Loki chuckled softly, seeing the color spread across Mobius' cheeks as he became more aware of his state. He wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up. 

"I suppose I was successful in rendering you unable to walk, then," Loki strode into the adjoining bathroom with Mobius cradled in his arms. He used his powers to fill the tub with perfectly heated water, swirling in lavender oils, so they didn't have to wait for the bath to fill.  "Perfect temperature," he murmured, lowering Mobius gently into the fragrant bath.

"I'd say you definitely succeeded…in more than that." Mobius admitted, knowing the truth was Loki successfully drained him of all energy. The water was warm, smelled amazing and already began to soothe his aching body. He didn't know Loki's magic had such practical uses. It made him smile a bit as he relaxed into the warmth. "You joining me?" He asked, looking up at Loki with pleading eyes. He knew the tub could fit them both, and he didn't want to give up the chance to spend more time with Loki. On another note, he didn't feel drunk anymore. That thought made him want to laugh. He didn't know it was possible to work the alcohol out of somebody's system like that. 

Loki smirked at Mobius' soft plea. "Well, since you asked so nicely... How could I refuse?"  He slid into the tub behind Mobius, enveloping him in strong arms. Loki's eyes caught on a mark visible on Mobius' neck, and he ran a thumb gently over it, feeling a possessive surge knowing he put it there. "You'll have a bruise here tomorrow..." His lips brushed against Mobius' ear as he spoke, playful but with an underlying hint of satisfaction.

"Good," Mobius murmured before thinking of the answer he gave. He liked that idea. The idea of Loki marking him too. Now he understood why Loki seemed to like it so much. For Mobius it made him feel like he belonged to someone, and since this mark was vivid every one would know it. He moved his hand to his neck, a small smile on his lips as he looked back at Loki. "I mean you have plenty of marks from me…though you'll heal quickly I can enjoy the sight of you covered in them for a bit and the memory of giving them to you…I think I know why you like being marked now." He leaned into Loki more, snuggling himself against the man as close as absolutely possible.

Loki hummed softly, pulling Mobius even closer. "You get it now," he murmured, "Marks are like... territory. When someone sees them, they know you're taken. That you belong to someone." His hands roamed over Mobius' chest, as he continued "And the fact that I heal quickly just means I can accumulate more marks from you, and from nobody else. You're the only one who gets to give me these marks, Mobius." His voice was low, fingers tracing the mark on Mobius' neck. The way he spoke made Mobius' heart flutter. The words replayed in his head and he smiled, shifting so Loki had more access to his neck.

"If anyone else were to mark you, I think I'd get upset…" Mobius admitted, letting the tiniest hint of a jealous tone creep into his voice before shooing it away. "You're the only one I'll allow to mark me too…" His mind raced now with the memories of the moment that they shared a bit ago. Taking a calming breath to keep a blush from forming. "You're also the only one I'll ever let take me the way you do…or any way…I'm only yours…" That did it. Saying such words out loud made his face grow warm as a deep red shade started to blossom across his cheeks. Loki's fingers found Mobius' shoulders and pressed in slow, gentle circles. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against the shell of Mobius' ear. 

"Good," he murmured silkily, sounding pleased. His thumbs pressed deeper, teasing out the tension he could feel coiled beneath the skin. "Because I don't like sharing, darling. And I certainly don't plan to," He tilted his head, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of Mobius' neck, the same spot he had claimed not long ago. "You wear my marks so well," Loki mused as he kneaded the muscles beneath his fingers, his touch turning almost hypnotic. "And now, you say such sweet things to me? You'll make me greedy."

"Maybe I need more marks, if I wear them so well?" Mobius smiled, relaxing completely into Loki's touch. He liked when Loki was greedy, when he stopped caring about what others may think long enough to take what he wanted. He knew it shouldn't be that way, but gods he loved it. "Besides, you've a right to be greedy with me, I'm your lover." He pointed out. Mobius' mind had finally fully caught up to the moment and he was able to think straight again, and for that he was glad. He didn't risk saying something foolish while out of his mind anymore.

"My, my…" Loki murmured, lips grazing the side of Mobius' throat as he spoke, voice thick with amusement. "You truly do know how to tempt a god, don't you?" His fingers drifted from Mobius' shoulders, trailing down his arms in a featherlight touch before returning to his neck, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. Loki's lips hovered just above his skin, taunting.

"More marks, you say?" His breath was hot. "If you insist… I suppose it's only fair that the whole world knows exactly who you belong to." And then, he pressed a lingering kiss against Mobius' throat, deceptively soft—before sinking his teeth in just enough to leave a mark. Not enough to truly hurt, no—just enough to make his claim known. Even with the deceptive kiss, Mobius knew what was about to happen, yet he didn't tense or shy away. He welcomed it.

The bite gained a small gasp, both from the feeling and the surprise at how gentle it felt. He had almost expected Loki to leave a harsher mark. Though he wasn't complaining even a little bit. He pulled back only slightly, admiring the faint flush on Mobius' skin, the way he leaned into him without hesitation. Loki's smirk returned, satisfied.

"You're right," Loki mused, thumb brushing over the fresh mark tenderly. "I do have a right to be greedy with you." His voice dropped lower, hushed. "And you, my love, have a right to be mine."  

"I love you Loki." Mobius said softly as he shifted just the right way to steal a quick teasing kiss against the gods lips. He truly loved this man. He didn't know how he fell so quickly but he did, and he couldn't be happier. Loki stilled for just a moment, as if those words had caught him off guard, still a little unused to hearing those words. Not because he doubted them, he knew Mobius meant it. He could feel it in the way he leaned into him, in the way he surrendered so freely, how his lips had stolen that fleeting kiss. But still… to hear it spoken aloud, so softly, so certainly… It did something dangerous and wonderful to him. Loki caught Mobius' chin between his fingers, tilting his head just enough to properly look at him, to take in every detail of the man who had somehow managed to unearth something emotive in a god who had spent centuries guarding his heart. 

"And I love you," Loki murmured. Then he pulled Mobius closer, capturing his lips in a kiss that was anything but teasing. When he finally pulled away, his thumb brushed over the fresh mark on Mobius' throat, admiring his handiwork. "But don't think you can get away with stealing kisses so easily, my dear," he purred, smirking against Mobius' lips. "You'll have to pay the price." And with that, he stole another kiss, longer this time, because if there was one thing Loki knew for certain, it was that he would never get enough of him.