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“You know,” Loki began, sitting across the table from Mobius. Mobius is completely ready for the workday, but Loki’s sitting there in boxers and one of Mobius’ button up shirts. Mobius looks up, a little annoyed. They were supposed to be working 5 minutes ago, downstairs, ready. “You know my whole life, but I know almost nothing of yours.” Loki says, taking a bite of his pancake that Mobius insisted on making. They’re cold now, but Loki would give anything to get Mobius to loosen up, take some time for himself.
“Yes, you do, it’s always been this.” Mobius says, shrugging. He believes there isn’t much to tell.
“I don’t.” Loki says simply. “What’s your favorite book?” Loki asks, wanting to know the little things.
Mobius shakes his head, laughing a bit under his breath. “I don’t know that I have a favorite. I don’t read too much. Mostly jet-ski magazines.” Mobius admits, his cheeks pink. Of course, Loki knows that he reads those, but he doesn’t know how many he’s read.
“Okay then what’s your favorite movie?” Loki asks, knowing that Mobius loves movies.
“Loki we really should be working.” Mobius sighs, knowing that no matter what he says, he’s not getting out of this. Loki just looks at him with an eyebrow raised, crossing his arms in front of him, leaning back in the chair. “Fine, Top Gun.” Mobius says, knowing that they’ve watched the movie more times than he can count. It’s his go to.
“What’s your favorite color?” Loki asks, genuinely curious. All there is around there is brown and orange.
“Easy, blue.” Mobius says quickly, making Loki’s eyebrows shoot up. There’s no blue in the entire apartment, he would have never guessed.
“Why? Because of the water? Jet-skis?” Loki asks, assuming that’s the answer.
“Among other things.” Mobius says, his cheeks pink, obviously flustered.
“Oh?” Loki asks, smirking. He wants to know even more now. “Such as?” Loki asks, smiling as he sees that flush rise on Mobius’ cheeks even more. He looks damn adorable like this.
“Loki,” Mobius complains, wanting to just get to work.
“C’mon sweetheart, what could it be?” Loki asks, making Mobius shake his head. The god knows that when he uses that particular pet name with the agent, he usually gets what he wants. Typically, that’s in bed, but now he just really wants to know.
“You.” Mobius says, without any explanation. Loki wonders what he means. He’s always in greens, blacks, and gold. That’s his signature.
“Explain.” Loki says, genuinely confused.
“You’re Jotun.” Mobius says, making Loki realize what he means. His frost giant form. Mobius likes that.
“Oh.” Loki says, a little shocked. He’s never quite loved his frost giant form. “You never told me you liked me in that form.” Loki says, feeling his fingertips grow ice cold.
“I love you in any form you take, Loki.” Mobius says, looking down at Loki’s hands, seeing his fingertips turning blue. A blush rises on his cheeks. He wasn’t too sure he’d ever actually see Loki like this in person. “And.. well, I knew you weren’t too fond of it…” Mobius says, recalling the tape of Loki’s life. How much agony came with that form for Loki.
“I never liked it because nobody else did.” Loki says, standing up, suddenly even taller than he typically is. He feels his hands turn cold, then up his forearms, slowly transforming into his frost giant form.
When he’s completely blue, he unbuttons Mobius’ shirt that’s across his own chest. He drops it to the floor, walking over to Mobius slowly, seeing the bright pink across his face, moving down his neck.
Loki pulls Mobius’ chair out from under the table, giving himself room to sit. He lifts a leg and puts it over Mobius, sitting onto the agent’s thighs. Mobius has to contain a groan at the friction he gets from Loki sitting there. He presses his hands to Loki’s waist, feeling the ice-cold skin there. He hisses a little at the chill, but he gets used to it quickly.
Loki looks down at Mobius, seeing as the agent takes in his Jotun form. “Beautiful.” Mobius says, sighing as he looks up at the god’s face. He sees the beautiful lines on his forehead, his cheekbones, his chin. He sees the gorgeous orange-red eyes, loving them more than anything.
“You really like me like this.” Loki says, his voice a little shocked.
“Of course.” Mobius says, huffing out a little laugh, tracing the lines on Loki’s cheekbone. Loki can feel how worked up Mobius is underneath him, and Mobius can tell that the god’s boxers are straining, struggling to contain him.
Loki leans down, pressing his ice-cold lips to the agent’s, Mobius gasping softly, feeling the newness of it all. When Loki brings a hand up to Mobius’ cheek, he feels how big his hands are. How much bigger they are, and he can’t suppress a groan at this point.
Loki laughs a little, realizing that his hands were what caused that reaction. He knows they’re certainly freezing on Mobius’ cheek, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Loki rocks his hips slowly, wondering if Mobius would stop him. When he doesn’t, Loki continues, rocking them together slowly, pressing his cold lips to the agent’s neck, biting gently. Mobius’ breath hitches, and Loki realizes how much control he has over the agent. It’s almost never this way. He likes to be in control just fine, but he prefers for Mobius to take control of this bit.
“Loki,” Mobius groans, gripping the god’s hips, stilling them. “Loki, we should be working right now.” Mobius says feeling the god’s lips still on his neck, making chills appear on his skin.
“Oh Mobius,” Loki says, a smirk obvious on his face. He pulls back from Mobius’ neck and pecks his lips. “I can’t let you go into work looking like this.” Loki says, glancing at the very obvious tent in Mobius’ pants.
Mobius’ face goes red, huffing out a laugh. “Anything to get me to take a break, huh?” Mobius says, shaking his head, smiling fondly up at Loki.
“You know you love it.” Loki says, a grin on his face. He snakes a hand between them, gripping Mobius through his pants. Mobius groans and nods, agreeing with Loki.
“Love you.” Mobius says, making Loki smile. The agent loves to tell him that. He wants to make it known, since nobody ever really has for Loki in the past. Loki still struggles to say it himself. Even though they both know that he loves Mobius too, it’s rare that he says it.
Loki stands up, gripping Mobius’ tie, leading him back into the bedroom, abandoning his pancakes on the table. Mobius groans when Loki pushes him down on the bed, waving his hand, making all of Mobius’ clothes disappear. Mobius has gotten pretty used to that, but he isn’t yet used to Loki’s cold, blue hands feeling his body.
“Fuck,” Mobius groans, goosebumps rising everywhere that the god touches.
“Too cold?” Loki asks, pulling away slightly.
“No, no.” Mobius says, reaching for his arms. “Please don’t stop.” Mobius asks, putting the god’s hands back on himself.
Loki smirks, trying to hold that silver tongue of his. He fails though as he says “Begging, agent?”
Mobius laughs, letting his head fall back onto the bed, feeling Loki’s fingers ghosting over his skin, moving downwards.
Mobius nods quickly though when Loki pushes his knees up, the agent planting his feet into the bed, showing himself off for Loki. “Just gorgeous.” Loki says, mouthing at the agent’s thigh. Mobius nods, tilting his hips to give Loki better access.
Loki presses his fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his own saliva, and then pushing a finger into Mobius. Mobius groans and grips Loki’s wrist. His hands are so much bigger than normal, and he loves it. When Mobius takes a minute to get used to the intrusion, he lets go of Loki’s wrist, allowing the god to flick his finger up, push it in and out. Mobius moans softly, nodding, “When they say ‘frost giant’ they really mean giant.” Mobius comments, making Loki laugh and shake his head.
He pushes a second finger into Mobius, flicking them upwards, knowing that Mobius loves his hands like this. “You have got no idea.” Loki says, implying that something else is bigger too. Mobius moans, gripping the bedsheets, feeling those fingers, those cold fingers, massaging his prostate.
Mobius can feel himself getting close way too fast. He tries to warn Loki, tries to tell him that if he wants this to last any longer, he’d stop, but Loki speaks first. “I’ve got you, darling.” The god says, his voice dropping as he flicks his fingers up in tandem with one another. “C’mon Mobius, come for me.” Loki says, biting into Mobius’ thigh, making a clear mark.
Mobius lets out a loud moan, squeezing his legs together, trapping Loki’s arm and head between them. Loki flicks his fingers up continuously, keeping his lips on Mobius as he comes. Mobius is shaking, it’s the hardest he’s come like this in a long time.
When he’s spent, but Loki’s still going with his fingers, Mobius lets out a broken groan, legs shaking wildly. “Loki,” He whines, obviously overstimulated.
“So gorgeous.” Loki says into Mobius’ thigh, still not stopping.
Mobius’ chest is heaving for air, he can’t get enough, Loki’s never kept going afterwards, and he is being tortured with pleasure. He absolutely loves it, but it’s almost too much. Loki groans, coming in his boxers. He’d been palming himself, squeezing, stroking himself through the fabric this whole time.
When Loki finally lets out a breath, he stills his fingers, seeing Mobius shaking uncontrollably, his hands fisted in the sheets tightly. “Fuck, Mobius.” Loki says, seeing as the agent lets his legs fall apart again. He sees that the agent’s stomach is covered in come, his cock twitching helplessly spent.
Loki pulls his fingers out of Mobius, conjuring up a warm, wet washcloth to clean up the agent. He still hasn’t said a word, and Loki gets a little concerned that he went too far. He knew that Mobius had already come, but he wanted to see him completely helpless.
As Loki wipes Mobius’ stomach off, hesitating before wiping the washcloth over the head of his cock, he sees Mobius nod gently, looking down at Loki. Loki nods and continues to clean off the agent, getting rid of his own ruined boxers. When Mobius sees Loki, sees him in his Jotun form bigger than ever, he groans, throwing his head back onto the bed. He can’t take anymore, and he knows it, but he wants to so bad.
Loki wipes himself clean, shuddering at that warmth on him. When they’re both clean, he lays next to Mobius, who still hasn’t said a word. “Too much?” Loki asks gently, running a hand through the silver hair next to him.
Mobius looks over at Loki, amazed. “No, no, not too much.” Mobius says, his voice a little scratchy, deeper than usual.
“Are you sure, darling? We’ve never… kept going after.” Loki asks softly, bringing a hand to Mobius’ chest, running it back and forth, just wanting to touch the man.
“Loki, I would’ve said if it was too much. It was amazing.” Mobius says, laughing a little under his breath, rolling to face Loki. He places a hand on the side of his neck, his thumb stroking the lines on his chin that are slightly lighter blue than the rest of his skin.
Loki smiles, kissing Mobius softly. “Okay, I was a bit worried there for a minute.” Loki says, smiling, shaking his head.
“I’ll just have to show you then.” Mobius says, making Loki raise an eyebrow in a question. “I’ll show you just how good that felt. Not now, but tonight.” Mobius says, his eyes wide, remembering where they’re supposed to be. “Loki, we need to get up. Go to work.” He says, dismissing the small glimmer of purple across Loki’s cheeks. He didn’t even know he could blush in this form but based on the slightly warmer tint on his cheeks, he assumes he is.
“Fine, but I’m going to hold you to that.” Loki says, wanting to know just how good Mobius felt. He was shaking. Actually shaking. It must’ve been good.
“Oh, you won’t have to hold me to anything.” Mobius says, pressing a kiss to Loki’s purple cheek, sitting up. He stands, but his legs are still a bit wobbly. Loki comes to Mobius’ side, flicking his wrist, letting his magic dress Mobius. Mobius definitely noticed that his pants were definitely a size smaller than they should be.
“Loki,” Mobius says, a warning, obviously.
“What? They make your ass look wonderful.” Loki says simply, turning to Mobius, pulling him close, sliding a hand down to the back of Mobius’ pants, squeezing him.
“Haven’t had enough yet?” Mobius teases, shaking his head.
“Never.” Loki smiles, changing Mobius’ pants back to their original size. When Mobius goes to walk out of the room, Loki dresses himself with his own magic, stopping Mobius before he leaves completely. “Hey, Mobius.” Loki starts, seeing the agent turn back to him, probably expecting a joke of some sort. “I love you too.” Loki says instead, making Mobius smile.
“I know it, hon.” Mobius smiles, turning back on his heels, hoping that Loki will follow as he prepares an excuse as to why he was late to work this morning. Loki does, of course, shaking his head at Mobius’ response. He doesn’t say it much, but Mobius knows it.
“Ready to go?” Mobius asks, unlocking the door.
“Ready to get closer to tonight.” Loki says, smirking, walking out as Mobius holds the door open for him. Only then does he realize that he’s still in Jotunn form, so he switches back quickly before anyone else can see him. “That,” Loki says, referring to his form. “Is only for your eyes.”
“Good, because I love it.” Mobius smiles, locking the door behind them, preparing himself for how long this day is about to feel.