#Loki Sweet

[daisybell17]

Why do you love me? — Loki

“Why do you love me?” It came out of nowhere. You and Loki were just enjoying the silence of the night in your shared bed.

Looking up from the book in his hands, Loki’s eyebrows pressed together, a much more concerned look displayed the features of his face and his eyes locked onto yours…”What?”

“Why do you love me?” You repeated, eyes tearing up and that familiar pang in your throat rising

“Why do I love you? Because you’re…you?”

“What about me screams “I love you with all my heart!”?”

Loki chuckled and put his book away “Love I love you because you’re you. It’s that simple. I love every aspect of you, even the flaws you claim you have…I love…”

You started sobbing…

“Hey hey…Love what’s wrong?”

“Just…i don’t know…life? memories? everything? I feel like an idiot” You had admitted, letting your true feelings out

“You’re not an idiot for feeling…it’s being human…” He places his arms around your body, allowing you to rest your head against his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your arm and back

“I’m sorry…i know i ask so many stupid questions, but sometimes i really wonder why you love me…”

“You’re not stupid and don’t apologise please…I love you…you’re the most precious being I have had the honour to know…the fact you even entertained me in the first place is nothing short but a miracle…”

You looked up at him with a small smile plastering your face as tears continued to roll down your cheeks

“I know your mind makes you think all the bad thoughts…but my darling I will remind you today and for the rest of our lives that you are worthy, deserving and absolutely made for love…and i will fight anyone who says otherwise, even your own mind…

You buried your face into his chest as he continued to spoil you with sweet nothings

“and to answer your question again my darling…I love you…for you…kiss…for your heart…kiss…for your soul…kiss…your passion and drive…kiss…the strength you carry…kiss… the kindness you spread…kiss…and so…kiss…much…kiss…more…kiss…”

“thank you…for choosing me…” You murmured

“darling…i would choose you over and over again…you were never an option, you were always the only option”

You nuzzled against his neck and he lifted your chin, bringing your lips to his

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(a/n): i just wanted to write something sweet 🥹 i need a hug from loki tbh

[anonymousfiction211]

Getting through the winter

Summary Loki notices that something is amiss with you. With a little help from Natasha he makes it his mission to cheer you up, while battling with his own anxieties in the process.

Word count 2.640 words

Genre Angsty, fluff

A/N: A little different than what I usually witte. Hope you guys still like it!

Getting through the winter When he entered the living room he didn’t see your presence there. He did see Natasha on her phone, but that wasn’t the person he wanted to see. He casually walked to an empty chair, sitting down and looking around. He opened his book and pretended to read. His mind was occupied elsewhere. After looking for you at the library, kitchen, training room, game room and now living room, he still hadn’t found any sign of you. You weren’t on a mission and he had knocked on your bedroom door early in the morning, but he didn’t hear a sign of life on the other end.  

It was almost 11 o’clock in the morning. He was trying to recollect if you had gone out yesterday evening and maybe would be back late. But you weren’t your usual self for the last two weeks and he had noticed that you barely interacted with anyone. Which was unlike you.

He wouldn’t go as far to admit it, but he was starting to miss you. Normally, the two of you would be in the living room together in the morning. Getting up around the same time, you a little earlier than him. He would walk in, see you on the couch, reading the newspaper of that day, with a cup of coffee. After the first week that he was ‘part of the team’ and this event had occurred, you had put out an extra cup of coffee. To his surprise, you had never offered it to him, you had never even mentioned that it was for him, but he could only assume it was. Since there was nobody else around or even awake. So, he sat down next to you, started to read his book, and sipped on the coffee.

‘You’re welcome’ you had said after a while.

He only replied with a grunt.

Little by little, you started to engage conversation in the early mornings. And to his regret it took a lot longer than was necessary, but the two of you ended up as friends. Good friends, maybe even his best friend. It was something about your bubbly personality, the way you ignored all his attempts to push you away at first, how you were endlessly patient with him and always made sure that he felt included. It attracted him. More than he cared to show. But somehow he thought you already knew how much you really meant to him.

But he hadn’t seen you for that morning ritual for the last week and a half. After a few mornings he had even made a cup of coffee for you, as if that would summon you, still he had to try. But you never showed. Today was the first time he had knocked on your door in the early morning, no answer. He couldn’t figure out where you were, and his anxiety that you were avoiding him was starting to settle in. That, and his concern that something had happened. Something bad. It popped up in his head that maybe you had a boyfriend, and that the reason he didn’t see you until midday, was that you were in bed with him. That thought bothered him more than it should.

‘She’s still in bed’ Natasha suddenly said without looking up from her screen.

‘I beg your pardon?’ he replied.

She looked up from her screen, a little smirk across her face. From all the teammates he had, she was the only one he had to challenged him in that way. And while it was the most annoying thing, he also respected that she could keep up. ‘(Y/N), she is still in bed. Has been for the last mornings’ she answered.

‘So? Why tell me?’ he tried.

Rolling her eyes he gave her a murderous look. ‘(Y/N) always struggles in the winter. It has something to do with the lack of light, the cold. It’s called winter depression. And since most of the team has left a few days ago, it’s harder for her’

‘Oh’ was all he said.

He went back to his books, but couldn’t concentrate on the words. He was analysing every word Natasha had just told him. Trying to understand. Trying not to be hurt by he fact that he was all that you were struggling with, lack of light and cold. In his absent mind he started to fiddle with he corner of the page. Once he noticed he had folded the corner, he tried to straighten it. Aggressively trying to fix the page back in shape, as if that would help you.

‘So?’ Natasha said.

‘What?’

‘Aren’t you go run towards her? Trying to cheer her up?’ she said. The smirk was back on her face again.

‘And why would I do that?’

‘I know all about your morning rituals, she actually cares a lot about you. And the fact that you show up every morning tell me enough. Besides, you are a prince. I would expect it for you to play prince charming’ she explained.

She was right. For a moment he contemplated to stay seated and trying to casually bump into you this evening. Not giving Natasha the satisfaction that her assessment was right. But he needed to know that you were alright, even if he embodied everything you hated at the moment.

He got up, and walked away. Rolling his eyes at the smirk that was still plastered on her face. Before he left, he turned around.

‘Oh, by the way. Say hi to Banner when you see him tonight’ now it was his turn to look smug while he noticed the slight shock on her face.

He quickly made his way through your room. When he knocked on the door, you still didn’t answer. He knocked again, but still no sign of life. He was growing impatient. He needed to do something. He tried the doorhandle, but it was locked. He was impatiently pacing around in the hallway. And while it was a high risk for him to take, he decided to teleport in your room.

His eyes needed a minute to adjust to the dark. The curtains were still shut, making the room almost pitch black. His gaze was fixed on you. You laid curled up, blankets clutching in your hands while most of it was trapped between your legs. By the way you were breathing slowly he knew you were asleep. Feeling like he overstepped, he teleported back to the hallway.

Walking back to Natasha, he hated what he was about to do.

‘I need your help’ he almost spat, but restrained himself.

‘What do you want?’ she narrowed her eyes at you.

‘How do you fix winter depression?’ he asked.

‘Just google it, I don’t know’ she shrugged.

He awkwardly stood still in front of her. He hated when they used terms he didn’t understand. ‘I’ll show you’ she finally said. And he was glad that he didn’t have to ask for help again.

To his surprise, Natasha actually was helpful. She even helped him set up. After they were done she said that she was going out with Banner, apparently now that she knew he knew, she just admitted it. He liked that kind of honesty about her. Right before she left, he decided that he might try with her.

‘Natasha?’ he said. She turned around, looking a little confused at him. ‘Thanks’ he barely could make audible. But she smiled and nodded at him before she left.

Now all he needed was you.

‘(Y/N)’ he said quite loud on the other side of the door. He was relieved to hear some stumbling going on. You opened the door a just enough so he could see your face.

‘Yeah?’ the vulnerability in your voice broke his heart.

 ‘I made snacks and you need to eat’ he said.

‘I didn’t know you could cook?’ you sceptically asked.

‘All right, Natasha made snacks and you need to eat’ he replied. ‘Come, I’m not taking no for an answer. I haven’t seen you all day’ he sounded stern but shot you a smile, knowing that it was a friendly scolding.

‘She made your favourites’ he added.

‘Fine, I’ll go change’ you smiled, but he noticed it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Loki nervously waited in the living room. He was wondering if he did the right thing. Maybe you would be mad at him. Bu he needed to do something. He just prayed to the Norns that it would cheer you up, even if it was just slightly.

‘Oh my God’ his prayers were interrupted by your gasp.

You looked in total awe at the lightbulb strings that covered the entire living room. The normal lightning was switched off, adding to a cosy ambiance. Loki had spread out all the food on the coffee table in front of the couch. He had prepared all you favourite snacks, from devilled eggs, to different kind of cheeses, to nachos, chocolates and popcorn.

Next to the food he had multiple DVDs stacked on top of each other. He had chosen all comedies in the hope to hear you laugh tonight. He asked what you wanted to drink and went to the kitchen to get it. When he got back he was relieved to see that you had already taken a place on the couch. Wrapped up in a blanket with a plate of different snacks.

‘This is amazing’ you smiled at him.

‘Glad you like it, what do you want to watch?’ he asked.

‘Oh, just pick whatever’ you answered.

Not wanting to make the final choose he let you choose between two DVDs he selected. He put on the movie and to his surprise, you offered him the other half of the blanket. You sat the plate of food between you guys and nestled in to watch the movie.

While you seemed to relax, Loki grew more anxious. He had already put an arm on the back of the couch, wondering if he could slide it down your shoulder and tug you closer towards him. If that would comfort you, if that would upset you.

That’s when he heard you laugh. You had your attention with he movie, Loki hadn’t. But it didn’t matter, he could hear you laugh all night and it would be one of the best nights of his life. During he movie he tried to pay attention, but he shifted his focus to you now and then. When you laughed your whole face lit up, and it was hypnotizing for him to watch.

During the movie he noticed that you started to lean into his chest little by little. Loki’s whole body felt like it was on fire. But he had to remember, you didn’t like winter. You didn’t like darkness, you didn’t like cold, you couldn’t possibly like him.

The movie had come to an end. And you stretched yourself out. ‘So ehm.., do you want to watch another movie or play a game or something?’ you asked. ‘Oh it started to snow!’ you excited exclaimed.

You quickly shot up and walked towards the window. Loki missed your warmth, but was also quite confused about your reaction to snow.

‘Come on!’ you said. You grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the couch. He sheepishly followed you to balcony.  You stood outside, without a jacket, watching over the skyline of New York, while it was snowing.

‘What? I thought..’ he started but was at a lost for words.

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked.

‘I thought you hated winter, cold, darkness and everything?’

‘Who told you that?’ you asked.

‘Isn’t that what winter depression is?’ he was properly confused at the moment.

‘No, that’s not exactly. I do like winter. It’s just, daylight is so short these days. It messes up my rhythm, I don’t feel as energetic, I feel tired and a little sad. I just want to curl up and cuddle with a blanket, or someone’ you blushed a little.

‘Oh, I thought.. oh never mind’ he answered. Realizing he might have been jumping to conclusions about you hating everything he was. And wondering how he could even think that you did for a second. It wasn’t in your nature, it wasn’t you.

The two of you talked on the balcony in the snow. Loki wasn’t bothered by the cold, but he saw you starting to shiver a little. He conjured up a large blanket that draped around his shoulders. He moved behind you, grabbed the corners of the blanket and put his arms and the blanket around you as well. It was risky, but he couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

‘Thank you, this is nice’ you whispered.

‘I missed you in the mornings’ he whispered back.

‘I’m sorry. Getting up in the morning while it is still pitch black is quite difficult for me’

‘I can come and get you in the morning, if you want that is of course. Maybe we can go for a walk when the sun is getting up after that?’ Loki proposed.

‘I’d like that’ you said.

You turned around in his embrace, so you could face him. ‘I can’t thank you enough for cheering me up tonight. It gets harder when everyone is away’ you said.

Before he could respond he felt your soft lips press against his. The kiss was innocent and quick, you were blushing heavily and crept a little closer against his chest. ‘I think this winter with you won’t be so bad’ you said.

‘I’m glad I can be of service, darling. But now I insist you come back inside with me. Because, I can feel you shivering even under a blanket. I’m going to make you some hot chocolate’ he said.

‘Do you even know how to make hot chocolate?’ you asked.

‘I’m going to watch you make us some hot chocolate, but I get to decide how much whipped cream and marshmallow go on top. In return, you can pick the next movie’ he smirked.

‘Deal’ you said.

You had fallen asleep on his chest during the second movie. The movie had ended a long time ago, but Loki didn’t dare to move an inch. He was reading a book and glancing back to ensure you were still sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t believe his luck tonight.

He was startled when Natasha and Bruce entered the living room. Bruce was clearly surprised by the scene that was in front of him. If Natasha was shocked, she didn’t show it. She just nodded Bruce to move along. With one quick glance at Loki, he nodded at her and walked away.

‘I didn’t think you would turn so soft so soon’ Natasha said teasingly.

Loki couldn’t be bothered by the teasing with you in his arms. ‘She is the only exception, I can assure you’

‘Good, I like the two of you together. She has been chatting my ears off about how she likes you’ she said.

‘What? You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘Would you have believed me if I did?’ she asked.

‘That’s fair’ he said.

‘You know, she is a very deep sleeper. If you want you can carry her to bed. She won’t wake’

He looked down at you, and he knew that he could have carried you to bed and hour ago. ‘Just five more minutes’ he said. He wanted to savour every minute of you laying against him. ‘And thanks again, properly this time. I hope I can return the favour one day’

‘Yeah, I don’t think you and Bruce are quite a good fit yet. But who knows, maybe somewhere in the future. Anyway, you’re welcome and good night Loki’ she smiled.

‘Good night, indeed’ he said while he kissed the top of you head.

Taglist: @benaddictcumberbatch @joyful-enchantress @harlequin-hangout @eleniblue @misunderstoodself

[annoyingboing]

what in the rom com did i just watch

[p4nishers]

can't believe tom hiddleston ACTUALLY interrupted the interviewer to say "one last thing, i think mobius is loki's friend and i don't think loki has ever had a friend before" like king. i love how u felt the need to add that truly

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You park among the rows of cars as you vibrate with excitement. You asked Jada one last time if she wanted to come. When you told her Thor would be there, she scoffed and said you’d come back crying when you got stood up.

Silly her, it’s not a date. Derrrr. 

Your mom said it sounded fun but also declined your invitation. Something about the allergies you never knew she had before. You didn’t bother even telling your dad. He doesn’t care much what you’re up to. 

Still, they can’t rain on the day. It’s so sunny and bright and you’re going to have a lot of fun and make a new friend. You hope it’s not awkward. You would hate to be a third wheel. 

You get out and follow a family through the archway that denotes the entrance. You pay your entry fee and they put a red wristband on you. You smile and turn, squeeing as you see the best sign you’ve ever seen in your life; Bunny Patch. What’s that? 

You rush over to the pen of bunnies, between the pie vendor and the berry lemonade stand. This is a lot more than you expected. You fawn at the furry little creatures, some hopping, some lazing around, others chewing on carrots and lettuce. You like the ones with the long hair on their cheeks. So, cute. 

“Sweetness,” the thunderous voice scatters the children at your side. 

You turn to face Thor as he marches toward you, his hand around that of a pretty woman in a red dress. It’s sophisticated and cute with bows on the straps. You’re a bit insecure about your own choice of pink capris and a polka dot blouse with heart buttons. 

“Ah, there she is. Kitten, this is the friend I spoke of. Sweetness, this is my beloved, Queenie,” Thor gestures between you. 

“Hi,” you open and close your hand in an awkward half-wave, suddenly nervous. 

“And...” Thor continues then searches behind him. “Brother, what are you doing?” 

“It smells like rabbit droppings,” a voice slithers behind him. 

“Hm, yes, that would likely be the rabbtis,” Thor tuts. “Here,” He reaches behind him and pulls a man up next to him. An inch short and more than a few less horizontally. The man is lithe, like a cat, his black hair as sleek as his suit. “I’ve brought a fourth to even out our party. My brother, Loki.” 

The man’s green eyes narrow on you and he looks you up and down. He turns to his brother with a crinkle in his nose. He rips his arm from the other man’s grasp roughly, “you’ve brought me to this place for what? To stain my hands on crushed berries?” 

“I brought you here to have fun,” Thor deepens his tone. “So, you will behave and be nice.” 

“Yes, mother,” Loki rolls his eyes. He crosses his arms and turns his chagrin upon the bunnies. “Ugh, filthy animals.” 

You look at the other woman and she seems just as unsettled by the whole affair. “Look at that one,” you step closer to the pen door. “The black one. He looks soft.” 

“Ah, reminds me of you, Loki,” Thor slaps his back as he drags the woman at his side up to the stall. “Look, he even glowers like you. Likely why the others keep their space.” 

Loki huffs and doesn’t say a word. You glance over at the other woman and smile at her sheepishly. She looks back at you with a hollow smile of her own. 

“I like your dress,” you say. “The bows are pretty.” 

“Oh, thanks,” she peeks up at Thor. “It was a gift.” 

“Oo, nice.” You say, “um, are you excited to pick berries?” 

“Yeah, sure, I suppose... it’s nice to get out,” she nods. 

“Go on then, we’ll catch up. Save some room in the baskets,” Thor bends to kiss her cheek then lets her go. “I think my brother needs some of that berry wine to loosen his collar.” 

You smile at them. Thor returns the sentiment but Loki just shakes his head. The latter is led away by a large hand on his shoulder. You exhale and return your attention to the other woman. 

“Have you known Thor a very long time?” You ask. 

“Oh, erm,” she shrugs, “we just... it’s new.” She peers around and points toward the table trading baskets for money. “Let’s go get some berries.” 

“Right,” you agree. 

You cross the dirt and wait your turn in line. You’re a bit awkward. It’s just that new people make you nervous and you didn’t expect Loki too. 

“Have you known Thor a while?” She asks you suddenly. 

You blanch at her, “oh no, I met him the other day. He told me... he wanted me to meet you. That you needed a friend.” 

“Oh, he did? I guess I do,” she says thinly. 

“I’m sorry. You know? If this is too much. If you don’t want to know me.” You sink your chin down. “My own sister doesn’t even like me.” 

“Hm, mine either,” she says. “It’s not your fault. Don’t be sorry.” She sniffs and lets out a sigh. “I really could use a friend.” 

“Me too,” you trill. “What are you going to do with your berries? I wanna try making jam.” 

“I don’t know. Didn’t think about it,” she says. 

“Well, you can think as we pick,” you grab her hand and pull her up to the table as your turn comes. 

You get your baskets and head off into the rows of berries. You scavenge a mostly untouched patch at the far end. You tell Queenie about your sister and her friends. She doesn’t say a lot about herself though. 

“Ah, and have we a full harvest?” Thor stamps onto a bunch of berries and they burst into the dirt. He lifts his foot with a guilty, “oops.” 

“Do watch where you step, brother,” Loki sneers. 

“I find it hard to concentrate with such pretty women around,” Thor turns and squats next to Queenie. He picks some berries and drops them into her basket. “Mother always made a nice strawberry rhubard, didn’t she? She might show you the recipe, kitten.” 

Queenie nods. Loki stays standing, right beside you. You look up as his silhouette darkens in the sunlight. He huffs and says nothing. 

“Brother, you should join in. It’s rather fun. I feel as if I am a farmer in the old days,” Thor muses. 

You take a lush berry and admire the redness. You smell it and take a bite, tasting the sweetness. You hum and another scoff comes from above. 

“What are you doing? That is unwashed?” 

You peer up and chew, swallowing abruptly as you hide the uneaten leaves in the basket. “Nothing,” you lie. 

Thor chortles and murmurs something you can’t make out to Queenie. 

“You will get a parasite,” Loki insists, “you should wash all fruit before consuming.” 

“Can you blame her? She is picking all alone. She needs the sustenance for all her hard work,” Thor taunts. 

Loki flicks his fingers at his brother. He stares down at you tersely. You look down then lift another berry, raising your chin at the same time, “try one.” 

“Are you mad? I just told you. You’ll have worms crawling in your brain.” 

“Hm, well, worth it,” you bite the berry. “They’re yummy.” 

“Don’t--” He bends his knees and swats away what’s left in your hand, “that’s dangerous.” 

Thor purrs under his breath as he reaches across Queenie to dump a handful into her basket. You peel your eyes away from the intimate moment. You shrug and look at Loki. 

“I’ll be fine.” You grab another berry and he catches your hand before you can raise it to your mouth. You turn the berry between your fingers and aim it at him. “Try it.” 

He narrows his eyes. You smile. He lets you go and snatches it. He stares it down and takes the smallest bite of the tip. 

“Tastes like dirt,” he flings it away. “Told you, they need to be washed.” 

“Hmm, well, once we fill the basket, I’ll be sure to do so,” you hold up the wicker. 

He gives it a dull look then reaches to collect berries, pinch by pinch until he has a handful. He tosses them into your basket. You put your focus back to the tangled leaves and stems. This isn’t so bad. Better than Jada and her insults. 

[dilfmobius]

a little mobius pick-me-up

[lokimobius]

LOKI S01E02 “The Variant”

[meep-meep-richie]

Loki, my dear, what´s going on in that beautiful head of you

[finleycannotdraw]

“it’s about who”

continuing my saga of having way too much fun drawing kisses and hands <3

wanted to draw something sweet bc we’ve only got one more episode!! how are we feeling?

[plscallmeeren]

H E A D C A N O N S

Loki Laufeyson / Odinson x Reader

Request: no just feeling in love

Summary: completely mixed batch of romantic headcanons including fluff, smut and some toxic things that would probably come into play at some point

Warnings: some general sexual stuff but nothing rough lol; mentions of extreme jealousy etc

Word Count: about 1K

He loves recommending books to you and talking about them afterward. It used to be him accidentally gushing about a book (usually poetry or fairy tales) and at some point you just started reading them without him knowing. Eventually he gave up on keeping the titles secret.

At first he was put off when you weren't too submissive during sex, but he adopted the "treat her like a Queen" idea and now, without diminishing his own pride, he looks forward to worshipping you every day.

He loves dancing - spinning you around the room, slow steps, but very close - anything. If you are in a room filled with of people he can show you off, but alone it is just as intimate.

When he's insecure, he can revert to considering himself superior. You generally let him be aloof for a while before addressing the problem directly, but it's a struggle every time to make him admit why he has low self esteem.

He has a treasured copy of Nordic fairy tales with beautiful illustrations that he shows only you. He lets you tenderly flip the pages, in awe at wonders like forest fairies, nymphs, glamorous witches and hags alike. Not like Thor, that 'oaf'.

One night, you sat on the edge of the your shared bed, legs bare, teasing him for how desperately he wanted you. He knelt before you, whispering "please", kissing his way up from your ankle to your thigh on one leg.

Loki hates it when she is a woman and is handles awkwardly at first. You have a habit of immediately talking to her or circling an arm around her waist when she enters the room so that she can't worry to the point of turning back into a male body.

He loved hearing his name from your lips as he pleasures you: "Loki, Loki, Loki". It is only right for a god to be subject to whispered prayer.

He makes fun of/critiques Thor a lot, but in quieter moments he loves telling childhood stories and Thor's adventures. On darker days he will ask whether you're sure you wouldn't prefer Thor - after all, everyone else did.

He lives to kiss you. It sounds dopey, but anywhere, anytime, in front of everyone - kissing you on the lips, on your neck, hair, chest, arms, especially hands. Anything to taste you, to feel as close as possible.

She feels particularly sound in her own body when you fuck her as a woman. When she's spread out before you, bare, there's no hiding who she is, and you are more than happy to ravage her as much as their common body.

Loki doesn't need much sleep. At night, he sometimes feels lonely and yearns for the halls of Asgard. He cries quietly in bed, careful not to wake you. Some days, he retreats to the library and sobs, cries absorbed by surrounding stories.

Tea. Tea. Tea. Always. And every time he makes a cup for himself, you get one, too. He knows your favourites and which ones you like at what time of day.

He writes you letters. Love letters full of poems - some of his own hand and others quoted - and confessions. Every swooping letter is drawn with careful precision, every reference a new find from the library in honour of you. Such a hopeless romantic. When you write such letters back, leaving them with him before he wakes, he almost sheds tears of bliss.

If you have tattoos or scars or burns - anything of the like - he will trace them, stare at them as he comes, turned on endlessly by every unique mark on your body. All his. No one else knows every freckle like him.

He is possessive. He always has been, and as much as you try and calm him and prevent jealousy... sometimes he yells at you for talking to someone else too much. Sometimes he whispers that you have betrayed him like his father. Sometimes you find him searching through your things; what for, you will never know.

Loki loves your laugh, and he will do the most ridiculous things to earn it. Before knowing you, he would have considered every antic and joke beneath him and embarrassing, but he hardly cares anymore. That is, until Thor laughs so loud from beside you that he can't hear anything at all.

Stargazing. He points out every constellation, knows every myth - some are inspired by people he knows.

He reads to you. He takes you on surprise picnics and plans fancy evenings.

He loved how you see through his lies and tall tales, but take him seriously or laugh anyway. Every one of them has a grain of truth, after all, and it doesn't make him untrustworthy.

He doesn't really swear, but secretly likes it when you sound harsh talking to others.

Loki will talk about your future all the time, especially after making love, rambling on about your house, lifestyle, garden, parties.

You talk for hours at once, incorrigible.

No one can calm him down like you. The moment you touch his arm when he's yelling at Thor or anyone else, it ceases, but he sometimes pretends to be angry a bit longer, just enough to get to your room and keep his pride in front of the others.

Loki loves you. Selflessly. Eternally. Insatiably.

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞!

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔! 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒚!

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I'll go first...

Okay... the Governor and I are headed to Vienna to catch a show at the theatre and I'll be gifted a love letter! I love this man to bits but I'm expecting a double cross... ❤️🥀

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[lokiusly]

Mobius is so “I’m eating a salad for lunch because I know I’m going to eat a slice of pie, drink hot cocoa, and devour any other sweets I find later on in the day” and i love him for that.

[prettydjarinsoloinspires]

before season 2 aired i thought we would never get our original Mobius back. I thought they were going to shove Sylki down our throats. i thought i was going to have to slough through a poorly written, unbearable season of tv just to get little crumbs of Loki and Mobius interacting.

but this. this far surpassed anything i could have hoped for. even if this story hadn’t been Loki’s i would have devoured it. it was clever and well thought out. it was well written with amazing sets and lighting and music. it played up strengths from season 1 that i thought for sure they had long abandoned. like the incredible and compelling setting that is the TVA. and making the cast an ensemble with the already stellar cast they had (and adding the instantly lovable O.B.). Tom was excellent. Owen was phenomenal. and every scene we got with them together was a gift.

the story was crafted with care and forethought and amazing attention to detail. you can’t say that about most big budget studio stories these days. i’m so in awe of everything this season was. it far surpassed season 1 for me and honored the legacy of Loki in a way i never could have dreamed. i honestly think it will go down as one of the most epic seasons of tv ever, for me.

it may have ended bittersweet, but it really didn’t feel like the end of Loki and Mobius’s story to me. it definitely feels like there’s more to tell. and i can’t wait.

[lexluvswriting]

☆ Too Sweet.

"I think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me..."

- Too Sweet; Hozier.

-> Pairing: Loki x fem! chubby!reader.

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader! she/her prns used, fem genitalia used. chubby reader!

-> TW: Shibari! Consent discussed beforehand, (light) dubcon bc like reader is tied up, no use of y/n, porn with slight plot, p in v, gagging, bondage, praising and light body worship? Loki likes thick girls. argue w the wall. Mentions of sex in front of a mirror at the end !! <3

W/C: 1.8k

╰┈➤ Lex's note: okay... is this totally self indulgent? yes. have i gone down a massive Loki spree? yes. Hozier, the man you are. YES, fans, I HAVE been listening to 'Too Sweet' by Hozier on repeat for the last 10 minutes. How did you know aha ha. Erm, I hope i ate w this. i think i did? but if nobody reassures me as soon as they read this then ill probably die (joke). lmk how we feel about this!!

Your eyes were captivating.

The colour seemed to look correct only in your irises, Loki believed. He loved you. He loved every breath you stole, and every breath you gave. He loved looking at your lips and zoning out on them when you'd babble inanely on a topic you thoroughly enjoyed. Loved the way you'd bite at your lip when you tried to hide a cheeky smile. Loki loved the way you fidgeted with the jewellery you wore- the many necklaces layered, the many bracelets with charms that jingled and clinked together softly every time you waved your arms around. He especially loved the way you styled yourself- he was always thoroughly amused and interested in the way you expressed yourself through your choices of fashion. The colours you used seemed to look good on you only. As well as on the bedroom floor after he'd tear them off you.

There was once a time where Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, thought you were too sweet for him. You were sweet cocktails, and milky brown coffees with a pump of sugary syrup. You were fresh fruits and cream, an innocent treat on a lovely summer's day.

While he was the absolute epitome of bitterness. Whiskey, neat. Coffee, black. Black as the hole in his heart every time he'd be distant from you. So he made you his muse- he became your shadow.

And he didn't regret it one bit- not with the way you currently looked beneath him.

Your glossy lips were smudged and puffy from being kissed before a ball gag split them apart, nestled comfortably in between to make your sentences a mumbled whine. The rope that wound around your body made your plush skin bulge slightly against the tightness of the confines, holding every bit of fabric from your clothing in place tight as possible, as if it was there for one purpose only. He was a firm believer in having a bit of meat in his meals, always. So when he saw the way the soft fat of your thighs, and the way the smooth curves of your breasts bulged against the snug of the shibari rope, his cock twitched, and he couldn't help but laugh softly. Look at him, cock jumping in his pants like a virgin. How laughable.

It was your fault, of course. Your hazy, lust-filled eyes as you happily squirmed while he pulled the rope around you carefully, the process slow and calculated, pressing his lips over every curve, every surface of skin like worship at a temple. The temple he was about to destroy.

"My pretty girl... my goddess." He couldn't help but gush sweetness when it came to you, cupping your face as he stood in front of you, his legs hitting the side of the bed. You were on your knees, calves tucked under you as you sat on your haunches, bound prettily with dark green rope that contrasted your skin with a soft glow- his choice, of course. When you suggested the concept of 'shibari' to him, he was sceptical at first. But when he saw why it was revered as an 'art', he practically frothed at the mouth, cock rising in his pants at the ideas that formed.

You, currently bound, gagged and absolutely loving life, hummed in response to his cooing praise, leaning into his touch as you wiggled happily on the shared bed, looking up at him with hazy, lustful eyes that were glazed over with adoration- and an insatiable need for him. Your cunt clenched eagerly around nothing, but his fingers running over the line of your jaw, down your throat, and over the rope that cut into your skin gently was promise enough that he'd give you the attention you craved so desperately.

"You drive me mad, darling. Do you like that? Do you like knowing this," He ran a hand down his chest, over his bulge, which was not discreet in the slightest with the way it tented in his pants, "Absolutely aches for you? This is what you do to me." He hissed as he pulled himself free from the confines of his trousers, and he inwardly grinned at the way your eyes widened in delight as you whined, watching him stroke himself.

He wore a dark green button down shirt, sleeves rolled up at the elbow with the two top buttons undone. His hair was mussed in that attractive messy way that you always talked about. He didn't know what you meant, but he figured it was something good if you were always 'jumping his bones' about it. He had set the scene perfectly for you both tonight, but the look in your eyes was enough for him to give in already. He felt warmth tingle through him as he stroked himself, glancing down at the way he leaked for you. Always for you. Such a spoilt girl. His girl.

Loki grit his teeth, before pulling you close by the rope harness around your torso, his cock nudging against your stomach, pre cum smearing against your skin, making you whine through the ball gag. Drool began to run down the sides of your lips, and the God let out a mirthful chuckle, stroking the side of your face before pulling your chin up, making you look at him. "Such a needy little thing. So spoiled. Shall I spoil you more, hm?"

He forced you around gently, your naked back against his clothed chest, your body squirming against his eagerly, your pretty eyes blinking up at him as you whined garbled pleas, rocking your hips back impatiently. Your restricted movement made Loki smile, and he chuckled as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, before kissing straight down, over your spine.

"My sweet girl. My pretty goddess. A delicacy, all for me." He cooed, and you shuddered, eyelids fluttering shut as you keened softly for him, for the way his hands groped you, running over the soft pudge that shaped your body. Loki lost himself, almost completely forgetting his weeping erection as he kissed down your back, over your shoulders, around your neck. Then, with a wave of his left hand while his right hand pushed you down, the ropes shifted, freeing your thighs to be spread before you were tied again, ass arced up in the air on display for him.

His hands roamed over the globes, and he pressed his kisses- as well as a few loving nips that made you squeak, before he leaned down to what he was looking for. His eyes honed in on your glistening cunt, your folds wet and twitching prettily as he blew cold air before chuckling to himself, like you were an amusing little toy. He had to stop himself from being too cruel, and licked at the nectar that seeped from your slit, enjoying the way you whined for him. "Very vocal tonight, my love." He sighed mockingly, as if you were troubling him. Of course you were, when you tasted as sweet as you did. Almost too sweet.

He knelt in front of the bed and lapped at you hungrily, hands gripping at your bound flesh enough to leave red lines from where his large fingers marked you. He let out a soft growl that dissolved into a groan- how could something as sweet and gentle as you get him so riled up? The depravity that tore through him would scare away any normal partner.

He supposed he should've sent a little 'thank you' to whatever higher power decided you'd be absolutely perfect in creation then. His tongue was hot against your sex, and his soft pants made your toes curl and sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pulled you apart with his mouth. He absolutely loved eating you out- loved the way he could feel you fall apart on his tongue. That was his power. Putting you on the throne of the world with his love. Your body flinched and twitched as he ate you out so desperately, and you whined in response to the image that procured in your head- chin glistening, lips smudged from how intensely he focused on his craft; the craft of making you cum. He licked and sucked, and from the way you got wetter, he could tell you were thinking about him. He toyed with you a bit more before finally letting you cum, directing his tongue to work and stroke

"Getting restless, my love?" He hummed, licking his lips and wearing a fox-like grin as he lifted his left hand, slipping two careful fingers into you to scissor and stretch your weeping cunt in preparation for what you had been craving for the past hour and a bit. His other hand was spent working himself, though he was stiff as a pole from the moment you had shyly offered him the rope and the salacious proposition. You both had been craving this for the longest time- of course, you had spent all day together anyway, but the magic in the intimacy that happened once night shrouded your part of the world as indescribable.

Usually, he could lovingly torment you for hours, watching you helplessly drip your arousal onto the sheets below, but tonight was all about you. You wanted him to be rough, and mean, the facade he usually liked to put on- but he couldn’t help but worship the curves that made up your body, his gentleness a refreshing buffer from the depravity you two usually indulged in. So when your garbled moans sounded, Loki immediately removed his fingers and aligned himself at your sopping wet entrance, substituting his digits for his godly cock, pushing himself in and releasing a guttural groan- one that came from the depths as he felt your cunt greedily suck him in, enveloping him in your warmth, as if you were seducing him to never leave as he sank deeper within you. He’s completely drunk on you, losing his cool as his eyes hone in on where you two meet, enjoying the feeling of your clenching as he repeatedly sinks into you with slow, deliberate thrusts.

He glances up to see your face, only to notice your head facing forward, your darling eyes transfixed on- Ah. He understands and leans forward to wrap a careful hand around your throat, holding it gently as he pulled you up, both of you watching the mirror that was ‘coincidentally’ placed in front of your bed- you had no regrets, and he certainly put it to use for you the first night you two shared the room. Your eyes met in the reflection, and his head tilted coyly, nudging the side of your face gently as he humped into you, while you were still tied up all pretty for him. Your gagged moans and whines were music, and he swore that with every thrust, he could hear the sound of wedding bells somewhere off in the distance.

Sometimes Loki wonders if you’re too sweet for him. But when he sees your perfect eyes rolling into the back of your head as his calculated thrusts send his cock stretching you out for him, he’s content. When he sees your sweet little cheeks flushed pink as you eagerly watch with glossy, lust-glazed eyes, the image of yourself being impaled on his cock over and over, Loki realises that you’re perfect.

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: AH i didn't go too crazy w this pls forgive me, i was in the mood for somethin soft 🙂‍↕️ BUT ! i will HAPPILY take requests for more 😗

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“That was awesome. We have so many berries,” you dust the dirt off your capris as you stand. “What are you going to make with yours?” 

Loki squints up at the sky and doesn’t answer. You frown. He’s not paying attention. 

“Brother,” Thor calls him back to earth, “the little one asked a question.” 

“You may keep them all,” he says as he puts his chin down. “I have no need of berries.” 

“But... you helped pick them all. You should get some. Oo, have you ever tried berries and a cream? Or you could make a smoothie--” 

“I said keep them,” he slithers and pushes his jacket back to slide his hands into his pockets. “Are we done then?” 

“You’ve nowhere important to be,” Thor insists. “I would know.” 

You sway awkwardly. You don’t want to be a nuisance. Not like you always are. 

“You know, I had lots of fun. With all of you, but I think I should just go home now,” you suggest. “Thanks for coming.” You smile at Queenie, “it was nice to meet you.” You turn and look at Loki, “and you.” 

He peers down his nose at you as his lips thin. “It wasn’t entirely unpleasant.” 

You look back at the others, “what about the berries?” Queenie asks, “you could come over and show me how to make something.” She pauses and looks at Thor. He grins. 

“Of course she can,” he assures. “You could come now, even.” 

“I appreciate that but I gotta get going.” 

“We will message and arrange the details then,” Thor declares. “Drive safe.” 

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Queenie murmurs grimly. 

“I can’t wait,” you say. “Thank you for all your help, Loki.” 

His cheek ticks and he pushes his shoulders up, “it was nothing. Only got my suit dirty.” 

You giggle. He’s funny. Well, now he knows not to wear something so nice to a berry farm. 

“Alrighty, I’ll be going then. I wanna get some pictures of the bunnies before I go,” you chime. “Buh bye!” 

You turn and skip off. You’re wired with excitement. It might not have been a shining success but you made one friends at least. Queenie is nice and it seems like she needs a friend too. 

You stop by the bunny stall and snap some photos before you head off. You’ve spent enough money and time there. Besides, you don’t like driving in the dark and it’s a lot later than you thought. 

When you get home, your sister is there with Estelle. You head to kitchen to put your berries in the fridge. As you make space, Jada enters with her minion at her side. 

“Did you have fun playing in the dirt like a child?” She taunts. 

“Sure did,” you say as you slide the basket onto the shelf. 

“Sure looks like you did,” Estelle scoffs. 

You look down at your outfit. You have berry just on one knee and some soil on the other. Oh well, they aren’t your favourite pants. 

“You could’ve come. It was really cool. They had bunnies and a horse cart.” You say. 

“Did he stand you up?” Jada asks, ignoring your suggestion. 

“Stand me up? Who?” 

“Oh, don’t play dumb. Thor. You said that’s what he asked you outside the cafe. So what happened? Did he realise you’re a loser?” 

“I told you, he said he wanted me to meet his girlfriend. She’s nice,” you shrug. 

“Nice? She’s probably too good for you. I mean, she’s dating him.” She snickers. “Do you even know who Thor Odinson is? What he does?” 

“I would know. You gush about him all the time,” you stick your tongue out. 

“That’s not true,” she snaps. 

Estelle laughs, “you kinda of do... along with the rest of them.” 

“He’s a criminal,” Jada says. 

You just stare at her. “So why’d you let me go? I'm your sister?” 

“Oh, don’t do that,” she puffs. “You always are so pathetic. And stupid. You’re an adult, you can take care of yourself.” 

“Come on, Jada, don’t be bitter. You’re the one who’s obsessed with the outfit.” Estelle nudges her. 

“You’re taking her side?” Jada turns on her. 

“No, hell no. But you’re being dramatic. I bet he thought it was funny. She’s so dumb, it’s like having a clown at the party. Something to laugh at,” Estelle jeers. 

“Exactly,” Jada agrees and laugh tritely, “she is a clown.” 

You frown but don’t argue. She’ll just keep calling you names. You wait for her to go before you retreat to your room. The triumph of your day is quickly blotted out by the spiteful chittering you can hear in the front room. 

You wash up and get changed for bed. Maybe Queenie won’t message. Maybe it was all just a game to Thor. After all, what are you compared to him and his pretty, sophisticated girlfriend? And his brother seemed entirely unimpressed by it all. 

You fall asleep in a roil of doubt. You awake, little by little, and linger in bed as you search for the will to get up. You yawn and rub your eyes. You stand up and step into your slippers that look like cows. 

You go out to the kitchen and groggily flip on the electric kettle. As you wait for the water to boil, you go to the fridge and open it mindlessly. It’s more of a habit than an actual mission for anything. You skim the shelves and notice the empty space where your basket of berries should be. 

You let the door shut and look around the kitchen. The basket is empty on the counter. It must have been Jada. It’s like when you got that bottle of Coach perfume with your first pay check and she smash it against the school wall. 

What a waste. 

You hang your head and go back to your room. You’re hurt but not surprised. She’s been doing stuff like this for so long, you’re almost numb to it.  

You close your door slowly as you spot the dark stains across the front of your dresser. You flip the lights on and see the berry-coloured fingerprints all around the drawers. You cross the room and open the top drawer. You check every one and find the same thing in all. You must have slept through it all. 

All your clothes are smeared in berries. They’re starting to stink too. You take out a couple shirts and sigh. You could cry but that would only make Jada laugh louder. 

You shut the drawers and grab your phone from the charger. You go back to the kitchen as you weigh the day laundry to be done. A message pops up as you pour boiling water over a tea bag. You read the screen and swipe up the phone from the counter. 

‘I’ll send a car at noon. Queenie is looking forward to it.’ 

You read a re-read the invitation. It doesn’t leave you any room for rejection. Recalling Jada’s words, you don’t think it is an option. Thor might be nice but he is who he is. You might be just as stupid as they say getting yourself tangled up in all this mess. Yet, your only family are much more sinister than these people your sister claims to be criminals. You’ll take your chances with them. 

[dilfmobius]

just a little lokius fic set right after X-5's capture :)

“We’ll be right behind you,” says Loki, waving B-15 off.

She looks at him, eyebrow raised, but walks through the time door with X-5 securely cuffed at her side.

“Uh, Loki?” Mobius asks, confused.

“You okay?” Loki asks, shoulders squared and hands in his pockets. He’s tense.

“What?” Mobius blinks at the god in front of him. “Yeah, I’m fine?”

“Are you sure? X-5 pushed you into the wall pretty hard.” Loki clears his throat and continues, “Looked like you hit your head.”

Mobius’ reaches to touch the back of his head, his fingers brushing a small, tender lump. He winces.

Loki takes notice and moves in closer. He replaces Mobius’ hand with his own, gently cradling the back of his head.

Green light glows from Loki’s palm and Mobius feels a thrumming across his skull. It’s not painful or uncomfortable, in fact it’s one of the most comforting feelings Mobius’ has ever experienced. His breath hitches, at the sudden warmth caused by Loki’s magic and proximity.

Loki looks down at Mobius, eyes dancing between the agent’s gaze and his slightly parted lips.

It would be so easy to pull Mobius in, close the gap between them, and for Loki to seal his mouth over Mobius’.

Instead, he finishes healing the bump on Mobius’ head, and steps away. His gaze is soft and he isn’t as tense as he was moments ago. 

Mobius swallows, pushing down the hot desire that had built in his chest. He really thought for a moment that Loki was going to kiss him, and that it was going to be the most glorious thing that has ever happened to him.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Loki’s voice pulls Mobius back. 

“Um, no, I’m really fine now.” Mobius touches the spot on his head where a lump should be, but touches nothing but smooth hair and healed skin. “Promise. And, uh, thank you.”

Loki smiles at him and reaches out to grab Mobius by the forearms. He smooths his hands over the rough fabric, up and down, and Mobius feels himself flush ever so slightly . 

The amount of tender care Loki is performing for Mobius is such a turn from minutes ago when he had X-5 up against that wall, pinned by the shadows of his two clones. The piercing, dark gaze reserved for X-5 has now softened, and Mobius is swallowed by pools of tranquil blue.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” Loki says, casually, and it catches Mobius off guard. “And you’re welcome.” Mobius can’t help the dopey smile that spreads across his face at Loki’s sincerity.

They stand there for a moment, just smiling softly at each other like idiots. It’s nice.

Mobius is the one to speak up.

“By the way, that whole thing. The crowd,” Mobius waves behind him and then gestures towards the spots where the two other Lokis stood, “Conjuring up multiple yous. That sure was something.”

Loki just shrugs. “You’ve seen me do it before, I’m sure, in your many years of studying me.” There’s a slight teasing tone in the god’s voice that puts Mobius at ease.

“Sure, it’s one thing to see it on a screen,” Mobius says. “But to see it in person? To see you in action like that? I know I said it was a little over the top, but it’s awesome. You’re awesome.”

Loki chuckles and looks down at his shoes, willing the moisture in his eyes away. And because Mobius knows Loki, he tries to distract him by saying,

“Now, was that illusion projection or duplication casting?”

“Oh, shut up,” Loki says looking back up at Mobius, he laughs and a stray tear makes its way down his face.

Now it’s Mobius turn to inch forward. He reaches up to wipe Loki’s cheek, and lets his hand linger to cradle his face.

Loki sniffs and leans into Mobius’ palm, almost nuzzling into the touch. 

“We should go,” says Mobius. “B-15 will come looking for us.”

Loki nods and Mobius pulls away. Neither revel in the sudden cold left between them.

Mobius taps away at his TemPad and pulls up a door. The agent nods for Loki to follow him but before Mobius can move Loki grabs his arms and pulls him back.

“Loki, wha—“ Mobius is cut off by soft lips pressed against his.

It’s quick, a peck really, nothing major, but Mobius freezes as Loki pulls away, his brain stuttering to a halt. Loki retreats back a little and shoves his hands in his pants pockets once more.

“Better late than never, I suppose,” Loki says with a shy smile on his lips.

“Loki,” Mobius breathes out and closes the gap between them once more.

His hands come up to hold Loki’s face and Loki is swift to wrap his arms around Mobius’ waist. They kiss, softly and with purpose, forgetting about the disaster waiting for them through that glowing, orange door. 

There isn’t a soul around to spoil this one precious moment. It’s all theirs, and it’s all that matters; wrapped around each other in this empty lot in 1977 London.

Loki’s hands wander underneath Mobius’ suit jacket and slide up his back, bringing him even closer, if that’s possible. Mobius sighs into Loki’s mouth and tangles his fingers in the god’s soft, dark curls, unable to deny the heat unfurling in his belly.

Loki is the first one to pull away, much to Mobius’ dismay. He presses their foreheads together and bumps his nose against Mobius’.

“We really do need to be going,” the god says quietly.

“When all of this is over,” Mobius starts, “and we’ve won… will you stay?” 

Loki’s throat feels tight, constricting around the lump of emotion settling there, and his eyes water.

“Where else would I go?” Loki asks.

“Anywhere you want,” Mobius replies. “You could go home.”

Loki shakes his head and presses forward to place another kiss to Mobius’ lips, sweeter this time, feeling the lump in his throat dissolve into his chest and blooms into something warm and promising.

When they pull apart, Loki looks down at his analyst and says, “I’m already there.”