#Lokius fanfiction

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Loki, singing: He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's on thin fuckin’ ice Mobius, also singing: Santa Claus is calling you out!

[dreamycloud]

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy for the ask game! <3

Thank you for the fun prompt! I knew exactly where I wanted to set their drunken kiss ;) (This one gets a little bit spicy, mainly because that’s a heck of a lot of whisky for them both to have ingested lol). Also posted on AO3!

Loki had to find Sylvie, stop Dox from destroying the branched timelines, and stabilize the Temporal Loom. A hefty list of missions. Throwing back alcohol was strictly prohibited under these circumstances. For the first time in a long time, Loki faced his problems stone cold sober.

That was, until Mobius pressed an unusually full glass of whisky into his hand.

Loki swirled the glass, causing the amber liquid to spill over the side. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” he said, feigning ignorance, “but whisky isn’t supposed to reach the lip of the glass.”

“What’s a little extra for celebrating? We caught Brad.” Mobius took a smooth sip, throat bobbing, without even a wince from the intense burn. “B-15 gave us permission to stay behind and take five. I’m not about to go against her orders.”

Brad. Not X-5. Loki crinkled his nose in distaste. Why did Mobius have to use the name X-5 stole? It sounded intimate, like he and X-5 were more than just hunter and prey. Loki’s fist clenched at his side.

Mobius narrowed his eyes. “See? You need to cool off. Otherwise you’re going to compromise the rest of the mission. So drink up.”

Loki did not drink. He swirled the glass, lifting it to his lips now and then. But it was just for show.

Mobius progressively sucked down his whisky, melting like a toy solider under a steady blaze. His prickly cheeks flushed a delicious shade of Midgardian candy apple red. His eyes were unfocused and so, so soft as they landed on Loki, time and again.

Loki fell into that soft gravitational pull. He tipped his glass back and allowed a few drops to touch his tongue. The whisky burned like acid.

They were inside the theater lobby under the low, warm golden bulbs and opulence that came with a movie premiere. The whisky made the lights spangle. Loki blinked, dizzy, and looked down at his half-empty glass. When did that happen?

He should abandon his glass and steal Mobius’ TemPad so they could return to the TVA. But instead, he hiccuped a nagging thought: “What’s ‘Brad’ to you, anyway? He had his hands all over you before.”

Mobius shrugged and stared into his glass as if the answer was there. “Dunno. The guy’s a jerk.” His eyes were glassy as they flicked up to Loki. “Did you know… when I was back at the TVA, waiting to see what you and Sylvie were gonna do at the End of Time, Brad took one of my Jet Ski magazines and asked me why I had them?”

An ugly laugh spilled out, paired with a sneer that stretched across the tight bones in Loki’s face. “Did he?”

“Uh huh,” Mobius said, oblivious to Loki’s fuming. “I thought it was an invitation to talk, kinda like what we do. But he cut me off just as I got going. Said he didn’t care at all about jet skis.” Mobius took a sip. “Why did he even ask? It still bothers me, you know?”

X-5 had crossed a line, all right. The magazines were sacred. That was their thing. Jealousy curdled in Loki’s belly and spread to his throat. “He had his hands on you all night,” Loki said after taking an angry swig from his glass.

Mobius’ brow crinkled. “What?”

“His hands. On you,” Loki said, perhaps unhelpfully. “He hugged you. He tapped the back of his hand on your… your chest. As if he has any right to touch you so casually.”

“No right, huh,” Mobius murmured. He drained the rest of his glass and plunked it down on the ticket booth. With unsteady hands, he retraced the path Brad had made, fingers dragging down front of his tux.

Loki watched, seething, while he felt a tightening in his groin. Hating that Mobius was thinking of Brad, wishing his hand was the one feeling up Mobius’ chest. “He hurt you. Brad did,” the god slurred.

Mobius shrugged. “Part of the job. Though my back still smarts. I bet I’ll have bruising for a while.”

Loki remembered the confrontation—the moment Mobius caught up to Brad and grabbed him, trying to pin him down for arrest. But Brad overpowered Mobius and threw him against the brick wall. Loki remembered everything inside him going deadly still, the sound of 1977 London drowned out by his own need for vengeance against the very worst crime Brad committed: hurting Mobius… and frankly, sharing the same damn air as the most precious man in the multiverse.

The golden lights illuminated Mobius’ broken nose and silvery hair. Made the man look buttery. Mobius should always wear tuxes. They made him look like a gift begging to be unwrapped. Loki let out a silent groan as he imagined loosening the bow tie at Mobius’ throat and pressing his lips to the hot pulse beating under his skin.

Mobius, for his part, couldn’t know what was on his mind. He swayed where he stood. He looked like he could use another drink, eyeing the bartender. “Do you want another?”

“No,” Loki said, stepping into Mobius’ space. More like teetering into it, getting a nose full of the spicy hair gel the agent used to keep the silver cowlicks tamed.

Mobius’ blush deepened. He reached out to pet the frills under Loki’s chin with clumsy hands. “Renslayer never let me have more than a splash of whisky. Just enough to take the edge off whatever bad news she had for me. Even our victory toasts were bitter. Can’t remember why, though. My memory has so many holes in it. I hate that.”

If he kissed the agent right now, how sweet would those lips taste? Or would they burn with the whisky they both had unwittingly drained to the last drop?

“Loki,” Mobius said, sliding one hand down to Loki’s elbow. His grip looser than it was when the man was sober.

“Hm?” He leaned down, to better hear Mobius. Their breaths mingled.

“How do you still like me when you remember everything and I don’t?” Mobius asked, his brows slanting with drunken sorrow.

Loki wasn’t sure what Mobius was talking about. The man hadn’t lost any of his memories since they had been together. Renslayer wasn’t around for it, anyway, and she was probably the one calling the shots on memory wiped. Renslayer was next in line for a knife in the gut, after Brad. Yes, that sounded delightful. Loki smiled, imagining their blood leaking over his daggers.

Mobius waited for an answer, eyelashes fluttering. He held tighter to Loki’s elbow.

Loki remembered the question. Lowered his mouth to whisper in Mobius’ ear, but ended up crashing his lips against the soft shell. “You’re exactly who you need to be, Mobius. You’re whole to me.”

Mobius’ breath hitched. He pressed his ear against Loki’s lips, nuzzling in. “Wanna kiss you,” he slurred, almost too soft to hear.

Loki trembled with desire, like his bones threatened to shoot out of his skin. His last sober braincell said it was’t a good idea, that they were both victims of alcohol coursing through their veins. But Loki’s heart knew better. The alcohol was a temporary bubble, giving them a moment they had both silently craved.

“Me too,” Loki murmured, rubbing his nose along Mobius’ cheek. “So bad.”

It was Mobius who grabbed Loki’s face and smashed their lips together. Their mouths were whisky-slick, sliding lewdly together while the theater spun.

Loki felt Mobius’ tongue lick the corner of his mouth, clearing missing, and it made him laugh even when tingles broke out over his skin. He cupped Mobius’ chin and slotted their lips back correctly, only to moan when Mobius poked his tongue between his lips, eager to get into the god’s hot, wet mouth.

The gold lights blurred as they smashed together, hands roaming over backs and snarling in hair. The whisky told him it was a brilliant idea to grab Mobius’ ass. How many times had he watched Mobius bend over to pick up pencils or spilled documents and wanted to know how firm or soft his ass would feel? Now he knew. His hand slid down Mobius’ back and squeezed. A bit of both. It felt like it was his. Mobius was his.

Mobius growled and pressed himself against Loki, shivering with feelings as repressed as Loki’s.

Their kisses got sloppier and desperate. Hands everywhere. Lights burning behind Loki’s eyelids.

It wasn’t until the bartender was yelling at them that Loki broke the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting them as they were pulled apart by the security guards.

Easy problem to fix. Loki’s eyes glowed green. The guards blew backwards, slamming into the guests and sending glass scattering. Loki shoved his hand in Mobius’ pocket and pulled out the TemPad. “Time to go,” he said, panting.

Mobius chuckled and leaned hard against the god’s side.

Loki felt the weight of Mobius’ gaze on his as he clumsily typed in the coordinates. The text on the screen swam but he got it. They ran through the Time Door, fingers entwined, with a quick detour in mind before interrogating Brad.

[art-ro-vert]

Uh, another angsty Lokius thought 😫

Everyone writes about post-canon reunion, where Loki comes back and he and Mobius declare their feeling for each other. And they live happily ever after!

But let me present a version where that does not happen..

They get Loki back and they have an emotional reunion with Mobius, hugging each other and crying, but what if no one shares how they really feel ? (I personally think it is more in character)

The last things Mobius knows is that Loki took Sylvie’s side in the argument and then disappeared into the tree. He has no idea that Loki defended him, that he cared for him and that he wanted to give Mobius a choice.

So, Mobius has a very good reasons to suppress his feelings. He might think that Loki is still into Sylvie. And he values their friendship so much that he will never put it at risk. So basically he won’t say anything if that means that they could be at least friends.

On the other hand, we have Loki. Who has been watching and hearing Mobius, seeing his grief and pain. I highly doubt though that Mobius ever directly declared that he loves Loki even when he was alone. But even if he did, that does not mean Loki would immediately make the first step when he is back.

A few reasons:

1. Loki is still insecure, he might think that he is not the best end game for Mobius. And that would be enough for him to stay quiet, giving Mobius the chance to find someone else, someone better.

2. He might think that if he initiates anything with Mobius it will be like taking the choice from him. He wanted to give Mobius the right to decide about his life, he might want Mobius to be the one who decides if they are friends or lovers. And he would be patient with it for internity.

3. Depending on how fast they get Loki back, Mobius might start to move on apparently. What if a lot of time passes and Mobius starts to enjoy life little by little? Meeting people, traveling, eating pies? If Loki gets a chance to see that Mobius is moving on without him, he might want to keep his distance even when he is back. Again, to give Mobius the opportunity to live the life he chose.

So, yeah. They would have an emotional reunion. But I think after they will keep the distance and not really know how to approach each other.

Mobius might continue miserably living on the timeline to give Loki space with Sylvie in the TVA. While Loki would avoid visiting Mobius not to be pushy and let him choose his life.

A lot of pining and self-loathing as you might imagine…

Loki taking Mobius’ old room in TVA, smelling his forgotten shirt and thinking that he is doing the right thing even if it hurts.

And Mobius being sure that Loki is with Sylvie, while trying to make himself enjoy life with a broken heart.

I think it would be Sylvie who will drive them together in the end, cuz she will get enough of their misery.

Thoughts?

[mobius-m-mobius-speaks]

Wow…

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

what would you bc for a lokius wedding??? theme, setting, songs, ect..!

Thanks!

THEME:

Something that combines several different time periods as well as Asgardian and Jotun culture.

(I don’t have any pics for this part lmao)

SETTING:

BEACH SETTING, OBVIOUSLY!!! THEY NEED TO RIDE JETSKIS AT THE RECEPTION!

OUTFITS:

Loki would wear a black wedding dress, fight me.

Mobius is about to look like the KFC man but you know what

Loki’s bridesmaids would have a green dress. No question. Sylvie would probably be the maid of honor.

MOBIUS’S GROOMSMEN!!!!

FOOD:

Cracker Jack. Loki insists that it tastes like ash, but Mobius likes it, so they don’t mind.

Candy. So much candy.

SALAD

THE CAKEEEEE

[tired-gae]

these violent delights have violent ends - a Lokius Oneshot

Written for 2023 Fictober prompt #29, "That's all? Easy."

Fandom: Loki (TV)

Rating: Gen

No warnings!

Summary:

Mobius is one of the strangest mortals Loki has ever met.

He's simultaneously the most snarky individual he's had the pleasure of meeting (barring, perhaps, Tony Stark) and also somehow the most patient anyone has ever been with Loki.

He smells faintly of saltwater and cigarette smoke, despite having never smoked a day in his life.

He can be cruel when he needs to, but he is an exceedingly emotional man. He's not built for the power he has. He works hard to hide it.

And Loki, despite himself, is hopelessly in love with him.

Originally posted: October 19th, 2023

Wordcount: 704

Mobius is one of the strangest mortals Loki has ever met. He's simultaneously the most snarky individual he's had the pleasure of meeting (barring, perhaps, Tony Stark) and also somehow the most patient anyone has ever been with Loki. He smells faintly of saltwater and cigarette smoke, despite having never smoked a day in his life. He knows far too many things about Loki for comfort, and yet Loki finds that he's more comfortable around the man than he has any right to be. Mobius puts him at ease, and the feeling of his hand on Loki's shoulder tugs far too many heartstrings. Shortly after he'd told the man that he'd never had candy before, (a small and unintentional lie, as Alfheim had various confectionary treats he had enjoyed as a child, none of them resembling Kablooie in the slightest) he'd bought Loki a pack of M&Ms out of a vending machine stationed outside the courtroom. He'd shoved the bag in his pocket at the time, and Mobius had warned him, "Those'll melt if you leave 'em in there too long." (They didn't. His Jotunn nature is good for something, at least.) He's infatuated with jet skis, a Midgardian invention which Loki can now recite a number of facts about due to Mobius's ramblings about them. He can be cruel when he needs to, but he is an exceedingly emotional man. He's not built for the power he has. He works hard to hide it. And Loki, despite himself, is hopelessly in love with him. He isn't sure what to do with the feeling, at first. It scares him, to be in love. It's a weakness, a vulnerability. And while it seems like those are popping up a dime a dozen these days, being in love is a new one. He thought he'd experienced it in the past, short-lived dalliances with boys in Asgard (Fandral being a memorable example), but nothing had been like this. And the worst part? Loki caught a glimpse of tousled grey hair around the corner, rushing towards it. When he rounds the corner he drinks in the sight of Mobius's face, missing the lack of recognition in his eyes in his relief.

"We made a terrible mistake." He didn't realize it until he'd lost him. B-15's eyes flicked between the two of them when the elevator doors opened. "Mobius. Loki." She greeted both of them, as she did often now. It was odd to find one without the other these days.

Mobius gave her a mock salute. She didn't react, and he sighed, dropping his hand. "Alright, lay it on me, what's going on?"

She adjusted her tie, putting a hand on her hip where her pruning stick used to be. She looked overworked, but everyone did nowadays. You don't rebuild an institution from the ground up easily. "Casey requested your help. Both of you. Apparently he's been trying to repair a Tempad and something's been messing him up." She turned away from the elevator and began to walk away. The two of them rushed out of the elevator to catch up. "I would've just sent him to Ouroboros, but he's busy."

"That's all? Easy." Mobius murmured, a smile playing on his lips. He bumped shoulders with Loki as they walked behind B-15, and Loki grinned back. Loki isn't scared that Mobius won't like him back. "You're the god of mischief, right?" Mobius asks him rhetorically, and Loki tilts his head, smiling at him over the pie that he was pretending to enjoy for Mobius's sake. (Well, maybe he is. Just a little bit.) "You're the problem." X-5 tells him, and he can see Mobius shift on his feet in his peripheral, clearly wanting to deny, wanting to comfort - but not wanting to interrupt whatever fragile machinations he's sure Loki's attempting. Loki is scared that Mobius will never like him back, but he's far more scared that one day, he will.

Because inevitably, he will hurt him. Loki walks away. It isn't the first time he's done it. But he walks away all the same. He'll bring the man a slice of pie, later, while they're waiting for the world to end. He's never been skilled at apologies.

[lokifys]

SUMMARY: A twisted life of Lokius that takes place in the 1960s.

[TW DISTURBING CONTENT. Angst, fluff, nsfw, blood, horror and unsettling moments. Also inspired by WandaVision and The Truman Show. Read at your own risk please]

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"Morning." Loki spoke with a raspy morning voice, as he finds himself laid beside Mobius. He probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, they were together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

The mortal shifted his body upon hearing the voice of his lover. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy hearing his voice in the morning. Finding Loki's warm presence by his side, he turned his head to his left and stared at the god, whose raven locks were sprinkled all over his pillow.

"I'm going to need to start getting used to this new sight every morning." Mobius said hoarsely. He tried to play it off cool but the look of adoration and love in his eyes said otherwise.

The new lovers were finally fitting in with each other in their new home, happy and safe. Of course, it would take a lot of time for them to get used to waking up to each other but it's not ever an issue or a problem. In fact, the past few days together have been amazing.

Their routine was as follows: morning comes, they lavished each other with affection, maybe going further more into each other's pants. Mobius would always shower first, followed by Loki. They'd have breakfast which they made together and when they're done with their meal, Mobius would leave for work.

W̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶o̶r̶k̶?̶

Loki would stay home, await for his lover to come back and when he does, they spend their time close to each other, doing their own thing in silence.

Today was different. Loki was aware of Mobius' romantic nature, wanting to do something extraordinary for his beloved on this occasion. So, he decided to organize an exquisite candlelit dinner, certain that it would make his partner swoon. In summary, the prince was excited

The time came, and the minute Mobius walked in, Loki had already made the initiative to take his coat for him, which had taken the man aback since Loki hasn't done such an act since the past few days they had lived together. He was greeted with a smile from Loki as the god guided him through the house and to the dinner table.

"Woah, this you?" Mobius exclaimed, looking at the beautiful feast in front of him, a vase full of flowers and a candle in the middle. It was romantic. Something you'd see out of a rom-com movie.

Loki responded, "Yes, Mobius. All me. It was nothing really. Easy to come up with."

"So you can be romantic."

"I don't think it's that romantic."

Mobius chuckled, recognizing Loki's attempts to downplay his handiwork behind the romantic dinner. Yet, as his ears greeted with one of his favorite old musical tracks, his eyes sparkled with affection, delighted by how Loki remembered his playlist of beloved songs.

The prince saw the twinkle in his eyes and begin to feel proud of himself. He immediately brought his man to his seat, taking a chair out for him. He then went to his, placing the napkin on his own lap.

The two dug into the delicious meal and chatted the night away. They talked about various things like Mobius' work, his colleagues drama and many more. But there was something interesting that came up which got Loki intrigued.

"So, you remember Casey, right? Well, he invited me to this neighborhood party that happens tomorrow which frankly, I never even heard of until he told me. He said I should bring my wife along, aka you, and I knew you probably wouldn't want to go since you mentioned how you didn't want to interact with any of our neighbors but uh, Casey seems to think you don't exist and that I don't have a partner. Would you like to prove him wrong?"

Loki chewed his food as he thought, wondering whether if he had the capacity to meet new people. Obviously, altering his gender never posed a serious problem for him considering he was genderfluid. The bigger problem was his ability to keep a courteous demeanor for a long period of time. Since they were new, Loki didn't want to mess things up with their new home. It seemed wherever he goes, disaster follows. This time, he wished for things to be different. A new start.

He thought but remained silent, which led Mobius to speak. "You could use your magic, you know? Do the switcheroo you do sometimes."

"I know. I wasn't going to out there as a male. We would get flamed. I was thinking about having to smile for hours. That sounds like torture."

"If you don't want to then that's fine. Not forcing ya."

The Asgardian could see the slight disappointment in his face and after a few mouthful of his chicken, he decided to give his final answer, "Fine, I'll go. Only if we get to do one thing tonight."

"What's that?" Mobius already kind of knew what Loki had wanted. They haven't really gotten super into it for a while now other than a few touches down there every morning, but it seemed like tonight was a good time for some spice in the bedroom.

And so, on a certain night, the two were intimately engaged, Mobius on top, grinding slowly into Loki. Their sounds of arousal and joy filled the room, along with the thuds of each push. Only lust and love permeated their beings. Soon, Mobius's pace quickened, his hands intertwined with Loki's as he neared climax. His pelvis thrusted forcefully, his lips against Loki's neck. Eventually, his seed was released into Loki, slowly spilling out, and his intense rutting eventually eased.

"I love you...you know that." Mobius whispered into Loki's ear, while he was still in him. He pulled out which earned another small groan from the god and they both embraced each other lovingly till they fell asleep. 

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It was finally time for the two to head out for the party and as much as Loki was starting to dread it, he was also curious on how the neighborhood looked. He hasn't explored the area since they arrived. In fact, he couldn't ̷r̷e̷m̷e̷m̷b̷e̷r̷ ̷h̷o̷w̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷y̷ ̷g̷o̷t̷ ̷h̷e̷r̷e̷. All he knew was that it was a small town and everyone apparently knew everybody. Well, except for Loki since he doesn't show himself.

Mobius signaled the Asgardian on his appearance and was reminded that he was still in his male form. So, he quickly transformed and was in her female appearance, and she was stunning as ever. Mobius' eyes started going down onto her cleavage and Loki shot her lover a seductive look, knowing he was probably super turned on at the moment.

"Eyes up, love." She teased.

The man smirked but turned around to open the door for Loki, gesturing for her to walk first. While she strut out with her beautiful green dress, Mobius took the time to admire her curves and the way the dress fitted perfectly on her. He has seen Loki as a female from time to time so it wasn't the first but seeing her in that dress was a sight for sore eyes.

The two took the car to their destination, Mobius being the driver. Song on the radio was "Daydream Believer" by The Monkees and Mobius quickly turned up the volume, blasting it through the car. He sang along to it as Loki simply tapped her fingers to the rhythm with a satisfied smile on her face.

"To a, daydreamm believer and a, homecoming queeeen!"

Once the song had finished, they had nicely arrived at the neighborhood party. The house was huge and the gathering was brimming with occupants. There was music playing from inside the house. Kids were seen running around in the huge garden, laughing away. This was their chance to show this town who the best couple was. Mobius went out of the car first which already had people staring from afar, wanting to see who the wife was. He then went to the other side to get the door for Loki, who emerged gracefully with her foot first and then the remainder of her body.

The women present turned their heads instantly upon Loki's elegant arrival. They didn't imagine Mobius' wife to be so stunning. The men sneakily eyed her, which somewhat riled Mobius. However, he refused to let this bother him. He was aware that they had captured everyone's interest, and Loki seemed rather pleased by the attention she was receiving.

The couple of the house immediately walked out to greet the two, the wife shooting a dirty look at Loki.

"We didn't think you were going to make it," remarked the wife, Donna, in a sharp tone.

The husband, Brad, promptly followed up, "Yeah, we even believed that you had no such wife, Mobius. Seems you've been hiding such a ravishing beauty all this while?"

Upon hearing that from her husband, Donna who had her hands on Brad started squeezing her nails into him, receiving a wincing sound from him. Clearly she wasn't into Loki at all since she was taking all the attention away and Mobius found that awkward.

After they've been introduced with everyone and had met up with their friend Casey, Mobius pulled Loki away to somewhere private to talk, uncomfortable with the situation. "Can't believe I'm saying this but, do you want to leave early? I hate that there's already bad vibes between you and the woman of this house. She's literally the leader of the community service. Make her angry and god knows how our life would be from now on."

Loki seemed a bit offended, as if it felt like it was her fault, "Are you blaming me?"

"No, it's just, look, she's already mad at you probably because you look stunning as ever and you definitely took all the attention away but she clearly is the big boss of this town and everyone worships her. Either you try and talk to her or we leave now."

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Mobius. Why are you acting like it's my fault that I'm beautiful? You want me to switch back to my male form now?"

"Loki, it's not your fault. I love you but I'm just scared for us. You already have powers that need to be kept hidden and we just moved in here. I want the best for us."

The goddess of mischief went silent for a while, knowing Mobius was right. Despite loving the attention, she knew she had to make sure they don't mess this up especially since they both just moved in. Maybe if it was a month in, drama wouldn't be a problem but it's just been two weeks.

Loki sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, I'll talk to her. Don't blame me if she gets more agitated."

Before Mobius could respond, Loki was already walking away, about to have a heart to heart talk with Donna. The man stood there, hoping things played out right.

Loki found Donna hidden in her kitchen, cutting up some apples into slices. The two were alone which gave the goddess an opportunity to talk to her. She walked up slowly and Donna immediately turned, already shooting a disapproving glare.

"Hello, Donna. Listen, I hope I haven't made you upset in any way. It isn't my intention." Loki clarified and was straight to the point, trying to sound sincere as possible.

Donna didn't seem to speak or look at Loki for a while and only after was she finished slicing the apples, she responded to her.

"I'm intrigued actually, where do you come from? I usually know everything about the people here but you? I know absolutely nothing."

Loki hesitated, "I'm..." She couldn't say anything.

Donna's words were tinged with an attitude of suspicion as she approached Loki.

"I have heard about Mobius. I have seen Mobius before. But I have never seen you," she uttered, coming to a close proximity to the Goddess.

"You see, terrible things happened ever since the arrival of you two. It's a weird coincidence, don't you think?"

This was the first time Loki had even heard of anything bad that has happened here. She thought this was a lovely neighborhood. But to think Donna is suspecting Loki of being related to those horrible things makes her angry. She retaliated.

"That's a nice conspiracy theory, Donna. But I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

"STOP THE LIES!" For some reason, the mortal woman had snapped, the knife that was used to cut the apples was immediately pointed at Loki. The Asgardian was appalled and backed away, both hands out trying to pacify Donna.

"You don't get to come into my house, dress like a whore and steal my spotlight! You're disgusting. You should DIE!"

In a split second, she took the knife and started slicing her own throat, blood starting to flow out in one line. Loki's eyes widened at the shocking sight and immediately gasped. The blood spilled down to the ground, causing a pool at her feet. However, the woman wasn't dead. She stood with a bloody neck, looking at Loki demonically. "Wake up."

And suddenly, Loki was starting to gain awareness as if she's realizing something. She didn't want to. She wanted to suppress it. What went from a look of horror turned into anger. Loki was not going to deal with this today. Not right now.

"No."

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"Morning." Loki spoke with a raspy morning voice, as he finds himself laid beside Mobius. He probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, they were together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

Wait what?

Loki was puzzled. Didn't he already go through this before? He recalled a nightmare he had about a neighborhood party. It felt real. What made him more concerned was that he found Mobius missing from the bed all of a sudden. Was his mind now playing tricks on him? Loki immediately got out of bed and wore whatever clothes he could grab, immediately searching the house for Mobius. He was nowhere to be found.

The next thing he did was to dial his work place and hope someone picks up. To his surprise, someone did and he spoke with the receptionist. "Is there a Mobius in work right now? May I speak to him?"

"Give me one second." The lady replied nicely.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir, there isn't any Mobius' working here."

The god was confused and his heart started beating fast. He felt like he was in some sort of sick dream.

"This is surely a prank, right? There IS a Mobius working there I need you to check again."

"Okay, what is his last name? Maybe that could help."

Suddenly Loki was lost for words. He couldn't remember Mobius' last name. Did he even have a last name? How was he able to forget his own husband's surname. A theory had popped through Loki's mind that maybe he was suffering from memory loss and whatever that is happening this morning is a result of his amnesia.

"Hello? Sir?"

He didn't reply. He simply smashed the telephone down and hung up, his forehead sweating profusely.

So if he had amnesia, it means he needed help. With that, Loki took off and walked out of his house cluelessly, his surroundings looking different than he remembered. The street was different, it was smaller. The trees and bushes were gone. He also noticed some of the houses were missing windows. Had it been like that the entire time? Loki tried to hail for a taxi but there were no cars to be seen. In fact, it looked as though no one is around. It seemed empty.

"Mobius!" Loki now shouted, finding this all very strange. He turned around and around, trying to find at least one person to get help from but was only finding everything even more unnatural. The sky lacked clouds as though there was only blue and the sun wasn't anywhere in sight. Houses that he was able to see from afar was now empty nothingness.

Loki lost all his composure, letting out a resounding howl. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he grieved, the emotions pouring outwards. The God of Mischief was at a loss for words and completely distraught

"Where are you, Mobius!"

There was nobody he wished to see now other than his lover. He closed his eyes shut hoping he could just wake up.

Wake up...that's it.

Wake up, Loki.

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   It was cold, dark and terribly lonely. I was hoping I could stay on longer. I felt my sanity slipping away and my mind drifting to an eternal sleep. I shouldn't sleep. I couldn't. Not when these branches needed my godly strength to hold them together.

Just one second. Just a second of sleep. I keep pleading to myself. I observed Mobius from afar in the sacred timeline and it seems he was being too hard on himself which didn't sit well with me. I tried to look at my other friends in their timelines and they were all safe and sound. Yet, I still wished I could do something for Mobius. That silly man just stands there with a hole in his heart. I need him to know I'm with him for all time. I wanted to be with him.

I had to be with him.

I think that's how it all started. I shut my eyes and all I thought about was Mobius. Then I woke up.

"Morning." I spoke with a raspy morning voice, as I find myself lying beside Mobius. I probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, we're together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

That's how the story started.

Mobius shifted his body upon hearing my voice. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy hearing my voice in the morning. Finding my warm presence by his side, he turned his head to his left and stared at the me, my raven locks sprinkled all over his pillow.

It's the same story again. Again and again and again. Each time, I never go further. I keep trying to rewrite it in many different ways but it always ends up in tragedy. This time, I give up. I'm not going to try.

"I'm going to need to start getting used to this new sight every morning." Mobius said hoarsely. He tried to play it off cool but the look of adoration and love in his eyes said otherwise.

"I don't care." I simply didn't.

I was expecting him to question my behavior or get angry but for some reason, he laughed and laughed. There was nothing humorous at all. This is ridiculous. Mobius then placed a hand on my cheeks and turned it so I faced him.

"Look at me." He demanded gently. He always looks at me with affection. It was why I fell in love with him in the first place. He looks at me like I'm worth everything.

"How long have you been doing this now?"

Now I'm intrigued and confused. My brows knitted together in uncertainty. "What do you mean?"

"How many tries of this have you done? What? 100? 1000?"

Does he know? What is going on?

"What...?"

"You called for me, didn't you? Well, I'm here."

"You heard me?" I instantly got up in the bed, my heart pounding through my chest. I didn't want to get any false hope because then, it would hurt even more.

"I did."

"No, that's a lie. This is just another one of my scripts I've written to keep myself delusional. This isn't real."

"So you finally admit, you do control the narrative."

My heart wouldn't stop pounding, "What does that supposed to mean?"

Mobius held my hand tightly before he spoke, "Only reason you never got past this delusion you created is because you were meant to write yourself in OUR timelines. Your subconscious knew that was possible because it has already lived through a life with me on the sacred timeline."

Salty watery droplets poured out of my eyes uncontrollably. For some reason, it feels like I'm finally escaping because Mobius was making sense.

He continued, "Do you know who you are, Loki? You've said it before, you can rewrite the story. You can do the same with the timelines. Write yourself in it for you are the God of Stories."

"But the timelines?"

"You can hold it while being down here. You shouldn't underestimate your illusion spells. They're pretty handy."

He's right. I can change it all. I mean, I'm writing this aren't I. This is not the end. This is simply the beginning.

And you're going to watch me rescript this mess.

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   "I might just wait here for a little bit. Let time pass." Mobius responded to Sylvie. She places a hand on his shoulder in a way to comfort him. After all, she knew how much Loki meant to him. Wanting to let him grieve on his own, she decided to leave him be, making her way through the time door and closing it up.

Mobius simply stands in isolation, looking at his old life from afar as he hoped his presence was made known to Loki.

Perhaps it did.

"Ugh, stop being so dramatic." A voice rang out and he instantly recognized its origin. His heart seemed to leap out of his chest from the euphoria he felt and he swiftly rotated his body towards where the voice originated from.

Mobius eyes widened, his mouth slowly turning into a huge smile. Seems like the god of mischief is really full of surprises.

"Loki!" He walked towards him, confused but rather relieved and happy. There was nothing better than to see him again especially when he thought he was never going to see him ever. He wanted to go in for a hug which he so desperately needed but there was something else on his mind.

The agent took Loki by the collars and immediately pulled him in for a kiss, something he has always wanted to do before he left. Loki was taken aback but kissed him back, holding Mobius' face in his hands. This was the story he was meant to write for himself. A life on the sacred timeline.

He let himself experience the authenticity of the kiss and how it feels much better than the ones in his fake reality. This was perfect because it was real and Loki soaked in every single moment.

This is reality.

[strawberrywinter4]

•{𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧}•

Hello, friends! My name is Winter and I’m one of the many writers here on Tumblr. I mostly post on Ao3, but I update a lot on here as well!

A little about myself: I’m an INFJ personality and a Hufflepuff (just so you can get a little more insight about me). My loves are movies and shows, writing, sweet pastries, fuzzy socks, cuddling with my cat (when he wants to), bookstores, reading, history and literature, and spending time with family.

I’m queer and trying to figure out who I am as a person. I’m on a journey of self love and body positivity. All in all, I’m just trying to enjoy life! :)

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❤︎︎𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐨𝟑❤︎︎

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❦𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬❦ :

꧁Masterlist꧂

༻ 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩: ����𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 ༺

𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 - (𝐄) - 𝟑𝟎,𝟗𝟎𝟐 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 - 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐮𝐬 - 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖫𝖺𝗎𝖿𝖾𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋． 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒． 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋， 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄． 𝖠 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅－𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒， 𝖬𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗎𝗌． 𝖬． 𝖬𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂’𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌． 𝖠𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍， 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇． 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗒？

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 - (𝐄) - 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐，𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆．𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾���� 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾．𝖨𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾．

⁂ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐮𝐬, 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲, 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭 ⁂

I will create a Masterlist for this fandom when I write enough works for it. Stay tuned!

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✰𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ✰ :

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I write fluff, angst, and NSFW. If you're not fond, simply tap or click away.

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Only rule for this blog is to stay kind and respect opinions. No unnecessary hate please :)

🝮𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲🝮

🝮𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭🝮

[littlekinng]

how's that for glorious purpose? - unintentionallyangsty - Loki (TV 2021) [Archive of Our Own]

[percheduphere]

The Magpie Sings (At the End of Time)

I slipped and fell and wrote a Lokius fic.

[sticks-and-souls]

Moribund

3k. Everyone keeps talking about how in all the infinite replays that Loki did, he would have taken time to make out with Mobius. So I manifested a version of that (with just a wee sprinkling of angst).

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Mobius doesn’t like to dwell on pessimism, but it’s getting difficult to avoid the fact that things are looking dire.

There is little he's been able to do to help stall the impending destruction of the loom except stay out of the way and manage his own anxiety, which was much easier when the fate of every life in the multiverse rested in the hands of temporal physicist geniuses like O.B., Timely, and—apparently—Loki. But now? Now one of them has given up and Mobius worries that the wave is going to pull the rest of them under as a result. 

Everything was going fine until Casey arrived. Setting aside the fact that in the last six hours Loki somehow acquired enough temporophysical expertise to be teaching things to Ouroborus and Timely, the three of them have been a well-oiled machine of ideas and tinkering and progress. And then Casey came rushing in with an announcement from the loom room and…and it was like all the wind got knocked out of Loki’s sails. Almost literally. He looked up fearfully—as if Casey was Death himself—before abruptly deflating under a long exhale that took with it all of the drive and momentum that had been carrying them all onward. And now their productive energy is completely off the rails. 

Mobius gives Casey the stink eye. He doesn’t understand why, but this is clearly all his fault. 

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[loki-us]

And What if That’s You?

Summary:

An exploration of Mobius and Loki’s lives after the season 2 finale. Everyone seemed to get a happy ending except them, but perhaps the strength of their feelings will be enough to pull the two of them together again

Rating G - 3770 words

On AO3

I finally had to write my own fix-it lmao.

Cred to @mimisempai for feelings and story inspiration, her post-s2 fix-it is so much better than anything I could ever write <3

[dreamycloud]

He’s bacccckkkkkkk (it’s me. I’m back for a 2-part fic 💅🏻✨). Live on AO3!

[samsayswhatever]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius, Loki & Mobius M. Mobius Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Finale, Short & Sweet, One Shot, Happy Ending, Romantic Fluff, Fluff, Loki Gets a Hug (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius Loves Loki, Loki Loves Mobius M. Mobius, Gay Mobius M. Mobius, Good Loki (Marvel)

Summary:

Set at the end of the show when Mobius is letting time pass.

Just when he's about to leave, he gets a visitor.

[loopylucymac]

help

So I read a Lokius fan fiction and now I want to re read it and cannot find it!!

From what I remember loki and mobius are work colleagues, this is set in an alternative universe, I have a feeling it was a school but the work isn’t mentioned much, the rest of the TVA is also in the story, loki and one of the members go out dancing where he meets a guy and they have a thing in the bathroom stall then loki takes his number and leaves

Mobius starts seeing some one, a female, then at a little party before most of them go out, loki stays behind to help mobius clear up and they start their affair.

it’s such a cute fanfic but I cannot for the life of me remember the name! Please help

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

YALL WINE AND WHEAT HAS 1300 HITS!!

I owe a lot of my work to @natendo-art, her art inspires most of my fics (and I’ve got some in the works inspired by particular pieces.) I don’t think she’s posted it since but this particular work was inspired by her Priest!Mobius drawing and I ran with it. Thanks Nat!!!!