#and the TVA thought they had a lot on their hand with Loki

[fidelitygoddess]

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐲𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞-𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

Sigyn, learning about the Time-Keepers: So what you're telling me is they are the Norns? Mobius: Uh...well... Sigyn: There is three of them. They weaved the multiverse into a single timeline, and you look up to them for guidance and assistance in your fate. Mobius:.... Loki: She has a point.

[i-loved-silly]

WOLVERINE x READER x DEADPOOL — fuckup twinsies

dp&w spoilers!!

So I had a silly idea. Sorry if it’s out of character, I haven’t written for canon characters in a fat while but these two are stuck in my head. Enjoy :3

POV: you’re a dimension hopper : sent to the Void as a punishment for doing your thing. Damnit

Dust. Sand. Desert. That was all you knew ever since you were banished here. The place you were basically forced to call home—funnily enough, (actually it’s rather sad) you had forgotten what your real home was. A large, and I mean LARGE amount of timeline touching and dimension hopping does that to you.

By spending years of visiting dimensions and maybe messing a couple things up, you damaged your own timeline. Simply because you wanted to take Mr Captain America’s shield back to your home dimension. What can you say, a little artifact doesn’t hurt, right?

Except it did.

Now you’re stuck here, and honestly? It’s fine. You had nothing to return to anyway. At least you thought. TVA explained it that way, anyways. Everything was fine. You spent your years here surviving and avoiding Cassandra Nova by making your own little underground hobbit hole. How cute.

Everything was the same everyday—you hid out, occasionally left to find food and materials, came back to safety. Until one day you heard something while out scavenging—almost like distant yells? From above you??—You looked up and was shocked to see two figures falling out of the sky and barreling straight for you.

"OOMF --" You were thrown onto the sand on your back, you swore you felt a couple bones break...or something. All your belongings in your little ripped backpack went flying around you and the others stabbed into your back. Then there was the weight on top of you. A muscular , red, and talkative weight.

"Owww, oh fuck, that hurt. I hit bones. I just hit someon--oh." Deadpool groaned, snapping his elbows back into place to get a good look at you. He blinked. "Well lookey here, who the hell are you? Wait, did i kill them?" He gasped as he saw your pained scowl.

Wade frantically shook you by the shoulders. Getting hit by something from that high should have killed you. You coughed, ugh...your whole body hurt. You don’t remember if you gave yourself overpowered abilities before hopping into this dimension…or the last one. Was it during the time you went to the Loki-verse? Season one, episode five? Nah.

"Get off of them," Logan grunted, dusting himself off from his spot a few feet away. Hey, at least you weren’t hit by both of them. "See what you did, you fucking idiot? Get away from them."

"Woah, okay! First of all, it's not like I wanted to crash into someone like a wrecking ball, got it? I am not Miley. But look, they're fine!" He shook you by the shoulder again and you spat out a bit of blood.

"Guhh..." You groaned, rolling over. Yep, your bones were definetly crushed.

"We're not here to poke around, Wade. We're on a mission." Logan glanced at your beat up form wearily--oh well, if you weren't dead by now you'll be fine.

"Fine," Wade let go of you, letting your body flop back onto the sand with another "thud" on impact. "Oops, Im sooo sorry. I-..oh come on! Don't you have at least a little bit of a curious tickle? They can help us." He whined, gesturing to you and to Logan.

"They're a stranger, bub. Just...leave em there." He hesitated, then grunted and turned the other way.

You groaned in pain again--seems like they're your only lines--and sat up on your elbows. Your head was pounding and suddenly it was too bright outside. "W-wait..I’m fine..just let me.." You pressed your palm against your forehead.

Wade leaned down in front of you, placing his hands on his knees. "Oh, you're alive. Good. Why are you here, little buddy?"

You tried laughing nervously but a cough interrupted you. Right, there was sand in your lungs. "I uh...couple years ago I touched a timeline I shouldn't have. More like, a lot of timelines. Kinda-sorta fucked up."

Wade let out a loud gasp and placed his hands on the sides of his face, then made a giddy noise. "Eek! Fuck up twinsies! You heard that, Logan? We aren't the only dimensional fuck ups!" He was oddly enthusiastic, the scruffy guy in the distance wasn't so much.

Actually now that you think about it, he seemed a bit enraged. Just a bit. “Who the hell is we?”

"Who are you again?" You muttered, grunting as you worked on standing up. Wade extended a hand and you took it, before you could thank him—he quite literally yanked you up by the arm like a fucking ragdoll. You hit his chest and your eyes widdened.

"How the heck do you not know me? I mean you probably don’t know him, that sexy beast of a man is Logan, professionally Wolverine. Not a very good one though. Anyway, I'm Wade Wilson, but you can call me Wade. Or Deadpool. Or the Merc with a Mouth. Or the Chimichanga Bandit. Or—"

"Wade, shut the fuck up."

Wait.

“Wait, you’re Deadpool and Wolverine? Like the real ones?”

PART 2

[lizzyiii]

His Darling (1)

pairing | loki x fem!reader

taglist | to be added to this taglist just add your username to this DOC

word count | 3.5k words

summary | loki and mobius track down a runaway TVA analyst who disappeared from the timeline. to their surprise, they find you thriving as a famous singer, living a life of glamour far removed from the TVA.

tags | nothing much really, only the start of the plot, big y/n moment (she sings)

a/n | excited for this, not proofread, don't blame me because where I'm posting it's 1am. And yes I gave her that y/n moment of singing a song. And I made her sing Fiona Apple, and that should already sum up the type of person I am

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated ✨

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ - ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

“She’s an analyst.”

Loki glanced at Mobius, eyebrow raised. “And how do you think an analyst is supposed to help us?” His tone was dripping with skepticism.

Mobius gave a small shrug as they stepped out of the time portal, landing in the middle of bustling New York, 2020. The city pulsed with life, bright lights reflecting off skyscrapers, cars honking, people crossing streets with hurried purpose. “She’s kind of a genius,” Mobius replied, more serious now. “You know the type—quiet, observant, can be a real know-it-all... because, well, she actually does know it all.”

Loki snorted, his eyes sweeping across the towering skyline, his posture stiffening with unease. The last time he had set foot in this city, it was in ruins, crumbling under his attempt to claim Earth. The streets had been filled with fear, not the careless buzz of normal life.

“New York looks so... different,” Loki muttered, his eyes narrowing as if trying to piece together the memory of destruction with the vibrant city before him. “Last time I was here, the streets were burning, and the people were running for their lives.”

Mobius smirked, rolling his eyes. “Well, it’s been eight years. You can’t expect to stay relevant forever.”

Loki stopped in his tracks and shot Mobius a deadly look. “I am a god,” he said with cold indignation. “I should be relevant forever.”

“Sure, sure,” Mobius replied casually, unfazed by Loki’s godly self-importance. “But right now, we’re not here to reminisce about your failed conquest. We’ve got bigger problems. And trust me, we need her.”

Loki turned to Mobius, brow furrowed, his curiosity not yet satisfied. “So, this genius analyst—why isn’t she still with the TVA?”

Mobius breathed in sharply, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone. “Defector. Like Brad. She ran, disappeared off the grid. And, honestly? She’s in a lot of trouble. Her mere existence in this timeline is enough to get her pruned.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Then how do we find her?” He waved a hand in an exaggerated, indignant gesture. “You’re usually so good at tracking people down.”

Mobius sighed, putting his hands on his hips, clearly irritated by the situation. “Look, the tempad gives us a place and time, but not exact coordinates.” His voice held an edge, as if he’d explained this a thousand times already.

Loki tilted his head, a smirk playing at his lips. “I thought the TVA prided itself on precision.”

Mobius ignored the jab, turning to scan the street, searching for anything out of place in the midst of New York’s busy streets. Then, suddenly, he stopped, his eyes widening as his gaze locked onto something down the street. His jaw nearly hit the floor. “Well… damn.”

Loki blinked, turning toward Mobius, a note of confusion in his voice. “What?”

Mobius raised a finger, gesturing down the street at a massive digital billboard on the side of a building. The image flickered into view, revealing a stunning woman in a sparkling babydoll outfit, glowing under stage lights. Your presence was captivating, the kind of star power that demanded attention. The name Darling flashed in bright letters beneath you.

Loki stared up at the billboard, a grin curling at the corner of his mouth. “The observant and quiet type?” he said dryly, his tone laced with amusement as his eyes lingered on the larger-than-life image of the glamorous singer.

Mobius groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Yeah, well, clearly she’s… adapted.” He let out a resigned sigh. “Guess the whole ‘fading into obscurity’ plan didn’t exactly work out for her.”

Loki’s gaze remained fixed on the screen, a glint of intrigue flashing in his eyes. “I think I’m going to like this one,” he murmured, more to himself than to Mobius. There was something about her—a spark that piqued his curiosity, and perhaps a kindred spirit in her ability to reinvent herself.

Mobius glanced at him, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “Whatever you’re thinking, just remember: we need her help, not whatever chaos you’ve got brewing in that trickster brain of yours.”

Loki gave him an innocent look, his hands spread wide. “Chaos? Me? You wound me, Mobius. I’m a professional.”

Mobius snorted. “Yeah, right.”

Unfortunately, even with Loki’s magic and Mobius’ thorough knowledge of TVA technology, tracking you down wasn’t as simple as they’d hoped.

Your new life came with walls—managers, agents, bodyguards, and all the trappings of fame that made it hard to get close. The woman who once analyzed timelines with quiet precision had traded that for flashing lights and screaming fans.

After exhausting other options, Loki’s frustration finally spilled over. “You know,” he said, his voice brimming with faux exasperation, “if all else fails, there is one surefire way to get in.”

Mobius raised an eyebrow, sensing the mischief already brewing. “And what’s that?”

With a sly grin, Loki snapped his fingers. In an instant, two front-row tickets to your latest concert in New York appeared in his hand. “Why bother with sneaking around when we can just… attend?”

Mobius stared at the tickets, clearly unimpressed. “Fake tickets? Really?”

Loki looked at him, completely serious. “They’re not fake. I conjured them. It’s entirely different.”

The stadium was packed to the brim, thousands of screaming Midgardians filling the air with an overwhelming noise that grated against Loki's sensibilities. The heat, the sweat, the sheer volume—it disgusted him. Yet, this was the only way to get close to you, the elusive analyst turned superstar.

Mobius had suggested they simply wait in your dressing room until you finished, but Loki insisted on attending the concert. He wasn’t sure why—perhaps it was curiosity, or something more subtle, something instinctual.

Smoke began to pour from the stage, the lights dimming as the crowd hushed in anticipation. Then, through the haze, you emerged. Your figure draped in a short, flowing white dress, hair blowing in an unseen breeze, you looked like a star pulled down from the night sky.

A shimmer followed your every movement, like you were made of light itself. The audience roared your name as the soft, haunting melody of a piano filled the stadium.

“I’ve waited many years

Every print I left upon the track

Has led me here…”

Your voice, when you sang, was both familiar and entirely new to Loki. It carried an otherworldly quality, something that tugged at his memory. The crowd, once deafening, fell silent the moment you opened your mouth. Every Midgardian in the room was hanging on your every word, mesmerized. Loki found himself momentarily struck by the power you wielded—not with magic, but with her voice.

“And next year, it’ll be clear

This was only leading me to that

And by that time, I hope that...

You love me

You love me…”

As you sang, your voice grew stronger, more impassioned. The entire stadium seemed to pulse with your energy, as if you had taken control of the very air they breathed. Loki’s discomfort deepened as the words grew more personal, more intimate.

The intensity of the performance was almost too much. He shifted uneasily, glancing at Mobius, who was just as captivated but far less disturbed.

“And I know none of this

Will matter in the long run

But I know a sound

Is still a sound around no one…”

The words echoed in Loki’s mind, digging at something he couldn’t quite place. You were different—more powerful than he had expected. He had thought you a quiet, observant analyst, not this radiant force.

“And while I’m in this body

I want somebody to want

And I want, what I want, and I want

You to love me…”

Your voice rose, reaching new heights as the music swelled around you. You commanded the stage with an effortless grace, but Loki couldn’t shake the feeling that you had seen him. That those words, those raw, aching words, had been a message only he could understand.

“And I know that you do

In the dark, I know that you do

And I know, that you know that you’ve got

The potential to pick me up

And I want you to use it

Blast the music

Bang it, bite it, bruise it…”

Then, in a moment that made Loki’s heart falter, your eyes—so impossibly sharp, even from a distance—locked with his. He froze. Something nagged at him, an odd, distant recognition that he couldn’t explain.

“Whenever you want to begin, begin

We don’t have to go back to where we’ve been

I am the woman who wants you to win…”

Loki remained frozen, his eyes locked on yours. The world around him seemed to blur, and for a brief, ridiculous second, he wondered if the words you sang were meant just for him. He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected you to hold such sway, not over the masses, and certainly not over him.

“And I’ve been

Waiting, waiting for

You to love me…”

As the final note echoed through the stadium, the crowd erupted into wild applause, a sea of hands raised in adulation. But Loki barely heard it. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind still lingering on the brief moment when your eyes had met his across the throng of fans.

Something about it gnawed at him, an unsettling sense that he was missing something crucial—something buried deep within his memories or within you.

And then, just as suddenly, you smiled.

The seriousness and heartache that had filled your voice moments ago vanished, replaced by a carefree expression as you basked in the screams of your adoring fans. Your laugh was light, almost as if the raw vulnerability you had shown was just another mask, discarded as easily as it had been worn. The shift was so seamless that Loki almost questioned if the heartache he had sensed was real at all.

“Interesting,” Loki muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes as you waved to the crowd.

Mobius, standing beside him, nudged Loki with his elbow. “Wow. She's adapted a lot,” he said, echoing his earlier words, though even he seemed a little awed by how thoroughly you had embraced this new life.

“She seems familiar,” Loki said quietly, almost to himself. The nagging familiarity he had felt when you sang, the connection he couldn’t yet define—it was all too deliberate.

Mobius sighed. “Let’s just try and get her to help us without causing a scene."

Loki flashed him an annoyed glance, but the truth was, Mobius was right. His curiosity was dangerously piqued. This wasn’t just a mission anymore. Something about you was pulling him in, and Loki wasn’t the type to leave a mystery unsolved.

The rest of your performance passed in a blur, though none of the immaculate songs seemed to affect Loki as deeply as the first. When the final number ended and the crowd’s applause thundered through the arena, Loki and Mobius wasted no time slipping out of their seats.

Mobius had insisted they wait in your dressing room for dramatic effect—which Loki found ironic, given that Mobius always had the audacity to call him the dramatic one.

They bickered all the way to backstage, their voices rising as they argued over the plan. Loki had just started to raise his voice when the door to your dressing room swung open, and you stepped inside.

Instantly, both men fell silent.

You didn’t jump or react with fear, as might have been expected when faced with two strangers in your dressing room. Instead, your eyes briefly flitted over them, before your expression twisted into one of irritation.

“Two men waiting for a girl in her dressing room," you murmured sarcastically, crossing your arms, "that’s not horrifying at all.”

Loki’s lips quirked slightly at the corner, amused by your reaction. Before he could speak, Mobius stepped in, raising a hand in greeting. “Hey there,” he said, with a smile that was meant to be reassuring but probably came off as awkward.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, offering Mobius a fake smile. “Mobius, I wondered when you’d find me.” Your tone was sharp, laced with sarcasm, and it sliced through the air like a blade. Loki couldn’t help but be amused by it.

Mobius shrugged with a casual nonchalance. “We would’ve gotten to you sooner or later, D—” He paused, gesturing to your eccentric decorated dressing room. “Or should I call you Darling now?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you tilted your head. “It’s better than D-28,” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. Then your eyes shifted to Loki, studying him curiously. “Who’s your friend?”

Loki, not one to pass up an opportunity to make an entrance, stepped forward with a wolfish grin. “Co-worker, madam,” he said smoothly, his voice oozing charm. “‘Friend’ is generous. I am Loki, the God of Mischief.”

Your eyebrows raised, and for a brief moment, a flicker of surprise passed through your eyes. Without saying a word, you reached for your cellphone, swiftly typing something as both men looked on, confused.

Before either could ask what you were doing, you lifted the phone and held it up to Loki’s face. The screen displayed a photo—a screenshot from when Loki had once tried to conquer New York, helmet and all. You squinted slightly at the screen, then back at him.

“Oh, bless,” you murmured, sarcasm in your voice, “you are the God of Mischief.” You gave an exaggerated nod, clearly unimpressed by his title.

Loki blinked, momentarily thrown off balance by your casual dismissal, while Mobius stifled a snort.

“Look, we need your help,” Mobius said, his tone shifting to something more serious.

You flashed him a sickly sweet smile, but the word that followed was as sharp as a blade. “No.”

With that, you gracefully moved past both men, settling onto the edge of your vanity dresser, crossing your legs in a posture that spoke of complete indifference. “I’m done with the TVA and its fascist, tyrannical ways. I’m thriving now,” you gestured vaguely toward the door, as if the world beyond it was yours to command. “I don't need the TVA anymore."

Mobius sighed, pushing himself off the vanity he had been leaning against, and tried again. “If you don’t help us, I’ll have to arrest you for crimes against the timeline,” he threatened lightly, though his heart didn’t seem fully in it.

You didn’t miss a beat. “Oh please, Mobius,” you cut in, rolling your eyes with an exaggerated sigh. Loki, watching intently, suppressed a smirk at the back-and-forth, clearly entertained.

“Your voice is making my ears ache,” you added, voice dripping with sarcasm as you turned your attention back to fixing your hair in the mirror, dismissing him with a wave of your hand.

Mobius, for his part, just exhaled deeply, clearly used to this kind of treatment. “Look, Darling,” he continued “you might not care about the TVA anymore, but the timeline is falling apart. And if that happens, all of this—” he waved a hand toward the opulent room around you, “goes with it. Including your adoring fans.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Mobius from the corner of your eye, your silence speaking louder than words. Finally, you crossed your arms and sighed, “I’m listening.”

Mobius turned to Loki with a subtle grin, “You wanna take this one?”

Loki eagerly stepped forward, eyes gleaming as he began. “So, long story short, my friend and I killed the man who controlled the TVA—”

“The Timekeepers?” you interjected, your tone skeptical.

Loki tilted his head. “Actually, the Timekeepers were just a front—robots, to be precise. The real man behind the curtain was someone called He Who Remains.” His voice grew more serious. “And now, He Who Remains is dead. With him gone, the TVA is crumbling. Branched timelines are spinning out of control, threatening to overload the Temporal Loom and tear everything apart.”

You nodded slowly, processing this. “That... sounds like quite the problem.”

“It is,” Loki confirmed dryly. “A rather large one.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you leaned back against the vanity. “And where exactly do I fit into this mess?”

Loki glanced at Mobius, who shrugged in that familiar, laid-back way of his. “We need smart people,” Mobius said simply.

You stared at them both, unimpressed. “That’s not really specific, now is it?”

Mobius sighed, rubbing his temple. “Look, we know you’ve got a mind like no other. You were one of the best analysts at the TVA, and now… well, we need that genius of yours if we’re going to save all of time from imploding.”

Loki nodded in agreement. “You’re not just smart. You see things others miss. We need someone who can help us solve the unsolvable.”

For a moment, you were silent, your eyes shifting between the two men. Then you sighed again, this time more dramatically. “Fine. But if I agree to help, I have conditions.”

Mobius raised an eyebrow. “Conditions?”

You gave them both a sly smile. “You didn’t think I’d come cheap, did you?”

Loki's lips curved into a small, amused smirk at your response. He appreciated the spark of resistance in you. "Of course, you'd have conditions," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Nothing’s ever simple with a woman."

You shrugged casually, but your eyes stayed sharp. "I'm not one to give my services for free, god or no god." You emphasized the word ‘god’ mockingly, eyes narrowing as you met Loki’s gaze head-on.

Mobius, sensing the tension, jumped in quickly, hands raised in a placating gesture. "Alright, alright. Let’s hear the conditions. What are you asking for?”

You leaned forward slightly, still perched on the vanity, and crossed your arms. "First off, no dragging me back to the TVA full-time. I left for a reason, and I’m not about to become a prisoner there again. I help you with your little time problem, and after that, I’m free to go."

Mobius nodded slowly, mulling it over. “Fair enough. What else?”

Your eyes flickered toward Loki, your lips curving into a half-smile. "Second, no condescending lectures from anyone," you said pointedly. "I work on my terms, no micromanaging. I’m not one of your TVA minions anymore."

Loki raised an eyebrow, slightly intrigued by your audacity. "Agreed," he said smoothly, though his smirk never left his face. "I rather enjoy a challenge."

Mobius gave him a side glance but returned his attention to you. "Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal," he said. "But we don’t have a lot of time. Things are… messy back at the TVA. We need to move fast."

You stood up from your seat, finally looking a bit more serious as you glanced between the two of them. "Well then, gentlemen," you said, brushing your hair back. "If you need a genius to save time itself, you came to the right place."

Loki’s eyes trailed after you, studying every subtle movement with a mix of curiosity and something else—an itch of familiarity that tugged at his thoughts.

He didn’t know why, but there was something about you, something that gnawed at the edges of his mind, as though he had met you before, though he couldn’t place where or when.

"Shall we?" Loki asked, his voice smooth but with a hint of impatience.

You gave him a sickly-sweet smile, your sarcasm evident as you gestured to your outfit, still glimmering from your performance. "Might I at least have the decency to change?"

Loki blinked, slightly taken aback, "Yes, of course," he said quickly, just as Mobius muttered, “Yeah, sure.”

And yet, both men stood firmly in place, neither making any move to leave. You raised an eyebrow, glancing between them before dramatically gesturing around the room, "You do realize this is my dressing room, right?"

It took a moment for the realization to dawn on both their faces, their expressions shifting into awkwardness. Loki cleared his throat, looking momentarily sheepish, while Mobius chuckled nervously. "Ah… right," Mobius said with an apologetic shrug.

"My apologies," Loki added, his usual confidence cracking just slightly, before he quickly turned on his heel to exit, Mobius following close behind.

Loki and Mobius awkwardly shuffled out of your dressing room, the moment playing out with a surprising level of clumsiness for the God of Mischief and a TVA agent. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving you alone for a moment.

You sighed, shaking your head as you moved to the mirror, wiping off the remnants of stage makeup. The bright lights reflected your tired expression, but there was something more under that—an underlying spark of excitement or dread, it was hard to tell.

Since this season is all in the span of one day this is her outfit

(Darling is only her stage name)

Darling's Performance Wardrobe

(yes this is all Lana Del Reys outfits)

Hope You Enjoyed 💚💛

[in-my-loki-feels]

🧡 Lokius

A couple of people expressed their hopes of Mobius and Loki getting to take their time together following the events of my latest fic, and I saw an opportunity to fill this prompt while working out what that might look like. This takes place just after they solve Loki's timeslipping. I hope you enjoy! ❤️

(Going to also count this as my WIP Wednesday since this will hopefully become something longer, so thank you for the tags: @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @elodiah, @lokimobius, @thosegayoldmen)

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

As tempted as Mobius was by the hesitantly hopeful look Loki sent over his shoulder as he was ushered into Mobius' bathroom, Mobius thought it’d be better for them both to have some space and a moment to calm down. Mobius, from almost having his skin peeled off, and Loki, from whatever hell he'd been through timeslipping uncontrollably before being ripped back into the TVA. 

That’s what he told himself and it sounded like a good idea, up until Loki came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. 

“Dressing seemed pointless,” Loki said, leaning against the doorframe with a hand on his hip. 

There was a lot of skin on display, skin Mobius had seen before, but it felt different now after having almost lost him. Mobius got to his feet and approached slowly, shaking his head at the way Loki’s smirk grew the closer he got. 

“Mobius,” Loki said, low and inviting. He leaned in once Mobius reached him, but the artificially clean smell coming off his skin only reminded Mobius of how he was still drenched in sweat from his journey down the gangway. He turned his head so Loki’s kiss landed on the side of his mouth.  

“Don’t I deserve a chance to freshen up?” he asked with a rueful smile. 

“You could’ve had that with me,” Loki pointed out. 

They were almost pressed chest-to-chest in the narrow doorway and Mobius was only so strong. When Loki leaned in a second time, Mobius tilted his face up to meet him halfway; he felt a smug smile teasing Loki’s lips.

Loki’s hair was still wet and droplets of water sprinkled onto Mobius’ lapels when Loki tilted his head. It was their first kiss since they’d parted in the Void, and it was tempting to give in and let Loki guide them over to the bed, but... Mobius put a hand on Loki’s chest—and had to take a moment to press more firmly, to drink in this skin-on-skin contact—before he gently pushed Loki back.

“You can wait a few more minutes,” he said, and squeezed by to get into the bathroom. Loki was pouting as Mobius closed the door, but he didn’t break in, not even after Mobius turned on the water and stripped. 

Mobius washed quickly. Even if he was trying to contain himself, he was as eager as Loki was. He decided Loki had the right idea about clothes and so when Mobius opened the bathroom door, he was also only wearing a towel. 

Loki was sitting on the bed, still in his towel. As Mobius approached, Loki reached out to catch his hands, pulling Mobius to stand between his knees. 

“Hey,” Mobius said quietly, feeling a giddy smile slide into place. He had a vivid flash of when he’d said that to Loki just before their second kiss. Judging by Loki’s smile, he remembered it, too. Loki tugged on Mobius’ hands to get him to bend enough for their mouths to meet.

In the wake of confronting Ravonna, the timeline branching uncontrollably, and Loki’s timeslipping, their time in the Void almost felt like a dream. Now, every kiss, each more perfect than the last, brought those memories into sharper clarity. Mobius’ mind was filled with everything they’d done and even more that he wanted to do, but he fought the urgency rising within him. 

Loki wasn’t as composed. He shifted his grip to Mobius' hips as their kiss deepened and that was the only warning Mobius had before he was pulled down and rolled onto the mattress. Loki scrambled after him, draping himself across Mobius as he sought out Mobius’ lips again, this time with a little more desperation. Mobius cupped Loki's face, indulging in how good it felt as their tongues slid together, before he pushed Loki back. 

“Hey, slow down for a second, okay?” He could hear he was hoarse and cleared his throat.

Loki’s gaze hung on Mobius’ mouth for a second before he dragged it up to meet Mobius’ eyes. His hands paused in their roaming but Mobius could feel them trembling, either from Loki having to restrain his eagerness or something else. 

“You know I have to say it, right?” When Loki tilted his head, puzzled, Mobius grinned. “I was right. You made it back.”

He watched a shine wash over Loki’s eyes as his hands tightened briefly. Mobius brushed his thumbs over Loki’s cheeks in soothing strokes. 

“It’s just you and me right now. No one's here to rush us.” The words called to mind the last time they’d been in bed together. He knew Loki was thinking of it, too, because his brow furrowed. They probably needed to talk about what had happened at some point, but Mobius had bigger priorities right now. “I wanna take our time. Does that sound good?” 

The frown lines faded immediately as Loki gave him a watery-eyed smile. 

“Yes, of course. I want that, too,” he said, ducking to give him a quick peck on the lips. Mobius chuckled.  

“Okay, but you can still lead since I’m kinda new to this.”

He flushed as he admitted it, but the words brought a smile to Loki's face. The expression was one part delight, one part wickedness, both of which made Mobius’ heart leap, but Loki didn’t pounce. He carefully dipped his head to press his mouth to Mobius’, relaxing his hold on Mobius as he kissed him gently.

This is what they'd wanted from that encounter in the Void, what President Loki had been too impatient to bear, or more likely too annoyed about because it left him out. Slow, lazy kisses that let them savor every second. Mobius’ heart beat faster with anticipation of what was to come, but for now, he allowed himself to enjoy this.

[roostersmustache]

Reflections of Who We Used to Be

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Author's Note: It's been a while! I don't know if anyone will be reading this, but I am gonna post it anyways! I've had this idea brewing for a little bit, so I thought, why not give it a write? Let me know what you think!

Synopsis: Sigrid and Loki had everything. Love, marriage, a beautiful daughter on the way...but then everything got ripped right under her feet when Loki was killed in the Infinity War. But one day, Loki comes waltzing back into her life, except this Loki isn't the one that left her.

or

Loki comes back to his spot in the timeline, but this Loki doesn't remember living the events after his attack on New York City. He just remembers the TVA.

Warnings: Swearing, adult themes, angst, possible MCU spoilers, possible Loki spoilers, probably not entirely accurate.

Word Count: 2.5K

Masterlist

Sigrid grew up lonely. She had no siblings, and she always had a harder time than others her age when it came to making friends. Her school was small, she went to a small private school in Asgard, one reserved for those in families of higher power. Her father was high ranking in Asgard's army, practically Odin's right hand man. It was no surprise to anyone when she was placed in her school.

She excelled in school, constantly awing her instructors with her mind, always one step ahead than the rest in her class. But when it came to magic, she was weak. Sigrid was diagnosed with a condition called POTS at the age of five. Because of this, her body has never been strong enough to fully support the magic she wished she had.

Loki and her met when she was in her second year of school, and he was in his fourth. She was seven and he was nine. They met in the library, her face was nose deep in a book that he wanted to read, and instead of telling him, the weird prince, to go away like everyone else, she offered that they read it together. They've been inseparable ever since.

When they got to middle school, they were both there to experience each others first crushes, so they decided to help each other out and be each others first kiss. Just for practice. Loki wanted to be able to tell Thor he had also kissed a girl.

From then on, they were there for each other when one another got their heart broken. They exchanged books, Loki helped Sigrid with her magic, and they made each other feel less lonely. Loki had always felt like an outcast, and Sigrid had always been lonely. They filled that gap for one another.

However, after high school, Loki discovered his true parentage, thus sparking a downward spiral for him, taking everyone else with him. His mind had never been so dark and cold, so vulnerable. Sigrid was there for him, and she was just what he needed, a shoulder to cry on. Loki felt everyone else around him had begun to push him away, afraid of the monster he truly was. But not Sigrid. Never Sigrid.

But this revelation left his mind vulnerable enough for dark forced to enter it, and enter it they did.

It took too much convincing, and too many analysis' of Loki for Odin to finally believe that he had been under the influence of a dark force when he attacked New York. Loki felt it was pointless to fight the old man on it, but Thor and Sigrid had insisted.

Loki was under the influence of Thanos, and while under that spell, he had killed many innocent people and destroyed lots of the city. No one on Earth would ever comfortably welcome him back, but the people of Asgard would have to learn to. Loki knew he was seen as even more of a monster now, and that fact pushed him deeper into his darkness than he had been before.

While not under the influence of Thanos, Loki was still broken. He was dealing with the guilt of what he had done, and the realization that he would forever be seen as a monster was at the forefront of his mind. In a fight against the Dark Elves, Loki had faked his death. His mother, Frigga had been killed, and Loki was the most heartbroken he had ever been. Sigrid was devastated when Thor came back and said Loki was gone. The grief she had felt during that time was insufferable.

She drowned in her sadness everyday, and her magic had never been weaker. She fainted more often than normal, her POTS getting worse, and it was during this time that she discovered she loved Loki. She always had loved Loki. But this was the most real thing she had ever felt, and she couldn't do anything with it, because he was gone.

But then he came back one day, a couple months later, and Sigrid swears she's never been so angry in her life. He apologized profusely to her, claiming he needed to get away to stop hurting the people around him, but she didn't care. He left her, and they had promised to never leave each other. He knew she'd mourn him. She called him selfish, and the two didn't speak for another two weeks.

The first time they spoke after that, he told her he loved her. She told him she loved him. He promised he'd never leave her again.

The rest is history.

A year later, the two got married, a wedding that some supported and some did not. Many people still thought Loki was a monster and that he would never change. But those who really knew him knew that wasn't the case.

Their marriage was filled with such joy and happiness for the both of them. They brought out the best in one another, and Sigrid helped people see that Loki wasn't the monster they all thought he was. Sigrid had never been happier, and it was quite obvious to everyone. The girls who used to tease her in school now bowed down to her as their princess, and the boys that bullied her now wished they had her.

And Loki. Sigrid thought Loki looked better the older he got. When his hair reached his shoulders, she was a goner. He was so handsome, and it seemed that the rest of the kingdom had started to notice too. Palace workers would tell him it was "alright if he needed a break from his wife," and shoot a wink his way. Sigrid would have to excuse herself to simmer off, but Loki would remind her just how devoted he was to her every night.

After a couple years of being married, Sigrid found out she was pregnant. She had kept waking up sick, and sure enough, it's because she was expecting. Loki had been overjoyed, terrified, but overjoyed. Sigrid didn't think she could love her husband more, but the promise of him being a father left a flutter in her stomach she didn't know she could have.

They had already begun prepping their nursery, keeping it as gender neutral as possible, as they wouldn't discover the babies gender until they were born. Sigrid found a new hobby in making her old baby clothes, and Loki would hold her belly and sing to her every night. She was living in a bubble of bliss.

But every bubble pops at some point.

Thor and Loki had heard about the threat of Ragnarok, and at first Sigrid didn't believe in it, but then Loki and Thor returned from a place called Sakaar and informed her that it was very real, and definitely going to happen. While they were in Sakaar, their sister Hela, whom none of them knew about, had totally taken over Asgard, and had even kept Sigrid hostage in the castle. Sigrid was surprised Hela didn't kill her, but she also knew she was being used as leverage to get the princes back to Asgard.

Those few days where she was under Hela's control in Asgard were Sigrid's own personal hell, literally. She was paraded around like a prize, dangling over the Asgardian's heads. Heimdall came to her rescue, sneaking in one night and taking her with him, where they sought safety with the other Asgardian's.

The next day, Thor came back with Banner and Valkyrie, and Sigrid started to worry when Loki wasn't with them. Especially since Hela's army of the dead and her massive dog, Fenrir, were surrounding them on the bridge. But Loki did show up, he showed up on a massive ship, and suddenly everything was better.

Sigrid rushed to give him a hug, but he urgently rushed her on the ship, not willing to risk hers and their babies life. Sigrid watched from inside with hundreds of Asgardians as her husband, Thor, and Valkyrie all defeated Hela and Asgard burned to the ground. It was a bittersweet feeling, watching home collapse but also knowing everyone was safe.

Sigrid thought the chaos was over there, finally feeling relieved that they were finally en route to somewhere to rebuild. She was already thinking about her new home wit Loki, what the new nursery would look like. They settled on Earth, but as they were on the way there, they came across an enemy ship.

Sigrid begged and begged Loki not to go check it out with everyone else, but he insisted. She then begged to come with him, but he refused. Any other time he would've loved her companionship, but carrying their child was not something he was willing to put on the line.

Sigrid cried to him to not go, she had a horrible feeling, but he insisted he had to for the good of their people. They told each other they loved each other and kissed goodbye, and he promised he'd be right back.

He promised he'd be right back.

But Loki didn't come back. Loki never came back. Thor came back a different man, and all he could utter was that Loki was gone. Sigrid felt a type of pain she hadn't ever felt in her life. Even when she thought Loki was dead the first time, it had never felt this way. She thinks it's because a part of her always knew he was never dead, but she knew this was real. Even as she screamed at Thor and told him he was faking it, she knew it was real.

While Thor and Loki were confronting Thanos in the first place, several of Thanos' "children," as he called them, killed hundreds of Asgardian's, and only about a hundred made it out alive.

Thor had found them in Norway, and he came with Loki's body. Sigrid had shook her husband and wailed at him to wake up, to stop playing tricks. It wasn't funny. This wasn't the time to joke.

But it was no joke.

A few short months later, Sigrid gave birth to their daughter without him. Sigrid took one look at their daughter and decided to name her Frigga, after Loki's mother whom he loved dearly.

Frigga became the light in Sigrid's life that she had been missing, though she wished more than anything that Loki was there with her. She found him everywhere; in the wind and the way it put a breeze in her hair, in the green hue of the mountains surrounding their new home, New Asgard as they called it, and in the rain, Loki's favorite weather.

Sigrid found her days spent distracting herself with baking. She decided, not long after she had Frigga, to open a bakery in town, just a couple blocks from her home. Thor decided to live with her and Frigga, offering support that Sigrid was endlessly grateful for.

She, and the rest of her people, picked her life back up piece by piece. Her bakery flourished, Frigga was happy, and she slowly started to properly mourn her husband, taking forever to fully accept that he was gone. She visited his grave everyday and talked to him, it brought her peace. Once Frigga was old enough to understand, she brought her with her.

Frigga knew her father to be a hero. Her uncle and her mother did a great job painting that picture for her, and she went to school and bragged about him. Frigga inherited everything about him. She had his long, black hair and piercing blue eyes, and, much to her mothers awe and dismay, his magic.

The first sign she had Loki's magic was when she could turn inanimate objects into snakes. Sigrid had screamed, and then laughed, thrilled that her daughter had her father's magic touch. Now, at age eight, she was able to shape-shift into small animals herself. She could also make herself invisible, manipulate other objects, and read peoples memories with the touch of her hand on their head. Just like her father.

Frigga followed her mother to the bakery everyday that she didn't have school. She had become quite the baker herself, and Sigrid loved having her help.

Today was no different, it was a Friday and Frigga had run to her mothers bakery as soon as she got out of school. Sigrid let her bake some brownies before starting on her homework, and then it was homework before she could help again.

Sigrid had spent the day making various cakes before her daughter had come. Now that she had sent Frigga off to her designated desk in the back to do homework, she was going to start on some lemon bars. The store had been running slow today, and with no customer in sight she had decided to make some treats to pass the time.

She was really feeling pop music recently, and had it blasting through the store as she worked, powder fresh on her face. She was singing along to the newest song on her shuffle when she realized she needed more sugar, running to fetch some from the back.

While she was back there she made sure Frigga was on track with her homework, receiving an annoyed scoff from her daughter. She just rolled her eyes and lightly tapped her on the head before moving back out to her baking table.

She heard the bell ring on her front door, signaling customers, and she hollered at them that she'd be right out. She was almost finished cutting up another lemon, when she heard them start to talk. She could make out three separate voices, a woman with an accent, a man with no accent who mentioned key lime pie, and finally...

Sigrid stopped her motions all together, almost cutting herself with her knife. That third voice was one she hadn't heard in almost nine years, but one that she could surely recognize in a crowd of millions. It was deep, sultry, and had a thick accent. It was the voice she had fallen utterly in love with. And as if no time had passed between the last time she heard that voice and now, it carried her towards it like a magnet.

She scrambled to reach the front of the shop, her skin feeling icy hot and her heart hammering in her chest. She reached the front counter and her throat went dry. When was the last time she had a POTS spell?

As she looked up she was gasping for air, and her vision was going blurry. But she'd recognize those eyes, that hair, anywhere. She felt a tear roll down her face.

"Loki?"

She fainted.

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[dilfmobius]

coming apart at the seams (lokius)

this is just something i wrote as a way to cope with the all the bad shit i've been feeling for the past few weeks (past several months really, but whose counting?), both physically and mentally. it's going to live here for now, not ao3, because it's really just 1,300 words of me projecting onto Loki. it's messy and maybe doesn't make a lot of sense, but i haven't had the spoons to write (or do anything really) and i need to release this. my body just feels like it's betraying me at every turn, and my mental health is all over the place (negatively).

anywaaaaay here's a snippet, the rest is under the cut:

“Maybe we should see someone,” Mobius says. “Like who? A midgardian doctor?” Loki balks at the thought. “And tell them what, exactly? That I had all of time woven through my entire being and it ate me alive? That everything hurts and my body doesn’t feel like my own, and I no longer feel a connection to my seiðr – oh, and by the way, I’m also a Norse God – got anything for me now?”

Loki sits hunched over the table, a mug of hot tea warming his hands. He takes deep breaths, focusing on the lavender and lemon balm filling his senses, pushing past the throbbing at the back of his skull.

It’s quiet and still, early morning light barely beginning to filter in through the window over the sink.

Loki hears faint footsteps approaching and lifts the mug to his mouth, blowing faintly before he takes a drink. It burns his throat going down and he squeezes his eyes shut, welcoming the heat as it travels to his belly.

It’s only when he feels Mobius’ hands on his shoulders that he drops them from under his ears.

He tilts his head back, resting against Mobius’ chest, and opens his eyes.

“Hey.” Mobius’ voice carries the smile in his eyes, soft and sweet. 

The corners of Loki’s mouth twitch in a pathetic attempt at smiling back, before his face drops back down into something a little less straining.

“You been awake long?” Mobius asks, rubbing his hands over Loki’s shoulders and upper arms.

“Mm,” is all Loki offers.

Mobius doesn't press. Instead he threads his fingers through Loki’s hair, gently massaging, hoping to pour every bit of comfort he can through his finger tips. Between the tea and Mobius’ skilled hands, Loki can feel his body relaxing, melting at the warmth.

“I’m going in today,” Mobius says softly. “Just some training B-15 wants me to be a part of. I  won’t be gone long.” 

Loki blinks his eyes open and stares up at Mobius, sensing the man’s hesitance to even mention work. After everything that happened, almost losing Loki to time, seeing how keeping the timelines together nearly destroyed the god, the last thing Mobius wanted was for Loki to go back to the TVA.

“It’s fine,” Loki says. “I’ll be fine.” He tries for a genuine smile, something to reassure Mobius that he won’t break apart while he’s gone.

Mobius bends down and presses a soft kiss to Loki’s forehead. They stay still for a little while longer, letting the songbirds outside their window fill in the silence.

When Mobius had brought up the idea of moving back down to the timeline, together, Loki was a mess. He insisted that he could still contribute to the important work they were doing. He could still be of use, and he wanted to be a part of the massive changes the TVA was undergoing. No one ever found out why time had spat him out, kicked him off his throne and back to the TVA, and it filled Loki with so much dread and guilt. Once again, that feeling of worthlessness – that he was never good enough – reared its ugly head. And the physical pain that had come along with it reminded Loki that he was only ever deserving of a life full of misery. 

Loki fought Mobius tooth and nail over leaving, accusing the man of coddling him and treating him like a child. Oh, Loki had been cruel and lashed out, in fear and pain. 

But Mobius, persistent and stubborn, would not let Loki wither away.

He had been a witness to Loki putting on a brave face, moving through the constant fatigue and pain, until he just couldn't anymore. Mobius had been there through sleepless nights, night terrors and flare-ups, and everytime someone mentioned how tired Loki looked only for Loki to brush it off and move on. 

A particularly bad flare-up had Mobius’ mind made up. Loki hadn’t been able to leave his bed for a few days, basic tasks damn near impossible without someone’s help. Mobius was always that someone, he was always there no matter what. As much as Loki was comforted by having him there, taking care of him, he couldn’t help the constant guilt and shame filling him up, wrapping itself around his bones and muscles along with the pain.

Mobius had declared that he was leaving the TVA and Loki was coming with him, whether he liked it or not. Loki didn’t have the energy to argue, and Mobius wasn’t particularly proud of how he brought it up, but after shedding many tears and finally drilling it into Loki’s head that there was no greater purpose for Mobius than to take care of the God of Mischief, the choice had been made.

Mobius thought being somewhere, anywhere, other than the TVA would help Loki heal. He had hoped that connecting back to his seiðr, his healing magic, would somehow fix everything. 

Oh, how wrong he’d been.

It’s been months and Loki was still plagued with nightmares, migraines, and aches that coursed through his body daily. 

They hadn’t talked about it, but Loki’s magic hadn’t made an appearance, and he had become an anxious mess, retreating into himself. Mobius would walk in on Loki desperately trying to conjure and cast, ultimately tiring himself out – emotionally and physically. It was hard enough to watch – Mobius couldn’t imagine how hard it was for Loki.

—

“Maybe we should see someone,” Mobius says.

“Like who? A midgardian doctor?” Loki balks at the thought. “And tell them what, exactly? That I had all of time woven through my entire being and it ate me alive? That everything hurts and my body doesn’t feel like my own, and I no longer feel a connection to my seiðr – oh, and by the way, I’m also a Norse God – got anything for me now?” 

“We could go to New Asgard –”

“Absolutely not – I doubt there would be anyone who could help me anyway.”

“Then we go to Asgard, before Ragnarok –”

“No, Mobius,” Loki says, shutting down any and all Asgard talk. He’s not ready for any of that. 

Loki pinches the bridge of his nose and sinks further into the pillows surrounding him on their bed, shame and guilt bubbling in his gut. He reminds himself that Mobius is only trying to help, to be supportive in a situation neither of them know how to navigate.

Mobius pushes away from his spot, leaning against the doorway to their bedroom, so he can join Loki. He replaces a few of the pillows with himself, nudging Loki over a bit (not that Loki was in any mood to protest), carefully slipping his arm around Loki’s thin waist. It doesn’t take much for Mobius to hoist Loki onto his lap, settling him in between his own legs, back to chest. 

Loki goes willingly, ignoring that voice in his head that tells him he wants to be left alone – he doesn't. He wants Mobius near him, he wants Mobius’ arms around him, to be held together by the love and grace of this one man. He might fall apart otherwise.

Loki allows himself this simple pleasure, to be enveloped by Mobius, swathed in a warmth he never thought he would be able to feel. He wishes this alone could heal him. Loki feels Mobius rest his chin on his shoulder, so Loki turns his head to nuzzle into the scruff on Mobius’ face. 

“You need to shave,” Loki says, plainly.

Mobius huffs out a small laugh, and returns the favor by rubbing his rough cheek against the much softer skin of Loki’s. Mobius tightens his grip around Loki’s waist, and Loki brings up a hand to run his fingers through Mobius’ hair.

Loki will let himself have this.

“What about the TVA?” Mobius asks, breaking the spell in the room. Loki groans. 

“And what, in all the nine realms, can the TVA do for me?” Loki asks.

“We can visit the medical wing, maybe they can do some scans – it seems like everyday they're figuring out something new, ways to treat all kinds of things – I don’t know…” Mobius trails off, only a little bit frustrated.

None of this is Loki’s fault, or anyone’s fault, they’re just playing the hand they’ve been dealt. And both Loki and Mobius are nothing if not adaptable.

Loki shifts and twists himself around to get a better look at Mobius, searching his face for… something. 

An answer or solution. 

Mobius always had an answer for everything.

Then again, so did Loki.

But all Loki finds when he looks into those clear blue eyes, past the fear and worry, is love.

His eyes begin to sting and he squeezes them shut.

“Okay.” Loki says.

“Okay.” Mobius replies.

[distracteddream]

Trick or treat!

Am I doing this rather than finish my actual Lokius Halloween fic? Yep. Time for one bored god and Mischief Night!

“You’re pouting.”

“Am not.”

“You are.” Mobius put his hands on his hips and regarded Loki who most certainly was pouting. Mobius had pulled them into an empty Time Theater because he was getting tired of it. “Talk to me.”

Loki, still pouting, leaned against the interrogation table and crossed his arms. “I’m bored.”

Well, that should have been obvious but they’d been busy enough and Mobius had missed the signs. He should have known that stacks of paperwork wouldn’t exactly have been engaging for a demigod.

Mobius’ mind was immediately working on a solution. “You need an outlet.”

“I need something,” Loki agreed.

Mobius snapped his fingers and went for his TemPad. “I got it.” He plugged in coordinates and a TimeDoor opened next to Loki.

From the other side of the door, the sounds of excited children and the warmth of street lights spilled out. Loki’s brow arched in curosity.

Mobius put away his TemPad, nodding his head to the door. “Let’s go.”

They stepped out onto a neighborhood street, hyper children in a variety of costumes running from door to door. Adults watched them from driveways and sidewalks, talking amongst themselves, some of them in costumes as well. Loki and Mobius started strolling down the street, dodging kids as they scurried around them.

“What’s this?” Loki asked.

“Halloween.” Mobius gave Loki a sideways glance. “Or as it’s known around here: Mischief Night.”

Loki’s eyes lit up at that. “Mischief, you say?”

“I do say.”

Loki spun in a slow circle as they walked, taking it all in with a new appreciation. “We’re underdressed,” he assessed.

“What do you-” Before he could finish his question, Mobius felt the all-too-familiar tingle of Loki’s magic sweep over him. He looked down to find himself in an outfit not too dissimilar to his TVA uniform, only this trench coat was beige and, upon further inspection, a trilby capped off the look. With a sigh, he turned to Loki and any admonishment died on his lips.

Loki’s hair was shorter, slicked back, and, with the aviator sunglasses, Mobius recognized the ensemble immediately from Loki’s files.

“Absolutely no one will get either of these references,” Mobius told him. “I don’t even know how you know this one,” he said, gesturing to himself. “You watch a lot of films from the 60s in Asgard?”

Loki shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets as they resumed their walk. “You can’t deny that there was a certain style to Midgard in the 1960s.”

Mobius shook his head. There were references Loki somehow knew that Mobius had no clue how he knew them at all.

They turned down another residential street as the shadows grew longer. The smaller kids started appearing less and less, called home by the adults, and they encountered older kids more. These teens were dressed up as well though their costumes were more detailed, closer to the horror tropes of the evening.

A group of boys ran by them with a carton of eggs. Mobius clicked his tongue. They weren’t really supposed to infer but he hated the thought of some unsuspecting person getting egged. Loki followed his gaze and, with a wisp of green, the carton fell from their hands, eggs splattering harmlessly on the pavement.

Loki grinned at the look Mobius gave him. “If you didn’t want me, the God of Mischief, to participate in the activities, we shouldn’t have come.”

“I did say you needed an outlet,” Mobius acquiesced. He waved around them. “Go on, but don’t hurt anyone. And don’t do any property damage!”

The look on Loki’s face reminded Mobius of the looks on the kids’ that they’d seen earlier, full of excitement and promise. He disappeared without another word and Mobius chuckled as the squeals of startled teens could be heard nearby.

Mobius found a lamp post and rested against it while he waited. Occasionally, he’d see a sparkle of green go by and he’d be reassured Loki hadn’t gone far.

Night had fully fallen by the time Loki appeared in front of him, cheeks flushed and eyes shining. His sunglasses were gone but not a single hair was out of place. And in his hand, which he held up like a trophy, was a plain roll of toilet paper.

“Loki, no.”

“God of Mischief and yes.”

Mobius tilted his head. He wasn’t going to be able to stop Loki, that much he was certain of. The best he could do was mitigate his plan. “Who?”

“Renslayer.”

There were a few names Mobius would have put forward. Ravonna wasn’t on the list, but he couldn’t deny he would get a kick out of seeing her reaction. He got his TemPad out, already pulling up a TimeDoor that would put them back at the TVA near Ravonna’s office. “I enable you too much,” Mobius muttered.

“And I love you for it.”

Mobius’ cheeks went pink as he hustled Loki back into the TVA. “If we get caught…”

“We won’t. It’s Mischief Night!”

The next morning, Mobius sipped his coffee, eying his TemPad warily. He was exhausted but he wasn’t about to be caught sleeping. Loki flipped through paperwork next to him, humming, and Mobius wasn’t sure if he was oblivious to the danger they’d put themselves in or if he didn’t care.

“LOKI!”

Their heads snapped up at Ravonna’s furious shout.

“MOBIUS!”

“Shit,” Mobius hissed.

Loki broke into a shameless grin, snatching Mobius’ TemPad. His fingers flew over the controls, a TimeDoor whooshing into place next to Mobius’ desk.

“Loki, what are you doing?” Mobius asked.

“Better question. What did you do?” Casey called over, his eyes wide.

“Mischief,” Loki said as he tugged Mobius to his feet, all but pushing him to the door. “You never saw us, Casey. Got it?”

“Uhhh, sure?”

“LAUFEYSON!”

Faced with the choice between Ravonna’s anger or an unknown time Loki was urging him toward, well, Mobius didn’t need to think about it. He simply took Loki’s hand and ran.

Ravonna would cool down. Eventually. It was only toilet paper after all.

[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.

[gojoswhitebabydolllashes]

The decline and fall of two wolverines

Logan howlett x reader

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DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS!!!

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Warnings: idk yet. The brain emoji represents when a flashback is starting.

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I tried to murder Jean Grey.

I say tried because nothing can happen in the mansion without Xavier poking around in your brain.

'Are you sure that's what you want to do?'

'You know you can't turn back after this'

'Your better than this, you know that'

His voice echoed painfully through my head. I held my dagger tightly as tears streamed from my eyes.

'Come to me, child'

The pain grew deeper. Invading each cavity of my skull and destroying my senses completely. It was unbearable, and I thought I might explode within seconds if I didn't get out of here soon.

'STOP. FOR GODSAKE STOP IT!'

And this is when I learnt that I could talk back.

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The mission to destroy Cassandra Nova was not going to be easy. Despite Wade's excitement to, and i quote verbatim 'absolutely shred some fucking skulls' it turns out I would end up siding with Logan, who also felt strongly that this was a horrible idea.

"You are going to get killed." I put my head in my hands.

"It's worth it, we'd rather die doing this than die here like cowards" Elektra scoffed.

I glared at her and stood up. The floorboards beneath me creaked eerily as I strode toward elektra with a slit eyes.

''Are you calling me a coward?"

I watched the woman gulp. "No, I called him a coward. He's the one forcing you to stay here," she pointed at Logan, who furrowed his brows and expelled his long silver claws from both hands.

A coward?

A fucking coward?

I held up my hand, and within an instant, it began to transform into a long knife. From my wrist to the top of my head was a silver blade.

I wish I could say I had a cool name for it. But I don't. I'm just a human katana.

"I'm sure your a great person, but unless you want to start drinking through a fucking straw I suggest you apologize"

The room was silent. I felt as if i had ruined their moment, but I didn't care.

"Sorry, you're not a coward." she rolled her eyes and walked off.

I retracted my hand blade, but Logan still held his own out, the shining metal claws protruding ominously as he stood in the light of the window.

I turned around and looked at everyone.

"Motherfucker that was scary as shit. I almost cut off my own dick to stop you doing it with that fucking thing"

Even Wade's joke couldn't stop my anger. I wasn't going with them. They were all going to die anyways. I'd rather hear of it than be there to watch it.

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I'm not sure that there's anyone left on earth who understands what loss means.

Yes, it's death. Yes, it's watching life drain from a person. But it can be the loss of your life together too and the loss of their love and their voice, how their breathing sounds and how they laugh.

Hell what the fuck do I know. After all what have I truly lost?

God fucking damn it.

The years at the TVA were not as smooth going as I had initially hoped. Each day was something new, another disaster. I had even written a list of the reoccurring people, the ones that we could basically never get rid of.

Monday: always scarlet witch. Always so tattered and torn, shivering with heartbreak and anger of grief.

Tuesday: Loki's. Loki's of every kind. Ragnarok Loki's, TVA Loki's, jotun Loki's even.

Wednesday: Perhaps the most shattering of all, we would get iron man variants quite often. Sometimes, a zombie sometimes just before the blip. Most times, it was before he built the iron Man suit at all.

Thursdays: Captain America. Now, these were tough ones. Their were a fucking lot of these. Zombie ones, soldier ones, ones still frozen somehow. Pre serum ones. Ones where he works for HYDRA. Those are the scariest ones, the red skull Steve Rogers is not for the faint hearted.

Fridays: Fridays were... well Friday.

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I sat outside the hut as the others geared up for their mission. Logan had come with me, but he didn't say much. My Logan talked way too much, so it was awkward hearing him be so silent.

"Your not going?" I spoke.

"Nah. I don't have the fucking patience for it"

A small moment of silence ensued before Logan spoke again.

"That hand thing you can do," he started. "Is it all over you?"

I scratched my neck and yawned. "To be honest, I've never thought of it"

I looked at my legs and stretched them out. "If I could have knife legs it would sure make walking interesting" I laughed

Logan beside me chuckled. God, he even laughs like him.

"I thought I was the only one who had this kind of power," he said as he brought out one of his claws.

"I thought I used to be as well. Your claws are made of adamantium aren't they? Well your entire skeleton is isn't it?"

He replied with a hum. "So what's yours then? Stainless steel?" He joked

I laughed at his words. "No. Actually, it's Vibranium"

"Vibranium, huh? What's that like a vibrating metal?"

It occurred to me then and there that this Logan doesn't know about the multiverse.

"No, it's uh, one of the earths strongest metals. like from wakanda?" I smiled nervously.

Apparently, something in him ticked off as I said that. He grew out the rest of his claws on his hand and pushed me against the tree behind me with one swift move. I was crushed between adamantium spikes and a rough tree.

He scowled at me.

"You will never be my wife." He spat

Venom laced the air around us. Encasing me in a bubble of fear.

"You might look like her and talk like her, hell you even fucking smell like her, that stupid fucking flower scent. Follows you around like a lost puppy"

The hate in his eyes grew each word. "You are not my fucking wife and I don't give a single fuck about what happened in your universe, whether you saved my life or not, I hope in every single one of them, you fucking die"

[percheduphere]

How do you think Mobius will live his life in the timeline? Many theorize that something happens to Don and Mobius takes his identity so his sons live with a father. I prefer that Mobius reflects on his old life, realizes he can’t live it, and creates his own life.

Oh, boy, Anon. I have a lot of fanfic ideas for this, but let's get into the meta-analysis side of this before we get into the rabbit hole that is my washer-dryer machine of an imagination.

Mobius is not doing well. He is going through the stages of grief. I've written an extensive meta here regarding the darker aspects of his character and how he's at risk by the end of the series. I also wrote a brief meta here regarding how his grief might manifest.

With this in mind, I actively HATE the idea of Mobius spiraling to the point he becomes "corrupted". I don't what Michael Waldron did to Wanda. I guess you could make the argument that it would be interesting to see a man emotionally unravel in such a way, but I hold Mobius's unshakable kindness dear in my heart. I don't ever want him to lose it because it is essentially his superpower.

[Sidebar: comics canon House of M notwithstanding; Marvel and DC comics canon are consistently horrible in their characterization of exceptionally powerful women: Wanda Maximoff Jean Grey/Phoenix; Carol Danvers/then Ms. Marvel; Rogue; on and on; I'll throw Sylvie in here, too, because why not, it's true.]

I see Mobius mourning Loki for two years. Two years because, statistically, that is how long it takes for most people who've lost an intimate loved one to get out of clinical depression. During this period, I see him losing weight, wandering aimlessly between timelines, trying and failing to copy Don's life by taking a job that involves jet skis or aquatics more generally. B-15 would make a point to check-in on him and know he's not doing well, but Mobius, because he does not want anyone to worry about him, because he is used to being the person who keeps people together, insists he's fine.

MY FANFIC IDEA

I see Mobius eventually recognizing he needs a therapist, which he will find ironic and deeply troubling, but he's not about to give up on trying to live for Loki's sake.

And in his conversations with his therapist and B-15, Mobius will come to realize that he can still use his key strengths outside of the TVA: analyzing people, deconstructing what makes them tick, using that knowledge to help the other person, similar to a therapist but more active in support. Mobius is very well-suited to become a social worker of troubled and at-risk youth. I think he should pursue this and ...

Mobius will choose a branched timeline in the late 90s/early 2000s. There, he will meet a war-orphaned, thirteen year-old Wanda Maximoff, who is friendless and struggling to understand the nature of her powers (magic). Mobius is drawn to her right away. It takes time, but he eventually gains Wanda's trust.

Red. Red is Wanda's color. It's in her hair, her cheeks, her magic. Now that red reaches Wanda's eyes, filled with tears her anger stoppers. "You saw what I can do. What I did. The other kids call me a 'witch' 'cause that's what I am. A witch. A monster."

Mobius sits next to the young girl on the stoop. The sun winks at them through the green tree boughs, and he wonders, for a moment, what Loki might think of him now, finding solace in a child who needs solace.

"That's not true. You're not a monster, but I tell you what: witches are pretty cool." Mobius grins, knocking his knee against hers. The fabric of his slacks shakes, still too loose. "Y'know, my best friend has magic just like yours, except it's green instead of red."

Wanda peers at him, hopeful and dubious. "Really?"

"Yup. He had a tough time, too, being different." He leans closer to her, sharing a secret. "But things got better. You should've seen him. He was--is-- magnificent. You're magnificent."

Her lips purse into an embarrassed smile. She drops her head, thoughtful, and tucks her hands beneath the fold of her knees. "Where is he now? Do you still see him?"

The question is innocent, as all things are with a soul of thirteen. She doesn't mean to hurt him. Mobius knows this. So he takes the thorn of her words and presses it against his ribcage. His throat works. The ache comes and goes but never fully abates.

"Well," Mobius sighs. "He had to move on. Life is like that sometimes. People come and go. Things happen and ... there's not much you can do except hope they're okay. That they're happy and safe."

He can't look up. Not at the tree or the sun. He worries if he does, he'll start to cry, and that won't do when this girl who reminds him so much of his wily god has finally cracked a smile.

"C'mon," he says, rising to his feet. "Let's get you something to eat."

"McDonald's?" Wanda brightens.

Another thorn. He takes that one too and thinks of pretty roses.

"Whatever you want, kiddo."

[cleabellanov]

LS2 episode 5 thoughts✨

The conversation Loki had with O.B. first concluded in Loki finding his "why" in order to control the time slipping. And, once he knew that and realized he needs everyone's temporal aura, where does he timeslip to? Back to Mobius. That's a sweet detail, and, similar to episode 1, reveals Loki's trust for this character. Even when Mobius doesn't remember him, Loki still believes in him. And in everything he was told back at the TVA, including the way he describe a jet-ski: "a beautiful union of form and function". Another detail that melted my fool heart was the way Loki laughed after Mobius's (or Don's, but I'm not calling him that) words: "Or did you follow me home?". They are precious.

"You saw something in me that I hadn't seen in myself". That says so much. It reminisces all those times in season 1 when Mobius was by Loki's side:

"A villain" "That's not how I see it".

"You can be whatever, whoever you wanna be. Even someone good. I mean just in case anyone ever told you different".

And we can see Loki learning how to trust, how to care. For his character, this is great development. He's not the same Loki that invaded New York blinded by pain and revenge. He's returning to himself and by doing so, he's returning to what truly matters to him. His friends, his found family. All those timelines he feels burdened to protect.

"It's not about when, where, or why. It's about who." EXACTLY. The other variables are unimportant if they're not in the hands of the right person. And, after the heartbreaking moments in which Loki is the only one left standing after everything falls apart in front of him, I think he understands that. To quote Tom Hiddleston himself: "He learns what heroicism really looks like." And this "who" goes both ways: who rewrites the story, and FOR WHO this is done.

"I can rewrite the story."

That line is epic! It shows the power he always had and can finally access. It puts the concept of free will in another light: it's THE story, not MY story. Also, how far back can this go? At the end of the episode, we see Loki back with O.B back when the Loom was stable. That's the point he chose, for everyone else, not only for himself. At this point, he could have gone back to Asgard, back to New York. Win it all, be king. But that's not his glorious purpose anymore. He's finally seeing what Mobius saw in him, even Thor, some time ago ("Loki, I thought the world of you."). And there was a lot of talk about stories, writing and rewriting them. That's sooo similar to the comic where Loki becomes the God of Stories!! Like, this is actually happening!

"They didn't get a choice in this".

I think this is an extremely interesting conversation he had with Sylvie, in which you can see both of their points, none entirely right. For Sylvie, free will is something left untouched. No intervention, ever, just moments and paths in a disarray only the one who takes them can know them truly. For Loki, it's more of a choice. Yes, we take our own path, but sometimes we're given a choice. There is no bad or right in this game, only choices. By giving everyone a glance at the TVA, Loki realises that. What if they want that life instead of the one they already have? They wouldn't know, if not given the choice.

"I want my friends back. I don't wanna be alone"

Okay, that hurt. In the time cell in episode 1, we remember Sif repeating the same thing over and over again to Loki "I hope you know that you are meant to be alone and you always will be." This says a lot about Loki's fears, and being alone is one of his biggest. But that's the thing, he found these people, he's not alone anymore! So of course it is extremely hard for him to just...give this up? It's not the first time he faces Casey and Mobius (Don?) not knowing him. His reaction "Not again" shows how scary this is, and we can obviously deduce that from the first episode. Not only everything is at risk of just disappearing into a void after the Loom explosion, when they are still there, still living, they don't remember him. Yet Loki finds a way to steady himself, and find everyone in all this mess.

But also, I don't think that wanting your friends back is something selfish, as Sylvie said. After going through different views over the same thing: "I want to stop He Who Remains" to "I want the TVA back" to finally Loki admiting that he wants his friends back, this is a matter that concerns many people, not just one. Besides, he did say that after all of it is done, they can return to their timelines as they never left. That doesn't sound really selfish to me. In fact, it reminds me of something Vision said to Wanda a whole ago: "What is grief, if not love persevering?". Then not wanting to be alone is a lack, a void persevering and waiting to be filled. And if that implies saving the Multiverse as well, then so be it (but that is definitely NOT the only reason Loki does all of this. He wants, and now can, rewrite the story for the better. For everyone, not only for himself.)

As of episode 5: Science/Fiction Loki is one of the most powerful beings in the entire MCU. Being able to travel back at any given point in time and space just by willing it into existence isn't a small thing. This, I believe, is something we deserve to see Loki in control of. Maybe it sounds a little too much to say that the whole fate of Marvel is in his hands now, but...it kinda is, isn't it? If not for Loki, we'd face the same disappearance as in Infinity War, only 100% now, not only 50.

I have been waiting and theorising for a long time that Loki will become the God of Stories. The fact that we might see it in less than a week is...something.

Also judging by the posters (which show different outfits from different times) there's a new suit we'll see him in on screen, and I can't wait!

Thanks for reading <3

[nikkoliferous]

Out of the twelve episodes of the Loki show, only season 2 episodes 1, 5 and 6 felt like they were actually about Loki. He didn't even feel like the protagonist in like 75% of the show. And even in those three episodes, he was completely ooc, as if the episodes were centered around Larry not Loki. They wasted screentime on that random Zaniac guy and on Miss Minutes becoming horny ffs. Kang doesn't even matter to MCU anymore. They retconned Loki's character for nothing. I hate this all so much.

And Loki was suddenly so comfortable with using the torture devices of TVA. He was trying to protect the TVA for the majority of the series. Even at the end they don't destroy TVA, only reform it. And the entire two seasons had absolutely nothing to do with Loki. It's like they plucked Loki from his world and threw him into a random story that had jack shit to do with him and where he was most definitely not the protagonist.

*sorry, wanted to rant to someone and thought you might understand. 😅*

Take care and have a nice day!

it's not like they plucked Loki from his world and threw him into a story that had jackshit to do with him. that's precisely what they did.

...except no. they didn't even do that, actually. because even according to the show's own logic, this is canonically not our Loki. it's some random "variant" who didn't exist until sixty seconds into the series, who is inexplicably shown a reel of hand-selected, out of context moments from someone else's life in a bid to break him psychologically. (but really, to speed-run his "character development" and catch up all the viewers who have little to no familiarity with Loki. which seems to be what a lot of series stans are, by their own admission. funny how that works, isn't it? it's almost like the the show wasn't even made for fans of Loki).

after watching all of season 1 despite my better judgment, I made the choice not to watch a single episode of season 2, a decision which was only further cemented by what I have seen of it against my will through gif posts. so I can't speak to the contents of any individual episodes beyond season 1. I will just say that even if certain episodes of that season do centre around a character calling himself Loki, if that individual is so OOC as to be unrecognisable as himself, then those episodes are also not about Loki. and not to beat a dead horse, but again—none of the series, regardless of which character it focuses on, is about our Loki. it's about some other character bearing the name Loki so that Disney can reduce him to a mere commodity through the concept of the multiverse.

in the words of my Loki AI well over a year ago now:

[cookies-and-music]

Ghost. - part 8: Atonement.

This chapter's musical suggestion is either What was I made for? or Ocean Eyes, both by Billie Eilish (couldn't decide).

Part 1 here - part 9 here.

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

"Mobius, you don't understand, we found him. The man at the end of time." Loki ran a frantic hand through his hair, pacing in circles in the hallway. "We fought, and-"

"Loki."

The voice didn't come from Mobius. Loki turned and saw Lydia at the end of the hallway, with a hand over her mouth and wide, moist eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Lydia?" Loki tilted his head to the side before being pulled in different directions, as if he had become some sort of mush.

"Loki!" She cried, crossing the hallway towards him before he disappeared... and reappeared shortly after.

"What was that?" Lydia looked bewilderedly from Mobius to Loki, who shook their heads without responding, implying that they didn't even know. "Are you okay?"

"It's not as bad as it looks," Loki moved his neck to loosen it.

"You need help" Mobius grabbed his arm, beginning to walk, and Lydia positioned herself on Loki's other side. Her proximity made Loki tense; he wanted to tell her that she was a damn traitor, but there would be time for that later. He wouldn't be able to speak if he kept disappearing without completing a sentence.

"Does it look that bad?" he asked them.

"Noo..."

"Absolutely not..."

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"Hey," Lydia approached Loki, leaning on a railing to observe the landscape of the TVA citadel.

He turned towards her but didn't respond, looking back outside.

"I got you this" she handed him a takeaway cup with tea. "I'm not sure if you like it; I might have put too much sugar." As she prepared it, Lydia realized that it had always been him taking care of her, with small gestures like bringing her a hot drink when she was stressed.

Loki glanced from the cup to her before grabbing it with a nod and returning his gaze to the citadel.

Lydia mimicked him, taking a deep breath and a sip of coffee, hoping it would give her the courage she lacked at that moment.

"I'm glad you and Mobius managed to solve the problem of... you know... the disappearing act."

"Yeah."

"Yeah," Lydia looked down at her shoes and took another deep breath.

"I wanted to apologize" she turned to him.

Loki finally looked at her, furrowing his brows.

"You... you were right about me. I was wrong, I turned my back on you in the name of what I thought was my duty and my ambition." Lydia took a deep breath, evidently, just looking at him was enough to take her breath away.

"I'm a soldier, Loki. I'm given a mission, and I execute it, and for me, that's all there is. But in doing so, I lost a piece of my humanity, with every manipulation and every lie. It's true, I hurt you while you've always been a friend to me." She mustered the courage to look him in the eyes, but it failed her. "And for that, I apologize. I don't know if you can forgive me or trust me again-"

"Lydia."

She fell silent.

"It's been a long time."

“Has it?" Lydia tilted her head.

"For me, yes. A lot of things happened..."

It wasn't clear to her what he meant, as for her, it had been a couple days, or at least she thought, but she figured his words to do with his time jumps, or with the multitude of events he had experienced.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Loki saw that her face had a guilty expression, similar to the one he had seen on his own for several days, when he had believed her dead, before meeting her at the TVA. The expression of someone confessing their sins to a ghost.

"You sold me and Sylvie out to Renslayer to satisfy your ambition and quench your anger," Loki spoke calmly, as if he were just stating facts, and Lydia couldn't find anything to say in response, lowering her eyes under the weight of the truth.

Loki observed this too, before continuing. He was hurt by her, of course, but deep down, he felt he understood the feelings that had driven her and the weight of the consequences it carried.

"But I suppose I'm the last one who can condemn such things" he sighed to himself.

"I don't know if I can trust you again, but if it's forgiveness you seek" Loki captured her gaze with his "then consider it granted."

Lydia let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, captivated by his blue gems, and smiled at him, miming a "thank you" with her mouth. He nodded.

Lydia leaned on the railing next to Loki, and both took a sip of their respective hot drinks, savoring the silence for a few minutes.

"Would you mind telling me what happened down there, with... Sylvie?"

Loki moistened his lips before beginning. "We found him. The man at the end of time. We fought, and she pushed me through a time door."

"Why?" Lydia felt like she was missing a step.

"She betrayed."

A second passed.

"Well, clearly, you have a type."

That was not funny, but Loki laughed anyway.

Our boy is back, as promised. Gotta go fix my hair now, tomorrow it's monday and I have a real job, as a functional adult. Have a nice week everyone!

As usual, don't forget to like, comment and everything else.

[in-my-loki-feels]

Okay, had a lot of thoughts on this subject after chatting with @faux-fm so I'll dump them here. It's ~795 words so I'll put the majority under a readmore.

Imagine the Roxxcart mission going down a slightly different route than it does in the show...

Mobius is just a little faster and in the split second before the Timedoor closes, he jumps through. He lands on the other side, heart pounding, knowing that if he'd been any slower he'd be dead—or worse. He's just realizing he's back at the TVA when he hears the metallic clank of a locker shutting and turns to see Loki standing there, daggers in hand.

"Mobius, I can explain—"

"What the hell were you thinking?" Mobius snaps, still caught in a storm of emotions: frustration from seeing Loki look back and still choose to go through the door, fear from watching all those time charges disappear to who knows where.

"She's here! I had to follow her."

"Who's here?"

"The Variant! We were wrong, Mobius. They were never a he, or maybe they were at some point, but the point is the Variant is a she and she's getting away." Loki tries to brush past Mobius but Mobius catches his arm, his grip too tight.

"Please," Loki says, almost desperately. "Trust me."

Mobius searches his face for any hint of subterfuge, then looks down at the daggers Loki hasn't tried to use against him. "Damn it! Okay, let's go."

They rush out of the briefing room, argue briefly over which direction to try, and soon stumble across the first of many Minutemen, slumped or sprawled on the floor, unmoving. Mobius wants to check for a pulse the first time, but Loki is already hurrying down the hall so he has to run again to catch up. Again.

"Loki, slow down," he hisses as they turn a corner. At the end of the hall is an elevator and a cloaked figure, who is just finishing taking out two more Minutemen. When the person straightens, Mobius sees it's a woman wearing a very familiar set of horns, albeit with one broken off.

"Great," she spits when she sees the two of them. "Still following me and you've brought company."

This is them, Mobius realizes. This is the Variant they've been chasing for who knows how long. She unsheathes a short sword with a dark green blade. In a corner of Mobius' mind, he can't help noting that it's a very Loki-like blade. She's also wearing green and gold armor in a very Asgardian style.

"Well? What're you waiting for?" the woman snaps and Mobius realizes she's talking to him. "Not going to sick your dog on me?"

"Now, hang on," Loki starts, then quiets when Mobius steps forward and motions for him to stand down.

"I'm not gonna sick anyone on you," he says to the Variant, "but you have committed a pretty serious list of crimes against the Sacred Timeline, and it's time you answer for that."

She laughs and sneers, "Crimes against the Sacred Timeline. Give me a break." She turns away to press the call elevator button, confident enough to dismiss them.

Loki sucks air through his teeth and lunges forward.

"Loki!"

Mobius wants to follow but without a weapon, he knows he'd be in the way. He watches them trade blows, evenly matched to his eyes.

"Look, either you come willingly," Loki snaps, trying to grab her. The Variant reverses out of the hold and lunges with her sword but Loki manages to get behind her and twist her arm back.

"Or you won't," he continues. "Either way, you're going to get me a meeting with the Time-Keepers."

Mobius isn't sure about that, but capturing the TVA's number one Variant at Large would definitely earn him brownie points. He hears footsteps running down the hall towards them and twists to see Ravonna and two more Minutemen on the way. When he faces forward, the Variant has somehow gained the upper-hand and has Loki on his knees, with her sword at his neck.

"Come any closer and I'll kill him," she snaps, as backup arrives.

"Go for it," Von says.

"No!" Mobius is about to argue with Von about why they need Loki alive, when Loki twists to grab something from the Variant. A TemPad. Mobius realizes what will happen a second too late.

Loki's eyes are wide as they lock gazes. There's a frantic look in them, a moment of regret, and then both variants disappear through the Time Door beneath them.

"Loki!" Not again. Mobius rushes forward but the door winks out of existence. "Damn it!" There's no way of knowing which timeline they've gone to.

When Mobius looks up, Von has sent the Minutemen away and is giving him a look that's a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

"I told you," she says and then deactivates the Time Stick. "I have to go inform the Time-Keepers." She stalks off, not turning back even when he calls out to her.

[lokifan2]

You Become President Loki’s Tickle Toy

Pairing: Loki, President Loki and female reader

Language: none

Rating: G

Established friendship with OG Loki

Synopsis: You meet another version of Loki, President Loki. You notice he’s like the original (who brings President Loki to meet you after you’re curious about him), just a bit more intense, which intrigues you. You get to know him and become fast friends, when he weeds out your biggest weakness accidentally during a playful rift. President Loki takes the opportunity to explore it further and you find out how maniacal he really can be. Your Loki assists the President.

*Work in Progress *

You and Loki have been friends for quite a while now, but you’ve overheard him talking about other versions of himself to Mobious whilst also working at the TVA. In fact, that’s how you met. You were an intern for Loki and worked closely with him. This in turn, was how you met President Loki. When you met him, you thought he was pretty much like your Loki, only a bit crazier (in a good way), which is what drew him to you. You were quiet and reserved most times, but with TWO Loki’s…It’s assured you’re going to have a fun and outrageous time!

It was a Friday, and you and Loki had just clocked out from a long day at the TVA. Loki was in charge of keeping the timeline flowing in its destined path, and you were there to assist him and to run any errands he needed you to run. Since today was the end of the work week, you went and got doughnuts and coffee for some of the people who worked with you. It was a task you didn’t mind doing to celebrate the end of the work week.

Loki usually didn’t go with you as you drove to the nearest doughnut shop, which was conveniently located down the street from the TVA. You went in and bought two boxes of assorted doughnuts because everyone liked different things. You liked the doughnuts with chocolate icing and cream inside. You were a chocoholic and Loki always teased you about how much sugar that must be in just one of those things. That, mixed with some hot chocolate made you pretty peppy during the day and he noticed. You made more jokes and just acted sillier once you had breakfast.

On this particular day, you and Loki were tasked with talking to another Loki variant to check on their timeline. You were excited, because you were only told moments ago that Loki was one of a few variants of himself. One variant in particular you both had to talk to was President Loki to see if things were running the way they should. This variant resided in what was called “the void.” This was a place where people who were pruned went, and President Loki got pruned….A LOT for causing so much mischief.

This time, however, Loki found another way to get into the void so as to avoid hurting or killing you. It was sneaky, just like he was. He made small talk with some of the pruners he knew and at the mention of you, they helped you into the void safely. Alioth had already been defeated, so it was safe especially for Loki to be there. It was a vast area of barren land with many strange creatures residing there. You actually compared it to Davy Jones’ Locker in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies.

The both of you walked for a while until you saw someone who looked exactly like Loki, but with a different crown and a nice suit that was torn at the sleeve and a green vest underneath. His tie was neatly tucked under the vest and had a gold bar tie tag. A white collared shirt underneath it. The button on his left shoulder read “President “. His hair was jet black, chin length and tucked behind both ears. When he spoke however, his voice was a bit deeper than the Loki you knew. He also wore very nice black tailored shoes. He was very put together and had the ego to support it, which you snickered at.

“Ahh. And who might this lovely creature be?” he asked looking at you while shaking Loki’s hand. “This is (y/n). She is my assistant at the TVA.” The President bowed and kissed your hand. “Well, (y/n). It’s lovely to meet you. I hope you don’t mind my appearance. I’d have gotten better dressed if I knew a fetching thing like you were entering the void.” He was definitely a Loki. Cocky, suave and very sure of himself.

“What can I do for you on this fine day?” President Loki asked. “We’re here on official business,” Loki said and stepped in between the two of you. “Ahh. Yes. Progress in the void. Well, with me as President, I have seen no signs of retaliation from the people, nor any problems in general.” This was hard for you to believe, but as you looked around, you had to admit that things looked fairly normal after doing away with Alioth. They walked around and President Loki waved at the people passing by. Yep. He was DEFINITELY a Loki.

Once the three of you returned to the Presidential office, you all sat down and assessed the void and how it was doing. Amazingly, it seemed to have been running very well. You were surprised that a Loki could bring together people for the common good but he seemed to be doing it. You were impressed, so you got a little more comfortable with him and began teasing him. Just because you were tired of being so serious all day and your Loki could see it in your eyes. He smiled to himself and looked around the ginormous room. The President walked in and had his back to the two of you. A second later, he turned around with a big smile on his face. “Welcome to my office! Please don’t touch anything.” This Loki didn’t seem like the one your Loki had told you about. He was not dangerous in the least. Yes, he caused a Nexus event, but made a deal with the TVA to watch over the void and alert them if anything was amiss.

“I’m President Loki and I am burdened with glorious purpose! Blah! Blah! Blah!” President Loki cocked his head with a hint of a smile and raised brows. “And I thought this one was the ‘quiet’ type? Looks to me like she’s as mischievous as we are.” You laughed through your nose. “Well, I learned from the best. Didn’t I?” You looked at your Loki and he had that same smug smile on his face as if he was proud of himself. “You Loki’s are all the same. Haha!”

One thing you didn’t know, was in that moment, President Loki searched your mind for ways to make you understand who you were dealing with. He saw visions of your Loki holding you down and tickling the life out of you whenever you got sassy with him. He then smiled evilly. “Yes. I know a way to deal with you, darling.” His grin grew as he looked at your Loki. He had gotten the idea in a second as he looked back at the President and nodded. “Oh, I’m so scared. Two Loki’s against little old me. Oh, what shall I do?” you faked as you put the back of your hand to your forehead.

In an instant, your Loki had your hands behind your back and you were mere inches from the President. “Hey! I thought you were on my side?!” you whined as Loki’s face drew close to your ear. “I am. It’s just that, we Loki’s stick together. Especially when tormenting a beautiful young woman.” You blushed as he told you this because he’d never really said that to you before. He thought you were beautiful. Eek! You could just die, but you had more pressing matters to attend to than whether your Loki had a thing for you or not.

Slowly, both Lokis guided you to the ground and told you to put your arms over your head. Instead of putting your arms over your head, you put them ABOVE you and stretched them out. “Like this?” you teased. President Loki knew you were becoming more playful and thus had Loki pin your arms to the ground as he (the President) straddled your hips. Your heart started to race as their plan became reality. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, darling,” the Loki straddling you said somewhat darkly. “We both know what you’re doing. I looked inside that pretty little mind of yours and found something exquisite.” He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “ you’re ticklish….Maddeningly so….and we’re here to help you learn not to mess with us. Or, perhaps you mess with us because you love being tickled so?” He laughed evilly through his nose and sat back up, still looking at you. You wanted to say, “yes” but you couldn’t seem to get the words out. President Loki knew though as he and your Loki shared your secret kinetically.

“Mr. Loki,” he began. “ Since you know her so well, why don’t you start tormenting her first.” Loki Looked down on you from above and grinned wildly. “My pleasure.” From your vantage point, Loki looked upside down which made him look funny. You began giggling as you looked as his face. “Laughing already?” he replied. “Well, since you don’t mind….” He slowly lifted his hand and put it on your belly. “Any last words, darling?” You shook your head, “no” and smiled. “Well then. With your permission, I’m going to begin your torment.” Loki began to wiggle his fingers over your pale skin.

[orienteddreamerrr]

Loki being the AWESOME man and boyfriend that he is…

(KINDA LONG!)

(TV SHOW: “LOKI”!)

Rating: PG for...a brief assault scene and fluff!

(Loki x Fem Reader!)

Apparently, Mobius called in sick, so you had to cover for him. You donned your brown TVA jacket that had fit nicely with the outfit you picked along with a pair of black heels. You could tell this will be a very long day. You had just exited the dressing room when you notice a tall lean man standing by. It was Loki! “Oh! Loki! Didn’t see you there…”, Loki came up to you to notice what you were wearing. “You look dashing my darling!”, you looked at yourself to see what you were wearing really which was the same jacket as his. “Well…yeah, of course! We’re wearing the same thing!”, Loki looks at himself too and chuckles. “So it seems…come now! Are you hungry?”, You rubbed on your stomach a little. “Please!”, Loki chuckles again at your answer as he grabs your hand and leads you to the cafeteria. Of course, you had gotten your usual…(Your favorite food and drink). Loki of course didn’t get anything—he was probably not that hungry. As you took a seat, with Loki sitting in front of you, you can’t help but look out the window beside you to see lots of flying cars zooming past and the building structures in the distance.

“Pretty, isn’t it?”, You heard Loki lowly say those words in earshot. You look to see him not looking out of the window but towards you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter but dismiss it quickly. “Yeah…I guess…”, You grab your cup of drink, taking a sip. Loki from the looks of it didn’t like how you reacted. He gestured something with his empty hand. That’s when you soon felt a flower in your hair. You take it out seeing it was your favorite. You can’t help but smile. “You used your powers…didn’t you?”, Loki only smiles towards you. “Thanks…”, Loki leans back into his chair. “Oh, you don’t have to thank me…but you’re welcome…”, You smile even more as you proceed to take a quick few bites of your meal. “So…got any plans for the day?”, Loki had asked you that question as you take another sip of your drink. You go through your mind a little before responding, “No…not that I know of…”, Suddenly in the corner of your eye, you see a woman approaching. It was your friend and associate, Greta. “Miss Y/L/N! This just came in for you!”, She came up to you and handed you a vanilla folder. You frown slightly as you take it. “Thanks Greta…”, She flashes you a smile before making her way out of the cafeteria. You turn your attention back to Loki, who was looking a little bit concerned. “Well…guess I have plans!”, You toss the folder to the side, pretending to pout. Loki smirks at how you’re reacting. “Let me help you then…I can be very helpful…”, Of course, Loki was wanting to help you.

“Ugh! Fine…but try to control your powers and maybe I will let you help…ditch them! Now!”, Loki flicked his hands, as if he had just powered off his powers. “Done!”, he leans back in his chair as he smiled his cunning smile towards you. You only roll your eyes as you finished your food. After you did, you placed your flower inside your side coat pocket for safe keeping as both you and Loki exit the cafeteria. You walk side by side through the halls, with Loki lightly holding onto your hand. You didn’t mind the public affection but your mind races into thinking that everyone knows about the two of you being together—even your friend Greta. You had finally arrived at your office as you take the key from your pocket to unlock it. As you entered, you noticed you had totally forgotten to clean up as you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. “Sorry! My space is a mess…I meant to clean it…”, You think aloud as you proceed to start cleaning up, but in a flash, all the papers were neatened, and all the trash was put away. You turn to Loki who was standing by your doorway, smiling. “I thought I just told you to ditch them!”, you tell him in an annoyed tone as you go over to pull up a chair to your desk, slumping into it. “It’s a habit…”, you hear Loki say. “Plus…I can’t ‘power’ off my powers like that…I use them constantly…”, He pulls up an extra chair you had beside you. “Habit—yeah right!”, You mutter that under your breath as you typed away on your computer in front of you. Loki couldn’t help but chuckle at how irritated you were being.

You open the vanilla folder you had taken with you to find it being a case. You see a mugshot of a short black-haired man with raccoon looking eyes. His name is Gary Park. You instantly type away the info onto your computer as you had labeled it “Case # 47!”. Loki took the folder and looked it over himself. “Another case…he looks like a douchebag…”, You mentioned that to Loki in earshot. He scoffs at what you said. “Of course, there’s lots of them…”, Loki shoves the folder back to your side as you take it to look it over again. Out of nowhere, an orange holographic clock appears in front of you. It was Miss Minutes! “Tick tock! This case is due in 10 minutes…”, She announces. You sigh to yourself. “Miss Minutes! You never give me enough time to do anything!”, Miss Minutes giggles at your complaint, placing her small hands onto her round hips. “Well, that’s why all you have to do is enter the info and you’ll be done in no time!”, You look over to Loki who was looking at you in a funny way for some reason. He was just as uncomfortable as you were. You sigh to yourself once more. “Okay, I’m almost done then…”, You turn back to Miss Minutes as she nods to you, turning her attention to Loki. “Good…and how’s our mischievous little prince holdin’ up?”, Loki groans under his breath but you willingly answer for him. “He’s fine Miss Minutes, no need to follow-up…”, Miss Minutes gives a nod to you once more before disappearing out of thin air. Once you did finish, you log off and swivel your chair around to face Loki. “You doin’ okay?”, You ask him, taking notice of his mood as he sighs, leaning onto your desk. You place a hand on his shoulder as you scoot closer to him. “What’s wrong?”, Loki only shakes his head in response as places his hand on yours that’s on his shoulder. It was like he was having this dreaded feeling about something. “I’m fine darling…are we done now?”, You could only nod as you stand to your feet and walk out of your office with Loki trailing behind you. You got in front of him to stop him. “If there’s anything wrong…you tell me, okay?”, You sincerely told him, as if you were consoling him. He smirks and nod in response. You couldn’t help but to stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. He leans down towards you to instantly return it. He then gives you one last look before walking past you, making his way to Mobius’s office. You stand there and ponder…what’s going on with Loki? He never acted like this before. You shake off the feeling as you continued on your way.

Once the end of the day came, you were locking up your office, getting ready to go home and enjoy what weekend you have…with Loki of course! You are walking down this dimmed hallway, trying to search for him when you noticed this man up ahead. He looked drunk. And yet you though the policy didn’t allow beverages of any kind inside the office building. You pretend you don’t see him as you walked past him, but you hear him call out, “Hey pretty thing…you need help with somethin’?”, You turn and give him a look. “No…I’m fine…”, Just when you think he bought your answer, you heard shuffling of feet and the next thing you knew, arms were wrapped around your waist as you felt a pair of lips on your neck. You grab onto the man’s arms to try to pry him off, but it was no use. “Get off of me you asshole!”, you shout, still attempting to pry him off. You were starting to struggle. You feel his hands moving to your neck, forcing you to turn around, attempting to choke on you now as you are pushed up against the wall. “Loki! Help!”, You can only get those two words out as you start to gag. Your vision starts to darken and get blurry alongside with your hearing starting to get fuzzy and ring. But you see someone appear and hit the guy on the head with a lot of force, so much, that he collapses to the floor with a thud.

You slump against the wall as you regain your bearings from the scuffle, coughing and trying to catch your breath. “Are you okay love?”, It was Loki! He came to your aid! You see him come closer to you as he attempts to assess you for any injuries. “Yeah…I was about to come and find you when this dummy came around to get his grubby hands on me…”, Loki was looking concerned as ever as he was still checking you out. “Well…at least you’re alright…you could’ve gone the other way though…”, He points down the hallway that the both of you were still on. You look down the hallway and then back to him. “Yeah, sorry…this place is a maze!”, Loki hugs on you, smoothing out your hair that was a little ruffled up. “It’s fine love…it’s not your fault but you have to be more aware of your surroundings, alright?”, Loki releases you for a moment as you take notice of his shiny green eyes…which looked sincere and loving. You nod to him, feeling him hug on you some more before letting go and taking your hand in his. Once both of you stepped out of the building and down the steps, a blonde-haired man was waiting off to the side. It was Mobius! You rush over to hug him, feeling him hug back. “Hey! You feeling okay?”, You ask him, releasing him as you hear him sigh. “Yeah! Yeah…never better…just had the sniffles…wasn’t that bad…”, He looks to Loki who was standing behind you. “And I hope Loki didn’t cause you any problems…”, You hear Loki scoff as you turn to see him giving Mobius a look. You smile to yourself as you answer for him. “Yeah…he didn’t…”, You look back to Mobius as he only nods in approval. He gestures to a car that was hovering nearby. “Anybody want a ride?”, You smile and rush over to the car, but as you were about to grab the handle, Loki comes up and grabs it for you, opening it. “After you love…”, He smiles at you afterwards. You smile back to him as you go in, with Loki going in after you. Mobius enters the driver’s side last as he starts up the engine. You feel it start to move as you were now off back to the little apartment where you all stay. Loki can be a mischievous person sometimes, but he can be a gentleman once you get to know him!

The End!❤️

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