#l/oki

[tvfish]

A relaxing day at the beach isn't so relaxing when you have a god of mischief hanging around.

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Burning Ice

Fandom: Marvel: Loki (TVA era specifically) Summary: Loki is feeling a little overworked and under the weather... and then he really takes a nose dive. Not to fear, the TVA's best agent is on the case! CW: s2 spoiler mentioned in passing but not discussed in depth mess (spray), handkerchief, fever, whump, negative self-talk, Jotun Loki, crying (I feel like I'm missing tags, let me know if I can do better!) Word Count: 2223 words MINORS DNI Author Note: Blue Loki makes an appearance... This is very much a fever fic with snz IMO so... do with that what you will. Translation: "Streð mik" means "fuck me" in Old Norse, according to my 5 minutes of internet searching.

Standing before the beverage machine, Loki rubbed scathingly at his temples, which quickly turned into a rub of tired eyes. With work at the TVA piling up, Loki began to feel significantly less and less God-like. He sniffed and turned the dial on the blasted machine for a cup of tea for something to soothe his aching throat. It had been like this since he woke up this morning.

Dry, aching, scratchy. He turned his head to suppress a slight cough into his shoulder as the drink machine sputtered out the last of his black tea. It was nothing like the luxurious herbal remedies of home, but it would have to do. He pushed back his long, dark hair from his face and turned to head back to his cubical with the cup in hand.

Loki eased back down into the desk chair with a little sigh through his mouth, not currently trusting his nose. It had been rather congested since this morning as well. He sipped at the tea, grimacing when it tasted like half-flavored leaf water and moved a few files to set down the cup.

The steam still coming off the cup had gotten his nose running, however, and with the runes blocking his magic now broken… He summoned a handkerchief in a small flash of green and instantly felt like he’d run a mile. A little gasp was punched out of him, and he slumped in his chair, clinging tight to that handkerchief he’d conjured. Delicate with green and gold embroidery.

“You doing magic over there? Thought we agreed that was for emergencies only?” said Mobius suddenly.

For a split second, Loki gathered the soft cloth into a tight fist to hide it from view as he glanced up only to find Mobius hadn’t bothered to poke his head over. He must have only noticed the flash of green from his magic. Perceptive, Loki would indeed give him that.

“Just a small charm, I assure you. Nothing nefarious. I just-” Loki abruptly cut his sentence short as he felt a burning tingle in his sinuses. No. This was absolutely not the time for this. It didn’t seem like his body cared much for his whims at the moment, however, as he sucked in a sudden and sharp hitch of breath. “J-huh-! H’TSHue!”

In an instant, the handkerchief flew to his face to try and catch the spray. “Pardon me,” He mumbled, giving a little sniff and wiping as he spotted Mobius now pop up like Rattatosk the squirrel.

As he balled up the handkerchief once more in his hand, Loki sniffled and reached for the still-steaming cup of tea. All the while, he could feel Mobius’ eyes on him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. “I believe the phrase is take a picture; it’ll last longer.” He scoffs over the top of his cup before having another sip of the disappointing liquid.

“You’re sick,” Mobius says, blinking a few times at Loki, who stubbornly meets the agent’s gaze only to find… concern.

“I’m fine,” Loki assured him quickly and set down his cup to resume his lengthy dig into all the paperwork he had left to finish.

While Loki may not have been directly watching Mobius, he was privy to every movement of his coworker from the corner of his eye. The silver-haired man had moved out of his cubical to stand at the edge of Loki’s. “Like the time you were time slipping kind of fine?”

Now Mobius was leaning on his desk, invading Loki’s personal space in a sense, and the god reared his head back like a snake.

“It’s fine, Mobius.”

“’Cause you don’t look fine.”

“I’m fine.”

“You look like you’ve been hit by a bus. No offense.”

An exhausted little sigh slipped out of Loki, who pinched the bridge of his nose. This time, Loki’s voice came out softer, with less defensive venom. “I’m alright, just tired, and want to finish this paperwork.”

Mobius was crossing his arms across his chest and frowning at him. “Alright,” He pats Loki’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze before turning to leave. “I’ll let you work on that.” As Mobius was about to round the corner out of sight, he called over his shoulder, “Be back in a little while!”

Loki blinked sluggishly at his coworker’s odd behavior, frankly too tired to think too hard about it. He sniffled again and grimaced at the sound of it now, rather glad to be alone after the wet snuffle.

The realization he was alone now was a somber one. Still, he was grateful in a way. Mobius didn’t have to be around to witness his misery.

His misery seemed only doomed to increase as the tickle in his nose reignited after a quick swipe with the handkerchief. “Hh’etchhue! Huh… hhh-! Ugh… Streð mik.” Loki swears under his breath, bringing the cloth to his quickly reddening nose. Even with the soft handkerchief he’d conjured, the steady sheen of mess around the rim of his nostrils demanded constant attention.

So much so he could barely work. And when he wasn’t working, he was sneezing or coughing into his handkerchief. It went on like that for a good hour or so.

Just as he could feel that tickle starting to swell in the depths of his nasal passages again, making his lungs stutter in their rhythm for a moment, he heard footsteps. Panic flares in Loki’s chest. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed, how little he’d gotten done, how poor the quality of his craft would Odin…

“Hey… Woah,” Mobius had a hand on his shoulder and was turning him in his seat. Mobius. Not Odin, like his mind had been screaming in fear.

Loki rattled out a hefty sigh of relief and sagged a little. “It’s just you…”

Mobius looked perplexed for a few seconds, a steaming travel cup in one hand and a bag tucked under his arm. “Yeah, just me, pal. You sure you’re feeling alright?” One of the agent's hands came up to feel Loki’s forehead. “That’s some fever. When were you gonna tell me you weren’t feeling great?”

A thick, almost gurgling snuffle comes from Loki, and he grimaces at himself before lifting the soft cloth to scrub at his itchy nose some more. “I wasd’t- oh for…” He gives his nose a quick, productive blow into the handkerchief and groans a little afterward. “I wasn’t planning on telling you… I thought I’d finish up here and ride this out somewhere quiet alone.”

The expression on Mobius’ face looked pained to Loki, though he struggled to piece together why at the moment. Different theories danced around in his mind until he realized Mobius was speaking to him. “- take you somewhere to eat this and lay down. How’s that sound?”

Loki gives a slight hum of acknowledgment to agree to whatever Mobius is saying. Trusting that whatever Mobius has in store for him is good news, Loki gets to his feet only to sway slightly. “Woah- I’m alright.” He says quickly, assuring Mobius, who had shot out a hand to rest on his lower back. “What did you say we were doing?”

They were already walking down hallways and making too many turns for Loki’s fevered brain to even begin to try and comprehend.

“Somewhere comfortable for you to rest a while,” Mobius answered him and patted his back a little. “And somewhere you can drink this tea and eat this nice soup I went and got you.” Soon enough, they entered into a comfortable enough-looking room that had a bed. It was similar enough to a plain bedroom with 70’s era-looking TVA technology.

Right away, Mobius went to set down the cup and bag of food before checking the room’s thermostat. “You Norse Gods like it warm, I guess? Or do you have like… an eternal summer?”

The innocent ignorance made Loki smile a little to himself as he moved further into the room, taking it all in curiously. “We have seasons on Asgard, but no… I like it a little colder.” He admits, nostrils suddenly twitching as that tickle rears its head again while his chest swells. “Hh-! Oh, come on, now? R-Realleh’Tshh! Ng’XtSHue! EgH’Tshiew! Huh…”

Loki had been sluggish, and his reaction too slow to cover entirely, misting the air in front of him with his sneezes. “I’m terribly sorry, Mobius.” 

 “Bless you, nothing to be sorry for. You’re sick.” Mobius waved a hand at him after having set the temperature for the room to be a bit cooler than average. “There. Maybe that’ll help that fever, too. Try the tea. Heard you coughing from down the hall.”

By now, Loki was easing onto the bed to sit and hesitantly reached out to peek into the travel cup. “Trusting you not to poison me.” He jested, raising the cup to Mobius before taking a sip and letting out a delighted groan when the tea tasted divine. Even with his nose practically stopped up, he could taste it. “Mobius, this is fantastic. Where did you get this?”

The agent rocked on his heels with his hands in his pockets, smiling slightly. “Secret little café I know of. The soup is from a place nearby. I’ve been trying to figure out your taste profile. You’re not necessarily a fancy guy, but you’re a quality guy, I think.” The smile on Mobius’ face is almost playful, and if Loki had the energy, he’d make it into a verbal sparring match.

“Perhaps I am. Thank you, Mobius. For all of this.” Loki murmurs quietly and sips at the tea some more, letting the delightfully herbal wave wash over and soothe his sore throat.

Mobius took his hands out of his pockets and sat on the edge of the bed beside Loki. “Y’know, for some reason, it never occurred to me that you could get sick… I just- I guess I just figured you couldn’t.” And the look on Mobius’ face could only be described as… remorseful.

Still, Loki struggled to understand why.

“I got sick rather a lot as a child, actually,” Loki says quietly, not even sure why he’s saying it. Something is making his tongue feel loose, and for a moment, he does wonder if Mobius poisoned him. “Strength is heavily prized where I come from. Strength, health, and physicality… in Asgard and Jotunheim. I was abandoned for being-” The tears welling in his eyes were against his will, and Loki could feel the tightness in his throat as he struggled to breathe through the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

A warm hand reaches out to rest on his thigh and squeezes gently. “For being sick…” Mobius finished quietly as he put the pieces together. It was only then Loki realized Mobius was probably one of the few who had ever bothered to look for Odin, gathering him up as a child on the Sacred Timeline.

“Is that why you didn’t tell me?” The agent asked him quietly, to which Loki gave a slow nod, sniffling against the renewed congestion that had only gotten worse with the tears now streaming down his cheeks.

A bitter little laugh escaped Loki, who tried to wipe away the tears from his cheeks, eyes red from crying, but perhaps also just a shade redder than that. “I’m quite the Jotun runt. So small I fit in with the average-sized Aesir or Midgardian. I mean I’m…” The tears began to redouble as Loki felt woozy, practically hysterical.

Then, all at once, he let the façade drop.

Pale skin drained of any color it had left to a blue hue, and the ridged and raised lines of Jotun markings appeared. Loki fixed a red-eyed gaze upon Mobius, who stared back with those increasingly painfully kind eyes. Part of Loki wanted nothing more than to lash out. To demand to know why he wasn’t recoiling.

“I’m pathetic…” he finished softly.

Mobius scooted closer to him on the bed and wrapped an arm around him, Loki finding himself sinking into that warmth with shocking ease. “If even Gods get sick, then I think we all deserve sick days, huh? How about it?” A warm hand rubbed slowly at his back, and Loki leaned further into Mobius. “I’m not going anywhere, Loki. Just rest. I’ve got you.”

Already, Mobius was gently extracting the travel cup from his limp blue fingers, and Loki was fading against his friend’s shoulder, feeling utterly exhausted and fevered. “Wake me if we get a case…” He mumbles softly. “I’ll be… fine.”

“Okay, Loki,” Mobius said soothingly, gently helping ease him back into the bed to lie underneath the blankets.

Still, a blue hand shot out to grip Mobius’ wrist tightly. “Don’t go?” He pleaded desperately, afraid he’d be left alone now that he was tucked in and settled.

“Hey, hey, I’m not going. I’m right here. Look.” Mobius kicked off his work shoes much like he’d slid off Loki’s and slid right into bed next to him. “See? Right here. By your side.” Their hands clasped together on top of Loki’s slowly rising and falling chest while the God of Mischief sniffled thickly.

“Thank you, Mobius.” And just like that, Loki’s eyes fluttered closed, and he was out like a snuffed torch.

[soupandtissues]

A little Loki with allergies fic I found.

[soupandtissues]

We're pulling fics out of moth balls and actually finishing things hooray!

Aftershocks

The TVA was a nightmare.

Loki had thought that when he’d first arrived and nothing since then had convinced him otherwise as he pulled out yet another tissue from the box on Mobius’ desk and blew his nose.

Far from moving the cement of congestion that filled his head it merely flared up the constantly teasing tickle in his sinuses. “hih-heh’IGTCHShh!”

He braced himself only to remember once more that there would be no aftermath.  Well at least there was one bright spot in all this he thought as he gave his chapped nostrils a final wipe and Mobius came around the corner.

“Come on we’ve got an assignment.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, this is an organization, and unlike being a prince of Asgard, we’re expected to work.” he said, and pulled out his Tempad. “Simple patrol of a possible nexus event, just a quick look around make sure nothing drastic happens be an hour or two tops.”

“Why us?” Loki asked, standing up and closing up his jacket. “Out on the timeline I’ll have my magic back.”

“I told you before it’s not an issue.”

“You have a form of containment then?   You know what happens when I’m ill.”

“Yeah you’re a whiny pain in the ass now come on.”

The time door came up and Mobius pulled him through it before Loki could voice any more protests.

***

Loki sighed as their patrol slowly ticked over into the second hour.  Mobius was keeping a brisk pace ahead of him, but Loki merely dropped another half a step back.  Tucking his arms over his chest and shivering.  The place they were checking was experiencing fall weather and his jacket unfortunately did little against the late autumn chill.  He sniffled thickly and rubbed his nose against his sleeve feeling his cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the mess he was making of it.  Mobius could have at least given him time to grab more tissues.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets trying to keep warm and vainly hoping once more they weren’t empty.  Being back on the timeline his seidr wrapped around him like a favourite blanket, but it was out of alignment thanks to his illness so he knew better than to try to conjure a handkerchief.  It was one of the disadvantages of being a mage.  His magic was intertwined at the very core of his being and being that he felt awful it was fickle and so…

“Heh…”

So it would be best not to sneeze!

“Hah…”

Loki knew he couldn’t help it though, and instead pinch his nose hard to try and contain it.

“hah’ITNXtch! hh’IGNXTCHh!”

He sighed at the flourish of green sparkles that now floated in the air.

“Loki,” Mobius hissed as the agent rushed back to him.

“Oh, Mobius, do you have a tis-ihh’ISShuh! Snf! Tissues?”

The remaining leaves on the tree next to them turned an array of neon pink and yellow.  Well at least it was pretty Loki thought.

“Loki!  What do you think you’re doing!?”

“Nothing?”

“That is not nothing!” he shouted, gesturing to the tree.

Loki stared at him utterly confused. Mobius said he had studied his life he knew he wasn’t doing this on purpose.

“I can’t help it.  You said you’ve watched me you should know I don’t have full control of magic when I’m ill especially not when I snf! I sn-ehh sneezehhh…ahh-” pressed a hand hard under his nose, again trying desperately to hold back, but it was running so much now that the itch was utterly relentless. Instead he clamped his arm over his face to save some shred of decorum.

“huhh’USHhh! ASSHHuh! IESHHhuh!”

A portal opened underneath them and gravity took over from there.

At least the stream broke their fall.

“I’m terribly sorry, are you hurt?” Loki asked, as they got to the shore, ignoring the shaking of his own body as the frigid waters had soaked through his clothes and he wasn’t about to attempt to dry them.

“No, I’m all right.” Mobius answered, searching his pockets and hoping the Tempad hadn’t been damaged.

“I would advise you to hurry, Mobius, I fear I’m going to-to sne-ehh-sneeze again.”

“Hold that thought.” Mobius said, and pressed his finger up under Loki’s nose that was now bright red and clearly irritated.

“Hehh…”

Working the Tempad furiously with one hand his other rubbed at Loki’s nose as it twitched and flared.

“Ehh-huhh…”

At last the time door opened and Mobius’ got both of them through it and into his rooms.

“EHHH’ESSHHUUuh!”

Mobius hand stayed at the elbow he had grabbed and his strong grip kept Loki from falling over.

“You all right?”

“Snf! That nothing is broken except my pride?  Then yes I’m fine.” Loki answered, his voice muddled with congestion.

“Okay.” Mobius maintained his grip on his arm and got Loki seated on the bed with a box of tissues in his lap.  “Just try to relax I’m gonna check that we didn’t branch the timeline and be right back.”

Mobius was longer than he planned to be having stopped to grab some soup, orange juice, and various other items as a peace offering; and having to fend off several strange looks for his soaking wet attire.  So he was surprised to find Loki in the exact same spot when he returned, just with more tissues crumpled up in the waste basket.  Still he was wet and shivering, and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“Thought I said to relax,” Mobius admonished, putting everything he’d brought on the nearest table.

Loki managed a small laugh.  “Satisfaction is not in my nature, Mobius.  Out on the timeline I worried about my magic, what it could do unrestrained, and now that that is of no consequence I can’t –heh-I can’t hehh…hehh…”

He groaned as the tickle backed down yet again.

“Never do anything by halves do you?”

This was no snarky come back just a small shake of his head, leaving him looking the perfect portrait of misery, Mobius set about trying to help.  Giving Loki hot tea and finding pyjamas that mostly fit him, amongst a lot of sniffling and false starts.

“huhh-Damn,” Loki swore as the sneeze left him again.

“Here let me help.”

Without waiting for an answer Mobius began tracing his finger softly over the reddened nostrils.

“M-Mobius.”

“Shh, pussycat, I’m working.”

He moved his finger down his nose in a teasing caress.

“Hehh…”

He kept moving back up and down in a steady rhythm until Loki’s head tilted back, his nostrils blown wide.

“I…ihhh…I must…uhh…”

Mobius nodded and grabbed for the tissues to cover for him.

“ihh’IEASHHUuh! ASSHh!”

Loki drew in a ragged breath as the fit continued.

“Hehhh…Huhh’AESHHuh! EESSHHh! ISSHHhhuh!”

“Bless you.” Mobius said, as Loki leaned heavily against him.

As he did Mobius noticed his skin was warm in a way it hadn’t been earlier and frowned, pressing a hand to the god’s forehead.

“I’m sorry dragging you out on the timeline like that I made this worse, didn’t I?”

Loki couldn’t disagree, but it had been too long since he’d felt anything close to this kind of touch and so he merely shifted closer to him.

“Hmm,” he hummed softly in agreement, his head leaning against Mobius’ shoulder, and sniffled.

Mobius stiffened, but not in disgust Loki noted instead he seemed to be trying to hide pleasure.

“You like this,” Loki noted.

Mobius blushed, trust Loki to figure him out so quickly.  It was his own fault really for being so forward.

“Yeah well I like I lot of things I’m not supposed to, you for starters.  And yeah including that.”

Loki glanced up with a familiar gleam of mischief in his eyes.  Before he pressed his nose to Mobius’ collar bone, nostrils twitching at the fading scent of cologne.

“hehh-huh’ASHeshh!”

Mobius moaned in response.

“Pardon me,” Loki said, with a wicked grin.

“Mischievous scamp.”

“I know.”

Mobius had no response then and merely got them both shifted on the bed and under the covers.

“You’re going to catch this being so close you know that, Mobius.”

He just shrugged and pulled Loki in closer anyway, setting a box of tissues between them.  “I have enough sick days for the both of us.”

Imagine that whenever Loki sneezes there’s a burst of his magic which causes various things to happen like objects to fly, fall, appear, disappear, etc. If he ever catches a cold, uncontrolled chaos will ensue

[dizzybizz]

captain jasmine "jazz" drake broke into my brain and is now living there rent free help

[emero0]

Do you guys ever have a headcanon so strongly ingrained in your brain you forget its not canon so when canon contradicts it you’re confused

[2129888]

my @oofurixmas secret santa gift for @abezer !

you wanted something w/ the guys hanging out outside of school~ i always thought it'd be hilarious for them to all gather up, maybe on a cold rainy weekend, and watch a scary movie together. it's not superrr winter themed, but i hope i delivered something fun for you anyways! ❤️

[softsnzstuff]

So already right off the bat - M/obius being concerned about L/oki and L/oki being like “really, I’m fine. It’s not even that bad.”

Is EXACTLY the dynamic I’m feral for

FINALLY watching S2 of L/oki so I can hop on that train 🌙🐊

[la-hannya]

Me and my Beast Boss manga is hitting all my monsterfucker kinks.

Monster husbando who gets territorial when someone touches their human boo? F*ing delicious. Absolutely eating that shit up.

Anyway, volume 2 is out in English finally. Go get it! ❤️

[translightyagami]

L in Misa's clothes? Being jealous? It's more likely than you think.

YES I am still writing chapters for my kinktober fic. There's, like, a story I have to finish here.

Light's Perfect Plan | chapter 7: possessive

“Turn around now,” L said. “I’m ready for you.” Light scooted his chair around. The false smile he painted on melted away the moment he faced L. Pretending attention proved unnecessary. L’s phone calls returned to him and made sudden sense. Gone was the white long sleeve and baggy jeans – instead, L stood before Light in Misa’s clothes. He wore two pieces Light recalled the model showing off before – a red-patterned pleated skirt and black ribbed pullover, the collar trimmed in fake white fur. No stockings or tights, just L’s bare legs shaved smooth as they’d never been before. Most notable in this costume, however, wasn’t the clothing or his legs but L’s hair. “Do you like it?” L touched his dark curling twin tails, running both hands down their length. “I wasn’t sure what to wear. Amane has so many outfits.”

(L gets jealous that Light is thinking about Misa after she gets evidence against Higuchi. He takes matters into his own hands to show Light that he must not be ignored.)

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

O.O

MARTYN'S THE FIRST RED

AND THEN JIMMY'S SECOND

OOUUGHH I'M GLAD THEY'RE FIRST TO GO FOR LORE PURPOSES BUT ALSO WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP RUNNING MARTYN 😭

The Watchers must really hate him after Limited Life huh :/ o.o

And I mean Jimmy's obvious lol

He's canarying but only after Martyn now lol xD

Martyn just don't steal the final death xd

Honestly if he did it would be wild though

ANYWAY, I need to watch BigB's point of view still but I love that him and Mumbo are the most confusing ones in the server <3. They need to team up and confuse each other, but confuse everyone else even more

Lovely episode, stressful xd

[fuckin-sick-bih]

i don't usually write the style of sick fics of like... stomach aches/emeto area, but like... my brain cannot stop thinking about the fact that Mobius M. Mobius probably only knows how to make horrifying 60's 70's foods that he wants to cook for Loki. and Loki at first is says "absolutely not" only to find Mobius later picking at a piece of it by himself. so Loki sits down and has a slice of... whatever monstrosity it is with him and it's not terrible. but it definitely doesn't like Loki. cue guilt from Mobius about "poisoning" a god and a little panic about not knowing how to take care of him in this sense because he's studied Loki! he knows Loki! but this? this is new! so Loki just requests to be held for a while, touch starved trickster he is.

[soupandtissues]

Support Systems

After time slipping again, and again...and again Loki finally fixes the loom and his body shows how much it appreciates everything he's put it through. Thank goodness for friends.

There was a lot of talking in the control room, but no more alarms flashing, and no yelling that everyone was going to die so Loki sat near the steps to the gangway just listening and it was nice.  He glanced over to where Mobius was passing around hot cocoa as OB, Casey, and Victor were signing every book they had on each other.

Loki sipped his own drink and it felt good on his throat.  It was no doubt sore from the endless times coaching Victor down that gangway, but now they’d done it.  Changed the equation and lived to tell about it.  Draining the last of the cup he looked out at the tree green and gold, at its trunk, casting shimmering rainbows over the windows.  It was beautiful.  He smiled, but slumped slightly, drawing his knees up for support, as everything seemed to catch up with him and suddenly he just felt heavy.

“Hey, you okay?” Sylvie asked.

“Just happy it’s over…for now anyway,” he answered, as she sat down next to him.

“Love the new outfit.”

Loki chuckled. “Thank you.”

“You know the offer is still open to conjure me a new one.”

“I’m not sure your manager would want you out of uniform.”

She looked at him confused and he frowned in confusion as well.

“The branches are safe, Sylvie.  You can go home.”

“Do you really think so little of me?”

“Since we’ve agreed on nothing since this started I was certain it was you who think little of me-ehh…”

He curled a fist under his nose as his breath hitched sharply.

“Heh’INNGTChh!”

“Bless you.”

“Should we even say that to you?” Mobius asked, joining them on Loki’s other side.

Loki waved them off.  “It’s fine.”

The latent itch in the back of his nose told him they would likely be doing it again anyway.

 “You're right hope is hard, but maybe we can...replace it with something better…why do I know that?”

“I don’t even remember which cycle that was.”

Now everyone was starting to look at him with curious expressions.

“The loom was meant as a failsafe by He Who Remains to reset everything back to one timeline. I learned to control the time slipping and be able to find a solution to his plan.  So it’s possible you can learn it too, Sylvie.  Maybe that’s why you remember something I didn’t technically say.”

Mobius eye’s widened in understanding. “That’s why you knew everything you’ve done this before.”

“Just h-how many times have I gone out there?” Victor asked.

Loki just stared out the window and said nothing.

“How many times, Loki?” Mobius asked.

He leaned back closed his eyes with a sigh.

“Countless and I don’t even want to think about the rounds and rounds I did at the citadel.”

“See you soon he said…he always knew what he was doing,” Sylvie concluded.

Loki nodded in agreement before covering his nose as the itch grew once more.

“Huh…huhh hh’ITSCSHhuh!”

The sneeze scraped his throat and he let out a cough, rubbing at his eyes against the pressure that was beginning to build behind them.

“All right come on you know where OB keeps that bed he doesn’t use.”

Loki glanced over to OB and Casey.

“The readings are stable?”

OB nodded. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Okay.”

Mobius got Loki up, then keeping a firm hand on his shoulder began steering him out of the room and down the hall.  Sylvie went with them.

“Do I want to know why you know that or why OB doesn’t need it?” she asked.

“The version of me you saw coming out of the elevator that was when the time slipping first began happening.  It’s why I knew what to do in pruning myself.  Why I knew you were at the TVA.”

“And he collapsed that last time after we had to rip him out of timelines all at once to fix it and after all that he was still only worried about you.”

“Really?”

“I said I just wanted you to be okay.  I wanted to make sure you were and you are.”

They arrived at the tiny room and Loki ducked his head into his elbow.

“Huh-ISSSHHh! IESSHUuh! Ehhh…ESSHHuh!”

“You aren’t though.”

Loki shrugged and sniffled. “Small price to pay.”

Sylvie rolled her eyes and conjured a green blanket over his shoulders as he sat down on the bed.

“Yeah well consider Peter and Paul paid in full and relax,” Mobius said, putting his hand back on Loki’s shoulder and squeezing firmly. “We got this.”

“Thank you.”

Mobius smiled and Sylvie did as well and they both left the room.

Loki sighed and slumped forward, clutching the edge of the cot tightly just to make sure it was staying firm and the room wasn’t disintegrating.   Everything remained as it should and so he stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes, and at last let himself rest, trusting in them, all of them.

[freezegirl]

freeze girl + meeting some of the greats

[rainingincale]

She only went and done it 👀

[pastelaspirations]

So, my fren, my buddy, me pal, @inkclover made their amazing OC, Lottie canon. Basically. In that, people are now aware of Lottie's majesty and magnificence because you can see her on Inky's official youtube channel.

THEREFORE. I NO LONGER HAVE TO HIDE MY LOVE FOR LOTTIE. I can share the birthday art I did for Inky months ago without worry of accidentally revealing a wholesome character not meant for public consumption yet. >:D

HAPPY REALLY BELATED BIRTHDAY, INKY, EVEN THOUGH YOU ALREADY SAW THIS.

Now, please join me in the Lottie Fan Club. Our official club activities include swooning over Lottie, making fanart of Lottie and her frens, and flustering Inky with their incredible character design skills-