#mobius m mobius

[avetheangel]

"For you, for all of us"

Burdened with Glorious Purpose.

"I know what kind of god I want to be."

[dilfmobius]

LOKI ↳ 2x02 "Breaking Brad" deleted scene ↳ 2x05 "Science/Fiction"

[natendo-art]

✨ I hope you like it… ✨ . . Mobius was 100% on board with having statues to honour Loki around the Tva. But the reality of seeing his face wherever he goes is more crushing than he realised … .

I wrote a little story to go with the sketch 🥺

[darealsaltysam]

so that tva comic huh

[cha0ticlesbian]

Okay so I have this idea in my head and I need to get it out so if anyone wants to make this into a proper fic or something I would love that

Okay so if we’re taking the new TVA comic as canon to the show then my guess would be that Mobius tried to live on the sacred timeline (obviously not as Don since his original timeline was pruned) but he couldn’t do it and ended up going back to the TVA which gave the time for them to have changed things while he was gone, hence the new variant recruits and the Loki statues. (which I feel like would have been a Casey idea)

So Mobius comes back and things are very different now and he’s still getting used to it but the one thing he can’t seem to shake is the statues, the constant reminder of what he lost and what could’ve been. So now every morning without much thought about it, he walks by the statue and starts talking to it, he’ll tell this “Loki” how his day went, about a new case, anything really, something like a diary you know? But what Mobius doesn’t know is that somehow everything he’s been saying has been sent out to Loki stuck in that tree like prayer, and Loki desperately wishes he could say something back to him.

Eventually after trying very hard Loki is able to talk back, and one lonely morning Mobius walks up to the statue, sighs and simply says “mornin’ Loki” only to hear in his own head “hello Mobius”

AND THEN IT CONTINUES FROM THERE OR SOMETHING IDK OKAY

[izumiyagami14]

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[distracteddream]

NEW FIC: “Trespass Sweetly Urged”

A Lokius Vampire/Priest Fic, rated E

The vampire Mobius invites Father Laufeyson to celebrate the Longest Night.

[martianbugsbunny]

That's How He Knows He's Yours (A Lokius Fic)

Okayyyy I would have sworn up and down that I had already posted this fic ??? but I did a bunch of different search attempts and I couldn't find it so I guess I didn't

The premise is basically Loki and Mobius are going to a party and Mobius is helping him with his hair, but Mobius has been studying up on the meanings of different Jotun hairstyles and accidentally-on-purpose picks the one that means "I'm taken." Ofc there's a bit of cultural headcanon involved. It's super fluffy w a little bit of flirtatiousness, so read on and enjoy!

The TVA was having a party.

That wasn’t really the important thing, but it was interesting. Mobius couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a party—but they needed to keep their spirits up after finding out that their entire lives were, in fact, lies, so a party it was. Every sector was having its own, because the TVA was too immense for all of the employees to have fit in a single room if they’d been threatened with death to do it.

Well, anyway, the important thing was that Mobius wasn’t going alone. He’d convinced Loki that it would be more fun to go together than to go separately, or not to go at all.

The other important thing was that Mobius had offered to braid Loki’s hair, which had grown considerably longer than it had been the first time they’d met, and that Loki had taken him up on it.

He’d spent hours studying both Jotun and Aesir braiding styles—not just the actual construction, but also the meaning behind them. In the end he’d picked the Jotun style that signaled “I’m taken” because it was beautiful, and because he was pretty sure Loki didn’t know enough about his own culture to know what it meant himself, so Mobius could convince himself it wasn’t that much of a presumption.

“I’m not so sure about this suit,” Loki said, sitting patiently as Mobius brushed his hair before plaiting it. “The gold stripes are a bit much, don’t you think?”

“What happened to the guy who used to strut around wearing gold armor and a cape?” Mobius teased, beginning the first braid. Left under the middle, right under the middle, he muttered under his breath.

“I’ve been wearing your boring TVA clothes for months,” Loki said, holding out one arm to watch the threads glitter. “The drab must’ve rubbed off on me.”

Mobius rolled his eyes. The truth was, he was outside his own comfort zone in a fancy suit. His didn’t have metallic pin-striping on it like Loki’s did (because it was a bit much) but it was a much sharper cut and a much more dashing style than he was used to wearing. He’d been just an analyst in a plain brown suit for centuries, and now here he was all dressed up like he thought he was Prince Charming or something.

He tried to focus more on the different strands of dark hair in his hands than on the way his fingertips brushed against Loki’s temples as he gathered new locks to add to the braids.

He failed.

As he began to pin the braids up using glittering golden hair pins, he tried to focus more on not stabbing Loki’s  scalp than on the brush of his hands against the nape of Loki’s neck.

He failed.

Loki was built like a prince, Mobius sometimes caught himself thinking. It didn’t matter if it was princedom of Asgard or of Jotunheim. There was an elegance in the set of his shoulders, in the movements of his hands as he wielded his magic, and a determination in the curve of his back and the way he stepped, that was utterly regal. Gold, like the simple rings he was wearing that night and the hair pins Mobius had found for him and the single slim chain around his neck, seemed to have been built into the cosmos for no reason other than to decorate Loki's trim form.

That was waxing poetic. Mobius didn’t do that often—only for Loki and Jet Skis. What could he say, they were both remarkable singularities in the universe.

He finished setting the last braid into place, nestled among several others like a crown across the top of Loki’s head. “All done, puss,” he said, patting Loki on the shoulder.

Loki’s head turned slightly to the side at the use of the nickname, and Mobius could just see a smile tugging at the corner of his mauve-tinted lips. “Do I dare look?” he asked.

“I didn’t mess it up that bad,” Mobius said. Loki chuckled and got up from the floor in front of Mobius’s couch to go check his reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room.

Mobius could see the reflected green eyes widening as Loki caught sight of himself. For some reason Mobius’s heart was in his throat.

“I didn’t know you knew how to do this,” Loki said.

“What, braids?” Mobius managed to speak past his racing pulse. “It’s not that hard.” It was, actually, quite difficult to his untrained hands, but learning it for Loki had made it seem easier.

“No. The Jotun style.”

That quick pulse stopped altogether. Mobius sat there, stock still, feeling very much like he was going to throw up if Loki didn’t break the sudden silence.

He turned from the mirror to look Mobius in the eyes properly. He was smiling, his eyes glittering beneath the faint liner he’d applied earlier that evening and a light dusting of shimmery grey eyeshadow. “Seems the pussycat has caught himself a guilty little mouse,” he said, his voice sultry and honey-smooth, dripping into Mobius’s soul. “You didn’t realize I knew what these braids meant.” It was a statement, not a question. There wasn’t a hint of doubt on his face.

“You caught me,” Mobius said. He was impressed with himself for being able to get any words out at all with Loki’s gaze focused on him like that.

“I’m taken, am I?”

Now Mobius found himself entirely unable to speak. What could he say, after all, other than we’ve been spending a lot of time together and you don’t mind when I call you ‘puss’ and I catch you staring at me sometimes in a way nobody ever has? It seemed stupid even in his brain. None of it meant he and Loki were…whatever he’d been subconsciously thinking they could be when he’d picked the style.

Loki walked back across the room, a new sway in his hips that Mobius was positive hadn’t been there before, and sat down on the couch to lean directly into Mobius’s personal space. For a long moment, far too long, far too breathless, he simply studied Mobius’s face, as though he could see everything single thought that had ever crossed his mind.

“We’ll see about that when we get back from the party,” he said finally, gaze flicking briefly down to Mobius’s lips. “Maybe you’re the one who’s going to be…taken.”

He crossed into that last bit of personal space and pressed their lips together, his touch surprisingly light, stunningly tender, as one arm came up to drape across Mobius’s shoulders and draw him even closer.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, puss.” Mobius finally found his tongue again and flirted back, laying a hand on Loki’s thigh. “You’re the one with the fancy hairstyle to prove it.”

As Loki laughed, Mobius captured his lips in another kiss, just as soft as before but oh-so-many leagues more passionate, and he thanked his lucky stars he’d been fool enough to pick a Jotun way to call Loki his.

[soapyoapy]

just read the first issue of the new TVA comic and i’m already seeing lokius angst potential with the whole “people seeing their personal demons” thing that it seems like the series is focusing on

[demonicseries]

You guys are never gonna believe what the name of this sculpture is

[dilfmobius]

thinking about these outfits 😌

[natendo-art]

✨ back together ✨ . . This is how it will end for them right? Married, cuddled up together, just living a peaceful life and enjoying each others company 🥺💕

[marveldaily]

Loki 'Nexus Event' // Loki 'Glorious Purpose'

[alicerovai]

guys I’ve never suffered so much for a tv show what the fuck do I do

[kidovna]

everything’s changed but nothing’s new

[ibenology]

I’m never gonna get over Loki, the literal god of mischief, fixing his jacket and smoothing out his hair only to stumble over his words like an idiot when he needs to talk to a middle aged single dad who sells jet skis for a living