#mobius m mobius x reader

[warmestsugarcookie]

still patiently waiting for a dbf! mobius m mobius x reader or more fanfics with this mobi…. SOMEONE PLZZZ

[blackbirdofasgard]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mobius M. Mobius/Reader, Mobius M. Mobius & Reader Characters: Mobius M. Mobius, Reader Additional Tags: Variant Reader, Female Reader, no y/n, Pre-Series, budding office romance, Feelings Realization, Questioning Sexuality, Just slightly, Mobius isn't too worried about it to be honest, Mobius introspection Series: Part 11 of Comfort in the TVA Summary:

"I'll pack it in soon," Mobius went on, shuffling some papers around on his desk, "Just wanna finish up a few things here."

"Don't stay too late. You need your rest too," you told him, squeezing his shoulder.

Brief though the touch was, Mobius felt warmth flow into him, radiating from the spot where your hand had been. Involuntarily, his smile widened. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he sighed, averting his eyes in case he was blushing, "I'll be fine; don't worry about me."

Mobius has realized lately that he feels more than just friendship towards you. After you leave work for the day, he ponders your relationship.

[elegant-fleuret]

old man brainrot coming in. obsessed.

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mobius M. Mobius/Reader Summary: If anyone was to blame for this situationship it was whoever at PepsiCo thought it was a good idea to invent Josta soda.

Ch001: What does my coworker's spit taste like?

No one in the TVA gets sick.

Something about the rigorous vaccination process that all employees go through every so often that leads to almost complete immunity against all viruses and bacteria that ever existed everywhere at all times. At least that’s what you've always assumed each time it was your turn to bend over with your pants down, getting needle after needle stabbed in your buttcheeks by the dear TVA medical department. Hundreds of years working and you’ve yet to hear about any one having even so much as a runny nose.

So there’s no reason to ever think you’re sick. 

There’s just a constant tickling in your throat. 

Irritation of the mucus membrane, right up behind your uvula, in an area at the bottom of your nasal passageway before your throat. There's an urge to clear your throat, to try and itch the tickle or try to swallow down what feels like a lump of mucus. But it never works. All you get is dirty side eye looks from the analyst sitting at the desk surrounding you and the sounds of them scraping their chairs as they move as far away as they can from you. You try not to take offense, you wouldn’t want to be sitting next to someone who was trying to discreetly hack up a lung for hours on end.

You're not sick. The air in the analyst room is just dry. And you forgot to grab any water during break.

For the umpteenth time since you sat down in your chair to work hours ago that damn tickle is near unbearable. You try to convince yourself to yawn, taking in a deep breath of dry air and forcing your mouth to water as well as your eyes. As you swallow, desperate for some inkling of moisture relief, you realize it was not enough. Shit. Now you had a dry throat, watering eyes, and you were going to have to cough.  

You were definitely not sick. 

Just when you pull your elbow to your mouth to cough there's a movement in the corner of your eye. A metal can is suddenly in your field of vision. You turn your head to see the hand holding the metal can, connected to the arm of one of your fellow analysts. Older, maybe middle aged, with short, slicked back gray hair and kind smile under a silly looking mustache. Your eyes blink, blurry from yawn-tears. Obviously he worked with you in some capacity. What was his name?

You take the can and notice it's not only already open but it's also half empty.

“Figure you might need it more than me,” he says like it's a perfectly normal act to offer a coworker your half drunk can of soda. His smile is crooked just like his nose, both totally uniquely identifiable traits that you would remember if you had seen before. His name and his oddly handsome face escapes you in the sea of hundreds of other TVA analysts you've met. 

You look up at him then back down to the can. You do not want to thank him for his slightly used drink and you don't want to drink the rest of it either. But you find yourself doing both.

Illness can’t spread in the TVA because no one, ever, gets sick.

The can's design is bold in its ugliness. A bright yellow rectangle highlights the name, Josta, written in a font that screams trying too hard to be extreme, against a bright red background.  On one hand you wanted to roll your eyes. On the other hand, your mustachioed coworker is still standing at your desk as if he was waiting for you to take a sip. Ah, of course, one of the TVA’s many weirdos. You raise the can in his direction before bringing it to your lips.

Josta is… peculiar. To put it lightly.

Carbonated bubbles fizz to the top of the brown liquid, a faint popping sound that you hear only moments before you smell its sickly sweet scent. It tingles your nose in a not exactly pleasant way. The fruity taste is borderline chemical, as if someone has seen a picture of a berry once and tried to guess the taste then shoved it in a soda to manufacture the hell out of it. Every taste bud on your tongue begs you for mercy.

You hide your reaction of disgust behind the back of your hand, under the guise of daintily wiping your lips, eyes widening as you force yourself to make a little yum noise. Mr. Mustachio seems pleased, pleased enough that he claps you on the shoulder, tosses what you assume is a finished report on your desk, then gives you a wink before sauntering off to who knows where. You watch him leave, eyes focused on the swirl of a cowlick in his gray hair on the back of his head, until he disappears into the sea of analysts. 

Who was that guy?

It takes every ounce of your will power but you manage to finish what was left in the can. What it lacks in good taste it makes up for in being a liquid other than your spit. Instead of a dry throat tickle you're now dealing with the leftover taste of faux berry cola with the little extra flavoring of Mr. Mustachio’s backwash. It clings to your tongue for the next hour just like the saucy little wink clings to your mind. 

You smack your tongue against the top of your mouth before you get back to what you were doing. The manilla folder he so fluidly tossed landed top of the one you were already working on. Curious, it wasn't often that the analyst brought you the reports themselves. You blink at it with curiosity before flicking open the top, eyes skimming the report to see what could have possibly made Mr. Mustachio think any of that interaction was worth it. Nothing. 

Without a second thought it gets neatly placed at the bottom of the stack. Sly dog thinking he could garner favor with you so you'd get his report checked out before the others in line? Nuh-uh, not with a slightly used soda. You settle back into your work groove, throat sufficiently quenched until you can take another break, letting the entire awkward interaction fade from your mind.

Until the buzzing started. 

(continue reading at the ao3 link for the sexy bits)

[bluelaidlyworm]

Burdened with Glorious Purpose.

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

[marvellover76]

Mobius: Please tell me you didn't drag Wade into this.

Y/n: I didn't drag Wade into this.

*knock on the door*

Loki: Who's that?

Y/n: I think you already know.

[gorgeous777]

Variant, Loki x Fem. Reader

He forgot that you had variants too

A/N: Angst angst angst (_ _) How do we feel about a part 2? Let me know!

Enjoy!

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In his youth, Loki had floated around the pool of romance on a whim. He'd been with plenty of men and women. Even neither. It made no difference to him. They never stuck. For one reason or another. May it be his doing or the others. Ending was inevitable.

He was to busy for relationships anyway. He had Thor and his friends to go on grand quests with. That was far better than something as phony as love. Deep down though, he knew that he was just scared. Insecure to a few different capacities.

So he played games. Toyed around and ran away like the coward he was. He had his moments of emotional honesty with himself and broke down every once in a while over it. Nobody was really there for him. His mother was sure, but she was in the kind of way that a parent would be.

Not what he needed fully. And then there was Y/N. His personal maid since childhood. She was only two years younger than him. Next to family, she was his closest friend. There for him no matter the situation. He held her close to his heart, but not nearly close enough.

The fact of the matter was, the girl had been desperately in love with him. And for a long time running. He unconsciously loved her too, but his overbearing desire to prove himself to his father prevented those feelings from ever seeing the light of day.

It was the day that he found out he was a frost giant that the girl had worked up the courage to confess to him. By the time she had found him, he was an absolute disaster. Heartbroken over the lie that had been his life until now. He confided in her, and in her best judgment she went to assist the Jotuns.

So she headed down to the relect chamber to fulfill said intentions.

Unfortunately though, she hadn't told Loki her plan. She didn't get the chance to, as he had to go to Thor's coronation. So, he didn't tell the Jotuns she'd be there. Unaware of who she was and seeing her as a threat, the Jotuns killed her. He was crushed. Absolutely heartbroken.

It wasn't until then that he realized how much he loved her. He used her death to fuel his hatred. Instead of blaming himself, he blamed Odin. She would have never died if Odin hadn't kept what he really was from him for his entire life.

During his whole scape across the universe and attempting to take over Midgard, he at first kept up his using her death as motivation. But thinking about it only caused him to grow even more emotionally unstable than he already was. So he forced himself to forget about her entirely. And then he got arrested by the TVA.

Which was all fine and dandy when he reluctantly gave into working for them. Amidst all the chaos revolving the case around his one variant, there was still other general work to be done. And that was analyzing the new variants that came in along side Mobius.

Loki was sat at Mobius' cubicle, mindlessly messing around with a pen out of sheer boredom. He spun around in the chair, his eyes wandering the office space. They landed upon Casey who happened to be walking by. Seeing an opportunity to do literally anything, he took it.

"Casey!" Loki exclaimed quickly, "Casey Casey! Stop, stop a moment!" His awkward co-worker came to a halt, turning to look at him. Casey seemed confused. He pointed at Loki, "What are you doing here?"

"What? What do you mean? There's literally nothing for me to do right now"

"I thought Mobius told you..? Another variant came in. You're supposed to be with him right now"

"What?!" Loki sprung to his feet. Another Variant? He had no idea. However, he certainly wasn't going to miss anymore of the action. It had to be better than doing what he just was.

"Uh yeah.. They're already in the time theater"

Wasting no further time, he booked it to the time theater. He got there rather quickly, but was stopped by B-15 at the door. She put a hand on his chest, forcing him to a stop.

"Uh-uh. Nope. Analyzers only."

Loki scoffs, putting his arms up in exasperation.

"I am a real analyzer. C'mon. Let me through"

"No, you are a Variant. Nice try"

"Ah." Loki smiles with a firm nod, "Right. In that case:" He quickly shoves past B-15 and bursts into the time theater.

"Loki no!" The slam of both doors being thrown open instantly caught the attention of Mobius and the variant sitting across from him. Loki strutted further into the room, B-15 quickly following after him.

"Mobius! Why didn't you tell me there was a variant to be analyzed? Aren't I meant to be learning from you or did the Time Lords change their bigoted minds?"

"Loki? No, no. What are you doing in here? B-15, come on man, what the heck?"

"He shoved right past me! I tried to stop him!"

"Oh let's be civil. What's the big deal in me-"

Then his eyes landed on you. Sitting there in the TVA jail uniform and collar looking confused. The words died in his throat and his feet stopped moving. In the same moment, your gazes met. E/C eyes staring dead into his. Eyes he hadn't seen in years.

His heart lurched in his chest. How could it have slipped his mind that she'd have variants too? Every single suppressed memory and thought of her suddenly flooded to the front of his mind. That's all there was. All he could see was you.

"...oki!" A faint voice echoed in his ears. "Loki!" He snapped out of his trance, his gaze flicking to a mildly panicked Mobius.

"Loki, c'mon go. You can't be in here"

"What? No. Mobius-"

"No. I know who she is just as well as you do. She is not the same person. She is a variant"

"You think I don't know that?!"

"Of course you don't! I saw the way you were looking at her! C'mon"

As Mobius spoke, he placed a hand on the back of his friend, turning them around and attempting to usher Loki out the door. Then another voice cut into the conversation: yours.

"What's going on?"

Both the men froze up and tensed. You didn't fully understand what was happening right now. Being arrested for a crime against time was overwhelming enough as it was, and now this? Your day was just going beautifully. Mobius look back at you, continuing to usher Loki to the door.

"Uh- Nothing Y/N. Just telling my assistant here that his presence isn't needed right now"

"Assitant?!"

Baffled by Mobius' gall, Loki pulled away from the grey haired man.

"I am not your assistant!"

"Okay look, assistant or not, can we please get on with this? Today has been extremely stressful and you two seriously aren't helping"

Mobius, mildly stunned by your statement, blinks. After a big pause of silence, he responds.

"Uh- Yeah, yeah. Just give us ten seconds alright? Loki, a moment please?"

The raven haired man gave you one more backwards glance before going out into the hallway with Mobius. Once the double doors shuttered closed, Mobius smacked Loki in the arm.

"What do you think you're doing Loki?!"

"Me?!"

"Yes!"

"I haven't done anything!"

"Haven't done-" Mobius cut himself off in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose. A deep sigh left him and he lowered his hand. "I know you. And I know who you think she is. But news flash! She's a variant! That is not the Y/N you know!"

"I know that!"

"Do you? Do you really?"

"Yes!"

"Loki, I saw the way you were looking at her. This is exactly why I didn't tell you about this case because I knew-"

"Mobius, I can handle it. I can handle being around her. I'm- It's been years. I'm fine"

Fine. Such a flippant word. The definition both often varying and used in incorrect mannerisms. Loki's claim was a prime example of that. And Mobius couldn't be more aware of it. Despite his awareness, hesitation etched itself into the tracks to his train of thought.

If there was anyone who believed in Loki, it was him. Why should right now be an exception? It shouldn't. He held hope for and believed in his friend. All those walls screaming to tell his friend that he couldn't take his word began to crumble. And so, he relented. Placing one hand on his hip and the other on the side of his head, Mobius gave an answer.

"Okay fine. But I'm not letting you two alone. Got it?"

"Got it. Now, shall we?"

"Yes we shall"

The two men reentered the time theater, instantly catching your attention. You look at Loki, but his gaze nearly refused to meet yours. Not fully, at least. Strange, he seemed to cocky when he bursted in only a minute ago. Now he was almost cowardly. Perhaps he was before and you just misread him.

"Sorry about that Y/N, looks like Loki's gonna stay after all. Now, where were we?"

Mobius resumed his seat across from you while Loki stood next to the man. Your curious stare remained on him as you fought to come up with an answer to Mobius' question.

"Uh.. You were showing me what could have been if I hadn't created that nexus event"

"Yes that's right, thank you"

With the click of a few keys, the holograph continued its show. Reluctantly, you tore your attention away from Loki and returned it to the cinematographic 'should've beens'. It would be crucial to mention that your nexus event was small. Or something that should have been. A meaningless break of your morning routine.

Just once. Skipping your stop at the coffee shop you made every day on your way to work. You were running low on funds and had gotten enough sleep the night before to function without coffee. So why not save a few bucks and get to work early? Unfortunately though, not buying that coffee ended up being a crime against time.

Ironic, given your intentions. Mobius went on to show you how if you would have gone into that coffee shop, you would have met a man. Loki. Or, his variant to your timeline. You recognized him immediately. It made you a bit uncomfortable. When his face popped up in the hologram, you and Loki shared a look. Suspicion from you, heartache from him.

The two of you were meant to bump into each other and both of your drinks to poor all over you. He was going to be angry at first, then get a good look at you and falter. You'd end up apologizing mutually, and cracking a few horrible flirty attempts of jokes. This would make you late to work. And make him miss his deadline to turn in paperwork.

Paperwork which was the final, crucial step for him to officially run for president. That stopped him from winning the election, or even running for that matter. As well as keeping him from turning the country into the next best thing to hell. Instead the two of you would fall in love. Albeit over time and a series of long, awkward drawn out dates: the evil wouldn't come.

Only you went and crated that nexus event. Costing both yourself and him the loves of your lives, but the peace of the country. It was a lot to take in. Seeing yourself look so.. happy. So complete. With the same man only a few feet away no less. At some point, tears had begun to slip from your eyes. It was only when one soaked through your jumper when you noticed.

This was weird.

"So, how do you feel?"

You look over at Mobius, pain and confusion making up your expression. Lifting a pointed finger to the frozen hologram of you and that Loki dressed in your wedding attire you answered.

"Is that real?"

"Real as you and me"

Disbelief mixed with a little bit of something else twisted your insides. No wonder it was a crime. You took away your own life. Or at least, that's how you saw it.

"I feel.. sick."

Loki listened and watched just as intently as you had. To every word Mobius spoke. To every image shown. Was it cursed that he'd lose you in every timeline as well? Cruel was the person behind this all.

"Yeah, I bet. This kinda stuff can get pretty sickening. I-"

"Can I have a moment, please?"

Your request caught Mobius a little off guard. Still, what you just saw was a lot to handle. Needing a bit of space to process wasn't against the laws of time.

"Sure," He stood, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder, "we'll just-"

"No!”

Both men looked at you in befudlement.

"I'm sorry, I just.. Can he stay? I mean, that had to been hard for him to see too. If he's in a similar boat, y'know?"

"Uhh.." This wasn't good. But, he could see just how badly Loki wanted the same thing as you. A heavy sigh left Mobius. "Yeah. Though, I can't leave you two alone for long. Got it?"

All you could do was nod in response. Mobius gave Loki's shoulder a squeeze, getting the man's attention. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping so as not to reach your ears. "Don't do what I think you're gonna, okay?" Loki returned a silent promise of confirmation. Mobius didn't like this. Not one bit. He knew the stakes at risk here by doing this. Either way, he left the room and you two all alone.

The echo of his departing footsteps followed by the door shutting sounded much louder than it realistically was. What now?

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

Lokius Fic Recs

Less than 10K words, Season One Era

Thought I’d share a few of my favorite Lokius fics. These from the season one era, season two and multi-chapter recs coming soon. (Edit multi-chapter recs here! Season two fic recs here!)

If you’re craving hurt/comfort or angst with a happy ending:

Thin Ice by Lydiagwilt- Ravonna deprives Loki of his Æsir glamour after a routine mission gone wrong. Mobius picks up the pieces.

Let’s Brave This Winter Storm Together by DewdropReader- Loki awakens in his Jotunn form, Mobius is there to help him through the panic.

honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago by preach_electric - Mobius takes Loki to visit Frigga.

Incredible by Ailendolin- Loki revisits a childhood memory with Mobius (more Frigga reunions).

For the Hope of it All by DewdropReader- Loki POV during Mobius’ pruning in season one and their Hug In The Void ™.

At The Doors of Valhalla by FistsForHire- Loki gets injured on a mission, briefly visits Valhalla and reconciles with his mother and father.

Close to Perfect by LoveThyEnemy- (Explicit) Loki sleeps with an almost-his-Mobius while searching for His-Mobius. Okay, okay this one is hurt/ no comfort, usually not my choice of reading material, but it’s so (heartbreakingly) beautifully written I had to include it.

If you’re craving sweetness:

Lokius - 30 Days of Domestic Fluff by Mimisempi- Collection of domestic fluff, can’t go wrong with Mimisempi.

Lokius Fluffuary by blackbirdofasgard- More fluff collections! Also can’t go wrong with blackbirdofasgard.

In your arms, I feel infinite by VagaryLove- Loki and Mobius spend a quiet day in bed, safe and tucked away from the outside world.

I'll Keep Your Secrets by LoveThyEnemy- (Mature) Loki and Mobius keep each others secrets, reflections on their love during their first time together.

What is love by Love_Is_Green- Loki reflects on the meaning of love (and how perhaps a dagger wasn’t the best metaphor; another gorgeous reflective piece).

Baby’s First Yuletide by Tears_and_smiles- Loki, Mobius and baby Frida spend their first Yuletide with Loki's family surrounded by love. I’m a sucker for a Lokius baby fic and this one hits all the surrounded by love feels.

stumble into love like a challenge above by RunnyYolk- Loki is distracted by Mobius’ cologne… first kiss and romantic declarations follow. (This fic is gorgeously written; more than my silly one sentence summary can describe)

Post- Season One Reunions

I will never tire of stories where Loki and Mobius find each other across universes or Loki returns Mobius’ memories.

You or Your Memory by Chamel- Loki works to restore Mobius’ memories.

when you love somebody till the end of time by thumbbird- Mobius finds His Loki (with the help of all the other Lokis).

Beneath the Stars by Tears_and_Smiles- Loki finds His Mobius.

Drømde mik en drøm (I dreamed a dream) by Mirilya- Mobius finds Loki also a Thor and Loki reunion fic!

our way, no take backs by dinosuns- Sylvie, Mobius, and Loki in the immediate aftermath of S1 (okay this one is just over 20K words).

I feel like these fics are only a sliver of the excellent fics I read in that time between season one and two. There are simply too many incredible stories to fit into one post! Speaking of, I tried really hard to only pick my favorites but honestly I could recommend the entire works of the authors listed here.

Happy reading!

[mynameistocool]

He’s eating up my brain at this point

[booklover2389]

Just try and tell me this isn't Loki:

Served cunt

Died

Came back and served more cunt

died again

came back and served even more cunt

died AGAIN

came back and served the most cunt

We disregard him becoming a christmas tree

Bro just serves cunt all the time

[bugbugboy]

Best-friend' dad/ dad's best friend trope with him

[loki-princeofasgard]

Masterlist

Loki

Mission #182: Part 1 Part 2

Nightmare

Mobius

For all times (Mobius x OFC)

Tony Stark

Jealous?

[blackbirdofasgard]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mobius M. Mobius/Reader Characters: Mobius M. Mobius, Reader Additional Tags: Variant Reader, no y/n, Pre-Series, Crying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Getting Together Series: Part 12 of Comfort in the TVA Summary:

Sniffling, you opened your eyes and took a shuddery breath. "How do you know that I'll be okay?" you asked, your voice more weak and pitiful than you ever wanted to sound.

With the pad of his thumb, Mobius wiped away a tearstreak. "I know," he replied, fiercely earnest, "because I'm gonna do everything in my power to help you feel okay."

While Mobius comforts you, the truth about your feelings for each other comes to light.

[captaincanklezzz]

uh-oh MCU art dump

[bluelaidlyworm]

i have no words.

[marvellover76]

Y/n: Loki, say fork

Loki: Fork

Y/n: Now say it three times

Loki: Fork, Fork, Fork

Y/n: Now what do you eat soup with?

Loki: A fucking spoon, Y/n

Mobius: 💀

Y/n: you got-

Loki: Cause I'm not- no, cause I'm not- this is the stuff that's making your parents want to split up,

Y/n: 😶

Loki: This is why you're dog doesn't even want you to pet him- THIS IS WHY YOU'RE GOING THROUGH ALL OF THESE ISSUES, Y/N.

Y/n: But-

Loki: NO, YOU THINK ITS JUST ABOUT THESE JOKES BUT ITS BECOMING A SERIOUS MATTER

Mobius: 😮

Loki: OKAY? YOU THINK THESE JOKES ARE LEADING TO BIGGER PROBLEMS IN YOUR LIFE. YOU NEED TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE AROUND- MAYBE GOT TO SOME GUIDANCE, MAYBE GET SOME HELP.

Y/n: 😔

Loki: Jesus fucking chri-