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"Mobius! I swear, if you ever put yourself in danger like that again, I will tie you up and never let you out again."
Mobius retorted, "I'm not made of porcelain, danger is part of our job, you can't treat me like something fragile!"
Loki started a diatribe with a lot of gestures and Mobius didn't even hear what he said because he was so fascinated. His lover was magnificent, his green eyes even brighter than usual and his cheeks pink with anger.
Mobius slowly moved closer and as soon as he was near enough, he grabbed Loki's tie and pulled him into a deep, fierce kiss. Although he was taken by surprise, it didn't take long for Loki to return the kiss with the same passion. When they had to separate to catch their breath Mobius finished the kiss by biting Loki's lip and then gently ran his tongue over the bite.
Loki frowned and asked, "Am I dreaming, or did you just shut me up with a kiss?"
Mobius grabbed his tie and replied, "If you think you were dreaming, then I need to do it again."
He pressed his lips on Loki's.
The god shut up obligingly.