secondhandsmoke
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- Loki (TV 2021) (3)
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The fire in Loki’s pocket flares up in a not-so-gentle reminder, and while he knows everything would only hurt more if he were to see Mobius’s face, smoothed and full of warmth, entirely unaware of all the lies, he wants Sylvie to see. So he pulls out the photo and places it on the table.
“So you managed to crush the TemPad, but not lose this photo,” Sylvie deadpans, and Loki ducks his head, blushing.
It’s stained with blood and the perimeter is tattered, but you can still see Mobius and his wide smile. His crooked nose and ridiculous greying mustache. The subtle swoop in his hair. Every little detail.
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He sits on his own bed, up against the headboard, coffee carefully cradled between his thighs as he stares over at Loki in all his godly, angelic glory, and thinks about all the lies he’s ever told.
He think of Loki, begging for some sort of clue as to what he did to deserve this; being yanked from his timeline with no hope of salvation. Having to watch his mother’s death—a result of his own actions—play out on a screen, his dad addressing him as one of his own, one that he’s proud of, his brother sob uncontrollably over his limb body. Just so that he’d talk, but not for his own benefit.
Knowing that all of this had to happen didn’t make the situation hurt any less.
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In retrospect, it should have been a more innocent affair. Loki liked to talk. He liked to lie, too, but that was besides the point. The agent wasn’t given the dangerous variants for the fun of it; he knew how to make them talk. Sure, he had to do a little deep digging, but who didn’t want some graying man with an unintentional porn stache revealing to you that he knew everything about your life?
Loki hadn’t taken it well. To be fair, who would?
Perhaps that was the reason why Mobius was bent over the red circular desk in the middle of the dark interrogation room, pants and boxers pulled down his thin legs and bunched at his ankles, ass stuffed full of his variant’s cock.