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Mobius had noticed that Loki wasn't exactly well as soon as they came through the time portal of returning from a mission, but the god insisted that he was "fine" and to get on with work, which was in itself contradictory not only for his unhealthy appearance, but for the fact that Loki hated to work, especially after a mission, which was all about signing and completing paperwork.
So when they made their way to the archive library to continue their work, the agent knew that the situation would only get worse and that he would have to forciblytake his boyfriend to bed to rest, but he didn't expect that he would feel so sorry for him.
After only five minutes the sight of Loki was pitiful, his normally clear skin was extremely pale as paper, his cheeks so red they seemed to radiate heat, his chest was gasping as if breathing was a chore and his gaze seemed distant and downcast. Mobius rolled his eyes ready to throw the situation in his boyfriend's face and force him to go to bed, but his anger went into space when the brunette moved clearly uncomfortable and let out in a muffled 'atchim', he would even find it cute the way the god's voice sounded childish trying to disguise his sneeze, however the agent was too preoccupied to think about it.
- Loki, please you look terrible. - Mobius speaks gently nudging the almost fainted boyfriend in front of him
- I'm fine. - The god speaks raising his heavy eyes to the grey-haired man.
Mobius took a deep breath suppressing his urge to roll his eyes, why did his boyfriend have to be so much trouble.
- Loki, stop acting like a child and admit you are sick. - He said irritated, trying not to raise his voice
- I'm not sick. - The god insisted petulantly, even though he was sniffling - Gods don't get sick.
- Okay, so you were probably poisoned during the mission. - The agent speaks ironically getting up from the table to get close to his boyfriend - Maybe by a substance that mysteriously only affected your system and that mimics exactly the symptoms of a cold.
- It is possible. - Loki's pride expressed itself making the grey-haired man sigh in disbelief as he passed his arm around the god's back helping him to stand up.
Mobius mentally thanks that their flat is not too far away while carrying most of his boyfriend's weight in his arms, when they finally cross the bedroom door and reach the bed, he disentangles himself from Loki by laying him down on the mattress and removing his shoes and sweat damp garments.
- If you wanted me naked in bed Mobius just say so. - The god tries to speak seductively, but the effect is totally ruined by an uncontrollable coughing fit that came next, making his whole body shake.
The grey-haired man resisted the urge to roll his eyes once more, pulling the blanket over his boyfriend's trembling body then turning away from the bed to fetch a clean piece of clothing for him to wear.
- Moby... - Loki called out with genuine panic in his voice, causing the other to turn to face him - P-Please don't leave me...
Mobius felt his heart melt a little as he listened to him, he seemed so vulnerable and insecure practically begging him to stay, afraid that the agent would abandon him. It was also a bit hilarious to see Loki the mighty God of Trickery, a being of incredibly dangerous magical abilities and owner of an equally frightening mind that was capable of fooling anyone, be reduced to a quivering, frightened mess by a not at all lethal illness, like a cold of some sort.
The agent shook his head wondering how the other could be so dramatic as he picked up a large sweatshirt he remembered taking from storage some time ago. But the god didn't seem to have understood the gesture making a sad pout to get his attention.
- I won't leave you, Loki. - Mobius speaks calmly, approaching the bed - Here, put this on to warm yourself up a bit. - He hands over the sweatshirt
- I don't feel cold, I'm an ice giant. - Loki retorts childishly while putting on his jacket, but he can't help but sigh at the warm feeling of the fabric touching his cold skin.
- Of course not, just as you are immune to colds. - The agent replies without keeping his sarcasm in check - Now behave yourself and sit tight while I get you some hot tea. - He says placing a soft kiss on her boyfriend's warm forehead before moving away from the bed.
Loki lets out a disheartened grunt at the idea of lying still, even though his body was unable to do anything beyond that.
- And if you behave I can bring you some chocolate. - Mobius suggests seeing a small smile forming on the god's face, he knew this was a weak point of his boyfriend since he first introduced the candy to him. After that day he almost had to control the amount of chocolate his boyfriend ingested, because it was too much sugar even for a god, but on an occasion like this Loki deserved a little sweet.
- Yes, and a book maybe...? - Loki suggests hopefully, he loved reading especially novels even if he wouldn't admit it
- Okay, and a book too. - Mobius agrees even though he knows that the other is in no condition to read a book in that state and that he will probably be the one who has to read it in the end.
An excited smile appeared between Loki's lips as he lay comfortably under the covers.
- Now, be a behaved god and stay here until I return. - The grey-haired man speaks receiving a small nod of confirmation.
Mobius practically runs out of the room, already in a huge hurry to get back to his sick and extremely sly boyfriend soon.