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War rages on around them in what certainly feels to be a final battle. Mobius is certain that when the fires die and the bloodshed stops there will only be one side left.
Either the TVA, or the rebellion.
Never in a million years did Mobius think he would be on any side other than the TVA’s, but that all changed when Loki was dragged in. When he thinks back to Ravonna’s hesitation to let Mobius take charge of the Variant, he can’t help but chuckle. If only she knew where her reluctant agreement would lead. But no one could have known, not even Mobius.
He and Loki, his Loki, dance around each other in the battle, never too far apart and always watching each other’s backs. A blast of green magic shoots up past Mobius, striking down a hunter that Mobius didn’t see coming.
There is no time to thank Loki. The battle continues.
Mobius dodges attacks and strikes down men and women that he once considered allies, friends even. Once or twice he wonders if this is all worth it? All these lives lost, and for what? The TVA may have taken him and countless others from their lives and locked away their memories, but weren’t they just trying to protect everyone and everything?
All it takes to harden his resolve is a glance at the taller man fighting by his side. If they give up now or lose, Loki will be killed. He’ll be considered too dangerous to keep around due to fear that he’ll start another revolution. They will kill him and Mobius will be damned if he lets that happen.
Mobius hears the sound of metal hitting the ground and something slides over to him, hitting his foot. He glances down at it and sees one of Loki’s signature daggers. Mobius looks over to where he is and the ex-time agent’s heart stops in his chest.
Loki is on his back on the ground, a hunter holding one of the newly designed batons over his head, ready to swing it down and kill the God. Without fully thinking, Mobius grabs Loki’s discarded dagger and rushes over, embedding the dagger in the man’s chest. He drops the baton and tries to pull away, but Mobius moves with him. The hunter reaches to pull the dagger out of his chest, but Mobius slaps his hand away and with all his strength, slams the hunter’s head against the nearby wall.
The man’s skull makes contact with the cement wall and a sickening crack is heard before he slumps to the ground. Mobius barely notices the blood splattered on the wall where the impact was made, nor does he really care. His focus is turned back to Loki, who is pushing himself up. Mobius is by his side in two steps, offering a hand to help him back to his feet.
Loki takes the offered help without a moment of hesitation. Once fully up, he gives Mobius a nod and a breathless “Thank you.” Loki tries to pull his hand away, but Mobius’s grip tightens just enough for Loki to notice. Of course, the God could very easily breakaway, but he knows Mobius must have a reason for this strange behavior.
“Marry me?” Mobius half asks half demands.
“Beg your pardon?” Loki tilts his head to the side. His face scrunches up in confusion, he fears he’s misheard.
“I’m serious, Loki. Marry me.” He sounds much more assured with what he’s saying this time. Instead of answering, Loki uses their clasped hands to yank Mobius to his other side as he fires a burst of magic at a hunter who was moving to attack them. The hunter goes flying and Loki turns his attention back to Mobius, who seems unaffected by the interruption.
“Do you think now is the best time for this?” Loki gestures to the battle raging on around them. A circle of hunters has formed around them, preparing to attack the pair thinking it will be an easy fight due to their numbers. Loki summons his daggers back to himself and hands one of the twin blades to Mobius, who takes it without looking. The two shift positions so they’re standing back to back, ready to protect each other.
The hunters attack all at once, batons and fists flying and a pair of twin blades slicing through all of the madness. The two of them move as one, few attacks, if any, hitting their desired target.
“Now might be our only time.” Mobius says quietly, as to not distract Loki and cause him to get injured. Nonetheless, the God hears it as if the other man had yelled it at the top of his lungs.
“We won’t lose this, Mobius.” Loki tries to assure him, but he can feel the other man shake his head.
“It’s a nice thought, but -Loki to your left!” Thanks to Mobius’ warning, Loki parries a blow that could have ended him.
Once the hunters directly around them are all down, Loki feels confident enough to turn around to face Mobius.
“Mobius-”
“I love you.” The ex- time agent interrupts whatever Loki was going to say. Loki stares at him, feeling very much like a fish out of water at that moment. “I’ve made my choice, in case you couldn’t tell.” Mobius says with a breathless little laugh as he gestures to the battle still raging on around them.
“What’s yours?” It’s a simple question that send’s Loki’s mind racing. It’s not that it’s a tough choice, he already knows what his answer is. But is he willing to admit it? Give someone else power over him? Loki stares deep into Mobius’ eyes, searching for something that can only be found there.
He knows what he’s going to do. He turns his head away from Mobius, looking out at the battle.
“Sylvie!” He calls out. Loki hears Mobius gasp quickly and take a step back, away from Loki. Well, that just won’t do. The God’s hand shoots up and grabs Mobius by the arm, his long fingers wrapping delicately around the other man’s bicep.
“What?” The blonde God of mischief yells back, striking down an enemy with her sword. Loki looks back at Mobius, who has a heartbroken look on his face.
Oh.
He thinks Loki chose her.
“Marry us.” Loki’s voice cracks slightly, his words so full of emotion. Mobius looks confused for half a second before he understands, then his eyes light up the same way they do when he talks about those Jetskis that he loves so much.
“I’m a little busy right now!” The disbelief is clear in Sylvie’s voice, but it doesn’t damper either of the men’s happiness. They have to turn away from each other briefly to dodge an attack. Loki slices his dagger across a hunter’s throat without even bothering to look at their face. It doesn’t matter, all that matters is Mobius. His Mobius.
“Sylvie, do it now!” Mobius yells as he snaps a woman’s arm in half, causing her to drop to her knees in pain before he slams his foot into her face, knocking her out cold. Loki certainly doesn’t envy the headache she’ll wake up with, but at least she’ll wake up.
“Fine!” Sylvie grunts, kicking a hunter in the balls as she speaks. Before the man can retaliate, she snaps his neck in a swift movement. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to - DIE YOU FASCIST PIG!” She stabs an attacker in the stomach and drags her blade up, cutting them open.
Loki and Mobius are caught up in their own mini battles, but manage to break away every few seconds to clasp hands briefly or even just make eye contact.
“Loki Laufeyson,” Mobius speaks as he ducks under an attack. “Do you take me to be your husband?” Loki sweeps the legs out from under the man who attacked Mobius and drives his dagger through his throat. Blood splatters across his face, joining the ever-growing collection of it there.
“I do.” Loki promises. A giddy laugh escapes the ex- time agent and he reaches a hand out to Loki’s face, gently whipping some of the blood off his cheek.
“Great.” A huge smile is splitting Mobius’s face nearly in two, and it’s infectious. Loki smiles back, a true, genuine smile, one of the ones that are hard to see from him.
Mobius pulls the blade free from the dead man’s throat and hands it back to Loki, who responds with a wink before throwing himself back into another battle.
“Mobius M. Mobius,” Loki barely sounds out of breath, like he’s not fighting only for his life, by for the future of everything. “Do you take me you be your husband? For better or for worse? With better being less likely, For all time? Always?” Loki steals a glance over at his not quite husband, whose eyes are brimming with tears and love.
“I do.”
“I now pronounce you-” Sylvie is cut off by a hunter tackling her to the ground. She uses a spell to throw the other woman off of her, knocking over several other hunters before she comes to a stop.
“You may now kiss-” A hunter grabs her boot and drags her close. Sylvie responds by lashing out with her free foot, which connects to the other person’s nose with a crunch.
Loki catches Mobius before he can fall from fist to his face. The God makes sure his human is sold on his feet before turning his attention to the attacker. With the slightest touch against their face, Loki sets the hunter’s brain aflame, lighting every pain receptor ablaze. They drop to the floor screaming in pain, hands scratching at their face.
“You may now kiss-” Sylvie is once again interrupted by two hunters attacking her at once. The man throws a punch at her which Sylvie skilfully dodges. She grabs his arm as it swings past her and uses the man’s own force to send him barreling into his counterpart.
“Just kiss already!” She screams at the couple. They don’t need to be told twice.
Loki grabs Mobius’s blood-stained tie and pulls him into a passionate kiss. Both of their eyes slip shut and without looking or breaking contact, Loki throws a ball of magic at an approaching hunter, freezing them in their tracks.
Mobius pulls back first and looks up at Loki. “I love you, husband of mine.”
Loki smiles back at him and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
“I love you too. Now, let’s win this war.”