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Loki had never told anyone about the fact that he was ticklish, nor had he been close to anyone long enough to have to reveal this kind of little secret. That's why he hadn't thought to tell Mobius. But now, as he was seized with the irrepressible urge to laugh, he thought that maybe he should have.
As was often the case on a day of rest, they were lying on the couch, lazing, reading a book or watching TV, or just taking a little nap. The craziness of their daily lives made them appreciate the simple moments of life.
They rarely planned what they wanted to do because their work was centered on te thtime, so it felt good to just let go. To enjoy the time to just be.
Loki's hand was in Mobius' hair, wrapping it around his fingers because the length now made it possible. He got used to it very quickly and now understood the fascination that Mobius had with his own hair.
Mobius snuggled a little more against him as if it were the most comfortable place. Loki's hand moved along the back of Mobius' neck and gently caressed his back, without any particular purpose, just for the pleasure of feeling his lover's body under his fingers.
Mobius sighed against his chest where his face was buried, and he wrapped both arms around Loki, sliding them along his waist and then Mobius' hands moved along Loki's hips to his belly. Loki's breath caught in his throat but before he could give Mobius a warning, it was already too late. He started to giggle and then to laugh, unable to stop himself because he had been holding back too long. He pushed Mobius away from his body before moving away, catching his breath.
"I am... I didn't..." Mobius began but Loki interrupted him.
"No I'm really sorry, Mobius, I forgot to tell you that I'm really ticklish," he moved closer, resumed his position, and finally took Mobius who looked surprised in his arms again.
He kissed him gently before saying, "I'm sorry I pushed you like that but I couldn't help myself."
Mobius shook his head slightly, releasing one of the hands around Loki's waist to cup his cheek.
"How could I have never noticed this before?" Mobius looked at him with wide, curious eyes. Loki shrugged and kissed the palm of the hand that was on his cheek.
"It's not the kind of thing you can place anytime, like in the middle of dinner, Hey Love! By the way I wanted to tell you I'm super ticklish."
Mobius laughed, then with a cheeky look on his face, brushing his fingertips against Loki's hips he said, "hmm... what am I going to do with this valuable information now?"
Loki looked falsely outraged, "Mobius, no! I forbid you!"
Mobius tackled Loki to the couch and straddled him, immediately setting about making use of this new information.
For a few moments the room resounded with Loki's unbridled laughter and pleas. Then Mobius leaned forward and pushed back the strands of black hair that had fallen out in Loki's efforts to push him away.
He almost gasped at the sight of Loki, his eyes shining, his cheeks flushed and his breath short from laughing so hard.
He whispered, "Do you surrender Sweetheart?"
Loki nodded before putting his arms around Mobius' neck to bring his face close to his.
Mobius let go and placed a tender kiss on Loki's lips.
"There is still so much I need to find out about you, Loki, god of mischief and of my heart. You never cease to amaze me."
Loki replied with a gentle smile, "Well, then you'll never tire of me."
"If there's one thing I'm sure of, sweetheart, it's that I'll never get tired of you," Mobius whispered as he captured his lover's lips in a passionate kiss once again.