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Loki looked at his reflection in the mirror, his hands stroking across his chest, smoothing the thick fabric of his clothes. He was wearing a long black gothic dress, a simple but elegant design, matching his painted nails of the same colour.
- I still don't understand why that is? - The brunette asks turning his eyes away from the mirror towards his husband
- It's a costume party, kitten. - Mobius replies as his hands wrap around himself trying to fix his tie, not that he doesn't know how to tie a knot properly, but it's been a while since he last wore a bow tie.
The prince rolls his eyes approaching the mess his husband had wrapped around his neck. He just raises his eyebrow in debauchery before holding up the ends of the tie and starting to make it presentable.
- Okay, but can I at least know why I'm in this fancy dress and you're in your scratchy work clothes? - Loki asks tapping the lapel of her husband's suit as soon as he has loosened his tie.
The grey-haired man was wearing a black chalk-striped suit much like his brown suit from TVA, but this one was definitely more elegant. A bit reminiscent of the Italian models.
Mobius let out an amused laugh at the brunette's comments, it was clear he wouldn't understand any pop culture references.
- We are Morticia and Gomez. - He explains smiling, while snapping his fingers imitating the soundtrack of the TV series/movie - The Addams Family.
Loki still stares at his husband without understanding anything, he didn't know who these Addams were or why they were dressed as them or why Mobius kept snapping his fingers as if everything made sense.
- This is supposed to be the moment where I understand everything and we walk incredibly smiling out the door? - The brunette asks wryly
- Okay, context... - Mobius speaks raising his arms in surrender - Uh... Morticia and Gomez are from an old series that became a very successful movie, she's part of a very weird family, they're like monsters or something, and Gomez is a normal guy who ends up falling in love with her, then they get married and have kids.
- Oh sure.... - Loki nods trying to process all the information - Shouldn't I be shorter?
- No, Morticia is the tallest. - The grey-haired man speaks simplistically - You saw if you looked a lot like us.
The prince snorts not wanting to get into an argument, but anyway he couldn't deny that he looked stunning in that model and well... Mobius always looked amazing.
- Right, let's get to that party. - Loki speaks reaching for her husband's arm - At least this dress makes me look even more amazing.
Mobius sighs in amusement at the brunette's narcissism, pulling the god's shoulders to his height then capturing his lips in a quick kiss.
- It will get even better when I take this from you. - The gray-haired man whispers mischievously in the prince's ear - Now come on, cara mia! - He speaks turning on his heels ignoring the pink tinge to the other's cheeks.
Loki walks through the door following her husband to the costume party, they had barely left the house and the god was already looking forward to the return
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