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"Mobius, I can sense that you have something on your mind, so please talk to me!"
Since they had finished their meal and settled down in the living room for their usual relaxing evening, there was a silence that was unusual for him. Mobius looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped before saying anything.
Mobius turned to Loki, took his hand and said softly, "I'd like to try something, but I don't know if you'd agree."
"Mobius, ask. At worst I'll tell you no."
Mobius hesitated a little longer before jumping in, "Um... Here goes... I know you still have a lot of trouble accepting that I see you in your Jotunn form and I would like to help you."
From the way Loki fidgeted and avoided his gaze, Mobius could see that this was still very difficult for Loki to handle. But suddenly his lover looked up, and the gleam in his eyes was undoubtedly one of hope.
Mobius waited in silence, gently stroking his hand.
Loki swallowed several times and then answered him in a barely audible voice, "What do you want to do...or...what do I have to do?"
Mobius leaned over and gently kissed his forehead before answering, "First of all, if at any point you need me to stop, you just say so, I'll stop right now and I won't hold it against you okay?"
Loki nodded and then Mobius continued, "I'd like you to go into the bedroom, undress, -you can leave your underwear on- and lay down on the bed. When you are ready, I would like you to take your Jotunn form and call me. But only if you're ready, okay?"
Loki nodded and as he stood up softly asked Mobius, "A kiss of encouragement?"
" Of course sweetheart."
Mobius, who had stood up at the same time as Loki, took his head in his hands and kissed him gently. Then as Loki left the room he said to him, "Don't forget that I love you, no matter how you look."
Mobius tidied up the living room, turned off the lights and then went to the bathroom to freshen up, changing into more comfortable clothes. Just as he finished dressing, Loki called out to him, "Mobius? You may come."
Mobius headed to the bedroom and was as blown away as he was every time he had the grace to see Loki like this. If only Loki could see himself with Mobius' eyes, he would no longer hate himself in this form. He cursed Odin for the insecurity he had planted in Loki, before chasing away those negative thoughts that had no business being part of what he had planned to do.
Mobius climbed onto the bed, at the level of Loki's feet, grabbed one leg delicately and placed a light kiss on the ankle, still surprised by the coolness of his lover's Jotun skin. Cool but not unbearably so.
"What are you doing?" asked Loki, uncertainty in his voice as Mobius began to gently run his fingers over the indescribably blue hued skin of his foot, tracing the veins and the very shape of his foot.
"I worship you," Mobius replied without stopping.
"How can you? Why?" Loki tried to pull his leg away, but Mobius didn't release his grip and placed another kiss on the top of his foot.
"I can do it the easiest way in the world and why? Just because I want you to understand that in this form, nothing about you is monstrous, sweetheart."
Mobius looked up and smiled at Loki, letting him see in his eyes that he meant every word he said. Once he was sure that Loki was still in the right frame of mind, Mobius moved to repeat the same gestures on the other leg.
He ran his hands further up Loki's thighs, slipping between them as he rubbed the skin under his boxers. He didn't touch any intimate area, because that wasn't the point of all this, even if, for Mobius, the desire that he felt for Loki was the same whatever his appearance.
Then he followed with his fingertips and lips the contours of her hips, "You are gorgeous, how can you not see it, the way your delicate skin follows your perfect bone structure, perfection personified"
He kissed Loki's belly, just above his navel before moving his hands up his chest under his shirt, tracing the flawlessly shaped muscles.
Loki, his throat tight with emotion, asked him, "What about my skin, its color, its texture, its temperature, does it really not disgust you?"
Mobius shook his head and then looked into Loki's eyes, putting all the admiration and love he felt for him, "Look deep inside me and tell me if you see a spark of disgust?"
After a few seconds, Loki put his arm over his eyes, his lips trembling.
Mobius grabbed his arm, and began to kiss each knuckle of this hand, then of the other. "And these hands are beautiful too. These hands that are capable of magic in whatever form you take.Of course it's not the same magic, but the ice that comes out of them in your Jotunn form is just as magical as the green swirls in your aesir form. Sharp but so fragile."
He had reached the level of Loki's head, and again gazing into the scarlet eyes, he continued, "And those eyes that are like the precious pearl of that treasure you are, I could get lost in them. Like the blue of your skin, their color is indescribable."
"I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you Sweetheart, and I would so love for you to believe me one day." He placed a small kiss on Loki's nose.
"But if today you don't believe me, then I'll do it again and again, and I'll tell you again and again. I will tell you that you are so adorable that you make my heart melt. You are dazzling Loki, whether it's like this, as Jotunn, as a woman... you are you. My love. The heart in you is the same."
Loki's breath caught at the softness of Mobius' tone as he lifted his shirt to place a kiss on the center of his chest, "Your heart beats faster when I kiss you like this. You feel joy, sorrow, love, anger, you feel everything with that heart."
He continued to spread kisses throughout his talk, smiling slightly at the way Loki's heart raced with every word. "Your heart is as beautiful as it is good. Even your Jotunn heart."
He stroked Loki's face with his fingertips, tracing the lines in outline.
"You are gorgeous," Mobius whispered, bending down to kiss his forehead, "you are perfect."
Loki let out a sigh, no longer fighting the emotion that overtook him at Mobius' words, and let the tears fall from his eyes.
Mobius wiped them away with his thumbs and continued his litany of compliments, "You are not a monster. You are Loki, my prince, my god of mischief, my love, the missing part of my soul."
Loki whispered in a choked voice, "Mobius..."
"I love you," Mobius whispered against his lips.
Loki didn't answer him and just let the healing tears flow and subside on their own, allowing him to begin his recovery journey. Mobius just held him close and whispered words of comfort, encouragement and love.
After a few minutes, Loki, straightened up and for the first time while in his Jotunn form, he reached up and stroked Mobius' cheek with his fingertips and whispered, "I love you."
And for the first time again, Mobius had the joy of seeing him smile in this form, it wasn't a bright smile, it was wet and shaky, but it was there.
Mobius, with a fake stern glare in his eyes said softly, "I forbid you to smile at anyone but me in this form. I might get too much competition."
Still in his Jotunn form, Loki laughed out loud, his scarlet eyes sparkling with joy.
It was the first time, and Mobius hoped it would be the first time of many.