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Loki was on his way home when he was passed by two young girls who were giggling and showing each other their phones.
Amused, he heard them marveling at some super handsome star that Loki had no idea about.
"I swear, he's so hot, I'm going to put that picture as a screensaver."
The other replied with another giggle, "Yeah me too, at least until I can put the love of my life on there."
"Pffft, you're too romantic my dear!"
The other gave her a pat on the back of the head, "Well yeah, so what, I think it's adorable. This way he or she will know that I'm only thinking about them!"
"Hurry, we're going to miss the bus!" The two girls ran off.
Loki squeezed his phone in his pocket.
"Hm? The love of my life as my screensaver?"
He took out his phone and flipped through Mobius's photos, selected his favorite, the one where he had the smile Loki loved so much, and then put it as his phone screensaver..
He continued on his way and kept looking at his phone.
Suddenly, a thought came to him, what did Mobius have as a screensaver? He couldn't remember ever seeing it. He sped up because now he was eager to know.
He walked through the door of their house, "Mobius, love, I'm home!"
"I'm in the kitchen!"
Loki hung up his jacket, kicked off his shoes, and headed into the kitchen.
He was about to open the door when his eyes fell on Mobius' phone sitting on the counter in the hallway.
He stopped dead in his tracks and couldn't resist the temptation. He grabbed the phone and ran his thumb over the screen to see the locked screen appear.
He gasped in shock.
It was a picture of him, Loki. In his Jotun form.
It couldn't be. Why was this possible? What could have caused Mobius to put this awful thing in the background? Was it to remind him at all times how monstrous Loki could be?
Loki slid against the wall until he was sitting on the floor.
The kitchen door opened beside him.
"Loki?"
"Loki, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Loki didn't look up and heard Mobius kneeling in front of him.
Mobius' hand came to rest on his and he asked again softly, "Hey, what's wrong?"
Loki jerked his hand away more abruptly than he would have liked and finally looked up at Mobius. He handed the phone to Mobius.
"This! Your screensaver! How could you? Why?" he asked sharply.
Mobius understood immediately and simply replied, "What? I'm not allowed to put the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life as my screensaver?"
Loki retorted, "Don't make fun of me Mobius! Not you!"
Mobius moved closer to Loki, "Oh love, I'm not laughing at you. Look into my eyes, you'll know I'm not lying."
He took his chin and lifted Loki's face up to him and looked into his eyes before continuing, "Loki, I love you in all your forms and this one too. You are beautiful my love, not just like this, as you are in front of me, you are beautiful when you are angry, you are beautiful when you are acting stupid, and you are just as beautiful when your skin turns blue and cold, your eyes turn red and you become a giant. Because no matter what you look like, you are Loki, my Loki. My beloved god of mischief."
"You..." Loki swallowed, his voice clearly tight with emotion, "you're the first."
"The first to what, Sweetheart?" asked Mobius softly as he sat on the floor across from him, his legs circling Loki.
"You're the first to tell me I'm beautiful like this. To love me like this. I... I... you don't think I'm a monster."
Mobius wiped a tear that rolled down Loki's cheek with his thumb before answering as he looked him in the eye again, "No Loki, never. Even before we met, I never thought you were a monster. I never did. If I didn't fear for our ceilings, I would ask you to take your Jotun form immediately so I could prove to you how beautiful I find you, love."
Loki shook his head, "I don't understand. I... it's..."
Mobius didn't let him continue, and tenderly took him in his arms, "Loki, my love, come." He put him against him, wrapping his legs around him, his arms around his shoulders and Loki's head under his chin. He began to whisper a string of soft, comforting words. He felt his shirt get wet where Loki's face rested on his chest and his body shook with sobs that Loki tried to hold back.
"Loki, sweetheart..." whispered Mobius, "Don't hold back, let go, I'm here. Let it go, I can take it all. It'll be okay love."
Loki let go, every sob tore at Mobius' heart, but he received it all, just as he had told Loki. He stroked his back, kissed his hair and continued to whisper words of comfort, telling him how much he was loved, that he wasn't a monster, that he was beautiful, until the sobs gradually subsided.
Mobius moved just a little to get into a more comfortable position and grabbed a box of tissues from the counter right above them.Loki's hands clutched at his shirt behind his back. "Don't leave."
"Shhh Loki, sweetheart, I'm not leaving, I will never leave you my love. I promise."
He lifted Loki's head and with a tissue, wiped his eyes, then his nose before leaving a small kiss there. He pushed back a lock of hair stuck by the tears behind the ear of his lover and let his hand on his cheek. He said to him, the voice and the eyes full of adoration, "Even with your nose and eyes reddened by tears, you are beautiful my love. I love you."
Loki, his eyes still glistening with tears, his lips trembling threw his arms around Mobius' neck making him fall backwards.
They both began to laugh, a saving and beneficent laugh that washed away the last of Loki's tears.
When their laughter stopped, Loki was on top of Mobius with his face inches away from his.
Mobius looked at him intensely and asked, "Do you believe me?"
Loki looked at him questioningly.
Mobius repeated, "Do you believe me when I tell you that you are beautiful, even in your Jotun form?"
Loki shyly nodded his head.
"I want to hear you say it sweetheart."
Loki said softly, but with a firm voice, "I believe you Mobius."
Mobius smiled sweetly and said, "Then prove it to me. Let me see you, my love."
Loki bit his lip, hesitating, then got up to go into the living room where the ceiling was higher, just in case. Mobius followed him.
Loki asked in a slightly shaky voice, "Are you sure?"
Mobius stepped forward, kissed him gently and replied, "Perfectly sure. go ahead."
Loki closed his eyes and could not immediately see the look of wonder on Mobius' face as he transformed. When he was in his full form, Loki didn't dare open his eyes, a tiny fear of being rejected still lingering.
Mobius said softly, "Open your eyes, love."
Loki obeyed.
Mobius gasped, "So beautiful..."
Loki saw in Mobius' eyes that he meant what he said, That he was only being sincere.
Mobius came closer, "May I?"
"What?"
"Touch you."
Loki nodded and Mobius moved his hand forward slowly, ran it gently over his chest, then slid it up and had to stand on his tiptoes to be able to touch Loki's lips with his fingertips, which parted to let out a small sigh.
Mobius cocked his head to the side and asked mischievously, "Will you help me?"
Loki didn't understand what Mobius meant.
Mobius chuckled softly, "Well, I would like to kiss you, but there is no stepladder, so a little help from my tall, strong, and handsome lover wouldn't go amiss."
Loki smiled and passing his arm under Mobius' butt, he lifted him until their lips were at the same level. Mobius put an arm around Loki's neck and captured his lips in a kiss that left no doubt about how he felt about his lover.
Then he pulled his head back a little to catch his breath and said, licking his lips, "You are so beautiful and you are mine."
This time it was Loki who took his lips in a kiss that said his love, his gratitude, his joy to be loved.
When he pulled back, Mobius traced the lines of his lover's blue face with his fingertips and said, with a half smile on his lips, "How about you take me to our bedroom?"
Loki made the gesture of putting him down when Mobius shook his head and said, still smiling, "I said take me to our bedroom. I'm looking forward to taking advantage of those big strong arms."
Loki laughed happily and lifted him up completely to carry him in a bridal style.
As he walked toward their room, his precious burden in his arms, he whispered to Mobius, "Thank you."
Mobius raised an surprised eyebrow, "Thanks for what sweetheart?"
Loki pressed a kiss on his forehead and replied, "You don't have to thank me for that, Loki, there's nothing easier than loving you. So hurry up and take me to our room so I can show you how much I love you."
To the sound of Loki's happy laughter, they entered their room where Mobius hurried to show Loki how beautiful he was in his eyes.
No matter what he looked like.