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It was just a bad day.
Mobius felt the tension and pressure building.
Ever since he had woken up this morning, everything had been going wrong. First, he had woken up late, then there was the cold spot next to him, which meant that Loki was long gone. And finally, he couldn't find his work tie and since he was late, he had to take a normal tie.
For anyone else this would have been harmless, but not for Mobius. It was part of his uniform, it was like his armor. It was silly, but he felt vulnerable without it.
It was just a bad day.
But to top it off, the coffee machine decided to break down. So he had to settle for a coffee from the TVA's vending machine. Unthinkable!
It was just a bad day.
When he'd arrived at the office, Casey's tight smile didn't look good and he wondered how much worse the day could get.
Hunter B-15 had called him to tell him that half the fighters had been knocked out by the flu and they were short on active personnel on all missions. That explained Loki's early departure. But not the fact that he hadn't sent him a message. This day was turning into a nightmare.
It was just a bad day.
It was noon, his head was already hurting from trying to find a way to compensate for the absence of the missing hunters, to reorganize all the missions without counting the usual workload. He even wondered if he wouldn't have to go out into the field himself.
But who would organize the work?
He ran a hand over his face, desperately massaged his temples to get the headache over and sighed.
It was just a bad day .
He spent the next half hour reorganizing everything and looked at his watch. 14h.
He still hadn't heard from Loki. It was easy to type a little text, wasn't it? Just a little one, or one of his ridiculous selfies, or a text full of emoji. Just a damn text! He did it all the time, Mobius even had to remind him several times that the Tempad was first and foremost a professional tool.
And today, as if by chance, Loki had decided to respect the rules.
Well, for once, Mobius would have no qualms, he was going to break the rules. He grabbed his tempad and started to type a message.
It was just a bad day.
He stopped when someone knocked lightly on the door.
"Yes!" he said abruptly.
Who dared to disturb him?!
"Mobius, this is Hunter B-15 and your..." Hunter coughed and continued, "...Loki."
"Come in, both of you."
Ah finally, he was going to have an explanation.
"Hello, Mobius." greeted Hunter B-15 as she entered, followed by Loki who curiously said nothing.
They sat down in front of him without waiting.
Hunter B-15 looked at him seriously, while Loki had his head down.
What? Not only did Loki ignore him for the whole morning, but he didn't even greet him and worse, he avoided his gaze!
Mobius felt his irritation rise a notch if it was still possible.
But suddenly, as he turned his head towards Hunter B-15, Mobius' eyes fell on his lover's tie.
He had to take a lot on himself not to react.
Mobius suddenly understood the absence of messages and the reason for that lowered gaze.
Everything went blank and he had only one thought at that moment.
His tie was simply beautiful on Loki.
Or no, it was Loki who was beautiful with his tie.
Or both.
In any case, it matched Loki's green eyes perfectly, even though he was sure it was totally accidental.
Realizing that Hunter B-15 was giving him a report on the morning's missions, Mobius felt a little sorry that he didn't pay enough attention to it.
He tried to concentrate on what she was saying, but his eyes were constantly drawn to the tie around his lover's neck.
It was only when Loki and Hunter B-15 got up to leave that Mobius realized the meeting was over. He followed them to the door.
He still hadn't managed to meet Loki's eyes.
As they left, Mobius couldn't help but hold him back. "Agent Loki, can you stay for a moment, I'd like to go over something with you."
Hunter B-15, not fooled at all, walked out with a small smile on her lips, "Take your time, 'Agent Loki', it's lunch time after all."
She walked out, closing the door on her.
Loki was still avoiding his eyes.
Mobius turned to him, grabbed him by the tie, looked up at him and said, "So Agent Loki?" He continued, pulling him across the room, "Don't you have something to tell me?"
Blushing slightly and biting his lip, Loki said to him, "I'm so sorry, I-mmmpf."
Mobius had just tackled him against the wall and was kissing him passionately.
Loki barely managed to push him back a little, shocked by his lover's boldness. Not that he didn't find it damn exciting, but it was rare for Mobius to react like this and Loki wondered what could have triggered this behavior.
"Wait Mobius!" Loki licked his lips before continuing, "What's the matter with you?!"
Mobius moved closer again and said in a somewhat clipped tone, "The problem is that my lover wasn't here when I woke up, he hasn't texted me all morning, and when I finally see him, he won't even look at me even though he's wearing my tie and looking damn hot with it, and you're asking me what's my problem?".
"Aww, I missed you too, Moby."
"Shut up and let me kiss you."
Loki found himself pressed against the wall again, Mobius devouring his mouth like there was no tomorrow.
They found themselves making out passionately against a wall in Mobius' office when anyone could walk in at any time.
But Loki didn't care and was going to enjoy the moment. He put his hands on Mobius' hips, slid them down his arms and clasped them behind his neck.
Mobius pressed harder against him until there was no more space between them.
He began to nibble on the lower lip of Loki who could not hold back a moan of pleasure. Loki tried to control the kiss, but Mobius wouldn't let him, and finally, after a brief, half-hearted struggle, Loki realized that this was what his lover needed, and who was he to deny something to the man he loved. He gave in to the kiss and the shivers of pleasure that ran down his spine.
After a few minutes of intensive making out, Loki thought he was going to run out of air when Mobius pulled back slightly and stared at him, his eyes glistening with satisfaction, licking his lips like a cat that has just devoured a cream pot.
Loki could only stare at him, panting, unable to do anything but smile stupidly as he tried to regain his composure and his breath.
Mobius raised an eyebrow and, with a mutinous smile, pulled him by the tie to the couch. He sat down on it, pulling Loki to his side. He readjusted Loki's tie and ran his fingers through his lover's hair, trying to tidy it up and erase the traces of their make-out session.
Unfortunately he could not do anything for Loki's lips, reddened and swollen by his kisses. Honestly Mobius did not regret it, on the contrary, he just wanted to do it again. He gave in to the impulse, he pulled Loki's face towards him and kissed him again, this time in a softer way.
When they parted, he ran his thumb over Loki's lips as he smiled softly and whispered, "The rest will have to wait until tonight."
His mischievous lover murmured, a playful gleam in his eye. "Hm, if I had known I would trigger such a reaction, I would have worn your tie much sooner."
Mobius chuckled softly as he put his arm around his shoulders.
"By the way sweetheart, tell me. How did my tie become yours?"
Loki told him in a tale repeatedly interrupted by kisses and tender caresses.
Finally, Mobius thought to himself, this day was far from being bad.