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"Loki, stop glaring at him like that."
Casey elbowed Loki.
"Hmph!"
Loki shrugged, ignored Casey's words and continued to do what he was doing, which was indeed glaring at Mobius.
He waited for the briefing to end and for the room to empty. Then he strode over to Mobius who was gathering his files.
He bent over and hissed in his ear, "Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up."
"Doing what?" asked Mobius, perplexed.
"Smiling."
Mobius couldn't hold back a laugh and Loki began to pout, prompting a second burst of laughter.
"Wait, you're really serious about that!"
"When it comes to you Mobius, always."
Mobius couldn't resist Loki's pouting face and running his hand behind his neck, he grabbed him and pulled him close.
"You're an idiot, sweetheart, no one will ever get to snatch me up, you already did that a long time ago."
He pressed a kiss on Loki's mouth, stepped back and told him much more seriously, "I am yours, Loki, no one will take me away from you."
He kissed him again, deeply.
He kissed him until Loki had no doubt who Mobius belonged to.
Mobius belonged Loki.