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Loki lay comfortably on the couch, his head on Mobius’s lap. Mobius was holding his book with one hand and the other hand was stroking Loki’s long black hair.
Loki hummed quietly in contentment. Mobius looked down at him and smiled. “What, does that feel good?” Mobius asked.
Loki nodded and closed his eyes. Mobius continued running his fingers through Loki’s hair. “Your hair is so soft,” he said. Loki smiled. “Perks of having magic.”
Mobius grinned and leaned his head back on the couch, setting his book on the side table.
The two of them were a picture of bliss, both perfectly comfortable and happy in the other’s presence. The sun peeked through the window, washing them in a golden glow.
Both of them were asleep within minutes.