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Mobius was walking to the cafeteria, hands in his pockets. He had just gotten out of a very tiring meeting, where Ravonna had droned on and on about why pruning was the best way to take care of variants. She didn’t need to of course, everyone in the TVA (except maybe Mobius) already agreed with her.
He was almost to the cafeteria, and had just rounded the corner when a hand suddenly reached out from the shadows and grabbed his tie, pulling him to them and into a passionate kiss.
Mobius was surprised, but when he saw who it was, he quickly relaxed. They separated, and Mobius smiled at Loki. “You know, you could just tell me you wanted a kiss,” he said.
Loki smiled and leaned towards Mobius, their arms around his waist. Their foreheads touched.
“Well, that wouldn’t have been nearly as fun,” they said. Mobius laughed softly and leaned in for another kiss.