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Loki was sitting across from Mobius at his desk and they were working on files.
He took a sip of coffee and unknowingly watched Mobius, and damn did he like watching him when he was focused on his work. Lately, he had a little je ne sais quoi that made him incredibly attractive, well more than usual. Like an air of happiness.
He put down his cup and called softly, "Mobius?"
"Yes sweetheart?" answered Mobius without looking up.
When it was just the two of them, even at work, Mobius didn't mind using tender words.
"You're cute, you know that?" uttered Loki
This was the magic phrase that made Mobius look up, he asked, looking surprised, "I'm flattered, but to what do I owe this spontaneous statement."
Loki replied, "Just like that, because you look happy."
Mobius smiled softly and walked over to Loki, leaning over the desk to kiss him gently on the nose, "It's only natural that I look happy, I'm with you."
Loki gasped, "Warn a god when you pull something like that, I almost fell off my chair."
Mobius retorted, "Are you sure it's not because you're half sitting on it?"
Loki snorted and lightly bumped their foreheads together before rubbing his nose against Mobius', gently and intentionally, making Mobius laugh.
Their lips brushed against each other in one last light kiss before Mobius said, "This little interlude was delightful, but let's get back to work."
Loki pouted but complied, and moments later they were both back in their files.
Loki without looking up said quietly, "For the record, you make me just as happy."
He heard a thud and looked up to see that Mobius had fallen out of his chair.
