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I love you from the morning...
Mobius struggled to open his eyes.
He, who is usually quick to get up, had no desire to rise this morning. He didn't want to get out of the comfortable cocoon that was the comforter and the warmth of Loki's body against him.
But he had to work, he couldn't allow himself to drop his responsibilities.
He started to turn to get up but Loki's hand wrapped around his waist as he whispered into his neck, "Stay..." before spreading a shower of feathery kisses on Mobius' bare shoulders.
Mobius tried to protest half-heartedly, "I can't."
He felt Loki's smile against his skin and a shiver ran through his spine as Loki ran his fingers down his arm.
Mobius breathed, "Loki..."
Loki whispered in his ear, "Shhh... forget about work for a while." He kissed him behind the ear and continued, "I'll help you catch up, I promise."
Mobius turned in Loki's arms and surrendered as he whispered, "Okay."
He raised his hand and ran it over Loki's jaw and then over his cheek, and Loki closed his eyes as Mobius continued to caress his face.
Loki pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled him close.
Mobius nuzzled against Loki and whispered, "Just a little longer..." before lifting his head in invitation for Loki to kiss him.
Loki quickly responded to the silent request and pressed his lips to Mobius' in a deep, lingering kiss.
The office, the pending files, the work, the world around them faded for a while for Mobius.
There was only the two of them, their love and all the time in the world.
... until the evening
Mobius hummed as he brushed Loki's curls. Low notes with no particular melody that he sang with his warm voice as he gently ran the brush through his lover's hair.
Loki almost looked like he was asleep, sitting between Mobius' legs as they prepared for the night in their evening routine. His eyes were closed and he was completely relaxed. Ever since Mobius had discovered that Loki liked him to touch his hair, it had become a custom every night. After their shower, Mobius would take the hairbrush and detangle Loki's hair, sometimes in silence, sometimes sharing what they had done during the day.
Mobius loved these moments of intimacy that showed him how much Loki trusted him.
Loki's eyes opened, he turned his head and smiled at him, soft and handsome, and Mobius couldn't resist leaning in and kissing him gently before resuming his task.
He liked to gently run the brush through the brown strands, the rhythm allowed him to relax as he concentrated on not putting too much force into it so as not to hurt Loki, just enough for both of them to get pleasure from it.
When he finished, he leaned over to kiss the top of Loki's head to indicate that he was done and Loki turned to kiss him lightly on the mouth before sliding down beside him, resting his head on his chest. He whispered, "Thank you, love."
Mobius hummed, "My pleasure, sweetheart."
His arm wrapped around the god's shoulders to hold him close, and they slid under the covers together.
Their sweet evening routine was like a lullaby and it didn't take long for them to fall asleep peacefully in each other's arms.