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“Finally,” Loki heaves out, flopping back onto the firm, hotel bed. Mobius walks in eyeing the lack of two beds.
“They gave us the wrong room,” the TVA agent sighs, tossing his bag down onto the chair by the window. Standing by the sliding door, Mobius puts his hands on his hips, observing the parking lot to the run-down motel.
“Seems fine to me,” Loki shrugs, spreading out his limbs on the bed. He stretches out the day’s pain in his back.
“There’s one bed,” he grumbles, unzipping his suitcase to retrieve his casual clothes.
“And?” Loki lifts his head to look at his work partner. “I won’t take up the bed.”
“You’re literally taking up the whole bed right now.”
The variant rolls his eyes. Maybe this overnight mission with Mobius wasn’t going to be as fun as he hoped.
“You’re killing my mood right now. We’re on vacation, stop acting so grumpy.”
Mobius walks over to the bathroom, keeping the door slightly ajar to continue speaking to Loki. “This is not a vacation,” he begins to strip off his clothes. “We are still working, tonight is just a bit of a break. Tomorrow we’re back on schedule.”
“Do we ever get vacations?” Loki sits up in the bed, “I’ve been working for weeks non-stop.”
“Maybe if you behaved you would be more trusted,” Mobius walks out with sweatpants on, he’s hooking his arms through his tee-shirt. Loki eyes his bare chest. “And then you could get brakes.” His words muffle as he slips his head through his shirt.
“You never get time off work,” he states, disappointed Mobius is fully clothed now.
“Because I have to watch a misbehaving variant,” Mobius teases, walking over to grab his shaving kit.
Loki gets up from the bed, following the agent into the bathroom.
“You mind?”
Loki ignores him. “You shave?” Watching Mobius take out the razor and apply shaving cream to his jaw. Loki gasps, “you’re not shaving your mustache are you?” He sounded a bit too worried.
“No,” he chuckles, tracing his jawline with the razor. Loki walks around him and jumps up to sit on the counter. He watches him intently, staring at his every move. “Never seen a man shave before?” Mobius cues in on his partner's curiosity.
“Not really? Don’t know when I would have an opportunity to do so.” Loki crosses his legs, shifting on the countertop. “It’s intriguing watching you do things.”
“Glad I can be entertaining for you.” He wipes his face with a washcloth, picking up hair-cutting scissors.
“You’re cutting your mustache?” He freaks out.
“No, I’m just trimming it,” Mobius takes his eyes away from his own reflection. “You’re a bit too invested in my stache.”
“I’m scared to see you without it.” Loki grins.
It goes quiet for a bit, both of them focussed on Mobius’ cutting job. The sounds of the scissors clipping echoeing through the bathroom. Loki sighs, now bored of watching.
“We should smoke something tonight.”
Mobius stops cutting, “you’re kidding.”
“Nope,” Loki hops off the counter, grinning ear to ear, “let’s get high.”
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“I came first,” Loki exclaims breathing heavily and flops onto the bed.
“It was a tie,” Mobius protests, laying down beside his partner, both exhausted by the minimal exercise. They had decided on a race to the snacks down the hall. Obviously. As two bored high people do. Loki did note to himself how erratic they both sounded.
“Totally wasn’t, you old man,” the variant pokes Mobius’ side, “now give me my candy, I won it fair and square.” Loki pouts.
“Fine.” The agent huffs, handing over the candy they had just gotten from the vending machine. Loki grabs the package from his hands, proudly making a show of his prize.
“You’re lucky ur’ pretty,” Mobius giggles, his accent more apparent with the drugs.
“Ha!” Loki shouts, popping a gummy into his mouth. He spaces out, Mobius’ worn-out Tee becoming of interest all of a sudden. “Who’s The Beatles?”
“Hmm?” Mobius looks down, recognizing his train of thought. “A band from Earth.” He reaches over to steal a couple candies from Loki’s palm.
“Hey!” He swats Mobius wandering hands, “you listen to music?” Loki laughs, cupping his mouth.
“Yes, I listen to music you goof, I’m not a robot.”
“I thought you were at first.” He says with a mouthful.
Mobius peers his hazy eyes at him, the usual white orbs appearing a pinkish red.
“I also thought you would go to bed in your suits.”
Mobius lets out a loud laugh, he sits up in the bed, Loki following.
“What do you take me for?” He snorts.
“A robot! I just said that.” He pauses, “I think. I don’t really remember anything I’ve said.” Loki laughs maniacally. “But you make a really sexy, southern robot.”
“I think you had one too many brownies,” the TVA agent grins, pearly teeth biting his bottom lip.
“This would definitely not be TVA-approved.” Loki leans forwards, hand cupping Mobius’ knee.
“Ravonna would lose her shit.”
“Ravonna’s kinda hot.” Loki states, staring off at a wall.
“That’s my boss you’re talking about.”
“Has she been more than a boss before?” The taller man giggles, tapping Mobius' sweatpants. “You must have fucked before.” He stares intensely at his eyes. Hazy, red eyes meeting hazy, red eyes.
“Bullll shit!” Mobius slaps his partner’s hand away, grabbing it in the motion. “We haven’t done anything! Ever.”
“No way.” His face flattens not believing him one bit. “But you two definitely have this will-they-won’t-they thing going on. The secret hot couple in the office.” Loki reaches out, fiddling with his mustache.
“Nu-uh,” he squints, feeling ticklish. “I’m gay as hell and fucking her would probably violate some HR rules.”
Loki leans his side against him, putting his weight on Mobius. Sober, this would be off limits for the TVA workers.
“Good boy,” Loki says against his neck, petting his clean-shaven cheek. “Putting work before hoes.” Loki lazily laughed at his own words, starting to feel the tiring after-effects.
“Always.” Mobius yawns, bringing Loki down with him as he rests on the bed. He positions his and Loki’s heads on the motel pillow. “I don’t think anyone dates at work anyways. Relationships don’t really work out.” His eyelids feel heavy. “Everyone is too invested in their work.” He huffs, “suppose I am too.”
Mobius glances over to Loki, who is now passed out, candy resting on his lap still. Mobius cares for the wrapper, fixing up the bed to tuck them both in. He knows he’ll have regretted their stupid nighttime actions in the morning. But that’s tomorrow, so why worry?