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"Loki, could you come to the kitchen please?"
Loki soon joined Mobius who had a spoon in his hand and asked, "I need your opinion. Can you taste this?"
Mobius filled the spoon with whatever he was preparing, brought it to Loki's lips while holding his hand under his chin so nothing would fall out.
Loki closed his eyes and then after a moment's thought gave his opinion, "It's delicious, but maybe it lacks a little cinnamon."
Mobius nodded, "Ah good! I felt something was missing, but I couldn't put my finger on it."
He stood up on his tiptoes, reaching for the cinnamon that was a little high on the shelf.
But Loki, having sneaked up behind him, was quicker and picked up the small container and placed it on the counter before whispering in Mobius' ear, "How can I help you more?"
The slight movement of the hips that accompanied his words left Mobius in no doubt as to what kind of help he was offering.
He breathed, "Loki..."
Mobius' tone was a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Loki replied with an innocent look, "What?"
Mobius said nothing and continued to prepare the dough.
Loki wrapped his arms around him and purred in his ear, "You know you don't have to bake to show me that you're sweet." Then he tried to kiss Mobius on the neck, but Mobius pushed him away with a laugh, "Not until I'm done!"
But Loki was stubborn and continued to interfere with the preparations until Mobius had enough and banished him from the kitchen.
Loki sighed ostentatiously and Mobius' reply was direct, "And your big sighs won't change anything, it's your fault, if you're not able to behave!"
Twenty minutes later Mobius came out of the kitchen, "That's it, I'm done, I just need to let the dough rest for two hours-"
He didn't have time to finish his sentence when Loki threw himself on him and captured his mouth in a passionate kiss to which Mobius responded just as passionately.
When they separated to catch their breath, Mobius could not help but let out a breathless laugh.
"What?" asked Loki with a puzzled look.
"Were you that impatient?"
Loki shrugged, "When it comes to you, I always am."
Then his expression turned sheepish, "I overreacted again, didn't I?"
Mobius shook his head, "Not at all. It's rather nice to be the object of such passion."
He pecked Loki's nose.
Loki continued more seriously, "I gave you one hundred and one reasons to walk away, yet you never did. Why?"
Mobius smiled softly, "It seems to me that I also gave you reasons to walk away, but in the end you stayed. So I'll ask you the same question. Why?"
Loki answered immediately and bluntly, "Because I love you."
Mobius pushed a strand of hair back behind the god's ear and replied softly, "Well you have your answer. Because I love you. It's really that simple."
He gently pressed his lips to Loki's.
There was nothing else to say.
Because they loved each other.
It was really that simple.