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Mobius awoke with the sensation of a weight on his lap. He remembered reading while Loki watched a movie. He must have been asleep for quite a while, because when he opened his eyes, he realized that the movie had progressed and the book had fallen on the couch next to him. What he remembered was Loki's head in his lap and his fingers in his hair, just as it was now when he woke up.
A sigh of contentment escaped his lips as Mobius' fingers automatically began to run through Loki's hair again. He liked the idea that Loki felt comfortable enough with him to let him do this to him.
Seeing that he had his head turned towards him, Mobius said, stifling a yawn, "Hello."
Loki smiled back at him and brought a hand up to Mobius' face, caressing his cheek with his fingertips as Mobius leaned into his hand.
"You're falling asleep already, love," Loki commented.
Indeed, Mobius was struggling to keep his eyes open. He managed it temporarily by poking his eyes into Loki's.
"You're going to miss the end of the movie," Loki continued.
"I was reading, not really following the movie, you're the one who's going to miss it if you keep looking at me, sweetheart."
Loki shrugged slightly, not even bothering to turn back to the screen behind him, and replied, "It's not like I don't know the story by heart. The lonely guy who no one believed in, to the point where he himself believed he was destined for evil, and along comes a creature who gives him the respect he never thought he deserved, and so on... I really prefer reality to fiction.
Mobius, now wide awake, asked, "What do you mean?"
Loki straightened up to sit on Mobius' lap, wrapped his arms around his neck and replied softly, "I mean you make me a better person, love, and I hope you know most of this character development is because of you."
"I could say the same thing, you know," Mobius replied, raising his hand to Loki's cheek and smiling gently at him.
Loki leaned forward and kissed him in response. It was a chaste and sweet kiss, tasting like the tea they drank earlier.
Mobius kissed him back lazily, letting one of his hands come up to tangle in Loki's hair. Mobius loved it, running his hands through his lover's black curls. He never missed an opportunity to touch them, whether it was a passing caress, a lingering hand, or the excuse of a dusting that got tangled in his hair.
"So you see, reality is better than fiction, we have our own happy ending," Loki finally smiled as he broke the kiss and let his forehead rest on Mobius'.
Mobius could only nod because it was true. As he did so, he couldn't help but yawn as tiredness set in.
"Wouldn't you rather go to bed?" Loki asked him.
Mobius felt his body heavy with the fatigue that was eating away at him, and he thought it would be better to go to bed now, but he felt so good right now, Loki's weight on his lap, his arms around his neck, his hand in Loki's hair. All of this was far too pleasant to move, even if it meant ending up pressed together in their bed.
"Five more minutes?" he finally replied.
Loki chuckled softly and replied quietly, "Let's at least reverse the position and I'll wake you up in fifteen minutes, okay?"
Mobius nodded and let Loki manhandle him, ending up with his head in Loki's lap, the god's hands now the ones running through Mobius' hair.
Lulled by the sweetness of the moment and driven by exhaustion, his eyelids closed and he fell asleep, comfortably nestled between the soft pillows and Loki.
He wanted to tell Loki how much he loved him, how precious these moments were to him, but he was so tired that he couldn't even articulate a word. As sleep slowly took him away, he felt Loki's lips move against his forehead and his hushed voice say softly, "I love you."
"...ve you too," Mobius managed to articulate as he tightened his arms around Loki.
In the morning, he would be the one to wake Loki with his love, but for now, he felt himself drifting off.
He was only aware of Loki's heartbeat against his chest, his breath in his neck, and the warmth of his body pressed against his own.
To most people on the outside, this was just an ordinary domestic scene, but to Mobius and Loki, whose love was born out of hardship, this kind of moment was probably the most precious in the world.
