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Mobius did not know what to expect when he left her with him. He needed a break but couldn’t leave the Prince of Asgard alone.
When his assistant had volunteered to stay with Loki... he was no doubt hesitant. Not because he thought Loki would trick her, it was very clear that she was well versed in most things Loki. He just… well, to him, it seemed like mixing oil and water together.
But he yielded, the call of the wild winning over him. He trusted her, she could handle ten minutes alone with the variant.
He doesn’t know what he expected, but when he returns from the bathroom after some time, he’s surprised to hear how quiet they were. And from the sounds of her calm and his tight tone- something was going on. Mobius pauses behind the bookshelf just out of sight, hovering close by its edge to hear her words.
“-when you have that thrown at you day in and day out.. well then why fight it? You think, 'If that’s all they think of me, then I’ll be everything they expect out of me and more!' Because when you push past what they expected from you- you feel as if the ball is in your court. That you’re the one in control.“
“I am in control.” He hissed, strong venom in the prince’s voice.
“Yes, you are… But not in the way I think you want to be.”
She shifts in her chair, her voice so soft in comparison to his. As if she were confessing to the god. “Most think that there is power in being cruel, power in hating others, power in thinking others are less than you. And many think that thinking and acting this way is a form of rebellion.”
She pauses for a moment, from his spot Mobius can see her pick at her nails. She shakes her head.
“But it's not. Not really.”
She looks and there’s a flicker across the god's face that Mobius catches, it’s masked just as quickly as it came.
“To be cruel, and to hate ourselves is *easy.* It’s what everyone expects from you. Those in power, especially, want us to be cruel and to hate ourselves. They want us to follow their lead. But to be kind and to love is the truest form of rebellion. It’s going against all their expectations of you. And being the person they *never* could’ve imagined is the truest form of rebellion you can do for yourself."
“ Your nature is magic, your mischief and wit are all you, Loki. It was through nurture that you became cruel and malicious.”
Under her gaze, Mobius can see the god wanting to squirm. Dare he say it’s too much for the god. And just when Mobius thinks, Loki will lash out at her, expecting venom to spit from his tongue.
… The god is the first to look away, shuffling himself closer to the table as he opens a random file.
“Are you quite done with your pontificating? Because I think we’ve wasted enough time.”
A breath leaves her with a smile before she reaches forward, grabbing a file before sitting back in her chair. She makes herself comfortable. “You’re right, we have a Variant to catch.”
From afar, Mobius watched the two, a grin pulling at his face. He honestly didn’t know what to expect, leaving those two together. All he could say was that he was just happy they didn't kill each other.
Especially, as he caught her smile of hers looking at him as he approached their table.
Mobius sighed, rubbing his forehead as he closed another file. Looking up, Mobius sees the rare sight of the god of mischief fast asleep.
He had half a mind to smack the god with the file in his hand when his eyes caught on the bouncing heel of the woman beside him. His eyes followed up the heel, taking in the sight of the brunette, legs and arms crossed, face directed towards the sleeping god. Obviously lost in deep thought.
He smiles, sitting back in his chair, his voice just above a whisper, “Not so sharp around the edges when he’s asleep, huh? Almost like a little pussy cat.”
His voice seemed to do the trick in pulling her out of her thoughts, her mind playing catch up before she chuckled at his words. She turns to him, sending a small smile his way before looking back at the god.
She chuckled, shaking her head, “how human.”
Her smile settled coolly, not quiet the frown she had as she started to think again. Mobius watched her for a moment, regarding her quietly. The moment is cut with a sharp inhale from her before she pulls herself out of the chair, stretching briefly before she turns towards Mobius. She smiles at him, brimming with a hushed affection that warms his chest.
“I’m gonna grab a snack, I’ll grab you a Josta while I’m gone?”
His eyes soften as he looks up at her, he nods with a smile, “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Of course,” she hums, reaching out and ruffling his silver locks, a moment he relishes before she takes her leave. He sighed, watching her figure walk away as his thoughts floated about sandy beaches.
It’s only when she’s out of sight does he turn back, his gaze falling onto the raven-haired man who snores away to himself.
Mobius grins, scooting himself back to the table covered in files.
He thinks he’ll be generous and give the prince five more minutes.