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Mobius tried not to show his impatience as he stood in line at the vending machine. Two more people. Only two more and he would be saved. He took a few steps forward. Now there was only one person between him and heaven. He sighed with relief when it was finally just him and the machine. He didn't even look at the window, punched in the code for Josta's cans and swiped his badge.
But there, nothing.
Not even the usual sound of the can falling into the receptacle.
He looked up and was horrified to see the red letters flashing on the compartment where Josta's cans were normally stored: OUT OF STOCK
If it wasn't for someone behind him, he would have kicked the machine in a rage.
He walked briskly back to his office and once inside, he slammed the door and not even the thudding sound could make his frustration subside. Then he sat down at his desk and, making the best of a bad situation, began to read the mission reports. From time to time he reached for the place where he normally kept his can of Josta, and his frustration grew every time his hand touched the empty space. Focused on his work, he hadn't heard the door to his office open and close. It wasn't until Loki's voice sounded directly above him that he realized the god was leaning against his desk next to him.
"My, Mobius, what a face!"
Mobius shook his head, "I warn you, Loki, I'm really not in the mood. This is really not the time to mess with me."
Loki looked at him affectionately, grabbed his chin and gently stroked his thumb across Mobius' pout. But when he saw that Mobius' expression did not change, he set about erasing it in a way he hoped would be more effective. He leaned over to Mobius, bringing his face close to his, and Mobius sighed, "Loki... I told you..."
Loki replied, "You told me you weren't in the mood, so I'm going to change that." He closed the distance and pressed his lips to Mobius', using all his skill to change his lover's mood. When they pulled away to catch their breath, Mobius said, panting, "I still don't have a..."
Loki interrupted him, still holding Mobius' chin between his fingers, and turned his head toward his desk.
"Maybe this will help put you in a good mood for good?"
There was a can of Josta in the spot reserved for it.
Mobius turned his head to Loki, a stunned expression on his face, "But... how?"
Loki grabbed the can, opened it, and as he handed it to Mobius, he said, "Well, I heard about your change in mood after you went to the vending machine. Everyone wondered what had happened to the usually smiling and friendly Agent Mobius. Being the great detective that I am, it wasn't hard to find the cause. I took a little trip to the Pepsico factory in the late 90's. I brought you back some cans.
Mobius didn't wait for Loki to finish before he took a big gulp of the drink in question and let out a huge sigh of satisfaction.
Then he took Loki's hand, kissed it gently, and said, "Thank you, my love, you are truly a god, no doubt about it.
Loki chuckled and simply replied, "Anything for my prince. "Then his smile turned mischievous as he continued, "And when my prince is in a good mood, I get to be the first to benefit, right?"
Mobius exclaimed, "Loki!"
Loki shrugged and replied, "After all, Josta's motto is 'Better do the good stuff now.'"
The God of Mischief didn't wait for his lover's answer, and quickly pressed his lips to him, wiping out his indignant expression in the way he knew best.