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Three days.
That was how long it had been since Loki had seen Mobius.
He had gone to Asgard for a council that would require his presence, and while he was happy to be considered a prince whose opinion mattered, that did not stop him from preferring to be at the TVA, in the world that had become familiar to him.
The world that had become his home.
Home to which he was now returning.
Where Mobius was waiting for him.
At least he hoped so.
Because you never knew.
Because nothing could ever be taken for granted.
Because they had lost each other more than once at the beginning of their relationship.
Three days away from Mobius and his heart was pounding when he opened the door to their apartment.
His heart leaping now because suddenly Mobius was there in front of him.
There was a moment of silence.
They both stood motionless.
Almost holding their breath.
The same smile on their faces.
The same joy in their eyes.
And with that moment, the memory of another reunion came back to Loki.
He saw the strange car in the distance and started running under the stunned looks of the older and younger Loki. He reached the car just as it came to a stop, and was surprised to see Sylvie get out of the car.
"You're alive," she said as he stepped in front of her.
Loki, happy to see her again, asked hastily, "What happened? Are you okay?"
When suddenly his eyes were drawn to the left and he saw Mobius appear. And for a fleeting moment, everything stopped. There was only Mobius. And him.
If Loki had been happy to see Sylvie again, it was nothing compared to the elation he felt when he saw Mobius.
So much so that the only thing he could do was to exclaim, "Mobius!"
And in the euphoria of the moment, he was about to run towards him when reality took over and stopped him abruptly.
It had not been the right time.
There had been too many uncertainties. Too many things unsaid.
But fortunately that was no longer the case today.
There was nothing stopping Loki from enjoying the joy of returning to Mobius.
He no longer had to control his emotions or the reactions of his body.
"Mobius!" he exclaimed, just as he had on that day.
But this time he didn't stop there, he didn't wait to cross the distance between them in two steps before he cupped Mobius' face in his hands and pressed his lips to his lover's in a passionate kiss.
Mobius, in the same state of mind, did not remain passive. With the same fierceness, he brought one hand to the back of Loki's head, burying his fingers in Loki's hair to hold him in place, while his other hand clung to the god's waist, pulling him even closer. His move deepened the kiss with such desperate need that one would have thought it had been well over three days since they had last seen each other.
The kiss went on and on until they were out of breath. And when they parted, they stood forehead to forehead, panting, but radiant. So radiant.
Overjoyed to be together again.
For all time. Always.