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It took years to work out how to get Loki out of his self-imposed prison at the end of time. Years of OB and Victor inventing devices to take his place, of Mobius and Sylvie searching out the components they needed.
When Mobius finally found himself supporting Loki’s weight as they stumbled out of a Timedoor onto his front lawn, after years and years of effort, it didn’t seem real somehow.
Mobius had a feeling that Loki felt the same. It was night-time, and Loki blinked and squinted in the glow from the distant streetlights. His hands were still white-knuckled and clenched in the position they’d held the timelines. And when Mobius steered him gently in the front door, Loki drifted where he was guided, dazed and confused.
Well, Mobius reflected, that’s what years alone in a dark, cold, timeless hellhole will do to you.
“Can I get you anything?” Mobius asked gently. “Coffee? Something to eat? A change of clothes?”
Loki looked confused, as though he couldn’t recall what any of those things were.
“Come on then.” Mobius guided him gently upstairs – Loki stumbling slightly as though he wasn’t quite sure how his legs worked anymore. Mobius sat Loki on the spare bed and pulled off his shoes, his cloak and his horned crown.
“I bet you haven’t slept all this time,” Mobius observed. “A good shuteye will set you up.” He was pretty sure Loki’s obvious trauma and disorientation would take more than that to resolve, but it would be a start.
Loki lay down cautiously and Mobius tucked the quilt over him, reflecting that probably Loki hadn’t lain down for years. Mobius reached to switch off the bedside lamp.
“Don’t!” Loki’s hand snapped onto his wrist in a vice-like grip. For a moment Mobius caught a glimpse of horrendous pain through the haze of Loki’s confusion. “I don’t want to be in the dark again.”
“Hey,” Mobius said gently, prising Loki’s hand off him. “You never have to be.”
Loki was looking at him like a drowning man who had sighted a life-raft.
“Anything else you need before I go?” Mobius asked. Loki’s face went white as a sheet.
“I’d rather not be alone,” he asked tentatively. It was a request that could be taken a number of ways, and Mobius chose to take it in a similar spirit to when his kids had night terrors.
“How about I read you a story?” He rooted around in the piles of stuff that were stored in the spare bedroom, eventually coming up triumphantly with a well thumbed kid’s book. “Okay, settle in, because this one’s dramatic.” Mobius settled himself with his back against the headboard so Loki could peer at the pictures. “I don’t want to ruin it for you, but they forget the sandwiches for the picnic.”
Loki snorted something that might have been half of a laugh. And Mobius felt his spirits rise. It would be okay, he thought, everything would be okay.
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The next morning Loki woke in a rush, wondering for a terrible, heart sundering second where he was, thinking the rescue by his friends had all been a dream.
But then he caught sight of the table lamp, still glowing yellow even in the morning light, and he saw the book on the bedside table, and the piles of stuff all around him that were somehow reassuring because they spoke to him of Mobius’ life on the timeline.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, Loki felt himself smiling. It slightly hurt his face, since he wasn’t used to it anymore.
When he came downstairs, Mobius was making pancakes and bickering good-naturedly with his sons.
“Hey, you want maple syrup, bacon or both?” Mobius asked, then gestured at Loki with his spatula. “This is the friend I told you about,” Mobius introduced Loki to the boys.
“Oh yeah.” One of the kids, Kevin, peered at Loki in interest over his bowl of cereal. “The psycho one.”
“I did not say that,” Mobius said sharply. “Honestly,” he said as an aside to Loki. “I said you might have PTSD.”
Loki wasn’t sure how to process this conversation. In fact, the whole room seemed simultaneously too loud and confusing, but also eerily quiet. He was used to billions of voices whispering to him constantly, and also complete aching loneliness.
Mobius seemed to sense he was struggling, and dished up a pancake in front of him with a generous dollop of syrup.
“Get your mitts into that,” he told Loki. “I’ll get these critters to school and be right back.”
Once Mobius and the boys had left, Loki stared at his pancake for some time. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt hungry, or tasted anything. So he stood up abruptly and roamed around the room, looking at the photos, the discarded detritus of toys, the jacket tossed carelessly over a chair and the half empty mugs in the kitchen sink.
He knew Mobius had taken his variant’s place on the timeline when the variant had died in a car accident, stepping into these boys’ lives with the same cheerful optimism that he did everything. Loki had seen it, while he watched in the dark at the end of time. But seeing it was different to knowing it.
Mobius had a normal life now. A mortal life. Loki didn’t belong here.
He was about to leave when Mobius’s pickup truck chugged up the drive and the man breezed in, casting Loki a smile that was like sunshine and nectar.
Well, Loki thought, maybe he could stick around for a bit.
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That first day, Loki felt too disorientated to do anything much, so he wandered around after Mobius as the man sorted out his household chores. Mobius kept up a constant friendly chatter, which Loki struggled to reciprocate. He couldn’t quite recall how to speak to another person, let alone someone like Mobius, who was like a sunbeam in human form.
Loki found that he both hated silence, and craved it. So Mobius set him up by the sound system to pick out whatever background music he wanted, and Loki lost himself for hours listening intently while Mobius folded laundry, tided stuff away, chopped up stuff for dinner.
But by the end of the day, Loki thought he was beginning to remember a little more how to live like this – as a man, not a god.
His appetite seemed to be starting to filter back, and he wolfed down the dinner Mobius had made, listening carefully to the back and forth between Mobius and his boys. He didn’t understand a lot of what they were talking about, but the subtext chimed through clearly. Mobius loved them, he would always be there for them, even though they drove him up the wall.
Loki would have been jealous, except that had always been the subtext of whatever Mobius said to him, too.
When the boys had gone to bed, Mobius handed him a beer.
“How’s it going?” Mobius asked. “First day back. Must be intense.”
Loki tried to form words to reply. It was true, it had been intense, overwhelming even. But whenever he had felt like it had been getting too much, Mobius had been there, with his kind smile, a word of encouragement, a gentle joke.
Overpowering emotion burst through Loki’s chest.
“I love you,” Loki wanted to say. “You are the only reason I haven’t spun apart. The only joy I had in that horrendous place came from watching you, from trying to feel close to you again.”
But he couldn’t say any of that, because he knew there were reasons he hadn’t shared his feelings before, when they worked together at the TVA, though he couldn’t quite recall at this moment what those reasons were.
“I’m doing okay,” Loki replied, since he realised Mobius was waiting for an answer.
That night, Mobius sat on his bed without being asked and read him another completely jeopardy free story. And though Loki didn’t quite follow what was going on, didn’t understand what the characters were doing or why, the rumble of Mobius’s voice and his calm presence were enough to send him into a deep sleep.
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Loki woke in the early hours of the morning, sick with terror. He had been back there, alone in the dark. Sweat stuck the bedsheets to him as he sat up in a rush, turning on the bedroom light because somehow the bedside lamp wasn’t enough.
He was trembling violently. He needed noise. He needed people.
He needed Mobius.
But Mobius was asleep in the master bedroom and Loki didn’t want to disturb him. The man had been so kind, so endlessly attentive and giving. Loki could give him precious little back, but he could at least let him sleep.
He made his way downstairs with a vague plan to get some warm milk or something. Wasn’t that what Midgardians did when they couldn’t sleep?
The TV was on in the living room and Mobius was curled up on the couch under a blanket. When Loki approached, Mobius started almost guiltily, but then quickly hid his initial reaction under a smile.
“Can’t sleep either huh?” Mobius asked.
Loki lowered himself onto the couch beside him. He was starting to remember how this worked – having a conversation, the give and take with all its layers and subtext.
With Mobius there was always subtext.
“Why can’t you sleep?” Loki asked softly. His voice was still raspy from lack of use.
Mobius shrugged.
“Never mind me. Did you have a nightmare?” Loki frowned, recognising the evasion, but not sure how to ask tactfully. So he just plunged in.
“Are you okay Mobius?”
Mobius sighed heavily and stared vaguely in the direction of the TV for a bit.
“I guess I’m just feeling guilty,” the man said after a while. “We should have got you out of there sooner. We should have found a way.”
“You did the best you could.” Loki knew. He had watched them all beavering away for years. Especially Mobius.
“It wasn’t good enough,” Mobius replied, almost angrily. “Look at you!”
Mobius’s anger lit a fire in Loki, because he knew Mobius was only angry because he cared. And that was all Loki wanted or needed.
“I’ll get better,” Loki said, truly believing it for the first time.
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And gradually, he did.
For the first few days he just followed Mobius around, gradually getting himself together enough to help the man with his chores.
Then, when Mobius had to go back to work, Loki sat in the parking lot in Mobius’s pickup truck, listening to the radio and watching Mobius through the window.
Things were gradually starting to make sense again. The things people talked about on the radio slowly eased into something he could fathom, the wider world swimming into focus.
One day Loki found he was bored just sitting waiting in Mobius’s car all day, so next time he brought a book. Then one day he went for a walk, and came back to find Mobius frantic with worry.
“Please Loki, don’t just wander off,” Mobius almost pleaded with him, and the care in his voice warmed up a part of Loki that had been cold ever since he’d sat on that freezing gold throne.
He was beginning to remember how he had felt about Mobius when they worked together at the TVA, and also to understand why he had never acted on that feeling.
Mobius was mortal, and relationships between gods and mortals seldom ended well – especially for the mortal.
Before he had gone to his self-imposed prison, he had sometimes suspected Mobius had feelings for him, but with the infinite timelines in his hand, he had found out for sure. Sometimes, on some branches, they stayed as firm friends. But sometimes, surprisingly often, they had become lovers. And they had been happy – blissfully happy – so happy Loki’s heart ached watching them. But then something had always happened. To Mobius. Because Loki had enemies, and he had power that sometimes did unexpected things, and life in the TVA was dangerous. For all his quiet competence, Mobius was mortal. He always died. And Loki was always left alone and heartbroken.
Loki couldn’t bear to see that again, to experience that first hand. Even now, after everything, he only brought death and destruction to those he loved. Mobius was far better off as his platonic friend.
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So Loki kept his mouth shut, and got better.
Soon he was okay with staying home by himself while Mobius went to work, though he still kept the radio on at all times. He could handle most of Mobius’s chores by now, and once he had them done he’d pull up a door to the TVA or Sylvie and go hang out for a bit.
But he always made sure he was back when Mobius returned from work. Every second he spent with Mobius was like a beacon of light and hope, and he didn’t want to miss a single moment.
“You know,” Mobius mused one day over dinner. “We should do something this weekend. Go somewhere. If you feel up to it?” The kids were away at summer camp.
Loki smiled at him. Whatever Mobius wanted was fine by him.
“What did you have in mind?”
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It was jet skiing. Of course it was. Loki hadn’t realised how much Mobius had been itching to get out, but the man’s excitement was palpable as he bounced around the house the next morning fixing a flask of coffee and making sandwiches.
Mobius drove them out to a patch of beach, chattering all the way, and Loki couldn’t help but smile at him.
He really, really loved this man. He was determined to keep him safe.
Jet skiing was easier than Loki had imagined, and in a short space of time they were happily racing each other, trading jibes, doing slaloms around pieces of floating seaweed and braking suddenly to see who could make the biggest spray.
At lunchtime Mobius spread a blanket on the beach and laid out a picnic. They both stretched out, chatting, taking in the broad sea, while the waves lapped rhythmically.
Loki couldn’t remember ever being this happy.
Mobius, too, seemed on top form, animated, bursting with life, his bronze skin practically glowing.
In another life, another timeline, Loki would have reached across and kissed him.
But he wouldn’t be that selfish.
There was a look in Mobius’s eye though that warned him he wasn’t the only one with this on his mind. As Loki had gotten better, he had noticed Mobius’s quick glances more and more, noticed how the man’s gaze would linger on him, how a smile would quirk his lips and a flush spread up his neck.
Loki knew what it meant, and knew it couldn’t go anywhere. So he tried his best not to reciprocate.
Still though, Mobius knew him, and Loki had the feeling he hadn’t entirely been effective at hiding his interest.
Mobius had that look in his eye now – a thoughtful, questioning, and slightly mischievous look.
The day was so beautiful, so perfect, Loki didn’t know that he could bring himself to ruin it by refusing him if Mobius did finally take the plunge and say something.
But then suddenly, Loki sat bolt upright. He couldn’t have explained to anyone how he knew, he just did.
“The timelines are weakening,” he gasped.
Mobius stared at him.
“What? What does that mean?”
“I have to go back.”
They looked at each other, and Mobius’s mouth pressed into a firm line.
“Alright then,” he said softly. “But you’re not going alone this time.”
“What?”
Mobius was packing up the picnic and loading the car as they spoke.
“I’m coming with you.”
“Mobius, there’s nothing there. It’s cold and dark. And I don’t know how long it’ll take to fix things. I could be years, centuries.”
“But we can come back to this exact point in time, right? So my boys wont even know I’ve gone.” Mobius steered Loki into the car and climbed up behind the wheel.
“What would you do there?” Loki asked desperately. “It’s dark. And freezing. And empty.”
“So I’ll bring a book. And a coat.”
Mobius was driving them home with a determined look, and Loki knew there was no point arguing with him when he was in this kind of mood.
“We could be there for years,” Loki pressed.
“I’ll bring a whole stack of books.”
There was no arguing with Mobius. And frankly, Loki didn’t want to. He dreaded going back to that place with a visceral horror that infused every bone. But he had to. It was his responsibility now.
Mobius parked up in the driveway and strode through the house, grabbing a thick winter jacket.
“Time doesn’t really work there,” Loki said, trailing after him. “There’s no food.”
“So I’ll bring snacks.” Mobius emptied a whole drawer of snacks into his rucksack. Then he stuffed in the half empty flask of coffee, a pair of winter gloves and a small pile of books. He hoisted the rucksack on his shoulder and spied Kevin’s Nintendo Switch on the table just as Loki pulled up a Timedoor.
“Hey Kevin,” Mobius called up the stairs. “Mind if I borrow your Switch?”
Kevin was still replying as they stepped through the Timedoor.
“I need that for-“
And then they were in darkness and abrupt, smothering silence.
“Woah,” Mobius observed, turning on his heel and taking in the tendrils of infinite timelines swirling around them. He shivered. “You’re right, it is freezing.”
Loki conjured a chair for Mobius – a nice comfy armchair like the ones Mobius had at home. Then he seated himself on his throne and concentrated.
Mobius watched in awe as the green snakes of the timelines twisted around his friend.
Sometimes – often in fact – he forgot Loki was a god. But right now it was hitting him bigtime.
And Loki looked like he had work to do.
So Mobius pulled on his winter coat and gloves – wishing he had thought to bring a hat, and he curled up in the armchair and took out Kevin’s Switch.
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Mobius wasn’t sure how long he had sat there before he looked up again. Time didn’t seem to exist here, like at the TVA. He had played through a couple of levels but Loki showed no signs of moving, so Mobius shrugged and carried on.
After a while, he finished the game.
And that made him frown. Shouldn’t that have taken him a day or two? Shouldn’t he feel hungry by now? Or sleepy?
He glanced up at Loki, but the man’s face was still set in a frown of concentration. Mobius was about to look away when Loki glanced at him, and a fleeting smile cut through the frown.
“How’s it going?” Mobius asked.
“I’m repairing them. It’ll take some time.” Loki’s frown deepened. “You look cold. You should go back.”
“I’m okay. And I’m not leaving until you do.” Mobius held his eye firmly, until eventually Loki chuckled in a kind of pained way, and conjured him a thick blanket.
“Thank you,” Loki said thickly.
They went back to their respective occupations – Loki concentrating on the timelines and Mobius on the next game.
After a while, he finished that game too.
Then he finished the next one.
He looked around at the darkness, shivering. This place was horrible, but he felt safe, because Loki was there. And anyway, this was Loki’s domain, so nothing bad was going to happen to him.
But still, the silence was awful. And the darkness. And the cold. No wonder Loki had lost it a bit after years alone out here.
Mobius munched on a snack, not because he was hungry, but because he wanted to do something normal, to connect himself back to the real world.
“You want a snack?” Mobius asked Loki, who shook his head wordlessly, a faint ghost of a smile passing over his face before his frown of concentration returned.
“I’m losing him again,” Mobius thought.
“Hey,” he said out loud, “mind if I read you a story?”
Loki blinked, confused, as he rose out of his reverie, and shook his head.
So Mobius read him every book he had brought with him. There were quite a few. Then he read them through again, only this time switching things up to make the story more interesting. He was rewarded by occasional smiles from Loki.
“You’d make a great God of Stories,” Loki observed after a while.
So of course Mobius had to read them all again after that, making the deviations from the script more and more ridiculous and grandiose.
After he’d finished the last book for a third time, he fell silent. He felt had been in this darkness forever. The past was like a dream. He was starting to lose his sense of time and place, struggling to remember details of the light, beautiful, real world.
After a while, Mobius fell into a kind of torpor, just staring at the twisting snakes of the timelines.
A long while after that, Loki roused himself with a little shake. The timelines were fixed, flushed again with his magic to strengthen and sustain them. They should manage without him for a while at least.
“Let’s go back,” Loki said out loud, his voice sounding odd to his own ears, as though he hadn’t heard it for centuries.
Then he caught sight of Mobius.
The man was just staring wide-eyed into the green-tinged darkness. Loki stood up in a rush, gathering Mobius into his arms and dragging him through a Timedoor.
“-going to Tim’s house later on!” Kevin called down the stairs.
“Great,” Loki called back up to him, since Mobius didn’t look capable of doing anything.
He hauled the man into an armchair and made him a very sweet coffee, wrapping the man’s ice cold fingers around it.
How could he have been so stupid? How could he have forgotten that Mobius was a mortal, was vulnerable, couldn’t handle being in a god’s realm for any length of time. Loki could only hope that his own selfishness hadn’t caused Mobius serious harm.
He peeled Mobius’s winter jacket off him and set up a heater next to him, piling three blankets and a hot water bottle around him.
All the while, Mobius just looked at him blankly.
“Mobius,” Loki urged gently. “Hey, Mobius. Do you know who I am?”
Mobius looked politely confused for a minute, but then a smile broke over his face.
“Sure I do.” He looked like he was trying to remember distant memories from centuries ago. How long had it seemed to him that they had been in there? Loki had no idea.
“Are you hungry?” Loki asked. “Thirsty? Can I get you anything?” Loki had a weird sense of déjà vu. This was exactly what Mobius had asked him, when he had come back. Well now, he resolved, he was going to take as good care of Mobius as Mobius had with him.
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It took Mobius a few weeks to get better, but slowly and surely, he groped his way back to reality and regained his habitual charm and sense of humour.
Loki phoned in excuses to Mobius’s work, and did his best to explain to the kids that their dad wasn’t well, which they responded to by becoming surprisingly helpful and considerate.
Unlike when Loki had returned, Mobius’s main issue didn’t seem to be being alone, instead he seemed to have developed a deep-rooted fear of the dark. The first night after they came back, the two of them slept on the couch, all the lights on, and a film on the TV providing background noise.
Compared to the first time around, Loki felt practically chipper, and he didn’t need to think hard to know why that was. He hadn’t been alone. Every time he had begun to feel wretched he had looked up and Mobius had been there, stubbornly watching over him.
All Loki could do was kick himself that he hadn’t given Mobius the same consideration in return.
After a while, they got back to a normal routine. With one notable difference. Perhaps because they had spent so long with each other at the end of time, both of them now found it extremely difficult to spend a long while apart. Loki could just about manage when Mobius was at work, because he could distract himself with chores and hop across to the TVA to see the others. But nights were impossible. The darkness and the silence still awoke in both of them a deep, visceral fear.
So when Mobius asked him quietly if he would start sharing his bed, Loki just slid wordlessly under the quilt.
He knew nothing would happen. He’d been careful to give Mobius no hint of his feelings. But still, he couldn’t help but notice the hitch in Mobius’s breath when he accidentally brushed against him.
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And so things went on. Days and weeks and months of Mobius’s gentle chuckles, squabbles with the boys, endless chores and occasional bursts of glorious freedom on the jet skis. And then, afterwards, long nights of chatting until they fell asleep, comforting one another when their nightmares woke them, and trying to hide the flushes of arousal that came when they touched.
It was a good life. A better life than Loki could ever have imagined.
Until it happened again. Loki was dozing, idly listening to Mobius’s soft, peaceful snores, when he felt the timelines begin to fracture.
He snapped fully awake in an instant. And beside him, Mobius did the same.
“Sorry I woke you,” Loki muttered, climbing out of bed while trying to work out how he could sneak away without Mobius noticing. There was no way he wanted Mobius coming with him this time.
“You didn’t wake me,” Mobius replied, frowning. “Something feels off.” Loki was just preparing a flippant joke when Mobius set an angry glare on him.
“You’re going back again, aren’t you?”
Loki saw that denying this was pointless, and prepared himself for the inevitable argument.
“You can’t come with me. Look what happened last time.”
“I got over it,” Mobius insisted.
“Mobius, you’re a mortal!” Loki replied angrily. “I know you want to help, but my realm is too much for you.”
“I’ll take more blankets this time.”
“That wont make any difference!” Loki argued, the pitch of his voice rising as he started to feel desperate. “You’ll end up getting hurt. Just like always.”
“Always?” Mobius frowned.
“Whenever you get too close to me,” Loki explained wretchedly. “I saw it happen, again and again.”
He could practically see the wheels turning in Mobius’s head, and then a slight “oh” formed on his lips, as though Mobius had just puzzled out something that had been troubling him.
“So that’s why,” Mobius mused, almost to himself.
Loki had a feeling he had given away a bit more than he had intended. But they didn’t have time to dig into this right now.
“I need to go,” Loki said, summoning his black and green outfit.
“No question.” Mobius had climbed out of bed now too. “But let’s negotiate.”
“Negotiate?”
“The aim is for both of us to come out of there sane, right?”
“Right,” Loki replied uncertainly.
“So how about if I come along for half the time. As soon as I start feeling loopy, I’ll step out, I promise. And hopefully the time I’m in there will be enough to keep you from going loopy.”
Loki sighed. Once again, he was going to give Mobius his way. He couldn’t bear to say no to him.
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This time, Mobius came armed with a pile of blankets, a bunch of new games and two steaming flasks of hot chocolate.
“You know you don’t need to eat or drink here, right?” Loki asked dryly, settling on his throne.
“Yeah, but it’s tasty.” Mobius curled up with his first game. “How are the timelines looking?”
“They need a bit of work.”
“Yeah.” Mobius frowned. “Somehow I know that. That’s weird.”
But Loki had sunk into his concentrated reverie, so Mobius shrugged and started on a new game.
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The passage of time didn’t really have any meaning in Loki’s new realm, but somehow it felt like they stayed longer this time.
Every once in a while Loki would look up and fix Mobius with a searching look.
“Alright?” he would ask, and Mobius would give him a thumbs up.
“Kevin’s going to be pig jealous of my high score,” he would chuckle. Or “Fancy a biscuit?”. Or “Hey listen to this...”
Maybe it was Loki’s imagination but Mobius seemed paler, although that might just have been the odd greenish light in here.
Finally, after what could have been hours or centuries, Loki rose and stretched.
“Done already?” Mobius asked. “Just let me finish this level.”
“How many times have you finished that game while we’ve been here?” Loki asked curiously.
“Oh, about a dozen I guess.” Mobius shrugged. “Ah nuts. I died.” He threw the console into his rucksack, stood up and stretched.
There was something different about him, but Loki couldn’t quite put his finger on what.
They stepped back into Mobius’s house, and Mobius grinned.
“Well, that seemed to go okay,” he observed.
Suddenly Loki realised what it was that he was sensing about Mobius, and his heart dropped into his boots.
“No!” he groaned. “No no no.”
“What?”
“All that time in my realm, surrounded by my magic. I think you’ve absorbed some of it. You’ve become less… human.”
Mobius looked down at himself, prodding his own stomach.
“Really? I feel the same.”
Loki picked up an object at random, which turned out to be a discarded trainer, and threw it at Mobius’s head.
Instinctively, Mobius ducked and flung out a hand. A spark of green cracked from his palm, blasting the shoe back into the wall.
Mobius stared at his own hand in shock.
“Woah,” he said slowly. Then he looked up at Loki and there was a spark of mischief glinting in his eye. “Well, you know what this means?”
“That I’m an idiot!” Loki said wretchedly. “I should never have let you come with me.”
“No, I mean that I’m a kind of god hybrid!” Mobius laughed. “Hey, maybe I can be the new god of mischief, I hear there’s an opening.”
He was chuckling, and Loki had no idea how he could take this so calmly.
“I’ve no idea how it’ll affect you!” Loki worried. “What if your body or your mind can’t handle it?”
“Ach it’ll be fine,” Mobius said with a shrug. “Anyway, you know what else this means?” And there was a different glint in his eye now, one which made Loki’s heart pound powerfully. “If I’m not human, I guess you don’t need to worry about me anymore.”
Loki stared at him. Mobius was drawing closer, looking him in the eye, giving him plenty of time to pull away if he wanted – but Loki couldn’t bear to. He knew he should. He knew this wasn’t wise. But all he could do was close his eyes as Mobius’s sweet, gorgeous lips pressed against his.
Oh he had starved for those lips.
When they finally broke apart, Mobius was grinning at him.
“Hey, fellow god,” Mobius said cheekily.
“You know, God of mischief suits you.” Loki’s face was almost painful, he was smiling so hard.