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“That’s a nice guitar you’ve got there, Mobius.”
“Ah, yeah,” Mobius leaned down, inspecting his fridge to see what leftovers he had from the automat, if any. The two had just gotten back from a long, tiring, and in his opinion, confusing mission of trying to stop a variant from stealing the Declaration of Independence.
They stopped at Mobius’ small flat to grab some food before heading back down to the archives. “It was one of the items we confiscated during a variant mission a long time ago. It’s a shame I don’t know how to play, but maybe one day I’ll shred on my jet ski.”
He heard a soft laugh following his joke. ‘It looks like key lime pie for dinner it is, unless Loki wanted whatever was in this foggy container…’
“Hey Lokes—”
“When I was a young boy, my mama said to me.” Mobius’ head quickly rose, curious as to when he turned on his radio. Wait, he didn’t have a radio.
“There’s only one man in the world for you and he probably lives in Tahiti.”
‘Was that Loki? It couldn’t be, right?’ He knew Loki, studied the God for centuries, he would know if Loki knew how to play the guitar. He slowly and quietly peeked around the corner leading to the living room.
“I’d go the whole wide world, I’d go the wide world just to find him.”
Mobius’ mouth went wide with realization. ‘Gods, his voice is beautiful.’ The way Loki’s fingers softly strummed the instrument, gently and teasingly. ’I’ve never been jealous of a guitar, but I guess now’s a good time to start.’
Loki stopped suddenly, feeling a pair of eyes watching him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to touch your things.” He started getting up to put the guitar back in its spot on the other side of the room until Mobius reached out his arm in a wait motion.
“No, no, you’re good. I just had no idea you knew how to play.”
Loki gave a brief grin. “It’s very similar to one of our Asgardian instruments. I just had to adjust my finger placement a bit.” Loki looked down and studied the small imperfections on the front of the instrument with his thumb.
When he looked back up, he saw an awestruck Mobius staring at him. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Where did you hear that song? Did you write it?” Mobius sat across from him, on the edge of his coffee table. How Mobius longed to touch him, to hear him sing again.
“I was taking a stroll in Edinburgh one day, waiting for Thor to finish his half of a bet involving cream cheese and a library,” Mobius scrunched his face. ‘Side note, ask about that later.’ “… when I heard that Midgardian tune over their one-way communication devices.”
Mobius smiled and shook his head. “You’re just a bag full of surprises lately, aren’t you?”
He got up and moved to the couch, sitting to Loki’s left. He just barely caught a glimpse of the God of Mischief blushing during his transition. “Do you mind playing some more? I’d love to hear it.”
“I don’t know, we should really get to dinner. We still have a lot to do tonight.”
“Nonsense, we got time. Those files aren’t going anywhere.”
Loki glanced down and nodded. He placed his right hand over the strings and started strumming again.
"Or maybe he’s in the Bahamas, where the Caribbean Sea is blue. Weeping in the tropical moonlit night because nobody’s told him about you.”
Listening to Loki, Mobius couldn’t help but reflect on the last few weeks. They’ve gone through so many ups and downs together, trusting each other when no one else could be. The man, or God he should say, is extraordinary. He is so much more than what everyone believes of him. There were moments, like this one, where Mobius wondered if they were something more. He hasn’t felt this way since… well, since he can even remember.
Mobius really took in the God while he was playing. From his messy black locks to the tempting movement of his Adam’s apple while he sang. His eyes traveled down to the casual looseness of his tie and back up to his perfectly curved, soft-looking lips. He would gladly file paperwork for the next millennia if it meant getting one kiss from them.
“I’d go the whole world, I’d go the whole wide world just to find him.” Loki played, still only looking at the guitar. Slowly, though, Mobius started leaning towards him, fixated. “I’d go the whole wide world, I’d go the who—”
Loki was abruptly stopped by Mobius, who pulled the guitar away from him and onto the ground, quickly forgotten. He placed his right hand on Loki’s cheek and pulled him towards the grey-haired man, until their lips met in a hurried state.
Loki was in shock, one minute trying to remember the next verse and then the next being kissed by arguably his only best friend. He didn’t mind of course, having had a crush on the analyst for a while now. He just didn’t know if Mobius felt the same way.
It only took him a few seconds to respond to his movements, running his rough hands through Mobius’ hair. It was softer than he imagined, and the small moans that accompanied his actions were heavenly. He could kiss this man forever.
Loki turned slightly to the right, allowing Mobius to start leaning them back so he was straddling the God. They kissed for a little longer until Mobius backed off for a second to work his way down Loki’s neck.
“Guess those files will need to wait a day or two.” Loki chuckled, trying to help Mobius by starting to undo his tie. Mobius raised his head and glanced at Loki. He was in disbelief at how lucky he was. Below him was a blushing, hair all over the place, very thoroughly kissed God that he intended to worship all night long.
“What files?”