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Loki had lost sight of Mobius at some point during the evening. The TVA staff were celebrating Casey’s promotion to Assistant in Repairs and Advancements. He spent so much time down there and had so much knowledge that it only made sense for him to officially change his role.
They could do that now. They decided for themselves what they wanted to do.
So, they celebrated. Mobius told B-15 about the collection of alcohol that Ravonna kept in her office. Apparently, she stole some from every mission that she went on. For someone who was so obsessed with the rules, Ravonna sure did seem to break them when it benefited her.
However, she and those rules were long gone, and they were able to work and live freely.
B-15 and Mobius had used a trolley to cart all of the alcohol into the cafeteria. O.B. found an old MP3 player in one of his many "junk drawers" that he hooked up to some speakers, and they dimmed the lights to make the atmosphere feel like nighttime.
It didn’t take long for everyone in their area to show up. Once they heard that there’d be alcohol, they finished their work quickly, excited to try all of the drinks that Ravonna had hidden away.
Loki loved a good party as much as the next person, but he was well aware that the TVA workers were all humans—humans who hadn't had the opportunity to build up a tolerance to alcohol.
He stood in the corner of the room, nursing his sixth glass of wine. Midgardian drinks were weak in comparison to those elsewhere in the universe, and he barely felt a buzz.
His eyes scanned the room, hoping to spot Mobius so they could go back to their apartment. Agents and hunters mingled loudly, laughing amongst themselves. Loki smiled at the jovial atmosphere; he'd never seen everyone so relaxed.
“Hey there.” A voice shook him out of his daze, and he looked to his side to see a wobbly Mobius making his way over to him.
“Do you always haunt the corners of parties?” He laughed, stumbling into a nearby table. “So, uh, can I get you a drink?”
Loki raised his eyebrows at Mobius and lifted his glass of wine in answer.
“Right. Right…” Mobius said, blushing slightly.
What was going on with him?
“I, um,” he began, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. “I was wondering if you were single?”
Loki’s jaw dropped, and he stared at his partner in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious. Right? Surely the alcohol couldn’t make him forget their relationship? Could it?
“I'm taken, actually...”
Mobius scowled and huffed slightly, and he shifted his weight from one foot to another.
“Who’s the lucky person, then?” he asked petulantly. He took a swig of the drink in his hand and swirled the ice around, avoiding eye contact with Loki, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout.
Mobius was sulking . Loki laughed. He was being absolutely ridiculous, and he would never let Mobius live it down.
He flashed his most charming smile and stepped closer into Mobius’ personal space. Mobius’ eyes met his, and they widened considerably, obviously taken aback at the closeness.
“You are,” Loki purred, leaning close to his ear.
Mobius spluttered, nearly spilling his drink. “I am?! How’d I manage that?” The shock made him sway to the side suddenly, and Loki grabbed him by the waist to steady him.
“Wow,” Mobius said, looking up at Loki starry-eyed. “I scored big time. The most gorgeous person in the room? And you’re my partner?"
He laughed loudly, and his drink sloshed in his glass as he threw his head back. “Oh, Triple M, you’ve done it again!”
Triple M? Oh, Loki was definitely not letting him forget about this.
Loki placed his drink on the table closest to him and came back to pluck Mobius’ glass from his hands. Mobius protested with a little “hey!” and reached out for the drink dramatically, as if Loki had taken something precious from him.
“I think it’s time I took you home, don’t you?”
Mobius blushed again, red spreading from his cheeks all the way down his neck. Loki smirked.
“Well, that’s very- yes!” Mobius cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s very forward of you.”
Loki returned his arm to Mobius’ waist and steered him out of the room, making his way as quickly as he could to the closest elevator to the living quarters.
“We live together, Mobius.”
“We do?!” Mobius smiled, slumping into Loki’s side as they waited for the elevator doors to open. “That’s great!” He closed his eyes and leaned further into Loki. “Fantastic,” he said under his breath.
The ding of the elevator made Mobius jump, and Loki laughed quietly to himself.
He propped Mobius up against the elevator wall and pressed the button for their floor.
No sooner had the doors closed, he felt himself being shoved up against the wall. His back pressed hard against the railing, and he arched his back slightly to accommodate it, in the process pushing his body closer to Mobius’.
He looked down to see a very flushed Mobius. His pupils had dilated, and they flicked down to Loki’s lips before looking back up to make eye contact with him.
Mobius slowly removed his hands from Loki’s shoulders and placed them on either side of Loki’s head, caging him against the wall.
Loki’s heart quickened in his chest as Mobius inched closer, nuzzling at the underside of his jaw. His breath hitched at the contact, and Mobius hummed before pressing his lips against Loki’s.
It started out gentle; Loki could tell Mobius was being cautious. Perhaps he still didn’t believe that they were together. The thought made him smile against Mobius’ lips.
The act made Mobius moan, deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue. It was messy; Mobius lacked any control in his inebriated state, and he tasted like alcohol. Their teeth clacked together, and Loki winced slightly. He placed his hands on either side of Mobius’ face in order to steady him, but that just made him moan louder, and he pushed his body impossibly closer.
A ding and a slide of the elevator doors startled the both of them, and Mobius jumped back, wiping his lips on his shirt sleeve.
A blonde analyst stood frozen at the threshold, mouth agape, very obviously scandalised at the sight she’d walked in on.
“Oh, I do apologise, Miss.” Loki flushed. “We’ll be on our way now!”
Loki quickly glanced to see what floor they were on and grabbed Mobius’ hand to drag them out into the hallway.
Mobius giggled to himself, swaying on his feet as he trailed behind Loki.
“Is this something we do a lot?” He asked, slurring his words slightly before adding, “Mischief?”
Loki laughed as he unlocked their door.
“Oh, you have no idea.”