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“Did you remember to lock the back door?” Mobius asked.
Loki pops his head around the door of their en suite with his toothbrush in his mouth. “Of course I did,” he said through the foam of toothpaste. He flashed a smile at Mobius and returned to the sink.
Mobius waited. Any second now...
The sound of Loki brushing his teeth slowed, then stopped altogether. Mobius laughed quietly to himself as he heard Loki turn off the water. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to second-guess himself.
Ever since Loki forgot to lock the door last summer, they went through this at least once a month. Mobius would always ask, and Loki would always assure him that he did, in fact, lock the back door, and then he’d have to go check himself, not believing anything he just said. It was like clockwork.
After rinsing his mouth, Loki reappeared at the doorway and gave Mobius a sheepish look. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to double-check,” he said, ducking out into the hallway and down the stairs before Mobius had a chance to say anything.
Mobius smiled fondly at the space where Loki had stood, took his glasses off, and shut the book he was reading. He folded them neatly into his glasses case and placed them both on his bedside table.
The sound of Loki testing the door handle could be heard clearly in the quiet of the night as Mobius adjusted the pillow behind his head and snuggled further into the bed.
“It’s locked!” Loki called as he made his way back up the stairs, “You should have more faith in me, Mobius.” He leant against the doorframe and smirked.
“I have plenty of faith in you, honey.” He said, pulling back the covers and patting the mattress next to him. “Now are you coming to bed, or what?”
Loki kicked off his slippers and climbed into the bed, pulling the covers tight over both of them as he fell into Mobius’ arms.
Mobius pulled Loki close so that he was lying snugly on top of his body. Loki’s weight on him was comforting; it reminded him that he was real. Before Yggdrasil became self-sustaining, Loki had spent a lot of time going back and forth between the TVA and the End of Time. Most of which he spent casting an illusion of himself to Mobius so that he wouldn’t have to be alone again.
That period of their relationship was hard on them both. They had come to seek comfort in each other’s touch long before they deepened their relationship. Loki’s hand would ghost across Mobius', unable to touch him from where he sat alone, and Mobius’ hand would fall through Loki’s shoulder or waist when he forgot that Loki wasn’t really there.
But now they could touch whenever they wanted. Loki was real, and he had been for quite a while.
Loki looked down at Mobius from his position on top of him. His hair was longer now, and a few strands fell gracefully across his face, blocking Mobius’ view of his beautiful eyes. He reached out to touch the soft hair, stroking it off his face and tucking it behind his ear. He kept his hand gently against Loki’s cheek, revelling in the warmth of his face against his palm.
“Hey there, beautiful.” He whispered, bumping his nose against Loki’s playfully.
Loki smiled softly and nuzzled his face into Mobius’, placing a feather-light kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Hey, yourself.”
“Good job with those weeds today,” he said, moving his hand to stroke through the hair at Loki’s ear. “I can't handle all that kneeling anymore.”
Loki smirked. “It didn’t seem that way when you–”
“Don’t start.”
“But you–”
“Shut up and come here,” Mobius said, pulling Loki’s face to his and sealing his lips with a slow kiss.
Loki hummed and shifted to try and straddle Mobius, but Mobius gripped his waist tighter, keeping their bodies close together.
Mobius broke their kiss as Loki whined in protest. “Slow down, sweetheart,” he soothed. “I’m tired and just want you close for now.”
Loki nodded and cupped Mobius’ face in his hands. He stared into Loki’s eyes; they were still bright despite the low light in their bedroom. Loki’s lips curled in a delicate smile, and his eyes crinkled at the edges, glistening and full to the brim with adoration, and he knew the same loving look was reflected on his own face. After all this time, he still couldn’t get over the way Loki looked at him as if he hung the stars in the sky.
They both moved at the same time, closing the gap between them with a deep kiss.
They're experts at this now. They knew how to fit together perfectly and how to tease just enough to keep the kiss deep but not heated. Even in Mobius’ sleepy state, he was still alert to every move and breath that Loki took.
Mobius trailed his hands down Loki’s back as he kissed him, his fingertips dancing over all the places that made Loki shiver. Loki was an impulsive and thoughtful lover, one who always wanted to put Mobius first, always trying to push him to the edge in new and exciting ways. While Mobius was slow and steady, taking the time to understand what it was exactly that Loki needed and supporting him through the highs.
Loki opened his mouth slightly to let out a soft sigh, and his body relaxed further into Mobius’. It was the perfect opportunity for Mobius to deepen the kiss, so he licked into Loki’s mouth tenderly, drawing heavier sighs from Loki. He knew he shouldn’t tease him too much, but it was easy to wind him up, and it thrilled him to know that he was so sensitive to his touch.
When Loki’s chest began to heave against his, Mobius knew he had to calm him down before it became too much for him to handle.
“Loki,” he said between kisses.
“Yes, darling?” Loki replied after pulling himself away. He stared at Mobius’ lips, only half paying attention.
“Time to sleep, Loki.” He gave Loki a small nudge, and he begrudgingly moved himself off Mobius' body and flopped on the pillow beside him.
“You tease,” Loki huffed, his dark curls sprawled against the white pillowcase. “I’m never kissing you again.” He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head away from Mobius.
“So, you don’t want a goodnight kiss then?” Mobius smirked.
He waited. Any second now... and...
Loki turned over to face Mobius abruptly, a scowl plastered to his face.
“You’re insufferable you know that, right?” Loki said, giving him a short yet aggressive kiss.
“I learnt from the best, sweetheart.”
Mobius winked and pulled him into his arms again.