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Loki was such a fucking hanker sore. It made Mobius so, so upset whenever he remembered that he was not the only one to think so. Others appreciated Loki’s beauty; he wasn’t special. Everyone thought that Loki was at least a little appealing, even if it was only an attraction from an aesthetic standpoint. Mobius was just another person that wished to be his.
It was so frustrating. Loki didn’t like him like that, in fact, he did not seem to like any mortals like that. It was unfortunate that he was so damn good at making Mobius feel wanted, like he belonged to him.
Sylvie caught on eventually, she managed to get him to confess about Loki. Which was even more frustration added to his head because Sylvie was the one person in his social circle that had kissed Loki before. She knew what it was like, and she took it for granted. Loki had laid his heart out for her, and she made jokes about Mobius doing the same.
The flirting was frankly just mean. Mobius was fully aware that Loki flirted with everyone, and that he was another victim to Loki's antics. Like everyone else was. That somehow made it worse. Trying to move on from his stupid, unreciprocated crush while Loki winked and joked along with him was nothing short of grueling. Loki was so demanding of attention all the time, Mobius found it difficult and tiring to go along with it at times.
Mobius was almost sorry, he never meant to look at Loki as more than just a friend, a coworker. He never intended to consider the prospect of being lovers. He felt terrible because Loki hurt him every day by just existing and being around him. Mobius had absolutely no reason and no right to feel both hatred and adoration for the God. Of course, he could never tell Loki that he was sorry, he would then have to explain that he had been silently pining for the other for over a decade. Then Loki would begin to feel sorry for him. He didn’t want that. Loki denied others any romantic entanglement before, Mobius never had the courage to add himself to the pile of rejection.
So, Mobius continued to watch Loki from afar. From the view of a friend. Wishing for ages that his feelings would magically end up being reciprocated. He kept daydreaming and thinking up new excuses to be around Loki. He kept listening to Loki’s rants, and internally saving every time Loki looked at him first. He kept notice of every shoulder pat, every high five, every time they sat together on the couch and their arms touched.
He knew for solid fact that Loki did not and would never love him. He would just have to live with that fact or put himself and his heart out in the open asking to be shot. It wasn’t his fault the first option seemed a bit comfier.