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It had been a year since that summer when Mobius's life changed in ways he couldn't have ever imagined. A year of growth, both in himself and in his surroundings. He still dealt with anxiety from time to time. It was like an old, stubborn companion genetically passed down from his mother—but he had learned how to manage it. Mobius no longer feared the overwhelming moments, knowing fully that they would come no matter what. It wasn't something he could fully escape, but it was something he could live with, making it a part of him he had finally accepted.

These days, Mobius looked good and felt great (most of the time). His health had improved, and he maintained a fairly comfortable weight now that he had been eating regularly for a year. He was more social, went out more often, and spent lots of time with his family. But most of all, every night he got to share a bed with the most amazing, adorably bossy, beautiful, and intelligent man he had ever known. Loki had officially moved in (for real this time) and Mobius couldn't be happier.

With Loki moving in, so much had changed in the household. The extra income meant they could split the bills, making things easier all around. Sometimes Mobius would surprise Loki with a bouquet of flowers, and other times, Loki would surprise Mobius with a more lavish surprise gift—like an expensive watch or diamond earrings. All the changes had been more than welcome, and life felt a little more luxurious.

Even the decorations inside the house have evolved to fit both of their aesthetics. For every seashell decoration, nautical throw pillow, and corny 'Live, Laugh, Lake Life' sign that filled the house, there were now daggers (which Loki assured were purely decorative), gothic shrines to his namesake, and runic wall art. Somehow, it all worked together. It made their home feel complete. Well... except for one thing.

Mobius never imagined he'd have a snake in his house. Yet, here they were. Loki's beloved bookshop pet, Jörmungandr the black corn snake, still resided at the store, but Loki had recently convinced Mobius to let Sean have a snake of his own. And that's how they ended up with Baby, a small green snake that, while "adorable" in Loki's eyes, still sent a shiver down Mobius's spine.

Even now, as Mobius stood in front of the small enclosure, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Baby, with his little green scales and innocent-looking eyes, was cute in theory, but Mobius just wasn't there yet. He had to admit, though, that it was good for the boys to have some responsibilities to take care of—especially for Sean, who was getting older. He was going into the seventh grade soon, nearly a teenager. It was wild to think about how fast time was flying by.

Having an almost-teenager in the house was becoming a whole new challenge for Mobius. Every day, there was something different with Sean, and Mobius had no idea what to expect anymore. Sean was a full-fledged middle schooler now, and naturally, he was starting to find his own style, trying to fit in with the kids at school, and keeping up with new trends. Mobius could handle all of that just fine, but what really threw him was the mouth on that boy these days. That backtalk was becoming an art form, and Mobius knew for a fact that Loki, the undisputed king of sarcasm and wit, was no help in curbing it.

Still staring at the snake in its little enclosure, Mobius sighed. He heard Sean coming down the hall and half-expected to get chewed out for being in his room again. As soon as he saw his son at the door, Mobius made to leave, but Sean stopped him with a request.

"Dad?"

Mobius turned, a little wary. "Yeah, bud?"

Sean hesitated for just a moment, looking serious. "When I get my haircut tomorrow, I wanna get a mullet."

Mobius blinked. "Wait, what? Where'd that come from?"

"It didn't come from anywhere," Sean shrugged. "I just want a cool haircut."

"Buddy, I don't know if that's a good idea…" Mobius scratched his head, feeling a little out of his depth. "Mullets haven't been cool since I was like, a teenager. And that was… well, a long time ago."

Sean huffed and crossed his arms. "No, they're totally cool now. And besides, why can't I get an old hairstyle? You get to have the same bad haircut you had back in the '90s!"

Mobius froze, completely taken aback by the sharpness of the remark. He blinked, trying not to feel too offended, and sighed. "Touché…"

This was exactly why the teenage years scared the hell out of him—if this was just a preview, what kind of attitude did he have to look forward to? Before he could even process that, Sean jumped right back in.

"So can I? Please?"

Mobius sighed again, but he knew he couldn't fight it. "I… guess."

Sean whooped in excitement and bolted down the hallway. "Loki! He said yes!"

Mobius followed, frowning. "Wait—what does Loki have to do with this?"

When he found Loki in the living room, he crossed his arms, a brow raised in suspicion. "You're encouraging this? I'd think, out of anyone, you'd find a haircut like that 'completely appalling.'"

Loki chuckled, looking far too pleased with himself. "Sean showed me some pictures of modern mullets, and they're not half bad. Besides, it's good to encourage self-expression at this age, don't you think?"

Mobius couldn't argue with that. Loki was right—Sean was at an age where exploring his style and figuring himself out was important. Mobius softened, nodding. "Yeah… you're right. It's good for him."

But as much as he tried to be supportive, a small part of him couldn't help but cringe. Why did Sean have to pick such a bold haircut now, a week before they were supposed to visit his father and stepmother? The thought made him grimace. Then again, Mobius's father, the die-hard hippie he was, would probably love it. Hell, he'd probably even think a mullet was the coolest thing ever, knowing what he looked like back in the 80s. What was the point of fighting it, really?

No harm done, Mobius thought to himself. He just hoped Sean wouldn't get bullied for it once school started up again. They definitely couldn't afford another incident where Loki had to cuss out somebody's parents.

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The week before their flight was a blur of packing and going over important details. Mobius couldn't help but stress about everything-- what to bring, where to pack it all, and making sure the boys were ready for their first big trip in a while. Everyone was excited, though. The boys loved visiting their grandparents, and it had been way too long since they'd seen them. Mobius found himself missing his dad and Aayla more than he realized, and he was excited to introduce them to Loki.

He hadn't brought anyone home since Melissa, and that… had not gone well. Melissa had left such a bad impression that Mobius's dad had predicted the divorce almost down to the day, and the memory of that still stung. But this time would be different, he told himself. It had to be.

Still, the anxiety simmered, and every day that week, he found himself tossing random warnings at Loki.

"There's gators down there, y'know," Mobius said the night before they were supposed to leave as he was packing the last of their bags.

Loki smiled patiently, putting an arm around him. "I know, darling. Florida is known for its abundant swamplands."

Mobius gave him a sidelong glance. "I'm serious, Loki. You've gotta be careful. Gators… and snakes and snapping turtles and... more snakes. Way bigger ones than that little thing Sean's obsessed with and a whole lot scarier than Jörmungandr."

"I promise, I'll be careful. You know how I feel about reptiles." Loki reassured him, speaking softly. "Mobius, you really don't need to worry. I'll admit, I'm a bit nervous about visiting your parents, but not because of the wildlife. I just… want to make a good impression."

Mobius paused, caught off guard. "Why would you worry about that? They're gonna love you. You're amazing."

"Well, I know that," Loki said with his usual confidence. "I'm quite charismatic if you haven't noticed. But it's more about getting introduced to my new family. I don't want to make any mistakes."

Mobius softened, folding the last of the clothes and setting them aside. "What kind of mistakes could you possibly make?"

Loki hesitated before starting to list the things he had been rehearsing. "I'm still trying to make sure I have the pieces together, but—well, Aayla. You see her as a loving mother figure, someone you've accepted since you met her when you were a young adult. She's from Jamaica, if I remember correctly... And your father, very much a Texan—you've told me so many stories about him—his name's Charles, or Chuck for short, right?"

"Right," Mobius nodded. "Chuck O'Connor."

Loki's brow furrowed. "O'Connor? So… you're Celtic?"

Mobius shrugged. "Yeah. Irish and Scottish. Why?"

Loki blinked in surprise. "I thought you were German—you've never said anything about being Celtic. If I'd known I would've picked a more appropriate host gift. Damn... I know I have a lovely Celtic knot door ornament at the shop. Do you think it's too late to go and fetch it?"

"I really don't think my dad will mind, sugar. He's gonna love the gift you picked out no matter what." Mobius tried to calm his nerves but he couldn't really let that first comment go without questioning it, "Wait--hold on, why in the world would you assume I was German?"

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Darling, your name is Möbius Möbius Möbius. What else was I supposed to think?"

Mobius chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, yeah… No, there's not really any cultural significance there. That's all on my mom. She's obsessed with topology."

Loki nodded, recalling what Mobius had told him about his biological mother. Before he could say more, the boys came charging into the room. Kevin skidded to a stop beside them, grinning proudly.

"Dad, we're done packing!" Kevin announced.

Mobius blinked, snapping back to the present. "Oh, shit--shoot. I gotta check your carry-ons, make sure you didn't pack anything that'll get us surprise-searched by TSA."

He rushed off after the boys, leaving Loki to chuckle to himself. The craziness of family life was something he had surprisingly grown to love—a kind of beautiful chaos that had become essential to his happiness. As much as he teased Mobius for his over-preparation, Loki had his own reasons for being on edge about this trip. Meeting Mobius's dad and stepmother wasn't just a casual visit for him, it was so much more.

Loki reached into his pocket, fingers brushing against the small box he'd been carrying around for days now. Nestled inside was a ring he'd chosen for Mobius, carefully selected after weeks of contemplation. He was fully committed to that man, completely devoted, and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with him. But proposing wasn't as simple as Loki had imagined.

The idea of taking their relationship to the next level had Loki equally excited and terrified. He knew Mobius loved him deeply, but the thought of marriage was complicated. Mobius had already been through two failed marriages, and while Loki believed in their bond, there was a nagging worry—what if Mobius wasn't interested in trying again? What if he thought a third time was a risk not worth taking?

Loki thought that maybe he should wait for Mobius to pop the question instead, and let him decide if and when he was ready for that kind of commitment. But the day he stepped into the jewelry store, just planning to browse, something shifted. It felt real. He was sure. More than ever, Loki knew he was ready to make that lifelong commitment.

But first, he had to win over Mobius's family and try and get a feel for whether he was ready for another shot at marriage or not.

The next couple of weeks were going to be interesting, to say the least.

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The next morning, they all woke up way too early (classic Dad-move on Mobius's part). He insisted they arrive at the airport hours ahead, just in case. After a hectic couple of hours checking in, rushing through security, and triple-checking that their terminal actually existed, they finally had some time to relax. They settled in for a good ninety minutes before their flight, and, thanks to Loki's fancy business card, they had access to a swanky lounge with complimentary breakfast.

As soon as they stepped inside, Mobius could feel his anxiety start to melt away. This was his first time traveling with Loki by plane, and he could definitely get used to this kind of luxury. He had been worried the boys might stir up some trouble with all the extra time, but they were still half-asleep. They scarfed down croissants and donuts like they hadn't eaten in days, then promptly dozed off on the cozy sofas, leaving Mobius and Loki to enjoy a quiet moment.

When it was finally time to board the plane, Mobius was absolutely impressed. Loki got them first-class tickets. First-class ! He was more excited than the kids, marveling at the cushy seats and personal space. Everything about the flight was top-notch. As soon as they reached cruising altitude, a stewardess came by with mimosas, and Mobius didn't care at all that it was only 10 a.m. He had two, then eyed a third but decided not to push it.

…But then he finished the rest of Loki's mimosa.

And then the stewardess mentioned they had spiked Arnold Palmers, and of course, Mobius had to try one of those too... and he might've been tempted by a second one after that.

Loki watched all of this go on, thoroughly enjoying how relaxed Mobius was finally becoming. By the time he'd gotten into that last cocktail, he was starting to feel the effects. His eyelids grew heavy, and before long, he was snoring softly on Loki's shoulder, completely knocked out.

For the next four hours, Mobius slept off his buzz, and Loki was left to enjoy the peace and quiet. The boys, surprisingly well-behaved for the entire flight, were glued to their DS and phones the whole time. Loki couldn't believe how easy the trip was turning out to be—clear skies and a peacefully snoozing Mobius at his side.

As their flight neared its end, Loki glanced over at Mobius, who was fast asleep, his head now leaning against the cushioned seat. Loki couldn't help but take in the sight of him. Oh, Loki could not wait to put a ring on that man's finger. Mobius had such striking, unique features—it was no wonder he'd been discovered as a model all those years ago. That strong nose and full, pouty lips reminded Loki of an ancient marble statue, perfectly sculpted. He thought, not for the first time, that Mobius could still be a model now if he wanted to.

But as the plane had finally landed, Loki knew he'd have to wake him up despite how serene the image might've been. He leaned over, gently jostling him by the shoulder. "Mobius, darling?"

Mobius groaned in response, still snoozing hard, and Loki had to smile at how adorable he was. His eyes were still closed, and in his sleepy state, he mumbled, "Huh?"

Loki chuckled softly. "The plane has landed."

Mobius rubbed his eyes and furrowed his brow. "Hm?" He blinked, slowly coming to, looking adorably disoriented.

Loki smiled warmly, "We're in Florida, my love. Remember? We're visiting your father."

"Oh… yeah…" Mobius said, finally opening his eyes to see the boys packing up their electronics in the row across from them and other passengers getting ready to deplane. He stretched in his seat, letting out a soft sigh as he came back to the present. Mobius was so useless when he first woke up, and it was honestly one of the cutest things about him these days. As far as Loki was concerned, he could take all the time he needed to reorient himself. Loki was just relieved that Mobius wasn't waking up in a full panic from stress like he used to.

Loki reached for Mobius's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Come on, let's get going."

After landing safely in Jacksonville, the overall enthusiasm skyrocketed. The boys darted around the terminal, their energy levels spiking now that they were on solid ground. Mobius tried to wrangle them, calling for them to stay close, but the bustling Florida airport had a way of amplifying their excitement.

As they headed to baggage claim, Mobius started fretting, a familiar anxious crease forming between his brows. "I feel like I forgot something at home. What did I forget? I know there's something... I can just feel it."

"Nothing, darling," Loki reassured him. "We have everything, we're okay. Worrying wouldn't do you any good, anyway. It's not like we can pop back and get it."

Loki had a point, yeah, but it didn't necessarily make all of Mobius's worries disappear. For the time being he decided to do his best and just think of what mattered in the moment.

Once outside, the humid air hit Loki like a truck. He grimaced as he felt his hair instantly start to curl in the dampness. "Ugh," he muttered, pulling it up into a bun. He hated the feeling of sticky hair against his neck. Meanwhile, Mobius practically basked in it, clearly thriving under the warm afternoon sun, looking completely at home. There's nothing like some good Florida sunshine for the soul. He already started to feel so much better.

At the rental car lot, they picked up a newer series hybrid of whatever mid-priced brand, and Mobius marveled at it a bit more than expected. He was totally impressed.

Loki, on the other hand, barely blinked. He understood Mobius's excitement—after all, he drove around in that old Jeep most of the time—but for Loki and his BMW, this was a bit of a downgrade.

"Lemmie drive it! I heard these babies pick up like a dream." Mobius said as he walked around the vehicle, admiring the attractive style. Maybe he'd have to look into getting one of his own.

Loki raised an eyebrow. "You've had more than a bit to drink today, mister 'only two mimosas.' I'll do the driving."

"Fine... that's probably best," Mobius sighed, a bit embarrassed by his lack of self-control. "But, hey, this is Jax. You gotta be careful out there."

"I'm sure I'll manage," Loki replied smoothly, sliding into the driver's seat.

Then Kevin piped up from the back, "Hey if Dad can't drive, can I?!"

"Absolutely not, young man," Loki said firmly.

"Yeah, sorry, buddy," Mobius added. "You've got at least five more years before I might consider teaching you."

"Boooo," Kevin groaned, pouting in the back seat as Loki started the car and headed toward their destination. However, his disappointment quickly disappeared as Loki took off after Mobius put the address into the GPS and suddenly they were in the middle of the most stressful hybrid merge-and-exit intersection of their lives. What a wonderful welcome, but Loki was thankfully able to get them through alive.

Once clear of the congested madness, the drive became much more enjoyable. They cruised through Jacksonville and gradually made their way toward the coast and into Ponte Vedra. Coastal architecture dotted the area—gorgeous homes in pastel colors, with palms swaying gently in the breeze. The sun sparkled off pristine white fences, and they passed a couple of lush golf courses covered in greenery. Loki hadn't known what to expect, but the area was undeniably lovely.

It was easy to see why people would choose this place for easy living. The air felt lighter here, and the houses, many of them older, had a character all their own. They passed homes with starfish and seashell motifs adorning their exteriors, making each place feel as though it were an extension of the owners rather than cookie-cutter suburban homes.

"We're getting close," Mobius said, leaning forward as the GPS directed them to a quiet, charming development. He turned it off at this point and guided Loki with directions, his heart warm with nostalgia as he remembered the area. "Turn here, and it's just down this road."

Soon enough, they pulled up in front of Mobius's parents' house, and Loki's eyebrows raised in surprise. The place was as endearing as Mobius had described— an adorable beach cottage with turquoise shutters that popped against the white siding. There was a hanging chair swaying gently on the porch, and a sea turtle painted on one of the upstairs windows catching the light. The front yard had a well-loved garden, complete with citrus trees lining the edge of the property.

There was an older pickup truck parked in the driveway, its bed filled with fishing rods, and to the side, a shed that looked like it was halfway through a DIY renovation project—planks of wood stacked haphazardly nearby, and a workbench covered in tools.

They barely had time to marvel at the charming house before the boys recognized it. "Grampa!" they yelled, already scrambling out of the car.

"Hey, wait—" Mobius tried, but it was too late. Kevin and Sean were already halfway to the door, racing to see who could get there first. The sound of the seashell-shaped knocker rang out in a series of rapid bangs.

Loki smiled as he watched them. From behind the door, he caught his first glimpse of Mobius's father—a man who looked a bit younger than he'd expected, with warm energy and a loving smile as he bent down to hug the kids. Slow aging and good looks clearly ran in the family.

Just like grandparents do, the moment the kids rushed into his arms, Chuck ushered them inside without a second thought and the door slammed shut behind them. Of course, the grandkids had priority, and everyone else had to wait their turn.

Loki looked over to Mobius, who stood there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head in good-natured resignation. "Okay... I guess we'll bring all this shit inside ourselves," he said before walking to the trunk to start unloading.

Loki gave Mobius a soft smile as they started unloading the car. "It's alright," he said, grabbing one of the bags. "Even I used to absolutely lose my mind when it was time to visit my grandmother's house." It was a rare little detail from Loki's past, and Mobius appreciated the glimpse into it.

They lugged their bags up to the front door, and instead of knocking, Mobius just opened it and called out, "Dad?"

No answer. Well, not exactly—what greeted them was a wave of joyous commotion from inside the house. Suddenly, Mobius's father rushed in from a side room, giving Kevin a piggyback ride as if he wasn't in his mid-seventies.

"Grampa!" Kevin squealed and giggled wildly.

Behind them came Aayla, arms outstretched and shouting worried warnings, her thick accent adding a melodic sound to her scolding. But Loki could hardly catch any of what she was saying as she hurried after them, her voice almost drowned out by the ruckus.

Chuck and Kevin disappeared around a corner with a burst of laughter, leaving Aayla to shake her head in exasperation. Instead of chasing after them, she turned her attention to Mobius and Loki. "Momo!" she called, her face lighting up as she rushed over and wrapped Mobius in a tight hug.

"Aayla!" Mobius grinned, dropping his bags to hug her back.

Aayla was stunning—a tall, beautiful woman with deep brown skin and bright eyes. Her dark hair was styled into mid-length twists pulled into a low ponytail, and she wore a flowy sundress in bright colors with little flower patterns all over.

"It's been so long!" she said, pulling back slightly but keeping a firm grip on Mobius. "Your father's going to give me a heart attack one of these days, I swear. What is that man doing?"

Mobius laughed. "Well, he's excited."

She glanced over to the room they'd disappeared in, sucking her teeth before her eyes landed on Loki. A broad smile spread across her face. "And this must be your new boo!" she exclaimed.

Loki greeted her politely. "Lovely to meet you, Miss Aayla." He started to say, "You have a beautiful home," but before he could finish, she pulled him into a big, affectionate hug. Loki, caught off guard, blinked in surprise but quickly softened into the embrace.

"Oh, you're so pretty!" Aayla said as she pulled back, her fingers brushing a strand of raven hair that had fallen loose from his bun.

Wanting to make a good impression, Loki flashed his most charming smile and tossed the compliment right back, "I'm so pretty? You're so pretty! You must be what's keeping Chuck so young."

Aayla, clearly flattered, laughed heartily. "Oh, you're a sweet talker?" She turned to Mobius with a wink. "I like this one way better than anyone else you've brought home. You better keep him."

Mobius laughed, glancing affectionately at Loki. "Oh, I'm planning on it!"

Eventually, Chuck slowed down, though it was obvious he still had plenty of energy left to burn. Mobius hadn't been exaggerating when he said his dad could talk—Loki realized that immediately with the way he enthusiastically rambled on about anything and everything that came to mind. It struck Loki just how much Torus resembled their father, especially with his well-kept beard and tendency to overshare. Mobius, on the other hand, must have taken more after their mother, not only in their shared anxiety but likely inheriting physical characteristics well.

Loki's stare lingered on Chuck for a moment longer, noticing how well the man had aged. He wasn't entirely gray yet, still sporting streaks of brown in his hair, and he was surprisingly fit for being a few years shy of reaching for his eighties. It made Loki wonder if Mobius's early greying wasn't genetic after all and if his younger days of chronic stress had simply driven the color from his hair instead. Either way, if this was what aging looked like for Mobius in twenty years—strong, healthy, and still full of life—then Loki had no complaints.

When Chuck finally approached Mobius for a proper greeting, he gave him such a strong bear hug that Mobius nearly toppled over. Then Chuck reached out to Loki, beckoning him, "You, get over here!"

Before Loki could even react, he was pulled into a group hug—surprisingly not awkward, given the circumstances. Chuck's warmth was infectious, and Loki quickly found himself relaxing into it.

When the hugs were all done, he took a step back, "Lemme look at you!" he said, eyes scanning his son up and down. "Hey, you look good! I like the hair." He gave Mobius's shoulder a light squeeze but paused for a moment, his expression shifting slightly with concern. "You look a little skinny, though. You alright?"

Mobius smiled, reassuring his father. "Yeah, I'm doing good. A lot better than I was a year ago, trust me."

Chuck nodded, visibly relieved. "I'm glad to hear it." He glanced over at Loki, his appreciation obvious. "Thank you for that, really. Mobi told me a lot about what's been going on and... well I'm just real glad to have you down here. And-- shit, I'm kinda late on this," Chuck belatedly stuck out his hand as he realized he'd forgotten to introduce himself. "Hi, I'm Chuck. Welcome to Florida!" He said with a big roar of laughter.

Loki smiled as he shook his hand. "Thank you. Uhm, I'm Loki and I'm rather happy to be here." He gestured to the bag he'd brought with him. "I wanted to make a good impression so I brought a few host gifts for you both."

Chuck's face lit up at the mention of gifts. "Ooh, presents!" He teased Mobius with a playful elbow. "None of your other partners were fancy enough to bring host gifts. Now that's class! I like it. All Melissa ever did was drink up our wine and complain about—"

"Dad," Mobius interrupted gently, raising a hand to stop him before things went too far.

Chuck cringed a little, clearly forgetting himself for a moment. "Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up."

Quickly trying to get the subject back on track, Loki immediately went to introduce the gifts. First, he unveiled a beautiful rune set, explaining its cultural significance and how it could be used, of which both parents were equally intrigued. Next, Loki presented a bottle of mead which Chuck's reaction was arguably more enthusiastic. Aayla, on the other hand, was especially delighted with an intricate piece of jewelry Loki had brought her, along with a book on rare botany, which sparked a lively conversation about her gardening projects. Finally, Loki pulled out the Celtic knot door ornament, a beautiful symbol of eternity and interconnectedness. Chuck was more than happy and Loki was glad he'd successfully made a good first impression.

Though, there was undoubtedly a favorite among the various presents. Chuck picked up the bottle of mead, inspecting it with excitement. "Let's crack this thing open! What time is it?" He glanced around for the wall clock before shrugging. "Who cares? It's five o'clock somewhere!"

And with that, they all headed to the kitchen, where they settled in to catch up and get to know each other better. Afterward, Chuck eagerly gave them a tour of the house. Loki was pleasantly surprised to see so many childhood photos of Mobius and Torus scattered throughout, even though this wasn't their childhood home. Chuck was a sentimental man, and his fondness for those memories was displayed proudly all over the place.

By the time they reached the room where Mobius and Loki would be staying, Loki felt like he practically knew Mobius's entire childhood. Chuck was constantly over-sharing every little detail that came to mind, no matter how intimate. He spilled so many embarrassing stories and heartfelt memories. Things like how when Mobius was in Jr high, he was kicked off the football team for being too small or that a couple years later he was cut from track and field because he was the slowest on the team. But, Chuck was quick to get a little sentimental and said that they aren't failures and he explained that his philosophy is that you can only fail at something if you never try. Sure Mobi might've lost or couldn't make the cut, but it's part of life and Chuck was sure proud of him for getting out there and trying. As sweet as that little moment might've been, it was quickly thrown aside as soon as Chuck spotted a different picture that sparked yet another awkward memory. Nothing was off limits for him.

Finally, Chuck opened the door to the beautifully decorated guest room, then casually remarked, "I cleaned out the closets finally and I found a buncha stuff from when you used to live here—I'm sure you remember." Then he addressed Loki, "But I'm not sure if know. It was right when Mobi left that Zaniac fucker. Then he was in the hospital for a bit and he stayed with Tori for a while. Then he showed up here for a visit when we first bought the place but he had no job and a little bit of depression... so he kinda just stuck around a couple years until--"

"Dad," Mobius cut in, a little exasperated by being reminded of harder times.

Chuck blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"Over-sharing," Mobius clarified with a wry smile.

"Sorry--" Chuck waved it off, then started pointing out various things Mobius had left behind more than two decades ago. "Here's some old jet ski catalogues-- these are probably vintage by now ... and a few CDs," Mobius took them off his hands. Weezer, ABBA, and Shania Twain.

"And aww, look at this!" Chuck held up a Beachlife magazine with a fresh-faced, blonde Mobius on the cover. "That's you!" Chuck grinned, proud as ever. "Look how cute you are."

Mobius, feeling a bit embarrassed, rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, that was like a lifetime ago," he muttered self-deprecatingly, "I think you mean 'were.'"

Before he could spiral further, Loki stepped in, "Darling, you know you still look just as cute." His voice softened as he reached for Mobius's hand. "Don't put yourself down. You're handsome, beautiful, and worth everything lovely in the world."

Chuck's grin widened, clearly touched. "That's real sweet, he gives you affirmations? This guy's the whole package."

Mobius laughed a little, squeezing Loki's hand. "I know... I don't know what I did to deserve this."

Sensing the romance thickening in the air, Chuck decided it was time to make himself scarce. "Well, I'll leave y'all to get settled," he said, chuckling softly. "I'm gonna help the boys get their room sorted and start dinner. I'll find you when it's time to eat."

They both thanked him and took some much-needed time to relax from their long travels.

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A couple of hours later, it was time for dinner, and the spread before them was beyond anything Loki had expected. The sheer variety of food was overwhelming in the best way possible. Chuck and Aayla's combined culinary talents had produced a meal that was nothing short of a masterpiece—comfort foods like chicken and dumplings, rice and peas, along with an endless array of sides. Some of the combinations didn't seem like they should work together, yet somehow, it all did. Loki savored each new flavor, already certain this was the best meal he'd ever eaten.

As they ate, the conversation flowed naturally. Chuck was the first to finally comment on Sean's new hairstyle, and to no one's surprise, he thought it looked "cool as hell." Then the boys excitedly talked about school and their new pet snake, which drew mixed reactions.

Aayla visibly cringed at the thought of a snake in the house. Meanwhile, Chuck, laughed heartily, saying, "Man, I bet that's awesome. You should've brought him along, too." He'd always been a total animal lover. They have at least three neighborhood cats he puts out food for regularly.

"No, no, the snake is perfectly fine at home!" Mobius interrupted. "Loki's brother, Thor, is stopping by to check on him, and I'm sure Baby is much more comfortable there."

Naturally, the conversation eventually shifted to Loki. Chuck had a thousand questions for him, especially once he learned more about Loki's bookshop and expertise in mythology. He soaked up every bit of trivia Loki shared, his fascination clear. Meanwhile, Aayla was curious about where Loki was originally from.

"I grew up in Tønsberg, Norway, originally. Also known as New-Asgard," Loki replied. "But I went to university in England."

Both of Mobius's parents were impressed, and Chuck made a joke, grinning, "Norway and England? Oh, so you ain't never had food like this, have you?"

Loki smiled, conceding to his assumption. "Most certainly not. But I think it's the best meal I've ever had. I couldn't say it's better than my own mother's home cooking, of course… but I will admit this delightful mix of southern comfort with Caribbean influences is the most flavorful meal I've ever tasted."

Chuck and Aayla were both flattered by the compliment. They respected Loki's loyalty to his mother's cooking, but they could tell the praise was genuine.

As the evening continued, Loki found himself captivated by Chuck's life story, learning just how many hats the man had worn over the years. Chuck had done it all—from being a stay-at-home father to Mobius and Torus when they were young, to working in carpentry, restaurants, and even giving an office job a go, though that had been a colossal failure. In the '90s, he even hopped on a rising trend and opened a yogurt bar, which he later sold for a small fortune, allowing him to buy this house. But Chuck's biggest success had come when he worked as a salesman at a nearby marina, where he finally found his niche. It was clear that Chuck thrived on variety and adventure, loving nothing more than being outside.

Chuck really was the embodiment of a modern-day hippie. He cared deeply about the environment, doing his part in small but meaningful ways—recycling religiously, volunteering for local conservation efforts, and even helping organize beach cleanups. It wasn't just about making a difference, it was the mindfulness behind those actions that mattered to him. He had a spiritual side too, though it was grounded in a kind of earthy wisdom.

Eventually, Chuck and Aayla shared the story of how they had first met, and Loki listened, captivated by the unexpected turn of events. Chuck had been in a tough place after his divorce, struggling with the sudden quiet of an empty house once his sons left for college. To clear his mind, he'd taken a trip to Jamaica. It was there, at a bustling market, that he first encountered Aayla. They connected instantly, sharing a brief but meaningful fling before Chuck had to return home.

Back in the States, however, Chuck found he couldn't stop thinking about her. The memory of their time together stuck with him, and before long, he booked another trip back to Jamaica, hoping to find her again. But despite his efforts, Aayla seemed to have vanished, and Chuck left disappointed, convinced their paths wouldn't cross again.

Determined to move on, Chuck took a third trip—this time to Puerto Rico intending to just enjoy himself on his own. But there, by a twist of fate, he stumbled across Aayla once more. It was the very same woman from the market, standing right before him. They had both known at that moment it was meant to be, and they rekindled their connection, starting the relationship that would later lead to their marriage.

Loki admired the serendipity of it all. Chuck's story, though filled with hardship and uncertainty, had taken a beautifully unexpected turn. He had found happiness again after a tumultuous chapter in his life, and his connection with Aayla felt nothing short of destiny.

The conversation carried on into dessert, which just so happened to be Mobius's favorite, a perfect key lime pie. As they all settled into the coziness of the evening, Loki couldn't help but feel utterly charmed by the warmth of Mobius's family, and even more grateful to be a part of it.

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The next morning after a good night's sleep, the family enjoyed a home-cooked breakfast together before setting out to explore Florida. They spent the day walking around, checking out touristy beach shops, where Loki and Mobius picked up a few unique finds like seashell art and themed shot glasses, and the boys each got their own little shark plushies.

As they wandered through the shops, Loki found himself spending more time with Aayla, getting to know her better. She was charming, warm, and as sweet as they came. Loki appreciated her laid-back attitude and open mind, which became especially clear when they passed by a rack of sundresses. Loki hesitated, eyeing one, wanting to get it as a souvenir but he was unsure if he'd be judged. Aayla noticed he was interested and nudged him gently.

"Go on, you're on vacation. Splurge a little," she said. "Get something nice for yourself, don't worry about what anyone thinks."

Encouraged, Loki ended up trying on a soft, flowy dress, and with Aayla's help, they'd picked a dark olive green one that suited him perfectly. They spent the rest of the shopping trip chatting about anything and everything—family, travel, and how much Loki had enjoyed his time so far.

But, the most unforgettable part of the week was a visit to a beach club, which Loki quickly discovered was like a country club but way cooler and (usually) less pretentious.

The boys were ecstatic, jumping in the pool and causing a ruckus, much to Mobius's nerves. He was worried they were disturbing others, but Loki leaned over and reassured him.

"Darling, we're at the family pool," he said calmly. "If anyone finds an issue with children having fun here then it's on them to get lost."

As valid as Loki's point might've been, one very rude woman in particular hadn't gotten the message and she tried to pipe up about the noise.

Loki shot her a scathing look from under the brim of his hat and, with all the sass in the world, told her, "It's awfully late in life for you to not have learned to read signs, isn't it? This is the family pool, ma'am. The eighteen-plus, stuck-up bitch pool is up on the deck."

The woman was absolutely appalled, but the remark had sent her storming off. It was quite satisfying seeing the look on her face.

Mobius couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, c'mere, you vicious little thing," he teased, "Gosh I love when you tell folks off like that." He managed to pull Loki in for a brief romantic moment before the boys called out for them to join in the water. It's the family pool for a reason. Maybe they could sneak up to the deck after Chuck and Aayla got back from their trip to the bar.

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The family spent the next few days soaking up the outdoors and doing just about everything available in the area, but it became clear pretty quickly that Loki wasn't built for tropical climates. Despite going through multiple tubes of sunscreen, he was starting to seriously suffer. One late afternoon, while Mobius was walking around with a fresh golden tan, Loki sat on the bed with envy as he suffered through an awful sunburn.

"Darling, I don't think I can go out with everyone again, tomorrow," Loki said, grimacing as he touched his arm.

Mobius came over with some aloe, gently pushing Loki's chin up to get a better look at his burnt nose and cheeks. "Aw, I feel so bad. Weren't you wearing sunscreen?"

"I was!" Loki replied, wincing. "And I barely took off my shawl, and I always wear my hat, you know that. But I don't tan at all—I just burn."

Mobius frowned, touching Loki's shoulder softly with a bit of lotion, only for Loki to wince again.

"Curse my beautifully delicate porcelain skin," Loki groaned dramatically. "Why must I always be the one to suffer?"

"I'm sorry, baby. I know life ain't fair," Mobius said sympathetically, beginning to rub aloe into Loki's skin. His touch was delicate, and the cooling lotion soon began to soothe Loki's pain. "I'll stay with you tomorrow. Don't worry about being stuck here by yourself."

"No. Leave me to my cave," Loki said with a sigh. "You go and have fun with the boys. Work on your gorgeous golden tan."

"It's okay," Mobius smiled, moving to massage the aloe deeper into Loki's back. "Maybe me and you can have a day to ourselves, yeah? I'm sure my parents won't mind taking the kids. We can relax here, safe from UV rays... I can keep giving you massages like this until you're all healed up." Right as he said it, he dug his hand into just the right spot.

Loki let out a quiet, satisfied moan as Mobius's hands worked wonders on his sore back while soothing his angry skin. "I like the sound of that," he said.

"It's a plan, then," Mobius grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of Loki's head. "And maybe we can go out to dinner later, have a little date. Walk on the beach after sunset."

Loki smiled at the thought, leaning into Mobius. "No need to convince me any further. Keep working your magic like this and I'd do just about anything with you." That included committing to spending the rest of their lives together. As much as he was leaning toward popping the question, he still couldn't seem to make a definitive decision.

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Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sticky heat subsided, Loki joined Mobius and Chuck outside, where the boys played in the street. The dangerous UV rays were disappearing, though Loki kept his wide-brimmed hat firmly on. Mobius was happy to see him back out again, relieved that Loki was out and about again.

"How's your burn? You feeling okay?" Mobius asked, giving Loki's arm a gentle squeeze.

Loki smiled softly and nodded. "It's not as angry and I'm feeling a lot better. Though," he added, a bit more seriously, "I might have a little concern."

Mobius immediately looked alarmed. "What? What is it?"

Loki reassured him quickly, sensing his rising panic. "No, no, I'm fine. It's just... is it normal for a mosquito bite to swell like this?" He pulled up the leg of his shorts, revealing a pretty large welt on his left thigh.

Mobius's eyes widened with immediate alarm. "Holy shit!" he blurted out, loud enough for Kevin, playing down the street, to hear.

"Dad said a bad word!" Kevin giggled, running to tell his brother.

Mobius was already panicking, clearly imagining the worst scenarios. Chuck, however, was calm, used to his son's occasional bouts of over-worrying. He leaned in to inspect Loki's leg and chuckled softly. "Ah, that's nothing to worry about. Looks like a little case of 'Skeeter Syndrome.'"

"Skeeter Syndrome?" Loki repeated, confused.

Chuck nodded. "Yeah, y'know like 'mo-skeeters'. It's when your body overreacts to a bite because it's not used to 'em. Makes it swell more than usual. But don't worry—it's nothing serious. A little Benadryl and you'll be right as rain in a couple of days. Just don't scratch it."

Both Loki and Mobius breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God," Mobius muttered, still frazzled but slightly calmer. "We'll definitely need to get him some bug spray... on top of a stronger sunscreen."

Loki nodded in agreement. "We certainly do."

Chuck chuckled, watching the two of them fuss over each other. "Guess Florida doesn't agree with you much, huh?"

Loki shrugged. "It's alright, I just need to get used to it. As much as I think I'd hate a humid swampland full of giant mosquitoes and alligator warning signs at every pond... I can't seem to find myself disliking it. Mobius is happy here, the kids love visiting, and you're all very kind people. I wouldn't mind returning for another holiday. I'm having quite a nice time. But..." he added with a small sigh, "one of my Dior sandals did shrink in the sun, which I had no idea was even possible. So, I suppose I'll just have to invest in an entirely different 'Florida' wardrobe on top of everything else. Dispensible designer items, only. Like Michael Kors and Coach."

Chuck laughed heartily. "I like how he's bougie, but he's adaptable. You're a good one to have around, Loki. You're welcome anytime."

While the sentiment was sweet, Mobius was still deep in worry mode. Even Chuck could see it and clapped a hand on his son's back. "Alright, let's go find some bug spray before Mobius has a heart attack. I think I got some in the garage—and I got somethin' else to show y'all! Oh, you're all gonna love it, it's real cool."

He called the boys over, and they all followed him to the garage, Mobius finally relaxing as they went.

Chuck opened the garage, revealing a brand-new golf cart that was surprisingly modern. His excitement was contagious, and the boys immediately thought it was the coolest thing ever.

Loki, intrigued, raised his eyebrows. "Oh, do you golf?"

Chuck snorted. "Hell no. Golf courses are terrible for the environment. You'd never catch me out there. I just got one 'cause everyone on the block does. Now I'm just as cool as everyone else!" He joked, and Mobius chuckled, thinking that was such a Chuck thing to do.

Kevin, of course, immediately piped up, "Can I drive it?"

Mobius shook his head, almost instinctively. "No. Don't let him drive."

Chuck, a little disappointed, tried to sway Mobius. "Aww, c'mon. He'll be fine." But after a pause, he saw that serious look in Mobius's eye and sighed. "Okay, maybe he's a little young. I'll just take 'em around myself."

"Alright. Good." Mobius nodded, relieved but still keeping a wary eye on Kevin.

As Chuck took the boys for a spin, Mobius found the bug spray and used it on Loki, spraying him down as he watched the boys having fun with their grandfather. A while later, when they came back, Sean hopped out excitedly, his face lit up with joy. "Dad it goes so fricken fast! It's so cool! Did you see? Did you see?"

"I did, bud, yeah! Pretty awesome." Mobius laughed with him. "Glad you're enjoying yourself out here."

With the boys fully entertained, Mobius turned to Loki. "I'm gonna go inside, see what Aayla's up to. I know earlier at the store she'd gotten some mangoes for a cheesecake so I'm gonna go ask if she wants some help with that. You wanna come with or you good out here?"

As nice as it sounded, Loki figured getting some alone time with Chuck could give him some insight into the whole proposal dilemma, so Loki politely declined. "I'm okay. I think I'll stay out here with your father and the kids."

"Alright," Mobius said, though he hesitated before leaving and addressed his father. "Wait, Dad, listen—don't leave Kevin on the cart by himself. He will drive away." His tone was serious as if he'd been through this before.

Chuck looked skeptical. "What? No, he won't! C'mon, give him a little credit."

Mobius shot him a look, unwavering. "Dad. Under no circumstances can you leave Kevin on the cart. He. Will. Drive. Away."

While Mobius was talking, Kevin was standing behind Chuck, sticking his tongue out at his father and making faces, clearly guilty of whatever Mobius was trying to insinuate about him. Chuck, oblivious, finally relented. "Alright, alright. I won't leave him on the cart. Don't you worry your little head off. I'm watchin' him!"

Mobius, still tense, nodded, casting one more glance at Kevin's impish grin. "Okay... I'll be inside," he said to Loki, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before heading inside.

As soon as Mobius disappeared, Chuck raised a brow and looked down at Kevin. "You wouldn't drive away without permission, would ya?"

Kevin, playing up the innocent act, flashed a smile. "No, Grampa, 'course not! Never in a million years."

Chuck chuckled, satisfied. "See, I knew it. You're a good kid."

Meanwhile, Sean had wandered around the back of the golf cart, his eyes catching on something. "Whoa, you got cool stickers on the back! What are they for?"

Chuck followed after and happily pointed at the various decals. "Oh, yeah. Course, I do. Self-expression is good for the soul. That one right there is a pride flag for your dad. The palette is for your Uncle Tori. And... what else do I have on there?"

Loki, curious now, walked around to see for himself. Among the stickers was a Möbius strip shape next to a donut, no doubt a reference to Mobius and Torus's namesakes. The cart was also covered in retro-style peace signs, and, of course, there were at least two weed stickers. It was all very eclectic and personal, a reflection of Chuck.

As they were admiring the collection, Sean suddenly paused, pointing at the rainbow. "Um, Grampa, I don't think this is a pride flag. I think it's a Care Bear sticker."

Chuck squinted. "Huh? How d'you figure?"

"Cause there's a Care Bear on it," Sean said, trying not to giggle.

Chuck leaned in for a closer look, then laughed. "Which Care Bear?"

"Funshine Bear."

Chuck didn't miss a beat. "Oh, well, that's even better! Your dad's basically Funshine Bear's cousin. Makes it even more personal." They all shared a laugh at that, and Chuck added, "I'll get a real flag to go with it, though. Maybe I'll ask Mobi to pick one out."

Loki, watching the interaction, found the whole moment endearing. Chuck's thoughtfulness was something he'd entirely expected but it was still appreciated.

Then Kevin started to grow bored and tugged at Chuck's arm. "Grampa, can me and Sean go play catch?"

Chuck grinned. "Sure you can, kiddo!"

"Careful to look for cars, dear!" Loki warned, "What do you do when you see someone coming but your ball has rolled into the street?"

"Yell 'car!' and get on the sidewalk and um— and don't go after it unless the car is gone or if they stopped!" Kevin answered confidently.

Loki smiled. "Yes, good. Now go on."

"Wanna play with us?" Sean asked, bouncing on his heels with excitement. He then launched into a very complicated explanation of a game he and Kevin had made up, complete with rules far too complex to follow.

As much as Loki loved spending time with the boys, the exhaustion from the day caught up with him. His body ached, and he felt sore all over. With a sigh, he shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry, little darlings. I'm not feeling well, and I think I'd rather stay over here, but I promise I'll try and play tomorrow."

The boys pouted, but they understood. Sean even offered a genuine, "Hope you feel better!" before they both darted off to play. He might be giving his father backtalk sometimes, but he's still that sweet little kid inside, thank goodness.

Loki waved them off, his heart warmed by the interaction. Chuck had been watching from the side and smiled, apparently impressed. "They really seem to love you," he observed.

Loki nodded, a fondness in his expression. "Yes, and I adore them as well. They're good kids. They can be a little wild, but I find it adorable. They've got spirit."

"That's really nice," Chuck replied thoughtfully. "So, you've been in their lives for about a year now, right?"

"Closer to a year and a half," Loki corrected, "but yes, I started to spend a lot of time with them since Mobius and I first got together around a year ago."

Chuck's brows raised slightly. "A year seems pretty serious."

Loki's smile grew softer as he considered his next words. "Yes, incredibly serious. Actually…" He hesitated, but then continued, "Speaking of that, I've been meaning to ask you something, if you don't mind."

"Sure, anything you want," Chuck encouraged.

Loki paused, carefully choosing his words. "Has Mobius ever really spoken to you about whether or not he'd be open to a third marriage?"

Chuck blinked, surprised. The question clearly caught him off guard, and for a moment, he didn't answer. Loki shifted slightly, feeling the weight of the pause. He rephrased, gently pushing. "Or--I suppose, what's your opinion on Mobius and I perhaps getting married?"

Chuck took a breath and started strong. "Well, I really like you, Loki. How could I not? And I like that the kids like you too. Mobius is crazy about you, no doubt. But, uh… marriage? You gotta be careful with that, y'know? I'm always on the side of, it's not completely necessary to tie it down if you're fully committed—but that's probably just 'cause I had my own awful marriage. Scared me off it for a while… till I met Aayla. But it took us a long time to finally tie the knot."

Chuck chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing. "Look, you're young, right? And Mobi—well, he ain't exactly young anymore. He's bout due for a midlife crisis, but he'll always be my baby. I always hated Wolfe and Melissa for doing what they did to him. I'm a pacifist, always have been, but I could've killed Wolfe myself after Mobi came home with a broken heart and... just... he wasn't the same for a long while. Trauma changes you. I almost didn't wanna let him leave here even after he was ready to go."

Loki remained quiet, letting Chuck go on, though he hadn't expected such a heartfelt tangent.

Chuck continued, his voice growing softer. "I... I'm sorry to be getting into this right now but I just gotta explain it. Mobi's special… always has been. He was always smaller than Tori, even though he's the older one. Always the shy one, never made too many friends at school. Stuff like this always makes me remember that first day I had to drop him off at kindergarten... oh lord I'll never forget. It was the first time I had to let him go, and I could barely do it. When I finally got him to go inside, I was still holding little Tori's hand, and we saw Mobi press his little face against the window and cry for me. It just broke me. I went straight to the shop down the street, asked to use their phone, and I called his momma right away--I think she was at some kinda conference out of state or something, that's why she couldn't be there so I had to call her hotel. But, I told her, 'Erin, I cannot leave this little boy here all on his own. He's breaking my heart.' And she—well, she basically told me a bunch of heartless, academic stuff about how if I brought him home, I'd be hindering a key step in his educational and emotional development. Plus, I'd be setting a bad example for Tori when his first day came next year. She was right, though... In this case, at least. Every kid has to have their first day of school, just like everyone's gotta have their first broken heart. Though, it shouldn't ever involve abuse or cruelty... I guess it's just hard for me to let go, sometimes."

Chuck paused, staring off into the horizon for a moment. Loki, still absorbing everything, found himself speechless. He'd expected a simple answer, but Chuck had opened up in a way that left him deeply moved.

Eventually, Chuck blinked, coming back to the present. "Wait, what was the question again?"

Loki's voice wavered, his heart still heavy with the emotions stirred up. "Do you think Mobius would be interested in a third marriage?"

Chuck paused, still lost in thought, then chuckled softly. "Oh, right. Marriage. Well… I mean, after what he's been through, I'd understand if he wasn't eager to jump into it again. People can surprise, you, though."

Loki leaned in slightly, eager to hear more.

Chuck continued, "But from what Mobius told me about marrying you, he made it pretty clear that—" Suddenly, he'd cut himself off and faltered, his eyes widening abruptly as he realized what he was about to say. "Oh, no. Uh, wait what am I doing? I can't tell you that," Chuck mumbled, flustered, and quickly tried to backtrack. "I'm shuttin' my mouth."

Loki's heart skipped a beat, panic quickly creeping in. "What? What did Mobius tell you?"

Chuck was already nervously mumbling to himself, "God damn you, Charles. Shut your yap."

Loki felt a surge of panic. "No, tell me! You can't just leave me hanging like that!" He moved toward Chuck, but the older man had already started retreating, half-jogging away.

"I'm sorry! Can't tell you! I promised I wouldn't say anything," Chuck yelled over his shoulder, sitting deep in his regret. "Dammit, this is why people don't trust me with their secrets!"

Loki, thoroughly panicked, watched as Chuck, desperate to stop himself from spilling anything more, continued to jog away while mumbling apologies. They'd both been so distracted that they'd forgotten about the kids. It was then that Loki noticed-- Kevin, who had clearly been waiting for his moment, had hopped into the golf cart.

"Kevin, no!" Loki shouted.

Chuck turned back around, his face pale as the golf cart suddenly took off with the little boy at the wheel. With a burst of unexpected speed, Chuck dashed after the cart, catching up in time to yank the keys from the ignition and bring it to a stop. Kevin had barely made it out of the driveway, thank goodness.

Slightly out of breath but relieved, Chuck gently scolded Kevin and sent him inside, wiping sweat from his brow as he turned back to Loki. "… don't tell Mobi," he pleaded.

Loki blinked, still overwhelmed and unsure if Chuck meant keeping quiet about the near golf cart disaster or about whatever Mobius had said. Either way, Loki was too rattled to press further. His thoughts raced in his head.

What the hell did Mobius tell Chuck? Does he not want to get married?

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Loki had been restless all night, his mind torturing him with the mystery of what Chuck knew but refused to share. Great timing for that guy to suddenly learn how to keep a secret. Loki tossed and turned, his anxiety building until sleep became impossible. He lay awake, feeling like he was burning up, his mind spiraling. Mobius was already out, softly snoring with his nasal strip in place, so Loki slipped out of bed and stared out the window, consumed by worry. Every unanswered question gnawed at him, making the night feel endless.

By the time Loki finally managed to drift off, morning had come too soon. He woke up feeling drained, anxiety gnawing at him as the day began. It didn't help that Chuck was unusually quiet, too. Mobius, who was usually good at reading Loki's mood, noticed both of them acting strange but chose not to comment on it. He figured Loki was just tired, and maybe his dad was just having a low-energy morning (rare but not entirely impossible). Nothing to worry about… right?

Over breakfast, Mobius kept things light, trying to lift the mood. As they all sat down, and his father served them a plate of brownies, Mobius commented, "Dessert with breakfast, just like when I was growing up."

Loki, previously distracted, blinked and looked at them both. "Is this really a thing?"

Mobius nodded, passing one over. "Yup. Brownies, muffins—it's all basically the same ingredients, right Dad?"

Chuck, still a little too subdued, gave a quick nod. "Yeah. Flour, sugar, eggs, butter, cocoa... you get it, it's all the same thing. ‘Cept brownies have a little extra butter, but-- I mean, it's organic. It's good for you. Just enjoy." He offered Loki a somewhat apologetic look as they ate, clearly still thinking about the night before. Loki forced a smile and tried to push his anxiety aside.

After breakfast, it was time to start the day. As promised, Aayla and Chuck were taking the kids out while Mobius and Loki had some much-needed time alone.

"We'll be gone for a while, so you two enjoy yourselves," Chuck said, giving them each a smile.

Mobius smiled, already looking forward to their day, "Thanks, Dad. What do you think you'll get up to?"

Chuck shrugged. "Not sure yet—maybe we'll hit the beach again. Whatever keeps them busy."

With that, the house emptied, leaving Loki and Mobius to finally have their day together.

After Chuck and the kids left, Mobius couldn't ignore Loki's strange mood any longer. The quiet tension had been nagging at him all morning, and now that they were alone, he needed to check-in. They stood together in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast, with Loki stress-eating his second brownie. Mobius watched him closely. It was funny how their anxious habits were opposite—Loki occasionally turned to sugar when he was nervous, while Mobius tended to lose his appetite entirely.

"You feeling okay, darlin'?" Mobius asked gently.

Loki, with half a brownie shoved into his mouth, mumbled a quick "Yeah."

Mobius frowned. "You sure? You seem a little off today. Maybe I'm just reading into it, though. Sorry, I don't mean to worry too much."

By the time Loki finished his bite, he knew he couldn't keep brushing Mobius off. He didn't want him to feel like he was being paranoid, so he sighed and confessed, "No, you're right. I didn't get much sleep last night… and I suppose the past few days have been rather exciting. I'm terribly exhausted and sore, that's all." He was making excuses, trying to downplay the real reason for his restlessness. "But I'll be okay. I'm sure spending a day in will be lovely for my nerves."

Mobius smiled softly. "Aw, I get it. Let me help you, then. You've been amazing this whole trip—let me treat you today. Come sit down, I can give you another back rub, or we can just have a morning nap like we used to. What do you feel like?"

As Mobius spoke, Loki started to realize how silly his worries were. So what if Mobius wasn't eager to get married again? It was obvious how deeply they adored each other. He needed to let go of his fears. With that in mind, Loki put down his half-eaten brownie, wrapped his arms around Mobius, and pulled him into a surprisingly passionate kiss—especially for so early in the morning.

Mobius, blushing, blinked in surprise. "Hey, what was that for?"

"Because I love you," Loki said softly, his voice holding nothing but affection. "I adore you, and I'd absolutely love a back rub more than anything in the world."

Mobius smiled, feeling relieved as Loki leaned into him.

But then Loki, being his spoiled self, added, "Could you also braid my hair? I bought some mousse that's supposed to help stop it from frizzing in this wretched humidity. I could die before I go out there again and let the climate attack my curls. Oh, and I could really use a pedicure if you don't mind. I'm growing tired of seeing midnight mantra blue through my sandals. I think I might prefer a different shade for the remainder of our time here."

Mobius laughed lightheartedly. This was the Loki he knew—bossy, spoiled, and a little dramatic. "No problem," he said, "I'll do anything for you."

Loki smiled and gave him another quick kiss before lounging on the sofa, stretching out like the pampered prince he was. Mobius was so glad to see Loki acting more like himself again.

Mobius started with a back rub, instructing him to sit up before applying the aloe lotion to Loki's sunburned skin with gentle, soothing strokes. His fingers worked carefully over Loki's shoulders, kneading into the knots of tension that had built up over the past few days. Loki's head fell forward slightly as he let out a soft sigh, sinking into the touch.

As Mobius's hands traveled up to the back of Loki's neck, they found the knot of his black halter top. He untied it, letting the fabric fall loose, falling away from his chest. The moment shifted, growing warmer as Mobius leaned down to press a kiss on his shoulder, just above Loki's collarbone. Loki could feel his breath as Mobius's lips trailed up the side of his neck, his mustache tickling him slightly, sending shivers across his skin.

"Oh, hello…" Loki giggled. He pivoted slightly, feeling Mobius's lips brush against his neck, and Mobius murmured something sweet in response, though the words were lost to the moment.

Mobius undid the second tie on Loki's top, letting it fall away completely. He returned to the massage, his hands exploring Loki's now-bare back with the same care as before, only this time, the intimacy blossomed. Loki's skin was warm beneath his palms as the muscles in his back relaxed further.

After a while, they let the moment simmer back into something calmer rather than heating up into any further activities that would be better held in the bedroom. Though, they did make out a little, of course, and that plus the massage really did the trick to loosen them both up. Once Loki was sufficiently relaxed, it was time for the next part of their morning.

Mobius retrieved the nail polish Loki had purchased earlier that week, while Loki wandered over to Mobi's parents' DVD collection. Browsing through the shelves, his fingers grazed the spines of classic romantic comedies—Mobius's favorite genre. Loki picked out a couple of titles and then made his way back to the sofa.

"What do you think, darling?" Loki asked, holding up two DVDs. "Sleepless in Seattle or You've Got Mail?"

Mobius returned, supplies in hand, and considered the options. "Let's go with You've Got Mail. I feel like watching something lighter."

Loki nodded in approval and handed over the DVD for Mobius to put it on. As the opening credits rolled, Mobius disappeared into the kitchen and soon returned with a small bowl of fresh fruit. Setting it on the coffee table, he settled himself on the floor in front of Loki, allowing the honorary prince to drape his leg comfortably over his shoulder.

Mobius focused on carefully removing the old polish from Loki's nails and painting on the new glittery color. Meanwhile, Loki leisurely popped grapes into his mouth, the tension of the previous night slowly dwindling away as Mobius pampered him.

"This is just like at the salon," Loki mused, looking down at Mobius. "Only, I'd say it's even better—because the pedicurist happens to be impossibly handsome."

Mobius's face flushed at the compliment, but he continued his work, unable to hide the smile tugging at his lips. "Well, the client's not too bad, either," he replied softly, glancing up at Loki with a wink.

Loki giggled, leaning down and placing a grape into Mobius's mouth since his hands were occupied. Mobius accepted it, blushing even further as he felt nothing but contentment. These small, intimate moments were what he cherished most. Just being together, no rush, no pressure.

As the movie played in the background, Loki's earlier worries faded completely. He was utterly relaxed, pampered, and adored, and Mobius was happier than ever. How could he not be? He's got someone's leg over his shoulder. That's like the full extent of how far his shockingly mild secret fantasies go.

Mobius eventually moved on to his last task of the morning. He went to wash his hands of any stray polish or remover, then joined Loki back on the sofa and carefully worked the expensive mousse into his hair, braiding it gently while the film played in the background. Loki let his eyes drift shut, savoring the feel of Mobius's hands, and when his hair was finished, they cuddled together exactly the way they often found themselves naturally.

As perfect as the morning might've been, Loki found himself unable to focus on the screen. He absentmindedly returned the favor and ran his fingers through Mobius's soft hair, his thoughts far away from the film. The idea of proposing weighed heavily on his mind. As much as he'd tried to forget it, he just couldn't. Oh, he could get down on one knee right here right now. But, what if Mobius said no? The thought alone was enough to make his chest tighten again. He could ruin everything—this perfect day, their vacation, even their entire relationship. The uncertainty gnawed at him, making it impossible to relax.

Without realizing it, Loki's grip tightened around Mobius, holding him a little too close. Mobius stirred, shifting to look up at Loki, his brow furrowing in concern. "Hey, I'm not goin' anywhere," Mobius said softly, "You can take it easy."

Loki blinked, realizing what he'd done. He loosened his hold and quickly apologized. "Sorry... I... got a little caught up in the drama of the movie. Tom Hanks' character is just really annoying me," he said, grasping for an excuse.

Mobius chuckled in shared understanding, "Yeah, he's a bit of a jerk in this one. We don't have to finish it if you don't want to. Honestly, I'm feelin' pretty tired myself. Maybe we should just nap. I know we haven't changed time zones, but it still feels like jet lag."

Loki let out a soft laugh, gently pressing Mobius's head against his chest. "I know. Just rest, my darling," he whispered, his fingers continuing to comb through Mobius's hair.

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Later that afternoon, after hours of cuddling, napping, and generally soaking in each other's presence, Loki found himself wandering out onto the porch. He made sure to limit his time in the sun, enjoying the shade while sipping on iced tea Mobius had brought him. Originally he'd been quite distraught at the idea of drinking cold tea that had come from a pre-brewed jug in the fridge, but he was happily surprised to find out that the beverage did in fact live up to the hype. Mobius even put a lemon slice on his glass and a little bit of mint from Aayla's plant in the kitchen. It felt a little like he was living like royalty again.

At some point, when they were back inside, Loki grew bored and nosey and began exploring the walls of the house, covered in family photos, each snapshot telling a little story. One picture, in particular, caught his attention, nearly bringing tears to his eyes at how adorable it was.

It was Kevin and Sean, barely toddlers, with Mobius kneeling beside them. Kevin, in typical fashion, wasn't looking at the camera at all. He had a wild expression and seemed seconds away from bolting out of the frame. His little legs were already mid-sprint as if being still for the picture was an impossible task. Sean, on the other hand, stood perfectly posed, a sweet smile on his face, looking directly into the lens. The contrast between the two boys was almost comical, but it showed their distinct personalities perfectly.

Mobius, kneeling between them, looked different in the photo. His hair still had streaks of blonde in it, cut much shorter and styled neatly. His face was clean-shaven except for a neatly trimmed mustache, with no hint of stubble, giving him a more polished look. It was strange for Loki to see this past version of Mobius—still handsome, of course, but different from the (usually) laid-back, slightly scruffy man he knows today. The photo still made him smile.

As he continued looking, the years went further back, Loki also spotted a younger Chuck in several of the shots. It was strange yet fascinating to see Chuck looking even more like Torus—ruggedly handsome with that same natural confidence in his stance. Chuck, in his younger days, had worn his hair down to his shoulders, just like Torus does now. It made Loki appreciate the strong family resemblance even more.

One thing struck Loki as odd, though—there were no pictures of Mobius's mother. None. He wondered briefly if it was intentional, or if she simply was camera-shy. From what Mobius had told him, she was a highly logical woman, not at all one for sentimentality. Loki imagined that posing in pictures with her children would have felt unnecessary to her. Still, the absence of her presence made Loki wonder.

His thoughts drifted as he spotted a new image—Chuck and Aayla's wedding photo. Loki's breath caught for a moment. It was stunning. Aayla wore a beautifully simple white dress with flowers braided into her hair, giving her an ethereal beauty. Chuck looked great as well, adorning the very same matching flowers tucked into his shirt pocket and woven into a crown. The scene was beautiful, with the two of them holding hands with a ribbon tied around their wrists. Loki recognized the tradition as handfasting and knew it had Celtic roots. He could appreciate how it seemed that they blended their own customs for the ceremony and he started to wonder if Mobius might want something similar when they have their own--but then he was struck by the realization that he hadn't exactly proposed yet. And he still has no idea whether Mobius would accept... so what on Earth is he doing imagining traditions for their wedding? Loki felt so foolish for even entertaining the thought.

Before he could get too lost in his feelings, the sound of the front door bursting open snapped him out of his reverie. Kevin and Sean came barreling in, their voices loud and full of excitement, dragging Loki back into the present as the boys began recounting their day's adventures.

"Grampa 'n Nana took us to the beach again! And we got custard and water ice from Rita's!" Kevin blurted out, practically bouncing on his toes.

Sean happily chimed in, "And I saw a crab! It was crawlin' around in the sand when we were making a castle--I wanted to take it home but Grampa said I should leave it where it belongs."

Mobius smiled warmly at their excitement, he let them tell him even more about their day, but he got a little tense the second he spotted the sand in their hair. "You both need to wash up—go on, get all that sand out before you track it all over the house."

They both pouted a little but they listened as he shooed them off.

"Hope they didn't give you too much trouble," Mobius said.

"Oh, they were little angels. They always are." Aayla replied. "But, how was your day? You two look relaxed."

Loki sighed happily. "It was lovely, thank you. We spent most of the day doing absolutely nothing. It was perfect."

Aayla beamed at that, "And what about tonight? Is date night still on? Going somewhere fancy, I hope?"

Mobius nodded, "Oh, it's definitely still happening. I just have no idea where we're going. What do you think, Loki?"

Loki shrugged. "I'll go anywhere, as long as it's not outdoor dining. I'm not a fan of insects especially now I know I'm a victim of the cursed... 'skeeter' syndrome."

Chuck, who had been listening in, perked up. "Well, I can recommend a few places. What're you in the mood for? Burgers and shakes, or something a little more upscale?"

Mobius made a face at the mention of burgers. "I don't think I've had a burger in like a year... maybe two."

Chuck's reaction was immediate, he gasped as his face fell in shock. "No burgers in a whole year?" His voice cracked slightly as if this revelation was deeply unsettling. "But you love burgers..."

Even Aayla frowned, her eyes welling up as if she were on the verge of tears.

Mobius blinked, taken aback by their dramatic response. "I-It's alright. I still love 'em... it's just, my appetite's been off. Greasy, heartier foods are harder for me these days. But I've been feeling better lately. Maybe I'll try one soon."

"You promise?" Chuck pleaded like it was something far more significant.

"Well, yeah… I guess."

Loki, sensing an opportunity to lift everyone's spirits, jumped in. "Are there any relatively nice sit-down restaurants around here that serve hamburgers? We could get him one tonight."

Chuck totally lit up. "Oh, I got just the place! The restaurant at the Inn & Beach Club— whatever it's called--" he started to snap his fingers, trying to recall the name. "Last time you were here, it used to be like a little casual diner but they replaced it with something nicer. What is it--?"

"The Ocean Lounge?" Aayla provided.

"Right! Yes--thank you!" Chuck got even more excited. "Yeah! Yeah--go there! It's pretty classy, not too classy though, so you don't need'a worry about dressing up too much or nothin'. But they make one hell of a cheeseburger. You'll love it."

"What about a reservation?" Loki asked, "Shall I call ahead and see if they have room?"

Chuck shook his head, "Nah, don't worry about it. Just tell 'em you know us. I sold the owner her boat. Oh, it was a beautiful Bayliner Motoryacht. You should'a seen it. If she hadn't bought it that day, I probably would've claimed it myself." He made a low whistle before explaining further, "Polished teak... huge sundeck. The works, really." Now why would an environmentally conscious man such as Chuck O'Connor not seem to mind recreational boating? Well, he'd probably just say that boats are cool as hell... and that would be the end of it.

Aayla giggled as he adorably rambled about his favorite obsession. She happily finished what he was probably going to say. "Yes, it really was a very pretty boat. They love us there so I'm sure you'll be able to get a good table, no problem."

Before Mobius could even process it, they were planning his evening for him. He watched as Loki and his parents, completely in sync, mapped out the nights. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Guess we're going back to the club," he said, amused.

"I suppose we are!" Loki, clearly pleased, kissed Mobius on the cheek before hurrying off. "I'll go get dressed!" he called, practically skipping down the hall.

Mobius smiled to himself, watching him go. It seemed like the night was shaping up perfectly—whether he'd planned it or not.

They each began getting ready, wanting to look their best for their date. Mobius chose his striped linen top, the one Loki always said he looked so handsome in. He paired it with a light spritz of cologne and a seashell necklace Loki had bought him earlier in the week. As he stood in front of the full-length mirror, fussing with his hair, he realized his hands were shaking. Excitement and nerves bubbled up inside him, though he couldn't pinpoint why.

Loki, meanwhile, took his sweet time getting ready. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, he was wearing a dark green ruffle hem camisole top paired with a black maxi skirt. He looked stunning.

Loki did a little twirl, his skirt flowing gracefully around him. "I'm ready," he said a little sing-songy. Mobius, struck speechless by how breathtaking Loki looked, just stared.

Loki gave him an impatient look. "Yes, yes, I know. I do look rather lovely tonight, don't I? But come on, now. We shouldn't waste such a gorgeous outfit."

With that, they headed out.

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The beach club was still bustling with life as they arrived. The sun hadn't quite set, so the pool area was still filled with families—children playing, parents lounging, and others enjoying their dinner on the deck. As they passed by the bar, Loki spotted the same rude woman from a few days ago, still holding that familiar air of superiority. She shot him a dirty look, but he couldn't care less. He was on a date, and nothing was going to ruin his mood.

When they entered the restaurant, Loki was pleasantly surprised by how fancy it was. He hadn't known what to expect, but this was upscale enough that he could imagine even his own family might dine here. He felt slightly underdressed for a moment but quickly noticed that many patrons were dressed in casual beach attire, putting him at ease. Mobius, on the other hand, seemed a little nervous. He squeezed Loki's hand as they approached the hostess. The last time he was here, this restaurant hadn't been nearly this built-up or intimidating. It was barely a snack shack.

"Just two?" the hostess asked, smiling politely.

"Yeah, just us," Mobius replied, trying to keep his nerves in check.

"There's about an hour wait for the main floor," she explained.

Mobius felt his stomach drop at the thought of waiting, but he hated the idea of name-dropping for special treatment. Loki, however, had no such qualms. With a graceful flip of his hair and a confident smile, he stepped in.

"Hello, ma'am. We're friends of the owner. This is Möbius M. Möbius, son of Chuck O'Connor, the renowned yacht salesman," Loki said smoothly.

Mobius cringed internally, hating to put anyone under unnecessary pressure, but to his surprise, the hostess blinked in recognition and smiled.

"Oh, of course! Let me just let Lisa know you're here," she said quickly. "I'll find a spot for you two. Main floor?"

Before Mobius could agree, Loki interjected. "If you happen to have a booth, that would be perfect." He knew how Mobius could occasionally get overwhelmed if he wasn't able to tuck into a corner somewhere.

The hostess nodded and disappeared for a moment, and soon enough, they were being led to a cozy booth on the top floor, nestled by a window that offered a stunning view of the ocean. The table was already set with complimentary bread and menus, and the evening was off to an amazing start.

Mobius leaned back in his seat, looking at Loki with wide eyes. "Oh my gosh, you're so powerful."

Loki smirked and waved him off. "Me? All I did was use your connections, darling. It's perfectly alright to ask for things sometimes. You're such a kind, sensitive man, and I love that about you, but it's okay to make a fuss when needed. Thankfully, I happen to enjoy making a fuss over things."

Mobius chuckled, his cheeks still a little flushed. "Oh, I know. It's practically a hobby for you."

Loki laughed, picking up the wine menu and scanning it. "Indeed, it is."

As they each studied the options, Loki's eyes went right to the wine list. "If you're going for red meat tonight, perhaps a Cabernet Sauvignon would be a fitting choice," he suggested.

Mobius nodded thoughtfully, studying the wine descriptions. Then, to Loki's delight, Mobius casually read out one of the flavor profiles—flawlessly—in French. "Notes de vanille douce, mûres fraîches, compote de baies sauvages... Sounds good, though I'm not sure why they wrote the details out in French when the wine's from Napa Valley."

Loki was utterly smitten. His chin rested in his hands, gazing at Mobius with devotion. "I don't care for what pretentious reason they did it," he mused. "I just want to hear you speak French all the time. It's so romantic."

Mobius chuckled and leaned closer, teasing him with a soft, "Avez-vous besoin de plus de romance? Comment est-ce?"

Loki's heart practically melted, and he replied with a dreamy, "Oui, très bien."

Before they could dive any deeper into romantic French banter, the restaurant owner, Lisa, suddenly appeared at their table, bringing a bubbly, warm energy. She was wearing the cutest coral pink pencil dress, which Loki instantly recognized as Dolce & Gabbana. Clearly, this woman was a big deal.

She welcomed them warmly, introducing herself to Loki, though it was clear she and Mobius were already familiar. They caught up briefly, Lisa asking how Chuck and Aayla were doing, sharing a quick update about her beloved boat, still thrilled about it from when Chuck had helped her with the purchase. Loki could tell they were in for some excellent service tonight.

When asked about their visit, Loki smiled, "Really, it's been a pleasure so far. And-- I have to say, I absolutely love your dress. Dolce & Gabbana, right?"

Lisa's eyes widened, clearly impressed. "Oh yes, how'd you know?"

Loki gave a casual shrug. "I just happen to have an eye for fashion."

Lisa glanced at his outfit, nodding with approval. "Ralph Lauren?"

"Indeed," Loki confirmed, his smile widening.

Lisa grinned and turned to Mobius. "Oh, I like you already! You both should come around here more often."

Mobius laughed. "We'd love to. It's just too bad we don't live here."

Lisa sighed dramatically. "Well, it's been way too long since you were last here. Speaking of which…" She tilted her head, squinting at Mobius thoughtfully. "Weren't you blonde the last time I saw you?"

Mobius chuckled, running a hand through his now-gray hair. "Yeah, well, the years have a funny way of catching up to you."

"Oh, tell me about it," Lisa laughed, brushing it off. She scanned their table and noticed they hadn't ordered drinks yet. "No wine? What can I bring for you? Or would you prefer a recommendation with your meal?"

Loki answered for the both of them. "We'll take a bottle of your Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon, please."

Lisa nodded with a bright smile. "Excellent choice! I'll get that right out for you." She left to make sure the bottle was fetched, and while she was gone, Loki and Mobius shared a quiet, content moment, enjoying the special treatment. They both glanced over the menu while snacking on complimentary bread, reveling in the VIP experience.

Soon enough, Lisa returned with a waiter by her side, who carefully poured them each a glass of wine. She asked if they'd had a chance to review the menu or if they'd like any recommendations, while also surprising them with complimentary crab cakes. "Because you're special guests," she added with a wink. Mobius felt a warm surge of gratitude.

They both thanked her and then it was time to order.

Loki went first. "I know what I want," he said confidently, looking up from his menu. "How's your Bucatini Alla Nerano?"

"It's amazing," Lisa replied, tossing out a few enticing buzzwords to describe the rich flavors of the dish. Loki nodded and placed his order, adding a side salad.

Then it was Mobius's turn. He hesitated, then smiled sheepishly. "Y'know, as interesting as all this fancy stuff on your menu sounds--I promised my dad I'd get a burger while I'm here. It's been like a year since I've had one. Just... health issues, y'know."

Lisa's expression shifted to concern. "Aw, that's a shame. Cholesterol?"

Mobius met her eyes, shaking his head. "No. Severe anxiety-induced nausea, stress-related high blood pressure... plus a little bit of depression made me lose my appetite entirely."

Lisa's face fell. "Oh... you poor thing." The air hung awkwardly for a moment before her smile returned, determined to lift the mood. "Well, you know what? I'm going to get you the best bacon cheeseburger you've ever had in your life. We'll make it a double!"

Mobius blinked, surprised. "Wait—you do that here?"

"Honey, you need it," Lisa said with a grin.

Mobius laughed, his mood lightening instantly. "I'm not gonna argue with that."

With their orders placed, Lisa and the waiter left, and Loki and Mobius were left with their wine and crab cakes. Mobius couldn't stop smiling. "This night's already more amazing than I could've hoped," he said.

Loki, already savoring a crab cake, nodded in agreement. "Oh, these are lovely. Stop me before I spoil my dinner."

Mobius did no such thing to stop Loki from indulging—they both had their fill of the delicious crab cakes, chatting and looking out the window, watching the people on the beach below. It was peaceful and intimate, the soft hum of conversation and the waves in the distance making everything feel perfect.

When their entrees arrived, both were equally impressed. Loki's dish looked divine, and Mobius's burger was absolutely enormous. Thankfully, they had the sense to cut it in half. Mobius, however, felt a little nervous as he stared down at his food. He wanted to enjoy it so badly but worried it might be too much for him to handle. Instead of digging in, he stalled, glancing at Loki's plate. "How's your food?" he asked.

Loki smiled, taking another bite. "It's lovely. But what about yours? Aren't you going to try it?"

Mobius hesitated, looking down at his burger. "Yeah, of course, but... what if it's too much--and I regret not ordering a safe food I know for sure I wouldn't lose my appetite with. I... could just have the rest of the crab cakes. Maybe get a fancy salad."

"No, darling. We're going to be a bit adventurous today, alright?" Loki reached across the table, offering him a bite from his own plate. "Here. Try mine first." He gently fed Mobius a forkful of pasta, and it really was just as delicious as Lisa promised it would be.

"Woah, that's amazing..." he said, giving him a small smile.

Loki gently nudged him again. "See? The food here is lovely. Won't you try yours, now?"

Taking a deep breath, Mobius nodded. "Yeah, I will..."

"Don't be afraid," Loki said, his voice soft with encouragement. "If you can't stomach it, no one will fault you. Just give it a try. I'm sure you'll be okay."

Finally, Mobius took the plunge, grabbing the burger and taking a huge bite. Instantly, it was an explosion of flavor—juicy, cheesy, smoky. He practically moaned, leaning back in his seat. "Holy shit…" it was a full-on food-gasm.

Loki giggled. "I assume it's good? You're making that same face you have when I do that... thing... you like."

Mobius laughed, then managed to say, "No offense, sugar, but this burger might be better than that thing I like."

Loki gasped, playfully smacking his arm. "How dare you!"

"I'm sorry, but you have to try it!" Mobius pushed the other half of the burger toward him. "Here."

Loki shook his head, smiling. "Mobius, I couldn't. That's your burger."

Mobius waved it off. "It's fine. I'm good with this half. If I try to eat the whole thing, I'll probably have a heart attack. I've got no business with a double cheeseburger."

Loki chuckled at that and, after a moment of persuasion, finally gave in. He took a small bite, also moaning in delight. "This might be the best damn thing I've ever tasted. Oh gods—it's magical."

Mobius nodded enthusiastically. "I've said it many times, and I'll say it again--bacon cheeseburgers are the world's greatest invention."

Loki, still savoring the bite, nodded. "I can't even disagree with you on that."

After that, they continued their meal together, savoring every bite. The ambiance was perfect—the food, the wine, and most of all, each other's company. Mobius ate well and Loki felt proud of him for conquering his troubles with food enough to enjoy the meal.

As the daylight disappeared completely, the restaurant's mood lighting was dim and calming. They sipped their wine, which was the one refined thing Mobius always had an appreciation for. He suddenly leaned in and said, "You know, we should take a trip to Napa Valley one day."

Loki's eyes lit up. "I'd love to!"

Mobius raised a brow in surprise. "Really? You wouldn't rather go to Italy or France or something more... glamorous? You'd be happy going to California?"

Loki smiled, his voice was soft and sincere. "I would go anywhere with you, my dear. And I'd do anything with you."

Loki's words held such deep affection, and his hand lingered near his purse, fingers brushing the box that held the ring he'd been carrying for weeks now. Mobius looked at him with those twinkling blue eyes, and for a brief moment, Loki considered proposing right then and there. It felt right—completely romantic, with the mood lighting and Mobius looking so content. But the fear crept in again, and before Loki could decide, they were interrupted by Lisa, who popped back up with the dessert menu.

The magic of the moment quickly faded as Mobius's attention shifted to the mention of sweets. Loki smiled to himself. Of course, Mobius could never resist a dessert menu. But perhaps it was for the best. It gave Loki a moment to realize Mobius deserved a more private, intimate moment for something as big as a proposal, without the pressure of a public setting. He knew Mobius's feelings about marriage were complicated, and it needed to happen at the right time.

They ended up picking out a slice of raspberry cheesecake to share. It was just as delicious as the rest of the meal had been. Loki usually tended to watch what he ate but he happily devoured his half of the treat while Mobius took the time to savor it and nibble on the dark chocolate-covered raspberries garnished around the plate.

As their visit to the restaurant came to an end, Loki insisted on picking up the check. He loved spoiling his Mobius, and tonight had been nothing short of magical. With a pleasant buzz from the wine and the romantic air, they decided to take a nighttime stroll down by the beach, arm in arm, under the stars.

Loki didn't even mind the mist from the ocean curling his hair or the muggy Florida air clinging to his skin. Walking alongside Mobius in the sand felt perfect, just the two of them under the moonlit sky with nothing but the sound of the waves to break the silence. No conversation was needed. The moment was peaceful and intimate. Loki's heart swelled as he glanced at Mobius, whose silver hair blew softly in the wind, illuminated by the moonlight. He looked so serene, so content—so much the man Loki wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

The temptation to propose grew stronger by the second. This was the moment, wasn't it? There was no one around, just the two of them and the endless ocean. But just as Loki began to gather the courage to speak, Mobius beat him to it.

"Loki?" Mobius's voice was soft but serious. "I want to talk about us..."

Loki's heart dropped, his breath catching in his throat. Those words—'talk about us'—always brought a certain dread. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Mobius, feeling as if the world was closing in around him.

He took a step away, his gaze dropping to the sand. "Oh gods, I've been meaning to have this conversation with you too," Loki murmured, his voice shaking.

"You have?" Mobius sounded surprised, hopeful even.

Loki took a deep breath, knowing he had to get this out. "Yes, I—I want you to know that we... don't have to get married."

He walked a few steps away, still avoiding Mobius's gaze, the tension mounting between them. Mobius stood frozen, processing Loki's words as his voice took on a more somber tone.

"I know you've been through this before, twice now… And the last thing I want is to make you feel trapped. I want you to feel safe, Mobius. And I know we're committed. So maybe... maybe it's best if we don't tie things down."

The silence that followed was unbearable. It was as if the world had stopped moving. Loki felt the weight of his words, waiting, hoping for Mobius to say something—anything. But what he heard next wasn't a response. It was the soft thud of something small falling into the sand behind him.

He turned slowly, his heart stopping when he saw Mobius standing there, tears in his eyes. Loki's own chest tightened with panic. What had he done?

"What is that?" Loki's voice cracked as he saw the black object in the sand below Mobius.

"It's nothing," Mobius stammered, trying to brush it off, his voice thick with emotion. "Don't worry about it."

But Loki reached it before Mobius could stop him. He bent down, picked it up, and opened the box. Inside, under the soft glow of the moonlight, was a stunning engagement ring—an elegant gold band with complex designs, set with a large emerald and small diamonds. It was breathtaking.

"You were going to propose tonight…" Loki whispered, his voice trembling with the realization.

Mobius wiped at his eyes, trying to steady himself, but he was falling apart. "Yeah—I was. But I guess it was kind of dumb to get a ring before even having this conversation with you. I—I'm sorry, Loki. I don't know what I was thinking—"

"Mobius, no—" Loki interrupted, his voice firm but tender. He quickly reached into his purse, pulling out the small box he'd been carrying. His hands shook as he held it up for Mobius to see. "... I was going to propose, too."

Mobius's eyes widened, tears spilling over as he blinked in disbelief. Loki handed him the box, and Mobius opened it to reveal the silver ring inside. It was intricate, with a braided design and topaz gems nestled between small diamonds. It was beautiful, perfect.

Tears streamed down Mobius's face as he clutched the ring, his emotions spilling over. "You... you want to marry me?" His voice cracked. "Why didn't you just ask? Why did you say all that stuff?"

Loki's voice was soft, filled with love and regret. "Because I was scared... scared of losing you, of scaring you away. I didn't want to hurt you after everything you've been through. And I had talked to your dad and he said all these things about how people shouldn't rush into marriage--and then he almost spilled a secret and got suspiciously quiet. I had no idea what to think!"

"Dammit, don't you ever try and take marriage advice from my dad--and boy, that's the last time I'll ever let him in on a secret." Mobius shook his head, laughing through his tears. "Loki, I love you. You don't have to protect me from this." He looked Loki in the face, his eyes full of raw emotion. "I want this. I want us. I've been waiting my whole life for you."

Loki's heart soared as he stepped closer, gently cupping Mobius's face in his hands. "I've been waiting my whole life for you, too."

They both laughed, overwhelmed by the rush of joy. Loki leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Mobius's lips, and Mobius melted into it, feeling like the happiest man on earth. When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting together, Mobius let out a breathy chuckle.

"So… is it a yes?" he asked belatedly, full of hope.

"What do you think?" Loki giggled, "Let's get married!"

"Yes!" Mobius grinned from ear to ear, his heart practically bursting.

With trembling hands, they exchanged rings, sliding them onto each other's fingers. The pair didn't match, not even remotely, but they were both so beautifully unique, each chosen with the other's taste and personality in mind. Loki admired the way his ring sparkled in the moonlight, and Mobius couldn't take his eyes off the intricate design of his own.

Overcome with excitement, Loki hugged Mobius tightly, then—without a second thought—lifted him right off the sand.

Mobius just laughed, letting it happen, his happiness overflowing. At that moment, everything was perfect.

They were engaged. They were going to get married.

And nothing else in the world mattered.

----

That night, as they walked through the door, Mobius and Loki had every intention of waiting until the next morning to break the news about their engagement. But the second they stepped inside, the sparkle of Mobi's new ring caught Chuck's eye, and that was it—the secret was out. Chuck lit up, and his excitement was infectious.

He cheered, hollering loud enough to wake the neighborhood. "My baby's getting married! Again!" he exclaimed, practically ready to sprint down the street and tell anyone who would listen.

Aayla gasped, tears of joy already filling her eyes, and rushed forward to hug Loki, whispering about how happy she was to welcome him into the family.

And even though they'd planned to tell the kids the next day, Chuck couldn't help himself. He marched right over to their room and woke them up, unable to contain his excitement.

Kevin and Sean were groggy but thrilled once they heard the news. Both boys ran up to hug Loki. Kevin, eyes wide, asked, "Does this mean you're, like, our stepdad now?"

Loki smiled, warmth flooding his chest. "If you'd like me to be, my darling, of course."

Sean, just as excited, chimed in, "This is awesome! Now we get to go to one of Dad's weddings! Everyone else has been to one. It's not fair!"

Mobius laughed, trying not to be offended. "That's because neither of you were born yet, buddy."

Sean giggled, and Loki pulled Mobius into a big hug. Suddenly, it turned into a giant group hug, with everyone squeezing in tightly, their hearts full of love and happiness.

Chuck insisted on a toast, and though juice boxes weren't exactly traditional, they felt just right for the moment. Between the kids, and Loki and Mobius having already indulged in plenty of wine, apple juice became the perfect celebratory drink.

As they all sipped on juice, Chuck, clearly moved by the moment, began to ramble. "Marriage… it's tricky," he admitted. "But y'know, something about this just feels right. I've got a good feeling. Mobi's finally found the one."

He kept talking, his emotions bubbling up. Then, out of nowhere, he disappeared for a moment and returned holding a small, worn portrait.

Mobius blinked, confused. "Where did you even find that?"

Chuck held up the tiny picture proudly. It was Mobius as a kindergartner, barely five years old, with his blonde hair, oversized glasses, and the sweetest, most innocent expression. He looked so small, so shy—utterly adorable. Loki's heart swelled at the sight. Seeing Mobius as a small child made it even clearer how much Sean and Kevin really were just mini versions of him. It was deeply endearing.

Chuck, tearing up a little, launched into a story to go along with the picture. "I know I tell that story about Mobi's first day of kindergarten all too much. How he was so scared... and I might've been even more afraid then he was. But I don't tell the end of that story nearly as much as I should. When I picked him up later that day... as nervous as he'd been that morning, he was all smiles by the time I came back. He told me about the things he learned, the kids he met. He lit up like I'd never seen before, just so full of life. I was so damn proud, I couldn't stop smiling the whole drive home." He chuckled softly, eyes misty.

"And now here you are," Chuck continued, his voice wavering. "Nearly fifty-somethin-odd-years, two divorces, and a hell of a lot of growin' later, you're getting another shot at happiness, with someone who truly sees you. It's just… I'm so proud, Mobius. Sometimes, you gotta let go to see what comes next. And look at you now. You've got everything you deserve."

Mobius thanked his dad, choking up as tears welled in his eyes. They shared a heartfelt hug, one that spoke of years of love, understanding, and hard-won happiness. It was exactly what Mobius needed to hear. The rest of the night unfolded peacefully, the air filled with warmth, love, and the quiet joy of a family celebrating together.

Little did they know, it would be the last of their quiet family moments for the rest of their vacation—but in the best way possible.

----

The very next day, it turned out Aayla couldn't wait to tell everyone she knew about the engagement. While she didn't have much family nearby, she had a lovely, tight-knit group of friends she'd built over the years after moving in with Chuck. Ladies from her old job, friends from her botanist circles, and even knitting group members—some of whom shared her cultural background, while others didn't. They were her chosen family, her sisters, and had been since Mobius lived there more than twenty years ago.

Loki soon discovered that on Mobius's dad and Aayla's side, he had a large found family filled with aunties and cousins. They received an outpouring of love—countless phone calls, visits, and well-wishes. Before they knew it, a last-minute potluck engagement party was in the works to gather everyone together.

Mobius hadn't expected it at all and was slightly worried that the influx of people might overwhelm Loki. But to his relief, Loki found the warmth and welcome of this extended family heartening. It was so special to him—the idea of a spontaneous, loving get-together in his honor made him feel more accepted than he ever had in his own family.

As they prepared for the gathering, the house buzzed with activity. Aayla happily chatted with Mobius about who was coming while Loki pitched in to help with the cooking. Despite Loki's self-proclaimed cooking skills, Aayla lovingly insisted on teaching him a few tricks. She guided him through the recipe for the same delicious dinner they'd shared on their first night in Florida, and Loki was touched that she was willing to share it with him. It felt like a gesture of trust and belonging.

Soon, the food was ready, and guests began to arrive. Loki was introduced to more people than he could keep track of, but every one of them was kind and welcoming. The house was filled with laughter, conversation, and the happy sounds of kids running around as the extended family fawned over the grandchildren and soon-to-be-wed couple.

The day passed in a joyful blur of introductions, stories, and well-wishes. Eventually, as the crowd thinned and the evening wound down, the immediate family made plans for a more intimate outing later that week before it was time for Mobius, Loki, and the kids to go back home—Chuck wanted to take them out on his boat.

A couple of days later, when they arrived at the marina, Loki was impressed by the sight of Chuck's prized possession. It was a beautiful Motoryacht, not too big or small, about the same size as a day boat and it was just perfect for a relaxing day out on the water with a small group of people. As they set sail, sipping champagne and enjoying the gentle waves, it felt like the perfect celebration. Chuck took plenty of pictures, wanting to capture every memory, and the mood was nothing short of euphoric. It was the perfect way to cap off their trip, full of excitement for the future.

Loki had gotten to know Mobius's family better, and the love and acceptance they'd received felt like a gift in itself. And as the adventure came to a close, neither of them felt too sad—because this wasn't an ending. It was a new beginning, a chapter in their lives together, and it was only just getting started.

As the vacation neared its end, Loki, Mobius, and Chuck were standing on the deck, enjoying the breeze and chatting about life, as one does after such an eventful week.

Chuck, always the conversationalist, was happily steering the discussion. "Has Mobi met your family yet, Loki?" he asked casually.

Loki nodded, sipping his champagne. "Yes, he knows my siblings fairly well. My parents, though… well, that's another story."

Chuck chuckled and hummed in understanding. "Yeah, sometimes it ain't too easy."

Mobius, distracted by the growing unease inside him, agreed absentmindedly. "We'll work it out in time."

As they stood on the deck chatting, Mobius suddenly felt a nagging sensation creeping in. Something was off—something important was slipping through his fingers.

Chuck looked at Mobius, his next question unintentionally delivering the gut punch Mobius hadn't been prepared for. "Hey, Loki's met your ma, right?"

And that's when it hit him.

Mobius's heart stopped. His stomach dropped and he felt a surge of severe nausea. Oh no. He froze on the spot, his face going pale as the weight of his forgotten responsibility crushed down on him. He hadn't told Erin—his mother. Loki had never met her.

This was a disaster.

His relationship with Erin might be strained, but they weren't estranged. He still loved her, despite the complicated dynamics. But Erin was not the type to adjust to surprises easily, especially not a sudden engagement. She needed time to process things. A lot of time. Mobius knew she'd never forgive him for accidentally hiding Loki—much less announcing that they were getting married without her ever knowing Loki existed.

In his mind, a torrent of fears and anxieties began churning. How could he have let this slip? How was he supposed to break this news to her now? What would she think? How would she react?

Loki noticed Mobius's sudden change in demeanor, frowning as he placed a gentle hand on Mobius's back. "Mobius? Are you alright? You've lost the color in your face."

Mobius tried to nod and push through the panic, but the nausea hit him hard. Without warning, he bent over the railing and lost his lunch over the side of the boat.

Loki's eyes went wide in shock, and he immediately rushed to hold Mobius's hair back. "Mobius! Oh gods--"

He didn't quite understand what had triggered Mobius's reaction, but he could figure out one thing— they were in a shit ton of trouble.

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Mobius's anxiety lingered stubbornly, casting a shadow over what should have been a perfect end to their trip. Although Chuck's encouraging words helped calm him down enough to enjoy the last couple of days in Florida, the knot in his stomach persisted. "One thing at a time," his dad had said. "Don't worry about your mom until after the vacation." Solid advice, but easier said than done. Mobius still spent the flight home replaying the situation in his head and getting tipsy enough to let it go—for a little while.

For about four days, he allowed himself some peace, trying not to let the thoughts of wedding planning come in too soon. But as the days passed, the anxiety came creeping back, like an old familiar weight he could never fully shake. He knew for sure that nothing could move forward—not the planning, not the future he wanted with Loki—until his mother, Erin, knew about Loki and was able to meet him.

Telling her over the phone felt wrong. He needed to face her in person, despite how deeply that thought terrified him. Asking his brother if he'd be willing to help him host Erin was the first step, and thankfully, Torus agreed. They both knew she was overdue for a visit, and Mobius braced himself for the inevitable lecture they'd get for not inviting her sooner.

When they contacted her, Loki gave them space to handle the conversation, keeping the kids entertained in the background. Erin's response, while typically reserved, was as positive as it got. She appreciated the invitation and informed them she had a free week in August. Visiting her sons, she said, would be "an acceptable use of her few days of leisure."

Mobius couldn't help but laugh at how clinical she made it sound, but it was a good sign. For Erin, this was excitement. As he and Torus hashed out the details, Loki couldn't help but find her demeanor a little... odd. Mobius assured him that's just how their mom was. The news was good, at least, but the wait? That would be the hardest part.

----

The weeks leading up to Erin's visit were rough—maybe the most turbulent Mobius had experienced in over a year. Anxiety attacks plagued him, coming in waves that seemed impossible to stop. Loki watched with the utmost care, always by his side, but it pained him to see his love like this. Mobius reassured him it would probably subside after she arrived, assuming they could remain on good terms, but the anticipation of her arrival was tormenting him. Now, Loki once again found himself in the position of calming Mobius's nerves.

One evening, Loki found Mobius sitting on the bed, overwhelmed and spiraling. He hadn't eaten all day, and his fingers fidgeted nervously through his hair. Loki approached carefully, sitting beside him and speaking in the gentle tone Mobius needed. "Darling, can you hear me?"

Mobius didn't look up but nodded faintly.

"Just listen to my voice. Everything will be alright. I'm here, okay? Let's try to get grounded again." Loki's voice was steady, knowing that pulling Mobius out of his head was the first step.

Mobius whispered, his voice shaking, "It's too quiet…"

Loki knew immediately what to do. The deep silence was never a friend to Mobius's anxiety. Loki stood and checked on the kids downstairs to make sure they were settled while he fetched a standing fan to bring for Mobius. Then he shut the bedroom door and turned it on. The comforting hum filled the space, and he directed the breeze toward Mobius, watching as he finally took a deeper breath and relaxed a little.

"Focus on your senses," Loki said softly. "Can you feel the air?"

Mobius nodded, and Loki gently pressed, "Is it nice?"

Mobius met Loki's gaze, tears gathering in his eyes, and nodded again. "Yes… I—I'm sorry… I just can't stop thinking about everything."

Loki grazed his hands gently and the touch was grounding. "You never have to apologize for your anxiety. I know you get stuck in loops sometimes, even if the reason doesn't feel extreme. It's okay. I'll help you out."

Over their year together, Loki had learned exactly what Mobius needed to calm down in moments like these. After dimming the lights and closing the blinds, he draped Mobius's weighted blanket over him and sat beside him, combing his fingers through Mobius's hair. "Talk it out," Loki encouraged, knowing Mobius needed to voice his fears to break their hold. And so he did—laying out every worry, every fear about his mother's visit and the wedding they hadn't been able to plan.

Loki listened intently, gently helping Mobius unravel his thoughts until, at last, Mobius's mind couldn't catastrophize anymore. A small laugh escaped him when Loki playfully pointed out how some of his worries were a bit overblown. It was a good sign.

Loki smiled warmly and asked, "Think you might be able to manage some lavender tea for your nerves?"

Mobius nodded again, and Loki slipped away to make the tea, bringing back a few cookies and a sliced peach-- a couple of Mobius's safe foods.

Once Mobius sipped the tea and nibbled on a cookie, Loki was relieved. They sat together in peaceful silence for a while, the worst of the anxiety lessening.

But then Mobius spoke again, he felt nothing but guilt. "Loki… I'm really sorry you're stuck with me like this. We shouldn't be worrying about my mom—we should be planning our wedding. I hate that I've had to push our plans back."

Loki placed a reassuring hand on Mobius's arm. "It's alright, dear. We take things one step at a time. I don't mind waiting. Your family is important to you, and it's okay if we need to take some extra steps."

Mobius nodded, but the weight of his guilt remained. "I just wish it was different…"

Seeing the longing in Mobius's eyes, Loki sensed the real frustration—the one Mobius hadn't said aloud. Mobius, himself was dying to plan the wedding. Loki thought for a moment, then spoke softly, offering a way forward. "Maybe we don't have to wait to plan for everything."

Mobius looked up, curious. "What do you mean?"

Loki smiled gently. "We could at least pick a location… Right? Nothing more than that. Surely, when you tell your mother we're getting married, it would be helpful to have a location in mind so she can know as soon as possible."

A small smile tugged at Mobius's lips. This was exactly the loophole his brain needed to unlock the possibility of wedding planning. He nodded, his expression brightening slightly. "You're right... Yeah… let's pick a location."

"Wonderful," Loki smiled and leaned closer, still smiling. "So, what were you thinking?"

Mobius paused, thinking things over. He hadn't really considered many specifics, but he said, "Well, I wouldn't mind getting married anywhere you want, as long as it's not somewhere I've already been married or honeymooned before."

Loki gave a quick nod, agreeing. "Yes, of course. We definitely can't have that. Any other thoughts?"

Mobius shook his head, "Not yet. What about you?"

Loki's eyes lit up, clearly excited. "Well, I've had millions of thoughts, but it really depends on whether you'd want a large ceremony or a small one, given that you've been through this twice already."

Mobius leaned in, gently taking Loki's hand. "Don't you worry about me, sugar. Sure, it might be my third wedding, but it's your first. If you want to go all out, plan it however you like—go full groomzilla—I don't mind. The only thing we'll have to figure out is how to pay for it. But this is your chance to have your dream wedding."

Loki blinked, pleasantly surprised but also relieved. He had been prepared to fully embrace his inner groomzilla, but hearing Mobius's reassurance made it all feel possible. "Thank the gods you said that," Loki grinned, "because I do already have some plans."

Mobius leaned in, eager. "Oh, spill! I'm all ears."

Loki's excitement grew as he said, "I've been thinking about a destination wedding, but I'd prefer to keep it somewhere in North America. If we go overseas, I know my family will try to force us to have it in Norway—and there's no way I'm getting married in the palace." He shuddered at the thought, adding, "It would just be another way for my father to try and control me."

Mobius chuckled, though part of him couldn't help but think a palace wedding sounded amazing. Still, he trusted Loki's instincts and nodded. "Fair enough."

Loki continued, "Besides, my parents paid for Thor's wedding, and that was a million-dollar affair that looked like it was set in the actual Valhalla banquet hall. My mother promised when it was my turn, she'd make sure my father forked over the funding. So… cost isn't really an issue."

Mobius had no idea Thor and Jane had such a magical ceremony, though it does figure they'd want to throw as much money as possible toward Odin's favorite son's wedding. Rich people always want to impress their peers, maybe it had to do with that. Mobius thought about it some more as Loki pulled out his phone, excitedly and he scrolled through his list of venues.

"Alright, here are some ideas. Let me know if any of these appeal to you." Loki started, "First on the list, the Plaza Hotel in New York. It'd be a larger ceremony, but I adore the elegance of it. Absolutely beautiful, and cost-wise we'd be looking at around 100k, but surely if my father is willing to spend a million on one day for my brother, hopefully, he'd gift me at least a tenth of what I equally deserve."

Mobius blinked, taken aback by the price tag. "A hundred thousand?"

Loki grinned and nodded, showing Mobius pictures of the venue. "But look at it—it's stunning!"

Mobius examined the images, unable to deny how beautiful the Plaza looked. He sighed, however, his face softening into a frown. "As lovely as it seems... um, Brad and I actually had our ceremony at a hotel in New York. Not that one and definitely not as fancy, but still pretty pricey. He wanted to impress the few people that were invited."

Loki's smile immediately vanished. "Oh. Well, ew! I'll scratch that off the list right away. No way we're getting married anywhere that reminds you of him."

Mobius let out a grateful laugh. "Thank you. What else do you have?"

Loki continued, "Next up, the Four Seasons Resort in Lanai, Hawaii. After spending some time in Florida, I started thinking a tropical wedding could be nice. Warm weather, beach views… obviously we'd get to enjoy the resorts many amenities, as well."

Mobius cringed apologetically. "I'm so sorry, but... Melissa and I honeymooned in Hawaii." He shook his head, his expression turning distraught. "She flirted with the tour guide the entire trip. I didn't even realize it until years later."

Loki's nose wrinkled in distaste. "Ugh—nope, scratch that too. We're not going anywhere with her energy." He scrolled through his phone again. "Next idea. What about the Emerald Isle Hotel & Spa in the Canadian Rockies? It's got this gorgeous winter wonderland vibe. Imagine a snowy wedding, fur-trimmed capes, hot cocoa by the fire…"

Mobius groaned softly, burying his face in the blanket. "Ugh..."

Loki sighed exasperated, "Oh, dear. What now?"

Mobius whined pathetically and then mumbled the story into the blankets, "Brad took me there once... we were supposed to go skiing all week but I kinda sucked at it, so the next day, he went without me... then it turned out the whole thing was just a ploy to try and get me to show up for a shoot I didn't agree to so I could start an international career I didn't want," Mobius abruptly stopped, sighing and sitting up, "I'm sorry... I guess I took and then ruined all of the good venues already."

Loki's jaw clenched in anger, wanting to once again wring Brad's neck for the way he treated Mobius. But, as he glanced over at his fiance, he noticed something. He was telling these stories without flinching or getting sick to his stomach like he used to. He was healing, moving past the pain. Loki felt a surge of pride for him, despite the simmering anger toward Brad.

Reaching out, Loki gently patted Mobius's back. "It's alright, darling. We'll find something perfect. Don't you feel bad, you didn't ruin anything. You're an angel, my dear, and I swear we'll find the perfect place that the both of us deserve."

Mobius looked up, his expression warm and grateful, and he knew they'd eventually land on the right place—one without any lingering feelings of the past.

----

Any kind of wedding plans unfortunately were forgotten as Mobius had started preparing days in advance for Erin's visit. He and Loki had scrubbed the house until it was spotless, and Mobius even rearranged the furniture in a way that felt strangely unfamiliar but he was sure would be better for some reason. He'd gone out and bought all of her favorite foods, double-checking the pantry and fridge to make sure everything was perfectly organized. Despite all the effort, Mobius couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't enough, so for what felt like the fifth time, on the day of her arrival, he gathered the kids together in the living room.

"Hey, you guys, Gramma's coming to visit soon," he announced.

"Yeah, we know…" Sean replied, dragging out his words. He sighed dramatically. "Ugh, Gramma Erin... She always tells us how our toys are too dangerous and asks us way too many questions about school."

Mobius gave him a sympathetic look. "I know, buddy, but it's just for a week. We can get through this." He took a deep breath and then said, "I've got a very important favor to ask both of you. Please, no YouTube while she's here, alright? I can't have her seeing that meme stuff. She'd probably run away screaming or give me a two-hour lecture on appropriate entertainment for kids."

Kevin whined. "Not even clean Vines? Or cat videos?"

"No. If it's not educational, you can't watch it while she's here. Look, you don't have to put on PBS or anything, but it just has to have some kinda angle. Like, you could even watch something about age-appropriate video games and if she asks, just give her some excuse that it's teaching you about programming or something."

Sean raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes. "Oh, so you want us to bullshit Gramma into thinking you're a good father?"

Mobius let out a long, defeated sigh. He had no energy to deal with Sean's backchat right now. "You know what? Yeah. Just do that. Act like I'm the best dad ever and that you guys are never bad. Just... be decent people, please."

Kevin crossed his arms, copying Sean's attitude as he asked, "Well, what's in it for us?"

Mobius blinked, caught off guard. He couldn't believe it, but he was actually considering bribing his own kids. As he absentmindedly reached for his wallet, Loki swept into the room just in time, immediately putting a stop to the situation.

"Absolutely not," Loki said, using a firm tone as he stepped between them. "What's in it for you two boys is that you'll be making this visit easier on your father, and in return, you won't be grounded for being disrespectful. Understood?"

The boys exchanged glances, realizing they wouldn't be winning this battle. Loki continued, "I support the business savvy and bold attitudes, my darlings, but please—if I've taught you anything, remember there's a time and place for that sort of thing. We don't want to exploit our loved ones. Those who we actually like, at least."

At this, Sean and Kevin both grumbled but nodded, knowing better than to push their luck with Loki.

Loki raised an eyebrow, satisfied. "Good. Now shoo—go watch your horrible memes and whatever other wretched videos while you still have time."

The boys scrambled out of the room, eager to take advantage of their remaining freedom. Once they were gone, Mobius gave Loki a grateful smile. "Thank you. A lot. I guess I really could use some good backup sometimes."

"Anything to help," Loki replied warmly. He looked around the house, noting how Mobius had been running himself ragged. "Have you got anything else I can assist with? You've been running around all day."

Mobius ran a hand through his hair, looking nearly deranged with how nervous he was. "I think I've gotten everything done. Made her some iced tea just the way she likes it, and it's sitting in the fridge. Brought out the good glassware from the cabinets since she only drinks from clear cups." He paused, suddenly remembering. "There aren't any more daggers or decorative weapons around where the kids could reach them, right?"

Loki smiled, shaking his head. "No, love. I've put them all away. Everything is secure."

"Good, good…" Mobius sighed with relief. "Alright, so, the plan. Torus is picking her up from the airport down there, then he's going to help her check into the hotel, then we'll meet here, and we're all supposed to have a late lunch together. I got her favorite sandwiches from that restaurant she liked the last time she visited—hopefully, they haven't changed their recipe, or else we're in trouble... and I set the cookies out in an airtight container..." He trailed off, mentally ticking items off his list. "Anyway, if lunch goes well enough—however that conversation goes—as long as she doesn't want to immediately go home, then I'll take her back to her hotel."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so she won't be staying with Torus?"

Mobius shook his head. "No, if it was Dad and Aayla, then sure. But with Ma, the best way to show her she's welcome is for us to pay for her stay at one of her ‘few acceptable hotels.' Trust me, it's better for everyone. You don't want her here 24/7, and hotels are the only places where she can actually relax. If it's nice enough, she'll be waited on, and she won't have too much to criticize." He rubbed his temples, groaning. "Ugh, I just feel bad for the poor hotel staff. The second they see ‘Dr. Erin Collins' checked in, they're gonna be like, ‘ugh, her again?'"

Loki chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension. "Well, uh oh, now I'm getting a bit scared myself."

Mobius offered a wry smile. "Don't be scared. She'll sense it and think you're hiding something. Be confident, but not too confident. She hates overconfidence." Despite his attempt to reassure Loki, Mobius had also bombarded him with a laundry list of guidelines and directions.

"Be polite, call her 'Dr. Collins' or 'ma'am.' Remember, don't be too pushy, or she'll think you're a criminal. But, don't be too quiet, or she'll think you're weird."

Still, Mobius trusted Loki's ability to navigate this delicate situation—after all, Loki had grown up with etiquette lessons and high-society expectations. If anyone could handle this, it was him.

Loki blinked, processing the tightrope act he was about to walk. "Okay... I suppose I can manage that."

Mobius placed a hand on Loki's arm, his eyes softening. "I believe in you. We can do this." But then, just as quickly, Mobius's face paled, and a wave of nausea surged through him. He pressed a hand to his mouth. "Oh god, we can't do this! She's gonna be pissed. She's gonna hate everything."

Loki took hold of Mobius's shoulders, gently steadying him. "Darling, we'll be okay. Please, don't work yourself up like this." His voice was calm and reassuring. "I can manage myself, and I'll be here for you. We'll keep her happy."

Mobius's breath shuddered as he looked at Loki. "You're right. I know you're right. I'm just... so tired of feeling like I'm walking on eggshells around her."

Loki nodded sympathetically, "I understand. It's not easy dealing with someone so... special. But, we'll handle it." As much as he tried to comfort Mobius, Loki could feel his own nerves spiraling. The thought of facing Erin was daunting, and the more he considered it, the more anxious he became.

To calm himself, Loki reached for a few of the cookies Mobius had baked earlier, stress-eating as his thoughts raced. He regretted not having bought a gift for Erin, unsure how to make a good impression on a woman who seemed impossible to please.

The two busied themselves with more last-minute organizing, adjusting cushions, and straightening picture frames, until Mobius's phone buzzed. He glanced at it and paled slightly. "Oh shit, they're almost here," he muttered, panicking slightly.

The kids, sensing the tension, took the opportunity to slip outside, leaving Mobius and Loki alone in the house. Loki felt his own anxiety surge, and he looked down at himself, suddenly self-conscious. "Oh dear—should I change?" he asked, noting the midi skirt he was wearing. It wasn't the most traditional outfit for meeting a critical in-law.

Mobius looked at him, barely pausing before he shrugged. "No—why? You look great."

"Oh... alright then," Loki murmured, a little surprised but comforted by Mobius's quick reassurance. He decided to keep the skirt on, but as they waited for Erin's arrival, he could practically hear Mobius's heartbeat in the tense silence.

A sharp knock at the door broke the tension in the room, and Mobius froze. He looked pale as if he might pass out. Loki watched him, heart pounding in sympathy before Mobius finally moved toward the door.

After a moment of composing himself, Mobius opened it to reveal Torus standing on the porch, but there was no sign of Erin. His brother offered him a quick, apologetic look. Before Mobius could ask, he spotted a familiar small, well-put-together figure stepping out from behind Torus.

"Hey, Mom, good to see you, again" Mobius greeted with the utmost politeness, though his voice was a bit tight. He stepped aside to let her in, and that's when Loki finally got his first look at her.

Erin Collins was a small woman, barely reaching five-foot-four, and that was with the help of the little heels she wore. She was slight, almost delicate in stature, but every inch of her was impeccably put together in a muted academic style. Her vintage blouse was neatly tucked into a long, pleated skirt. The entire ensemble matched the Audrey-style hat she held in one manicured hand, while the other held a handbag. Even her hair had that "old money" style with light blonde professionally blended with grey. Her glasses sat perched on her nose with vintage frames that looked like they hadn't changed since 1972. Nothing about her screamed modern, but somehow, the consistency of her style had rendered her... timeless.

Erin barely acknowledged Mobius's greeting. She looked up at him with a critical eye, her steely blue gaze sharp behind those old-fashioned glasses. "Yes, it's been a real long time. Much too long, Möbius." Her voice carried a Texan drawl that softened her words just enough to make them sting less—if only slightly.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry we haven't made this work sooner," Mobius replied, his voice humble, almost boyish in its deference. "But... maybe you'd like to come have a seat and join us for lunch so we can catch up? I'm sure you're probably tired from traveling all day."

Erin's expression shifted into one of irritation as she scrutinized her son. "I'm not tired. Why? Do I look tired?" she asked, challenging him.

"N-no, Mom," Mobius stammered, backtracking quickly. "I just have some news to tell you, and someone I'd like you to meet."

Erin didn't respond immediately. She blinked slowly, then looked around the entryway, her eyes scanning over the surroundings in silent judgment. After a moment, she adjusted her glasses again, and her stare zeroed in on Loki, pinning him with a glare that made him feel like a misbehaving child.

"Who's that?" she asked, her tone as sharp as her stare.

Mobius forced a smile, hoping to keep things calm. "Ma, this is Loki. But why don't we just sit down first, would that be alright? So we can all get acquainted."

Erin huffed, clearly unimpressed, but she relented. "Fine," she muttered, stepping further inside.

Loki came forward, trying to maintain his composure despite the growing anxiety in his chest. "It's lovely to finally meet you, Dr. Collins," he said, warm and polite. "May I take your hat and handbag?"

Erin looked him up and down, then she handed over her hat as though it physically pained her to do so, but she kept her handbag close, clutching it as if she feared Loki might run off with it. Loki sensed the need for caution and took only the hat, setting it aside safely by the door, then he gestured for her to come sit down at the kitchen nook where they had fancy napkins and glassware waiting for her along with lunch.

As he led her over, Loki overheard Torus and Mobius in a troubling hushed exchange.

"Y'all get here alright?" Mobius whispered.

"No. Hell no," Torus replied, keeping his voice low. "I just sat through an hour of backseat driving, deeply personal criticism, and Ricky Nelson songs. I need to go outside and have a smoke, man. I'm sorry."

"No—you can't leave me with her," Mobius hissed, desperately.

Torus sighed. "I'm so sorry. I'll be back in a bit. I just need a minute."

Mobius hesitated, then relented with a sigh. "Fine, fine—but no smoking. I think the kids are out back."

Torus nodded, "Oh, I'll just hang out with them instead." And with that, he was gone, leaving Mobius to face their mom alone.

Mobius stood there, wide-eyed and muttering under his breath, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Realizing he had no other choice, Mobius steeled himself and plastered on his best good-boy smile. He followed after Loki and Erin to the table, where his mother waited.

They were seated in the kitchen nook, the tension hanging thick in the air. Mobius carefully poured a glass of iced tea for his mother, while Loki brought out the neatly arranged sandwiches from the 'acceptable' restaurant. Erin took a polite sip of the tea, but the food remained untouched.

"So, how was your flight?" Mobius asked, forcing a polite smile.

"It was fine," Erin replied, her voice was clipped and formal. "Minimal turbulence. But, I didn't feel safe during the car ride over. Torus doesn't signal nearly long enough before turning, and frankly, his driving is completely reckless."

Mobius offered a sympathetic nod. "Yeah, sounds... terrifying." His fingers fidgeted against the table. "You look nice, Mom. Well-rested. Are you doing good?"

Erin's gaze softened just a fraction as she replied with a measured tone, "My health is in check, yes. And I've been doing well recently." She paused, understanding this is typically the part where she should toss a compliment back. But with Erin, nothing is ever that simple. "You look healthy as well, but... terribly thin. Usually, you sit slightly overweight."

That was more observation than compliment. Mobius wasn't sure how to respond. Coming from Erin, 'healthy' was about the highest praise she could offer. He hesitated, then managed, "Thank you... I guess..." before quickly steering the conversation in a safer direction. "So, can I get you any fresh fruit? We have peaches."

Her eyes narrowed at him, and with a sharpness that sent a chill through the room, she snapped, "Möbius. Enough with the avoidant small talk. If you don't tell me who this stranger is sitting beside me, I'm leaving. I feel unsafe."

"No, don't—don't leave," Mobius stammered, a rush of panic overtaking his composure. "I'm sorry, I—"

Loki sensed that this needed to be handled quickly and stepped in. He smiled softly, putting his hand forward. "Dr. Collins, I'm Loki, as Mobius said before."

Erin's eyes flicked down to Loki's outstretched hand but she made no move to take it. "Loki, what?" she pressed.

"Loki Friggason," he answered calmly.

After a moment of processing, she reached out and returned the handshake. Her grip was surprisingly firm. Loki held back a wince.

As he looked at her up close, Loki could finally see the shared family traits more clearly. So, this is where Mobius's genes came from, huh? Erin had the same piercing blue eyes as Mobius and her full lips were painted in a shade that perfectly complemented her complexion. She really did hold a beauty that hadn't faded with age, it's no wonder one of her sons grew up to be a model. But more than the physical resemblance, Loki saw Mobius in her expressions—the stern set of her jaw, the subtle frown of concentration. The way she bristled when something didn't go her way. He understood instantly that Erin wasn't the type of person who'd respond well to flattery as a form of breaking the tension. She was someone who valued directness.

"Well," Loki started, deciding to push things forward, "I've known your son for quite some time now, ma'am. And, um—"

He glanced at Mobius, who picked up the cue with a deep breath. "Mom, Loki is my partner. We're… together. I brought you here because I wanted you to meet him."

Erin's face remained unreadable as her gaze darted between the two men. She let a long pause stretch out before speaking, her voice devoid of any warmth. "I didn't realize you were pursuing intimate relationships again."

Mobius let out a quiet sigh, unsure of what else to say. "Well… neither did I, honestly. It just sort of happened. It was a surprise."

Erin's brow furrowed, her eyes narrowing at Loki with an even colder scrutiny. "You didn't meet on one of those… online programs, did you? He could be a scammer, Möbius. There are people out there who prey on the innocent."

Loki blinked, genuinely taken aback by how blunt she was. He didn't even have time to react before she kept going.

"You've always been a bit... naive. More so than your brother. Please don't tell me you've invited a scam artist into your home where your children live," Erin said, her tone biting, as if Loki wasn't sitting right there.

"Mom, no." Mobius protested, exasperated. "We didn't meet online, and Loki's not a scammer. Gosh—I'm not a kid anymore. I think I'd know by now if I was dating one."

Erin scoffed and looked away, "As if your advanced age has ever prevented you from being susceptible to petty cruelty."

Mobius sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn't believe this was happening. "Listen. Loki isn't a scammer or a criminal and he's definitely not cruel. We've been together for over a year now, and… we're in love with each other. He's helped me through some really hard times, and changed my life, actually. And… We have more news."

Loki watched as Mobius braced himself, taking a deep breath.

"Mom, we're engaged."

The words hung in the air like a bomb, ticking.

Erin slowly leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, and she raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

"We're engaged," Mobius repeated, trying to keep his voice steady.

Silence.

Erin didn't speak, but her stare spoke volumes. The way she looked at Mobius, even without raising her voice, sent shivers through the room. It was an expression Mobius had known all his life. It was the look that screamed disappointment without saying a word.

Loki felt like he was watching a master at work. He shifted uncomfortably, thinking, Oh gods, she's literally terrifying.

Erin's silence stretched on, a tension so thick it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

"Mom—" Mobius began, trying to find a way to diffuse the situation.

But Erin interrupted him, her voice cold and decisive. "Möbius, you cannot, under any circumstances, get married again. This is highly reckless."

Mobius sighed. He'd been expecting this. "How?" he asked, though he already knew what was coming.

"Listen to me," she said, leaning forward as if she were about to deliver a lecture. "41% of first marriages end in divorce, and you didn't beat those odds. 60% of second marriages end in divorce, and you couldn't defy those odds either. Now, according to the rules of conditional probability, what chances does that give you of surviving a third marriage, hm? You should know this—it's elementary statistics." She proceeded to throw a few more numbers at him with a speed that Loki could hardly keep up with.

Mobius sighed, already doing the math in his head. He mumbled the answer, "…73.4%."

"Yes, exactly," Erin confirmed with a nod. "So what are we doing here? Call it off. It would be positively irresponsible for you to put your children through another divorce just because you feel like you're in love with a scammer."

Loki, who had been holding his tongue, finally had to say at least something to defend himself. "I'm not a scammer, ma'am. I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of Mobius," he said firmly. He was also quietly impressed that Mobius had done the calculations so quickly. No wonder it takes him no time at all to calculate the tip when they go out to dinner.

But Mobius was heating up, and he looked at Loki with a determined expression. "I'm sorry, I knew this was going to lead to a debate, but I came prepared."

"Oh, did you, now?" Erin responded, arching an eyebrow, her tone almost mocking.

"Yes, ma'am, I sure did," Mobius replied, gathering himself. "Mom, the last time you threw statistics at me, you were completely wrong. Do you remember that?"

Erin's eyes narrowed. "Hm? Show your receipts."

"I don't need to show you my receipts," Mobius retorted, gesturing around the room. "This whole house we're sitting in is my receipt. Do you remember how I got it? I quit my office job. And after I quit and told you I was going to follow my dream to become a power sports salesman, you sent me an entire fifty-page study on how the odds were stacked against me, how I was going to go broke and fail. On top of that, you went out of your way to use my situation to teach a summer course on statistics. There's probably like forty people out there who wrote their own mathematical essays based on the data you stole from my life."

Erin remained silent, her lips pursed.

"And then guess what happened?" Mobius continued, his voice rising with frustration. "You, plus those forty other math savants, were proven wrong because, as you can see, my house is the biggest on the block. I'm successful, Mom. And you were dead wrong."

Erin huffed and looked away, mumbling, "Technically, I wasn't wrong… It was just an anomaly…"

Mobius couldn't help but laugh, though it was filled with exasperation. "You just can't, for one second, entertain the thought that maybe I know what's best in my life? I've gotten this far… two kids… a big house… jet skis… a new fiancé. How much more is it going to take before you can acknowledge that I'm doing well?"

Erin fidgeted with her pearls, refusing to meet his gaze. It was clear that she wasn't going to give him the validation he sought, at least not now. Mobius knew it was useless to push any further, so he stood up and said, "The boys are probably hungry… I'm going to go bring them a few sandwiches." He grabbed a couple plus an extra for Torus, too since apparently he wasn't coming back inside at all. He glanced at Loki, wondering if he wanted to join him, but Loki stayed firmly seated with a determined look on his face. He had a plan.

As Mobius left the room, Loki found himself alone with Erin, ready to take on the challenge of trying to bridge the gap between them.

Loki observed her closely, noting the signs of her anxiety—she was fidgeting with her pearls, her breaths coming short and fast, and her eyes darting around with a mixture of fear and worry as she observed everything yet absorbed nothing. It was a familiar sight, one he frequently sees in Mobius when the weight of the world seems to press down on him.

"Dr. Collins?" Loki ventured.

No response.

He tried again, "Ma'am?"

Still nothing.

"Miss Erin?" Loki's tone softened, coaxing.

Erin snapped her head up, her eyes wide with a terrified look. She clutched her purse tightly, her knuckles going white.

"Everything is okay," Loki reassured her gently. "I know you're worried, and there are probably a million thoughts racing through your mind right now, but can we talk about it? Perhaps we can come to an understanding."

Erin's expression twisted, anger and fear clouding her features. "I don't like you," she spat.

Loki remained unruffled. "That's alright. You don't have to like me. You only have to tolerate me, just as I only have to tolerate you. But can we discuss why you don't like me?"

Erin's eyes narrowed as she tossed her thoughts at him. "You must be manipulating my Möbius. It's disgraceful... slinking in here with your smooth words and pretty face, twisting my Möbius around your little finger. How dare you two ambush me with this so-called engagement and expect me to just smile and nod like some fool? I'm not the bad guy here for being upset. This isn't fair, and I don't trust you—not one bit. I can see right through you, and I'm not falling for it. Not for a second."

Loki sighed softly, his tone polite but firm. "Dr., I understand your concern, but let me assure you—I'm not manipulating Mobius. What we have is genuine, and I would never disrespect him by playing with his feelings. Mobius isn't upset because you're anxious, he's upset because you refuse to see that he's capable of making his own decisions. He's not a child anymore, and all he's asking for is your respect and trust in his judgment. I'm here because I care for him deeply, not because I have some hidden agenda."

"Well, I don't trust his judgment," Erin shot back, her voice trembling with frustration. "And I certainly don't trust you. I don't know you."

Loki took a different approach, his voice calm and steady. "Why don't you get to know me, then? I know we've just met, but feel free to ask me anything you like. Talk through your anxieties, no matter how catastrophic they may seem. I won't be offended, and I give you my word—I'll answer truthfully."

Erin studied him for any signs of deception, then prompted, "How do I know you won't lie?"

"I have no need to lie," Loki replied smoothly. "This is merely a means to an end. I want to make Mobius happy. And for him to be happy, I need to be at peace with you. And in order to be at peace with you, you need to trust me, correct?"

Erin hesitated and her posture was stiff, but Loki could see that his words were beginning to work their way into her thoughts. She huffed, reluctant to admit she was softening. "Fine…"

"Good," Loki said with a small, encouraging smile. "Go ahead, then."

Erin began her line of questioning cautiously, starting with the basics. Her first question was simple. "Is Loki Friggason your real name?"

Loki answered honestly, explaining that while his name was indeed Loki, he had once changed his surname from Odinson to Friggason. The reason? A lifelong strain in his relationship with his father, while he remained close to his mother, Frigga. Erin seemed to accept this answer, nodding slightly, but the atmosphere quickly shifted as she moved on to more serious concerns. She asked him anything from personal matters to more superficial ones, even going as far as asking if he'd ever been sent to a juvenile correctional facility while he was growing up. Damn, she's thorough.

Eventually, Erin asked a pivotal question, "How do I know you're not just in this for my son's money?"

Loki scoffed lightly, flipping his hair in a characteristically proud gesture. "My family is incredibly wealthy, ma'am. If anything, Mobius would have to be in it for the money." His words were delivered with a smirk, but his honesty was clear.

Loki could feel the weight behind her words, and the questions began to pile up. Erin's inquiries weren't random—they started to reveal a pattern. She probed deeper, asking if Loki had ever manipulated people, lied to Mobius, or hurt anyone in the past. The more she questioned him, the clearer it became to Loki that Erin's concerns weren't merely about him being a stranger or even an outsider. No, this was something much more personal.

Each new query seemed to echo the hurtful actions of Mobius's former partners, Brad and Melissa. It dawned on Loki that Erin wasn't just protecting Mobius from a potential scammer or looking for reasons to dislike Loki—she was terrified of watching her son be hurt again, after having been taken advantage of so many times before. It was no wonder she seemed so overbearing, Mobius had been through enough, and Erin wasn't willing to see it happen again.

And just like that, as Loki continued to give her all the right answers, something shifted between them. Erin's fierce skepticism began to soften, though her protective instincts never fully vanished. She was convinced now—Loki wasn't some scheming villain out to take advantage of Mobius. He wasn't perfect, and she'd never be fully rid of her suspicions, but in that moment, she started to believe that Loki wasn't here to do harm. He had his flaws and was a little shady, sure—but was he evil? No. At least, not today.

As the conversation continued, Erin's questions eventually softened again. "And what about your education? Do you have a degree of any kind?"

"Yes, ma'am," Loki responded with a respectful nod. "I earned my Master's degree in Business at the University of Oxford."

Erin's eyebrows shot up, a genuine smile beginning to form on her face—a rare sight since she'd arrived. "Oh? You went to Oxford?"

"I did," Loki confirmed, feeling a touch of pride swell within him. "Graduated with honors, as well. I received my degree with the intention of securing a high corporate seat at my father's business headquarters in New Asgard."

Erin was clearly impressed. The more Loki spoke, the more her guarded demeanor seemed to relax. She liked hearing that he came from a solid educational background and that he had big ambitions. But just as she was starting to warm up to the idea, Loki added, "Unfortunately, that didn't exactly work out as planned, but now I own my own successful business—a bookshop."

Erin blinked, her surprise turning into something akin to admiration. "Oh my, you're a business owner, too?"

Loki felt a surge of fulfillment as he saw how his words were affecting her. Erin actually looked pleased, almost happy, and he knew at that moment he'd successfully won her over.

Just then, the sliding door to the backyard, and Mobius stepped back in. He paused at the doorway, his eyes widening in surprise. He had been preparing himself to face his mother again, but what he saw took him completely off guard. Loki and Erin were... getting along? He couldn't help but smile as he watched them interact. Somehow, Loki had managed to win his mother over—at least to some extent. Loki was speaking happily about his education and his business, and Erin was genuinely engaged, even impressed.

Loki caught sight of Mobius standing there and broke into a broad grin. "Oh, darling! I think she likes me now," he said with a chuckle.

Erin, still somewhat guarded, replied, "Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say I like him, but I certainly don't dislike him... or distrust him completely."

Mobius's heart swelled with happiness. This was more than he had hoped for. "So, you support the wedding?" he asked.

"Oh goodness, no. I couldn't possibly," Erin said, shaking her head.

Mobius's smile faltered. "So you're not going to come?"

"No, I'll come," Erin replied quickly. "I'd love to come, should you invite me."

"Okay," Mobius said, regaining some of his optimism. "Are you going to participate in planning? Meet Loki's parents?"

"Yes," Erin confirmed, her tone still cautious.

Loki, catching on to her act added, "If I invite you to come dress shopping, will you attend?"

"Of course, I would," Erin replied, almost sounding insulted by the suggestion that she wouldn't.

"And during the ceremony, you aren't planning on standing up to object, are you?" Loki asked.

"Absolutely not. What do you take me for?" Erin responded, taking offense. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Mobius chuckled. "Momma... I think you support my wedding." His words wavered with emotion and he had tears welling up in his eyes.

Erin quickly interjected, "Boy, don't you put words into my mouth." But there was a small, almost reluctant smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Mobius's voice was soft, almost pleading. "Could I hug you? Please?"

Erin hesitated for a moment before shrugging slightly and rising from her chair. She nodded, giving him the slightest of permissions. Mobius moved forward and embraced her, a quick, awkward hug that was somehow incredibly sweet.

Erin rolled her eyes as they pulled apart. "You're so emotional, just like your father," she remarked.

Loki felt a brief flash of irritation but quickly brushed it off. For a woman who holds herself high, she could be quite hypocritical. Yet, how could he be upset when Mobius was giggling like that, his face glowing with happiness? Loki realized that Erin's comment was just her way of expressing affection—grudging though it may be. And as much as Loki might have wanted to be mad, he couldn't. Not when Mobius was so clearly over the moon.

Mobius practically bounced on his feet. "Wow, I can't believe this was so easy! I don't know what I was so worried about."

But Erin wasn't done. She gave her son a look that tempered his excitement, then turned back to Loki. She had to look up at him, her small stature making the moment almost comical, yet somehow, she remained the more intimidating presence.

"Hold on just a minute," she warned, stepping closer to Loki. "I will be attending the wedding, but you better believe, this ain't over. I'll be launching a full investigation to verify the truthfulness of your answers today. You have until the end of my visit to let me know if there's anything nefarious in your past that you'd like to disclose before I find out the hard way. Understood?"

Loki felt a sudden flash of panic. His mind raced, thinking back to his past as a stripper and grand theft auto perpetrator—a secret he'd been fortunate to avoid spilling during their conversation. He thought he was in the clear, but now, with Erin's warning hanging in the air, doubt crept in. He made eye contact with Mobius, and in that instant, they both seemed to think the same thing.

Erin cleared her throat sharply, snapping their attention back to her. "Am I clear, Mr. Friggason?"

Loki swallowed hard, his nerves getting the better of him for a moment. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice steady despite the unease gnawing at him.

Erin gave him a half-smile that held little warmth. "Good," she said.

Then, her stare dropped to his skirt, and she tilted her head slightly as if assessing him. Unexpectedly, she offered a piece of harsh criticism. "Oh, sweetie, your hem is all crooked. You ought to get that fixed. Someone as pretty as you wouldn't want to look a mess…" She let the words hang in the air for a moment, then added with a pointed, almost threatening tone, "Would you?"

Loki absorbed the remark, his mind reeling. Gods, did Mobius's mom just threaten to beat him up? For a moment, it really did feel like she could kick his ass if he tried anything. She might look like Glinda on the outside, but inside, she was all Elphaba. It was remarkable—and a little terrifying.

After delivering her pointed remark, Erin casually fluffed her hair and the tension in the room dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. She changed the subject entirely.

"Now that we have that taken care of," she said, turning to Mobius, "where are the children? I'd really like to see them and hear how they've been keeping up in school."

Mobius blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. "Oh, 'course, y-yeah. They're right outside," he stammered, before quickly leading the way to the backyard.

As they exited the room, Loki was left standing there, utterly bewildered by how abruptly the atmosphere had changed. He could hardly wrap his head around what had just happened.

Loki glanced around the now-empty room, trying to regain his composure. With a sigh, he decided to stay behind and clean up. Somehow, he was going to have to come clean about his past. He had one week to find a way to either stop her from finding out or disclose it, himself. Perhaps, if he could charm her enough, she might just overlook it—or, dare he hope, even accept it. It seemed impossible, but Loki knew he had to try.

Maintaining Erin's approval might be the hardest challenge he'd ever faced, but for Mobius's sake, it was a challenge he was determined to meet head-on. Now all he had left to do was plan his next move.

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The rest of the day went surprisingly well. Erin genuinely seemed to enjoy spending time with the children and engaging them in conversation about school. True to form, she quizzed them relentlessly about their grades and performance, but thankfully, the boys were on their best behavior. They answered her politely and reassured her that they had all passing grades on last year's report cards and intended to keep them as the new school year started.

Before she could make any backhanded comments about Sean admitting he had trouble in math and was lucky to end the year with a solid C, Mobius stepped in to set her up for a hopefully more positive conversation.

"Mom," he said with conviction, "They always give their best. They try their hardest, always finish their homework, and it's paying off. Sean passed all of his classes last year and Kevin completed the fourth grade. That's all I can ask for."

Erin scoffed quietly under her breath, making sure only Mobius could hear her protest. "C's don't get degrees or scholarships," she muttered. "How do you expect them to get a college education?"

Mobius clenched his jaw, using all the restraint he could muster to keep his frustration in check. "Listen, they've got time—they're only going into the fifth and seventh grades. Don't say stuff like that, he's gonna go to college and do just fine even if it's not an ivy league school." He sighed, "And just so you know, I've already got a college fund set up for both of them just in case. One I was only able to establish after quitting my old job and starting the new one you were so sure would bankrupt me." He smiled slightly, seeing the message sink in. "So, they're covered."

Erin rolled her eyes, clearly not wanting to acknowledge his point, but the message landed. She stopped pressing him on the subject, understanding that the debate was over.

Her tone shifted, becoming louder and warmer so that the kids could hear. "You really are doing well, boys. "You are growing up to be talented, hardworking young men. Perseverance is a valuable skill that can't be taught." She turned to Mobius, her voice now carrying genuine praise. "You should be proud."

Mobius relaxed a little, a small victory in hand.

But then, something strange happened. Erin, of all people, reached into her purse and pulled out two small pieces of candy, handing them to Sean and Kevin. Mobius and Torus both froze, staring at her. Never in their entire childhood had Erin ever given them candy. 'It has no nutritional value', she used to say with disgust. But here she was, offering her grandsons candy, a small smile playing on her lips as they lit up excitedly.

Torus leaned over to Mobius, eyes wide. "What the hell is going on? Am I tripping right now?"

Mobius blinked, equally stunned. "No... no trip," he replied, still processing the moment. "I guess Ma just wants to be a regular grandma now. Must be in her extended life plan or something."

Torus shook his head, still confused. "I have no idea. I'm just... confused."

They exchanged a glance but decided to let it go. Whatever Erin's reasoning, neither of them was about to question it. All that mattered was that the kids were happy, and for once, Erin seemed delighted to make them so.

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Later that evening, after Torus took Erin back to her hotel to rest and have dinner with her, Mobius could sense Loki's distress. Erin's threat to investigate him had clearly rattled him, though neither of them had spoken about it. Mobius didn't want to bring it up and risk stressing Loki out even more, but he wasn't blind to the toll it was taking.

In truth, Mobius had a plan of his own. Erin had overstepped, and it was time for him to confront her directly. He couldn't let this go on. She might be his mother, but she was out of line.

The next morning, Mobius woke up early, feeling committed to making those boundaries loud and clear. Loki was still sleeping peacefully, looking like an adorable mess with his hair tousled every which way and wearing under-eye masks that did little to hide his exhaustion. Mobius couldn't help but smile. Despite the stress, all he saw when he looked at Loki was someone beautiful and precious—someone he loved deeply and was proud to be marrying.

Loki stirred, turning over in bed, effectively stealing all the blankets and tangling himself in them like a cocoon. Mobius's eyes saw that sparkly emerald ring on Loki's finger, and a swell of joy fell over him. That ring symbolized everything he cared about and everything worth fighting for. He stood there momentarily, watching the love of his life sleep, and whispered softly, "I'm gonna fix this."

With that promise made, Mobius quietly slipped out of the room, determined to set things right with Erin. He wasn't about to let her anxiety and mistrust poison their happiness.

As he got ready, his mind was focused on the conversation ahead. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but it was necessary. He would confront his mother today and make her understand that this wasn't her decision to control and that her constant suspicion and threats would not be tolerated.

Mobius arrived at the hotel earlier than planned. It was a nice place—thankfully so, since he and Torus had paid a hefty price for Erin's stay. He made his way to her room, not really caring that he was an hour ahead of schedule. When he knocked on the door, Erin answered, already dressed for the day but without her usual makeup, her expression a mix of annoyance and worry.

They stared at each other for a moment before she spoke. "It's eight."

"Yes, ma'am," Mobius replied.

"You're not supposed to be here until nine," she said sharply.

"…Yes, ma'am," he said again.

"Well, what's the problem? Someone had better be dying," she muttered, crossing her arms.

"No, Mom, no one's dying," Mobius said. "I just needed some time to speak to you privately."

Her eyebrows raised slightly, and she responded with some sarcasm. "Oh? Do you now?"

"Yes. Can I come in?"

After a brief pause, she reluctantly stepped aside, allowing him in. She pointed him to a chair while she walked back to her vanity, resuming her makeup routine with her back turned to him.

"What do you want, Möbius?" she asked, terribly impatient. "What was so important that you had to break the schedule?"

"Mom," Mobius began, keeping his voice firm, "what you did yesterday was really messed up."

Erin sighed as she casually applied eyeliner. "Which part?"

"When you threatened Loki like that!" Mobius snapped, his frustration was rising. "You have no right to demand that kind of information from him. There are things you aren't entitled to know."

She paused briefly before continuing her makeup, sounding terribly indifferent. "Oh? And you're okay with your fiancé hiding things from you?"

"He's not hiding things from me. We know just about everything about each other," Mobius said. "But Loki has some things he doesn't like to talk about, and it's not your right to demand he tell you. That's his decision—whether or not he wants to share, and who he shares it with."

Suddenly, Erin turned to face him. "So you know, then? You're keeping secrets from your mother?"

Mobius sighed, his patience wearing thin. "Mom, I'm an adult. You don't know everything about my life, and you're definitely not going to know everything about Loki's life either--unless you two get that close, which I doubt. But I'm not telling you anything. And you need to call off the investigation."

Erin's face softened, the confrontation starting to sink in. She hesitated before admitting, "Oh, Möbius, there is no investigation. It was a bluff. I just wanted to get some things out in the open."

"What?!" Mobius stared at her in disbelief. "Mom-- that's insane! I have to tell him!"

Her eyes widened. "Don't you dare!"

"I am gonna tell him," Mobius insisted. "I'm not letting him relive his trauma just because you're nosy. And please, stop treating my fiancé like he's a criminal. He doesn't deserve that."

Erin crossed her arms, still defensive. "I just don't see why I should when you're clearly keeping something from me."

Mobius had enough. His patience snapped, and he hit her with something she wasn't expecting. "Did I tell you Brad came back last year, trying to get me back?"

Erin gasped, her eyes darkening. "He did? Did he... do anything to you?"

"No, he didn't," Mobius said, "and it's all thanks to Loki. He beat the crap out of Brad for even trying. He defended me from the biggest bully I've ever faced. And because of him, I don't literally dry heave when I think about Brad anymore."

Erin's expression softened, the shock of what Mobius had said settling in. "Oh... I hadn't realized--"

"Hadn't realized what?" Mobius demanded, "That Loki is amazing? That he's the best thing that's ever happened to me? Maybe that's why he's literally my fiancé, and why he's been nothing but polite to you despite how rude you've been to him."

Erin couldn't speak. She had no answer to that, and Mobius couldn't bother to care. Of course, she'd never admit she was wrong or do anything even close to that act, but as long as she changed her attitude, Mobius was fine without a real apology. The tension in the room was thick as they stared at each other. Erin's face wavered between frustration and guilt, it was clear they both needed space.

Mobius needed to cool down and left the room, wandering down to the complimentary breakfast area, hoping to find some calming tea. He sat there quietly, waiting for Erin to get ready to go.

----

After an awkward and mostly silent ride back to the house, Mobius let Erin inside. Thankfully, she was immediately distracted by the kids, which gave Mobius a brief moment to pull Loki aside for a private conversation.

Loki was awake now and all ready for the day, so Mobius quickly filled him in, explaining that Erin's 'investigation' had been nothing more than a bluff. As Mobius spoke, Loki listened thoughtfully, and when he finished, Loki admitted that he had kind of suspected it all along.

"So, you don't have to tell her anything at all, if you don't want to," Mobius concluded, relieved.

Loki paused for a moment, considering his words. "I... actually think that I kind of want to tell her everything, anyway."

Mobius's brows shot up. "Really? Why?"

Loki sighed, folding his arms thoughtfully. "I know Erin is just a deeply frightened woman on the inside, masking her fears with control. I think it would be good for our relationship if I made an effort to get closer to her. If I open up, maybe she'll start to accept me." He paused, then added with a deep frown, "But on the other hand, if she rejects me, then... well, we'll have essentially fast-tracked the whole 'hateful mother-in-law, son-in-law' dynamic. It'll save us years of slow-burning resentment, and we can skip straight to loathing each other forever."

Mobius couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess that makes sense. If that's what you want to do, then go ahead. I support any decision you make."

Loki smiled warmly. "Thank you, darling. But before I tell her anything, I'll need a few days to work my magic."

Mobius snorted, amused. "Yeah? Let's see it, then."

----

Loki took every opportunity to bond with Erin, which wasn't always easy given her meticulously planned itinerary. She had laminated the schedule, of course, with every hour accounted for. Surprisingly, there were even a few slots labeled "spontaneity," which struck everyone as ironic— since she still had to plan for it.

While they were all tired from keeping up with her rigorous schedule, there were moments when she wasn't so bad. Loki found his role as the intellectual sparring partner useful. His intelligent conversation impressed her, and debating subjects like history, literature, economics, or even temporal mechanics (a random interest of his) seemed to be the key to keeping her satisfied. Yet, even Loki was drained after a full day of this back-and-forth while still following Erin's itinerary.

Thankfully, the next day offered some respite. Erin planned to spend the day with Torus, taking a tour of the university where he worked. She was incredibly proud of him and wanted to see him in his element, though she was fairly irritated to learn that he'd mostly transitioned from teaching mathematics to instructing the arts. Loki was relieved to miss what was surely a heated debate between the two.

The day after that, during one of her rare 'spontaneity' slots, Loki managed to tempt Erin to visit his bookshop. To his surprise, she agreed quickly—it seemed she personally wanted to verify that the shop even existed. Loki could only smile, glad that he had finally found something that piqued her curiosity, even if it meant subjecting his business to her critical eye.

When they arrived at the shop, Loki offered a warning as they stepped inside. "Just so you know, my brother might be working today. He's... not very intellectually skilled. At all. He's just big and loud."

Mobius, forever a kind soul, chuckled. "Well, he's a valuable friend," he said in Thor's defense.

Erin scoffed, "Friendships are of no value if they don't offer substance." Harsh.

Loki, who harbored a deep disdain for Thor, was secretly thrilled by her remark. He had to suppress a smirk.

Inside the shop, the kids were totally excited when they saw Thor and got to spend some time with Jormu the snake. As promised, Thor was as loud and boisterous as ever, but given that the shop was a Norse mythology bookstore and Thor looked every bit the part of a Viking, Erin didn't seem to mind. In fact, it probably made her feel more comfortable, knowing there was some evidence of a strong heritage behind all of this.

Loki took the lead, showing Erin around the shop, explaining bits of mythology and the unique layout of his bookstore.

Though, Erin was more interested in the practicality of it all, "Is this business financially viable?"

"Oh, yes. Quite," Loki replied confidently. "We were fortunate to have landed a fantastic location in this busy shopping hub, and our online business is booming—especially since I hired a new social media manager."

By that, he meant Darcy, who had agreed to handle their Instagram in exchange for some cash. Loki wasn't about to admit how informal the arrangement was, but it worked wonders for the shop's visibility.

Mobius added proudly. "The boys spend all their time here during the summer, reading and learning--and they even help out. Their writing skills and reading comprehension scores have gone through the roof, and Loki's been teaching them about more than just Norse mythology. He's even introduced them to Celtic history since some of the stories overlap with Norse sagas--so they're learning a lot about their own heritage and connecting with their roots. They've learned so much— even about what it takes to run a business." He chuckled, "They're like little future entrepreneurs now, I swear. You should hear some of the stuff they come up with."

Kevin had been listening in a bit and happily added his piece. "Yeah, I'm the one who thought of inviting the summer camps for field trips. Schools can't always pay up, but camps are loaded!"

Loki laughed, ruffling Kevin's hair affectionately. "See? That's the business savvy I like," he said. "Though, we do offer discounts to teachers wanting books or public schools in need of field trip destinations. Regardless of what people might say, I'm no monster."

Erin was never one for fantasy or mythology, but she still recognized it as a valuable piece of history. Seeing how much Loki had enriched the kids' education with these lessons made her happy in a way she hadn't expected. Of course, she did quite enjoy the part where Mobius said they were learning about the business world, though. That's always useful.

She explored the shop, taking in the shelves filled with books, the Norse decor, and the genuine excitement her grandsons had for the place. "This really is quite an impressive store you and your siblings have built here," she admitted, her voice carrying a note of approval that hadn't been there earlier.

She asked a few more questions about the boys' favorite parts of the place, and they eagerly explained the books they loved most.

Thor, never one to be left out of a conversation, boomed, "I enjoy the epic battles! Nothing like a good fight in the myths."

Erin hadn't asked him, but she acknowledged his enthusiasm. "Well," she remarked dryly, "I suppose there's at least a fraction of substance to him."

Loki smirked. "Yeah, now we know he can read."

Thor chuckled, clapping Loki on the back with a hearty laugh. "Oh, Loki, my terribly wicked little brother. I know you only say these things because you're jealous of me."

Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Don't even try it."

They bantered for a moment longer as Erin returned to exploring the shop.

But, just before they were about to leave, she surprised Loki by approaching him with an unexpected request. "Would you mind giving me a book suggestion? I'd like to purchase something to start studying on my flight home."

Loki froze for a split second, internally starstruck by the fact that Erin was asking for his recommendation. This is working--like actually working, he thought. He was truly winning her over. Mobius thought the same thing, quietly amazed by how far they'd come.

Loki carefully considered her request, taking his time before finally selecting two books--a straightforward introduction to Norse mythology and a translated, annotated version of the Prose Edda. He offered them to her, politely. "This one will give you a good sense of the myths, and the Prose Edda is essential reading if you want a deeper understanding."

When she reached for her purse and clutch, Loki quickly interjected. "It's on me," he said, covering the cost as a gesture of peace.

Erin hesitated for a moment before accepting the books with a nod of gratitude. "Thank you, Loki," she said.

Loki was elated, feeling like things were finally turning around. Mobius watched the exchange, pleasantly surprised by how well everything was going.

----

After their successful visit to the bookshop, Loki felt confident that he was steadily working his magic on Erin. He made the most of every opportunity to bond with her, keeping their conversations intellectual and engaging. They discussed everything from literature to world history, and Loki even found common ground on family values and parenting, which Erin was surprisingly passionate about.

But the real challenge was finding a way to get her to relax. Loki wracked his brain, thinking, What do old women like? That's when it hit him—the four greatest women to ever exist--The Golden Girls. There's no one in the entire world who could outright say they hate that show. It's an American classic.

Later that evening, Loki took charge of cooking dinner, meticulously following Erin's instructions as she sat at the kitchen counter, perched on a bar stool. She watched closely as he prepared a very Texan American chicken casserole, giving precise directions about how she liked things done. Loki hoped that if she felt calm and safe enough, she might actually eat more than just a polite bite this time.

As he chopped vegetables and carefully followed her lead, Loki decided to test the waters. "Dr. Collins, do you happen to be a fan of Bea Arthur?"

Erin paused for a moment, a hint of recognition crossing her face. "Oh, I suppose so, yes. Though I've never been one to indulge in television much—it doesn't have a lot to offer." She paused, thinking back. "But I do remember catching a few episodes of Maude years ago. Charles liked it... and I found Bea Arthur to be entertaining."

Loki nodded, "I completely agree. I happen to love Bea, and I was wondering—would you like to join me for a few episodes of The Golden Girls tonight?"

Erin hesitated, clearly torn. "I don't know. I think perhaps I'd be better off getting ahead on lesson planning or studying those books you gave me. Maybe I can find a useful documentary so we can view something with substance."

Loki recognized that tone immediately—she was stuck, like Mobius sometimes got, needing a reason to permit himself to relax. He smiled and leaned in, starting to come up with a solution. "But you're on vacation, aren't you?"

"Well... I suppose, technically," she admitted, unsure.

"And wouldn't it only be right to relax your mind for a bit? Rest is good for the brain, is it not?"

Erin sighed softly, her posture loosening just a fraction. "Yes... I believe it is."

Loki could sense her yielding and pressed just a bit more. "You've been running your mind hard all day and all year. It would do you good to step away from work and enjoy something that doesn't involve academic significance. And, if I may, I find The Golden Girls to be quite comforting."

Erin considered his words, nodding slowly. "You make a fair point," she agreed. "Rest is important for productivity. Perhaps a break wouldn't be entirely inappropriate."

Loki grinned. "Excellent! I look forward to spending some leisure time together."

Erin smiled—a small, but genuine smile—before it immediately turned sour as she noticed something. "Mr. Friggason," she said, voice cold and stern as she pointed to the food he was preparing, "I asked for julienned peppers. Not diced."

Loki blinked, looking down at the cutting board to see the green pepper sliced into tiny cubes instead of strips. What a catastrophe.

"Oh—right. Apologies, ma'am. I'll get a new one."

"Mhm..." Erin looked at him with a sideways glance, "You do that, then..."

Can't win 'em all, he supposed.

----

After dinner, Loki was pleased to learn that the meal he had prepared had passed Erin's high standards. She ate half of the portion he served, which Mobius later told him was basically the highest compliment she could give. Loki took pride in the small victory, knowing he had made progress.

Later on, after they'd finished, Loki and Erin settled onto the sofa for the promised TV time. Mobius had picked up a nice bottle of wine, and the three of them shared it, unwinding together as grown-ups while the kids played upstairs.

As the first episode played, Loki was taken aback to hear Erin actually laughing—light, genuine laughter at the witty one-liners. It could have been the wine loosening her up, but it was clear that somewhere beneath that stern exterior, she had a healthy sense of humor. Not only could she appreciate the snide remarks from the girls, but every time Blanche said something a little risqué, Erin blushed and covered her face with her hand, giggling like she felt ashamed to hear it but just couldn't help finding it funny.

Obviously, Erin quite enjoyed it. She even took the time to explain some of the references that went over Loki's head. After all, he had barely been a toddler when the show first aired so it was well-appreciated. Seeing her so relaxed and genuinely enjoying herself, felt like a victory. She was really lighting up, her walls coming down in small but meaningful ways.

As the laughter filled the room, it eventually drew the boys out, both curious about what was going on.

"What are ya'll watching?" Kevin asked, looking down from the top of the stairs.

Mobius waved him and Sean over. "You can watch with us if you want. Come check it out."

Soon enough, they were all gathered around, caught up in the show. The boys didn't fully understand some of the plotlines, but all they knew was these old women were being mean to each other and it was very funny.

Even Erin couldn't say anything about the kids being invited to watch something potentially slightly too grown-up, she was too far interested in the show, herself, to start fussing.

They ended up watching a bit later than planned. Erin had been having such a good time that she didn't even seem to mind going past her scheduled time to return to the hotel. After a couple of glasses of wine, she had thoroughly loosened up, laughing and smiling in ways Loki hadn't seen before. When it was finally time for her to leave, she was surprisingly sweet.

"Thank you, Loki," she said with a warm, genuine tone. "I had a lovely evening tonight. We should watch more another time—I need to know what happens with the handsome doctor. Does he choose Blanche or Dorothy? I'm just dying to find out."

Loki smiled, pleased with her excitement. "We'll find out tomorrow, I promise. The mystery is killing me, as well."

Mobius agreed with the two of them and added his own opinions on the matter as he walked his mother out to the car. Never in his life did he think he'd be discussing TV sitcom drama with her, but it had been one of the best bonding experiences he'd ever had with that woman.

----

By the time Loki got the boys to bed, Mobius had arrived back home from dropping his mother off. He was positively beaming."It was amazing—she talked so positively about you on the car ride. I'm forever going to believe you know actual magic. I can't believe this is working."

Loki grinned as he folded a blanket. "I know, right? Have faith in me, dear. I am quite talented and charming. I'd hope you would know this by now."

Mobius chuckled and got pulled into Loki's energy like a magnet, coming closer until he held his dear fiance in his arms. "Oh, I know, darlin'. I'm well aware of just how impressive you can be..." he took Loki's hand and planted a gentle kiss right by his engagement ring, making Loki giggle with delight.

Though they both were in exceptionally good moods and wanted to enjoy each other's company a bit more intimately, there was still lots to do before they could scurry away upstairs together. The house was a mess. Not as bad as it could be, but the boys made popcorn halfway through an episode and of course, it ended up all over the place.

As they started cleaning up, Loki spotted something on the couch. "Oh dear," he said, picking up Erin's purse. "We must've gotten too excited—she's forgotten her things. Do you think we'll need to take it back to her?"

Mobius frowned slightly, "Shoot, well see if her clutch is in there. She usually keeps her wallet and important stuff in it, so she might've just taken that with her."

Loki carefully rummaged through Erin's purse, barely touching anything, not wanting to snoop too much. "No, no clutch," he said, but then his eyes caught on something strange. He pulled out an object that looked like a flashlight. Confused, he pressed the button.

A loud crackling sound filled the room, followed by a flash of light. Loki yelped and jumped back. "Oh gods! A taser?!—"

Mobius chuckled, amused by Loki's reaction. "Hey, you be careful with that."

Loki gave him a look of disbelief. "You knew about this? Why on Earth does she carry this around?"

Mobius shrugged. "Because, she listens to a lot of true crime podcasts and according to her, the statistics show that the risk of violent theft is astronomically high for a small, single, senior lady. I believe her—it's pretty messed up. She's terrified of being attacked, so she doesn't travel without it. I still have no idea how she got it through TSA. Probably checked it with her bags." Mobius sighed, "Torus actually told her she could move in with him if she's scared of living alone, but Ma always refuses. Not part of her plan, apparently. She says she's staying in that house for a few more years, and then she's finally retiring and moving to a retirement village up here. You know, for security and care if needed--and to stay closer to us. She picked out a real fancy place, too."

Loki hummed in thought, "That's... well, you don't hear about many elderly people checking themselves into a retirement community voluntarily. Your mother is certainly a unique woman." He paused, glancing back at the taser still in his hand. "Wait a minute. When she first got here, every time I said a word, she clutched her purse. Was she planning on tasing me if I got too out of line?!"

Mobius gave a nervous grin and shrugged. "Maybe, if she got freaked out enough. But hey, it's alright—you've clearly won her over now."

Loki nodded, still half in disbelief, but as he moved to put the taser back, he spotted something else. Pulling it out, he realized it was a hunting knife in a leather sheath. "Oh, so she carries this around too, but you made me hide all of my daggers?"

Mobius laughed, shaking his head. "It's not about owning them. She just doesn't want weapons around the kids. Her knife is just a backup, in case she runs into a criminal who's somehow immune to tasers."

Loki chuckled. "I can't blame her for that. Thor is like that and I'd certainly freak out if that oaf approached me on the street."

Mobius blinked. "Wait—really? Thor's immune to... tasers?"

Loki sighed, nodding. "Yes... and trust me, I know. I was quite the prankster in my younger days. Anything involving non-leathal voltage? Complete waste. His body mass is too high."

Mobius shook his head, laughing. "Holy cow, I'm glad I didn't know you during your supervillain phase."

Loki smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, you would've hated it, darling--in all the best ways. I was quite the little vengeance-seeking nightmare."

Mobius scoffed, giving him a bit of a sideways glance. "Nah, you were just an angry little pussycat, weren't you?"

Loki rolled his eyes and tried not to get pulled too much into the way Mobius said that damned word. "I suppose that's one way to put it..." he said a bit dismissively.

They shared a glance before Loki put the knife back in Erin's purse. "Are you sure I shouldn't take her things back to her?" He asked.

"Nah, she'll be alright," Mobius replied. "I know for sure she's got other methods of self-defense. This just happens to be the stuff she hides in her purse."

Loki gave a half smile. "Fair enough."

As they continued tidying up, Mobius glanced at Loki, his expression turning thoughtful. "You're really going to tell her the truth? About your past? You know you don't have to, right? I don't want you to feel pressured at all."

Loki paused for a moment, glancing at Mobius. "I'm still planning on confessing, yes… why? Unless…" His heart jumped a little at the thought, and he hesitated. "Unless you don't want me to for some reason?"

A brief surge of worry crossed Loki's mind. Was Mobius ashamed of him? He tried not to let that thought settle in, but the insecurity had already been sparked.

Mobius, sensing Loki's concern, immediately put an end to it. "No, no, it's not that. It's never that," Mobius said, "I just want it to be your decision. Like I said before, I support you no matter what you choose to do or who you want to share your trauma with. It's not my choice—certainly not my momma's choice—but it's yours, and yours only."

Loki felt his heart soften at his words. Of course, Mobius would only think this way. He was so pure, so kind, always giving Loki the space to be himself.

Loki smiled, the tension melting away. "Thank you. I appreciate you saying that. And I still stand by my decision. I think, perhaps, she likes me enough to hear me out. And like I said before, if she rejects me, then… well, at least I'll know sooner rather than later, before I get too close."

Mobius nodded, his expression warm and understanding. "I get it. And whatever you decide, I'm here for you."

Loki smiled, feeling comforted and supported by Mobius's unwavering acceptance. "Thank you," he said softly. "That means more to me than you know."

----

The next morning was peaceful. The family shared a quiet breakfast together before preparing for another day with Erin. Loki had been thinking a lot about her—how important self-defense and security seemed to be for her. That gave him an idea for a way to soften her up even more before confessing his truth.

He spent extra time picking out his clothes, carefully avoiding anything that might provoke her, especially no skirts with crooked hems—that was a lesson he wouldn't forget after her pointed comment. Then after rummaging through his things for a while, he finally found the gift he'd been searching for. Wrapping it neatly with a cute bow, he felt scarily anxious. Hopefully, she'd appreciate the gesture and wouldn't read into it the wrong way.

----

Later, they met at Erin's hotel. The kids were off at the pool with Torus, who had snuck Nebula in. It seemed ridiculous given that they were grown adults, but Erin didn't know about Nebula yet—Torus's heavily tattooed, deeply scarred, kind-of-sort-of girlfriend-lady-friend-person. He wanted to introduce her, but Loki had called dibs on today's big confession, and if there was one thing Torus respected above all else, it was dibs. It was practically sacred.

So while Torus entertained the kids poolside, Loki and Mobius sat inside with Erin, making the most of her scheduled 'spontaneity' slot for this very important conversation.

Loki started by pulling out the small, wrapped gift he'd prepared. "Dr. Collins," he began, his voice calm and steady, "I wanted to gift you something when we first met, as a gesture of peace between us, but at the time, I wasn't sure what would be appropriate. Now that we've had time to get to know each other, I think I've found something that's just right."

Erin blinked, surprised. "Oh, you got me something?" she asked, a little caught off guard.

Loki nodded, pulling the small package from his pocket and presenting it to her. As she unwrapped it, her eyes widened when she revealed the beautiful dagger in its sheath. It was intricately decorated with real pearls and gold accents, glistening under the light.

"It's a rather expensive dagger," Loki explained, watching her reaction closely. "The pearls and gold remind me of you. I wanted you to have this—not only as a token of my respect, but also so that you can feel secure. And, well, it also matches your pearls," he added with a small smile. "I carry one of my own as both an accessory and a self-defense tool, and I thought that you, of all people, might appreciate this the most."

Erin was momentarily speechless, her fingers running over the handle. She examined the blade as it caught the light, visibly impressed by its craftsmanship. "Thank you, Loki," she said, genuinely touched. "It's... lovely. Perfect, really."

Loki returned her smile, feeling deeply relieved. "I'm very glad you think so."

There was a brief, pleasant silence before Loki's expression turned a bit more serious. "Now," he continued, his tone shifting, "I don't want it to seem like this was a bribe to make you like me. But I do know you keep a strict schedule, and I'd like to take this time to remind you of the ultimatum you gave me when we first met. I have a few things I'd like to admit—things I would prefer you hear directly from me, rather than learning any other way... and I trust that you'll meet my confession with a shared respect."

Erin blinked, clearly shocked that he was bringing this up, and her expression softened. "Oh, sweetie..." she said gently, placing a hand on Loki's arm. "That ultimatum? It was just a bluff. I... apologize—I thought Möbius had told you."

"I did tell him," Mobius chimed in, standing his ground. "I told him right away." He was unapologetic and confident in setting boundaries with his mother, which was something he hadn't always been brave enough to do.

Erin looked confused, glancing between the two of them. "Oh…"

Loki, steady and composed, continued, "I'd still like to let you know if that's alright. I think it might be good for our relationship, moving forward."

Erin hesitated but nodded, her curiosity piqued. "O-Okay," she said, her tone gentler now. "I'll listen, and I'll do my best to stay open."

Loki exhaled, knowing that this was the moment. "When I was younger, I made some... very foolish decisions. I left the family business behind and ran off to become a performer."

Erin furrowed her brow. "A performer? What do you mean by that?"

"A dancer," Loki clarified, though he could still see the confusion in her eyes. Realizing he had to be direct, he took a breath and just came out with it, "I used to be a stripper."

Erin's eyes widened as she gasped, clearly caught off guard.

Loki pressed on. "I was angry at my parents—mainly my father. I did everything he ever asked of me, worked so hard, but he always promised the business to my brother. No matter what I did, it was never good enough. He held me down through my entire career, wouldn't let me climb the ladder, so I left my cushy corporate job and got hired at a club because I wanted to do something that would make him furious."

Erin absorbed this quietly, still processing. "I see..." she said softly, though her tone carried uncertainty. She paused before asking, "Is that all?"

Loki shook his head. "No, there's more. Let's just say, I got mixed up with the wrong people, people who took advantage of me. I ended up in a relationship with a man who only valued me for my body. He was unfaithful, constantly cheating, and I... I was desperate to leave him in a way that would truly send a message. So essentially... I committed grand theft auto and left his precious sports car in a ditch before disappearing from his life forever. Never got caught, thankfully, and to this day I don't regret a thing."

Erin's face twisted in shock, clearly horrified by the confession. Loki, feeling the tension spike, quickly moved to defend himself.

"I know it sounds like I'm the worst person you could ever want marrying your son, but my past is my past. I can't change that. I was young and angry, and even more dramatic than I am now if you can believe it," Loki explained, his voice thick with emotion. "But if I hadn't gone down that path, I would have never met my dear friend Sylvie, who I now consider a sister. She gave me the courage to start my own business when my father refused to give me what was rightfully mine. So, as crazy as it might sound, this is who I am... and I hope that you can accept that."

Erin seemed stunned into silence, her hands resting in her lap as she processed Loki's words. Mobius, concerned, gently asked, "You okay, Mom?"

Erin nodded slowly, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I wasn't expecting such a tale."

Mobius gave her a wry smile. "Well, you did ask."

She blinked, then nodded again. "Right..." Her expression softened, and surprisingly, her demeanor shifted. She sat up straighter, something unreadable in her eyes. "You know what? I think I can say that... I actually understand."

Loki stared at her, stunned. "You... understand?"

"I do," Erin said, her voice more certain now. "We all make reckless decisions when we're young. We take risks our older selves wouldn't dream of. But sometimes those risks, no matter how irresponsible, are necessary to shape us into who we become."

Loki's tension eased, but the surprise lingered. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Absolutely," Erin repeated with a firm nod. "I don't fault you for any of it. I don't think less of you for it either. Your past doesn't define you—it's how you've grown from it that matters."

Mobius, who had been silent, suddenly looked the most shocked of all. "I don't understand what the hell is going on right now. Excuse my language—"

Erin chuckled softly, surprising both of them with her relaxed response. "I suppose I owe you both a bit of a confession of my own."

Loki raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Oh? You've got tea to spill?" he teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Erin gave a little nod, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "I have, indeed. If I hadn't made any reckless decisions when I was young, well... I wouldn't have you." She pointed directly at Mobius.

Mobius blinked, pointing to himself in disbelief. "Me? What?"

Erin chuckled at her son's confusion and got on with her confession. "Listen, when I was a young girl, my parents were terribly strict and had old-world thinking. I was always the studious one, a savant in school. I graduated early and got my first college degree just as quickly. By the time I was 21, I wanted to go back to graduate school to get my doctorate in topology, but my parents never supported me. They told me I was wasting my time... and that what I was doing was just plain wrong."

She paused, taking a breath before continuing, her voice softening as she looked back on that time. "When they tried to stop me from continuing my enrollment, I got angry. I wanted to do something that would make them furious. So, as a Southern girl in the heart of Texas, who'd never heard anything but bluegrass, I decided to go to a rock concert." She smiled at the memory. "And that's where I met a gentleman who had eyes like Ricky Nelson, but he was a total hippie. And, well, it was over for me. I thought it was love."

Loki giggled, covering his mouth with his hand.

Erin raised an eyebrow but continued, "We got together, went steady for a while... and then here's the kicker—I let him take me to Woodstock."

Loki couldn't contain his laughter this time. "No! Really? Dr. Erin Collins at Woodstock?!"

"Mhm," Erin confirmed with a playful look. "We had a great time. Not to sound too graphic, but two months later, I found out I was pregnant—with this one." She gestured toward Mobius again.

Loki's jaw dropped. He was absolutely loving this story. "And then what happened?"

"Well," Erin said with a sigh, "I succeeded in pissing off my parents, that's for sure. I thought my daddy was going to kill Charles, but we got married right away. I'd love to say everything was alright, but honestly, I was terrified. That whole experience made me realize how easily life could spiral out of control. That's when I started planning every part of my life, because I couldn't handle the thought of things going off track again."

She paused, a fond smile appearing on her face as she continued. "But Chuck... he was a sweetheart. He was so supportive. He wanted me to follow my dreams. He quit his day job to become a stay-at-home father while I stayed in school, worked to support us, and traveled for conferences. I published research papers and made a name for myself. I couldn't have asked for a better partner back then. He did everything I asked him to do, and I appreciated being in control of my life, one hundred percent."

Mobius listened, stunned as Erin spoke so openly about a time in her life he had never fully understood.

Erin's smile faded slightly as she continued, "And then, as you know, the relationship eventually went sour. But I don't need to get into that. Point is, I understand where you're coming from with your past, and I won't hold it against you."

Loki, genuinely moved, said, "Thank you, Dr. Collins. I really appreciate you sharing this story with me."

Erin gave him a soft, almost motherly smile. "Of course. And... you can just call me Erin. It feels terribly formal now to keep up the official title."

Loki nodded, smiling. "Thank you... Erin."

Meanwhile, Mobius sat there in shock, reeling from two things. First, the fact that he had apparently been conceived at Woodstock—Woodstock, of all places—and second, his mother's surprisingly forgiving attitude. Erin had been so different throughout this trip, so much more understanding and open, and he simply couldn't believe it. The woman who had always been so strict and demanding was now showing sides of herself he'd never seen.

Before Mobius could even process everything, Loki had already invited Erin to come relax by the pool with the rest of the family. And to his surprise, Erin agreed.

"Oh, I'd never touch a drop of pool water," she added with a scowl, "But, I appreciate the idea of sitting outside and relaxing with you all."

Mobius's mind was still spinning. He'd completely forgotten to warn Torus about Erin's arrival by the pool, which meant Nebula was definitely still there. That was going to be a whole other adventure.

----

When they joined the rest of the family by the pool, Both Erin and Nebula were defensive by nature, so Mobius braced himself for a tense interaction. But, to everyone's surprise, Erin didn't have the energy to interrogate the girl. Instead, she simply asked Torus, "Is she nice to you?"

Torus nodded. "Yes ma'am, she is."

And just like that, Erin let it go. Maybe it was because Torus had always been more of a flirt, or because he wasn't the one getting married. They'd definitely have a deeper conversation together another time, but for now, both Nebula and Torus seemed to be off the hook.

After a while, Erin returned to the deck to sit with Loki and Mobius, and Mobius couldn't hold back any longer. He just had to ask. "Ma, what is going on with you lately?"

Erin raised an eyebrow. "Hm? What's the matter now?"

"You're just... different," he said, a little hesitant. "I mean, it's a good different, but I just want to know what's changed. I know we've been putting in a lot of work to get you to like Loki and give him a chance but I feel like it was a lot easier than it should've been... and don't even get me started on whatever that just was with you and Nebula."

Erin sighed deeply, knowing it was time for yet another confession. "I guess, I've had a new... experience... lately that made me realize maybe you really can't plan for everything. And maybe that's okay sometimes."

Mobius looked at her, confused. "An experience? What do you mean?"

"I've met someone," Erin admitted.

"What? Like a man? Who is this guy?" Mobius asked, now the one interrogating, while Loki, amused, chuckled beside him.

Erin blushed slightly but continued. "Just someone I met at last year's Stark Expo. Hank Pym."

Mobius choked on his mimosa, coughing in shock. "What?! Hank Pym? Like, the actual Dr. Hank Pym?"

"Yes," Erin confirmed, sounding a little proud. "The renowned physicist and biochemist. We met because I was introduced to him by a fellow colleague and he recognized my name from a paper I'd published. We hit it off, spent three nights together. It's very casual."

"Three nights is casual?" Mobius asked, still trying to wrap his head around it, while Loki, thoroughly entertained, burst out laughing.

"Oh, look out, Blanche Devereaux!" Loki teased, his grin wide. "There's a new Southern belle in town!"

Erin blushed even more. "Oh, I'm no Blanche," she said, flustered but smiling. "I just got caught up in the moment, that's all. But I had a good time, and I'm planning to see him again at this year's biochemical conference."

Loki and Erin immediately launched into gossip, talking about Hank and their time together, laughing and bonding over her unexpected romance. Mobius, meanwhile, was still trying to process the idea of his mother casually dating one of the most famous scientists in the world. He was happy for her, of course, but couldn't help feeling surprised at how much his mother had changed.

----

The day after Erin went back to Texas, Loki and Mobius were still recovering. Exhaustion had set in after all the emotional highs and lows of hosting her, but as they lay together in bed, they both felt a deep sense of relief. It had gone better than either of them had expected.

"Boy, that was exhausting," Mobius sighed, sinking into his pillow. They were both in need of a bit of resting and recharging.

Loki nodded in agreement, "Yes, but despite it all, I think we can say it went quite well in the end."

"Sure can," Mobius chuckled softly, turning to face Loki. "Thank you for being so awesome while my mom was here. I know she can be a lot, and I'm sorry I didn't tell her about you sooner. We just don't really have that kind of relationship, y'know?"

Loki nodded slightly. "I understand. Honestly, the visit wasn't so bad. It was actually quite nice." He smiled thoughtfully. "And I like Erin. She's got a sense of humor, and she's fiercely protective of her family. If she wasn't so terrifying all the time, she'd be... adorable. It's nice to see where you get that from."

Mobius blushed at the compliment, chuckling softly. "Me? Adorable?"

Loki grinned, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Absolutely."

They exchanged a few more sweet words, enjoying the serenity after the wild family drama. Then, with a little hesitation, Mobius questioned, "So... are we gonna have to do this same thing with your parents? Do they even know about me?"

Loki's expression shifted to something slightly more serious. "My mother certainly does. I like to keep her updated. As for my father," he scoffed, "I couldn't care less if he knows. He has no say in anything.--which is exactly why we won't be doing this same kind of meeting with my parents. What we need to do is send a message to them loud and clear so they understand that this is happening no matter what. I'd like for us to continue planning our wedding, pick a location, and then we can take a trip out to see it. That's when we'll invite my parents to meet you for the first time at the destination, itself. Maybe over a stuffy dinner or something, but nothing too familiar."

Mobius raised an eyebrow. "So... no awkward visits?"

Loki shook his head, smirking. "No awkward visits. It might seem hasty or cold, but my family is different. I prefer to keep much stronger, stricter boundaries."

"Got it," Mobius said, nodding. "Gotta keep 'em at arm's length."

"Exactly," Loki agreed, smiling. "I'm glad you understand."

"Of course," Mobius said warmly. "Everyone's different. And after how patient you've been with my side of the family, it's my turn to return the favor."

Loki's heart swelled with affection as he turned over in the bed and kissed Mobius softly. "Let's just treasure this time together, please? These next few weeks, we have the chance to slowly pick out our plans before everything gets too... solid."

Mobius smiled, his eyes soft. "I gotcha. We need it, too."

For a moment, the room was filled with quiet, romantic energy as they cuddled closer. They began talking about even more potential wedding locations, sharing ideas and dreaming together, all while wrapped up in each other's arms. Eventually, as the conversation slowed, they drifted off to sleep, content and happy in the excitement of planning their wedding.

Chapter Text

As the summer came to an end, things were finally getting back to normal. The kids had returned to school, and work for Mobius started to get a little less busy with the season ending. Ever since he'd helped save his boss's marriage and boosted the store's profits with his innovative ideas, Mobius had been treated like a valued employee—something that felt really good after so much time feeling overlooked. His boss, Jack, now basically let him do whatever he wanted, (including taking off all the time he needs) and Mobius was hopeful for a promotion soon. He had already received a generous raise and several bonuses, so work life was in a really good spot for him, and they were all enjoying living together as a happy family.

Loki had been making sure they had plenty of fun, too. As an intense theater enthusiast, he'd been dragging the whole family to local performances and insisting they enjoy musicals at home-- since according to him, they needed to experience 'culture.'

Just last week on their date night, he and Mobius had watched a performance of Wicked, and now Mobius found himself lucky enough to hear Loki's lovely rendition of "Defying Gravity" at least once a day. As annoying as it could be, Mobius still found himself giving a bit of applause, knowing how much Loki liked the attention—thankfully for the sake of everyone's ears, Loki actually possessed enough talent to perform these complex tunes.

As it approached lunchtime on a lazy weekend, Loki was just finishing another impromptu performance, his voice ringing through the house. The boys had long since learned to tune him out, but Mobius, always wanting to be supportive, clapped as Loki ended his song.

"Thank you," Loki said dramatically, giving a mock bow. "I know, I'm good enough for Broadway. Too bad I didn't go into that form of entertainment. I feel bad for the undoubtedly millions of people who will never have the chance to hear my lovely voice."

Mobius smirked, playing along. "Yes, sugar, I know. They're missing out. Don't know what I'd do if I couldn't hear you perform a song from Wicked or Chicago literally every hour on the hour."

Loki shot him a look, sensing the sass in Mobius's voice. "Hey! I don't appreciate disparaging remarks. You're just jealous, anyway."

Mobius smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around Loki from behind. "You know what? I just might be. Guess I'm so talentless that you make up for it for the both of us, huh?"

Loki paused for a moment, internally torn between accepting the compliment or defending Mobius. Eventually, he chose Mobius over himself. "I wouldn't call you talentless, dear... you just can't sing... or dance very well. Oh! But you know your way around a guitar! And I've seen how naturally your hands take to piano keys. That's it—you're meant to be my background track. And what good is a singer without his tune?"

Mobius chuckled, kissing Loki on the cheek. "Yeah, alright." But, not wanting to be the subject of any more backhanded compliments, he promptly shifted the conversation. "So... how's work been at the bookshop? Any more thoughts about that field trip idea?"

Loki's job at the bookshop had been going well, but as October settled in, so did the Halloween excitement. With the spooky season approaching, Kevin's class was planning a field trip to Loki's shop, and the kids would be allowed to wear their costumes. Loki had already started brainstorming how to decorate the place and make it a truly immersive experience. He was planning to teach the kids about the history of Halloween, explaining its roots in both Celtic and Nordic history—covering everything from Samhain to ancient trick-or-treating customs.

Loki seemed genuinely excited about the idea but still had his reservations. "I'm very keen on making it happen," he explained, "but... I'm not sure doing the whole thing for free would be good for business. October is one of our busiest months since Halloween season is everyone's favorite time to visit shops like mine."

He got a little lost in thought and started going through all the details. "I'd have to close the shop for at least a couple of hours... I'll spend valuable time telling them about Samhain and it's traditions... Thor already has an idea for an activity involving ‘souling,' and I've got some Norwegian and Celtic candy that I'm still not sure if I can give them. You know, allergies and whatnot—school rules. I might just pass out those children's booklets on Halloween origins instead--but that's even more money out of the store's accounts." He sighed, feeling the weight of the event planning. "The costs are really adding up—not that I won't be able to afford it, but—"

Loki's voice trailed off as he noticed Kevin standing in the living room, staring at him with the biggest puppy-dog eyes. Kevin had been listening, and it was clear just how badly he wanted the field trip to happen. Loki swallowed hard, feeling his resolve crumble almost instantly.

"Fine," Loki said with a sigh of surrender. "But next time, I expect the PTA to put on some kind of fundraiser to pay me, just like they do with all the other field trips, Mister Vice President," he added pointedly, giving Mobius a look.

Mobius laughed, holding up his hands in defense. "Hey, ‘Vice President' isn't even an official title, and I think that belongs to Drax way more than me."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Then tell Drax he owes me funding next time." He couldn't bother thinking about money anymore, he just smiled, thinking aloud, "Oh, the kids are going to love it, aren't they?"

"They will," Mobius said, wrapping an arm around Loki's waist again. "Thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it."

"I know, I know," Loki said with a grin. "I'm basically the best person ever for using my valuable time and money to put on this little event."

Mobius chuckled. "You certainly are, darlin'."

----

After having lunch together, Mobius went right back to running errands. "I'm going to stop by World Market," he said. "Do you want anything?"

Loki had to giggle just a little bit. Ever since they first discovered World Market, it had become a regular stop. Loki loved that they often imported things from Norway and England—foods and treats that reminded him of home and his days in college. For Mobius, it was all about the fun novelties he couldn't resist.

Last time they went, Mobius had found a 4.5 kg Toblerone bar (about as big as 40 regular-sized chocolate bars,) a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle featuring a collage of foreign beaches, and a bottle of Sun Goddess Pinot Grigio. It was the best day ever. One embarrassingly late night later, he had finished most of the puzzle and eaten an absurdly large amount of chocolate, but he was happy. With Loki's help, they'd finished the wine, too, while he indulged in a box of Italian marzipan fruits and they half-watched trashy reality TV in the background.

At the mention of World Market, Loki completely lit up. "Oh yes, please! I'd love some more Hjortepølse if they have it. And Melkesjokolade, Sætre Gjende, and... brunost. Oh, and we're running low on Knekkebrød." Then he turned to the boys. "What about you two?"

Sean grinned. "Sørlands chips!"

Kevin thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I want chips, too! And... Sailor Moon Ocean Bomb."

Mobius gave them a blank stare. He knew what the last thing was, but everything else? No clue. Still, he found it cute how Sean and Kevin were starting to get into the foods Loki introduced them to.

Loki noticed the confusion on Mobius's face and sighed. "Why don't we all just go with you so you don't have to roam completely lost?"

Mobius smiled, relieved. "That's a fantastic idea."

Loki laughed. "I'll go get my things."

---

They all headed to the store together, with Loki eagerly picking out anything that caught his interest while the kids grabbed whatever their hearts desired. Mobius, meanwhile, found himself hunting for another giant chocolate bar, even though he hadn't come close to finishing the last one. But it's good to stay prepared, he figured. His search was quickly derailed after getting distracted by Halloween decorations and the way-too-early setup of Christmas displays.

As Loki wandered the aisles, his thoughts turned to Kevin. His birthday was this month, and they were hosting a party for him at an arcade this weekend. Kevin was thrilled, and Loki was just as excited to be a part of it. It was the first time he'd be there for one of the boys' birthdays as more than just 'Dad's boyfriend.' This time, he was a parent figure, and he felt proud to embrace that role. Loki had already purchased the main gifts, but he couldn't resist spoiling Kevin a little more. After all, it felt amazing to be able to do this for the boy he had come to love as his own.

He smiled as he secretly picked up a few more items for Kevin—a couple of toys and an absurdly large novelty gummy bear. While the boys were distracted, he snuck the items to the checkout. He added a tote bag as well to be able to hide the items, but when he swiped his bank card, the machine just beeped at him.

The sales clerk, looking a bit uncomfortable, said quietly, "I'm sorry, sir. It's been declined."

Loki blinked, shocked. "Oh, that must be a mistake," he said, trying it again. This was the card for his account that was tied to his share of the family money, the one he normally used for spending on gifts and fun purchases. It had never been a problem before, and there was definitely money in the account--more than enough funding to live comfortably off of the last time he checked. He tried again, but the machine beeped with the same error.

The woman glanced at him apologetically. "I'm sorry... Do you have another form of payment?"

Loki, though confused, quickly pulled out his personal checking card. Thankfully, the payment went through without any issues. The saleswoman smiled, packing up the items as if nothing had happened, and Loki forced himself not to dwell on the strange incident. Perhaps the machine is faulty, he thought, trying to shake the unsettled feeling as he gathered his bags and went to find Mobius.

He wandered the store, scanning the aisles until he spotted Mobius in the Christmas section, holding up a mega-pack of advent calendar cup noodles.

"Oh hey," Mobius grinned when he saw Loki. "What do you think? For Torus?"

Loki smiled, his earlier unease temporarily pushed aside. "I think that's perfect for him. He'll be thrilled."

"Yeah, I got him some extra hot Buldak sauce, too. He's gonna freak." Mobius looked pleased with his choice, and Loki couldn't help but be amused by how thoughtful Mobius was.

As Loki admired the gesture, a sudden realization hit him. "Where are the kids?"

Mobius's smile faded. "I thought they were with you."

Before they could react, a loud crashing sound echoed through the store.

"Shit," Mobius muttered, his eyes widening as he and Loki exchanged a look of panic. They bolted down the aisle, racing toward the noise, weaving past startled shoppers. Their hearts pounded as they neared the scene of the disaster.

There, standing in front of a toppled lamp, were Kevin and Sean, looking as guilty as two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

Sean, clutching a bag of candy, stammered, "Ma—uh, Loki! It's—we did it by accident!"

Loki barely registered the accidental slip of his name, still processing the scene in front of him. The lamp lay on the floor in pieces, and it was clear they were going to have to pay for it.

Mobius glared at the boys, pointing at them both. "You're lucky it's Kev's birthday week, or you'd both be coughing up your allowance to pay for this."

Loki crossed his arms, backing Mobius up. "That's right. Now... care to explain?"

Sean, fidgeting with a random trinket, sheepishly admitted, "We were just... running around. We didn't mean to knock it over."

Mobius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How many times have I told you two not to run in stores?! Or parking lots?! Or anywhere that isn't a soccer field or our backyard?!"

The boys remained silent and just stared up at him with their very best puppy eyes until Sean mumbled a weak, "We're sorry..." and Kevin's even tinier, barely intelligible apology followed.

At least they weren't fighting this time. Small victories, Mobius supposed. Still, this was an unfortunate incident they'd have to deal with.

"Well," Mobius said, trying to stay calm, "let's get it covered."

They led the boys to the checkout, where Mobius paid for the broken lamp. He held a tight smile, doing his best to keep up appearances. This was their favorite store, after all, and getting banned from it was definitely not an option. As they packed up their purchases and headed for the exit, Loki felt nothing but a sense of relief that the chaos was over, at least for now.

----

A few days later, on the morning of Kevin's special day, excitement filled the house. They'd been preparing for this for weeks—gathering decorations, planning the party, and making sure every detail was perfect. Kevin had chosen a Transformers theme since it was his current obsession, and Torus, Mobius, and Sean were set to head over early to decorate the party area they'd rented for the day. Meanwhile, Loki would be in charge of bringing the birthday boy later on so he could be surprised. But before any of that, they were going to start the day with a special birthday breakfast.

Loki wandered into the kitchen, where Mobius was already hard at work. He leaned over Mobius's shoulder to peek at what he was cooking.
"Oh? What's this, now?" Loki asked. "Is it... a robot?"

Mobius sighed, his eyes fixed on the pan. "I'm trying my hand at pancake art... not doing so well, though. This was supposed to be an Autobot sigil, but it's looking more like a Decepticon."

Loki chuckled, unsure what the symbols meant but appreciating Mobius's effort. "I have no clue what that is, but I'll bet Kevin will love it."

"You're probably right," Mobius agreed, sampling a piece of a pancake. "So long as it tastes good, he'll eat it." He grinned. "Wanna go wake him up? We've got to get a move on. The party starts at noon, and we still need time to decorate."

Loki nodded, a warm smile crossing his face. "Of course. Let me go fetch the birthday boy."

He headed upstairs to the boys' room, knocking softly on the door in case either of them were already awake. When there was no answer, he peeked inside. Sean's bed was empty, likely off getting ready in the bathroom or wandering around the house. But little Kevin was still sound asleep, curled up with one of his beloved Transformers toys— its name was either Mega... tron or Mirage or something else Loki couldn't recall. Despite watching the movies with the kids and Mobius, he could never keep track of the characters. The action scenes were too chaotic for him to follow, and the names all blurred together.

Loki's heart melted as he watched Kevin sleep. In the past year, he had grown up so much, but he still looked so small and innocent, hugging his toy tightly. Loki quietly crossed the room, kneeling by Kevin's bed and gently brushing a few strands of hair from his face.

"Kevin? Darling?" Loki whispered softly, his voice tender. "It's time to wake up... it's your special day."

Kevin, like his father, was a notoriously difficult sleeper. Loki found it endearing and smiled as Kevin burrowed deeper into the covers. He leaned in closer, speaking more softly but persistently. "Come on now... time to wake up."

Kevin stirred slightly but didn't fully wake. Loki kept trying, gently rubbing his back, watching him shift and mumble something incoherent. Then, as Loki persisted, Kevin finally roused a little more, his voice barely audible as he mumbled, "I'm up, Mama..."

Loki's heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat. Mama? Kevin had never called him that before. A soft, trembling smile curled at Loki's lips as he looked down at Kevin's peaceful, sleepy face. He wanted to squeal with joy, scoop Kevin up, hug him tightly, and let the emotions he was feeling pour out, but he restrained himself. The boy was still half-asleep, completely unaware of the gravity of what he'd just said. Perhaps it had been a slip, something mumbled in the haze of dreams, but to Loki, it was more than that. It meant he belonged.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Loki smiled and whispered, "Happy birthday, dear."

Kevin blinked his eyes open, finally waking up fully. He giggled and said, "Thanks, Loki."

Oh, well. The 'Mama' thing seemed to have been a fluke, after all--or perhaps Loki had imagined it, altogether. He wasn't upset, though. He smiled, brushing it off.

"Are you excited?" Loki asked, keeping his tone light. "Your father's already starting the festivities. He's making you a special breakfast."

Kevin's eyes widened in delight. "Birthday pancakes?!"

Loki chuckled. "You guessed it."

Kevin sprang out of bed, clutching his toy. "Pancakes! Pancakes!" he chanted, sprinting out of the room.

"No running down the stairs, please!" Loki called after him, shaking his head with a fond smile.

"I won't!" Kevin yelled back, though Loki could clearly hear the sound of him racing down the stairs anyway. With a soft laugh, Loki gave up on trying to stop him and followed after.

Kevin raced downstairs, his excitement obvious as he made a beeline for Mobius, who was finishing up the pancakes. When Kevin spotted the design on the pan, his eyes went wide with joy.

"Decepticon pancakes! Thanks, Dad!" he gasped, grinning from ear to ear.

Mobius laughed, pulling Kevin into a warm hug. "Uh, yeah—‘course, bud. Happy birthday," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of Kevin's head.

Mobius should've known Kevin would prefer Decepticons over Autobots. He had seen him carrying around his Megatron toy for weeks, clearly favoring it over the equally cool Optimus Prime one. There was something about Kevin's attraction to villains that amused Mobius, but it was also oddly fitting.

A few minutes later, Sean wandered in, just as excited for Kevin's birthday. Maybe it was because he got to spend all day at an arcade, but either way, everyone was equally content. As they sat down for breakfast together, Mobius let Kevin go wild with his pancakes. Before long, the boy had coated the entire stack in sprinkles and chocolate syrup, practically drowning the dish in sweetness. It was a recipe for a sugar rush, but Mobius didn't mind. Kevin deserved to be happy.

They ate together, laughing and chatting about the plans for later in the day. But before they could even think about party prep, Kevin's morning was filled with phone calls from family members wishing him a happy birthday. Each call brought more excitement as relatives promised gifts and cards should be waiting there for him, and Kevin was all smiles, thrilled to hear from his grandparents and other family members.

Just as Mobius was about to take Sean and meet Torus at the arcade to start setting up, the phone rang again. This time, though, the mood shifted. Kevin looked down at the screen, and his smile faltered. He frowned a little, but still, he answered the call.

Mobius watched closely, recognizing the look on his son's face.

Kevin spoke quietly, his voice subdued. "Uh-huh... okay... n-no, I'm eleven, now... yeah... thanks."

As short as the call had been, it was still painfully awkward and filled with Kevin's monotone responses before he finally said goodbye. When he hung up, Mobius didn't need to ask, but he did anyway.

"Was that her?" Mobius asked softly.

Kevin nodded, avoiding his father's gaze. "Yeah... it was Mom. She just said happy birthday and that she sent me a present, but... it's probably not gonna come till next week."

Kevin tried to shrug it off, but Mobius knew the truth. He had been through this before—every year, Melissa did the same thing. She'd call and promise the kids gifts, claiming they were on their way, but nothing ever arrived. Instead, she would contact Mobius days later, asking him to buy something for the boys and slap her name on it, pretending it was from her. Sean had caught on a few years ago, and now, it seemed like Kevin was old enough to see through the lie too.

Mobius clenched his jaw, anger simmering inside him. He wanted to be done covering for Melissa's broken promises and finished pretending she cared enough to make the effort. But the question remained—would it hurt Kevin more to know the truth? Or was it better to soften the blow and let him hold onto a little bit of hope, even if it was misguided? He honestly didn't know.

"You alright?" Mobius asked, his voice gentle as he placed a hand on Kevin's shoulder.

Kevin nodded, giving a half-hearted smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, trying to sound casual, though Mobius could tell he wasn't unaffected.

He wanted to talk more about it, to reassure Kevin that it wasn't his fault, but he didn't want to spend any more of his son's birthday focusing on someone who didn't bring him joy. It was a conversation for another day.

Remarkably, Sean sensed the need for cheering up and jumped in to save the moment. He quickly changed the subject, prompting, "So, are you bringing Megatron to the party?"

Kevin's face brightened instantly. "Yeah! I gotta bring him! He's coming to the arcade with us."

And just like that, the heavy cloud of the phone call with Melissa vanished as the boys launched into a conversation about Transformers, talking animatedly about the action figures and characters. It was as if the call had never happened, and Mobius silently thanked Sean for his impeccable timing. He was so glad the boys had each other. Their bond was something Mobius cherished deeply.

----

Finally at the party venue, Mobius, Torus, and Sean got to work, setting up decorations. The birthday package they'd picked out included a private room where they could have cake and open presents.

While they worked, Torus kept up a steady stream of conversation. "So, you think you'll have your birthday here, too?" he asked.

Instead of immediately agreeing, Sean just shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe."

Mobius glanced at the two as he overheard, "Why? You got something else in mind?"

"Not really," Sean replied, finishing up with the table settings. "I don't know if I even want a party. Seems kinda... babyish... now that I'm almost in high school."

That hit Mobius like a punch to the gut. Birthday parties are babyish?

He managed a strained, "That's... fine." But inside, he was reeling. His little boy was growing up too fast. Holy shit... he's almost a high schooler.

Torus naturally kept the conversation going. "Hey, birthday parties aren't lame," he said. "You know your dad had his fortieth at a Dave & Buster's? That was wild. We got totally waste— I mean... we enjoyed... adult beverages and... participated in other grown-up substances." He chuckled awkwardly, correcting himself. "I'll never forget it. He won a bluetooth speaker in a giant claw machine--which was a major deal back then-- and we ordered the best nachos I swear I've had in my life. It was super awesome and definitely not 'babyish.' Remember, kid, you're never to old to have some fun on your big day, even if other folks might try and tell you different."

Sean mulled it over, clearly rethinking his stance. "I don't know... maybe I could have it at Dave & Buster's instead of this kiddie place? Sounds like it might be cooler."

Mobius smiled, grateful that the idea hadn't been completely shut down. "We can do whatever you want, buddy. No drinking though—you get all the fun, minus that part. Obviously."

Sean snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He wasn't old enough to be interested in sneaking beers yet, thank god. That's just another thing Mobius isn't looking forward to having to deal with.

----

Soon enough, the decorations were up, and everything was in place just as some of the guests began arriving early. Thor was the first to show up, bringing his crew with him, including little Love, who insisted on carrying in the biggest present all by herself. She stumbled a little under the weight of it, but with Thor's encouragement, she proudly managed to haul it into the party room.

Next came Drax and his daughter, followed by Ravonna and Marcus. The other guests were likely to come a bit later but it was enough for now to thoroughly welcome Kevin into having some real fun.

Finally, Loki and Kevin showed up at the arcade. As soon as they walked in, Kevin's face lit up at the sight of the decorations—Transformers everywhere, from the tablecloths to the balloons.

"Whoa! This is so cool!" Kevin beamed, spinning around to take it all in.

Loki grinned, his heart swelling with pride. "You like it?"

"I love it!" Kevin hollered. "It's sick as hell!"

Mobius didn't care to correct his language. The boy is happy and they ought to let him express it.

Once the greetings were over, they wasted no time and dove right into playing. The arcade was already busy and shortly, more of Kevin's fifth-grade classmates began arriving, filling the space with even more children. Loki and Mobius took on the role of supervisors, keeping an eye on everything, as the kids ran from game to game.

It was a bit of a madhouse, especially since a lot of the parents just dropped their kids off and vanished, leaving Loki and Mobius responsible for managing the increasing chaos. Still, despite the number of children under their care, everything went surprisingly smoothly.

At one point, though, Loki realized he had lost track of Mobius and went on a quick search to find him. After a few minutes of wandering through the packed arcade, Loki finally spotted him—tucked away in a corner with a collection of original retro cabinet arcade games. There, in the center, was Mobius, absolutely demolishing every kid who dared challenge him at Street Fighter.

Loki stifled a laugh, watching for a moment as a small crowd had gathered, a mix of Kevin's friends and other kids from the arcade, all trying—and failing—to beat him. It was hilarious.

Just as Loki was settling in to enjoy the show, he felt a tug on his arm. Kevin and Sean had appeared at his side, both looking eager and a little desperate.

"Loki! Loki!" Kevin pleaded, tugging harder. "Can we get more game points? Please, please, please?"

Kevin thrust an empty game card at Loki, and it was clear they'd somehow blown through their allotted points already. Loki sighed, unable to resist their pleading faces. He loved spoiling the boys and had no problem buying extra points—for them. Any of the other parentless kids trying to beg him for more? An automatic no. Loki wasn't running a charity for the spoiled children of absentee parents.

"Alright, alright," Loki said with a small chuckle. "Let's go refill your cards."

They made their way over to the kiosk, and Loki swiped his bank card to buy more game points. But just like before at World Market, the machine beeped, and the transaction didn't go through. Loki's stomach flipped as he stared at the screen. Declined.

Sean leaned over and read the message. "Declined?! Why's it say that?"

"Keep your voice down, child," Loki hissed, embarrassed as he glanced around to see if anyone had overheard. "It's nothing. Just—damn this card, I've been having trouble with it for a few days now. It's probably damaged."

Kevin frowned, clutching his toy Megatron tighter. "You sure it's got any money on it? Does this mean we can't get any points?"

Loki forced a smile, trying to mask the concern creeping into his chest. "I'm certain there's money in the account, dear. You needn't worry. I have other means."

He quickly pulled out his personal checking card and paid with that instead, watching as the transaction went through smoothly this time. With the reloaded game cards in hand, Kevin and Sean quickly ran off, excited to continue their activities.

But Loki couldn't shake the unsettled feeling growing inside him. This was the second time his primary card had failed. There was no reason for it—he was positive there was money in the account. Something wasn't adding up.

The rest of the party was an absolute blast. The kids had a wild time playing all the games they could. The sound of laughter and shouts filled the air as they played racing games, took down villains in movie-themed shoot-'em-up games, and tried skeeball and air hockey. By the end of the afternoon, the kids were loaded up with little arcade prizes—candies, squeaky toys, noisemakers, and tiny jars of slime, which Mobius could already tell would become a mess later. But the joy on Kevin's face was worth it.

Eventually, it was time to wrangle everyone in for the birthday cake, which proved to be an adventure of its own as the kids were still full of energy from all the stimulation and sugar. But finally, they gathered around the table where an awesome cake awaited them, courtesy of Loki.

Loki had gone all out, getting a cake from a real bakery instead of settling for a generic grocery store sheet cake. The masterpiece was topped with two Transformers toys, one of them in car form, which immediately caught Kevin's attention. He could barely contain his excitement, eyes locked on those toys as Mobius lit the candles.

They sang Happy Birthday and then Kevin took a deep breath, scrunching his face up as if he were concentrating hard. Then, with one powerful gust, he blew out the candles, everyone cheering as he did.

The second the flames were out, Kevin's hands shot to the toys on the cake. "These are awesome! Is this one Bumblebee?!" he exclaimed, already pulling one free as Mobius laughed.

Loki beamed, watching Kevin's joy. "Hold on, let us get to the cake before you dismantle the whole thing. We don't want little fingers on everyone's share."

Kevin nodded and pulled his hands back, patiently waiting for Loki to cut it up and give him the first slice. Loki had done well choosing the bakery. It was as delicious as it looked.

After cake, it was time to open presents. Kevin sat at one of the benches, surrounded by piles of colorful, wrapped gifts. Mobius, the super-dad, made it his mission to collect all the discarded wrapping paper that Kevin was hurling around as he tore into his presents.

The gifts from his friends and extended family were a mix of action figures, video games, and other random toys. Kevin had been raised well and made sure to thank everyone, even if some gifts—like the analog plastic Mickey Mouse watch or the puppy calendar—weren't exactly his style. He was courteous, showing his gratitude, knowing it was the thought that mattered.

On the next set of gifts, he eagerly tore into Loki's many presents. Each one was met with an overjoyed response, but oddly enough, Kevin seemed more thrilled about the giant novelty gummy bear than the costly Lego set. Loki could only chuckle to himself—whatever makes him happy, he thought.

Next came the presents from Mobius, two huge Transformers figures that Kevin had been eyeing for weeks. As he ripped off the wrapping paper, his eyes widened in joy.

"Ironhide! And Sentinel Prime!" Kevin squealed, holding them up triumphantly. "Thanks, Dad!" He immediately ran over to hug him. "This is the best birthday ever!"

Mobius hugged him back tightly, grinning. "You're welcome, bud. I'm real happy you're having such a great day."

Not too long later, the toys were opened, the cake was half-eaten, and the party began winding down. The kids were still hyped up, their sugar-fueled excitement showing no signs of slowing. But as the guests began to trickle out, it became clear that the afternoon of wild fun was coming to an end.

The family packed up what remained of the decorations, along with the leftover cake. Kevin was juggling his new toys while Sean helped carry the prizes they'd gotten at the prize shop.

As they piled into the car for the ride home, Kevin wasted no time in digging into the giant gummy bear, as if the sugar from the cake and arcade prize candy hadn't already fueled him enough. Loki caught Mobius's eye and they both laughed, knowing they were in for quite the hyper evening.

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Kevin spent the rest of his birthday evening playing with his new toys and running off the last of his energy until bedtime approached. That's when they all gathered in the living room to watch a movie of Kevin's choice. Of course, it was Transformers—the fifth one? Maybe the sixth? Even Mobius, who usually kept up with this sort of thing, found it hard to differentiate between the films by this point. The plotlines seemed to blur into each other, with confusing continuity and action scenes that were hard to follow. Still, it was an absolute rush, and everyone enjoyed it enough.

By the time the credits rolled, Kevin's eyes were drooping, clearly heading toward a crash after the wild day. As he began to show signs of sleepiness, Mobius gently patted his shoulder.

"Alright, bud," Mobius said softly, "time for bed. Let's go."

Kevin groaned but nodded, too tired to protest. He and Sean got up and shuffled upstairs to their room to get ready for bed. After everything quieted down, Mobius and Loki stayed downstairs for a bit, straightening up the living room, collecting toys, folding throw blankets, and putting the pillows back and whatnot.

As Loki put the movie snacks away and picked up some stray toys, he turned to Mobius. "I'm going to go say goodnight to the boys. If they're still awake, that is. Perhaps they'd like a story."

Mobius smiled warmly. "I'm sure they'd love that."

Loki gave a small nod, then made his way upstairs, stepping softly as he approached the boys' room. When he reached their door, he paused for a moment, listening to see if they were still awake. Just as he was about to knock, he heard his name—and out of curiosity, he stopped and listened.

Sean and Kevin were chatting in the dim light of their room, voices soft but still clear enough for Loki to hear.

"I wasn't expecting the party to be that awesome," Sean said, sounding pleasantly surprised.

"Yeah," Kevin agreed. "I got so many toys... and that cake Loki got was really cool. He's real good at doing stuff like that."

"Stuff like what?" Sean asked.

"I dunno... like, taking care of us. Making sure we get cool stuff and that we're happy."

Sean hummed thoughtfully. "Yeah, he is, huh? It's kinda like he's our second dad. Or... like a mom."

Loki's heart fluttered at the words, his breath catching as he continued to listen.

"Mhm... " Kevin seemed to hesitate before saying, "Actually, can I tell you something a little embarrassing?"

"I guess so."

"Okay--but you can't laugh at me, alright? Promise?"

Sean sighed. "Fine, I won't. But only because it's your birthday."

"Okay, good," Kevin lowered his voice, almost shyly. "This morning, I think I called Loki ‘Mama' by accident... Is that weird? It just kinda came out when I was waking up."

There was a brief silence, and then Sean replied, "No... actually, I don't think it's weird or really that embarrassing. Nana Aayla isn't dad's real mom and sometimes he calls her mama. And for us, Loki does everything a mom or dad would do, right? He takes care of us and tells us he loves us. He teaches us stuff... protects us."

Kevin sounded relieved. "Yeah. It's kinda like he's more like our mom than our real mom is."

Sean nodded, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. "I know... she doesn't really do anything except, like, pay child support or whatever. And a lot of times, I know Dad has to get on the phone and argue with her before we get the check."

Mobius didn't want them to know about those arguments. He tried his best to shield them from that kind of stress, but sometimes, it was hard to hide these kinds of troubles from them. Kids were perceptive, and it was getting more difficult to pretend everything was fine when it clearly wasn't.

Kevin sighed softly, glancing at the floor. "Today, when she called, I know she didn't send a present. She never does. She talks about taking us places and stuff, too, but I think she just says those things because they sound good, not because she actually wants to do them."

Sean remained quiet for a moment, absorbing his little brother's words. Kevin continued, the hurt creeping into his voice.

"You know, today she didn't even know how old I was? She asked if I was turning nine... like, she didn't even remember that I already turned ten. And now I'm eleven."

Sean's heart sank a little at that. He was older—he'd already figured out long ago what kind of relationship they had with their mom, but hearing Kevin come to terms with it now? It hit hard. He hated that Kevin was starting to notice these things too. He wished he could protect his baby brother from it all, but some things you couldn't stop from happening.

Sensing Kevin's sadness, Sean did what he always did—he took on the role of cheering him up.

"I'm sorry she sucks, especially on your birthday," Sean said, his voice gentle. "But... like Dad says, we can look on the bright side. At least we have Loki, right? I really like having him around. He does all the stuff she doesn't. Not like he's supposed to replace her or anything, but... I dunno. He's always there."

Kevin smiled a little, appreciating Sean's effort to make him feel better.

Sean hummed again in thought, then continued. "Maybe we could start calling him Mom... or Dad... or whatever he picks. I mean, he's kinda like both. We could ask him, I guess."

Kevin giggled softly. "Yeah, but you ask him."

"No, you ask him! You're the one that brought it up!" Sean argued playfully.

"Nuh-uh, you do it!" Kevin shot back, though his voice held a smile.

Loki, standing just outside the door, felt a rush of emotion so overwhelming that it brought tears to his eyes. He clutched his hand to his chest, his heart bursting with joy. Of course, the parts about Melissa were terribly heartbreaking but he was there to be their 'brightside.' Hearing his boys talk about him like that—about how they saw him as a parent and how they wanted to call him 'Mom' or 'Dad'—was a moment he never thought he'd experience. It was more than he could have ever hoped for.

Loki finally decided to knock gently on the door before stepping inside, his heart still full of emotion. "Good evening, boys," he greeted them warmly.

Sean, still caught up in the conversation from before, blurted out, "Hey, Ma—" He froze mid-sentence, wide-eyed, and quickly facepalmed, realizing what he had just said.

Kevin burst into laughter, pointing at his brother. "See? You do it too!" he giggled.

Sean couldn't help but laugh at himself, shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess I do..." He turned to Loki, still chuckling but with a hint of nervousness. "Uh, I think we have something to tell you."

Loki tilted his head, acting innocent despite the fact he already knew what was coming. "Oh? What is it, my darlings?"

Kevin looked at Sean, and after a moment of silent encouragement, he just came right out with it. "Can we start calling you our mom?"

Sean quickly followed up. "Yeah, or Dad, or whatever. Would that be okay with you?"

Loki's heart swelled at the question, and he couldn't stop the soft smile from spreading across his face. He knelt down by the edge of Sean's bed, looking between the boys with all the love and gratitude in the world.

"Oh, boys..." Loki began, his voice tender. "I would be honored if you wanted to start calling me that."

Kevin and Sean exchanged a brief look, their faces lighting up with smiles. Kevin asked softly, "So... which one should we call you?"

Loki thought for a moment, reflecting on how naturally both boys had already gravitated to calling him 'Mama.' He smiled, feeling the warmth of the title, but knowing it was important that they felt free to decide what felt right to them.

"Well," Loki said thoughtfully, "it seems like ‘Mama' came pretty naturally to both of you. But truly, you can call me whatever you'd like. Don't feel pressured to stick to one thing. Whether one day you want to say ‘Loki' and the next you want to say ‘Mama,' I'm perfectly alright with it. I just want you both to feel comfortable and free to act on what's in your little hearts."

Kevin's eyes brightened, and he nodded eagerly. "I think I like ‘Mama.' It feels right."

Sean smiled, a bit more shy but equally sincere. "Yeah... I think I like it, too. It suits you."

Loki's chest tightened with joy, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. He felt so deeply honored—Mama. It was a title that meant love, protection, and family, and to be seen that way by these boys was more than he could have ever asked for.

"Then ‘Mama' it is," Loki said softly, reaching out to pull both boys into a warm, gentle hug. Kevin got up and ran over to join in.

"Thank you," Loki whispered, his voice cracking just slightly. "It means the world to me that you feel that way."

They hugged him back just as tightly, all three of them caught in a quiet, tender moment that felt like everything Loki had ever wanted. He held them close, cherishing the warmth and love that filled the room. For a man who had often felt out of place, even within his own family, this moment—being seen, loved, and accepted—was overwhelming in the best way possible.

After a long pause, Loki pulled back slightly, looking at both boys with a soft smile. "I'm so glad we've finally come to this day," he said, his voice sincere. "I've always wanted to be here for you, and now, to be marrying your father so we can be a family together, forever... I couldn't be happier."

"We're happy too, Mama," Kevin said sweetly, a big smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah, we're really glad you're with us," Sean added, just as sincere. Then, as if a lightbulb had gone off, he continued. "Oh yeah! The wedding! Did you and Dad decide where you're gonna go yet?"

Loki chuckled softly. "Not yet, no. We've really been taking our time with it. It's actually quite hard deciding on the perfect place. Do either of you have any ideas?"

Kevin immediately tossed a suggestion. "How about Norway?" he suggested eagerly.

Loki raised a brow, curious. He hadn't spoken much about his personal family troubles with the boys, so Kevin's suggestion, while surprising, wasn't too jarring. "Norway?" Loki asked, tilting his head. "Why Norway?"

Kevin grinned, his excitement building. "'Cause you could have a Viking wedding! In the snow! With a sword exchange and all that cool stuff. Wouldn't that be awesome?!"

Loki blinked, a little taken aback by the idea. The thought of getting married so close to his family—where they might try to control or interfere—was still on his list of conditions for the wedding. But looking into Kevin's hopeful eyes, and remembering that these boys, this family, was what truly mattered, he found himself considering it more than he'd like to admit.

"You know," Loki said slowly, "that would be very awesome. I suppose I'll think about it."

The boys erupted into cheers, thrilled at the possibility.

"Yay! A Viking wedding!" Kevin exclaimed, practically bouncing on his bed.

Sean grinned. "It would be so cool!"

Loki smiled fondly at them, his heart filled with warmth. The idea of getting married back home was still a bit unsettling for him, but the joy it brought to the boys made it hard to resist. He could always revisit the idea—for them. Maybe they could go to Iceland, instead and keep with the theme but still be distant enough for comfort. He'll have to discuss it with Mobius.

"All right, all right," Loki said, waving them down. "Enough excitement for one night. Time to get some sleep."

"Okay, Mama," Kevin yawned, already starting to wind down.

Loki sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in to tell them a short story from Norse mythology. Sean and Kevin listened intently, their eyelids growing heavier by the minute.

As Loki finished the story, both boys were visibly sleepy, their little bodies sinking into the blankets. He kissed each of them on the forehead, pulling the covers up snugly.

"Goodnight, my sweet boys," he whispered tenderly.

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The next morning, the boys had to go to school, and Mobius had work, though he didn't need to be in until a comfortable 10 a.m. Loki didn't need to be at the bookshop until noon, so after they walked the boys to the bus stop, they returned home to relax for a few hours.

The night before, Loki had shared the news about the boys wanting to call him 'Mama,' and Mobius had been thrilled. They talked about it for a long time, lolling in the happiness that came with the boys accepting Loki as their parent. Mobius was so glad to see his sons receiving the love and security they deserved from Loki. It made their growing family feel stronger, and now they all felt light and joyful, connected in a way that made everything feel right.

This morning, the peaceful mood carried over. They sat on the back porch, sipping tea in a peaceful, domestic scene. The air was breezy and comfortable, with Mobius browsing jet ski models on his phone, while Loki caught up on the latest reality TV drama. They didn't talk much, simply enjoying the quiet together.

At one point, Mobius put down his phone and stretched. "I'm gonna go grab some marshmallows for my matcha," he said casually.

Loki glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "That is a sin," he replied dryly.

Mobius chuckled. "I'm telling you, matcha with caramel, rice milk, and marshmallows will change your life."

"I'm fine with my life where I drink tea the way it's meant to be consumed," Loki quipped, waving him off. "Go get your cursed marshmallows."

With a laugh, Mobius headed back inside, shaking his head. He opened the pantry, searching for the marshmallows when he suddenly heard a knock at the door. Who could be visiting so early? he wondered, slightly confused. He walked over and opened it, not sure what to expect.

Standing on the other side of the door was the most remarkable man Mobius had ever seen. He was tall and powerfully built, dressed in a sharp, formal suit that barely concealed his large, well-defined muscles. His skin was a rich mocha tone, and his golden eyes glowed with an intensity that sent Mobius's heart racing. To top it off, the man's features were incredibly handsome, practically perfect. Mobius found himself momentarily speechless, melting under the stranger's gaze.

The man, noticing Mobius's silence, spoke first. His deep, smooth voice carried a refined English accent, which only added to the effect. "Good morning, sir. I apologize for disturbing you so early, but I'm looking for a man named Loki Friggason."

Mobius blinked, snapping out of his daze. "Um—" he stammered, and then quickly composed himself. "O-Okay, give me a second. I'll see if he's available to come to the door."

He practically ran back out to the porch, where Loki was still sipping his tea. "Did you find the marshmallows?" Loki asked, glancing up.

Mobius, ignoring the question entirely, blurted out, "There's a big, tough-looking, extremely handsome man with golden eyes at the door asking for you."

Loki froze, setting down his teacup as a look of shock—and fear—crossed his face. "Did he have neatly woven dreadlocks and an English accent?" he asked, his voice suddenly tight.

Mobius nodded. "Yeah, why?"

Loki cursed violently in Norwegian, slamming his hand on the table. Without another word, he stormed toward the front door, Mobius following closely behind. Loki swung the door open with force, and the sight of the man confirmed his fears.

"Heimdall," Loki growled. "You'd better be here for an impromptu friendly visit, in which case I'll invite you in for a nice cup of tea. Otherwise, I will formally rescind my offer."

Heimdall smiled fondly, clearly used to Loki's attitude. There was a familiarity in the way he looked at him—like someone who had dealt with Loki's temper many times before.

"Loki," Heimdall said smoothly, his deep voice carrying a weight of authority. "I'm here on behalf of your father. In light of your engagement, I've been tasked with escorting you and your fiancé back to Tønsberg, ensuring you both arrive safely and unharmed at the palace."

Loki's face hardened, and without a word, he slammed the door in Heimdall's face.

Mobius blinked, staring at Loki in shock. "What the hell was that?" he asked, utterly confused.

Loki sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's started."

"What's started?" Mobius asked, trying to make sense of it.

"My family is trying to take back control of my life," Loki said bitterly. "And our marriage."

"Shit." Mobius raised his brows. He didn't really know exactly what that could mean but he knew if it started with sending men to his door to collect them, he certainly wasn't looking forward to the situation escalating.

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Why the hell can't Odin ever leave him be? Loki fumed as he stormed back toward the kitchen. There was always something—some way to manipulate, control, or force his hand, constantly for the sake of holding him down.

Angrily, Loki grabbed the teapot from the counter and poured the steaming contents into the sink, the sound of liquid splashing down matching his rising frustration.

Mobius came running after him, worry etched across his face. "Loki, wait! It's okay, come talk to me. What's going on?"

Loki's hands gripped the counter tightly as he leaned over it, his shoulders tense. He didn't turn to face Mobius, his anger simmering. "You don't understand," he muttered. "They've cut me off."

Mobius blinked, confused. "Cut you off? What do you mean?"

Loki finally turned around, exhaling harshly. "From the family money. I thought it was just some stupid glitch with my card the other day, but now I can see they've done it on purpose. Most definitely."

Mobius's eyes widened in shock. "Oh no--Loki--What? You didn't tell me you were having money trouble."

"It's not money trouble," Loki said, shaking his head. "I'm perfectly financially set with my own wealth. But it's extremely frustrating that Odin is restricting the riches that are rightfully mine, all to force me to come back with Heimdall. It's just another one of his tricks."

Mobius frowned, feeling a knot of unease form in his chest. "Loki... I'm starting to feel a little threatened. I mean, if your father has the power to just send people after us, what else can he do? There's literally a scary, possibly dangerous dude outside of our door right now."

Loki immediately softened, the shift forced through guilt. His family drama was bleeding into Mobius's life and making him anxious, which was the last thing he wanted. He stepped closer, resting a hand on Mobius's shoulder. "You don't have to worry," Loki assured him. "Heimdall isn't here to kidnap us or anything of the sort. He's kind. Harmless, really. He's a friend."

Mobius blinked, still processing the situation. "That's a friend? But you slammed the door in his face... but only after you halfway invited him in for tea, I guess."

Loki sighed, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips despite his frustration.

"Well, who exactly is this guy... ?" Mobius asked.

Loki glanced out the window, reminiscing. "Heimdall has always been in charge of security detail for my family. He's been around forever, always watching over us, especially me when I was younger. He kept me safe through some... troubled years." Loki allowed himself to smile softly. "Heimdall has my full trust. Oh, the things Thor and I used to drag him into..."

Mobius tilted his head. "Yeah?"

"I used to pull the most foolish pranks," Loki explained, chuckling a little at the memories. "Vandalism, petty theft, sneaking off into places I shouldn't have been—Heimdall was always there to be the getaway, covering for us and getting us out of trouble more times than I can count. I love him. He's like family."

Mobius's tension eased, and understanding started to form. "So, the door slam wasn't personal, then. It's more about the fact that your father is after you... and Heimdall just so happens to be the one running the errand."

Loki nodded. "Exactly. And I'm sure he understands it isn't personal. Honestly, it's a shame—I quite like him. I was hoping he'd just come to visit... and we could reminisce over a cup of tea. That would've been nice."

Mobius sighed, feeling a little bad about the whole situation. "Yeah... I'm sorry it didn't turn out that way..." Mobius wandered toward the front of the house, looking out the window. Heimdall had disappeared from where he'd been standing earlier.

"He's gone," Mobius called, heading back into the living room. "Maybe he left after all."

But as Mobius stepped into the room, he caught sight of the man through the back door, lounging casually in his ornamental seashell chair on the porch. Mobius blinked in disbelief. "Um... Loki? He's... sitting on the back porch. How did he get over there? He must've hopped the fence."

Loki smirked, hardly surprised. "Oh, I know he did. Chances are, Father told him not to come back without me. Heimdall happens to be very dedicated to his job, so I'd wager he's not leaving anytime soon."

Mobius stared out at Heimdall, lounging comfortably on their porch, and sighed. "So what do we do now? Just live with this dude chilling out there like a lawn ornament?"

Loki crossed his arms, staring at the back door. "I have no idea. Part of me wishes to talk to him—but I refuse to let him in because I know he'll start talking about why he's here, or about my father at all. I don't wish to hear any of it."

Mobius thought for a moment, glancing between Loki and Heimdall's towering figure on the porch. "Why not just set a boundary right from the start?" he suggested. "Tell him ahead of time that you're not returning. Make it clear there's no point in discussing his assignment."

Loki raised an eyebrow, considering it. "Setting a boundary... that might just work," he said, sounding more intrigued than hesitant. But every time Mobius mentioned that word, 'boundary,' Loki couldn't help but feel extremely proud. It's nice to see him using his new social skills to help others.

After a beat, Loki nodded, letting out a resigned breath. "Fine," he muttered. "I'll talk to him. But only under those terms."

"Glad to hear it," Mobius smiled. But, as he thought about Heimdall joining them for tea, after all, he spotted the empty teapot. "Darn... we could've had more tea together outside if you hadn't poured the rest out."

Loki huffed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, fine. I'll make another pot."

Mobius's grin widened, glad to see Loki coming around. "Thanks, sugar."

As Loki disappeared into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of tea, Mobius figured it might be nice to treat Heimdall like the friend Loki claimed he was. He peeked out onto the porch, the cool morning air hitting him as he stuck his head out.

"Excuse me? Mr. Heimdall?" Mobius called out tentatively.

Heimdall, sitting tall and regal in the seashell chair, turned his head slightly, those piercing golden eyes locking onto Mobius. For a brief moment, Mobius felt his voice catch in his throat under the intensity of Heimdall's gaze. Holy cow, how is anyone supposed to keep their cool around this guy?

But Mobius managed to smile, keeping his tone steady. "Have you eaten breakfast yet? I could make you something, or grab you some cookies for a little snack."

Heimdall's expression softened, and he shook his head. "I'm fine. I don't wish to impose, especially since I've shown up so unexpectedly."

Mobius waved it off. "Oh, that's nonsense. I don't mind at all. Just hang tight. I'll be right back."

Loki busied himself in the kitchen, preparing another pot of tea, while Mobius grabbed a plate of homemade lemon cookies. Once everything was ready, Mobius headed outside with the refreshments, but as he stepped onto the porch, he noticed something odd—Loki hadn't followed him out.

Assuming Loki needed a bit more time to gather himself, Mobius decided to go ahead without him. He approached Heimdall, who was still lounging in the seashell chair, and set the plate of cookies on the small table between them.

"Hey, uh... here you go," Mobius said, offering a friendly smile as he sat down beside him. "I'm Mobius, by the way."

Heimdall nodded, his golden eyes sharp but kind. "It's nice to meet you, Mobius. I've heard plenty about you from Frigga."

Mobius blinked, pleasantly surprised. "Wait—really? From Frigga?"

"Yes," Heimdall continued, his tone calm and matter-of-fact. "She speaks quite highly of you. It seems you've made quite an impression on her, even though you have yet to meet. Loki apparently chats about you a lot over the phone whenever they get a chance to speak to each other."

Mobius let out an awkward giggle, feeling a bit overwhelmed. The idea that Loki had spoken about him to his family—and that Frigga had already approved—left him both flattered and a little frazzled. He felt his face heat up, letting out an unflattering snort as he nervously covered his mouth with his hand.

"Sorry--" Mobius muttered, embarrassed.

Heimdall didn't seem fazed. His expression remained neutral, though there was a faint hint of amusement in his eyes.

Mobius cleared his throat, trying to play it off. "Uh, I'm sure Loki will be out here any minute with the tea. He's probably just... caught up. Or something."

Heimdall tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting toward the door. "I'm quite familiar with Loki's moods," he said. "I understand he doesn't particularly want to talk to me. But I hope we can at least have a friendly conversation without delving into topics that might upset him."

Mobius gave a thoughtful nod, appreciating the sensitivity Heimdall was showing. "Yeah, I get that."

"Unfortunately, I've only been sent here to fetch the two of you. At some point or another, we'll need to have that uncomfortable conversation."

Mobius winced slightly, looking back toward the door, then back at Heimdall. "But... not right away, right?" he asked hopefully.

Heimdall gave him a faint smile. "I suppose it can wait."

Mobius let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks. I really appreciate that. I know Loki will, too."

The two sat together in an awkward but peaceful silence, nibbling on lemon cookies, as they waited for Loki to join them. Mobius shifted slightly, trying to come up with something to say when, finally, Loki stepped outside with a flourish.

"I come bearing tea!" Loki announced grandly, holding the teapot aloft like a prize. "A peace offering. My only condition is that you—"

"—not mention he-who-shall-not-be-named?" Heimdall interjected smoothly, cutting Loki off mid-sentence. "I've already discussed it with Mobius. We've come to an agreement."

Loki blinked, lowering the teapot as the dramatic air he'd cultivated deflated. "Oh," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "Well, I guess that's already taken care of, then." He set the tea down, slightly annoyed that his grand entrance had been undercut, but grateful that Heimdall had at least taken the conversation where it needed to go.

With the air cleared, Loki sat down next to Mobius, and they all settled in. Loki poured the tea for them, and soon enough, the conversation took a lighter turn.

Heimdall glanced around at the suburban backyard, taking it all in, and then back at Loki. "So, this is where you've been? In Suburbia, Ohio?"
There was no mockery in his voice, only curiosity, and Loki could see that his old friend was genuinely happy for him.

"Yes, indeed," Loki replied with a small, contented smile. "I've found my happiness here with my darling Mobius."

Mobius smiled, joining in. "It's been perfect. We're a family now, as close as ever."

Heimdall nodded, his eyes glancing toward the yard, where toys and scattered bits of childhood littered the grass. "I assumed there were children here," he said with a slight chuckle. "I spotted the toys."

Loki let out a mock exasperated sigh. "Yes, oh, those boys... I try to get them to clean up after themselves, but children of their age are especially difficult. Though...it's alright. I love them unconditionally, and they love me as their ‘Mama,' so I suppose that's just how it goes, isn't it?"

Heimdall's expression softened, and though he didn't seem surprised, he smiled warmly. "I always suspected you'd find your way into parenthood. I saw it in your future—the way you cared for your pets when you were younger. Cradling wolf pups and ravens as if they were your own children. Always so devoted, even back then." He paused, glancing at Loki with a knowing smirk before continuing. "And let's not forget how you'd sneak out to the horse stables, thinking you were being so clever. You really thought no one noticed."

Loki's eyes widened slightly, embarrassment crossing his face as Heimdall went on.

"I knew all about it," Heimdall said, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "But, I picked my battles. Sneaking off to the stables to be with the horses was a harmless rebellion. It was better than the other times you snuck out to do actual mischief—like that ridiculous phase where you'd steal cigarettes. Not because you smoked them, since you were too vain to do anything that might affect your complexion in future years, but just because you thought it would make you look cool to hold them-- and you used to hide the boxes in Thor's clothes so the maids would get him in trouble when they did the laundry.

Mobius laughed out loud, already invested in the story. "Oh, that is so messed up. He ever get caught hiding the boxes or did you just let it go on?"

Before Heimdall could get too far into what was clearly about to be an annoyingly elaborate embarrassing childhood story, Loki held up a hand, stopping him. "That's lovely and all, Heimdall," Loki said, "but we don't need to go into details."

Mobius, on the other hand, leaned forward, determined to hear more. "Oh, no, I definitely think we need details," he teased.

Heimdall looked between them, amused. "Perhaps just one or two stories for old times' sake?"

Loki groaned, knowing full well that Mobius wasn't going to let this go.

They sat there for far too long while Heimdall recounted every story he could remember from Loki's rebellious youth.

He began with the first time Loki was kicked out of Vesborg Prep boarding school—it had been a relatively tame incident, all things considered. Loki had a habit of tormenting his roommates with harmless but relentless pranks and irritating the teachers with his sharp tongue. But after being expelled, he had been transferred to The Bjørknes Academy and well, getting kicked out of there had been a bit more memorable.

Loki had been particularly furious after a group of teachers at Bjørknes had forced him to stand in front of the school to be made an example for not adhering to the dress code—something about adding clever alterations to his uniform and purposely putting tears into his jacket. In retaliation, Loki unleashed chaos by sneaking into the teachers' quarters at night and releasing a handful of harmless snakes.

"It was garden snakes, mind you," Loki explained. "Nothing dangerous, but the way those clueless, wretchedly poor excuses for teachers reacted... you'd think it was an infestation of vipers."

Mobius couldn't contain his laughter. "You little mischievous scamp... I can't even begin to speculate where you might've gotten the snakes from. And I'll bet you still don't regret a thing, huh?"

"Correct." Loki sighed dramatically, though there was nothing but pride in his expression. "I despised those teachers. They didn't care about us—it was nothing more than a glorified prison. Boarding school is just a place to ship off kids so parents don't have to deal with them."

Mobius felt for him in that instance. He had no idea what it might feel like to be sent away to a live-in school where they probably treated the kids like little soldiers. Though, as much as he wanted to comfort him, Heimdall came back with another story.

"Yes, the snakes were quite a clever stunt," he continued, glancing at Loki, "but I haven't even mentioned what happened the third time you were expelled. That's when things really got creative."

Loki rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming.

"Loki managed to log into the school's email system and send out a mass message to all the students and parents, telling them that the school would be starting the winter holiday earlier by an entire week," Heimdall said, grinning slightly. "Not only that, but he locked the headmaster out of his own computer. By the time he regained access, half the parents had already arranged to pick their children up early for the holidays. It was utter chaos."

Mobius gasped, hardly able to believe the story.

Loki shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "It was quite easy, actually. It was early-internet, and the headmaster had his password sitting there out in the open on a Post-it note, just begging to be used. Not really my finest moment of self control, but the stunt was certainly effective."

Heimdall shook his head fondly. "Oh, it was effective, alright. And it got you expelled—right before winter break."

Loki groaned, a bit irritated that he had to recall those blasted high school memories. "Vestborg was insufferable--let me explain myself. After Bjørknes, I had ended up stuck back at Vesborg Prep again with Thor after my parents paid a generous sum to the head of admissions to let me back in. Though, it was all a waste, I suppose, since I went and got myself kicked out yet again. But I was just so full of rage at being treated unjustly. Thor was beloved for his sporting skills, even though he was terrible at coursework. Meanwhile, I, with all my intellectual prowess, was somehow always overlooked. They actually voted Thor as head of the class council! Can you believe that? I clearly deserved it, and yet they chose him."

Mobius raised an eyebrow. As much as he loves Loki and would support his endless complaints, sometimes he just has to call him out on his dramatizations. "Yeah, I get why you'd be mad, but... I'm not sure how you expected to be voted head of class council after being kicked out of two different schools... including the very one you wanted to gain a high mostly social-based position in."

Heimdall burst out laughing, clearly enjoying the conversation. Even his laugh was as gorgeous as his looks. Now that's just what it must be like to be blessed.

"That's exactly what I told him when I had to pick him up after he got booted." Heimdall said, "He was furious, but truthfully, it was one of the more amusing expulsions. I had child locked the windows in the car as we pulled away so he wouldn't cause a scene, but I recall him forcing open the sunroof, anyway, and flipping his teachers the bird as we left campus."

That detail had Mobius nearly cackling as he pictured the events. What a little rascal Loki must've been, indeed.

Loki let out an exasperated sigh, though a smile tugged at his lips. "Oh, fine. Have your fun. Laugh at me. But honestly, is there anyone else brave enough to stand up to bullies, unjust teachers, and clueless classmates, not once, but thrice? I should be commended! Admired, even—I'm a role model."

Mobius raised a brow and gave Loki a playful look. "Oh? You really want our kids following in your footsteps? You wanna be the one to deal with Sean after he sneaks snakes into his classroom or Kevin for starting a fire in the teachers lounge?"

Loki backtracked immediately, waving a hand. "Well... perhaps not a role model exactly... more of an inspiration, but one that shouldn't be followed too closely."

Mobius smirked. "Mhm. That's what I thought."

They talked for a while longer, reminiscing about the chaos Loki and Thor had dragged Heimdall into during their college-aged years. When Loki got to that age, his rebellion had thankfully calmed into something more... creative.

"By the time he hit university, petty rebellion took a backseat, and Loki spent most of his energy on the arts. I remember him gathering quite the following after curating a very edgy internet presence," Heimdall said. "I only mention social media because he-who-shall-not-be-named was particularly disgruntled after being presented with the page. He thought it was awful for the family image--though for once he had no real power to put a stop to it."

"At least Mother supported me," Loki said with a dramatic sigh. "Though, I always had a feeling it was only because she had no idea what social media was. But, so long as it was keeping me out of trouble, she saw no issue. I'm just glad the damned site nearly disappeared. I might've been wonderfully artistic, but early 2000s Myspace pages weren't exactly the pinnacle of modern-day style."

"Oh god, not Myspace," Mobius said. The idea of Frigga supporting her little emo son was adorable, but he couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "I wish I could see it. You practically owe me this after looking through every old photo album I own."

Loki turned his nose at that comment. He might owe Mobius a lot of things but a look into the rare embarrassing moments in his past definitely wasn't one of them.

"It's not my fault your father is the king of scrapbooking and took pictures at every moment in time," Loki said. "My family only ever took formal portraits. I suppose I'm just lucky that my old personal photos got to die with the cursed early internet sites."

"Myspace isn't exactly dead," Mobius chuckled. "I'll bet your site is probably still up."

Loki's face went pale, his eyes wide with horror. "Absolutely not. You will not look for it. I forbid it."

Mobius, grinning mischievously, looked only more tempted. "I dunno... I bet it was really something."

Loki shot him a desperate look but was saved at the last minute when Mobius glanced at the time.

"Ah, I've gotta get to work... but you better belive this ain't over, Friggason." He gave Loki a little wink before getting up to go. Though while in a slight rush, he paused at the door. "Wait—what about Heimdall? Do you need a hotel or something?"

Loki sighed, knowing exactly where this was going. "He won't go to a hotel. I already know."

Mobius looked confused. "Huh? Why not?"

Loki sat back in silence, letting Heimdall answer.

"I can't leave without you both, or Loki at the least," Heimdall explained calmly. "I've been sent on a mission, and apologies, Mobius, but it seems I'm here to stay for the time being."

Mobius blinked, a little thrown. "Oh... uh, so you mean you're just gonna stay here... indefinitely? Even if we don't invite you inside, you're just gonna camp out on my porch?"

Heimdall gave him a knowing smile. "That won't be a concern. I know you'll invite me in eventually. You're too open-hearted."

Mobius sighed, knowing he was right. "Damn it."

He paused, then got an idea. "What if we just pack up and go somewhere else? I mean, if you stay here, how can you track us?"

Loki groaned. "Here we go…"

Heimdall's golden eyes gleamed as he turned to Mobius. "Oh, I'll know where you are. I always know. I can sense the flap of a butterfly's wing from across the cosmos, I can hear a cricket's chirp from galaxies apart. I. See. All."

Mobius shuddered slightly, suddenly feeling those golden eyes were, indeed, all-seeing. "Message received... But I gotta go to work. At my job. At Piranha Powersports. Which I'm sure you already know, Mr. All-Knowing."

Loki snorted. "Have fun, darling. Sell lots." He gave him a finger wave.

"I always do," Mobius said with a grin before heading out.

As soon as the door closed, Loki's cordial expression dropped. He slammed his teacup down, glaring at Heimdall. "Alright, the show's over. Now get the fuck off my property." He at least had to try.

Heimdall simply shook his head, unbothered. "No."

"Damn it all," Loki groaned, knowing full well it was useless. Heimdall wasn't going anywhere. He was going to have to figure out a plan.

----

Heimdall really meant it when he said he wasn't going anywhere. When Loki left for work that first day, Heimdall was still there. When both Loki and Mobius came back later that evening, he was still there. Even when the kids got home from soccer practice, there he was, ever-present like a phantom—though at least a friendly one.

As annoying as it initially was, it became manageable. They introduced Heimdall to the kids so they wouldn't be alarmed by the large, stoic man seemingly stalking their home. To Mobius's surprise, Heimdall was actually fun to be around. The kids didn't mind him at all, and it didn't take long before they were talking his ear off about random kid stuff and teaching him to play Mario Kart.

By the end of that first night, when it was time to send the kids off to bed, Mobius casually offered Heimdall the guest room. To their bemusement, Heimdall pulled out a suitcase seemingly from nowhere—clearly, the man had been prepared for an extended stay.

The next morning, he was still there. And the morning after that. And the one after that. It became a bit of a waiting game. Heimdall was prepared to wait as long as it took for Loki to have the conversation he was sent for, but Loki, ever-stubborn, was just as determined to never acknowledge the situation.

Oddly enough, Mobius didn't mind it. Heimdall was a surprisingly good houseguest. After a few days, they started assigning him chores. Not only did he entertain everyone with his stories, but he helped around the house, cleaning up, and even saved dinner from burning one night when Loki and Mobius got caught up in a long lecture after the boys got into a bit of trouble. Gradually, Heimdall became less of an intruder and more like a helpful, unexpected friend of the family.

But, by the time the weekend rolled around, it was starting to get excessive.

On Friday night, Loki and Mobius lay in bed together, Mobius 'reading' on his phone while Loki half-heartedly watched videos with his earbuds in. Finally, Loki couldn't hold his irritation back anymore.

"This is getting out of hand," Loki muttered, pulling out his earbuds.

Mobius glanced up from his phone. "Hm? What is?"

"The fact that Heimdall is still here," Loki said, his voice tight with frustration. "Isn't he bothering you?"

Mobius shrugged. "Honestly? I don't really mind him. But if he's bothering you, then yes, he's bothering me too, because I want you to feel comfortable. I just thought it was impossible to get rid of him."

Loki sighed. "I have been... formulating a plan. But I'm not quite sure about it yet. It needs work."

Mobius leaned in, intrigued. "Wanna talk it through?"

Loki took a deep breath and began talking, "Well, the whole waiting game thing clearly isn't working, so we need to take it up a notch. Make it unpleasant, or chase him away—"

He was interrupted by a small giggle from Mobius, who was still looking at his phone. Loki shot him a sideways glare but tried to ignore it, continuing,

"We need to make sure Heimdall feels uncomfortable enough to leave on his own terms."

Another snort of laughter came from Mobius, his eyes still glued to the screen.

This time, Loki was outright irritated. He turned to him, voice sharp, "Excuse me? I'm trying to speak with you. What could you possibly find so hilarious?"

Mobius, guilty-faced, quickly pulled his phone closer. "Nothing!"

Loki gasped, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Absolutely not. Give it to me. Now."

Without waiting for a response, Loki went for the phone, practically wrestling Mobius as they grappled for control of the device. By the time Loki managed to snatch it away, he found himself sitting atop Mobius, staring down at the phone screen with triumph—until he actually saw what was on it.

Loki's eyes widened as he was greeted by a dated-looking goth background, clearly from an ancient era of social media. There it was. Myspace. The username at the top was 'Killermischiefgod85'.

Loki gasped, mortified, as he scrolled through photos of his early 20s plastered all over the page. It was a time capsule of cringe-worthy, early 2000s goth fashion. Fishnets, combat boots, heavy eyeliner, edgy poses... it was all there. His hair was a chaotic mess, styled in what could only be described as 'emo Christmas tree', complete with horned headbands and black lipstick.

These photos might've been cool once—maybe 15 or 20 years ago—but now, they were nothing short of embarrassing. To make things worse, Hela appeared in many of the pictures alongside him. Somehow, despite her equally ridiculous makeup and similar edgy poses, she managed to come off far more elegantly than Loki did, which only fueled his irritation.

As Loki scrolled through the page, his fuming expression deepened until he reached the last straw—a photo of himself dramatically crouching on top of a table in a dimly lit club, dressed in head-to-toe fishnets and black velvet, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers with a brooding expression that screamed 'misunderstood artist.'

Loki threw his hands up, practically shouting, "Oh, that man has to fucking go! Are you serious, Mobius?! How did you even find this?"

Mobius, still lying under Loki, sheepishly mumbled, "I'm sorry... you didn't have work today, so at lunch, I went across the street to see Hela and I asked her. Lucky for me, she was able to remember your username. But Loki... it's adorable, I swear," he added, stifling more giggles.

"Adorable?!" Loki scoffed, climbing off Mobius in frustration. "How can you call this abomination adorable? It's so... so awkward."

Mobius sat up, still laughing as he looked at Loki with amusement. "Aw, sugar, everyone has an awkward phase. It's just part of finding yourself."

"Well, you're lucky," Loki retorted dramatically, crossing his arms. "You've always been awkward, so there's no point in laughing at you! But look at me! I'm gorgeous now, stunningly refined. There's so much more to make fun of. It's so unfair."

Mobius rolled his eyes, barely hiding his grin. "Loki, you literally laughed in my face when I showed you candid pictures of me in college."

"Oh, that's right. I did," Loki recalled, his expression softening slightly. "But that was only because you were so cute. And besides, you were a successful model back then. No one could really make fun of your looks." Except for his shitty abusive husband.

Mobius shrugged, conceding the point with a humble nod, though still visibly amused.

Sighing deeply, Loki returned to his original focus. "Now that I finally have your attention, please allow me to get back to the plan--And don't you look at that cursed page again or I'll divorce you before we even marry." He closed out the tab with a sharp flick of his finger before turning serious once more. "Listen to me, come Sunday, you'd better be ready. Because that's when the plan takes effect and I need your full support."

Mobius blinked, slightly off-put by Loki's sudden shift back to the topic. "Alright. I'll be ready. Promise. We'll chase that nice man away and he'll never set foot in this house again."

"Yeah--" Loki started but he did a double-take at Mobius, really thinking about the meaning of his words. "Well, don't say it like that. Now it sounds like we're the bad guys and he isn't the annoying stalker."

"Got it." Mobius nodded. "We, the not-bad-guys, are gonna kick your family friend out for good."

"Gods. I think that was worse."

----

Come Sunday morning, Loki still hadn't revealed much to Mobius about his plan. He only told him, "Get dressed to look presentable," and after Mobius complied, Loki himself put on something elegant, of course. Then, as he was finishing up, Loki turned to Mobius with a scheming smile. "Now, trust me on this next part."

Mobius, with a raised eyebrow but a smile, nodded, "I always do."

Together, they went to the living room, where Heimdall often found himself patiently waiting for Loki to be ready to have that chat.

Loki strolled up confidently and addressed him. "Heimdall, we're going out."

Heimdall's golden eyes looked up, curiously. "Oh? You are?"

"Yes." Loki crossed his arms, "But we aren't taking the kids with us, so you know what that means? You're in charge of them until we return."

Heimdall blinked, visibly surprised. "Me?"

"Mhm," Loki confirmed, giving him a cheeky grin. "My fiancé and I are going to spend the entire day attending cake tasting appointments. We're planning our wedding, after all. So, if you're staying, you'll be watching our wild children, making sure they don't get into trouble, feeding them, and entertaining them for hours. Whether you like it or not."

Before Heimdall could protest, Loki grabbed Mobius by the hand and started pulling him towards the door.

"Kevin has a habit of disappearing, and Sean has a mouth on him that could very well leave you in tears so be prepared to suppress your temper. Ta-ta, Heimdall! Have fun." Loki waved over his shoulder, leaving the man staring after them blankly, but Loki could see the mild panic in his eyes.

Mobius was giggling the entire time, trying to keep up with Loki's brisk pace. "Wait, that was the plan?"

"Yes," Loki said, flashing a grin. "I hope you don't mind me using the children for this."

Mobius shrugged slightly, "Honestly, I trust Heimdall. If he helped raise you, he can definitely handle the boys. But, hopefully, the two of them will tire him out enough to concede and leave us in peace."

"Exactly, darling." Loki's voice was gleeful as they made their way to his car.

Before they started to get in, Mobius asked, "Wait—are we really going cake tasting, or did you just make that up to get out of the house?"

Loki opened the car door for him and gave a prideful little smile. "Of course, we're actually going. I've made plenty of appointments all across town."

Mobius' face lit up with excitement, but confusion remained. "But... we aren't even getting married in Ohio. So we won't be able to order from any of them."

Loki shrugged nonchalantly as he settled into the driver's seat. "So what? We still deserve a bit of wedding-related fun, don't you think? Besides, it'll help us figure out what flavors we might like." Loki's expression softened, his voice lowering to something more sincere. "Mobius-dear, I just feel so awful that my family and my past are forcing their way into our home. I had to do something to make it up to you. So I figured, if anything, I'd treat you to a nice day—eating cake that you didn't have to prepare yourself, for once, and enjoying complimentary champagne."

Mobius' heart swelled, and he smiled, deeply touched. "Oh, baby, that's so sweet of you. Thank you." He leaned over to press a tender kiss to Loki's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," Loki replied, his heart filled with warmth as he squeezed Mobius' hand.

----

Loki had gone all out for the cake-tasting experience, taking Mobius to a charming, upscale bakery in town. Mobius had never been there before and was already impressed by the place's ambiance—the grandiloquent décor, the warm lighting, and the beautiful display of cakes sitting in the cooled cases. It was deeply romantic, and he could feel the love Loki had put into choosing this place, which made it all the more special.

They were soon presented with an array of cakes-- chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and a few fancier flavors. They all looked delicious, delicate, and immaculately decorated. To top it off, there was complimentary champagne, which Mobius gladly indulged in.

Loki turned to him and asked, "You don't already have a preference for flavor, do you?"

Mobius shook his head as he admired the spread. "No, but honestly, these look so good I could go for a Neapolitan cake. A bit of everything."

Loki smiled, considering the idea. "I wouldn't mind that either. But let's see what we're working with."

They both picked up their forks, ready to sample. Loki started with the strawberry while Mobius began with a bite of the vanilla. Loki took his time, savoring the strawberry cake with a thoughtful expression. "This is pleasant," he said. "What do you think of yours?"

Mobius hesitated, slowly chewing. "It's fine."

Loki shot him a look, amused. "Oh, Mobius, please, don't hold back. Be harsh. We're here to figure out what we like and what we don't like, after all."

Mobius smirked, accepting the challenge. "Alright, fine." He took another bite, then sighed, shaking his head. "It's dense. Really dense. Like they used all-purpose flour instead of cake flour or maybe they just skimped on the leavening or didn't whip their eggs enough... Didn't that guy say this was a chiffon cake?"

Loki frowned, checking the menu. "I believe so."

Mobius scoffed, unimpressed. "No goddamn way. If this is chiffon, then either I don’t know what chiffon is, or the baker doesn't know what the hell he's doing, because this has got to be the worst chiffon cake I've ever tasted. Even if it were a pound cake, it'd be mediocre at best."

Loki couldn't contain his laughter. He wasn't used to hearing Mobius so critical, but he absolutely loved it. "I didn't know you could be so brutal. But you're right—these cakes are far too heavy. The texture is beginning to repulse me."

They both exchanged a look of mutual understanding before Loki shook his head. "Alright, let's get out of here. Clearly, this is not the cake of our dreams."

Mobius laughed, feeling a bit relieved to leave behind the subpar pastries. As they paid the fair price and exited the bakery, they discovered that their next stop was just a few doors down in the same shopping center. Loki suggested they take a romantic little stroll in between tastings, and Mobius couldn't help but feel grateful for the day they were having.

Loki squeezed Mobius's hand gently. "Thank you for trusting me on this. I just wanted today to be special for us."

Mobius smiled warmly. "It already is, sugar. You're spoiling me with all these sweets. How could it not be?"

They continued their walk, hand in hand, ready for the next bakery and for whatever delicious (or not-so-delicious) cakes awaited them.

As they were walking, Mobius and Loki strolled past high-end shops and chic furniture stores. Eventually, they passed a particularly fancy spot, and Loki suddenly stopped in his tracks with a gasp, eyes wide with excitement.

Mobius, alarmed, looked around. "What is it?!"

Without answering, Loki grabbed his hand and dragged him into the store. Inside, Loki's gaze was fixed on a giant, opulent couch, illuminated by the soft lighting of the showroom. It was a plush, velvet sofa in a lovely shade of cream, with gold accents along the carved wooden frame. The legs were intricately designed, curving into delicate scrollwork, while the backrest rose high, giving it a regal appearance. The cushions were thick and inviting, and the entire piece radiated luxury. It looked like it belonged in a palace.

"Mobius," Loki breathed, "I have to have this sofa in my life! Just look at it!"

Mobius stared at the couch, admittedly impressed by how fancy it looked. "It's pretty," he said cautiously, "but… what's wrong with the sofa we already have?"

Loki waved a hand dismissively, "Oh, darling, nothing at all. It's beautiful and very you—but it also looks like something you'd find in The Golden Girls' house. It's just… a lot. Slightly tacky, don't you think?"

Mobius chuckled. He loved that couch, but now that Loki had pointed it out, he had to admit it did have a bit of that 80s Miami flair. "So… what are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Loki continued, "this sofa is perfect. Imagine it with those seashell throw pillows we have as accents. It would be perfectly balanced—a blend of us both."

Mobius gave the couch a long, considering look. "Actually, you might be right," he said, grinning as he marveled at the piece of furniture. He checked the price tag hanging off the side of the couch, and his eyes widened. "Shoot, baby, look at the cost of this couch!-- And that's the sale price! Jeez..." Despite the 20% off sticker, it was still frighteningly high.

Loki shrugged, seemingly unbothered. "That's no problem—" he started, then hesitated, as the reality of his situation hit him. "Oh… wait… I'm not as… wealthy anymore." His expression soured as he remembered he'd been cut off from the family funds. "I can still afford it," he said, though a little less certain now. "But I've spent quite a lot this month of my own money… especially on the cake tastings I'm paying for today."

Plus, he went on a bit of an online shopping spree earlier that week to cope with the annoyance of Heimdall camping out at their house. As he started to do the math in his head of how many more indulgent purchases he could afford, he gasped, "Oh gods… I'm budgeting. How awful!"

Mobius, trying not to laugh at Loki's distress, squeezed his hand. "Aw, honey, don't you worry. We can get the couch if it's that important to you. I'll split it with you. But... maybe we ought to wait until next month. I spent quite a bit on that arcade birthday party, remember? Plus the Jeep needed some servicing... and Baby had that annual vet checkup."

Loki groaned dramatically, his disappointment evident. "Oh, fine," he muttered. "I suppose I can live with it." He sighed theatrically. "I guess having to live like this—budgeting—isn't the end of the world since we have each other…" But it was clear this adjustment to his lifestyle was going to take some getting used to.

Mobius found it utterly adorable. "Come on," he said with a smile, "let's at least go check out some fabric swatches so we can plan for when we do decide to get it."

Loki brightened at that, and they found a salesperson to show them options, already planning how this couch would be the centerpiece of their home.

After reserving their custom couch, Loki and Mobius continued with their cake-tasting appointments. The next stop was a trendy bakery boasting some unique flavors, but unfortunately, it was a bit of a letdown. Mobius wasn't impressed from the start. The buttercream was rock-hard, and when he took a bite, he grimaced.

"Tastes like pure butter," he muttered to Loki, trying not to sound too harsh but failing miserably. Loki stifled a laugh, secretly enjoying Mobius' newfound food critic persona.

As they moved on to the chocolate cake, Mobius wrinkled his nose. "This is just way too weak," he said, shaking his head. "It's missing something… like actual flavor. Honestly, it's like chewing on disappointment."

Loki tried a bite for himself and raised an eyebrow. "It's not that bad," he said, though even he could admit it lacked the richness a chocolate cake should have.

But the worst offender, by far, was the lemon chantilly cream cake. The cream was decent, but Mobius all but recoiled at the lemon curd. "Ugh. Bitter, bitter, bitter," he groaned. "I'd rather have canned lemon filling than this."

Loki burst into laughter, finding Mobius' brutally honest commentary incredibly entertaining. "Who knew you had such strong opinions about lemon curd?"

"Who knew playing food critic could be so fun?" Mobius grinned, leaning back in his chair, his good-natured complaints clearly lifting his mood. It was almost therapeutic for him. Of course, he'd never dare say these things in front of the pastry chef. He'd never want to upset anyone.

Finally, they made their last stop at a small, family-run bakery tucked away on a quiet street. It wasn't nearly as fancy as the others, but it had a warm, welcoming feel. Mobius wasn't sure what to expect, but once the woman behind the counter presented them with a slice of Boston cream, he knew they had struck gold.

The cake was incredible—soft, and moist, with the perfect balance of cream filling and chocolate glaze. The piping might have been a little rough and unnecessary, but the flavor was perfect.

"This… this is it," Mobius declared, finishing the entire piece. "Perfect texture, perfect filling. I'd be thrilled to have this at our wedding."

Loki was pleased to see Mobius so enthusiastic, and he couldn't help but agree. "It is quite impressive," he admitted, giving the cake his seal of approval. They each praised the bakery for their wonderful cake and promised to give them a glowing review.

Afterward, the baker, a kind, older woman with a warm smile, convinced them to try a slice of her homemade peach cobbler, served warm straight from the oven. One bite, and Mobius was sold.

"Would it be crazy to have just a giant pan of this at the wedding instead of cake?" Mobius half-joked, savoring another bite of the cobbler.

Loki chuckled but found himself seriously considering it. "You know… that's not a bad idea," he said. "Maybe we could break tradition a bit."

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By the time Loki and Mobius arrived home, it was dark outside, but not quite late enough that it was past the boy's bedtime. Their day together had been absolutely perfect—cake tasting at a variety of charming bakeries and a bit more window shopping, followed by a quiet, romantic dinner. It was exactly the kind of day they needed.

As they stepped inside, they both braced for the inevitable chaos they were certain would await them—some combination of toys, a giant mess, and the boys bouncing off the walls with endless energy. But instead, the house was eerily calm and, to their surprise, spotless.

Loki paused in the foyer, glancing around suspiciously. "Where in the world could they be?"

Mobius looked around and shrugged. "I think the TV might be on upstairs." He gestured toward the faint hum of sound coming from the direction of the boys' room.

They exchanged a glance and made their way up the stairs. As they approached the boys' room, they could hear the sound of a foreign language playing on the TV. Loki's ears perked up. "That's… Norwegian," he realized, raising an eyebrow.

When they entered the room, what they found was not at all what they had expected. Sean, Kevin, and Heimdall were all sitting together inside a makeshift pillow fort. The TV was playing an old Norwegian children's show—one Loki recognized instantly—with English subtitles underneath. The kids were calm, cozy, and completely immersed in the episode, their eyes heavy with the approach of sleep.

Mobius stood in the doorway, his jaw slightly open in shock. "Hey, boys," he said softly, still processing the scene before him.

Kevin and Sean turned, their faces lighting up when they saw their parents.

"Dad! Mama Loki! You're finally back!" Kevin exclaimed, grinning widely.

Loki, expecting chaos but instead as he saw this comfy setup, he was momentarily taken aback. His initial disappointment quickly melted into something warmer. "Oh… boys, looks like you were having a nice time. Were you?"

Sean, excited as ever, beamed. "Yeah, today was awesome! Uncle Heimdall is so cool."

"Uncle?" Loki blinked, his surprise deepening. He looked at Heimdall.

Heimdall chuckled, a warm, easygoing sound. "I hope that's alright," he said, offering an apologetic shrug. "They sort of… sprung the title on me. But they're good kids. We spent most of the morning playing their video games, then after lunch, I had them go outside and get some fresh air. They played with a few kids across the street… Thor stopped by to say hello and brought Love with him. Now we're just winding down with a bit of quiet time."

Heimdall gestured toward the TV. "Remember this show, Loki? It was your favorite when you were young."

Loki rolled his eyes with a half-smile, slightly embarrassed. "Ugh. Yes, I remember. I suppose it's not the worst choice of entertainment. Better than those damn 'memes', for sure."

Mobius laughed softly and placed a hand on Loki's arm. "I'm just glad they had a good time. I was feeling a little guilty for leaving them for so long, but it looks like they had a great day." He smiled at the kids, warmth spreading through his chest.

Loki, though still mildly irritated that his plan to 'chase away' Heimdall hadn't worked, couldn't help but appreciate how well everything had turned out. The boys were happy, the house was calm, and Heimdall, as always, had handled everything perfectly. It wasn't such a bad outcome after all.

Later that night, after they had unwound from the day and settled back into their evening routine, Loki went to tuck the boys into bed. As he stepped quietly into their room, he couldn't help but smile softly at the sight of Kevin and Sean, both looking peaceful and content after their day of fun.

Loki sat down gently on the edge of Kevin's bed, glancing between both boys. "So," he began softly, "did you have a good time today?"

Sean grinned. "Yeah, Mama! Heimdall is really fun--he's like the best babysitter ever and he told us lots of cool stuff."

Kevin nodded eagerly. "Yeah, like a bunch of old stories."

Loki raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Like about mythology?"

Kevin shrugged. "A little bit, yeah. But he mostly told us about you."

Loki's eyes widened slightly. "Me?" he asked, feeling a sudden shift of unease. "What did he say about me?"

Sean giggled, eager to tell. "That you used to be kinda bad when you were little. You lived up to your namesake, he said."

Kevin, equally entertained, chimed in. "He told us about all the sneaky stuff you used to do. It gave us some ideas."

Loki's eyes narrowed, but a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Ideas, hmm? Well, you'd better not get into any trouble. You know I won't stand for silly, half-baked pranks."

Sean and Kevin giggled, nodding in agreement. "We know, Mama," Sean said. "It's gotta be well thought out."

Loki nodded approvingly. "Good." But then his curiosity got the better of him. "What else did he tell you?"

Kevin's face lit up as he leaned closer. "He told us about our new grandparents."

Loki froze. "What?" His tone sharpened, his heart racing slightly. Heimdall had dared to mention them?

The boys continued, oblivious to Loki's rising frustration. Sean explained further, "He told us about our new grandpa, who's supposed to be super powerful and kinda scary…"

"But he also told us about our new nana," Kevin added, excitedly. "He said she's real sweet and nice and pretty and that she used to bake you cookies and sing pretty songs."

Loki's initial anger softened, his heart swelling at the mention of his mother. He couldn't help but smile. "Well," he said softly, "he's right. She is a lovely woman. My mother… your grandmother, Frigga, is one of the kindest people you'll ever meet."

Sean beamed. "So we can meet her soon, right?"

Loki, still caught in the warmth of his memories, nodded. "Yes, you'll meet her at the wedding."

But Kevin's next words caused his heart to drop. "But Uncle Heimdall said we could meet her even sooner than that! He said he can take us all to Norway, and we can spend lots of time with her. And we can stay in a palace!"

Loki's stomach twisted in frustration. He gripped the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white. His jaw clenched as the boys continued their excited chatter about palaces and meeting their new grandma. He was torn—these were his boys, and their excitement was pure and innocent. It wasn't their fault.

But the thought of Heimdall using his children's enthusiasm to pressure him boiled his blood.

Loki forced a smile, though his voice was strained. "Yes… darlings, that's all true. But I don't know if we're ever going to go to Norway."

The boys' faces fell, their hopeful expressions melting into disappointed pouts.

"Please, Mama?" Sean begged. "We wanna meet Nana Frigga and see the palace!"

"Yeah, please?" Kevin echoed, his wide eyes pleading.

Loki swallowed down the fury threatening to spill out, his grip tightening further. He couldn't bring himself to crush their excitement, not at that moment. With a strained voice, he finally answered, "I'll think about it."

The boys immediately perked up, cheering, "Yaaay!"

Oh, gods. What is he going to do?

Loki gave them both a kiss goodnight, his smile tight, and quietly left the room. But as soon as the door closed behind him, the facade crumbled. Fury overtook him. Without missing a beat, Loki stormed down the hallway and out into the living room where Heimdall was casually lounging.

"How dare you?!" Loki's voice rang out, filled with venom as he confronted Heimdall.

Heimdall quickly raised his hands, trying to calm Loki. "Loki, wait—"

Mobius, now visibly confused, looked between them. "What? What's going on?"

Loki's fury was palpable. "He's using the children against me! My own stepchildren, to pressure me into going to Norway!" His voice was sharp, eyes locked on Heimdall.

Mobius looked at Heimdall in disbelief. "Wait, what? Is that true?"

Heimdall sighed, his voice calm but urgent. "Listen, please, it's not like that. They simply asked me, and I answered. I glossed over the details about your father because I knew you wouldn't want me speaking about him, but I had to describe your mother with the proper praise—because I know you'd be equally as angry if I didn't honor her the way she deserves."

Loki opened his mouth to argue but quickly realized Heimdall was right. He certainly would have been furious if his mother had been dismissed with anything less than the respect she deserved. But still, the frustration burned. "Now the boys are begging me to go to Norway. Do you have any idea how hard that is to turn down?"

Heimdall stepped forward, his tone more measured. "Loki, if you would just hear me out, we could sort all of this out."

Loki scoffed. "And give me one good reason why I should even listen to you, hm?"

"Because," Heimdall said firmly, "I may be here on behalf of your father, but the truth is, I've only come because your mother wanted to visit you, but your father wouldn't allow it."

Loki blinked, his anger momentarily replaced with disbelief. "What do you mean he wouldn't allow it? She wanted to come here? To Ohio?"

Heimdall nodded. "Yes. Frigga misses you deeply. When she heard about your engagement, she was overjoyed and wanted to visit to meet your new family. She hoped to convince you to hold the wedding at the palace because she wants to help plan it and make it perfect for you. But when she asked Odin to accompany her, he refused."

Loki's eyes narrowed. "Why would he refuse to come with her?"

"Because Odin considers coming here to be beneath him," Heimdall explained. "In his mind, it would be enabling you to continue keeping your distance. Even so, he told me outright that he'd never set foot in the 'slums' that his estranged son has chosen to run to in hiding."

Mobius, who had been quietly listening, suddenly scoffed. "Ugh, what a stuck-up asshole. The slums? Really?" He didn't work his ass off his whole life just for someone to say that about the home his life savings bought him.

Loki managed a small, weary smile. "You're right, darling, he is an asshole. Though... as I've said before, I picked Ohio on purpose. It's somewhere I knew he'd never follow me to." Loki glanced back at Heimdall. "So, if he's hell-bent on staying put, why doesn't Mother come without him?"

Heimdall's expression softened. "Because Odin gave her an ultimatum. He told her that if she came here without him, he wouldn't attend your wedding. Worse, he threatened to stop the wedding entirely and cut you off from the family money for good. Frigga didn't want that, so they compromised. They sent me alone to fetch you, hoping to avoid a worse fallout."

Loki's anger flared again. "So Odin thinks he can manipulate me yet again? He's going to take away what's rightfully mine, again?" He clenched his fists, seething. "I hate him. I'll never go back."

Heimdall held his ground, his voice calm but pleading. "Please, Loki, think of your mother. She's desperate to see you. This isn't about Odin—it's about Frigga. She's been planning this moment, hoping to give you the celebration you deserve. She's even considered giving you her own wedding gown, either to have it tailored for yourself or to keep as a family heirloom. This means the world to her. The only reason this situation feels so wrong is because of your father's interference."

Loki stood there, silent for a long moment, processing everything. His mind raced with the conflicting emotions swirling within him. His mother's love versus his father's control. The thought of Frigga's kindness, her longing to see him and be part of his life, tugged at his heartstrings.

Mobius, watching the gears turn in Loki's head, broke the silence with a question. "What if we were to visit only to see Frigga? Let her meet the kids, but not to plan the wedding there?"

Heimdall considered this, nodding. "Frigga would be alright with that. She's aware the wedding isn't set to be in Norway, but this visit would bring her a great deal of happiness. She's been excited about meeting all of you, and a visit would help ease some of the tensions, especially between you and your father."

Loki's expression softened slightly, though his frustration still simmered. He couldn't believe he was actually considering it. "Fine, say we do this—but how does Odin expect me to afford this visit when he's cut me off?"

Heimdall answered swiftly. "The travel fees will be paid for, and your father has agreed to reopen your account as soon as you set foot in Tønsberg. However, there is one condition—you have to agree to visit in November, no later. Your mother has already started planning the trip and the festivities. Everything will be taken care of, and she has specifically requested that Mobius bring his parents as well so the whole family can meet."

Mobius blinked, surprised. "Wait, my parents are invited, too?"

Loki narrowed his eyes, clearly doubting how easy it would be to get Mobius's parents to agree. "How do you expect us to convince them to come?"

Heimdall, knowing exactly how to sway them, pulled a laminated itinerary out of his pocket, handing it to Mobius. "Your mother, Erin Collins, was specifically mentioned. I was told this detailed schedule would appeal to her."

Mobius took the itinerary, eyes widening as he scanned the perfectly organized agenda. "Oh my… she'd love this." The itinerary had everything, down to her favorite font and meticulously planned activities. As he read through it, he muttered, "Dress shopping… wine tasting… a meeting with a decorator?"

Heimdall nodded, adding, "There's also a botanical gardens tour and a nature walk for your stepmother's enjoyment."

Mobius's eyes lit up. "Mama Aayla would love this… and my dad's got an activity, too? It says something about exploring a traditional longship?"

Heimdall smiled. "Yes, your father's expertise in ships was noted, and the trip has been planned to his interests. Does it seem acceptable?"

Mobius couldn't hide his excitement. "Are you kidding? My dad would go crazy for this… It's perfect."

Loki, noticing how detailed and thoughtful the whole trip was, frowned slightly. "What about the kids? What if the vacation doesn't land on their school break? Or if it lasts longer than expected?"

Heimdall reassured him. "Your mother has thought of that as well. She's prepared to arrange meetings with the best tutors in the area. The children can bring their schoolwork, and I guarantee they'll return knowing more than they left with—while having fun at the same time."

Loki sighed, conflicted. It was becoming harder and harder to say no. His mother had clearly put a lot of thought and effort into this, and he felt an emotional tug, knowing how much she wanted to see him. She had been so kind and understanding, never pushing him too hard. Besides, it wasn't as if he had to agree to the wedding being there—this was just a visit. On top of that, Mobius's parents would have an all-expenses-paid trip, and he could be in control of the situation.

Finally, after a long pause, Loki exhaled. "Fine. Give me twenty-four hours to think it over, but I believe we may have an agreement."

Mobius's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, really? You mean it? We might be going to Norway?"

Loki, still reluctant, nodded. "Yes. But if my father does one thing to piss me off, I swear I'm hopping right back on that plane."

Heimdall, ever composed, smiled faintly. "If that condition stands, chances are, you'll be leaving the same day you arrive—which, of course, is within your rights."

Loki, arms crossed, sighed. "I'll take that chance… for the sake of my mother."

He just hoped desperately that he wouldn't end up regretting it.

Chapter Text

For the rest of October, Loki wrestled with the reality of their upcoming trip to Norway. Agreeing to go pained him deeply, but he decided to give it a chance, knowing that it was mostly his mother's wish. Loki would go to the ends of any realm for Frigga, even to a place like Hel—essentially what it felt like being around his father. But before they could embark on that journey, there was plenty to finish out the month, with Halloween festivities and work events taking priority.

There was, of course, the field trip to Loki's bookshop and a flurry of other Halloween activities for the boys. Loki had to bribe his siblings to cover for him while he left the shop again for the trip, which was no easy feat without his usual wealth. Still, he got it done. Mobius, on the other hand, easily secured the days off from work—thanks to his boss, Jack, who saw Mobius as his own personal savior. After all, last year, Mobius had saved Jack's business and family from collapsing, so as far as Jack was concerned, Mobius was practically the god of all sales leads. He'd become so invaluable that Mobius figured he was due for a real partnership offer, equity and all, but that was a conversation for another day.

One of the first Halloween tasks was hitting up the Halloween store to let the kids pick out their costumes. It was Loki's first time there, and he certainly wasn't impressed. The costumes were cheap, and the 'scary' decorations barely scratched the surface of what real fear looked like. He was vocal about this, unimpressed—until he accidentally stepped on a trigger for an animatronic spider. It lunged at him and his immediate startled reaction, which involved kicking it across the aisle, had everyone laughing. But, they had no choice but to quickly hightail it out of there before Loki was forced to purchase the now broken robo-spider, rushing out as he muttered that this wasn't World Market. They had no appearance to keep up. Besides, the Halloween store would disappear in a few weeks.

The real excitement came with the much-anticipated field trip to Loki's bookshop. Mobius managed to sneak over during his lunch break to watch. Loki had fully embraced the occasion, dressing up with a set of horns and a scepter, presenting himself as the God of Mischief. Heimdall, still bound to Ohio by Odin's command, proved helpful and assisted in managing the chaos. Thor was there too, wielding his heavy, real-metal replica of Mjolnir. While the hammer didn't actually hold any real-life magical properties, it was far too heavy for any of the kids to lift it, making it truly seem like only Thor was worthy. Loki took every opportunity to joke about his brother, poking fun at how unworthy he thought Thor was of anything. The bickering between them became part of the act, much to the kids' amusement.

For the day's lesson, Loki delivered an engaging performance. He read stories of Norse mythology, intertwined with Celtic history, and gave the kids a rundown on the history of Halloween and trick-or-treating. They had plenty of activities planned, and Mobius enjoyed how much Loki was in his element, thriving with an audience. As a treat, Loki was able to pass out the Norwegian candy from World Market, as well as apples—a slightly less exciting but more authentic, traditional Halloween treat—and Mobius managed to bring over little individually packaged cakes that he stole from a couple of gift baskets from work, so that was another slightly more authentic-themed treat for the kids to collect.

The kids all had a blast. They had all arrived in costume, adding to the fun of the event. Kevin proudly showed off that this was his Mama, and how lucky he was to have the coolest uncles, Thor and Heimdall. It was a day filled with laughter, learning, and a bit of chaos, but ultimately, everything went perfectly.

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On the last day of October, Halloween had arrived, and they had one final event to tackle—trick-or-treating. Loki, Mobius, the boys, and Thor's family teamed up for trick-or-treating, with little Love joining them for a fun night out. Sean had picked out some kind of Grim Reaper-zombie hybrid costume, a ghoulish getup Loki couldn't quite place, and Kevin, unsurprisingly, was decked out in something Transformers-related. Loki couldn't keep up with the specifics, but he was more than supportive, fully prepared to carry around Kevin's plastic mask when he inevitably grew tired of wearing it.

As for the grownups, Loki repurposed his God of Mischief costume, horns and all. He looked gorgeous, of course, commanding attention wherever they went. Mobius, however, didn't go for anything as elaborate. When Loki originally saw him putting it together, he eyed him skeptically and asked, "Is that a costume… or are you just trying to be a little adventurous today?"

Mobius chuckled, looking completely casual except for his halfway-buttoned bright Hawaiian shirt, revealing a bit of chest hair, paired with cop sunglasses and he left his beard clean-shaven for once, getting rid of the stubble to make his mustache more pronounced. He smirked and said, "I'm Magnum P.I.— except, y'know, if he had greyed way too early."

Loki burst out laughing, but as Mobius stood there, hands confidently on his hips, Loki couldn't help but admire just how good he looked. His eyes trailed over Mobius, the smirk fading into something more thoughtful. "I actually really like this on you—hm..." Loki admitted the playfulness in his voice deepening as he stepped closer.

"I know, I'm hot stuff," Mobius replied with a confident grin, enjoying the attention.

Loki slipped his arms around Mobius, pulling him closer. "You should wear this later when we head to the grown-up party," he suggested, his voice teasing as his fingers played with the collar of Mobius's shirt.

Mobius raised an eyebrow. "But we already have other costumes? I thought that one was the sexy one. I mean, I know yours is going to be pretty hot." He chuckled softly, the warmth of their closeness pulling him in.

"Right, I won't go back on that," Loki said, smirking at him. "But perhaps you'll just have to save this little number for another... more intimate occasion, hm?"

Mobius grinned, leaning in slightly, "You drive a hard bargain, sugar."

Before they could get any further, Sean came running into the room, wearing his full costume and holding his toy knife out with a loud "Boo!" trying his best to scare them. Loki, still wrapped in Mobius's arms, barely reacted. He sighed, pushing gently away from Mobius, and said, "Well, I suppose the boys are ready. Let's get going before all the good candy is gone."

Easily, they let go of that flirtatious mood. While it might've been a slight letdown, well, that's parenthood. Trick-or-treating first, grown-up time later. They'll have plenty of time for that at the bar, anyway.

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They strolled through the neighborhood, the boys racing from house to house with plastic pumpkins filled with candy. Loki and Mobius held hands as they walked with Thor and Jane, chatting and admiring the various costumes. Heimdall tagged along, too, happily spending time with his nephews and niece, enjoying the holiday with them. Loki looked out for the boys, making sure they didn't get too carried away while carrying Kevin's mask when needed. It was a simple but fun evening, and Halloween was starting to become one of Loki's favorite holidays.

Later that night, after all the candy had been sorted and Heimdall had happily taken over kid-watching duties, Loki and Mobius changed into something a bit more adventurous for an adults-only Halloween party at Benatar's. Mobius ditched the Hawaiian shirt for a tan cop outfit, going full Sherrif Burt Reynolds. Loki traded his Asgardian robes for a sexy black corset and a sheer shawl, dressed as his own version of none other than Miss Mona from The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. Together, they were the perfect pair, and their costumes were an instant hit.

As they mingled at the party, Mobius looked particularly striking in his cowboy cop getup, earning more than a few appreciative looks.

As far as Loki was concerned, this could quite possibly be the last hurrah for fun and a stable environment for a good long while because he had no clue what was going to happen when they finally made their way to Norway.

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As November rolled in, Loki and Mobius had two weeks to prepare for their trip to Norway. The boys were thrilled, bouncing with excitement at the idea of seeing their mama's homeland, while Mobius was quietly excited, though he understood how difficult this was for Loki. He made it a point to be there for him, reassuring him constantly.

"Everything's gonna be alright, darlin'," Mobius would say, though he had no real idea what to expect. "No matter what happens, we'll face it together. If you want to leave right away, I'll be right there with you."

Loki appreciated this support more than he could express, but deep down, the thought of going back stirred something fierce in him.

A few days before the trip, Loki made a stop by his old house to grab his luggage set from the storage room. He hadn't touched it since the day he left for Ohio, vowing never to return to his family. As he stood there, staring at the designer set, memories flooded back, each heavier than the last. He was so deep in thought he didn't even notice Hela approaching.

She stepped beside him, her rare smile both unsettling and oddly comforting. "A bit nervous, are we?"

Loki looked up at her, his lips twitching into a forced smile. "Not quite."

"Liar." Hela placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in a gesture that was uncharacteristically warm for her. "I know you're scared."

Loki raised a brow, scoffing lightly. "Scared? That's not the right word. Annoyed, maybe."

"Loki," she sighed, rolling her eyes in that signature way that told him she wasn't buying it. "I see right through you. I know how you feel because I've been there too. Cast out by Odin, one way or another. I was tossed out, you were slowly pushed away, bit by bit. You know how much I hate him, don't you? Everything should've been mine when he steps down, but then Thor came along. He became the golden boy, heir to everything. And then they adopted you. And that poor little baby with those big, sad eyes, and miserable pout," Hela smirked at the memory, "was doomed from the start. Odin never gave you a real chance, and for that, I've always pitied you."

Loki's gaze softened. He rarely saw this side of Hela—empathetic, almost tender. "So why didn't you ever take it? Why didn't you try to push Thor aside or stand on top of me while I was down?"

Hela's smirk faded into a more thoughtful expression. "Because I don't want it. I never did. Not really. I know what the family business is built on—blood, exploitation, manipulation. All those things Odin so conveniently sweeps under the rug while he plays the part of a philanthropist and eco-friendly king. But I know the truth, Loki. I've seen it all. And I wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole."

Loki listened quietly as she continued, "I'm happy with what we've built. Our bookshop. That's something Odin can never take from us. And I couldn't have done it without you. That's why I'm glad you're the one going to Norway."

"Why me?" Loki asked, his voice filled with disbelief. "Why not you? You're stronger. You're—"

"Because you matter to him," Hela cut in. "I don't. I haven't for a long time. But you? You're still his son. If you go there and defy him, if you plan to marry who you want, even if it is in the palace, right in front of him, it'll matter. This trip isn't a setback, Loki. It's an opportunity. A chance to show him that you're not under his control. Not anymore."

Loki stood there, staring at his sister and taking in her words. She was right. He shouldn't be afraid of going to Norway. He had his own family now. His sons wanted to see where he came from, his mother wanted to meet his new family, and if Odin thought he could still control him, he was about to get a rude awakening.

Slowly, a mischievous grin crept onto Loki's face.

"Ah," she said, eyes narrowing slightly, "there it is. The look I know too well."

Loki chuckled softly. "Maybe you're right. Maybe this is my chance to rub it in his face."

Hela patted his shoulder, her smirk returning. "Now you're getting it. You have fun over there."

Loki turned to her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, sister."

"Anytime, Loki." Hela glanced at the luggage set with a faint smile before heading out, leaving Loki standing there, finally feeling more determined than anxious. This trip to Norway wouldn't break him. If anything, it would be the ultimate reminder to Odin that he was no longer under his thumb.

Loki was ready.

----

From then on, Loki's attitude shifted. Though he was still uneasy about returning to Norway, he was done being afraid. He packed up everything he needed and readied himself for the journey.

The plan was for Odin's family to arrange a private jet for them, which left Mobius utterly stunned. Not only were they first-class rich, but private-jet rich. The plane would leave from Cleveland, and Mobius's parents were supposed to meet them there. However, only his father, Chuck, confirmed he'd be driving up to Ohio. Mobius hadn't heard from his mother, Erin, directly, but Heimdall had, as he had been coordinating the travel plans. When Mobius asked Heimdall about her, he was told, "Dr. Collins has arranged for her own flight. She won't be traveling with us."

Mobius found that a little odd. Erin seemed like the type who would feel safer on a private plane, but she had always been fiercely independent. He texted her to make sure she'd be getting there okay, but she left him on read, the typing dots appearing briefly before disappearing. No response. Left on read by his own mother. Nice. Annoyed, Mobius figured he had bigger problems to deal with.

Chuck and Aayla had road-tripped to Ohio and stayed with them a few days before the flight. Though the house was slightly cramped with three extra guests—including Heimdall—they made it work. Despite the tight quarters, Heimdall fit in perfectly with the family, getting along effortlessly with Chuck and Aayla. Of course, Chuck, with his family-focused nature, made some nice comments about Heimdall, saying it seemed like he'd been more of an older brother to Loki. "It's good to see you've had someone looking out for you all these years," Chuck had said, patting Heimdall on the back. "Glad to have you as part of the family, too."

Heimdall had taken it in stride, as usual, offering one of his polite smiles. The group spent the days eating well and enjoying family time, savoring the calm before the chaos they all knew awaited them in Norway.

Chuck, in particular, was fascinated by Heimdall's frequent travels, especially when he mentioned sailing on ships. "I love a good ship story," Chuck had said, leaning forward intently one night at dinner. "You ever been on one of those old longships? I always wanted to learn more about them." Heimdall happily shared a few tales of the vessels he had traveled on in his profession.

Meanwhile, Aayla had taken to Heimdall as well. She adored his polite demeanor and was quick to adopt him as family, much like she did with most people in her life. With much of her own family being found rather than blood-related, Heimdall's gracious attitude easily won her over.

Before the visit, Aayla had gone out to get her hair done in preparation for the trip. She wanted to look her best, and she opted for small box braids that she wove down one side. The style suited her perfectly, and she looked radiant. Loki even took her shopping for the cold weather gear they'd need for Norway. She splurged on a luxurious name-brand coat after he helped her pick one out, and she was quite excited to be able to dress up for this occasion.

Chuck also cleaned up nicely for the affair. He trimmed his beard and got a fresh haircut, looking a little more polished than usual. Though he preferred a scruffier look, it's not often one gets to stay in a fancy hotel--or visit a palace, and he certainly didn't mind getting a little spiffy to make a good impression.

With everyone packed and ready to go, they gathered their bags and headed out to the car for the airport. It was at that moment, as they were leaving, that Loki witnessed a strange exchange between Mobius and his dad.

Mobius asked, "Dad, are you gonna be okay?"

Chuck replied, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm chill. I'm cool as a cucumber."

"Do you have your inhaler?" Mobius pressed.

"Pshh, I don't need that. I haven't had an attack in, what, twenty-five years?"

Mobius blinked at him, frustrated. "Dad. You get anxiety-induced asthma attacks."

Loki, overhearing this, thought about how Kevin had inherited the same thing but never got worked up enough to have an attack. Still, the interaction caught his attention.

Chuck shrugged. "So? Guess what? I don't have anxiety. Never have. You know me—I don't worry about a thing."

Mobius clenched his fists, clearly exasperated. "You have aerophobia, Dad! I swear, if you have an attack on this plane—"

"I'll be fine, Mobi, please," Chuck interrupted, ruffling his son's hair as if he were still five. "Quit worryin' your little head off, alright? We'll all be okay. I'm not gonna have an attack."

Aayla, standing behind him, rolled her eyes. Mobius sighed, turning to her. "I don't know how you put up with that."

Aayla giggled. "I'm not too sure either. The man is too reckless for his own good."

Loki, watching this, hoped Chuck was right. Surely, the man knew himself better than anyone. Right?

Wrong.

When they arrived at the airport, everyone had a huge reaction to seeing the private jet. It was like something out of a movie. The kids were ecstatic, running up the steps and feeling like royalty. Mobius stood starstruck, marveling at the luxury. Luggage handlers packed their bags while Kevin and Sean raced ahead into the plane.

But when it was Chuck's turn to board, he froze. Heimdall, standing nearby, asked, "Everything alright, sir?"

Chuck mumbled, "Mhm." Though his expression said otherwise, never had he resembled Mobius so much as he did at that moment. It made Loki pity his fiance, thinking about how apparently, his anxiety issues must've been inherited from both sides. (Obviously one more than the other)

"Dammit—it's starting." Mobius groaned, taking a deep breath to try and prevent himself from succumbing to that very same fate. As if meeting his fiance's very difficult-to-please father wasn't enough, now he's gotta deal with a potential medical emergency on an international flight.

They had to coax Chuck onto the plane, and it delayed them by about fifteen minutes. Eventually, though, they got him in, and he sat beside Aayla, looking paler than usual but managing for the moment.

Once seated, Mobius stretched out, marveling at the comfort of the seats—easily the nicest ones he'd ever been in, and he allowed himself to relax, thinking that the chaos was over at last for now.

Loki, seated across from him, suddenly said, "Darling, would you mind switching spots?"

Mobius looked confused. "Uh, why?"

"I can't sit backward on a plane," Loki said, raising a brow.

Mobius blinked. "I thought that was only a thing for trains…"

Loki pointed over at Chuck, who was still pale and shaky. "We're already dealing with that," he then gestured toward Kevin and Sean, who were trying to sneak a look into the cockpit. "And those two. Do you really want to gamble on whether or not I get sick?"

Mobius shot out of his seat. "Nope! Nope—take it, take it. I was just about to get up anyway," he said with a chuckle, moving out of the way for Loki.

Loki thanked him graciously and gave him a little appreciative peck on the cheek in passing as they switched spots.

As the jet engines roared to life, the plane began its journey into the sky. There was a buzzing excitement in the air. The boys eagerly buckled their seatbelts, thrilled by the experience, and immediately asked Heimdall to sit by them. With a smile, he obliged. Mobius alternated between looking out the window and watching his father. At first, Chuck seemed alright, but as the plane lifted off, his face tightened. He shut his eyes, gripping Aayla's hand for dear life.

Meanwhile, Kevin and Sean couldn't get enough of it. "Grampa, look!" Kevin shouted, eyes wide with wonder. "We're in the air! Do you see it?"

Chuck, eyes still closed and voice strained, muttered, "Uh-huh, buddy. I'm sure we are. But, uh... Grampa's a little freaked out right now, so do me a favor—please don't describe it."

Kevin, unfazed, just shrugged. "Kay," he said, before going back to staring out the window with his brother.

Once they reached cruising altitude, everyone settled in for what was expected to be a peaceful overnight trip. Chuck, while clearly not relaxed, managed to strike up some conversation. "So, Loki," he asked, trying to distract himself, "what exactly does the family business do?"

Loki tilted his head thoughtfully. "What don't they do?" he replied with a wry smile. "Aeser Enterprises owns just about everything—dozens of companies, and they practically run the town. My father has his hands in nearly every industry you can think of. In many ways, he controls the municipality itself."

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "That sounds... a little scary."

"It is," Loki confirmed, his tone serious. "You should be scared."

Aayla sucked her teeth, leaning back in her seat. "I'm not afraid of some man just because he's rich. He's no different than the rest of us. I won't bow down to anyone—but I do hope for peace between us."

Loki gave her a nod of appreciation. He admired her strength and self-assuredness, they would definitely need that attitude when dealing with his father.

Mobius, meanwhile, was thinking ahead. "Hun," he said, turning to Loki, "are you sure we shouldn't bring a host gift? You always make sure to bring something when we visit people. I'm just worried it might be a big part of the culture."

Loki shook his head. "There's nothing we could offer my father that he would accept or appreciate. He's too hard to please." His voice softened as he continued, "But when we meet formally for the engagement dinner, we'll bring a bouquet of flowers for my mother. I was actually hoping Aayla could help me pick out a good arrangement."

Aayla beamed. "I'd love to," she said warmly. "From the way you describe her, I'm sure we'll be able to pick something out that will match her beauty inside and out."

What a beautiful sentiment, Loki thought. Thank goodness for her.

----

A few hours into the flight, Chuck seemed to finally calm down. He needed some extra comfort, eventually laying his head on Aayla's lap. She softly brushed her fingers through his hair until he dozed off, and before long, she put in her earbuds to listen to soothing music and drifted off alongside him. She had settled into sleep after pulling up the window shade to view the sunset—only after he had shut his eyes, wishing not to startle him.

Across the aisle, the boys were quiet with their headphones on—Sean was watching YouTube thanks to the plane's Wi-Fi, and Kevin was engrossed in his DS game.

Loki, on the other hand, tried to read, though he'd never admit it, he was approaching that age where the words on the page were starting to look smaller and blurrier every day. He had picked up some fashionable reading glasses a couple of months ago, but in typical Loki manner, he barely wore them. Still, recently, he'd been considering that the crows' feet from squinting might be worse than conceding his vision wasn't as sharp as it used to be.

Mobius, who had been casually watching him, noticed how long Loki had been on the same page. Loki could be stubborn, but Mobius had long since learned how to deal with it. Subtly, Mobius rubbed his eyes and muttered something about his contacts making them itchy. He excused himself to the tiny restroom to take them out, and when he came back, his confidence was slightly less, fumbling a little bit as he felt his way back to his seat. Once settled, he sat back and squinted out the window.

In one of the most romantic gestures Loki had experienced in a while, Mobius pulled out his old glasses—those same corny frames and thick lenses he hadn't worn in years other than to get his prescription updated. Loki smiled to himself as Mobius put them on and nonchalantly looked out the window, sighing in quiet relief. "Oh, that's better... now I can see."

Loki got the hint. He chuckled lightly and swallowed his vanity, reaching into his bag for his Cartier readers. As he slipped them on, the words on the page sharpened instantly. Of course, Mobius was watching him, and when Loki glanced away from his book, he caught Mobius's eyes on him. There was a soft smile playing on Mobius's lips. Damn if Mobius didn't look adorable with those ridiculous glasses on—and Loki couldn't help but feel rather fetching himself, knowing how he must look in those luxury frames if Mobius was willing to pop those outdated things on just to see him in them.

Heimdall witnessed the entire exchange. Of course, he did—Heimdall always saw everything. But this time, it wasn't just about watching. It warmed his heart to see Loki allowing himself to be vulnerable, even in the smallest of ways. He deserved someone who made him feel safe and didn't expect him to be perfect.

For about an hour, the calmness of the flight persisted. They were well over the ocean now, and everything seemed to be fine—until a patch of turbulence shook the plane violently. For those few seconds, it felt far longer, being so high up in the air. Mobius immediately called out to the kids, reassuring them that it was alright, even though his own heart was pounding slightly. The turbulence passed quickly, and the plane stabilized, bringing everything back to normal—or so it seemed.

After a moment, Loki furrowed his brow and asked, "Do you hear that? A strange... creaking sound."

While his eyesight might be slipping, Loki's hearing was still impeccable. Mobius, however, wasn't so sure. He leaned in, listening carefully. "Creaking?" he muttered. But what he picked up on wasn't quite creaking. It was more like... a raspy, hissing sound.

That's when Mobius's eyes shifted to his parents. Aayla was still peacefully listening to her earbuds, but Chuck was lying there, still with his head in her lap, eyes wide open, unmoving. Alarm bells rang in Mobius's head.

"Mama?" he called out softly, catching Aayla's attention. She pulled out her earbud, brows raised slightly as she looked at Mobius, who was gesturing toward Chuck. "Is he alright?"

Aayla looked down at Chuck, her face shifting from relaxed to concerned as she put her ear close to him. She glanced up with a frown and said, "He's wheezing..."

Mobius' heart sank. "Aw, dammit! Dad, you okay?" His voice wavered with worry as he tried to assess the situation. In his mind, one thought raced. Please don't let them have a medical emergency 35,000 feet in the air--over the fucking ocean!

Chuck turned his head slightly, his voice quiet and raspy. "Are we dead?" he asked, eyes still wide with lingering fear.

Aayla gently rubbed his arm, her voice soothing. "No, honey, we're okay. Everyone's alright. It was just normal plane turbulence, right?" Her eyes darted toward Heimdall, silently requesting backup.

Heimdall caught on and gave a calm, reassuring nod. "Oh yes, everything is fine," he said smoothly.

Chuck muttered something under his breath, but it was so faint only Aayla caught it. She translated for everyone. "He asked, ‘How do you know?'"

Without missing a beat, Heimdall glanced out both windows, cool and collected as ever. "Well, that engine's still running," he said, pointing to the left, "and so is that one," gesturing to the right. "So I'd say that's all we really need to know right now—unless you want me to go ask the pilots, but I think this should do."

Chuck let out a wheezy chuckle, the sound more strained than usual but genuine. "No... don't bother them. I get it. We're okay."

Mobius crouched down beside him, his voice soft but laced with concern. "You sure you're alright, Dad? Want me to grab you some water or something?"

Chuck sighed, still slightly out of breath. "I could use a drink."

Loki, unable to resist a chuckle, stood up. "I think I can have that arranged." With a swift motion, he slid off his glasses, tucked them away, and headed toward the back to request that the attendant whip something up for the grownups.

Meanwhile, Mobius sat with his father, helping him through some deep breathing exercises, hoping to ease the mild attack before it worsened. Chuck's wheezing started to subside, and as he relaxed, his eyes flickered toward Mobius, suddenly amused. "You look just like you did when you were young," he rasped, gesturing to Mobius' glasses.

Mobius smiled, appreciating the rare sentimental comment. "Yeah? Some things don't change, huh?" He squeezed his dad's hand, silently thankful that things seemed to be calming down.

While they waited for Loki to return, Mobius couldn't help but wonder how Chuck ever managed to get through flights back when he used to travel all the time. Did he just road trip as much as possible, or maybe actually pack his inhaler back then? On second thought, Mobius suspected Chuck probably used a different method of calming his nerves—most likely with a little help from some... herbs. He chuckled to himself, wondering why he hadn't whipped up a batch of brownies for the trip. Maybe it had to do with the kids joining them.

Loki soon returned, drinks in hand. They shared a toast—mostly to relax everyone's nerves—and after a few sips, Chuck's color started to return. His wheezing eased, and before long, he was cracking jokes and swapping old travel stories. He even threw in some corny dad anecdotes, much to everyone's amusement.

Finally, the liquor worked its magic, and Chuck leaned back, his eyelids drooping. He was fast asleep, this time much more peacefully, and he stayed that way for the rest of the flight. The tension in the cabin melted away as they all relaxed, sleeping for the remainder of the journey.

----

The overnight flight had left everyone groggy, and as they started their decent in Tønsberg, the excitement was dulled by exhaustion. Mobius peered out the window and was immediately struck by the beauty of the landscape. With the plane descending, he could see the intricate patchwork of farmland, dotted islands, tiny piers, and winding inlets. Even in his jet-lagged state, he took a moment to marvel at the timeless charm of the coastal town below. Aayla leaned over to whisper a description to Chuck, who was far calmer but still not quite ready to look out the window, reassuring him that he'd get to see it all from solid ground soon enough.

Meanwhile, Loki felt his own heart pounding as he caught glimpses of familiar landmarks. So many memories... It was a mix of nostalgia and apprehension. As he scanned the landscape, he tried to focus on the positive memories, willing this visit to become one of them.

But his thoughts were quickly interrupted as Sean and Kevin, brimming with energy, unbuckled their seatbelts and scrambled over each other to get a better view. Loki rolled his eyes fondly and gave a gentle but firm scolding. "Keep your seatbelts on, little darlings," he said. "We're just about to land."

After an obligatory few dozen photos from Sean, they buckled back up, the two of them practically buzzing with curiosity. "So, are we gonna stay in the palace?" Sean asked eagerly.

Loki tried to give them a quick rundown. "When we land, we'll head to a hotel for the night and get settled. We'll have a meal together, and your Grandma Erin is scheduled to arrive about an hour after us. But, tomorrow we'll head to stay at the palace and have a tour and all that nice stuff."

Chuck, now looking more awake, raised an eyebrow. "Wait--Erin's only gettin' here an hour after us? What a waste of jet fuel—she could've just flown with us."

Heimdall, who'd been listening quietly, gave a diplomatic nod. "This is simply how it was arranged, sir."

Chuck shook his head, chuckling. "Well, Erin's always gonna do what Erin's gonna do, I guess."

They soon landed and braced themselves for the brisk Norwegian cold. Loki helped the boys bundle up, zipping up coats, tugging hats down to their ears, and reminding them to keep their mittens on, a protective habit he'd be adopting for the trip. "It's going to be far colder than you're used to," he warned.

The boys nodded, "Yes, Mama," eager to see the sights despite the chill.

After going through customs and such, two sleek, black SUVs awaited them, and as they drove through Tønsberg, they were treated to breathtaking views. Tønsberg was a perfect blend of historic charm and understated elegance. Quaint, timber houses lined the streets, their white-painted frames dusted with frost. Against the shore, sturdy sailboats bobbed in the harbor, flanked by more modern boats. Farther out, little islands and craggy cliffs rose from the water. Small shops and cafes, each uniquely Scandinavian, were scattered along the winding roads. Mobius watched it all, awestruck. "It's like a fairytale," he murmured, enchanted by the old-world beauty.

At last, they arrived at a sprawling, luxurious hotel. Modern Scandinavian architecture met rustic charm, with towering wooden beams, slate roofs, and immense windows overlooking the fjord. A group of impeccably dressed attendants waited to welcome them, seamlessly guiding the group inside and whisking their bags up to their rooms. Chuck looked around, wide-eyed. "This is the nicest place I've ever seen," he marveled, which immediately reminded him of a story about a cabin he'd visited once in Northern California. He started telling it, but Loki and Mobius exchanged a smile, knowing he'd be happily lost in storytelling for a while.

As they gathered in the lobby, Loki turned to Heimdall, raising an eyebrow. "So, I assume this means I've met the terms? I'm free to regain my inheritance and go back to Ohio?" he asked, half-hopeful.

Heimdall's expression was unreadable, but he replied smoothly, "Technically, yes. But after that long journey, do you really want to turn around and leave? Wouldn't you rather rest and have a nice meal?"

Loki sighed, conceding. "Fine... yes, I suppose that would be sensible." He'd only been bluffing, anyway. There was no real reason to leave so soon.

"Excellent," Heimdall replied. He gestured to the attendant nearby, who began showing them to their rooms. "According to your itinerary, you have an hour and a half to rest and refresh before meeting your mother in the hotel's restaurant. After lunch, you're all welcome to use the hotel's spa facilities for the remainder of the day. Tomorrow, you'll officially begin your stay at the palace."

They thanked Heimdall, who nodded, his job finally complete, before heading off to his own home at last.

The whole group separated to settle into their rooms. Mobius and Loki's suite was luxurious, with a double layout that connected to the boys' room through an adjoining door, giving the family a sense of space but also closeness.

When they stepped inside, Mobius was struck by the elegance of the space. The suite was massive, with high ceilings, sleek Scandinavian design, and touches of warmth—plush throws, soft lighting, and that clean, minimalist aesthetic. A large set of windows stretched along one wall, offering a breathtaking view of the distant mountains beyond. Mobius couldn't help himself. "I can't believe we're here," he murmured, looking out at the view. "It's... just beautiful."

Loki nodded, though his face betrayed more nerves than awe. "Yes, beautiful," he replied, voice steady but distant. "Almost surreal."

They took turns freshening up in the equally impressive bathroom, where heated floors and a massive soaking tub awaited. Meanwhile, across the hall, the boys were thrilled to discover that their room was kid-themed. Stuffed bears decorated the beds, and their bathroom had cute fish details and rubber duck bath mats. But it was the giant TV that won their attention, as they immediately began arguing over who got to try it first.

Mobius called out to them, "Alright, you two, take turns in the bathroom. Have a shower. And—let's keep things neat, yeah?"

"Yeah--whatever..." Sean answered, clearly distracted by the amenities.

Loki helped them pick out their best outfits for lunch before he and Mobius took turns in the adult bathroom. Mobius came out first, wearing a tan cable-knit sweater that brought out his warm skin tone and paired it with neatly styled hair. He still had his glasses on, and Loki couldn't help but smile at how handsome he looked. Loki took his turn, changing into an elegant high-neck sweater under a tailored black coat that complemented his dark trousers. They took a moment to relax, with Mobius even combing the boys' hair before someone came to escort them to the restaurant.

When they arrived, Chuck and Aayla were already seated. But Erin, surprisingly, was nowhere to be found. Chuck tilted his head as he looked at the time. "Now that's strange. She's never been late a day in her life," he noted.

Mobius shrugged, glancing around. "Yeah, she's been acting kind of… different lately." He didn't elaborate.

They took their seats, ordered drinks, and a few moments later, the distinct click of heels on the polished floor turned their heads. Erin entered, only about ten minutes late, but she made an entrance. She was wrapped in an elegant cashmere coat with a fur collar and cuffs, a wide-brimmed black hat perched atop her flawlessly coiffed, freshly blonde hair. She looked nothing short of glamorous, drawing stares from other guests as she approached.

"Hello, everyone—apologies for the delay," she said, her voice smooth as she took off her hat and adjusted her coat.

Mobius stood to greet her, a hint of pride softening his expression. "No need to apologize, Mom, it was just a few minutes."

Erin leaned down to hug the boys, who were actually thrilled to see her this time. Sean wrapped his arms around her first, followed by Kevin and surprisingly she didn't flinch, or try and shove them away from her precious coat. She just greeted them and hugged them back, saying how much she missed them.

After the kids were seated again, Chuck and Erin exchanged pleasantries, no hard feelings between them. "Nice to see you," Chuck said with an easy grin.

"You too, Charles," she replied, nodding approvingly. "Still as healthy as ever, I see."

Aayla admired Erin's coat immediately, reaching out to feel the fabric. "Erin, you look beautiful! That coat is stunning."

Loki chimed in, already spotting the designer. "Yes, I was about to say the same. That's a Santinni Marlene if I'm not mistaken?"

"Indeed, it is!" Erin smiled, clearly flattered. "Thank you. It was a gift from my gentleman friend."

Mobius' eyebrows shot up, and he couldn't help but ask, "Your gentleman friend?"

"Yes," Erin replied, a hint of coyness in her tone. "We've been spending quite a bit of time together."

Mobius, his curiosity piqued, tilted his head. "Does he have anything to do with why didn't you ride here with us...?"

She put on a bit of a smirk and toyed with the furry cuff of her sleeve, "Oh, well, Hank was headed to Sweden for a meeting and offered to bring me here on his jet. Quite a lovely flight, actually."

Aayla caught a detail that the others missed and subtly motioned to her own lips, kindly giving Erin a gentle heads-up. Erin gasped and put a gloved hand in front of her mouth, realizing her lipstick was slightly smudged. "Excuse me—I'm going to go freshen up in the washroom." She rushed off, cheeks flushed.

Chuck's jaw dropped as soon as she was out of earshot. "Now, that is not the Erin I used to know. Did she just say she has a gentleman friend?" Lowering his voice to make sure the boys couldn't hear, he added with wide eyes, "And I'm assuming they were... busy… on his plane?"

That got a cackle out of Aayla but Mobius was less than amused.

Loki gave a small smirk. "Not just any gentleman, either. Hank Pym. The actual Hank Pym."

Aayla's eyes lit up. "Hank Pym? That's amazing! Good for her!"

Chuck looked confused for a moment. "Wait, who?"

Mobius' expression was less enthused. "Famous billionaire scientist. He's mostly a biochemist but he's also an inventor with like a bajillion patents... y'know, if you're not buyin' a Stark you're buyin' a Pym."

Chuck's grin broadened. "Oh, well, that's just fantastic! She deserves someone who can match her intensity. Right, Mobi? We're happy for her?" He nudged him.

Mobius rolled his eyes, mumbling, "Uh-huh," though he couldn't deny a lingering wariness. Even if he was happy for her, he still felt uneasy like he just wanted to protect her. God he hoped she wasn't planning on bringing that guy to the wedding... although... billionaires do give famously amazing presents.

When Erin returned with her makeup in check, she had shed her coat to reveal an elegant Valentino Garavani long-sleeve dress. The design complemented her perfectly, and Loki couldn't help but suspect that Hank had likely treated her to a shopping spree. It was a kind gesture, he thought, knowing how Erin adored fashion.

With Erin back at the table, they finally ordered lunch. Loki helped everyone decipher the menu and they decided on a Nordic-style brunch platter for the whole table. When it came to the kids, Sean was adventurous, nodding eagerly at anything suggested, but Kevin looked overwhelmed by the foreign names on the kids' menu. Loki slipped on his readers, quietly hoping no one would notice. While he still felt a pang of reluctance about wearing them, feeling he blended in all too well with the table full of over-fifties and senior citizens. Although, he was still the youngest adult here... even if he'd finally hit that dreaded age where his years began with... oh gods, a four. He sighed and helped Kevin pick something he'd like.

Lunch arrived, and the table came alive with chatter. They caught up on each other's lives. Chuck talked about his retirement projects, while Aayla described her new role volunteering with local youth programs. Erin mentioned her still-thriving career, admitting that she'd started rewriting her 'extended life plan' to allow for more spontaneity.

When the conversation drifted to Loki and Mobius's lives, they shared updates on the bookshop and Mobius's excellent sales numbers, all before the inevitable topic of Loki's family came up near the end of the meal. Loki was grateful no one had rushed it. He'd been able to relax first, but Erin leaned in, a curious yet cautious look in her eyes. "I'm looking forward to meeting your parents, Loki. I've heard lovely things about your mother," she said, and then added bluntly, "Though I can't say the same for your father."

Loki shrugged, unfazed. "That's fair. He's not exactly a popular man—even among his peers."

"I just hope it's all… civil," Erin added carefully, catching Loki's gaze.

Loki took a sip of his drink, pausing. "I'm not sure what to expect, but for my mother's sake, I hope so, as well."

Chuck raised his brows, clearly trying to track the conversation. "So when do we meet this guy, anyway?"

"Tomorrow, Dad," Mobius answered.

"Yes, right after breakfast, on the tour," Erin added.

“Oh—am I the only one that didn't know?" Chuck muttered, looking around sheepishly.

Mobius and Erin turned to him at the same time, matching expressions of mild exasperation. In perfect unison, and with the same dry tone, they replied, “It was in the itinerary.” Almost as if on cue, they both adjusted their glasses with the same absent-minded gesture.

Their synchronized motion made Chuck burst into laughter, and he shot Loki an amused glance as if to say, 'Are you seeing this?'

Loki pressed his hand to his mouth, trying to stifle his own laugh. He could see why Mobius had been so anxious about turning into his mother. The resemblance was sometimes uncanny.

----

After lunch, everyone split off to make the most of the hotel's amenities. Chuck headed straight back to his room to take a nap, barely having slept on the plane due to his nerves. The boys decided to stay in and unwind with some video games—Mobius figured they could use the downtime after a long journey, and with jet lag setting in, he was happy for them to relax.

Loki and Mobius took the opportunity for some relaxing couple time, though they were just as tired as everyone else. They ended up indulging in a calming manicure session, followed by lounging in the hotel's indoor vitality pool. The warm water and tranquil ambiance almost lulled Mobius to sleep. Loki, meanwhile, eased his worries little by little, feeling more comfortable and letting himself unwind. To top it off, Loki treated his hair to a deep conditioning, while Mobius simply relaxed alongside him.

By evening, they were both thoroughly pampered and at ease. Loki had finally let go of his initial tension, helped along by the cozy dinner they ordered via room service, and the fact that the kids were knocked out early from jet lag. Later, he and Mobius shared a warm bath in the enormous tub because it’s damn freezing in that hotel and then they bundled up in the plush hotel robes, an experience Mobius couldn't get enough of.

Emerging from the bathroom, he had wrapped the robe around himself like a royal cape, declaring, "Loki, this is the most amazing thing I've ever put on my body. I feel like a princess."

Loki chuckled, "You certainly look like one, darling."

Mobius grinned, playfully draping himself against Loki. "No, you're the real princess. Look at you—look at your hair! Gorgeous."

Loki smiled, a little smug. "I know. I thrive in the cold, of course—this is my natural climate, so it's no mystery why I might look even more beautiful than I already do."

The two settled together in the robes, but Mobius was curious and couldn't sit still for long. He got up and gazed out their window at the town's twinkling lights against the deep navy sky. Loki watched him, enchanted by the way his glasses kept sliding down his nose, his focus drawn in completely. It struck Loki how adorable Mobius looked in those old frames. He knew Mobius had switched to contacts only because Brad had made him feel insecure all those years ago, and the thought irked him. Loki couldn't imagine how anyone could look at those beautiful, blue eyes through those lenses and not see the most endearing, precious person alive.

Joining him by the window, they enjoyed the view together until Loki's attention drifted. He thought he heard something—a faint sound outside their door. It was late, and it struck him as odd--no one should be out there unless it was one of Mobius's parents needing something. Loki set down his cup of lavender tea, slipped out of his robe to reveal his night clothes, and murmured, "I'll be right back."

Quietly, he made his way to the door, peeking through it to investigate the unexpected noise outside.

Loki stepped cautiously into the hall, alert, and listening. He thought he heard quiet footsteps ahead of him, though it was just a faint sound. As he looked down the dimly lit corridor, no one was there—but he suddenly felt a presence behind him. He turned, startled, and a familiar voice spoke from the other side now, soft and warm, saying, "What are you doing?"

Loki spun around with a yelp, and the woman before him gave a startled cry of her own. They froze, wide-eyed, until recognition settled in. Loki gasped, "Mother!" His voice was choked with surprise and emotion as he took in the sight of Frigga standing there. She was dressed impeccably in a light blue coat dress, her long, blonde hair braided over one shoulder, her serene beauty forever unaging.

"Oh, Loki!" Frigga beamed, stepping forward to embrace him, holding him close. "Look at you, my darling boy..."

Loki clung to her, heart pounding. "Mother, what are you doing here? I thought we weren't to meet until tomorrow."

Frigga drew back, hands still clasped warmly over his. "Oh, I didn't want to wait. I may have perfected that itinerary, but today's day of rest was Odin's doing, not mine," she explained. "I would have met you the second that plane landed if I'd had my way—but at last, I'm here now, let me look at you!" She smiled, her hands drifting over his arms as if she needed to feel the reality of him. "You've grown, my love. So mature, so handsome."

Loki flushed a little and managed to smile. "You look beautiful as ever, Mother. You always do."

"You have no idea how I've missed you," she whispered, eyes staring at him intensely. She gently brushed a stray strand of hair back from his face. "I haven't long, I'm afraid. I slipped out while Odin was preoccupied. I came because I had to see you," she explained, her voice soft. "And perhaps to say hello to your new family as well. Are the children asleep?"

Loki nodded. "They are, sadly. Jet lag has set in for them, but they're just as excited to meet you. Unfortunately that will have to wait until tomorrow," He hesitated, then gestured toward the door with a welcoming smile. "But please, come in. Mobius at least will be delighted to finally meet you."

Frigga's eyes sparkled, but Loki halted her gently. "Allow me one moment, Mother." He turned to crack open the door and whisper-yelled, "Mobius! Mother is here—make yourself decent!"

Mobius, who had been in the middle of adjusting his robe, jumped up in a panic and ran directly into the chair by the table, managing to catch it before it toppled with a loud clatter. He flashed Loki a frantic look, gave an embarrassed nod, and rushed into the bathroom.

Loki stepped back, ushering Frigga into the room. "I think he's… er, just freshening up. He'll be out any moment. May I offer you some lavender tea?" He faltered, "I'm so sorry—I haven't any flowers to offer you, but I was planning to gather some fresh ones for you first thing tomorrow."

Frigga's eyes softened, and she gave him a radiant smile, her hands coming up to cup his face. "Oh, my sweet boy, you don't owe me a thing. You've always been so thoughtful. No tea, no flowers—only a few moments with you. That's all I need." Her voice held a bittersweet tenderness, and as Loki looked into her eyes, his own smile softened. They held each other in a gentle embrace, Frigga whispering, "I've waited far too long for this."

Loki and Frigga settled into an easy conversation, each savoring the comfort of being in the other's company. After a few minutes, they heard Mobius emerging cautiously from the bathroom. He was decent, though only in a T-shirt and pajama pants. He glanced at Frigga, unsure of himself, and tried to edge toward the walk-in closet.

But Frigga caught sight of him immediately, her face lighting up as she let out a soft gasp. "Oh!" she said, her voice a warm whisper. "And this must be your Mobius."

Mobius stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight of Frigga. She was, in every sense, as radiant as Loki had described, with a serene beauty that was entirely captivating. No wonder she was often called a goddess. Regaining his composure, Mobius offered a sheepish smile, trying his best to ignore the fact that he was dressed for bed.

"It's truly lovely to meet you," he said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Though I do apologize for my appearance… I wasn't expecting company this late."

"Nonsense," Frigga laughed gently. "I've surprised you both on the verge of bedtime—I'm to blame for the lack of formality." She gave him an approving once-over, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, but you are quite handsome, aren't you? I see exactly why my son adores you. I can already tell you're every bit the man he's spoken of."

Mobius's blush deepened, and he looked to Loki for help, though he was smiling ear to ear. "Thank you, ma'am—uh, Miss…"

"Please," Frigga interrupted, "drop the formalities, Mobius. You're family." She reached out to clasp his hand warmly. "I am very glad Loki has found you. I can already see how happy you make him, and for that, I'm so very grateful."

Mobius relaxed at her warmth, and they continued chatting as naturally as if they'd known each other for years. They spoke of family, of the boys, of her excitement to finally meet everyone properly. Mobius found her charm and kindness almost mesmerizing, and Loki beamed, his heart filling with a joy he hadn't felt in a long time.

Soon, Frigga rose to leave, a soft apology in her voice. "I should go, my loves. I don't want to keep you from your rest, especially after your long travels. But I'm so glad I got to say hello. I look forward to spending time with all of you tomorrow."

She leaned in to kiss Loki gently on the cheek, a silent thank you for coming home. Then, she turned to Mobius, reaching up to embrace him and press a quick kiss to his cheek as well. "Thank you, Mobius. For all that you are to my son."

And with a final smile, she left, the room feeling somehow emptier in her absence. Loki watched her go, unable to hide the glow of joy he felt. He had missed her deeply, and it was only now that he truly understood how much. To be here, to feel her love… it reminded him how good it felt to belong.

When he turned, he saw Mobius standing thoughtfully, hands on his hips, staring after her. Loki raised an eyebrow. "What's on your mind?"

Mobius blinked and looked at him, a little dazed. "I just met your mama."

Loki chuckled. "Yes, dear. And what did you think?"

Mobius took a breath, choosing his words with care. "Everything you described was true. She's elegant, and kind, and just…" He shook his head in amazement. "She's wonderful. I can see why she means so much to you."

Loki smiled, touched, though he noted the lingering unease in Mobius's expression.

"But," Mobius continued, glancing down at himself, "I just met her for the first time… looking like this."

Loki looked him over, taking in the tousled hair, the glasses that had slipped slightly down his nose, and his casual pajamas. He could see why Mobius felt a little uncertain, but he brushed it off. "Obviously, she didn't mind one bit. And besides, think of it this way—tomorrow, when we see her again, you can only improve on that impression."

Mobius nodded slowly. "You're right, I guess… good point." Still, Loki could sense his anxious energy.

Stepping closer, he wrapped his arms around him. "Oh, my dear Mobius, quiet your mind. Come, lay with me. Let's get some rest."

Mobius sighed, letting himself melt into Loki's embrace. The worries faded, leaving him with a peaceful sense of warmth and love. They lay down together, both finally feeling at ease as they drifted into sleep, ready for what the next day would bring.

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Mobius was still slightly star-struck from his first meeting with Frigga. She’d seemed like an angel in both presence and kindness and even though Loki wasn’t her biological child, Mobius could see traces of her mannerisms and grace in him. Clearly, she’d had a profound influence on him. But the tenderness of their meeting only added to Mobius’s growing wariness about meeting Odin. Why did it feel like Frigga had to hide just to see her own son? She was a grown woman, yet there was a lingering sense that she was walking on eggshells to avoid Odin’s wrath—hopefully only for the sake of the big family meeting today. He supposed they'd see once things finally formally got started.

Everyone did their best to dress appropriately for the grand tour of the palace, and Mobius, determined to make a better impression than his pajama-clad introduction yesterday, took extra care with his appearance. In the bathroom mirror, he popped in his contacts, put on a fresh, high-quality sweater, and combed his hair meticulously to lay just right. But, as he checked himself in the mirror he decided he hated it. He looked like he was going to a job interview—or worse--just, old. Like he should be playing chess and feeding pigeons at the park. He liked those things, sure, but it didn’t mean he wanted to look the part.

Taking a tip from his modeling days, he tousled his hair a bit, restoring that relaxed, rugged look he knew worked well for him. “Fierce, but cute as a button. That's our Mobi,” his old director used to say back at Beachlife. He glanced at himself again, satisfied. Alright, maybe not cute as a button anymore, but he did look nice, and that confidence was exactly what he needed for today. He straightened his sweater, feeling ready, and went out to join Loki.

When he found Loki, he was stunned. For the first time since they’d arrived, Loki was dressed in a skirt—a long, black ruffled one, paired with wool stockings and a flowing, dark coat. He looked like something between a gothic prince and a witch, as he applied just a touch of dark gloss to his lips. He was breathtaking.

When Mobius came in and caught sight of him, he couldn’t help but stare. Loki turned around with a smirk. “Yes, darling?” he teased, noticing the look in Mobius’s eyes.

“You just look… so pretty,” Mobius said, slightly breathless.

Loki gave him an approving smile. “I have outdone myself, haven’t I? Figured I should step it up, seeing as I’ll be around some… acquaintances from my past.”

“You’ll certainly blow them away,” Mobius replied, sincere.

Loki’s eyes sparkled with confidence as he took off his glasses, letting them hang from his neck by that gold chain. “Oh, I know I will.”

Goddamn, there was something about those readers that were so sexy. Maybe it was reigniting a hot librarian fantasy Mobius used to have or something but when he wore the gold chain, especially, it sent Mobius's mind running wild.

Unfortunately, there was no time to get into that because they had an itinerary to stick to. Oh well, just more ideas to bring up on their honeymoon.

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After a quick breakfast at the hotel, they all gathered in the lobby, only to realize they had to go on a little hunt to find Chuck. He’d wandered off, completely captivated by a "side quest" where he was helping a stranger in a nearby building search for a lost cat. They eventually located him with the cat in hand, but just as they gathered him up, they realized Kevin had wandered off to the hotel lobby’s fountain. By now, Mobius realized he needed to lay down some serious ground rules before they even set foot in the palace.

Mobius turned to the boys and said, “Listen to me. When we get to this place, it’s going to be huge, beautiful, and look like something straight out of a storybook. There are probably going to be a lot of things you’ll want to look at or touch, but unless...” He paused, looking up at Loki, “What exactly are we calling your dad?”

“Just Odin for now,” Loki replied, his tone casual. “That’ll be fine.”

“Right, then,” Mobius said, turning back to the boys. “Unless Odin or Nana Frigga gives you permission, I need you both by our side, hands off everything. Alright? Stick close together—”

Kevin rolled his eyes, “Yes, Dad. We’re not babies.”

Sean crossed his arms, adding, “We’re not gonna break anything.”

Mobius gave them both a pointed look. “Oh, really? Just like you weren’t gonna break anything at World Market? Or every other store we go to? Look, I’m serious. You know what? Hold hands like you're in kindergarten, and don’t let each other out of your sight. Don’t touch anything, don’t ask to go anywhere, and don’t even look at anything unless someone tells you to. Got it?”

The boys nodded, doing their best not to look utterly annoyed. “Got it,” they mumbled.

Then Mobius turned to Chuck. “And that goes for you, too, Dad.”

Chuck was distracted by something, as usual. This time, he was looking out the window at the water. Mobius cleared his throat and called, “Hello? Dad?”

Chuck turned, eyes wide. “Huh? You talking to me?”

Mobius chuckled, nodding, “I am. Just giving you the same warning. Don’t wander around. The last thing we want to do is tick off Loki’s dad before the engagement dinner.”

Chuck gave him an easy grin, a hand over his heart. “I hear you loud and clear, Mobi. I’m right with you. Scouts honor.” He winked.

Aayla chuckled and helped Mobius's nerves. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on him,” she said, smiling at Chuck. “He’s too friendly—like a golden retriever. He just wants to meet everyone he sees. I'll stay behind if he gets distracted.”

Erin scoffed, clearly she thought otherwise. “You’re far more lenient than I ever was. Back when we were married, if he wasn’t by my side when I was ready to move on, I’d just leave without him. That'd usually get him back in line pretty fast.”

It was a good thing there were no hard feelings between the three of them because that could've easily triggered a fight if it were anyone else. But instead, they all sort of laughed it off. It's no wonder Erin and Chuck couldn't work, thank goodness the split was amicable.

As they all were still smiling, Mobius raised a skeptical brow but since no feathers seemed to be ruffled, he decided to let it go. It was time to make their way to the palace, and with everyone accounted for—for now—they were ready to meet the family Loki had left behind so long ago.

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As they arrived at the estate, the scale of the place left Mobius speechless. The palace loomed before them, surrounded by sprawling gardens, vast natural landscapes, and winding paths. Mobius had thought “palace” was just a dramatic name for a grand mansion—until he saw it. It was truly a castle--towering stone walls, graceful columns, and intricate architecture that seemed to rise out of the earth itself, extending over the land like a fortress from another era.

Loki sat beside him, his hands tense in his lap as he watched the familiar grounds approach, each tree and curve of the road bringing back memories both fond and fraught. Mobius sensed his unease, squeezing his hand gently. But he couldn’t help a bit of his own amazement. “Oh my god,” he murmured. “You grew up in a… freaking castle.”

Loki scoffed lightly. “Oh, hardly. This place is so small it can barely be called so.”

Mobius glanced over with a raised brow, grinning at Loki’s out-of-touch response. He couldn’t resist a chuckle. “Only you could look at this and call it small.”

Sean had been staring wide-eyed out the window and suddenly turned to Loki, curiosity all over his face. “Mama?”

“Yes, Sean?” Loki answered, still distracted.

Sean gave him an earnest look. “Are you a secret prince? Like, did you pretend to be normal so Dad would love you for you… like in Coming to America?”

Loki laughed softly, charmed by his son’s imagination. “No, darling, no prince here. Perhaps a century ago, my family’s title could be considered nobility, but nowadays, they’re just… rich.”

“Filthy rich,” Mobius added dryly, glancing at the grand buildings lining the drive.

“Indeed,” Loki nodded. “Odin practically runs this city through wealth and influence. He employs far too much of the population.”

The family fell quiet, taking in the imposing, unfamiliar beauty of Loki’s childhood home as they traveled down the long drive toward the main gates.

After a moment, it was Kevin's turn for a question, “Mama?”

“Yes, darling?” Loki asked, bracing himself for another grand inquiry.

But Kevin simply looked up, frowning slightly. “I gotta pee.”

Mobius sighed, a bit exasperated. “Didn’t you go before we left, like I told you to?”

“I forgot!” Kevin replied, squirming a little. “But I really have to now.”

Loki sighed, placing a calming hand on his son’s shoulder. “We’ll get you to a restroom as soon as we can. Just hold on while we make introductions, alright?”

Kevin nodded but his little face was slightly scrunched up.

Mobius leaned back, hoping to distract him slightly. “Y'know Kev, even if we could take you right away, it’d probably take like ten minutes just to hike across this castle to find a bathroom. You probably need a Razor scooter or something to get around in there.”

The kids erupted into giggles, and Loki glanced over with a fond smile. “You have no idea how accurate you just were,” he said. “Truly, it was a daily struggle.”

The laughter eased some of Loki’s tension as they drove the last stretch, everyone’s eyes back on the palace’s grandeur as they approached the entrance.

As the cars rolled to a stop in front of the towering palace entrance, Mobius took in the full scale of the place. Seeing it up close was even more jaw-dropping. Ornate statues lined the walkways, grand fountains bubbled elegantly in front of the main doors, and massive stone archways framed the entrance. It felt as if they’d stepped into some historic European wonderland, only this was Loki’s actual childhood home.

A sharply dressed woman approached as they exited, her expression was stone-cold, as if carved from the palace walls themselves. She wore a formal deep red coat with black pants, her attire radiated an air of command. Half her hair was shaved off, revealing fierce features that added to the air of authority she carried. Mobius flashed her a polite smile, but it quickly vanished as he caught her icy glare fixed on Loki.

“Sif, hello. How lovely to see you again,” Loki greeted her smoothly. He stood tall, posture poised and practiced, though Mobius knew him well enough to recognize the subtle barb in his tone. “Nice to know you're still working on the grounds.”

Her eyes narrowed. "It’s Lady Sif, to you, Friggason." She tapped her clipboard.

“Oh, how I missed the way everyone here clings to these feudal titles as if they still mean something.” Loki rolled his eyes, then gestured as he got on with introductions. “Everyone, this is Lady Sif. More of Thor’s childhood friend than mine, but still a dear figure in the family. You still work alongside Heimdall… correct?”

She gave a brisk nod. “Mhm.”

Loki’s smile was razor-thin. “Wonderful. And I must say, Lady, I love the hair. I see you’ve kept the haircut I gave you a few years ago—an impromptu parting gift, if you will.”

Her scowl deepened. "I wear it like a battle scar. Since you took it upon yourself to shear half my hair, I’ve kept it this way—to remind myself to never show weakness."

“Looks… great,” Loki replied.

Sif caught the sarcasm a mile away and shot back, “And you look old. That whole outfit--especially the skirt is going to piss off Odin. Aren’t you like forty now? A bit mature to be dressing like some angsty teen, don’t you think?”

Loki clenched his jaw, quickly covering Kevin’s ears with his hands before he let her have it. “I lied,” he said with a chilly smile. “Your hair is terrible, and you look awful. But at least you’re consistent. And it’s good to see you’re still a pain. Now, please do your job and lead us to my father. I’d love the chance to annoy him with my self-expression.”

Behind them, Erin exchanged a look with Mobius, admiring as Loki protected Kevin’s innocent ears while sparing no heat for his apparent nemesis. Mobius felt a bit of worry bubbling up. If Sif’s hostility was anything to go by, he could only imagine the mood with Odin would be even icier.

Loki uncovered Kevin’s ears and took a composed breath. “Now,” he said smoothly, “shall we?”

Sif rolled her eyes but turned, clipboard in hand. “Follow me."

Sif led them through the towering palace gate, which opened into a breathtaking courtyard. Intricate statues, meticulously groomed greens, and ornate fountains created a scene that seemed straight out of a Renaissance painting. Chuck and Aayla exchanged quiet expressions of awe, murmuring their appreciation as they took in the grandeur, while Erin observed the space with an air of studied curiosity, her gaze lingering on every detail.

Suddenly, movement at the far end of the courtyard drew everyone’s attention. Loki tensed, squeezing Mobius’s arm tightly, while Mobius instinctively pulled the boys closer to his side. There was no mistaking it—this was the moment Loki had dreaded and braced for.

Through the grand entrance, several palace attendants opened the double doors for Frigga and her husband. Frigga entered first, her presence was radiant as she was adorned in a coat that shimmered with gold, sparkling softly in the daylight. Mobius found himself struck by her beauty again, her poise and warmth were a much-needed welcoming. She thanked the attendants graciously and was sure to treat them respectfully. But, Mobius's admiration was quickly interrupted by the man beside her.

Odin.

He stood slightly shorter than Mobius had expected, yet exuded a presence that seemed to fill the courtyard. White hair framed his weathered face, with a beard to match, and his coat was dark and almost military in cut—emphasizing a kind of restrained power. But it was the eyepatch, shining solid gold, that sent a chill down Mobius’s spine. The extravagance bordered on the absurd. It was as though Odin used the piece to mark himself as someone untouchable, mysterious, and dominant.

Loki’s grip on Mobius tightened his expression a volatile mix of resentment and stoicism. His mind went wild with a thousand thoughts--Of course, he’s taking his time. He knows Loki's waiting. He knows they all are. Probably another tactic to remind everyone that he’s in charge, that he can make them stand there like schoolchildren while he entertains himself with his own ego.

A soft whisper broke Loki’s spiraling thoughts. Aayla leaned in, nodding slightly toward the man as she questioned, “Is that eyepatch… real?”

Loki suppressed a grim smile. “If you mean real gold or a medical necessity, then yes to both. He’s worn it for as long as I can remember.”

Chuck let out a low whistle. “Ho-ly shit. Thought I’d seen it all… a solid gold eyepatch. Bet he’s got one helluva story to go with it.”

Loki gave him a cautious look, appreciating his attempt to be friendly but also issuing a warning. “Don’t ask him about it. And don’t offer him your hand. He won’t shake it.”

He’d barely finished the sentence when Odin and Frigga reached the group, and Sif stepped forward, “Sir, everyone is accounted for.”

Odin nodded. “Thank you, Sif,” he replied, chillingly calm. “I can take it from here.”

As she departed, Sif glanced back at Loki and mouthed, 'Good luck', before disappearing around a corner.

Odin turned his piercing gaze upon the group with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It was as though a full grin might show weakness, and well they certainly couldn't have that. 

“Welcome, everyone," he said. "I’m glad you’ve all made it safely. I appreciate your coming on such short notice.”

Mobius returned the greeting politely. “It was no trouble at all.”

Though, Loki was still highly pissed off and had no issue audibly mumbling his truth. "It's not as if you gave us any real choice..."

Odin’s eye settled on Loki and his expression was hard to read, though the tension between them spoke volumes. While already pissed by the attitude, he also seemed to take in Loki’s outfit with a single, sweeping look, his mouth tightening subtly in disapproval. Loki, equally tight-lipped, inclined his head. “Hello, Odin.” Then, with a softness reserved only for her, he turned to Frigga. “And Mother, it’s lovely to see you again.”

Frigga’s entire face brightened, her smile blossoming as she stepped forward to greet them properly. “Loki! My dear, how nice it is to have you home again. I've waited on this day for ages and I'm practically over the moon that we were able to make this trip work.” In light of the impending conflict, she'd purposely replaced the entire atmosphere with her warmth, and oh how it had worked wonders.

They had a small exchange where Mobius introduced his sons and she wasted no time, her attention instantly drawn to Kevin and Sean. “Hello, boys! How wonderful to finally meet you both. I feel as though I’ve missed you dearly even though we’ve never had the chance to meet.”

Sean grinned, already at ease. “Nana Frigga! You’re so nice! Just like Mama Loki said.”

Frigga was utterly delighted. “And you are just as sweet as I hoped!” She glanced over to Kevin, who seemed to be struggling with something, his brow furrowed slightly.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” she asked gently, crouching down to his level.

Kevin murmured something in her ear, and Frigga chuckled lightly, straightening up. “Oh, no need to apologize for that!” she reassured him.

Odin’s brow furrowed. “What is it?”

Frigga gave him a brief, knowing smile. “He just needs to use the restroom. Perhaps Heimdall could take him for a moment while we all get acquainted?” She glanced at Mobius and Loki. “Would that be alright?”

Mobius nodded gratefully. “That’s perfectly okay, thank you so much.”

Frigga gestured for Heimdall, who appeared in moments, ready to lead Kevin away. Sean decided he’d better go along, too, in case he needed the restroom later, and with that, Heimdall led them off, leaving the group free to focus on their host.

As the boys left, Odin took back control of the introductions, casting his usual imposing shadow over the group. Mobius felt a bit awkward and offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that—you know, kids."

Frigga waved her hand warmly, clearly unfazed. “Oh, not a worry at all, dear.”

But Odin's face hardened ever so slightly as he glanced from Mobius to where the boys had gone, his eyes narrowing in something that looked like disapproval. Still, Loki forged on undeterred, stepping closer to Mobius.

“Odin, I’d like to formally introduce the love of my life, my heart and passion, my dear fiancé, Mobius."

Mobius had foolishly forgotten about Loki's warning and extended a hand, only to awkwardly take it back. He cursed himself inside for already screwing up but he put on his most polite smile and managed to sound at least slightly confident. “It’s really good to finally meet you,” he said, "Your son and I are very happy together and I'm glad to have made the trip in light of our engagement. I really hope we can get to know each other and bond for the sake of the union."

Odin nodded stiffly and managed a prudent response. "Yes, I certainly hope that our families can come to an understanding during this time and that your visit will turn out to be productive." Loki didn't miss how his words avoided true meaning entirely. Truthfully, his sneakiness occasionally left Loki impressed.

Thankfully, Frigga's response was far more personal and held her heart's truth. "Oh, Mobius, I can tell already that you will be a fine addition to the family and I'm pleased to welcome you and your parents to our home."

Mobius beamed at her and that's when Loki thought it was best to introduce the rest of them formally.

Loki started by gesturing first to Mobius’s father. Chuck stepped forward with a wide grin, but Odin, insistent on a sense of formality, addressed him as “Charles,” a name that sounded deliberately stiff in Odin’s tone. Chuck was unphased by the chill and managed to keep his energy upbeat as he extended a hand to Frigga. Loki had advised against any attempts at a handshake with Odin, but Chuck, undeterred, was intent on making his mark by offering his hand to Frigga instead. Frigga responded by clasping his hand without a moment’s pause. Her gracious acceptance of his greeting created a quiet ripple of defiance in the room—a gentle but unmistakable display of camaraderie and openness in contrast to Odin’s cold authority.

Loki couldn’t help a private smile at the exchange, silently admiring Chuck's subtle rebellion. It was a small act, but in Odin’s realm, it was a powerful one, and Loki found himself remembering all over again why he respected Chuck so much. Malicious compliance goes a long way.

Continuing smoothly, Loki introduced the rest of Mobius’s family, describing Erin with due admiration for her academic achievements as a professor of topology, and Aayla, highlighting her skills as a botanist and her compassion as a humanitarian.

While the interaction should’ve been met with a pleased reception, Odin raised a pressing brow. “Pardon? I thought Erin was his mother,” he said after Loki finished Aayla’s introduction.

Erin had no issue interjecting to provide a straightforward explanation. “It’s Dr. Collins, actually. And I am his mother. His biological mother.”

“Ah,” Odin replied, looking down on her. “Doctor. And… who does that make Aayla?”

Erin’s posture was as firm as her tone as she replied, “That would make Aayla his stepmother.”

Odin inclined his head slightly. “My apologies,” he said with feigned innocence. “You see, Loki introduced her as Mobius’s mother a moment ago, so I admit to a certain degree of confusion.”

Erin held her ground, pushing up her glasses and straightening the sleeves of her coat. “There is no confusion. Mobius considers us both his mothers. We each hold similar roles in his life, and we have a mutual respect for one another, each deserving of the title, 'mother.' Does that help clarify, or shall I explain further in simpler terms?”

A charged silence fell as everyone braced for Odin’s response, tension running high. Loki squeezed Mobius’s hand, waiting, his pulse quickening.

“No, Dr. Collins,” Odin finally replied, resigning from his original stance. “I believe I understand perfectly.”

Erin flashed him a brisk, victorious smile. Obviously, she was not one to be trifled with, and it was quite touching how she and Aayla could stick together when it really mattered. Loki wondered if they knew just how healthy of a family dynamic that is.

As the boys finally rejoined the group, they were full of excitement, eagerly describing the wonders they’d seen inside. "It’s huge!” Sean exclaimed, his eyes wide with awe. “There’s a room with these giant paintings and swords on the walls!”

"And there’s huge chandeliers!” Kevin added, equally enthralled. “It’s like a castle from a movie!”

Their enthusiasm was infectious, drawing smiles from everyone—everyone, that is, except Odin, who simply nodded once before turning to face the family. 

“Let’s begin the tour,” he announced suddenly. It was awfully dismissive of not just the kids but anyone who lent them their attention. His tone was brisk as if this were any formal engagement rather than a family gathering.

As they all fell into step, Odin started with a brief history of the place as they were passing through. “The palace grounds,” he began, “have belonged to our family for generations, constructed for my ancestor, Jarl Búri, the Earl of Amsvartnir. He established the estate on this land centuries ago. It’s more than a home—it’s a legacy. A legacy that’s been preserved, expanded, and respected by those who came after him.”

He continued, proudly recounting tales of lineage and heritage as they approached the towering doors of the palace. Though it was indeed fascinating, almost everyone’s attention began to drift the moment they stepped inside.

The entryway itself was breathtaking, with walls and arches reflecting old Norse architectural elegance, accented by modern touches—a seamless blend of the ancient and the opulent. Thick furs and gold fixtures adorned the space, alongside towering windows that let in streams of morning light. Viking motifs were woven subtly throughout carvings of ravens and wolves and metal sconces. It was overwhelming, impressive, and intimidating all at once.

Mobius could barely manage a breath as he took it all in, and he caught the faint murmur of his dad whispering, “Holy fuck,” which was exactly what he was thinking. 

All he could manage aloud was a whispered, “Wow.” But amid his awe, Mobius glanced over at Loki, his hand instinctively reaching to squeeze his fiancé’s in reassurance. He leaned close and asked quietly, “You alright?”

Loki’s lips curved in a slight smile as he whispered his reply. “I’m just fine.”

And, remarkably, he meant it. Though he had dreaded the moment he would set foot in this place again, now that he was here, he felt more composed than he had anticipated. Looking around, memories flooded him—not of pain or resentment, but nostalgia. He remembered racing through the halls with Thor, playing pranks on the staff, misplacing items so their nanny would think she was going crazy. He inhaled deeply, letting those memories bolster his spirit.

It was a freeing feeling, in a way, to know that he was in that palace by choice this time. He was in control and could feel secure enough to allow the events of the day to happen. Loki tightened his grip on Mobius’s hand, letting himself feel the strength that had come from building a life, a family, entirely separate from this imposing place.

They continued through the palace, winding through one grand room after another. Odin led them to the stateroom first, a massive space with vaulted ceilings and a regal décor that had them all slightly stunned. The walls were lined with hand-carved wooden panels and portraits of ancestors. Next came the great hall with massive Viking-style tables, and a roaring stone fireplace that radiated warmth, even in the vast space. Each room seemed more lavish than the last, a showcase of heritage and wealth that practically demanded admiration.

Odin was clearly in his element, gesturing proudly at various features and spouting detailed history for every corner of the estate. Yet Erin, the world's greatest skeptic, couldn’t resist posing questions as he went. At one point, as they entered the library—an expansive room that made Loki's bookshop look miniature. There were towering shelves housing tons of rare books and the room itself was beautifully constructed with strong wooden ceiling joists—Odin pointed out that the remodel for this room dated back to 1904.

But before he could move on, Erin raised an eyebrow, her tone far too scrutinizing. “Are you certain this room is structurally sound? A remodel from over a hundred years ago… shouldn’t it be fitted with steel beams to bring it up to code?”

Odin paused, visibly annoyed, but he kept his tone respectful. “We hire only the most skilled contractors and engineers. I assure you everything is fully up to code.”

Erin merely hummed thoughtfully, nudging Kevin to stand a bit away from the center of the room as she murmured, “Hm. If you say so.”

The family tried to hide their smiles, but Mobius couldn’t help but smirk. Loki had to stifle a laugh, knowing this was just the beginning. He hadn’t considered just how much Erin and Odin’s personalities might clash.

Loki was enjoying every second of it. In another life, they might have been sworn enemies.

Mobius, meanwhile, was soaking in every part of the exchange, amused yet primarily focused on keeping the boys close by. Sean and Kevin were behaving well, but the countless corridors and grand rooms were practically begging to be explored, making it a challenge to keep them from wandering off. Still, so far, so good.

After the initial tour, Odin stopped in front of a set of heavy doors and announced, “Now, I’d like to show you all the trophy room.”

Loki’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what kind of trophies that room held. Taxidermy nightmares, sheered horns, and mutilated antlers. Worrying that Chuck and Aayla might find it off-putting, he tried to discreetly turn back and whisper, “Perhaps we should warn them—”

But Odin’s sharp gaze zeroed in on his son. “Do we have a problem, Loki?” he asked, his voice was quiet but just as sharp as his stare.

Loki held his composure, choosing his words carefully. “I only thought it might be best to bypass that room, given the values Mobius’s parents hold.”

Odin’s brow arched. “Oh?” He turned his attention directly to Chuck. “Charles, I take it you’re not a hunter?”

Chuck met his gaze evenly. “Oh, no sir,” he replied, calm as ever. “Not a hunter at all. Not for trophies, anyway. I’m not much of a fan of violence if I'm honest. I enjoy fishing, but only when it’s for food. Feels disrespectful to the animals to hunt just for sport.”

Odin looked at him a moment longer before replying, “I see. Not a fan of violence or of hunting for the sake of the game. Intriguing perspective. Interestingly enough, my ancestors, the Vikings, believed in strength above all else and looked down upon cowardice. A warrior only reaches Valhalla through dying in battle. Displaying might, honoring the hunt—those are valued traditions.”

Chuck took a moment to consider this. It was a subtle blow to call out a weak backbone but Chuck was anything but a coward. He simply offered a kind enough response without conceding. 

“Well, that brutal kind of lifestyle ain't for everyone. Some folks hold different values than others. But I have to say, good on you for following your heritage, then,” he said evenly, adding a respectful nod. "Takes a lot of dedication to commit to something like that."

Odin’s face softened just slightly. “Thank you.” He stood, his hand resting on the door as he seemed to consider whether to continue. “You are correct, though. Values and morals differ from person to person. Perhaps we should bypass it, then,” he said, though his irritation was barely concealed. But Loki had to hand it to him, he was shocked Odin was still keeping up this respectful act. He knows how much that man loves to show off.

Instead of the trophy room, Odin opened a set of adjacent doors, leading them into the room Sean and Kevin had caught a glimpse of and had been so eager to see. As they stepped in, the boys’ eyes widened with excitement at the walls lined with ancient swords, spears, shields, and various artifacts. There was even a section with more modern military memorabilia, including a portrait of a very young Odin, dark-haired and stern-faced, dressed in military uniform.

“Hey, that’s pretty cool,” Chuck said, gesturing to the portrait. “Look at that.” 

Odin’s gaze followed his, and he nodded. “Are you a military man, yourself?” He’d mistakenly thought Chuck held a shared admiration for the armed forces, but Chuck had only been amused to see a portrait of this man looking so young.

“Oh, no sir,” Chuck said politely. “I wanted to join the Navy when I was young—mostly ‘cause I thought it’d be amazing to work on ships and submersibles—but I got ruled out for asthma.”

Odin offered a terse, “That’s a shame.”

Chuck gave him a small smile, shaking his head. “You think so? I don’t see it that way, actually."

"Oh?" Odin countered. "Is your reasoning in part by our differing morals?"

"Somethin' like that," Chuck shrugged. It never did take to much to get him going on a story and it seemed he wasn't going to let go of that habit so easily. "Not too long after I was rejected, I kinda took the time to rediscover my own roots. My ancestors were peaceful druids, who connected deeply with Mother Earth, and I ended up falling in with some like-minded folks. Realized I was a pacifist at heart. So, funny story—I ended up peacefully protesting the very war I would’ve fought in, had I made it into the service.” Chuck’s eyes shifted to Mobius, as a subtle warmth was shared between them. “And, you know, it all worked out for the best for my family. I had two little boys to take care of. I don't regret a thing.”

Frigga had been listening intently and pressed a hand to her heart, touched by his story. “What a lovely perspective,” she said softly. “Thank you for sharing that.”

Odin, on the other hand, nodded but seemed unmoved, as if Chuck’s tale was no more than a polite exchange to him. Maybe he felt a lot more harshly than he was letting on and was leaving a lot unsaid on purpose. Either way, the anticipation was felt by everyone.

Frigga sensed the tension lingering in the air and glanced at her husband. “Perhaps we should move on. The itinerary says the ballroom and the gardens are next. And,” she added with a bright smile toward Loki and Mobius, “I may have a little surprise waiting for you both.”

Mobius curiously turned to Loki, who couldn’t help but smile back, momentarily softened by Frigga’s warmth. He couldn't wait to see it, whatever it was.

This time Frigga led the way down a grand staircase, passing back through the Great Hall and toward an intricately carved set of double doors at the end of a long corridor. As they reached the entrance to the ballroom, Frigga paused, turning to face them all with a small, eager smile.

“I may have… gotten slightly carried away with the decor,” she admitted with a little laugh. “But please, don’t feel pressured. Just take a look, and I ask that you’ll keep an open mind.”

With a graceful sweep, she opened the doors, revealing the ballroom.

Loki and Mobius both fell silent as they took in the sight before them. The space was massive, with tall, carved wooden columns stretching up to the vaulted ceiling, where chandeliers cast a golden glow that made the whole room feel like it was lit by candlelight. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one side, letting in the pale winter daylight and framing a view of the grounds outside. Long tables were elegantly set with lush centerpieces of flowers, greenery, and delicate twinkling lights, arranged with such care that the entire room looked like it had been plucked from a storybook.

Loki’s breath caught. “Mother… you did all this for us?”

Frigga’s eyes softened with pride and hope. “Yes,” she said gently, looking at Loki with a deep fondness. “I wanted you both to see what a wedding here might feel like. And if there’s anything you don’t like, we’ll change it. I just… wanted you to know it’s a viable option.”

Mobius and Loki exchanged a look, both of them speechless with awe. The idea of getting married here, in this space that looked like an actual fairy tale, suddenly seemed like the only thing that made sense. Mobius let go of the boys’ hands, and they instantly went running into the ballroom, their laughter echoing off the polished wooden floors.

“This is amazing!” Sean shouted, his eyes wide with wonder as he looked around. “It’s just like Beauty and the Beast! And look—it’s snowing!” He pointed out the windows, where snowflakes had just begun to fall, dusting the scene in a soft, magical whiteness.

Kevin tugged at Loki’s sleeve, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, can you get married here, Mama? So we can come back? We’ll be really good, and we won’t break anything. I promise!”

Loki’s heart felt full as he looked down at his boys. He opened his mouth, trying to find the right words, but emotion choked him. “Oh, my darlings… I—”

Mobius’ parents stood quietly, watching in admiration but keeping their opinions to themselves, not wanting to sway the decision. Frigga, however, looked at Loki with anticipation in her eyes, her hands clasped tightly together as she waited, almost holding her breath.

“Is it to your liking?” she asked softly. “I wanted it to feel like… well, everything you might ever dream of.”

Loki finally managed to speak, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s… everything I could want and more. You even put up the dark curtains I like…” He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. “I don’t know what to say.”

Seeing his hesitation, Mobius wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “It’s okay,” he murmured softly. “You can take your time to think about it.”

Loki nodded gratefully, his heart still pounding. Frigga, sensing the moment’s weight, took his hand gently. “Come, let me show you around, my dear. There are a few details I thought you might especially like.”

With that, she led them through the room, pointing out the small, thoughtful touches she had carefully included--a hint of gold thread in the curtains to catch the light just right, the arrangement of dark flowers she knew Loki would love, the vintage candelabras, and even dark green tablecloths that looked stunningly refined alongside the black chairs.

Loki followed her, deeply moved. He realized with every step just how much his mother had poured herself into creating this for him. He glanced back at Mobius, who gave him a warm, reassuring smile.

It was all overwhelming, but Loki found himself beginning to think that maybe this could be the perfect place to have the wedding.

Frigga could see the hesitation in Loki’s eyes, and she gently placed a hand on his arm. "The weather is mild today," she said softly. "Perhaps we should continue the tour in the garden. I think you’ll find it... inspiring."

Loki nodded, still feeling the weight of the decision ahead, and followed her. They made their way out to the garden, where Frigga's careful touch had turned every corner into something beautiful. Usually bursting with color and life, the garden was quiet now, cloaked in fresh snow, the branches of the trees dusted in white. A few hardy winter blooms peeked out from behind the frost, and it seemed like even nature itself had paused, holding its breath for this moment.

As Frigga led the way, she described each section they passed, speaking with pride about the plants she’d cultivated over the years. Odin lingered behind the group, his presence barely acknowledged--everyone seemed much more invested in Frigga’s version of the tour. 

Aayla was shivering slightly and leaned into Chuck’s hug as she paused to take a few photos, capturing the winter garden’s quiet beauty. Erin walked at her own pace, looking calm and perfectly warm in her new coat and boots from her shopping trip with Hank. The boys skipped along the path, marveling at the dusting of snow on the plants, pointing out anything they found particularly cool to each other.

Loki and Mobius walked just behind Frigga, hand-in-hand. Loki seemed to relax a little as they went, the beauty of the garden soothing some of his nerves. When they reached the far end, Frigga stopped before a wedding arch she’d set up just for them, draped with a sheer blue curtain and adorned with delicate gold details and winding winter vines.

Mobius felt his breath catch, his hand squeezing Loki’s just a bit tighter. It was stunning—simple, elegant, and perfectly suited for a winter wedding. The arch seemed to stand at the edge of the garden, framed by the trees dusted in snow. Loki paused, taking in the view and the care his mother had put into everything.

Frigga watched them both with an expectant, hopeful smile. The silence held as Loki and Mobius took in the setting.

Loki's eyes were fixed on the arch as he tried to gather his thoughts. His voice eventually came out as a whisper, full of emotion. “...Mobius?”

“Yeah?” Mobius looked at him, cautiously.

Loki took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “I think that… we might need to have our wedding here.”

Mobius turned fully to face him. “Are you sure?”

A small, tremulous smile crossed Loki’s face. He nodded, his voice catching just a little. “It’s everything I could want and more. It just… it feels perfect. Like… I’m grounded here. Like I can be at peace.”

Mobius squeezed his hand. “Loki, I’d marry you anywhere. If here is where you feel that, then here is where we’ll be. You deserve your dream wedding, and I’ll be right here with you.”

A tear slipped down Loki’s cheek as he looked at Mobius, feeling overwhelmed by the love and respect that man gave him so effortlessly. He turned to his mother as his heart felt full. “Alright… yes, Mother,” he said, his voice stronger this time. “I choose the palace as our venue. Let’s start planning right away.”

Frigga’s face lit up in joy, and laughed and smiled, pulling them both into a warm, hug. Chuck looked over, catching on, and called out, “Huh? What’s happening?”

Erin had been quietly watching with a steady smile on her face as she leaned in to whisper, “They’re going to be wed here, in the palace.”

Chuck let out a whoop of excitement. “Hell yeah! I was hoping you’d pick this place. Personal issues aside—who the hell doesn’t wanna get married in a castle?!”

Cheers and congratulations echoed through the snowy garden as the rest of the family gathered around. The boys were the first to run over and hug their parents, full of excitement. “Yes! This is the best place ever!” Sean shouted.

Loki felt an unexpected peace settle over him as he looked around at everyone, his family, sharing in their joy. He never thought he'd be able to be happy here but he supposed his mother's love and care was enough to settle his nerves about their surroundings. Because the truth is, he'd been looking forward to a palace wedding since he was old enough to even have an interest in that sort of daydream. He just always thought that perhaps it wouldn't be taken seriously, or it would be an excuse to please Odin's colleagues. But, Loki can see how much his mother truly cares about his happiness.

As soon as Loki agreed to the palace wedding, Frigga sprang into action, already imagining decorations, arrangements, and every perfect detail. "Loki, my love, now what are you envisioning for colors? We can change anything here to suit your style. Do you want the arch to have softer greens or something darker? And perhaps—”

Loki, smiling but a little overwhelmed, held up a hand. “Mother, please. Just… give me a moment to think.”

Aayla happily chimed in with her style-focused eye, “I say deep emerald. It matches the curtains inside—very regal if you ask me.”

Even Erin leaned forward, considering, “Or dark blue, for a touch of contrast. Loki would make a striking entrance against it and I believe it would highlight both grooms perfectly.”

While everyone seemed happily involved in planning, Frigga noticed Odin lingering at the edge of the garden, holding a distant expression. The joy on her face faded just slightly as she approached him. “Odin, my dear,” she said softly. “Loki is getting married in our palace. Isn’t that wonderful? I think it’s a joyous occasion.”

Odin looked at her for a moment, emotionless. “Yes, it’s quite nice,” he replied, sounding oddly flat. “I have no doubt the wedding will be… tasteful.”

The remark felt colder than it sounded, and a strange unease settled over the group. Loki could feel something beneath his father’s words, something he couldn’t quite decipher—but something dark. Odin smiled suddenly, a thin, unsettling grin. “I am happy for this union,” he continued.

“In fact, Mobius,” he said, turning towards him, “would you mind taking a walk with me? Just the two of us, for a moment, here in the garden.”

Mobius, caught off guard, looked toward Loki, unsettled by the request. “Uh… well…” he hesitated.

Loki felt a surge of protectiveness rise within him, and he cut in, “Why do you need to speak with him, Odin?”

Odin’s gaze turned toward his son. “I only wish to get to know my future son-in-law,” he replied. “I have a few words of advice to share with him, nothing more.”

Loki didn’t like this at all and almost said so, but Odin cut him off. “Loki,” he began with an air of finality. “I invited you here with your fiancé and am allowing you to plan your wedding in my home. Is it so unreasonable that I’d like a private conversation with the man who intends to marry into my family?”

The logic felt infuriatingly sound, and Loki, not wanting to make the decision for Mobius, gave him a look that said it was entirely his call. Mobius, after a brief hesitation, finally nodded. “Alright,” he agreed, glancing at Loki with a reassuring smile. “Just a talk. Right?”

Loki couldn’t hide his concern, but he trusted Mobius’s judgment. He’d grown so much and learned to stand his ground, and Loki was proud of him. 

Frigga sensed Loki’s worry and stepped in gently. “It will be fine, I expect,” she said softly to him. “I’ll take everyone inside. The boys are surely freezing out here.”

Loki let out a soft breath and nodded, but before he let Mobius go, he slipped his own coat off and handed it to him. “Stay warm,” he insisted, and when Mobius tried to decline, Loki raised an eyebrow. “No, I insist, darling. I’ll be fine—we’re headed in, after all.”

Mobius chuckled, touched, and let Loki drape the coat over his shoulders. “Thank you, darlin',” he whispered, and Loki gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.

Just as Mobius turned to follow Odin, Erin scurried up beside him and pressed something small and heavy into his hand. “Be wary,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “And whatever you do, don’t follow him into the woods.”

Mobius gave her a puzzled look, but before he could ask, Erin was already heading back toward the others, acting as though she hadn’t done a thing. Curious, Mobius looked down at his hand and felt a small laugh bubbling up despite the tension. Of course—his mother had given him a gold-plated steak knife, no doubt stolen from the dining room.

Such an Erin move, he thought, pocketing the knife with a subtle grin. Not that he’d need it… or that he even wanted to think about using it. But it didn’t hurt to be prepared, did it?

With one last glance at Loki and a reassuring nod, Mobius turned and made his way through the garden, catching up to Odin who was already waiting for him among the frost-covered hedges. He was terrified.

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Mobius walked alongside Odin through the frosty garden, the silence stretching uncomfortably between them. The only sounds were the crunch of snow beneath their shoes and the occasional rustle of a tree branch swaying in the cold breeze. Odin kept his gaze forward, scanning the garden as though lost in thought, while Mobius began to wonder if this was some kind of intimidation tactic. A power play, perhaps—waiting for him to speak first.

Well, if that was the game, Mobius wasn't playing. He kept his hands in his coat pockets, eyes forward, and waited.

It felt like an eternity before Odin broke the silence, at last. He began in that low tone of his as if everything he said was a lecture. "Frigga spends most of her time here, you know," he gestured slightly to the perfectly maintained garden. "She's always been nurturing—everything she touches, she tends to with the utmost care."

Mobius nodded, finding the observation genuine, if a bit detached. "I can see that. She's clearly put a lot of love into it. It's beautiful."

Odin hummed. His mood seemed to shift slightly, as though Mobius' comment had sparked an unpleasant memory.

"Yes, quite admirable," he said. "She has a penchant for taking in all manner of creatures. Dangerous ones. Pitiful ones. Always convinced she can nurture them into something worth her time and effort."

The implication didn't escape Mobius, and he tilted his head slightly. "That's… quite a respectable quality, I'd say," he spoke carefully. "But I wonder, what exactly do you mean by that?"

Odin waved a hand dismissively, brushing the question aside. "It's no matter. Let us get back to the subject at hand. I wanted a moment to speak with you—to better understand your character. Should that be an issue?"

"Not at all," Mobius replied. "Please, go ahead."

Odin's piercing eye returned to the garden as he began again. "I've heard plenty about you. A kind, harmless fellow. A burgher, if you will—a man of commerce and practicality. Highly successful in your trade. An intelligent, model character."

Mobius smiled faintly, though the narrative felt strange coming from Odin. "That's a generous description."

Odin turned his head slightly, acknowledging the remark with a tilt of his chin. "From what I've heard, it's well-deserved."

"Thank you," Mobius said politely.

Odin offered him a negligible smile. "Though I will admit, parts of your individuality confuse me slightly."

Mobius raised an eyebrow, unsure where Odin was going with this. "Oh? How do you mean?"

"I am simply curious. Your father… the pacifist." He said the word like it was something bitter. "He was unfortunate enough to be kept from service due to weakness."

Mobius' stomach turned slightly, though his face remained composed. "Dad isn't weak. He has asthma," he declared, "he would've fought through it if they'd let him." After all, he was interested in the Navy and not the Air Force. Mobius often wonders what their lives might've been like if Chuck had been given a chance.

"Of course," Odin replied, though it was hard to tell whether he believed it. "But you? I suspect there's a good fight in you. Did you serve?"

"No," Mobius shook his head. "The military life wasn't for me. I had other goals. With Dad encouraging creativity and Mom pushing for academia, it was never something I considered."

"I see," Odin's tone revealed a little. He stopped walking abruptly and turned to face Mobius fully as his sharp eye cut straight through him. "Did you get into many fights as a boy, then?"

Mobius froze under the question, confused for a moment until he realized Odin wasn't quite looking him in the eyes. His gaze was slightly lower—fixed squarely on Mobius's nose.

That was when he felt it. A sudden, glaring self-consciousness, like a spotlight shining directly on the imperfection he'd carried all his life. His hand almost went to his face instinctively, but he stopped himself, refusing to fidget under Odin's scrutiny.

"No," Mobius said slowly, contrasting the pressure-filled knot in his chest. "I wasn't much of a fighter."

Odin's one visible eye narrowed slightly, though his expression remained calm—almost too calm. "Well, surely you must bear your scars from something."

Mobius felt his pulse quicken. He wanted to shrug it off, but something in Odin's stare demanded honesty. He decided to play along, hoping to lighten the mood. "Well, I may have gotten into an altercation or two in my youth," he said, managing a faint chuckle. "You know, everyone kind of goes through that phase of rebellion or bad judgment as teenagers. Even me. But to be honest, most of the damage probably just came from being clumsy. Baseball, Powersports—stuff like that. I was pretty active as a kid. Still try to be."

Odin raised an eyebrow, looking entirely uninterested in Mobius's candor. His lips pressed into a faint, unimpressed line as he spoke. "Youth is a fleeting gift. Often squandered by the young. Yet, despite the bumps and bruises of life, you seem to have grown into a well-put-together man. Responsible, thoughtful. Careful in your choices."

Mobius didn't respond with thanks this time. Something about the compliments felt too polished, too deliberate. Instead, he paused, his mind racing to decipher Odin's true intent. Was this a trap? A test? He decided to cut straight to the point. "Why do you mention that?"

Odin blinked slowly. "Because it strikes me as a mystery why you wouldn't seek my blessing before proposing to my son."

Mobius was taken aback. Surely this was some kind of joke? But Odin's expression remained measured and unyielding. The man was dead serious.

"Well, I'm sorry, sir, if you mistook it as an insult," Mobius began nervously, "but I don't think going behind Loki's back to contact you would've been a very smart move for my relationship. It would've hurt him, and that's the last thing I'd wanna do."

Odin's brow furrowed faintly, his expression unreadable as Mobius added, "Besides, we actually had a double proposal situation, actually. We each asked each other on the same day--at the same time. We both had rings to offer each other."

Mobius didn't mention the part where Loki had, in his own way, sought Chuck's blessing before proposing. But, that hadn't felt like a betrayal—it was sweet, even though Chuck nearly spoiled it by yapping too much. But he wasn't about to volunteer that information.

"I see." Odin's voice was quiet, almost contemplative, but there was an undertone that sent a chill through Mobius. He leaned just slightly closer and continued, "Had you asked, I might've been able to offer my advice."

Mobius stiffened, "What advice?"

"Well," he began smoothly, "you've been through this sort of thing before, have you not? Fallen for the one who gives you the most attention, who seems the most genuine—the one who offers you what you long for, perhaps even what you didn't know you needed. You give your all to them, don't you?"

Mobius narrowed his eyes slightly, unsure of where this was going. Odin pressed on. His tone was quiet, calculated, and almost fatherly— it held a deeply familiar authoritarian, audacious attitude that poked at the pit in his stomach. It was nauseating.

"And yet, how does it always end?" Odin continued. "With betrayal. Disappointment. Once is an accident, twice is equally as unfortunate, but three times… well, that shows a pattern, does it not? A pattern that makes you worth protecting. Worth guiding."

Mobius's breath hitched slightly, and his jaw tightened. He knew exactly what Odin was doing-- planting doubt, framing Mobius as someone who couldn't see the forest for the trees. Manipulation at its finest. How Odin came to know about his past remained a mystery to him but he didn't mind the thought of Loki potentially discussing his past with Frigga. Perhaps Odin heard it through the grapevine. It was despicable, honestly, and Mobius wasn't about to fall for it. No wonder Loki had been so hesitant to come back to this man and the arrogance he holds.

"Excuse me?" Mobius asked, not at all intending to hide his offense. His mind was already spinning, analyzing every word, every inflection. The subtlety in Odin's phrasing wasn't lost on him. Mobius was a good judge of character, and this was the language of control.

Odin's gaze swept over Mobius with that same unnervingly calm air. "The idea of something young and pretty can be terribly appealing, can it not?" he pronounced his words to land hard on every consonant just to drive the point home. "But sometimes, it takes a sharper eye to warn you of the danger behind the veil."

Mobius took a step back as his frustration bubbled over. Maybe thirty years ago he'd fall for this shit but he's had enough falsely authoritarian, manipulative influences on his life. Mobius felt strong enough to press his boundaries and thank goodness he'd been able to build that strength this past year. Where would he be without it?

"I can't believe this right now." Mobius raised his voice slightly, "Are you seriously trying to warn me against your own son? Look, if this was the usual ‘don't hurt him, or I'll hurt you' speech, I could've accepted it. Respected it, even. But this?" He gestured toward Odin. "What's your deal? Did you invite us here just to sabotage the wedding? Plant your seeds of doubt?"

Odin remained composed, looking past Mobius as he replied, "You misunderstand me."

Mobius raised a skeptical brow. "Do I?"

"I only meant to offer guidance," Odin said. "Loki is... eager, and Frigga, ever so enthusiastic, is already making plans at a breakneck pace. My concern is not opposition to your union, Mr. Mobius. I simply wish for you both to approach it with the wisdom it deserves."

Mobius let out a humorless laugh, folding his arms. "Yeah, sure. That's what this is. Because the two of us haven't been together long enough to know if we're ready for this, right?"

"Time alone does not determine readiness," Odin said as if his comments were the most sacred in the world. "But let me make this clear—I have already accepted this union. You need not worry about my blessing. I am doing everything in my power to ensure this event is as smooth and joyous as possible for both of you."

Mobius stared at him, trying to discern if there was any sincerity beneath the carefully curated words. It was a shitty excuse but a slightly reasonable one at best.

"Alright..." he said slowly. "I'd appreciate that if I could believe it was true. But, I'm still not sure what you're getting at here."

Odin readjusted his tone slightly and inched forward to further push his point. "Simply this--I hope you'll take my words as the advice of a man who has seen much and wishes to see his son, and by extension, you, make choices that stand the test of time."

Mobius clenched his jaw but decided to give Odin a semblance of grace. He forced a steady breath, softening his tone ever so slightly. "For Loki's sake, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I can accept that you're trying to help, even if your way of saying it is... unconventional. But I need you to understand—this wedding is happening. That's not up for debate. If I hear anymore shit about you trying to sabotage us or otherwise, you and I are gonna have some real serious issues."

Odin inclined his head. "Understood. And you have my word--I will continue to do all I can to support it."

Mobius gave him a faint, guarded nod, hoping this would be the end of it. "Good. Thanks for that."

Odin stepped aside slightly, gesturing back toward the palace. "Shall we rejoin your family? I believe we both have an itinerary to stick to."

"Gladly." Mobius huffed.

Mobius stormed back toward the palace, his head swimming with heated thoughts. By the time he reached the doors, a pair of staff members opened them for him with a polite bow. He forced a smile in return, nodding his thanks as he stepped inside. The air was warm and welcoming, a sharp contrast to his icy encounter in the garden.

After asking where everyone was, someone directed him toward the great hall, where the family had gathered by the fireplace. Sure enough, as he entered, he was greeted by the image of them all together, enjoying tea and cookies. Chuck spotted him first and raised a hand in exaggerated relief. "Mobi! You're alive! Thank God!"

Mobius couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Yeah, Dad, still kicking."

Loki rose immediately, scanning Mobius's face as he approached. "Oh, my darling," he murmured softly. "Are you alright? What did he say to you?"

Mobius hesitated, glancing around at the cozy scene. He didn't want to disturb it—especially not with anything Odin had said. So he opted for the simplest answer. "It was like he said--he just wanted to get to know me better. That's all."

Loki's brow furrowed slightly, and though he didn't push, Mobius knew he wasn't convinced. Loki could read him too well. He knew the exact lines of tension that formed in Mobius's posture when he was troubled, the way his jaw clenched when he was trying to hide it. Loki's chest tightened with worry, but he didn't press further. He would keep a close eye on Mobius, though, until he was sure everything was alright.

"Tea?" Loki offered softly, motioning to the tray with a warm smile. "You should try some cookies as well. You'll feel better. Mother made them herself."

At that, Frigga beamed and clasped her hands together as her expression was totally glowing. "I do hope you'll try one," she said warmly, her gaze shifting to Mobius. "Loki's told me all about how you enjoy the culinary arts—and that you're quite talented. Taught by your father, I hear?" She glanced at Chuck, who held up a half-eaten cookie in respect.

"They're damn good," Chuck said with a friendly drawl. "Just the right amount of spice. Beautiful texture. You've got my respect, Miss Frigga."

Mobius chuckled as his tension began to ease. "Well, with reviews like that, I'd better have one." He sat down beside Loki, accepting the tea cup handed to him. The warmth seeped through his fingers, helping to ground him. "Tea and cookies sound amazing right now."

Loki watched as Mobius reached for a cookie, his heart lifting at the sight. If Mobius was still eating, it was a good sign. When truly upset, he would've lost his appetite entirely.

Mobius took a bite, his eyes widening slightly in delight. "Oh, wow," he said, grinning as he turned to Frigga. "These are amazing. What kind are they?"

Frigga's smile softened with satisfaction. "They're ginger biscuits, though in Norway we call them Pepperkaker."

Mobius nodded, trying to repeat the word. "Pep-per..er…kacker?" He winced at his attempt, clearly butchering the pronunciation.

Frigga let out a gentle laugh. "Close enough," she teased. "You'll learn in time, dear." She handed him another cookie, nurturing instinct in full force, and Mobius accepted it graciously.

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, Frigga," he said earnestly. "Next time, I'll have to make something for you in return. Maybe somethin' from our neck of the woods." And by that, he meant delightfully southern treats. Pecan pralines, Texas cowboy cookies, banana pudding pie, peach cobbler pound cake. The ideas were already flowing.

"I'd like that very much," Frigga replied, happily. "I'd be honored to be able to try something of yours."

With that, the group settled in comfortably, mingling as they sipped their tea and enjoyed the spread. Little sandwiches were brought out to complement the cookies, transforming the moment into an impromptu, informal lunch. Even Erin, who rarely ate much due to her high-strung nature, picked at a sandwich, which Mobius noticed with quiet relief.

The atmosphere was light and lovely, a stark contrast to earlier in the day. Mobius couldn't help but think that the positive energy in the room was due, in large part, to Odin's absence.

----

After lunch, the group prepared to see their accommodations in the palace. Everyone split off into smaller groups, guided by various staff members, but Frigga chose to personally escort Loki, Mobius, and the boys to their rooms. Loki and Mobius were more than happy to oblige, grateful for the chance to spend more time with her.

As they walked through the grand halls, Frigga spoke warmly about how much she loved having children in the palace again. "It brings such life to these old walls," she said with a soft smile. "I hope Kevin and Sean will feel comfortable here, and that they'll have plenty of fun."

Sean grinned wide and declared, "I don't know how I couldn't feel comfortable here. It's amazing! We didn't even know Mama was basically a prince!"

Frigga chuckled, clearly delighted. "Well, we aren't royalty, my dear. But we may as well be, in some respects."

Kevin, on the other hand, was full of restless energy, skipping ahead with the unmistakable enthusiasm of someone riding a sugar high. Mobius trailed after him, trying to get him to slow down without much success. As Kevin hopped excitedly around the hallway, something suddenly slipped out of his coat pocket and clattered to the floor.

The sound caught everyone's attention.

It was a small raven figurine, carved in dark wood with intricate detailing. Kevin gasped, immediately scrambling to scoop it up, but the grownups were already looking at him. He froze, caught red-handed, his face a vivid display of guilt.

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Darling… where did you get that?"

Mobius crossed his arms, staring at him with that dad-look. "Kevin."

Kevin hesitated, his fingers fidgeting around the smooth figurine. "I... um... found it," he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

"Found it where?" Mobius crouched down to meet his son's eyes.

Kevin squirmed under the attention, his face turning red. "In that one room we passed earlier. It was just... sitting there. I thought it looked cool, so I... kinda borrowed it?"

Frigga placed a gentle hand on Mobius's shoulder before addressing Kevin herself. "That's quite an eye you have, dear. That raven is one of the palace's treasures," she said kindly. Frigga always had a way of lecturing that made the children feel disappointed in their own behavior, yet determined to do better for her. Always gentle enough that the words didn't sting too much, but her words held a firmness that pushed people to be their best.

Frigga continued gently, "I understand it may seem small and insignificant, but it doesn't belong to you, dear—it belongs to the palace. It's important to always ask before borrowing something, especially here, where so many things have history and meaning."

Kevin nodded solemnly, looking down at the figurine. "Yes ma'am," he murmured.

Mobius sighed as he stood up straight, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, he's got sticky fingers. We've been working on it."

In his mind, though, Mobius was thinking, Thank god he didn't swipe any of the weapons. Tiny objects were infinitely preferable to matches or knives. He was grateful for small mercies.

Frigga turned to Mobius with her gentle mom-stare, the kind that left no room for argument. "You don't need to apologize for him," she said firmly, then looked back down at Kevin with the very same expression. "Now, Kevin, is there anything you'd like to say?"

Kevin hesitated for a moment, his small fingers fidgeting nervously. Finally, he nodded and handed her the raven figurine with a shaky, "I'm... sorry, Nana Frigga. I won't steal again. I promise."

Frigga's expression softened even more as she smoothed down his hair and wrapped him in a warm hug. "Thank you for owning up to your behavior, my dear," she said, "we all make mistakes or poor choices sometimes, and we must do what we can to reconcile the issue rather than deflect to preserve our egos."

Kevin nodded and gave her another "Yes, ma'am," before she gave him a kiss on the top of his head and let him go.

It was such a sweet moment that even Mobius felt himself relax—until Kevin leaned in and whispered something into Frigga's ear.

Frigga's brow raised slightly, and her gaze shifted to Sean, who froze like a deer in headlights. She waited patiently, her look saying everything without a single word.

With a dramatic sigh, Sean reached into his pocket and pulled out a matching wolf figurine, his face red with guilt. "I'm sorry, too, Nana Frigga," he muttered. "It was... dumb. I won't steal again, either."

Frigga accepted the wolf figurine with the same grace she'd shown Kevin. "Thank you for your accountability, as well, Sean," she said, pulling him into another hug alongside his brother.

Mobius pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered under his breath, "Oh god, my kids are criminals."

Loki, barely containing his laughter, rested a hand on Mobius's shoulder.

Once everyone had settled again, Frigga smiled at the boys and said, "I know you're curious, and I imagine you're looking for things to explore or play with. While you can't take any of these precious objects, I think you'll be delighted to know I'm about to show you a couple of rooms full of things you can enjoy. You'll be staying in Loki and Thor's old bedrooms."

The boys were completely excited, and Kevin asked, "Do they have video games?"

Frigga laughed softly. "I'm sure there's an old system or two in there somewhere. I had all of their forgotten belongings placed back from storage. They used to get all the good stuff as gifts soon as they were released, so I suspect you'll be very busy for the rest of your stay."

Sure, maybe Thor got everything he wanted, but Loki's gifts were a whole different story.

"Awesome!" Sean exclaimed, bouncing on his toes. "Can we check out the rooms first?"

Frigga smiled indulgently and motioned for them to follow. "I think that would be alright. Come, this way."

The group followed Frigga down a long, familiar hallway. At the end stood two doors, one massive and adorned with an intricate carving of Mjölnir, Thor's unmistakable claim. Beside it, Loki's door stood bare, almost somber in comparison.

Frigga led them into Thor's room first, and the boys gasped in awe as they stepped inside. The space was like a kid's wonderland. The whole place was decorated in regal hues of deep blue and red, and there were neon blue lights in jagged designs mimicking the look of lightning bolts on the accent wall. A massive canopy bed with a comforter in matching colors sat in the center of the room, its sheer size making it seem like a throne for a young prince.

Viking-themed decor was everywhere—shields, miniature replicas of longships, and even a rack of old (though thankfully dulled) weapons. Yet, it was blended seamlessly with remnants of the 90s and early 2000s boyhood. Posters of athletes, mostly soccer players and professional fighters plastered the walls. A gigantic stereo system took up an entire corner, its age showing only in its bulkiness. Opposite it stood a flat-screen TV, clearly updated, though the stand it rested on was clearly meant to hold one of those thick old-school TVs from decades ago.

Shelves were packed with trophies and framed photographs. Thor, in sports uniforms, flexing at the gym, or standing with his team. There was Thor holding up awards, Thor surrounded by friends or girls at some social event, and Thor mid-laugh. Everywhere, it screamed Thor.

"Whoa!" Sean shouted, darting toward a shelf. "A Nintendo!"

"An Atari!" Kevin added, holding up a controller with wonder.

"There's a GameCube and a PlayStation over here!"

"RC helicopters!" Sean exclaimed, grabbing a remote and testing the controls.

It seemed like Frigga hadn't been exaggerating when she said Thor and Loki had everything growing up. Thor's room was a treasure trove of toys, gadgets, and signs of an extremely privileged childhood.

Mobius stood back, taking it all in. The room was a shrine to Thor's larger-than-life personality—bold, confident, spoiled to the core, but undeniably charismatic. He could imagine the former teenager declaring the room his domain.

The boys were in heaven, darting from one discovery to the next, their excitement filling the space with shouts and laughter.

But Loki hung back, his expression growing somber as his gaze settled on the wall of photographs. Among dozens of pictures of Thor, there was only one that included him. In it, Thor was front and center, grinning and holding up a ridiculous trophy, completely eclipsing Loki, whose face was entirely obscured by Thor's outstretched arm.

The sight gnawed at him. He could feel the old, familiar ache creeping in—of being overshadowed, left out, and forgotten in Thor's towering shadow. Standing in Thor's room, surrounded by tangible proof of his brother's golden-boy status, Loki couldn't help but feel small.

He swallowed hard and turned his back to the wall of photos, trying to focus on the boys' joy. "Well," he said softly to Mobius, who had stepped beside him, "I think they'll have no trouble entertaining themselves here."

Mobius nodded, glancing at Loki with concern but choosing not to press him. "Yeah, they're already planning their takeover," he said with a soft chuckle, gesturing to Sean and Kevin messing with remote-controlled cars on the elegant carpet.

Loki managed a faint smile, grateful for Mobius's presence. Still, the weight of the room lingered. This was Thor's world, and even now, it felt like there wasn't a place for him in it.

Eventually, Frigga gently guided them away from Thor's room, though it took some coaxing to pry the boys from the treasure trove of retro gadgets and toys. Sean was still holding an RC car as they crossed the hall, and Kevin had to be reminded to leave the GameCube controller behind. Their protests were drowned out by Frigga's patient reassurances.

"It's just beside this one," she said. "And I think you'll find Loki's room equally fascinating."

Loki shot her a quick glance, unsure whether to be thankful or embarrassed.

As they entered, the stark contrast between Thor's and Loki's rooms became immediately apparent. While still grand by normal standards, Loki's room was notably smaller—perhaps half the size of Thor's. Thor's space had felt vibrant, overflowing with life and activity, but Loki's was quieter, darker, and far more restrained.

The furniture was elegant, in deep, rich tones, and the room was decorated in a way that suited Loki perfectly. An altar sat near the corner with runic symbols and trinkets arranged meticulously, hinting at his long-standing interest in the arcane. A massive vanity with an ornate mirror stood near the far wall, its surface polished to perfection. Posters of moody bands and dark artwork were tacked onto the walls, a visual remnant of Loki's teen years.

However, it was hard not to notice the differences in luxury. While Thor's window offered a breathtaking view of the estate grounds and the horizon beyond, Loki's view was blocked by dense trees, their barren branches tangled like a web. The stereo beside his desk was much smaller than Thor's, sitting next to an old record player. A dusty GameBoy Color sat forgotten on a shelf, its outdated design a far cry from the video game consoles lining Thor's shelves.

To Mobius, it was clear this room, though nice, didn't have the same energy as Thor's. It felt quieter, more isolated. It was as though Thor had been handed the world while Loki had been given whatever was left over.

Still, the boys seemed enchanted. Sean knelt by the altar, staring wide-eyed at the intricate carvings, while Kevin examined the posters on the walls, pointing to each one and asking questions.

"Can I touch this?" Sean asked, motioning toward one of the runes on the altar.

Loki smiled faintly and nodded. "Of course. Be careful, though."

Kevin glanced toward the GameBoy, clearly intrigued. "Mama, did you play this when you were little?"

Loki chuckled softly. "Oh, not much. Thor always had the better systems. I spent more time with books than games."

Mobius's gaze roamed over the room, taking in every detail. He spotted a small photo frame tucked near the vanity. Inside was a picture of Loki as a teenager, dressed in his signature dark colors, standing stiffly beside Thor, who grinned broadly with an arm slung around Loki's shoulders. Another frame showed Loki and Hela together, both dressed impeccably with matching smirks.

It was sweet, but it forced him to think about how no one's mentioned Hela since they arrived. Her absence in conversation, combined with how Loki's room was more of an afterthought than Thor's, painted a clear picture of the sibling hierarchy in this family. Thor the golden boy. Hela the exile. And Loki… somewhere in between.

Mobius frowned slightly, the weight of what he was seeing settling in his chest. Thor's room had been a shrine to achievement, to celebration, while Loki's was a quieter, introspective space that seemed to shout that his needs—and his joys—had always been secondary.

Still, Mobius couldn't help but admire Loki's ability to carve out a space for himself, to express his identity even in the shadow of his larger-than-life brother.

"I love it," Mobius said softly, standing beside Loki and squeezing his hand.

Loki glanced at him, his expression softening. "Do you?"

"Of course," Mobius replied, his voice warm. "It's very you."

That made Loki smile for real, even as the faint shadow of old insecurities lingered behind his eyes. "Thank you, my love," he murmured, before turning his attention back to the boys as they explored, their innocent enthusiasm filling the room with a comforting warmth Loki hadn't realized he needed.

The boys, after thoroughly exploring both rooms, declared they actually preferred Loki's room. They loved the mythology-themed decor and the moody atmosphere, which they thought was "cool and mysterious." Their decision led to an impromptu setup as they brought in some of Thor's video games and consoles to play, spreading themselves across Loki's carpet while flipping through game cartridges and chatting animatedly.

Frigga stood nearby, watching them with a smile, clearly delighted by the energy they brought into the space. She lingered by Loki's vanity, her fingers lightly brushing over the polished surface before opening one of the drawers.

"Please, allow me to show you one last thing in here," she said softly, pulling out a small photograph encased in a delicate silver frame. She turned and held it out to Mobius and Loki, her eyes misty with nostalgia. "Look," she said, "my baby."

Mobius stepped closer to see the picture and immediately gasped, his hand flying to his chest. "Oh my god!" he exclaimed, staring at the photo of a young boy no older than five, with a big smile and cherubic cheeks.

Loki glanced at the picture with a faint smirk, already knowing what was coming.

"Loki," Mobius whispered, his voice soft with wonder as tears welled up in his eyes. "Oh my god... look at this little guy."

Loki rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched with amusement. "You can't possibly be crying over an ancient photo of me."

"I think I am," Mobius admitted, blinking rapidly. "You were just so precious. Look at that face. And that smile!"

Frigga beamed as she looked between them, her own eyes shimmering with emotion. "I know," she said, her voice thick with sentiment. "Wasn't he just darling? He still is. But oh, how I adored that precious little boy. He was my surprise gift. I couldn't believe how lucky I was when I was presented with that infant."

She placed the photo into Loki's hands and gently cupped his face, brushing her thumb across his cheek. "And now you're grown and matured, my darling. You're getting married and you have a family of your own. I am so proud of you, my son."

Loki's cheeks flushed, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her in a hug, murmuring, "Thank you, Mother." He was clearly embarrassed but didn't pull away, knowing how much it meant to her.

Meanwhile, Mobius was still staring at the photo, utterly captivated. He sniffed and wiped at his eyes, muttering, "I mean, seriously, how does someone even look that cute? It's criminal."

"He always had a way of stealing hearts. Children are such a blessing." Frigga smiled, dabbing at her own eyes. "Perhaps," she began, almost hesitantly, "in the future, you might consider having more children? A little girl this time, maybe?"

Mobius blinked, utterly caught off guard. His eyebrows shot up as he exchanged a glance with Loki, who looked equally startled but far more composed.

"Mother!" Loki exclaimed with a playful scoff, though his cheeks flushed slightly.

Frigga raised her hands in surrender, her smile unrepentant. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. One thing at a time. We'll have the wedding first… then we can talk about children."

Loki let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. "I'm sure we'll cross that bridge when the time comes."

Mobius chuckled awkwardly, tucking the thought away for later. It wasn't something they'd really discussed yet. The wedding was their focus for now, and anything beyond that was a distant possibility—a whim, perhaps, but not yet a reality.

----

After the touching moment with Frigga, everyone was escorted to their respective rooms. Loki and Mobius were set up in a luxurious guest room near the boys, just in case they needed anything. The kids, however, had their own full itinerary to keep them busy well into the evening. Loki assured Mobius they'd be in good hands, trusting the caretakers as they were people he had known for years.

This left Loki and Mobius with some rare downtime to relax, explore, or simply enjoy each other's company. As the evening approached, however, an air of tension began to build.

Mobius felt a nervous flutter in his stomach at the thought of facing Odin again, especially after their fraught conversation in the garden. Still, he tried to frame it as an opportunity to make peace and set a positive tone for the days ahead. After all, this was a formal engagement dinner—a grownups-only affair likely to stretch late into the night.

When it came time to get ready, Mobius put on the sharp suit that Loki had helped him pick out before the visit. Mobius hadn't worn one in ages--not since the TVA--and felt a bit out of practice, but Loki's impeccable taste made all the difference.

Loki, meanwhile, selected a stunning evening dress—a long, glittering black gown that shimmered with every movement. Mobius couldn't tell if Loki had chosen it to make a statement, rile Odin up, or simply because he felt like it, but either way, the effect was dazzling.

"You look… incredible," Mobius murmured, unable to tear his eyes away.

Loki smirked, brushing a stray curl from his face as he admired himself in the mirror. "I know," he replied teasingly, his confidence glowing.

"Seriously," Mobius continued, stepping closer to adjust Loki's necklace, his hands gentle. "You're… breathtaking."

Loki's smirk softened into a small, genuine smile. "Thank you, my dear," he said quietly, leaning in to press a kiss to Mobius's cheek. "You're not so bad, yourself. I know I've always had good taste, but I've certainly outdone myself in picking out this color for you."

Mobius's cheeks dusted lightly with a blush as Loki embraced him lightly. He always did say there was something about him and tans, beiges, browns, and burgundies. Mobius thought the colors washed him out but Loki says they gave him a grounded, utterly handsome effect. He was just thankful that mocha was a far cry away from TVA brown--plus that matching coat, well, even Mobius had to admit he felt like hot stuff in it. Very nice selection.

Mobius looked into the full-length mirror at the two of them, admiring Loki, but interestingly, admiring himself as well. It was a new sensation to be able to feel confident and happy with himself--yet another thing he had to thank Loki for.

Gosh, they sure made a good-looking couple. He couldn't wait to get married.

----

The engagement dinner was held at, without question, the most high-end restaurant Mobius had ever attended—and that was saying something, considering the quality of the places Brad had dragged him to in his younger days.

Everyone looked incredible, dressed to the nines and matching the air of sophistication that the other patrons held. Chuck, with his hair combed back and his suit fitting just right, could've given any salt-and-peppered celebrity a run for his money. Aayla and Erin were stunning in their evening wear—Erin wore a sophisticated dress with a high neckline and Aayla was in something soft and flowy, the colors perfectly complementing her warm energy. They all blended right in.

But Frigga... once again, was a vision, her gown shimmering like something plucked from a dream. How did one person look so ethereal? She's not human, Mobius thought for the hundredth time, she's some kind of celestial being.

The restaurant itself was a spectacle. It was the kind of place that screamed exclusivity, with wait staff that floated silently between tables, and décor that looked as though it belonged in a museum. Mobius felt out of his depth the moment they walked in, but it was nothing compared to the realization that Odin owned the place.

"I had our special table reserved. Only the best for us," Odin had remarked offhandedly as they were escorted to a private section of the restaurant. "I own this establishment, of course, as well as the staff."

They were guided to a secluded private table in the restaurant's most exclusive corner. The staff moved with military precision, deferential to the point of discomfort. The way the waiters bowed and avoided eye contact with Odin felt strange. Mobius tried offering one of them a polite smile, but the server only lowered his head further and disappeared.

How can anyone feel good in this environment? He thought.

As they were seated, Odin announced that the courses had already been selected by the chef. There was no need for menus. "But I suppose," he added with an air of magnanimity, "you may order drinks."

Chuck cleared his throat, making what he thought was a reasonable suggestion. "How about champagne for the table? It's a family celebration, after all."

Odin's face barely moved, but his disapproval radiated from him like a wave. "Champagne may clash with the chef's recommendations. Such a request would offend him terribly."

Chuck shifted uncomfortably, offering an apologetic shrug. "Sorry. I've never been to a place this fancy before."

"There's no need to worry," Frigga said. "All that matters is that everyone is happy and comfortable tonight."

Before they could decide, the chef, himself, arrived at the table. He was a wiry Frenchman, practically quaking with nerves as he addressed them. Mobius swore the man was one bow away from hitting the floor, and the whole thing made him incredibly uncomfortable. Odin, however, seemed perfectly at ease, even basking in the display. At least, Mobius noted, Odin gave the chef a degree of respect, acknowledging his work as a master of the craft.

Frigga took the opportunity to ease the tension. "Chef," she asked gently, "would champagne be appropriate? We are celebrating, after all."

The chef smiled graciously, his accent thick but warm. "Oh, of course, madame! One cannot celebrate without champagne."

He turned to Loki and Mobius, nodding his head slightly. "Congratulations to the happy couple."

Loki offered a polite, charming smile in return. "Thank you. That is most kind of you."

The chef inclined once more, wishing them a pleasant evening, and disappeared into the kitchen to prepare the first course.

The champagne felt like a small win, but the mood at the table remained strained. Mobius glanced at Loki, who looked serene on the surface but was surely simmering inside. This was the first of many battles to come. Hopefully, some booze could loosen everyone up.

The champagne arrived along with elegant flutes. The waiter poured for each person before stepping aside. Frigga lifted her bubbling glass, and everyone else followed suit.

"To the joining of our families," she announced. "I am truly happy for this union."

The group murmured their agreement, voices overlapping with "Cheers" and "To family," as they clinked their glasses. The tension began to ease slightly as the champagne flowed.

Frigga continued, setting her glass down. "It's so wonderful to have you all here. I can say with certainty that I'm enjoying the company, and I'm thrilled we're all getting along so well."

Loki gave her a small smile. "Indeed, Mother."

She turned her attention to Mobius. "And I must say, I really do like you, Mobius. You're a wonderful addition to the family. Even Thor and Hela have spoken highly of you and your family—it seems you've made quite an impression."

Mobius was caught slightly off guard, though he smiled warmly. "Thank you, ma'am. I'm glad to hear that. I definitely get along well with Loki's siblings. And, well, my family is very fond of Loki, too."

Chuck chimed in eagerly. "Of course! We love him. He's always welcome at our place. Loki's the perfect guest—polite, gracious, even helps with the chores when we tell him not to."

Aayla nodded. "Absolutely. He's part of the family now."

Even Erin, who rarely gushed, gave a small nod of approval as she sipped her champagne. Coming from her, that was high praise.

Chuck continued shortly after, "Even Mobi's little brother approves of Loki, and Torus is the pickiest of us all!" After Erin, of course.

Frigga's expression brightened. "Ah, Torus, yes! I've heard of him. I do apologize that he wasn't invited on this particular venture. I would have loved to meet him, but…" She hesitated, her smile faltering as her eyes darted briefly to Odin.

Odin caught her eyes and smoothly took over. "We thought it best to keep this meeting intimate. Just parents and our respective sons." He paused before sharpening his tone slightly. "Though I did not anticipate the children attending. That was... unexpected."

Mobius stiffened, his grip on his glass tightening. Unexpected? What did Odin think he'd do—leave his kids behind like pets?

Before he even got the chance to respond, Frigga stepped in to keep the peace. "Oh, but I planned for the boys to be here. I'm so glad they came. I wanted to meet my new grandchildren so desperately, and they're such good kids." She smiled at Mobius, then at Loki. "I can see so much of you, Mobius, in them. But I can also see Loki's influence—their curiosity, their mannerisms."

Loki's expression softened as he listened. He was always great at accepting compliments but hearing this from his mother made him feel so strongly that he couldn't even boast. He took it genuinely to heart and could only feel so glad that the kids were starting to take after him. What a kind sentiment. A blessing, really.

Frigga turned to Odin with an expectant smile. "Aren't Kevin and Sean just darling?"

Odin took his time answering, swirling the champagne in his glass as if it required his full attention. "They are... energetic and... quite inquisitive," he said finally with an uninterested tone. "Restlessness can be a healthy sign for children. Though, governance and stability are key to maturity."

The words were carefully neutral, but there was a faintly sharp edge to them. It wasn't enough to cause an argument, but Mobius certainly didn't appreciate the passive-aggressive remark.

"Yes, their energy is wonderful," Frigga offered in response, "It keeps things lively, don't you agree?"

Odin hummed in acknowledgment but said nothing more, leaving the conversation to move on. Mobius, meanwhile, sipped his champagne and reminded himself to breathe.

Soon after, the chef, himself, emerged with the appetizers and hors d'oeuvres, a small parade of intricate dishes that looked more like works of art than food. He explained each one with a blend of broken English and French, gesturing theatrically as he described the ingredients and preparation--tiny bites of smoked salmon on cucumber rounds, dainty pastry puffs filled with truffle cream, and miniature tartlets with exotic cheeses and pork.

As they ate these tiny flavorful morsels, Odin contributed to the already light conversation at hand. He targeted Mobius for his next comment, "What is it, exactly, that you do, Mobius?" he asked, his tone still carrying that quiet authority. "I understand watercraft seems to be something of a family legacy, if you will. Do you sell ships?"

Mobius smiled politely. "Oh no, that's all Dad. He's the boat expert."

Chuck beamed. "Yup, that's me. Anything boating, I'm your guy."

Odin raised a brow, intrigued. "Oh? Do you own many?"

Chuck leaned back slightly, clearly in his element. "Had a few over the years, but right now, I keep a pretty little motor yacht. Ain't too big—not all that bad on the environment. She's just right for spending a day out on the water."

Odin's lips twitched into what might've been a suppressed scoff. "How noble."

Chuck, unfazed, flipped the question right back. "Do you have your own?"

Odin inclined his head, his tone carrying just the faintest edge of condescension. "Indeed we do. We maintain a fleet of luxury vessels, mostly stationed in various marinas across the Mediterranean. Though, for leisure, we more often find ourselves taking vacations aboard cruise lines."

Aayla perked up at that. "Oh, how lovely! We enjoy cruises, too. We actually just took a wonderful two-week trip last year."

"Very nice," Odin said with a small nod. "Just last year, we went on a voyage, ourselves, as well. We took a 19-night journey aboard the Seven Seas Grandeur, from Oslo to Amsterdam. Quite the experience."

Chuck's eyebrows rose slightly. Even he had heard of the Seven Seas Grandeur. A cruise on that line was a symbol of extreme luxury—the kind of trip that would easily run $20,000 per person. The thought of that made Odin's next question all the more nerve-wracking.

"And what ship were you aboard?" Odin questioned. "The Queen Anne, perhaps? I heard there was a spectacular voyage to the Canary Islands recently."

Chuck cleared his throat, glancing briefly at Aayla, who was sipping her champagne like it might save her. "Oh... no. We were aboard the Wish."

Odin tilted his head. "I see. And to which line does that belong?"

Chuck hesitated, then resigned himself. "... Disney."

The silence that followed was deafening. Odin's expression gave everything away—barely concealed judgment, his lips pressing into a thin line as he nodded once. "Hm. Well. There's something for everyone, I suppose."

Frigga could sense her husband's attitude and smoothly changed the subject before any discomfort could linger. "Why don't we return to the matter at hand?" she said kindly, turning to Mobius. "You manage a powersports store, correct? Could you tell us more about that? What exactly are these, powersports?"

Her interest was genuine, and Mobius felt some of the tension ease. He smiled warmly at her. "Oh, yes, ma'am, of course. Powersports cover all kinds of recreational vehicles—ATVs, utility vehicles, dirtbikes. If it’s got an engine and is meant for adventure, we've got it. Though, my expertise does lie more in watercraft as Odin mentioned. I mostly sell jet skis."

Frigga's eyes lit up with curiosity. "That sounds exciting. Do you participate in these sports, yourself?"

Mobius chuckled. "Oh, absolutely. It's part of the job. Gotta know the product to sell it, right?"

Chuck leaned in, eager to join the conversation. "He's being modest. Mobi's been zoomin' around on jet ski's and dirt bikes since he was a teenager. A real taste for speed, this one's got. I've seen him sell a machine to even the most hesitant customers! He's got a gift."

Frigga laughed, clearly charmed. "That's wonderful. It sounds like such a vibrant and thrilling career."

Loki smiled, so very proud of Mobius. "He's remarkable at what he does. It's not just about the sales—it's about the connections he makes with people. I've seen him turn customers into lifelong friends."

Mobius gave Loki a grateful look, and for a moment, the table felt warm and united, as if the earlier hiccups had never happened.

The conversation was flowing smoothly, almost pleasantly, until Odin, with his impeccably timed ability to sour a moment, just had to open his mouth.

Odin turned his sharp gaze toward Mobius once more, his tone as measured as ever. "You've swapped careers quite a bit, haven't you? Beginning as a model, then transitioning into data analysis for some time. Now, powersports." He leaned slightly back in his chair, swirling the last of his champagne. "I do find it interesting when people trade professions so frequently. It suggests a certain... restlessness."

Mobius kept his face neutral, though he could feel a pang of irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "Well, with all due respect, sir, it was actually definitely worth it for me. Each step taught me something new, and I've managed to build a pretty rewarding career."

He glanced at Loki, his voice softening. "Together, we do pretty well for ourselves. Take-home isn't bad at all."

Odin tilted his head, the faintest of smirks tugging at his lips. "With Loki, yes. Of course, when one finds oneself dissatisfied with a fair share of wealth, it is all too often to seek a second source. Such as the weeds leaching off the flora, it is all about survival of the fittest--the most clever. Whoever can fit themselves into even the tightest of arrangements to feed."

The metaphor was not lost on Mobius. He isn't an idiot and he certainly didn't appreciate such a baseless accusation and frankly, straight fucked up remark. It seemed Odin was taking a page from Erin's book, accusing him of being a gold digger— although, she originally accused Loki but took it back just as quickly as she'd given it. Thinking of her, though, Mobius was starting to realize how quiet she'd been lately. He spotted her at the other end of the table, looking quite small sitting with her arms crossed but she was fixing Odin with a wicked glare. Mobius wondered how long it was going to be before she blew a fuse.

But for now, Mobius was ready to fight his own battles and confront Odin.

Mobius stiffened, his jaw tightening. "Hold on, now," he said, "It's not like that. It's never been like that. Money doesn't mean a damn thing to me. I'm not in this for greed."

Odin raised his hands slightly, a picture of feigned innocence. "Oh, I know. Of course. That wasn't my suggestion at all."

Loki's eyes narrowed and he gripped Mobius's hand underneath the table. "I'm not sure why you would imply something like that in the first place."

Odin waved a hand dismissively. "No, no, of course not. If such a thing were to happen, it would likely be more of a concern for Thor. He's much more visible—successful, talented, strong, reliable. A natural leader. He still maintains his hold on the family legacy through loyalty--as opposed to rebellion and spectacle." He held his head high as he spoke about the golden boy. "It's no wonder so many seek to follow him."

Loki's grip on Mobius's hand tightened. "And yet," he said sharply, "Thor has no bearing on this conversation, does he? This is my engagement dinner, not his. I don't know why you felt the need to bring him up."

Odin's brows rose, his expression that of a man entirely unaware of any offense caused. "It's merely an observation, Loki. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You've always had a... proclivity for indulgence. Living in dreams. But Thor—"

"Odin." Frigga's voice cut through his sentence like a knife.

All eyes turned to her. Gone was the gentle, smiling hostess from moments before. In her place was a woman of regal authority, her stare was unwavering as it locked onto her husband.

She didn't raise her voice, but there was no mistaking the weight of her tone. "Enough."

Odin's smirk faltered for just a moment. The entire table seemed to hold its breath, Mobius included, as Odin leaned back in his chair. "Of course," he said smoothly, ultimately relenting, though his expression communicated anything but remorse. "I suppose we should shift our conversation. It seems the main course is upon us."

Odin was right as shortly after, the chef came back out and presented the main course with an elaborate presentation, detailing each dish in a mix of broken English and French. He gestured to the plates with pride, describing them as if unveiling masterpieces.

Mobius, fluent in French, caught everything, including the troubling source of the entre. His stomach turned slightly as he processed the chef's words, and he cast a glance at his parents. He feared this night was doomed--or cursed. Something just wasn't right. Chuck and Aayla had been nodding politely during the presentation, but when the chef left and Odin casually dismissed him with a wave, Aayla leaned toward Chuck and whispered, "I'm sorry, did he just say foie gras?"

Chuck's face fell. "Shoot..." His brows knit together and he stared down at his plate, taking in the look of that pale disc of flesh. He's always been an omnivore, believing in one's choice of diet-- but he drew the line at unnecessary forms of animal cruelty. What audacity do rich people have to torture animals just to get a taste of a diseased liver?

Mobius had been dreading it, too. He couldn't stomach the thought of consuming it and his already habitually fleeting appetite completely vanished. He leaned toward Loki and whispered, "I'm sorry, hun, but I don't think I can eat this."

Loki could see the dread in Mobius's eyes and placed a hand on his arm, murmuring back, "It's alright, my dear. Don't fret. You don't have to. No one has to."

It confused him deeply, as well. He knows his mother shares similar opinions on cruel practices like this, and she happens to despise the dish itself, so why the hell would Odin even choose such an entre? Yet another unwelcoming statement, perhaps. Heard loud and clear.

Frigga noticed the subdued exchange and frowned slightly. "Is there a problem?" she asked.

Aayla hesitated but decided to speak up. "I'm sorry, Miss Frigga, but we don't eat foie gras."

Odin's eyebrow lifted, and his voice carried a note of mockery as he said, "Oh? Vegans, then? I must have misunderstood, considering the sheer amount of cheese and pork your husband has ingested tonight." A low blow.

Chuck's patience was already wearing thin. If he hadn't had so much practice being a pacifist over the years, he probably would've swung ages ago. "No, sir, we're not vegans," he explained calmly. "It's just that some of us hold moral obligations. Personally, I don't feel comfortable eatin' this. I truly appreciate the effort the chef has gone to, and I hope you don't take this as an insult. If I'd known beforehand, I would've mentioned something."

Frigga nodded, immediately smoothing over the moment. "Oh, it's quite alright. That's our fault for not allowing you to see the menu beforehand. I should've thought of that. Though, truly, I had not seen it, myself." She glanced at Odin, her pointed look making it clear where the blame truly lay.

Odin's expression darkened, his shoulders stiffening. "How considerate," he said flatly.

Loki's gaze snapped to his father. "What?" he asked, his tone sharp.

"Nothing," Odin replied, his voice deceptively calm. "I'm just admiring the hypocrisy of it all."

Chuck's brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"

Odin leaned forward slightly, his voice steady and refined but brimming with disdain. "Tree-hugger types often preach moral superiority, pressuring others into their so-called ‘obligations.' It's always about appearances, isn't it? A spectacle, really—dragging everyone else down just to feel an ounce of righteousness without doing anything worth a damn to actually preserve the planet you claim to love."

Chuck stiffened, his grip tightening on his champagne flute. "Hey, asshole, I said I didn't want to eat it. I didn't say you couldn't. The hell's your problem? I'm the one with the superiority complex? You're the one sitting here judging me because I dared to have an opinion that's different from yours."

Odin's gaze turned icy. "Some people do have superiority over others," he dared to claim.

"Oh, yeah?" Chuck challenged. "Like you? With your fleet of megayachts? You think I'm the hypocrite just 'cause I own one itty boat? At least I live a modest life. I do my part. Meanwhile, you drive around in a fleet of floating cities, thinkin' you own the damn world—blaming the little guy for all the world's problems while you rake in blood money from underpaid workers. Must be nice up there in your ivory tower of faux-guiltless fuckery."

Odin's lips thinned, his calm unraveling ever so slightly. "Perhaps if the ‘little guys,' as you put it, weren't so dependent on convenience and indulgence, they wouldn't need to point fingers at those with actual power."

"You mean people wrapped up in corporations like yours?" Chuck fired back.

Aayla placed a calming hand on Chuck's arm. "Chuck..."

"Odin." Frigga, cut in as well.

Odin ignored her entirely, his focus locked on Chuck. "You speak of modesty while lecturing about morality at my table, staying in my home, eating food served by my chef. Is the irony lost on you? Or do you deceptively possess the ability to critically think?"

Frigga's hands curled into fists on the table. "Odin, that's enough."

But Odin didn't stop. His voice rose slightly as he turned to her. "And you, Frigga—are you going to sit there and betray me by taking their side? Do you not see this is simply a discussion?"

"You will not speak to me like that," Frigga snapped, her voice rising slightly. Finally, she'd reached a breaking point as she pushed back her chair and stood abruptly. "Do excuse me. I'm going to use the powder room."

She turned to Aayla, her tone softening as she tried to save her from the conflict as well. "Miss Aayla, would you join me?"

Aayla didn't need to be asked twice. "Absolutely." The tension was getting to be all too much.

Frigga paused, turning to Erin. "Dr. Collins?"

Erin shook her head, her expression unreadable. "No, thank you. I'm perfectly fine here."

Frigga nodded, her lips pursed and swept out of the room with Aayla.

The silence that followed was deafening. Chuck glared at Odin across the table, who sat as still as a statue, his face impassive. Mobius glanced at Loki, their expressions mirroring the same mixture of exhaustion and disbelief.

It was a disaster. An absolute disaster.

The table was steeped in awkward silence, the tension remained even as Chuck ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily. He stared at the table for a long moment, his face twisted in thought. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Look, I'm sorry," he said, glancing at Loki and Mobius. "I shouldn't have lost my cool like that. I didn't mean to turn this engagement dinner into something it shouldn't be. I should've just taken the remarks lying down. This wasn't the place or time."

Loki was the first to respond, feeling the need to shoot down all that festering guilt. "It's alright, Chuck. You were defending yourself. You don't have to apologize for that."

Mobius nodded in agreement, agreeing wholeheartedly. "Yeah, Dad. I didn't expect you to just sit there and take it. You gotta show some backbone, y'know? Remember you used to tell me that all the time? ‘Don't use your fists—use your sass.'"

Chuck let out a small laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he ended it with an extended sigh. "Yeah, well... still. I'm sorry... and I apologize to you, Odin, as well." He hesitated before adding, "And I definitely owe the ladies an apology, too, whenever they're ready to come back. Gosh, I hope Aayla ain't too upset... I didn't mean to embarrass her."

To everyone's surprise, Erin spoke up next. "I'm sure you didn't embarrass her, Charles. If anything, you defended her honor when you defended yourself. Aayla wouldn't have been happy if you stayed silent."

Chuck blinked at her, then smiled faintly. "Oh... wow... thank you for sayin' that, Erin. You're probably right."

She tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. "I know."

With that, their attention turned toward Odin, who sat still as a statue. All eyes lingered on him, waiting for some kind of acknowledgment. The pause stretched long enough to border on painful.

Finally, Odin conceded and prompted with an impatient, "Yes?"

Loki scoffed, breaking the stillness with a disbelieving laugh. "You seriously aren't going to offer some kind of apology right now?"

Odin's gaze turned icy. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you owe one," Loki said sharply, his voice rising. "To everyone. To Chuck, to Aayla—especially to Mother."

Odin's jaw tightened. "I see no reason to apologize. What I said was nothing but the truth, however unpleasant it may have been for some to hear. If anyone took offense, that is not my responsibility."

Loki's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You humiliated them. You dismissed their values and made a spectacle out of their discomfort. You owe them an apology because it's the decent thing to do."

Odin leaned back slightly, his tone growing colder. "Decency," he repeated. "What would you know of decency, Loki? So eager to lecture me on propriety when you—"

Loki shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I cannot be at this table any longer," he snapped with a trembling voice.

"Loki—wait—" Mobius started, but Loki had already turned on his heel, storming out of the dining room.

Mobius stood quickly, not caring to politely dismiss himself. He needed to get to Loki and make sure he was okay.

He caught up with him in the hallway just outside the main dining area, where a small lounge with cushioned benches was tucked away.

Before he could say anything, they both noticed Aayla and Frigga sitting on one of the benches, deep in quiet conversation. Frigga's hand was resting lightly on Aayla's arm, and their expressions lightened slightly when they noticed Loki and Mobius.

Aayla exhaled deeply and managed a small smile. "Well, hey there. You two finally had enough of the dragon's den, too?"

Loki sank onto a bench right across from them. "More than enough."

Mobius nodded, sitting down beside him. "You have no idea."

It was like all the tension had left their bodies as soon as they entered the space of their respective mothers. Suddenly everything was so clear and peaceful. They felt safe from that toxic source back at the table.

Frigga gave them a sympathetic look. "It's good you stepped away. Sometimes, distance is the only way to maintain peace."

Loki nodded solemnly at his mother's insight. "That's very wise, Mother. Thank you." He glanced at them, his brow furrowing. "Are you both alright? That was... quite a lot back there."

Frigga nodded gently. "We're fine, my dear. It was just getting to be too much, that's all."

Aayla agreed, leaning back against the bench with a sigh. "Yes, I just couldn't sit there any longer. Too much tension."

Loki ran a hand through his curled locks, frustration clear on his face. "I know exactly how you feel. I just didn't expect this to be so disastrous. I thought—well, I hoped—that Odin might manage at least one positive conversation that wasn't centered entirely on himself. Clearly, that was wishful thinking."

Frigga sighed, her expression pained. "I'm sorry, my dear. I wish I could say this was unlike him."

Aayla glanced at Mobius with concern and asked softly, "How's your anxiety, baby?"

Mobius gave her a small, reassuring smile. "I'm alright, Mama. More worried about Dad, though. I can't help but wonder what's going on back there."

Mobius glanced toward the dining room, expecting to see Chuck still seated at the table. Instead, he spotted him walking toward them, shoulders slightly hunched, looking sheepish.

Aayla's eyes lit up. "Oh, Chuck," she said as he approached.

Chuck scratched the back of his head, his eyes finding Aayla's first. "... Couldn't sit there any longer. Thought it was best to distance myself."

Aayla nodded approvingly. "That was wise."

Chuck exhaled deeply, his face serious as he looked between Frigga and Aayla. "Listen, ladies, I'm really sorry for taking part in that spat back there. Whether I was defending myself or not, I know it put ya'll in a real uncomfortable spot. I shouldn't have let it get that far, and I apologize."

Aayla waved him off, her voice firm but affectionate. "Oh, no. Don't you apologize. You gave it right back to that man just like he deserved. You know how much I love it when you show your attitude. It's quite attractive on you..."

Chuck blushed faintly, his lips quirking into a small, bashful grin. "Well... happy to keep the romance alive."

Frigga chuckled softly. "You two truly are objectively an adorable couple. And Aayla's right—Odin was entirely at fault. He has a habit of picking fights, and I despise it. I'm ever-pleased that you didn't allow him push you around."

Chuck visibly relaxed at her words, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Oh, thank God you said that. I was worried I'd ruined my impression for you." He chuckled dryly. "But man, he really does know how to push buttons, huh? I feel like if I'd stayed any longer, I might've swung at him or somethin'. I needed to get out and away from evil Santa over there. No offense, Miss Frigga—but is he always so goshdarn unpleasant?"

Frigga smiled weakly, though there was sadness in her eyes. "Well... no. Or..." She hesitated, then sighed. "Yes. I suppose... he is always unpleasant. Though it's never been quite this bad. I don't know what's come over him. He's been acting awfully this entire trip."

Loki folded his arms, answering bitterly, "I know exactly what it is, Mother. It's me. He hates me, and he can't help but be awful anytime I'm around."

Frigga's frown deepened. "No, darling. Don't say that. It's not true. He doesn't hate you."

Loki let out a humorless laugh. "Fine. Say what you will, but I know I'm at least his second least favorite child—right after the one he rarely dares to mention."

The mention of Hela brought a shadow across Frigga's face. She reached out, gently touching Loki's arm. "I'm sorry you feel this way... but I can understand, given the way Odin has been behaving. He hasn't given you any reason to believe otherwise."

"Please, Mother," Loki said, shaking his head. "Don't feel the need to apologize for him. He's a grown man with his own issues, and honestly, I hope he's stewing in silence over there."

Aayla looked around, frowning. "Wait a minute... if we're all here... then who's—"

Her voice trailed off as they all turned toward the dining room, their view locking on Erin, who was now seated directly across from Odin in what used to be Chuck's chair. She sat perfectly composed, her ankles crossed beneath the table, though her bouncing foot betrayed her simmering anger. In her hand, she clutched her champagne glass so tightly it seemed ready to shatter. Her glare could have frozen fire.

Mobius's eyes widened in alarm. "Oh, shit—Mom—"

Chuck let out a small, breathless laugh. "Oh, she's gonna eat him alive."

"Let's hope so..." Loki thought aloud.

Chapter Text

Erin Collins had always been a strong-willed woman. It wasn’t something she developed over time—it was something she had to be. Growing up in the shadow of brothers whose intelligence was celebrated while hers was scrutinized, she learned early on that the world didn’t see her as their equal. When they won chess matches, they were prodigies. When she showed up to play, she was called a self-important whore.

She was thirteen.

The message had been clear— her place was to stand behind, to observe, to admire, but never to be.

They were wrong.

Erin knew who she was at a young age, and that certainty had never wavered. Not when her professors doubted her. Not when men in boardrooms ignored her. Not when her town father dismissed her. And certainly not now, as she sat across from Odin Borson, leveling him with a gaze that had shattered stronger men.

Odin was powerful. She understood that well enough. His influence stretched far and wide, his name carried weight in circles of wealth and prestige. But under the sharp, dissecting precision of her stare, he was just another man trying to wield control where he had none.

And no one messed with her family.

He had made that mistake already. She had watched him belittle Mobius and watched him look down his nose at Chuck and Aayla. And worst of all, she saw the way Loki’s shoulders had stiffened, his jaw clenched, his eyes filled with an all-too-familiar pain.

As far as Erin was concerned, Odin was subject to meet her wrath.

But Erin’s wrath was never loud. She wasn’t the kind to throw a fit, to scream and shout until she got her way. No, hers was a quiet, simmering thing. A subtle coldness that seeped into the bones before anyone realized how frozen they had become. Her fury was a storm in waiting, always patient, always brewing, always at the ready.

And yet, Odin did not flinch. He was fearless, too.

That was the problem.

He continued to meet her gaze, unbothered, unshaken. If anything, there was a bit of amusement behind that golden eyepatch, an arrogant interest in the way she did not shy away.

Then, at last, he spoke.

“My...” he mused, his voice slow and deliberate. “How quickly they all retreated.” His lips barely curled into what might have been a smirk. “And yet, here you are.”

He tilted his head slightly, observing her as if she were some rare and exotic creature. “Unphased. Unmoved. A confident woman. I admire that. You are not sullied by simple conflict.”

But Erin didn’t take the bait. She remained as she was, back straight, chin lifted, unwavering.

And she said nothing.

Because silence had a power of its own.

Odin thrived in conversation. The world was his stage, and silence was an empty space he had no intention of leaving unfilled if he thought he'd be able to use it for control. And so, of course, he spoke.

“Ah, the family can’t seem to handle a simple misunderstanding,” he mused, swirling the dark liquid in his glass. “It’s a wonder how the happy couple manages.”

The words were casual, offhanded—deliberately dismissive. But Erin didn’t miss the way his sharp eye flicked toward her, gauging her reaction.

She tilted her head slightly as well, narrowing her eyes. There it is.

That look alone piqued Odin’s interest. His mouth curled at the edges, just barely.

“I see what you’re doing,” Erin said smoothly.

Odin’s brow lifted. “Oh? Do you now? And what, pray tell, might that be?”

“Planting your seeds of doubt,” she said simply, her voice as calm as ever. “You’re not exactly slick, Mr. Borson. I’d be a fool not to see through you. Anyone would. You’re probably the most obvious saboteur I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing. You’re worse than the gossip-hound church ladies I grew up around—spreading whispers when someone they didn’t like tried to marry into the community.”

Odin let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “What an intelligent, sharp woman you are.”

But Erin didn’t so much as blink.

“I won’t respond to your flattery,” she said flatly. “Anything out of your mouth is either an insult or a trap, as far as I’m concerned.”

Odin sighed as if he found the whole thing dreadfully tedious. “Dr. Collins, please,” he said, with the slow, measured cadence of a man humoring an opponent he considered beneath him. “It’s pointless for you to be so hostile when it’s clear we each stand on the same end of this… union debacle.”

Erin arched a brow. “Oh? Do we now?”

Odin gave a slight nod, like a man stating the obvious. “Of course we do. I know you’ve had your doubts, Miss—”

“It’s Dr.” she corrected smoothly.

Odin barely faltered. “Dr. Collins,” he amended, a thin smile in place. “I’m well aware of your feelings on the matter.”

Erin folded her arms, unimpressed. “Is that so? And what exactly do you mean by that?”

He lifted his glass again but didn’t drink, studying her over the rim. “I’ve heard chatter that you harbored doubts about the union—primarily regarding Loki’s character.” He set the glass down with a quiet clink. “And I don’t blame you for it. In fact, I completely understand.”

Her jaw tightened, but she kept her expression carefully neutral. “Your information is outdated. I was hesitant at first—to trust anyone, really—but I’ve come around and retracted my previous statements after further observation. I can say confidently that I like Loki.”

Odin exhaled lightly as if he found that amusing. “Well, that’s certainly the appearance you put on the outside.”

Erin narrowed her eyes, but she stayed silent, allowing him the space to keep talking himself into a hole.

“Please, we can be honest here, Doctor,” Odin continued, leaning forward slightly. “You must still have doubts. You—such a wholesome, traditional, old-fashioned American woman.”

He paused, calculating. “Texas, is it? I hear the South is quite strong in its values.”

Erin slowly leaned back in her seat, already seeing through him. But she wanted to know where he was going with this.

“Go on.”

Odin obliged. “It must be… challenging, watching someone like Loki join your family. His history, his lifestyle—well, I can only imagine how it must sit with you. And yet, here you are, being so gracious.” He gave her an empty smile. “The difference in cultures alone must’ve been enough to raise a brow. But of course, there’s more.”

Erin’s nails dug into her palm, but she said nothing.

“There’s the blatant lack of respect that Loki so loves to show,” Odin went on. “Not even speaking to you first about marriage. A true matriarch ought to be consulted, don’t you think? But that’s the way of things these days, isn’t it? No regard for tradition. No respect for the natural order.”

He leaned back, taking his time before adding, “And then, there is the obvious… complication. A union such as this, between two men, well—it comes with its own challenges, doesn’t it? I’m sure it must be a disappointment. No perfect daughter-in-law to welcome, no one to take on the traditional roles. Instead, Loki will be the one going dress shopping with you. I admire your strength for playing the role of an accepting mother despite this abomination of a situation.”

Erin inhaled sharply through her nose. That was it. The final straw. Her whole life, she had fought against these notions. Against the backward, hateful ideals she’d been raised under. She fought for herself and for her sons and the idea that she'd subscribe to the very same hatred that made her parents disown Mobius for marrying a man the first time, all those years ago—that notion was appalling. And now, here sat Odin—assuming she was one of them.

Her fingers curled into a tight fist against the linen tablecloth. When she spoke, her voice was sharp like steel.

“You’re an idiot.”

Odin blinked, momentarily thrown off. He had expected her to be rattled, maybe even accept his words in time and be relieved. But, he hadn’t expected this.

“A self-absorbed, hate-filled, pathetic excuse of a man,” Erin continued, voice calm but seething with fury. “You think you know everything? You know nothing. You are nothing. And if there was any justice in this world, you’d have everything stripped from you and be left with exactly that—nothing.”

Odin’s expression darkened. “I assume I’ve struck a nerve?”

Erin let out a sharp, humorless laugh, the kind that was far more terrifying than if she had started screaming. Then she leaned in slightly, leveling him with a glare sharp enough to cut through stone.

“Don’t you give me that,” she snapped. “I ain't gonna stand for it. Maybe you ought to get out of your own head and learn something for a change, smartass.”

Her Southern accent, usually refined and barely noticeable, came out in full force now, turning her words into a rhythmic, razor-edged drawl.

“You sit here, tryin’ to twist my words, tryin’ to plant these little seeds of doubt, hopin’ I’d be some weak little woman too scared to stand up to you. But lemme tell you somethin’, mister, I have zero doubts about this wedding. And if I did, none of ‘em would be about the fact that they’re two men, or that they ain’t what you’d call ‘traditional.’” She spat the word like it was poison. “I hate tradition. Fuck your tradition.”

Odin’s face twitched. He opened his mouth to speak, but Erin wasn’t done.

“Loki is a wonderful person, and the fact that you can’t see it tells me everything I need to know about you. You’re sittin’ here, tryin’ to sabotage your own son’s wedding when you should be supportin’ him.”

Odin was fuming now, his fingers tightening around his glass. But mostly, he looked stunned. Erin had flipped the game board before he even realized they were playing. He tried to interject, but she cut him off instantly.

“Hush!” she snapped, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t you talk when I’m talkin’! You don’t get to control everything just ‘cause you have the audacity to try. Uh-uh. You better walk on back and remember who you are—a pathetic old man.”

She shook her head in disgust. “You and your damn tradition, huh? You like that? Well, how ‘bout you man up and tell me who you are directly, instead of slinkin’ around, tryin’ to tear everyone apart like some kinda Real Housewives of Atlanta bullshit. ‘Cause that’s one fight you ain’t gonna win, you hear me?”

Odin exhaled slowly, realizing he had miscalculated. He studied her, then gave a slow, begrudging nod. “Yes…”

Erin arched a brow. “Yes, what?”

Odin blinked at her, unsure.

Her voice was razor-sharp. “Don’t you let me remind you again. It’s yes, 'ma’am.'”

Humiliation burned in his gaze, but everything with him was a war, and he allowed her the strategic win of respect. He said it like it physically pained him. “Yes... ma’am.”

But he wasn’t broken down just yet. Not by a long shot.

“I must apologize, Dr. Collins,” he said smoothly, regaining some of his composure. “How I’ve gotten it so wrong. You must understand, I do hold respect for you. And rest assured, I have no intention of secretly sabotaging anything.” He smiled, thin and knowing. “If I wish to challenge something, I will do so directly. After all, the union is to take place on my property, using my funding.”

Erin pursed her lips, peering at him over the rim of her glasses. It was the kind of look that had made her sons sit up straight and rethink their decisions in an instant. Even Odin’s words slowed, his momentum stalling under the weight of her scrutiny.

Hard headed, she thought. Stubborn as a damn mule.

Back when she was still raising her sons, sometimes, they just needed a warning. Others? They needed to have privileges taken away. And from the look of things, Odin had never experienced the latter.

“Hey, now,” she warned, raising her voice slightly, “You quit that right this instant. You're gonna act right from here on out. No more messing with the happy couple. Okay—”

Odin let out an incredulous huff. “And why would I do that? I have the power to—”

“What did I just say about talkin’ when I’m talkin’?” Erin cut in sharply, already reaching into her purse.

Odin’s expression flashed with irritation as she pulled out her phone, but there was something else lurking beneath his expression. Curiosity. Suspicion. "Dr.—"

She held up a finger, silencing him before he could try to twist the conversation back in his favor. “Seems like you didn’t get the message the first time. So, let me ask you something, Mr. Borson. You know why I wasn’t on that plane with everyone else?”

Odin blinked, considering her. “No. I wasn’t even aware that you weren’t.”

Liar. She could see it in his eyes— the slight shift of his jaw. He’d noticed. He just didn’t know why.

She gave him a saccharine smile. “Well, I’ve been seein’ a gentleman lately. He offered me a ride on his personal jet. He's quite taken with me, actually.” She smiled slightly, watching Odin’s posture stiffen. “And I feel the same way about him. He respects me… he knows how important my family is to me.”

Odin said nothing, his silence an unspoken demand for her to get to the point.

So she did.

“Tell me, do you happen to know a Dr. Hank Pym?”

The shift was instant. Subtle, but instant. Odin’s carefully composed features twitched—just the smallest tightening at the corner of his mouth, the brief touch of his fingers against the tablecloth.

Erin smirked.

Oh, he knew exactly who Hank Pym was.

Pym Tech held the sole patents and manufacturing rights to stable, mass-producible Pym Particles. Odin’s company depended on those particles—miniaturized components, advanced materials, and energy storage. Without them? His product line would collapse. Future projects? Compromised. Worse still, Pym’s global logistics network was what Odin’s company relied upon to distribute those products. If Hank pulled out, it wouldn’t just be a minor inconvenience—it would be catastrophic.

And Odin knew it.

But, of course, denial was the first stage.

“No…” he muttered as if trying to process. Then firmer, shaking his head. “No, you can’t possibly be able to—”

“Hush now,” Erin interrupted, holding up a finger once more. “I’ve got to make a phone call.”

Odin stared at her as she dialed, his expression unreadable.

But Erin just smiled, watching the mighty king begin to crumble.

Erin’s finger lingered over the call button. "You've got to the count of three to get your act straight," she said, once again using a tactic she used when her boys were little. "One." Her voice was strong and persistent. Odin looked completely appalled.

"Two." A bead of sweat ran down his temple.

"You wanna test me?" Erin asked. "I will ruin you if given the chance."

Her mouth was just parting to say three when Odin cracked.

"Wait—" he said, holding a hand out, sounding all too desperate.

Erin arched a brow. "Yes?"

Odin exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening before he spoke. "Perhaps we can... come to a more civil agreement to solve this matter."

Erin smirked, finally taking her hand away from the button. "That's what I thought. Wise choice, Mr. Borson."

Odin straightened slightly, regaining some of his composure. "Perhaps we can negotiate a deal—"

"No." Erin cut him off immediately. "No deal. I'd never make a deal with someone as slimy as you. But I'll tell you right now what's gonna happen."

Odin clenched his jaw but remained silent.

"You're gonna hush up about the wedding and be supportive. You're gonna pay for every damn thing and keep your family happy because I know Loki damn well deserves it after being tortured by having you as a father all those years. You owe him. Act right. Like you love him."

Odin’s eyes flared, but Erin wasn’t finished. "Now, as of right this second, you're gonna make up for this dinner that you ruined. You owe us all a good meal. Have the chefs make something good everyone will like. Something quick. You got pizza over here?"

Odin looked physically pained to answer, but he finally gritted out, "We do."

"Good. Order a few pizzas. Do yourself a favor and get toppings your wife is actually going to like. You know she wasn't gonna eat that duck liver, you old slimy bastard. Now, my Möbius likes bacon on his pizza, I want you to make that happen."

Odin's lips pressed into a thin line. "We don't serve bacon at this establishment—"

Erin gave him the mom look.

Odin backed down instantly. "But we have pancetta..."

"Fine. Do that then." Erin smoothed her dress and stood to leave. "Just stick to regular toppings for everyone else, alright? No more mind games, or else you're gonna have a hell of a lot more to worry about than losing your business."

Odin swallowed hard, clearly thrashed but silent as Erin marched away. Her heels clicked loudly against the marble floor as she made her way toward the bathrooms, where she knew everyone was hiding.

As soon as she got close, Mobius recognized that sound all too well and whisper-shouted, "She's coming!" While they were completely out of earshot of the conversation, they'd all still been spying on the interaction, mostly trying to make sure she didn't hold one of her knives up to the old man.

Another thing Erin didn't like was when people didn't mind their own business.

Absolute chaos broke out as they all tried to act naturally. Chuck smacked his head against a low light fixture in his rush to sit back down. He gritted his teeth and pretended like nothing happened as Aayla fussed over him. Loki crossed his legs as if he'd been deep in casual conversation the whole time. Frigga simply adjusted her hair gracefully, the only one who managed to maintain some level of composure.

Erin stopped in front of them, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch for just a moment before declaring, “I took care of it.”

Loki blinked. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly what I said,” Erin replied, her voice calm, as if this were just another errand on her to-do list. “Odin isn’t going to bother anyone anymore.”

Frigga’s brows lifted in intrigue. “Oh? And how in the world did you manage that?”

Mobius narrowed his eyes, studying her. “Did you… tase him?”

Erin scoffed. “No, nothing so dramatic. We just came to an understanding.” She dusted off an invisible speck from her dress. “He’s going to behave. No more sabotage. No more nonsense.” Then, as if it were an afterthought, she added, “Oh, and we’re having pizza now, so if you’d all like to return to the table…”

A beat of stunned silence followed.

Chuck was the first to break it. “Pizza? Nice! You always knew how to get shit done.” He grinned, holding up a hand for a high five.

Erin eyed him with blatant disgust but sighed and smacked his palm anyway.

Loki shook his head in disbelief. “Erin, you are a force to be reckoned with. I mean that sincerely.”

Mobius let out a breath of laughter. “Yeah, Ma—seriously. That was… incredible.”

Erin lifted her chin slightly, her tone softer now. “I want this wedding to be perfect. I know I wasn’t exactly on board in the beginning, but I support this. I support you two. And I want the best for my son.”

Loki’s expression softened, something deep inside him warming at that. “That means a great deal, truly.”

Mobius nodded, just as touched. “It really does. Thank you.”

Erin gave them a small, brief smile—one she didn’t give often—and even let them pull her into a quick hug before brushing them off.

With that, they all started back toward the dining room. But as they walked, Loki and Mobius hung back slightly, keeping pace with Erin.

Loki glanced at her, curiosity flickering across his face. “You have to tell me. What did you say to him? No one’s ever gotten Odin to back down like that, let alone get us pizza.”

Erin smirked. “I told him that if he didn’t act right, I’d have Hank ruin his business. I’m not about to let some overinflated, power-hungry egomaniac try to wreck my son’s wedding. He doesn’t deserve wealth, and I was damn ready to take it away.”

Both Loki and Mobius burst into quiet laughter. Of course, that’s what she’d done.

But then Mobius hesitated, furrowing his brows. “Wait… is it really that serious already? Hank would actually go through with it?”

Erin gave a small shrug, utterly unbothered. “I don’t know. I could ask, of course, but…” She smirked. “I suppose I was bluffing.”

Loki let out a full, delighted laugh. “You bluffed Odin into submission? That’s brilliant.”

Mobius shook his head in pure admiration. “You really do know how to get what you want.”

Loki shot a glance toward the dining room, where the rest of the group awaited, and then back at Erin with a smirk. “Erin, my dear mother-in-law, I can say for certain that I simply adore and admire you. How do I become you when I grow up?”

Erin exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes. “It takes a lot of work and a whole lot more of not tolerating other folk's bullshit. Now come on before I change my mind and decide to stab Odin.”

Mobius laughed, taking Loki’s hand as they followed her inside, feeling luckier than ever to have her in their lives.

Dinner, against all odds, turned out to be wonderful.

The pizza arrived—gourmet, wood-fired, perfectly crisp—and easily the best Mobius had ever had. He and Loki shared a pancetta-topped one, while everyone else received classic margherita, the flavors rich and fresh. It was a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the table earlier.

The conversation shifted back to lighter topics, back to laughter and storytelling, the way a family dinner should be. Odin, thankfully, remained mostly silent, watching from the sidelines as Frigga took full control of hosting. She kept things smooth, warm, and enjoyable. Mobius admired that about her—how effortlessly she could restore a sense of harmony, even after disaster.

By the end of the night, as plates emptied and glasses neared their last sips, Frigga lifted hers once more. “To Loki and Mobius,” she said, her voice full of warmth. “To love, to new beginnings, and to the family we build along the way.”

This time, no one hesitated. No sidelong glances, no hidden jabs lurking beneath the words. Just a genuine, heartfelt toast.

Mobius raised his glass, feeling a quiet, overwhelming gratitude settle in his chest. He had always admired his mother’s strength, her conviction. She liked to say Chuck was the hippie, but she too fought with all she had for what was right. She never took anyone’s bullshit, not even her own family’s, and now, not even Odin’s.

She had shaped Mobius in more ways than he probably even realized. She had given him many things throughout his life—not just his good looks, intelligence, and a stubborn anxiety disorder, but she also gave him strength—the kind that dug in its heels and refused to yield.

Mobius caught her eye across the table and gave her a small smile. Erin arched a brow, then rolled her eyes and smirked back. She's one special lady.

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The next few days were filled with adventure and indulgence, with Frigga effortlessly leading the way. The itinerary took them through the best the city had to offer, and under her guidance, they were treated like honored guests—graceful and well-mannered, not ostentatious, but quietly dignified.

The children had no interest in screens when there was so much to explore. One highlight was an excursion to an authentic longship replica, where they got to play Vikings alongside their grandfather. Chuck, in particular, was thrilled—he even got to help hoist the sail, grinning like a kid at Christmas. Meanwhile, Mobius and Loki sat together at the back, enjoying the gentle sway of the boat as Loki shared historical tidbits about Viking seafaring.

Every time Odin attempted to interject with one of his long-winded anecdotes, he was swiftly silenced by a sharp look from both Frigga and Erin. It was a thing of beauty. Life was simply better when Odin kept quiet.

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Even though it was a family vacation, Loki and Mobius still found plenty of time alone. They strolled through the snowy streets of the city, bundled up in warm coats and scarves, hands tucked into each other’s pockets as they admired the festive lights strung along the avenues. They indulged in long, luxurious dinners at local restaurants, scouting potential catering options for the wedding.

Despite the short time they had in Norway, the wedding planning was coming together seamlessly. Frigga had already handled much of the decor, and Mobius quickly realized that being rich made the whole process absurdly efficient. The sheer number of assistants at their disposal was staggering. They belonged to an elite wedding planning agency that, apparently, catered to royalty and old-money families. All Loki and Mobius had to do was casually mention an idea, and within a day, the planners had mock-ups, samples, and full-fledged designs ready for their approval. Mobius could certainly get used to this kind of service.

As the day approached for Loki’s first dress-shopping appointment, another important discussion loomed—one that had nothing to do with floral arrangements or seating charts. It was time to choose their Forlovers.

The three of them—Loki, Mobius, and Frigga—sat together in one of the palace’s cozy sitting rooms, a fresh pot of tea and slices of raspberry Charlotte cake laid out before them. The ambiance was warm and inviting, and the delicate sweetness of the dessert was the perfect afternoon indulgence.

“My darlings,” Frigga began, “what about your Forlovers? Have you chosen them yet?”

Mobius blinked. “Forlovers?”

Loki took a sip of his tea before explaining, “In Norway, rather than having an entire wedding party, we each choose one best man or maid of honor—our Forlover.”

“Oh,” Mobius nodded in understanding. “That’s easy, then. My brother, Torus, no doubt about it. Gotta have him up there with me.”

Frigga smiled. “A good choice.”

Mobius turned his attention to Loki. “What about you?”

Loki hesitated, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his teacup. His answer was clear, but saying it out loud carried weight. Finally, he exhaled and said, “It has to be Hela.”

Frigga’s expression softened, a mix of warmth and sadness flickering across her face. She nodded slowly. “Of course. You and your sister have always had a bond no one else could touch.”

Loki gave a small smile. “She’s always been there for me, no matter what.”

Frigga hesitated for a moment before carefully asking, “Do you think she’ll come out here?”

Loki pressed his lips together, glancing down at his plate. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “She hasn’t set foot in this house since… well, since everything happened with Odin. When he kicked her out. I won’t pressure her, but I don’t know how this wedding will feel without her.”

Mobius watched him carefully. He could see the way Loki’s shoulders tensed, the way his gaze became distant. The weight of old wounds hung heavy in the air. Mobius reached out, resting a hand over Loki’s. “What exactly happened between them?” he asked gently.

Loki looked at him, his expression unreadable for a long moment. Then, with a quiet sigh, he set his teacup down. “It’s… complicated,” he said.

Mobius gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’m listening.” He always was a bit of a gossip hound.

Loki and Frigga exchanged a look, a silent acknowledgment of the difficulty of the topic at hand. Loki hesitated, glancing at his mother, fully aware that she rarely spoke about this. But before he could take the lead, Frigga straightened her shoulders and spoke first.

"Let me," she said softly but firmly. "I need to discuss it. Hela deserves to have her story told the right way."

She took a steadying breath before beginning. "When Odin and I were younger, he was beyond eager to have a child, a legacy to pass down. His firstborn would be his pride and joy, the one to carry on his name and his empire. He imagined raising a son into power, into greatness, into something that would reflect his own vision of strength and honor."

A bitter smile crossed her lips. "But then I gave birth to a daughter. And from the very start, he was disappointed."

Mobius tensed, and Loki exhaled quietly, already knowing how the story unfolded but still feeling the sting of it.

"At first, Odin resented me for it, as if I had somehow wronged him, as if my daughter were a failure rather than a blessing. I told him he was a fool. It wasn’t my fault, nor was it anyone else’s doing. There was no conspiracy against him. We had a beautiful, healthy baby girl, and that should have been enough. I told him that if he refused to give her a chance, I would leave him. And so he was forced to agree." She paused for a moment, pressing her fingers to her teacup as if grounding herself. "At first, he spoiled her as planned. Gave her the finest things and provided her with every opportunity to succeed. But he refused to love her. He refused to bond with her as a father should. I was left to raise her on my own, and I did my best. I pushed her to be strong, to be brilliant. She was everything I had ever hoped for. But then… then Thor was born."

Frigga’s eyes darkened. "And all chances of Odin ever making space for Hela in his heart were destroyed."

Loki swallowed hard. He had known this, of course, but hearing it spoken aloud was something else entirely. Mobius glanced between them with a pensive expression.

"It was as if he wanted to rewrite history by pretending Thor was his firstborn all along. I despised him for it. I tried to mend things, but the family was already fractured. And when Loki came along, it only solidified the divide. For years, it was as if there were two sides— Odin and Thor, holding all the power, and me, Hela, and Loki, holding onto each other."

Mobius listened intently, his own childhood flashing through his mind. The toxicity of a broken marriage, the way a home could be tainted by imbalance and unspoken resentments. He understood all too well that even the most loving parent couldn't always shield their children from such damage.

Frigga pressed on. "Hela and Loki grew up close, bound by the reality of being the unwanted ones. They were smart, sharp, and, at times, rebellious, but I knew why. The world was against them from the start. And then, when the time came for them to carve their own paths, neither Thor nor Hela wanted anything to do with the family business. Hela despised Odin's dealings. She wanted to separate herself from him entirely. Thor was far too free-spirited to be tied down to a company. But Loki... you saw potential. You had plans and ideas on how to make it better. I fought for you. I tried to make Odin see that you were the right choice."

Loki exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "And yet, Odin still chose Thor."

Frigga nodded grimly. "He forced it onto him, despite Thor never truly wanting it."

Loki leaned back, staring at the ceiling as if realizing something for the first time. "I never really thought about how Thor felt. It wasn’t just given to him—it was thrust upon him."

He never struck Loki as a businessman, anyway. More like an enthusiastic club owner. Or some kind of socialite celebrity.

Frigga gave him an expression of understanding. "Yes. But Odin never cared about what any of you truly wanted. He spent his life forcing Thor into the image of the perfect heir, shaping him into the firstborn son he believed he was owed. And Thor—he wasn’t just privileged, he was trapped. He carries the weight of it all, bound by obligation, by guilt. He stays silent because he believes he owes Odin something he was never meant to repay."

Loki felt the realization settle deep in his chest, heavy and inescapable. "Odin didn’t just push us aside—he ruined all of us. Hela and I were cast away like we didn’t matter, and Thor… he wasn't handed everything but... chained to it, forced into a life that was never really his choice. No wonder he ran. No wonder he followed us to Ohio."

Mobius nodded, the pieces clicking into place. "Thor’s got his own life there. His own family, his own business with his siblings. And he loves it too much to leave. I suppose you were all running after all."

Loki sat in silence for a long moment, then sighed. "It was never our fault. It isn't even on Thor. None of it. It was always Odin."

Frigga took another sip of tea before setting her cup down with finality. "Odin is a selfish man. He never cared what anyone else truly wanted. And because of that, he damned himself. He feared Hela because he knew she was a force he couldn’t control. So he decided she had no place here and told her she was no longer welcome in this home."

She met Loki’s eyes. Her voice was quieter but sharper than before. "And he thought the same of you. The one person who could have saved it all."

Loki felt a twinge of guilt settling in his chest. He and Hela had spent years pushing Thor away, dismissing him as nothing more than an overindulged fool. But really, Thor was just a big, misunderstood oaf—a man who wanted to be near his siblings, the only people who had never placed heavy expectations on him. They simply loved him, or more likely, tolerated him as he was.

Mobius caught the expression of thought across Loki’s face. Without a word, he reached over and took Loki’s hand. The touch was grounding, and solid. Loki glanced at him, then leaned slightly against his shoulder, allowing himself to take comfort in the support. It was nice to have someone there. Someone who understood.

Finally, Loki spoke, his voice softer now. "You did your best, Mother. I know you did. You wanted the best for all of us... but Odin was keen on ruining it all."

Frigga sighed, setting her cup down with an air of finality. "I did try. And now, all I want is to give you the most perfect wedding while I still can."

Loki furrowed his brows. "While you still can?"

Frigga hesitated, her fingers trailing absently along the rim of her saucer. Then, more decisively, she continued, "I’m not sure I can take Odin anymore. Things need to change."

Mobius knew that look. He knew that expression, that tangled mess of emotions—holding on while simultaneously pulling away. He had been surrounded by it his whole life. He made the connection before Loki did. His eyes widened slightly. "Wait... ma’am... you mean... divorce?"

Loki sucked in a sharp breath, nearly choking on the air. "Mother? You're leaving him?"

Frigga’s eyes darted around the room, and she gave them both a firm shush. "Keep your voices down! I don’t know. I've thought about it. He just isn’t the man I fell in love with and... well..." A mischievous smile slowly came across her face. "I am entitled to half of Odin’s business, after all."

Loki gaped at her, his teacup wobbling dangerously in his grip. "Mother! You— I—" He couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. He turned to Mobius, gripping his arm in excitement, practically shaking him.

Mobius let out a breathy laugh, raising his hands. "Hey... I’m all for marriage, but I’m also all for… the d-word." As in, divorce. "Sometimes it just ain’t meant to be. A toxic relationship can be so hard to leave, but once you make it out, you become yourself again. And that’s the most healing thing in the world."

Frigga raised a brow as she finished up the rest of her tea. "That was... unexpectedly beautiful, dear Mobius." She paused, considering his words. "I may be asking your advice in the future if I choose to proceed. But, listen, boys—" She fixed them both with a sharp, mom stare. "We can never speak of this again. Not until after the wedding. I have no real idea if I’m going to go through with it or not. So, quiet mouths. No gossiping."

Mobius raised a hand in mock solemnity. "Oh, of course, ma’am. I’d never tell anyone else’s business."

Loki, however, was still grinning, still fidgeting, nodding tightly as if forcing himself to keep the secret.

Frigga sighed, shaking her head. "Oh, you two. Goodness, me. I needed that little talking session. Now, I apologize, but I have to go." She stood, pressing a kiss to Loki’s cheek before smoothing down his hair. "Good luck, my dear. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your wedding more perfect."

Loki bid her farewell, watching as she left. A silence settled between him and Mobius as they processed everything.

Then, without warning, Loki reached for his phone. "I have to tell Hela."

Mobius’s eyes widened in horror. "What?! No!" He lunged, grabbing Loki’s wrist before he could type a single word. "Hun, you heard your momma! You’re just gonna tell her business like that? Already?"

Loki huffed. "Oh, she has to know! She’ll be thrilled."

Mobius didn’t know whether to be exasperated or amused, but he couldn’t help it—he grinned at Loki’s sheer audacity, shaking his head as he chuckled. "You are unbelievable."

Loki started to type out a message, his fingers hovering over the screen—but at the last moment, he hesitated. With a sigh, he locked his phone and set it aside. "No, no… I shouldn’t tell. Not yet, at least. I have more class than that. I have to at least wait for the gossip to mature, right?"

Mobius let out a laugh. "Whatever you say. But I’m not gonna be a part of this. I’m waiting for the green light before I gossip."

Loki rolled his eyes, smirking. "Oh, my dear sweet Mobius, when has anyone ever given a green light for gossip?"

Mobius chuckled, shaking his head. "Fair enough… but still, ain’t gonna be a part of it."

Loki sighed dramatically and placed his phone back on the table. "Hush, you. I’ll keep my mouth shut. For now."

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Despite Frigga’s insistence on keeping her thoughts a secret for the time being, the moment Loki and Mobius were separated, whispers began circulating through the palace. Servants exchanged glances, hushed conversations ran through the hallways, and subtle gestures conveyed what no one dared to say outright. Information travels fast in a place like this. Even Mobius, a relative outsider, could sense the shift in energy. Yet, despite the quiet hum of gossip, it wasn’t enough to keep him from passing out in that incredible bed.

He slept soundly, and peacefully, just as he had since Erin had helped dispel the tension at dinner. But his morning did not begin with the same tranquility.

Mobius was jolted awake by the unmistakable sound of chaos erupting in the halls. Shouting, laughing, running feet pounding against the floors—it was a symphony of disorder he knew all too well. It was the sound of a Sunday morning.

It was nice. Familiar.

Still, Mobius startled awake, his mind sluggish as he adjusted to the sudden cacophony. Blinking against the light filtering through the curtains, he turned his head, expecting to find Loki beside him. But the space next to him was empty. His eyes looked toward the en-suite bathroom, its door ajar and lights off. Loki was gone.

Before he had the chance to fully process it, the door to the bedroom burst open with an enthusiastic crash.

“Dad, wake up!”

Two small bodies launched themselves at him with no hesitation, landing squarely on his chest and stomach. Mobius let out a loud oof, barely managing to catch his breath before the boys started shaking him.

“C’mon! Come hang out with us!” one of them insisted, grinning down at him with wild excitement.

Mobius groaned, rubbing his face with one hand while the other braced against the assault. “Ow! You two are getting way too big to be doing that.”

The boys just giggled, completely unbothered by his protests, already pulling at his arms to drag him out of bed.

Mobius groaned dramatically, shifting under the weight of his two sons. "I'm trying, but you guys got me pinned down. Jeez."

Sean huffed, still tugging at his arm. "We're bored! Come on, get up already!"

Mobius sighed, rubbing a hand over his face but unable to fight the grin tugging at his lips. As much as they liked to claim they were too cool for their old man sometimes, moments like this reminded him they were still just kids. And they still wanted to hang out with him. He wasn’t taking that for granted.

Before he could throw out another excuse to stay in bed, the door creaked open, and Chuck leaned against the frame, munching on a half-eaten muffin.

"Mornin', Mobi."

Mobius succeeded in shoving the boys aside so he could sit up. He attempted to put up a pillow barrier to keep them from invading his personal space. But, he raised a brow when he made eye contact with his father. "Oh, you too now? What’s going on here?"

Chuck shrugged. "Sorry. I tried to tell 'em to let you sleep, but you know these two. They don’t listen. They’re bored."

"Yeah, I can tell," Mobius muttered, glancing between the boys, who were practically shaking with energy. "So, have you three been wreaking havoc on the palace, then?" he asked.

Kevin shook his head. "Not really. Mama’s out at brunch and then dress shopping with Nana Frigga, Gramma Erin, and Nana Aayla, so we don’t have anyone else to bother but you."

"We can get breakfast though!" Sean added, effectively demolishing Mobi's pillow barrier with one push just to pester their father some more.

Chuck smirked, having taken another bite of his muffin. "Oh yeah, there’s a huge spread in one of the dining rooms. Looks like Miss Frigga made sure the staff put together something good while they're away. And let me tell you, the ladies and Loki are missing out. This stuff is amazing."

Mobius exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a chuckle as he shoved the boys away and finally swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Alright, alright, gimme a second."

The boys cheered in victory, scrambling away and racing each other down the hallway with the kind of enthusiasm only kids could muster first thing in the morning. Chuck lingered a beat longer, watching them disappear before looking back at Mobius.

"We’ll meet you at breakfast," he said, grinning as he turned and followed at a much more leisurely pace.

----

Mobius dressed in something cozy, deciding not to waste the fancy Norway trip outfits Loki had picked out for him. Instead, he pulled on his fleece-lined sweater—the most comfortable thing he owned. Loki always teased him about it, saying it looked too "old-man-ish," but Mobius would just remind him that, by some standards, he did fall into that category. Not on this trip, though. Being around all these parents made him realize he still had a few years left before he could consider himself a senior citizen.

He joined the others at breakfast, and it really was quite the spread. A few attendants welcomed him, explaining some of the dishes, though Mobius was already familiar with most of them after living with Loki for so long. He helped himself to some fresh fruit and a pastry, watching as his boys practically destroyed the table in their hunt for sweets and other goodies. Chuck, on the other hand, was assembling the world’s most confusing breakfast sandwich. Mobius wasn’t sure how a berry medley would pair with eggs and lox, but knowing Chuck, he had his reasons. Given his history as a forager and an expert barterer, it wasn’t impossible that he’d managed to find someone around the palace to slip him a few... 'herbs' to keep things light. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

Breakfast was calm and enjoyable. They chatted, and laughed, and Mobius sipped some lovely tea. At the back of his mind, he wondered if Odin might show up, though he hoped not. If he could avoid seeing that man until the wedding day itself, that would be ideal.

Once they finished eating, they wandered through the palace halls, looking for something to do. Eventually, they found a cozy little room with a massive window and decided to settle in.

Chuck claimed a plush sofa with a content groan, sprawling out with one arm behind his head. Mobius settled into a nearby chair, warm tea still in hand. The boys were poking around the room, investigating the bookshelves and ancient-looking trinkets like they were on a treasure hunt.

They chatted lazily about maybe trying to get a car to take them out to the water again later. Mobius could already feel the coastal boy in him itching for sea air.

Unfortunately, peace didn’t last long.

A shift in energy announced the newcomer before he even entered. Odin, that weird guy with unsettling energy far greater than his stature, approached like he owned the place. And technically, he... did.

He was wearing a full cloak. Not a coat. A cloak. It had fur around the neckline, gold trimmings, and it matched his gleaming eyepatch like he’d just walked off the cover of a Norse fashion magazine.

Kevin stared and tilted his head. "Cool cape."

Odin didn’t reply, but he did glance at the boy—just enough to acknowledge him without engaging.

Chuck sat up, squinting toward the doorway. The moment he realized who it was, his smile vanished. "Ugh. This guy?"

"Good morning, to you all," Odin said smoothly, as if the tension in the room wasn’t thick enough to slice.

Chuck didn’t even try to mask his irritation. "Don’t act like you care how we’re doing. The hell do you want from us? Are we using the wrong leisure room for leisure time?"

Odin chuckled, the sound fake enough to set Mobius on edge. "Nothing of the sort. I simply have a request of you all, since it seems we’re on our own today."

Mobius set down his tea, eyeing him carefully. "What kind of request?"

"Well," Odin began, and for once, he looked… humbled? His voice was certainly softer than usual. "There isn’t a formal suit fitting scheduled for us, but I thought perhaps we could go look at some options."

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "You’re inviting us to go shopping? For the wedding that you disapprove of?"

Odin shifted slightly, his hands clasped behind his back. "Certainly not. I don’t disapprove. Have I not communicated how joyous of a union this will be?"

His tone wasn’t sarcastic—it was quiet, almost subdued. Defeated, even.

"I’d like to show my support," he went on. "By inviting you all to a suit fitting appointment. And we can go out for a meal afterwards. I know Loki is in charge of all the design choices, but at the very least we can get formally measured and preview some cuts. It may alleviate some decision-making for him. Wedding planning can be… awfully stressful."

Chuck didn’t respond right away. He looked over to Mobius instead. "Mobi, you got a pretty good bullshit detector. You think this guy’s for real?"

Mobius gave a small shrug. "Seems good enough to me. I don’t see why we couldn’t join. Whether or not he’s for real, at least we’ll get another free meal out of it, right boys?"

The kids nodded in unison. Sean chimed in, "Yeah, and if he’s mean, we can just ditch him, right?"

That made Chuck bark out a laugh. "Alright, yeah. Fine. We’re in, Odin. But no backstabbing."

Odin scoffed softly, almost indignant. "I have no ulterior motive. Though, I am glad to hear that. You’ll all attend."

Mobius nodded, his tea forgotten. He wasn’t sure what this sudden change of tone was about—but at least it was something. He could work with something. It was good to be moving into actual wedding activities.

Even if it meant spending the day with Odin... and even if he was still a little suspicious of what, exactly, they were walking into.

----

Meanwhile, across the city, Loki joined the ladies for a lovely brunch. The restaurant they’d chosen had a breathtaking view—snow-kissed and tall evergreens. The four of them sat at a round table set with white linen, sparkling glassware, and plates stacked with fresh pastries, fruits, cheeses, and a few indulgent brunch entrees. A few mimosas had helped ease everyone into a looser, more cheerful mood, especially Erin, who always needed a little encouragement to let her guard down.

Loki had been looking forward to this. He genuinely loved spending time with Frigga, Aayla, and Erin. There was plenty of laughter, light gossip, and chatter about wedding planning. Still, somewhere inside, Loki felt a small ache. Hela wasn’t there. He didn’t even know if she’d show up for the wedding at all. He tried to be understanding—it was complicated. But the absence still stung.

Frigga reached across the table and gently touched Loki’s hand, her eyes practically sparkling. "I still can’t believe it. My son is getting married. It’s really happening. And I’m so happy to be part of it."

Loki smiled, that soft kind of smile he rarely showed anyone but Mobius—and sometimes his mom. "I know, Mother. I wasn't sure if I’d ever see the day either. But here we are, having an engagement brunch, and I have the most amazing man in the world as my fiancé. Gods, it just feels so nice to be able to say that. Could you ever imagine me—Loki—so wondrously impressive, an utter rarity, a god—actually in love with someone like Mobius? Someone so wholesome and lovely and brilliant and adorable?"

Frigga laughed warmly. "You deserve each other. It’s a beautiful match." She turned to Erin and Aayla. "And you two did a wonderful job with him."

Aayla smiled as Erin gave a pleased nod and took the time to brag a bit. "Well, I do have an exemplary genome when it comes to intelligence factors and overall cognitive performance. Charles contributed the other half—excellent physical traits, strong health markers... All things considered, my Möbius is a very well-rounded individual."

Aayla snorted with a little laugh. "Erin, you make it sound like you picked Chuck out of a genetic catalog. We all know you met him at a rock concert. You liked his long hair, and he liked your go-go boots."

"Go-go boots?" Loki said with a gasp. "Really, Erin?"

Erin blushed, laughing despite herself. "I was young, okay? I suppose I’m just... lucky. Charles turned out to be a good man. We weren’t a perfect match, but I’m grateful for the time we had and the family we raised together. There are certainly more difficult people to have to live with. But, now that I’m older, I get to choose what’s right for me."

Loki grinned. "Ooh, you mean Hank Pym, don’t you? How’s that going?"

Erin took a long sip of her mimosa, trying not to smile. "Well... we are certainly... compatible."

The whole table burst out laughing. Loki leaned back in his chair, watching her. She reminded him so much of Mobius when she laughed like that—warm, slightly awkward, endearing. He was mostly just happy for her. She deserved this kind of peace.

Erin wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. "I’ve chosen well this time. But I’m sure we all know how hard it is when we’re young. We make dumb decisions."

Loki nodded, his smile fading a bit. He thought back to the Grandmaster—how he once believed that power and influence could fill the void he carried. He glanced toward Frigga, who had gone quiet, staring down at her glass.

"Mother?" he asked gently. "Are you alright?"

Frigga blinked, then looked up with a soft smile. "Yes, darling. I’m just... reminiscing, myself."

Loki didn't ask her much further. But, the subject was bound to come back around as the four of them lingered at their mountainside table, sipping the last of their mimosas and trading stories about love, relationships, and the winding paths that led them to where they were.

Loki mostly talked about Mobius, his whole face softening every time his name came up. Aayla told the story of how she’d actually been the one to propose to Chuck—on a cruise to the Virgin Islands, of all places.

Even Frigga shared a bit of her past.

The unspoken question had always been there-- how the hell did she end up with Odin? It never quite made sense to anyone who knew her. But apparently, once upon a time ago, Odin was... different. Handsome with dark hair and a rare strong yet not cocky confidence. He was mysterious and even charming. Frigga had been younger—still idealistic—and he had seemed brave and wise. A little controlling, sure, but she thought they’d work through it. She believed he’d be the kind of partner who would build a strong life with her.

Loki had heard tales of young Odin—the hero, the visionary, the romantic. Nothing like the man he knew today. Still, he wasn’t about to let the mood turn sour. He could tell that his mother wasn't necessarily keen on speaking about her possible divorce for too much longer. Plus, this was Loki's day. No way he was going to spend more of it thinking about Odin.

Instead, it was time for something that lifted everyone's spirits-- dress shopping.

----

They pulled up to Stas & Prakt, the most exclusive boutique in Oslo which was just about an hour north. It was everything Loki remembered—expensive marble floors, crystalline lighting, and gowns displayed like artwork on artsy, faceless, and strangely proportioned mannequins. The shop carried imports from the best designers, runway exclusives, and bespoke pieces no one else could touch. Loki used to come here when he lived in Europe—he was on a first-name basis with the staff.

As they stepped inside, heads turned immediately.

Nora, one of the senior stylists, spotted him and rushed over. "Mr. Friggasson! What a surprise. It’s so lovely to see you again." She was the definition of high fashion. An utter darkly dressed siren among the bright gowns with hair that constantly changed hue. Currently, she rocks a beautiful silver balayage.

Loki smiled widely. "Nora, darling. It’s good to be back."

They exchanged a pair of cheek kisses—standard for them—and Loki leaned in slightly. "You'll never believe it. We're here for wedding dress shopping. My own, actually."

Nora gasped, hands clasping. "How exciting! Congratulations! Come, come—let’s find you something perfect. And you'll have to introduce me to your wedding party of beautiful young ladies."

Well, she certainly knew how to flatter. Of course, she'd met Frigga plenty of times but she knew that cheeky little comment would score her some brownie points--and perhaps, three more sales on top of Loki's wedding gown.

The four were ushered into a private suite in the back of the shop. Plush seating, a tray of refreshments, and a luxurious changing area waited for them. The women made themselves comfortable as Nora turned to Loki.

"And what’s the budget for today, Mr. Friggasson?"

Loki gave her a look. "Really, Nora? Me? A budget?"

She laughed. "Of course not. Then the sky’s the limit, then. Let’s begin."

They started with the basics—trying on silhouettes. Loki suggested beginning with a drop waist, just to test the shape. Beading was fine. Flowers were not. Jewels were encouraged but tastefully done. No cutouts. Nothing tacky. He had a whole Pinterest board of inspiration if needed.

"You still have my measurements, don’t you?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Absolutely," Nora replied. "I’ll bring you a few options."

Inside the dressing area, Loki slipped into an elegant robe and waited. When Nora returned, she carried a white gown with delicate crystal beading and a huge, flowing skirt. Loki wasn’t sure about the color—white was a bit traditional for him—but the quality was breathtaking.

"Just something to start with," Nora said. "Let’s see how it moves."

She helped him step into the dress, and the fabric glided over his skin like water. It was luxurious, the kind of texture that made you feel royal just by wearing it. In the mirror, the silhouette looked sharp, clean, and regal. Not perfect, but promising.

"I’m not sure about the cut. I feel sort of like Cinderella, but that isn't exactly... me" Loki said, turning a little. "I suppose I should see what the ladies think."

"Would you like to show them now?" Nora asked.

"Yes. Zip me up, please, dear."

Nora moved to the back, tugging at the zipper—then paused.

"Hmm."

Loki frowned. "What is it?"

"It’s not zipping."

He turned more fully. "Did you not bring my size?"

"I did. This should match your measurements well enough. In fact, it should be a little loose according to the numbers we have on file."

"You’re sure?"

"Positive. I can show you the tag, if you’d like."

Loki exhaled through his nose. "That’s unnecessary."

"Nothing to worry about," she said calmly. "Your measurements might just be slightly outdated. We'll have to size up for the rest of the appointment, but it's really no problem. I can clip the back so you can still model it for your party."

He nodded, still a bit thrown. His measurements hadn’t changed. He was meticulous about that. But this wasn’t the moment to fall apart over a few centimeters. The dress was stunning, and he wanted to see how it played in the room.

Gathering the skirt in his hands like a fairytale princess preparing for a ball, Loki stepped into the sitting area, the weight of the skirt in his hands, his chin held high but with a slight edge of hesitation. The moment the ladies saw him, a chorus of delighted sounds filled the room.

"Ohhh!" Aayla gasped.

Frigga made a sound somewhere between a squeak and a soft sob, both hands flying to her mouth. "Oh, you're so beautiful," she said, already getting up to fuss over him. "Look at you, my darling boy."

Aayla nodded enthusiastically. "You look like a princess."

Even Erin smiled—a rare, genuine curve of her lips. She didn’t say anything at first, but it was enough. Her approval was always quiet but meaningful.

Then she asked, calmly, "What do you think, Loki?"

Loki, facing the mirror, kept his back to them. The clipped fabric in the back of the dress was a glaring reminder. He could feel it even without seeing it—the tension, the squeeze, the gap. It burned.

"Well," he said, trying to keep his voice level, "I like the bodice. Certainly. I’m not too sure about the skirt."

But Frigga was watching closely. She saw the slight tightness in his shoulders, the way his voice wavered just a little.

"Darling," she said gently, "what’s the matter? Did something happen? You don’t look like you’re enjoying this at all."

Of course, she could tell.

Loki sighed and lifted the skirt again as he walked closer. Nora, sensing the shift, took a subtle step back to give them space.

"Apparently," he said, voice low, "I don’t know my own size. I need new measurements. I couldn’t fit into this when I should’ve been able to and now I need to size up. And it’s just—"

He stopped himself before the frustration cracked through entirely. His hands clenched the fabric.

Frigga reached for his hand. "Oh, sweetheart. It’s okay. People’s bodies change all the time. Weight goes up, it goes down. Measurements are just numbers. They don’t define who you are."

"But Mother," Loki said, almost defensively, "I’ve maintained the same measurements for over twenty years. I used to keep a log. I’m usually quite careful about these things—"

Aayla raised her eyebrows, impressed. "Twenty years? Wow. Most people don’t stay exactly the same for that long, especially not after raising a family. It’s completely normal if your body’s changed a bit."

Erin chimed in, as logical as ever. "And you’re getting older. Biologically speaking, people tend to more easily gain and retain adipose as they reach middle age."

She blinked, completely neutral.

Loki stared at her, brow raised. He could’ve taken it the wrong way—she had basically just called him fat and old—but he knew her well enough by now. That wasn’t judgment. It was just Erin being Erin.

"Go on..." he said. Though his tone warned her to be careful.

"My point is," she continued, "it’s perfectly typical. It even happened to me. Granted, I experienced major shifts during two pregnancies, and I’m sure the three of us are quite familiar with the menopausal stages."

"Damn right," Aayla muttered with a groan.

Frigga chuckled. "We know plenty about aging and changing bodies."

"None of us are static beings," Erin added. "We’re meant to change as we interact with our environment. So your mother is right—your size is nothing but a number. And if I were to guess why your measurements changed? Like Aayla said—you’ve been raising a family with my son. You’re in a healthy, happy relationship. ‘Relationship weight’ is common in content, thriving individuals."

She looked at him plainly. "Mobius has changed, too. I’ve noticed."

Loki thought back to the endless delicious home-cooked meals made with love, indulgent date nights full of laughter that ended with dessert, lazy Sundays curled up on the couch with the boys and snacking on strange concoctions from the potato chip aisle. Even when they were doing something active—hiking, chasing the kids around, trips to the lake, it often meant burgers, hot dogs, beers in the sun. But as he thought about it, he felt fulfilled. Loved. Settled.

Maybe the change wasn’t so bad.

He nodded slowly. "You’re right. I’ve been happy. Really happy. Oh, I'm being foolish, aren't I? What would I do without you three?"

Frigga beamed. Aayla reached out to squeeze his hand. Erin gave an awkward little pat on his shoulder from the side, but it was sincere.

They pulled in for a hug, all three of them surrounding him—Loki, struggling a bit with the size of the skirt and laughing as they swarmed him in support.

"Thank you," he said, muffled in the fabric and their arms. "All of you. Really. I know I can be dramatic. I suppose I just needed a bit of a pep talk."

Just then, Nora returned, stepping lightly into the space. She clapped her hands together softly, smiling.

"Oh, now this is what I love to see in my waiting room."

Loki pulled back from the group hug, adjusting the weight of the dress. "Sorry for the hold-up."

"Take all the time you need to sort out those complicated feelings," she said with a wink. "Ready to try on some more dresses?"

Loki nodded. "Yes, please. Get this thing off me. I feel like Lottie in Princess and the Frog. No more ball gowns, I beg you."

"You got it," Nora giggled, "let's try something fitted next."

----

Back at the tailor shop Odin had arranged, things were... only slightly awkward.

Surprisingly, Odin wasn’t speaking in riddles or acting like a pompous jerk. He was being—dare Mobius say—almost normal. A bit stiff, sure, but for once, not unbearable.

The staff moved like shadows, graceful and discreet, and the refreshment table held more than just water. Normally, guests were offered a glass of aged scotch or champagne, but with the kids in tow, they were served water bottled in glass that probably cost a hundred dollars each. Mobius had grabbed a lemon-flavored sparkling one. It was surprisingly refreshing.

They began the visit with the expected measuring. It was mostly just to have some reference numbers—by the time the wedding came around, the boys would probably need to be remeasured.

Browsing came next, and that was where things got tricky. None of them really knew what they were looking at—except Odin, who seemed far too comfortable among the crisp fabrics and dramatic lapels. Mobius would be damned if he let Odin choose anything for the wedding, so they mostly just wandered, pretending to ponder.

That is, until one of the boys broke the silence.

"We don’t have anything fancy like this at home," Sean said, his voice curious rather than wistful.

Odin, ever attuned to moments where he might insert himself as an authority, perked up. "Oh? You don’t own suits? Every man should have at least one in his closet. You never know when the occasion might arise."

Mobius shrugged. "We don’t run into a lot of formal situations... but I suppose it’s not a bad idea."

That was when Odin surprised everyone. "I’d like to purchase a couple of suits for them, if that’s alright with you. I’d be pleased to spend some money on the grandchildren."

Mobius blinked. Grandchildren? Coming from Odin, that felt... significant. A good sign.

"Well, alright then," he said slowly. "Sure. Go crazy. I appreciate it."

The smallest smile pulled at Odin’s lips.

And just like that, he sprang into action. He picked out a few pieces for the boys to try on, rich fabrics in dark hues with clean lines. At first, the kids seemed only mildly interested, until Odin mentioned accessories.

"Perhaps a fur cloak? Or a gold chain? Some of our more traditional coats have wonderful trim options..."

That was it. The boys lit up.

"Like Vikings?!" Kevin asked, eyes wide.

"Exactly," Odin said.

Soon, they were in front of the mirrors, trying on modern suits and extravagant fantasy-inspired pieces. Sean ended up in a dark three-piece ensemble with a gold-lined coat, while Kevin gleefully spun around in a faux pelt draped over his shoulders. They looked less like wedding guests and more like tiny warlords who had inherited their mama's sense of flair.

Mobius smiled. Okay, maybe he had no idea when they’d wear any of this again—but they looked adorable, and if Odin was footing the bill, who was he to complain?

Chuck was practically beaming. "Well look at these two very badass business Vikings. Very cool."

Odin laughed, genuinely. "You are two very strong, professional-looking young men. You each made perfect choices. Shall we look at boots next? Something you can get good use out of."

The boys agreed eagerly while they fidgeted with their cuffs and practiced serious poses in the mirror.

Only after picking out a couple pairs of boots did the conversation take a turn.

Chuck, the king of saying things aloud the moment they entered his brain, dropped the hammer. "Ho-ly shit. Never thought I’d see the day. You’re sounding like a real grandpa. Acting like it, too. What’s got you behaving today, huh? Oh, I know. You heard your wife is leaving you, and now you wanna bond all of a sudden? Show her you can change?"

Mobius choked. "Dad! You can’t just say that, jeez."

Chuck shrugged. "No, c’mon. I know we were all thinking it."

Mobius groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Well... yeah... but I wasn’t just gonna outright question him. What if he didn’t know about it yet?"

Odin held up a hand like a king silencing a few peasants to be able to say his part. "No, no. I have heard tale of a rumor—that my dear Frigga may have thoughts of separating. But that is the extent of it—a rumor. Nothing more, nothing less."

Before anyone else could jump in, Kevin spoke up. "I dunno if it’s just a rumor. I heard you were real mean to her when y’all had that grown-up dinner. You ordered food she didn’t like to make our family look bad, and you told her she was betraying you 'cause she was defending Grampa and Nana from your rudeness."

Mobius turned, baffled. "Wait, where did you hear that from?"

"Mama," Kevin replied. "He told us yesterday at bedtime."

Sean nodded. "Yup. We know how not-nice you are, Odin. You’re supposed to be nice to people. Especially the girl you got a crush on. You don’t tease and bully just for attention. That’s immature."

"Yeah!" Kevin echoed. "And you’re old. You’re supposed to be mature."

Mobius was so shocked he didn’t even know what to say. The boys were right. That’s exactly the kind of stuff he tells them to make sure they grow up knowing how to treat people with respect. And it seemed like no one had ever told Odin that before.

Chuck, meanwhile, was howling with laughter. "You tell him, boys!"

Odin looked like he’d swallowed a lemon. Still, he nodded. "Well... I’m afraid I’m not familiar with this ‘crush’ terminology. Would you care to explain it?"

Sean tilted his head. "You know. A crush. Someone you think is nice and pretty... somebody you wanna spend time with. Makes you feel butterflies in your stomach."

"I think you’re supposed to have a crush on your wife," Kevin added. "Do you not like her or something?"

Odin paused, then said quietly, "No, no. Of course I have one of those... 'crushes'... on my wife. Frigga is a lovely woman. I’m lucky to have her."

"Then act like it!" Sean declared. “Maybe she won’t want a divorce anymore.”

Chuck snorted. "I wouldn’t take him back if I was her. Hell no. But acting right would be a start." Then, he turned to his son. "What about you, Mobi? You’re twice divorced. What do you think about this whole thing?"

Mobius sighed. "You guys already said it. Show her you can change. Start by leaving us the hell alone about the wedding. Act like you love all your kids equally. Make Frigga feel like she matters. Get some counseling. Maybe then you’ll earn back a little time."

Chuck gave a satisfied grunt.

Mobius kept his tone gentle but honest as he continued. "I’m just being real with you. I think you’re full of shit. But if this... whatever this is—buying suits, bonding with the boys—if this is step one, then fine. Go for it. What do I care? I just hope Frigga does what’s best for her. She deserves that."

Odin said nothing at first. His posture stiffened but then softened as if the weight of truth had settled on him.

"She certainly does," he said at last.

And for once, he meant it.

Odin stood a little straighter, hands clasped behind his back in that formal, old-god way of his. "Well," he said, with a slightly awkward pause, "I suppose we’re done here, then—if neither of you intend to purchase anything for yourselves."

Chuck shook his head, easy and casual. "Nah. I don’t go to many formal places. And Florida formal is a whole ’nother idea entirely. I’ll wait to get my suit for the wedding. Probably ask Aayla to help me out."

Odin nodded and glanced at Mobius. "And you?"

Mobius shrugged. "It’s my third wedding. It’s Loki’s first. He’s in charge of everything—including what I’m wearing. So, I’m with Dad."

Mobius looked toward the boys, who were still admiring their outfits and new boots in the mirrors. "What do you say—after the boys change, we take Odin up on that offer for a meal?"

Chuck grinned. "Yup. I’m getting kinda hungry, too. You got any good burger joints out here? Not that I’m over Norwegian food or anything, but I’m feeling a little homesick."

Odin blinked, like Chuck had just spoken another language. "Burgers? As in... hamburgers?"

Chuck looked at him sideways. "Uh, yeah. That’s not a foreign concept, is it? Doesn’t have to taste like home. I was just wondering."

Sean, already connected to the shop’s Wi-Fi, chimed in from his phone. "There’s a burger place with four stars a couple streets down. We should go."

Odin looked as though he’d just been invited to eat mud. "Oh-kay..."

Mobius chuckled, clapping him gently on the shoulder. "Don’t worry, man. You’ll live. You eat red meat, don’t you? Burgers aren’t scary. Even Loki likes them."

Odin raised a brow. "Loki? Loki eats hamburgers?"

Mobius nodded. "Sure does. Little bit of pepper jack, throw on a fried egg... He’ll go crazy for a good burger."

Odin’s face was frozen somewhere between disbelief and concern for his son’s culinary tastes. But after a beat, he gave a short nod. "Very well. I suppose... we’re getting hamburgers. Today. I'm sure the children will appreciate it."

Mobius smiled. He wasn’t sure what was happening with Odin—if this whole friendly grandpa thing was real or just a calculated effort—but he’d take the progress where he could get it.

----

Back at the boutique, Loki stood once again in the changing room. Nora had subtly started pulling dresses a size or two up. No one said anything outright, but it was clear that the size had changed. And somehow, it was okay.

He still looked stunning. Every dress shimmered differently on him, hugged his frame in new ways. He felt like royalty. Even though they had tried nearly every silhouette and sampled nearly every shade on the color wheel, he still hadn’t landed on the one.

White was out from the start. Green, while always flattering, felt too expected. Pink? Absolutely not. Black? Too severe.

But blue had something.

It started with soft sky tones, then shifted to cooler, deeper shades—until finally, Nora returned with something that made Loki pause.

"So," she said, holding the gown with care, "we have this last dress. It’s the color you asked for—a dark, royal blue. The beading is elegant, and it has a clean, straight neckline rather than a sweetheart, and it almost matches your exact measurements, like it was made for you."

Loki arched a brow. "Almost?"

"Well," Nora said gently, "it’s going to be a bit tight around the waist. But if you choose this one, we can replace the zipper with some lacing to size it up."

It stung—slightly—but the dress was gorgeous. He could already tell.

"I suppose... I’ll just try it on."

Nora helped him into it, clipped the back subtly. The fabric wrapped around him like it belonged there. It felt like home. Soft but structured, powerful without being heavy. The skirt wasn’t quite a ball gown, but it flared with an elegant A-line. It was the perfect balance between drama and sophistication.

Before even glancing at himself in the dressing room, Loki picked up the hem and stepped out to where his party waited for him. As he emerged, he looked through the mirror out there on the pedestal.

And everything stopped.

It was stunning.

The deep royal blue shimmered with silver beading that crept upward from the hem like the frosty tree branches under the moonlight. The pattern was elegant, regal—almost otherworldly. It climbed his skirt, wrapped his bodice, and made him look like something out of a celestial forest. He felt like royalty, exactly how he wanted to feel—not just on his wedding day, but always.

His posture shifted slightly as he took himself in, shoulders pulled back, chin raised, something almost reverent in the way he held his gaze.

This was the one.

Loki’s throat tightened. His chest swelled. He blinked rapidly.

Frigga gasped, hand to her chest. Aayla’s eyes filled instantly with tears. Erin didn’t cry, but her smile was radiant, bright, and unfiltered—genuine joy.

"Oh, darling," Frigga said, "You are gorgeous. What a beautiful dress. You are absolutely stunning."

"Oh gods," he whispered. "I think... I think I’m having the moment. You know the one. The one when you find your dress. I think this is the one."

Aayla clapped, wiping under her eyes. "It’s perfect, Loki. You look... just perfect."

Even Erin nodded. "This is really something."

Nora stepped forward, smirking with an air of confidence. "I’ve done well picking this one out, haven’t I? But you haven’t seen the best part yet."

Loki blinked. "There’s more?"

"Oh yes. There’s a matching cape. Fur-lined. Just a touch of drama. Perfect for a winter wedding."

Loki gasped. "No!"

Nora laughed. "Yes! I’ll fetch it."

Moments later, she returned carrying a dark blue cape, the same rich hue as the dress, with tasteful fur trimming the neckline and lining the underside. It was regal. Weighty. Elegant.

Aayla practically swooned. "Well, now you have to take it home."

"I do!" Loki breathed. "This is my dress. Truly. I can’t believe it—it’s perfect. Like it was made for me."

He turned slightly, admiring the flow of the skirt, the gleam of the beadwork. Then, on a curious whim, he reached back and lifted the tag.

His stomach dropped.

"No..."

Frigga noticed. "What is it, love?"

He held the tag up. One word stared back at him like a cruel joke-- Gast.

Of all the designers in the world. Of all the dresses. En Dwi Gast.

The Grandmaster.

As if the universe heard his internal scream, a familiar voice floated through the boutique, smooth and saccharine.

"Nora, hel-lo. Love the balayage, my dear," it cooed.

Then, it got closer. He was in the waiting room with them. "Hello, hello, hello, ladies, what do we have here? I didn’t know the Miss World pageant was in town. Miss Norway, Ireland, and Jamaica, respectively. Stunning."

A stupid flirty purring sound followed. Why was it that he always knew exactly what to say to flatter anyone and everyone in the world? What kind of twisted power does he hold?

Loki could hear Erin and Aayla giggling. Of course, they were. The Grandmaster had always had a twisted sort of charm—eccentric, ridiculous, but magnetic. Loki had been caught up in it once too. He knew how disarming it could be.

He turned slowly, dress rustling like a storm. Their eyes met.

Damn it! He was still handsome.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Loki muttered.

The Grandmaster beamed. "Lokitty! Oh, it’s been so long. Looks like you got my wedding present. I really, really hope you love it. I made it personally. Just for you. All your measurements from the last time we... laid together. Good times, right?" He winked. "You’ve hardly changed. Let me look at you. Fabulous. Like a... like a bespoke Grecian statue. Oh, I just want to keep you in my garden. You can look over my peace lilies. Isn't he stunning, ladies?"

And just like that, Loki found himself staring down his worst nightmare, second-guessing the most perfect dress he’d ever worn, and wondering if the gods were playing a psychotic prank on his life. Why must they be so cruel?

For the millionth time in his life, woe is Loki.

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Loki stood frozen in his dream dress as his heart continued to sink lower than ever before. The silk and beading that moments ago made him feel like a god now felt like a cruel joke. Of course, he couldn’t have a perfect experience. First, it was the measurements issue, and now he was just finding out that the devil himself made his dress.

"No," he said aloud. His voice started to crack with all of the emotional buildup. He tried to reach behind himself, ready to strip it off right there in front of everyone, dignity be damned. "Absolutely not. Take it off of me! Damn this dress and damn this day. I wish I had never put this thing on. Nora. Unclip me now. Please."

Nora hurried forward in a panic. "Oh, Mr. Friggasson, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know there was anything wrong associated with this gown—"

"It’s not your fault, dear," Loki said through clenched teeth. "I suppose I don’t go around telling my past to everyone I meet."

Erin sat up straighter as she began to realize what was going on. She was far too analytical for her own good, though she kicked herself for not doing her research beforehand.

"Wait. What’s going on? That’s... the man? The awful man you told me about? The one who was dishonest and predatory toward you?"

Aayla gasped as she caught on as well. "The Grand-mother?" How exactly she came upon his backstory, Loki had no clue. However, gossip certainly tended to travel fast between the two of them, especially if Mobius was involved.

Loki gave a hollow, bitter laugh. "Yes, ladies. This is the Grandmaster. The person from my cursed past, and the man from whom I shall not be purchasing this dress. I don’t care how much I loved it before. It’s rubbish now."

He yanked the skirt aside, stepping out of it barefoot in the boutique’s complimentary slip. The stunning gown crumpled like tissue to the floor.

The Grandmaster watched him with that signature, unbothered grin, equal parts charming and unhinged.

"Oh, Lokitty! Come now, I’m devastated. Positively crushed. I stitched that gown just for you, y'know. With these very hands... well, mostly. I had help, but the vision was mine. It’s the wedding of the decade, no, century, after your brother’s circus of a union, of course, and I simply had to give you something special."

He pressed a hand dramatically to his chest as if wounded in a Shakespearean tragedy. "It pains me, darling, how we... ended things on such bitter, bitter terms. Really. Just tears in my martini."

Nora hesitated. She was used to drama going on in her boutique, but never had she needed to kick someone out like this. She wasn't quite sure what the protocol was, but she was beginning to regret not having more guards to secure the store.

"And I should care... why?" Loki asked, unamused.

The Grandmaster giggled. An actual... giggle right in front of that room full of disturbed individuals. "Oh, you’re still such a firecracker! Every day with you was like living in a soap opera but with better lighting and significantly higher quality fashion. You were my delicious agent of chaos. You were my favorite character, Loki. Still are."

Once upon a time, Loki might've found those words charming, but now, they were just creepy.

The Grandmaster continued, "Not that I’m pining, no no. I’ve moved on, sweetheart, don’t worry. I've collected new... what did you used to call them? Bunnies? Yes! A whole new warren of delightful little pets. Still expanding the herd, of course..."

He wiggled his fingers at Nora like some perverted magician. "And, as fate would have it, I'm still open to auditions."

Loki physically gagged, and a fierce wave of protective energy pulsed through his chest. He stood between the Grandmaster and Nora, nearly hiding her petite form behind his own.

"You belong in prison, Gast," With that, he turned back around to warn his friend, "Nora, my dear. You don’t want this. He might seem like a good time, but next thing you know you’re spending every day in his hoarder’s mansion, enduring his absurd 'gatherings' and providing entertainment during the breaks of his trophy-fighter matches, somehow agreeing to have your most intimate polaroids passed out as party favors. It is actual hell. And I need you to know this."

Nora recoiled, clearly disturbed. Her professional veneer shattered as she peeked back around Loki to point at the man. "Okay. No. That’s horrifying. I need you to leave. Right now. You’re creeping me out, upsetting my clients, and you are absolutely not welcome here."

The Grandmaster raised his hands with theatrical innocence. "Whoa, whoa! Let’s not get hasty. I'm just here to celebrate the occasion. But, ouch—rejection really stings. I was just trying to be civil."

He turned to the women on the sofa, giving a toothy, clueless grin. "Miss World contestants, help me out here! Didn’t we have a moment? A twinkle? A whisper of mutual passion? I felt it. You felt it... No? Just me? Alright, tough crowd."

Loki could feel the shift in the room the moment he dared to address them again. Aayla’s shoulders squared as her fists curled tightly at her sides. Erin’s face hardened into steel as she slipped a hand into her handbag. She had something dangerous in there, and it was probably sharp and ambiguously illegal.

Erin's voice was calm, too calm. She was out for blood... literally. "I’ll cut you," she threatened him blatantly.

Aayla followed her lead. "I’ll bust you upside your empty head." Apparently, that vow of pacifism Chuck had taken didn't exactly extend to her.

And Frigga... sweet, graceful Frigga... rose to her feet like the goddess she was and delivered the last blow. "I know you, Gast. You are well aware that I have the power to ensure you never set foot in this city again. Or any city, for that matter. You’d vanish. And no one would even dare to wonder why. Leave this boutique at once, and I may just spare you, but I will never forgive you for what you've done to my son. Just go while you still can."

The Grandmaster blinked, thrown for the first time. He looked between them, hands hovering in front of him like he was genuinely afraid that the three ladies might jump him. "Oh wow. Okay, alright... claws out, ladies. Looks like I crashed the wrong tea party today. My mistake. Big oopsie. Me-ow..."

He gave a slow, theatrical bow before being all but herded out the door.

Loki exhaled shakily, suddenly cold in the aftermath.

All the rage inside him had nowhere to go now. And the moment he felt safe enough to breathe again, the tears came. They snuck up on him suddenly and were hot and unstoppable. He turned away from the others, covering his face with one hand, the other pressing against his chest as if to hold his heart together.

It was supposed to be a joyous day. He had thought he’d found his dress. But it had all unraveled into a cruel, mocking trick. Just another scar.

The sobs hit harder than expected.

But he wasn’t alone.

He was lucky, he realized, to have three mother figures there to catch him as he fell apart. They wrapped around him with hugs and kisses and soft reassurances. By the time his tears had run their course, he smelled faintly of Aayla’s vanilla-coconut lotion, and there was a smudge of lipstick on his cheek from when Erin had pulled him down to her level for a proper hug and gave him a little peck. Frigga whispered words in her native tongue that brought him straight back to childhood. She spoke of having cookies when they returned. They'd make tea and have a quiet conversation for healing, just like when he was a boy. Loki held tightly to each of them. He was broken, but they were there. And that meant everything to him.

Eventually, the tears dried. He didn’t feel like trying on anything else. His heart was too bruised. He changed back into his clothes, thanked Nora, and gave her a generous tip for her time.

Maybe his dream dress didn’t exist.

Maybe, after everything, he didn’t deserve to have one.

It hurt more than he expected, but just because he was met with disappointment today, it doesn't mean whatever came next might be just as disastrous. He held a bit of hope somewhere, deep down.

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Loki returned home dressless and with a tender, sore heart. But thankfully, the calm, comforting afternoon with the ladies had done wonders for him. As promised, Frigga baked cookies, they sipped tea, and laughed about everything and nothing. It lifted his spirits enough that by the time dinner came and went, and the boys finally returned, full of energy and late-night chatter, Loki found himself smiling again. The ache had dulled. He was ready to move forward.

The kids ran off to their room, dead set on ending the night with plenty more screen time and other fun activities.

Loki was brushing his fingers through his hair in their bedroom when his fiancée entered quietly. Mobius walked straight to Loki and wrapped his arms around him without saying a word. They sat down together on the edge of the bed, still clinging to each other.

Mobius pulled back just enough to smile at him softly, and that one dimple Loki positively adored made an appearance.

"Oh gosh, it feels like it's been forever since the last time I saw you. How was dress shopping? Tell me everything. You find anything good? Did my mother behave?" They both knew exactly which one he was talking about.

Loki hesitated. He wished he had good news to tell him, but he struggled to hide the disappointment on his face. Mobius knew that look too well, the way Loki's smile faltered and his brow tightened.

Mobi's expression fell just the same way. "Oh no... something happened, didn’t it? What's the matter?"

Loki hadn’t meant to share the whole thing, but once Mobius asked, it all came tumbling out. The moment had been beautiful. He really thought he’d found the dress. And then, just like that, it had all unraveled. He recounted how quickly his confidence had crumbled and how he’d walked away empty-handed, with nothing but a heartache of a memory for his first-ever wedding dress shopping experience. By the time he finished, he was holding onto Mobius’s sleeve so firmly that his knuckles were white. The words left him raw, but lighter for having said them aloud.

Mobius's whole face changed. Red bloomed on his cheeks, and he clenched his fists. He could hardly believe all that had happened... was their wedding truly cursed?

"Really? He just showed up to ruin your dream dress?" Mobius's voice climbed as his whole body tensed up. "What an asshole—what a... stupid, crazy jerk. Boy, I ought to knock his lights out. Just walk in there and—ugh! I’d give him a piece of my mind."

Loki stared at him for a moment, touched despite the situation. He knew Mobius didn’t often get worked up like this, but when he did, it was out of love. The way he was ready to throw fists in the name of romance was, unfortunately, just adorable.

"Oh, darling," Loki said gently, brushing a hand over Mobius’s arm, letting his fingers settle just enough to soothe him. "Don’t worry yourself. Both of your mothers, alongside mine, actually took care of it for me. Oh, they were fantastic. I wish you'd been there to see them."

Mobius blinked, the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease, though his cheeks still burned with that rage, leaving him about as red as a tomato.

"Yeah...?" He was hesitant to let go, but the resolution was definitely pleasant to hear about. "Please tell me my mama tased him. Or worse."

Loki chuckled. "While I would’ve loved to see that, there was no violence, unfortunately. The ladies simply used their powerful attitudes and threats to will him out of the boutique. I’ve never felt so fortunate to be surrounded by such strong women. They made me feel safe."

Mobius sighed in relief and let go of his anger, turning it into passion just so he could lean forward and embrace Loki. "Thank God they were there for you. But I still wish I’d been there to punch him square in the face. Get him back for all he'd done to you."

"No, my dear," Loki said softly, his fingers resting over Mobius’s heart as they separated slightly. "I wouldn’t have let you near him. You’re far too important to me. If you ever had to meet him, I’d feel like I failed at protecting you. Truthfully, the fact that you weren’t there brings me a strange sort of peace. I never want those two worlds to collide. You’re too precious to me."

Mobius nodded and snuggled in closer. As much as he would still fight for Loki's revenge, he knew it was best not to linger on the event too much. He listened and let him drive the conversation. It did make sense that Loki would prefer to keep them separate. Mobius could recall feeling the very same way back when Loki defended him from Brad. Of course, if the time ever came again, Mobius felt safe knowing Loki would fight for him, and he just wanted Loki to know that if Gast ever popped up again, Mobius would be there for him, too.

"I get it.... I really do. I’m just glad they were there for you," he interrupted himself with a long sigh, "Still... I’m really bummed you didn’t get your dress. Course, I’d marry you in anything. Or nothing. Anywhere, anytime. I love you so damn much, Loki. You mean the world to me. More than that. You changed everything for me."

His voice broke a little. He sniffled, wiping at his eyes as all of the emotions came up a little too fast for him.

"I spent what felt like centuries stuck in a timeline I couldn’t escape. Just existing. But then you crash-landed into my life, and suddenly there was color, purpose, possibility. Now there’s a whole world... and I feel free. And all I want to do is spend the rest of my life with you."

Loki stared with wide eyes, utterly overwhelmed by the tenderness before him. His heart surged with affection. Mobius, red-eyed and emotional, looked up at him with nothing but sincerity.

"Oh, my love... are you spoiling me with your vows already?" Loki whispered. He cupped Mobius’s face in both hands, brushing his thumbs beneath his eyes. "How I do adore you so. I feel the same way. I feel safe with you. Like nothing can touch me. Like I can finally breathe."

They held each other for a long time, caught in the kind of quiet that only exists between soulmates.

Eventually, Loki exhaled softly, letting the moment settle. He leaned back just slightly, the corners of his lips turning upward in a gentle smile. "I want to forget about the bad parts of today and just be here with you. Tell me, how was your day? I hope Odin wasn’t too much of a pain."

Mobius laughed under his breath. "Oh, no actually... he was almost... pleasant."

Loki blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"Yeah," Mobius said, nodding. "He was behaving totally civilly, kind, and almost friendly. He bought the boys some clothes. Dad and I let him spoil them for a bit. It was nice. We even got to see them lecture him on how to properly treat a spouse and they taught him what a crush is. Cutest thing ever, really. I know for sure we’ve taught them well."

Loki laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. He felt warm hearing it. As much as he disliked Odin, he knew the man had the power to be decent. And all he wanted was for the boys to be surrounded by kindness.

"I’m glad to hear that," Loki said, smiling. "That’s the Odin they deserve. At least they had a good time."

He stood and stretched, pressing a kiss to Mobius’s cheek. "Let me go say hello to the boys. They’ll be off to bed soon, won’t they?"

Mobius nodded. "They’d better be. All those video games Thor left behind... I don’t exactly limit screen time on vacation, but maybe I ought to start."

Loki smirked. "Don’t worry, my dear. You’ve had them all day. I can handle it."

Loki took a deep breath, steadying himself before heading to check on the kids. He wanted to make sure they were alright and hadn’t overheard any of his earlier conversation with Mobius. They had a habit of eavesdropping when things got interesting. As he neared their room, the sound of laughter drifted out into the hall, light and contagious. That was a good sign.

When he opened the door, Loki found both boys perched on the bed, staring at their tablet together. Hela’s voice rang out through the screen. Loki stepped closer, smiling as he saw her image. She was lounging casually in her room. Her hair was pulled back, and a few blonde roots were visible against the darker hue, acting as a small reminder that she was Thor's sister by blood, and not his own. Yet she and Loki were bonded by something thicker than blood, leaving him comfortable in the fact that she'll always be his big sister.

Hela looked peaceful, free of makeup for once, a rare kind of vulnerability that made Loki feel unexpectedly grateful to see her like this. No one ever got to see her so naturally, besides those who she kept close to her heart.

As much as he didn't want to interrupt their little chat, it was late, and Loki had to interject.

“Oh? Gossiping without me?” he teased.

Both boys whipped their heads toward him. “Mama!” they chorused.

Sean was quick to explain their situation, “We aren’t gossiping! Auntie Hela was just asking about everything that happened today, and if Grandpa Odin was mean to us, or if we overheard anything interesting.”

Loki chuckled softly. “That sounds suspiciously like gossip to me,” he said, though he let it slide. It was impossible to be upset when they were that adorable.

Hela’s voice came through the screen again. “I was just saying goodnight. They promised me they’d get their pajamas on and brush their teeth as soon as we hung up.”

Loki smiled. “Thank you for keeping them on track, sister. But yes, it is quite late.”

Hela smirked faintly. “Alright, alright. Goodnight, you little monsters. And Loki—do call me back when they’re in bed, please. We have much to speak about.”

The boys waved and said their goodbyes before hanging up. One by one, they took turns changing for bed, trading places in the bathroom. When Sean came out, still brushing his hair with his fingers, he climbed up onto the bed next to Loki, eyes bright with curiosity.

“So,” Sean began, “did you get a dress?”

It made sense he would ask. Sean had taken an interest in fashion lately. Loki had caught him watching reality TV. He seemed to enjoy shows like Project Runway, Say Yes to the Dress, and even The Ladies of New Asgard. Loki found it endearing. The last one, especially, brought back memories. That show had been running for far too long to the point where Loki used to watch it as a preteen, nearly three entire cast rotations ago. It chronicled top designers and ambitious up‑and‑comers battling for dominance in the sparkling social world of New Asgard’s fashion elite. As a young adult, Loki had even guest‑starred once back in season fourteen, during his days with the Grandmaster. But the experience of getting to be a diva on a fashion‑laden reality show would never be tainted by the thought of that awful man. Loki wouldn’t let it be.

As he reminisced about his days of being obsessed with reality TV, it broke Loki's heart not to be able to give Sean some good news. He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head softly. “Unfortunately, no. I thought I’d found the one, but it wasn’t meant to be.”

Sean's face fell with genuine sympathy. “I’m sorry." He said quietly, probably sensing that something must've gone wrong in the appointment. "Don’t be too sad, though. I’m sure you’ll find your dress. Even the pickiest ladies on Say Yes to the Dress find something. Even the ones with mean families... or the ones who bring their fiancés in and annoy the consultants. You know how Lori gets.”

Loki couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I do know. You’re right, Sean. Thank you for saying that. I’m certain I’ll find my dress soon enough, and you’ll be one of the first to see it. I promise you.”

Sean grinned proudly, the kind of smile that melted Loki’s heart. Soon after, Kevin came out of the bathroom, yawning but still smiling as he climbed under the covers. Loki tucked them both in, smoothing Sean’s hair and straightening Kevin’s blanket.

“Goodnight, my loves,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to each forehead. The boys mumbled their goodnights in return before drifting off.

Once they were settled, Loki left the room quietly and went to call Hela back. He didn’t want to disturb Mobius or the children, so he found a quiet corner in the lounge and FaceTimed her.

“Are the children asleep now?” she asked as she answered the phone.

“They should be soon,” Loki said. “You know, that was very kind of you to check in on them.”

Hela smiled faintly. “I can’t help it. They’re horrible little monsters, and I’ve grown quite fond of them. Do you know they send me the strangest incomprehensible internet images every nearly every day with the caption ‘that’s you’? I have absolutely no idea what any of it means, but I suppose it’s their way of saying I'm on their minds and in their little hearts.”

Loki laughed, the warmth returning to his chest. He'd been the subject of far too many of their strange 'memes,' and he knows just how special it can make a person feel. “Yes, that does sound like them. They do have a way of charming everyone around them.”

Hela nodded. “They’re good kids... I’m quite glad Odin’s behaving himself for once.”

Loki’s smile softened. “As am I,” he said quietly.

Hela tilted her head slightly. “So, tell me about your appointment. Sean seemed quite excited for you earlier. He couldn’t wait to see what you’d picked.” Her expression carried that sisterly affection and enthusiasm she reserved for him alone.

Loki’s smile faded, replaced by the faintest frown, the kind that spoke volumes without a word.

Hela immediately caught on. She’d always been able to read him better than anyone.

“I take it you didn’t have much luck?” she asked, sounding a bit more careful this time.

Loki exhaled slowly as his fingers slipped through his dark hair. It was a motion more anxious than vain. “Oh, you have no idea,” he murmured, half laughing at himself.

Hela shifted on her bed, getting comfortable. The camera angle wobbled as she rolled onto her stomach. She propped her chin in her hand, looking at him expectantly through the screen. “Well, don’t keep me waiting,” she said sternly. “Now I must know.”

Loki chuckled softly. He knew better than to tell her about the Grandmaster because doing so would probably lead to international headlines and an arrest warrant with her name on it. So, instead, he began carefully, starting from the beginning. “From the very start, things were going wrong. The first dress I tried on didn’t fit at all. Nothing at all fit quite right, if I'm honest.” Damned runway sizing.

Hela frowned. They both knew how much poorly fitting clothing could ruin a shopping trip. “Were the dresses too short? They didn’t have anything long enough for you? That seems impossible.”

“Not exactly,” Loki said, shaking his head. He took a small breath, bracing himself for her inevitable reaction. “Apparently, the measurements they had on file for me were… old. I’m not exactly the same size I was ten years ago.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Hela’s brow arched, and she tried to contain a grin that failed almost instantly. “I could’ve told you that,” she said with a scoff.

Loki gasped, entirely affronted. “Hela! Are you serious right now?” His voice went high with disbelief, and Hela only laughed harder.

“Oh, little brother, come on. You were bound to change eventually,” she continued to tease. “Bodies shift, and people age... whether it’s gaining or losing a body mass, or…” She paused dramatically as a smirk tugged at her lips. “Thinning hair.”

Loki put a hand to his chest like he’d been shot. “Hela, you had better be kind to me! I already had a very heartfelt conversation today with three wonderful women about the realities of aging. They made me feel better, and you, my dear sister, are ruining it. I demand compassion or else I’ll revoke your title as honorary forlover. Whether you show up to the wedding or not.”

Hela was laughing so hard she nearly dropped her phone. “Alright, alright,” she relented, waving a hand. “I surrender. I shouldn’t pick at your insecurities. We all have them, after all.” She leaned closer to her camera, examining herself with mock disgust. “Oh, look at me. I have no makeup, and you can see clear as day the footprints those damned crows have left at the corners of my eyes. And these roots... ” she squinted at her hair “... they’re not entirely golden anymore, at least a good third of my hair has gone silver by now. Oh, how I desperately need a spa day.”

Loki couldn’t help but smile. Warmth bloomed in his chest as Hela continued to share her rare vulnerability. “You deserve one, sister,” he said, entirely sincere. “You’ve earned it ten times over.”

Hela smiled, and there was a long pause as they comfortably sat in their shared silence before Loki added, “And you can continue to be my honorary forlover… even if Sylvie ends up taking your spot for… venue reasons. In my heart, it’ll always be you.”

For a moment, Hela’s smile faltered. Her expression softened as the light in her eyes turned a little bittersweet. “That’s actually something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” she said.

Loki tilted his head slightly, curiosity piqued. “Oh?” he asked. “What is it?”

Hela hesitated. “It’s about your wedding,” she began softly, “and our collective family past. I’ve been doing some thinking about being your forlover and the honor you’ve bestowed upon me... and how far we’ve come.” She was careful to speak gently, but there was a gravity beneath her words. It all made Loki’s heart squeeze in anticipation.

He leaned forward slightly, listening intently, every bit of his focus trained on her. The way she was phrasing her words sounded like the beginning of bad news, the sort that ended with her telling him she couldn’t make it. His stomach twisted as he whispered, almost afraid of the answer, “Go on.”

Hela drew in a slow, deliberate breath. “I’m forever loyal to you as my little brother,” she said, “and I’ve watched you grow, and blossom, and now you have this lovely family. I don’t ever want to stand in the way of your wedding plans. It’s truly my worst fear. So I…”

Loki couldn’t take it anymore. His nerves got the better of him, and the words tumbled out before he could stop them. “You won’t attend?” he blurted, his voice breaking ever so slightly.

For a moment, she didn’t say a thing. Her expression fell into something so mournful that Loki’s heart ached in his chest. She couldn’t even look at the phone screen as her gaze fell off to the side. He braced himself for the answer he dreaded, until she looked up again with soft eyes.

“No, Loki, it isn't that at all,” she said firmly. “I do want to attend. I am going to attend. No matter what, my dear.”

Loki blinked, stunned. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until that moment when the relief rushed through him like sunlight after a long, cold winter. His lips parted, unsure if he should laugh or cry. Hela must’ve noticed his expression because she chuckled softly, dabbing the corner of her eye with her sleeve.

“I would never forgive myself if I didn’t take my rightful place beside you,” she continued. “And for that reason, I’ve realized it’s time for me to grow up... and to stop letting Odin dictate what I do, even in my acts of defiance. I don’t fear him anymore. I loathe him, and I always will, but my love for you is far stronger. I won’t let his presence keep me away. I’ve grown tired of his control, and showing up for you feels like the only right way to prove it. It would be wrong of me to let the threat of my absence affect your preference for where you wish to be wed. So, I'm letting you know now that if you do indeed wish to have the ceremony at the palace, you have my blessing, and I will be there right with you.”

Loki couldn't believe it. He felt his laughter bubbling up through the tears that blurred his vision.

“Hela,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what to say. I’m just… so happy. Thank you, my sister.”

She smiled, brushing away her own tears again with the back of her hand. “No need to thank me,” she continued, “I owe it to you. For, I know you’d do the same for me.”

Loki nodded, as a soft, watery laugh escaped him. “You’re right. I absolutely would.” His voice cracked a little at the end, and it made Hela smile wider, that rare, genuine one that made her look years younger.

The tension between them instantly dissolved. Loki couldn’t stop himself from talking then, the words spilling out as he told her all about his ideas for the ceremony and the color palettes, the décor, the atmosphere he wanted to create. He told her how much he valued her taste and her instinct for balance and drama. She listened patiently, smiling fondly, until Loki realized mid-sentence that she didn’t even know where the wedding was officially being held yet.

He hesitated, smoothing the sleeve of his robe as he said carefully, “You know, speaking of which… I’ve actually already chosen the palace as my venue.”

Hela’s brow lifted slightly, “Oh?”

Loki gave a little, guilty smile. “I'd been dreading telling you for the fear that you'd condemn the ceremony itself. But I'm just so happy that I don't need to worry about it anymore. However, this truly wasn't the plan at all. When we arrived here, it didn't take too long before Mother convinced me. You know how she is.”

Hela let out a knowing laugh. “No, I know how you are. Mama’s boy.”

Loki groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes but unable to hide his grin. “That's not... entirely wrong,” he admitted. “But it's not just me. She has the three of us wrapped around her finger.”

Hela smiled and laughed along. Even though she refused to be associated with anything involving the family or Asgard itself, she still happily accepted and returned any phone calls from their dear mother.

But as soon as the laughter faded, Loki caught the quiet, faraway look that meant Hela was processing the reality of returning home.... and facing all the ghosts they had both spent so long avoiding.

He softened his tone before digging a little deeper. “But, truthfully, how do you feel about coming back here?”

Hela took her time answering, her gaze lowering slightly as her thoughts gathered behind her eyes. “Not terrible,” she said finally. “It will be difficult… but I’m ready to face it.”

Even so, Loki saw the small signs of distress with the way her hand absently brushed through the loose strands escaping her bun, and the faint tremor in her sigh.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly.

“Indeed,” she said, nodding more firmly this time. And then, suddenly, her tone brightened again. “I’m just realizing that I need to cut my hair off.”

Loki blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Well, I was already thinking of doing something different,” she said, tugging gently at the ends of her hair on camera. “But now I’m certain I should. You know how Odin feels about women and long locks. He never allowed me to cut so much as an inch off of my ends, claiming that short hair wasn’t proper for ladies. He's so outdated that way. I think I’ll get a French bob just to spite him. Maybe he’ll have a heart attack and drop dead at your wedding.”

Loki laughed, clutching his chest dramatically. “That would be the most cherished wedding gift in the world,” he said. “And you’d pull it off beautifully, I’ve no doubt.”

“That settles it then,” Hela said, looking almost giddy. “I’ll make my appointment soon. That way, if I hate it, I’ll have time to grow it out before the wedding.”

Loki smiled, shaking his head in amusement. “Sounds like a good plan,” he said. “You might have extra time anyway. I know it's quite early to say so, but if dress shopping continues to be this difficult, I might have to postpone.”

Hela arched an eyebrow, smirking in disbelief. “You? Postpone your own wedding? Not a chance, brother. You’d march down the aisle in your bathrobe before you’d ever delay a grand event.”

Loki laughed, because she was absolutely right. He’d find a way, somehow. “Well, truly, I’d much rather have the gown of my dreams,” he said with a soft sigh. “If need be, I might just grab the closest thing. But I’m rather through with dress shopping for now. Today was just... hard.”

Hela watched him for a moment, sharing his melancholy. Though, it didn't last, because shortly after, she perked up with an idea. “I might have a solution to your problem,” she said slowly.

Loki tilted his head, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“I might have a dress for you,” Hela replied, “It was a gift from Mother to me quite a while ago, actually. It’s old enough to be considered elegantly vintage by now. But it's never been worn, so the condition is quite flawless. How she came upon gifting me the gown is sort of a long story, but I think if you keep an open mind... it might work.”

Loki’s curiosity piqued immediately. His eyes brightened with renewed excitement. “Really? Do I get to hear the story? When will I see this mysterious dress?”

Hela smirked faintly, enjoying the small air of mystery. “In time,” she said. “I want you to wait until you come back from your trip so you can try it on before I tell you anything more. But the point is, don’t lose hope, alright? I’m looking out for you.”

Her words once again warmed Loki's heart. He smiled brighter than he had since they'd spoken. “Thank you, sister. I believe you,” he said sincerely. “I couldn’t be more excited to see it.”

Because of her, Loki's hope remained alive. Gods, what a day.