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The one thing Loki hated more than coming home late, was coming home late to Mobius. Although it wasn’t a frequent occurrence, when it did happen, he felt as though their precious time together was being stolen, especially since Mobius had been busy grading term papers most evenings lately.
This time, an event that he’d organised at the gallery overran by a few hours, and that wasn’t even including the allotted clean-up time. So, by the time he made it home, it was nearing 11 PM.
Loki quietly unlocked the door, making sure to keep the sound of his growing collection of novelty keychains Mobius kept buying him to a minimum. He slid off his jacket and hung it up before kneeling down to untie his shoelaces, listening for any tell-tale signs that Mobius was awake and moving around. Though, it was pretty unlikely since Mobius wasn’t the type to stay up late.
Before heading to the bathroom to ready himself for bed, he stopped by the bedroom to check in on Mobius. Though, when he opened the door, he was nowhere to be found.
“Mobius?” He called, stepping back out of the bedroom to the hallway, “Are you here?”
Instead of the usual bright reply from Mobius, he was met with silence.
He dug into his pants pocket for his phone and opened Mobius' contact, tapping on the map to check his location. It showed Mobius as being next door in Loki’s apartment.
With only a month left on Loki's lease, he’d started the slow process of moving his belongings to Mobius' apartment. As a result, they had been living at Mobius', only crashing at Loki's if they had spent the evening sorting and packing. There was no way Mobius was doing any packing at this time, right?
As he tiptoed into his apartment and glanced around his bedroom door, he found Mobius sleeping snugly in his bed. A soft laugh escaped him as he noticed how small he looked, with just his head emerging from the fluffy pillows and the plush comforter.
His amusement made Mobius stir slightly, and Loki felt his heart swell with an insurmountable amount of love as he watched him let out a sigh and turn onto his back. Seeing Mobius comfortable and at peace in his bed always made him feel unnaturally gooey inside, much like the cookies they had baked together during the early days of their friendship.
Not wanting to leave Mobius in bed alone any longer, he stripped out of his clothes and got started on his skincare routine. As he applied his moisturiser, he couldn't help but steal glances at Mobius from the en-suite door, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath the sheets. Once he was done, he perched on the edge of the bed, ready to rouse him gently.
“Mobius,” he called softly, making sure not to startle him. He placed his hand tenderly in Mobius’ hair.
“Huh, wha—?” Mobius mumbled as he began to wake.
“Fancy seeing you here, darling.” Loki cooed, running his hand through Mobius’ silver locks.
Mobius scrunched his face up and groaned slightly as he instinctively snuggled against Loki’s hand.
“Loki?” he murmured, blinking several times as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. A look of recognition spread across his face, and he offered Loki a smile so warm that he felt he could melt in it. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re back.”
“Hello, my love.” Loki leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Mobius’ forehead. “I thought we were staying at yours this week.”
Mobius shut his eyes once more, leaning into Loki’s hand and planting a quick kiss against his skin. “Your bed is way comfier than mine.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm,” He nodded, nuzzling against Loki’s palm. “The comfiest.”
“You do look rather comfortable.”
“I’d rate it at about 70% comfort right now.”
“Oh, really?” Loki chuckled, playfully smoothing down Mobius’ messy hair. “And what about the remaining 30%?”
Mobius cracked open one eye and grinned. He pulled Loki down onto him, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him close. “That’s all you, baby.”
“Just 30%?” Loki stammered, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He attempted to push himself up, but Mobius let out a whine and tightened his embrace.
“Yeah, because nothing can be perfect without you. You complete everything in my life.”
Loki felt his brain short-circuit at Mobius’ words, and he took a deep breath before attempting to wriggle free once more.
“Just—” Loki grunted, finally managing to lift himself, “—just give me a moment to brush my teeth, and I’ll be right back with you.”
“Okay, okay.” Mobius sighed, loosening his grip on Loki. “But don’t take too long; this big ol' bed feels so empty without you,” he said with a pout.
Loki laughed and pressed a tender kiss to Mobius’ lips, sighing contentedly against him.
“How ever will you manage?”
“I’m barely hanging on!” Mobius called out dramatically as Loki headed to the bathroom.
A short while later, Loki climbed into bed and fell into Mobius’ open arms.
“You were gone forever,” Mobius whined.
“Brushing my teeth only takes three minutes. Don't be dramatic.” Loki replied, rolling his eyes.
"No, I meant you were at work for what felt like an eternity," he clarified, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Loki let out a frustrated groan and pressed his face into Mobius’ neck. “Don’t even get me started on today. The chaos I dealt with was unbelievable.”
“Chaos?” Mobius said, his interest piqued. “I gotta hear about this.”
“Can I tell you in the morning?” Loki sighed, shifting to rest his head against Mobius’ chest, his fingers gently playing with the soft hairs there. “I just want to be with you right now.”
“Sure thing, honey. I look forward to your dramatic retelling.”
Loki smiled and snuggled in closer, planting a kiss on Mobius’ collarbone. “I missed you,” he said quietly. “Today was exhausting, but the thought of coming home to you was what kept me going.”
Mobius tightened his embrace around Loki and kissed the top of his head. “I love when you sweet-talk me,” he murmured into his hair.
“Only for you.”
“For me?” Mobius hummed in appreciation. “Now that you mention it, there’s something else I’d really like you to do for me,” he said, his voice dropping to a sultry tone.
“Oh?” Loki pushed himself up on his elbows and wet his lips as he teasingly traced a hand along Mobius' side and slipped it beneath the sheets. "What do you have in mind?"
Mobius grasped Loki’s hand, stopping its journey south, and brought it to his lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Could you bring your bed to my apartment when you move in fully?”
“Wha— my bed?” Loki exclaimed, taken aback.
“As I mentioned earlier,” Mobius said, rolling them over so that he was now hovering above Loki, pressing him into the mattress. “It’s better than mine.”
Loki wrapped his arms around Mobius’ neck, pulling him close.
“Why don’t you prove it to me?”