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It had started after dinner one evening when he and Loki sat next to each other on the couch, bellies full and empty plates now sitting on the coffee table in front of them. Mobius tapped his phone screen a few times to cross out Halloween (1978) from the running list of movies he kept that he felt Loki absolutely must experience watching. After each movie, he and Loki found themselves discussing it over. And by "discussing," that usually meant Loki pointing out plot holes and "implausibilities and absurdities and stupidities," and Mobius defending said film's execution.
But they both truly enjoyed this little tradition they'd developed.
"And I don't understand why he just strolled along in his murder spree like he was enjoying a morning constitutional through the gardens, like he had all the time in the world. Just slash and stab and swiftly dispatch of your quarry. Never give them the hope of running."
"But see, that's what makes it scarier," Mobius countered. "Michael Myers didn't feel the need to frantically chase after them. He had all the assurance in himself that he was going to catch them and kill them, so he played with them a bit. Gave them that false hope. And it makes us, the viewer, feel that tension because we know what's inevitably going to happen."
Loki hummed reaching forward for his glass to sip more of his wine. "Yes, I suppose I must concede your point."
"Speaking of Halloween… "
Mobius caught Loki's look of side eye. He knew this was his tell. Whenever an idea or thought struck him that he knew Loki wouldn't readily agree to, he tended to let his words trail off.
"Tony's party is in a couple of weeks. We should go."
A long, dramatic sigh left Loki, and he moved to flop back like he was collapsing on a fainting couch.
"Oh, come on, it won't be that bad," Mobius said, catching Loki at the upper arms to stop his theatrics. "He's always got plenty of drinks flowing, enough to get even you tipsy, and the food is out of this world. I wonder if he'll serve those bacon-wrapped dates again. You remember those? They had the blue cheese in 'em, and the toasted walnuts—" Mobius abruptly stopped his waxing poetic on Tony's hors d'œuvres at the scornful look Loki gave him.
"It'd be nice to go," Mobius said, quieting in naked honesty. "I like going places and doing things with you."
"Well, I do always like the opportunity to put together a stylish ensemble," Loki acknowledged, his face softening in the wake of Mobius' declaration.
"About that… "
Mobius knew he did it again — letting his sentence fizzle out.
"What?" Loki's voice was pointed.
"It's a costume party. Gotta dress up in a costume."
"Very well. I will go as "man with refined taste."
"Loooookiiiii." Mobius drew his name out in a slight whine.
"All right, I will go as —"
"And you can't wear your armor, and go as 'Asgardian royalty' or whatever."
Loki harumphed. He opened his mouth to argue once more but, again, was preemptively cutoff.
"And you can't magic a costume; you can't use illusion or glamor to turn yourself into an actual person or animal or anything," Mobius said. "We have to put together the costumes and wear them. Oh, hey, we should do a couple's costume!"
Loki raised a judgemental eyebrow.
"Yeah, we can dress up as a pair."
"A pair of what?" Loki deadpanned. "I will not be the back end of a beast of burden."
"We can go as any famous duo. Like-like, The Dread Pirate Roberts and Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride. You liked that movie," Mobius said. "Or Wayne and Garth."
"I have no idea who that is."
"'Wayne's World, party time, excellent!'" Mobius parroted the familiar line in what he felt was a damn good impression.
Loki frowned in confusion, dark brows furrowing.
"Have we not watched that one already? Okay, that movie is definitely being added to the list," Mobius said pulling his phone out again. "Can't believe I hadn't already put it on here. And Wayne's World 2," he murmured to himself, "though it's not as good as the first…but most sequels aren't." Little keystroke clicks sounded from his phone as he typed.
"I am still unsure," Loki said. "But if it is indeed Wayne's world, then I shall be this 'Wayne'."
"Well, you do have the long, dark hair," Mobius assented as he reached out to flick the ends of a few soft strands. "But it doesn't even have to be two people necessarily. It can be two things that go together. Like, bacon and eggs. Or peanut butter and jelly."
Mobius felt his initial excitement slowly dying beneath Loki's less-than-thrilled countenance as he pulled ideas off the top of his head.
"A-a monkey and a banana. Or a bunny rabbit and a carrot."
Loki's eyes surprisingly lit up a bit at that idea, and Mobius grasped it as though it were a fishing rod to reel him in. Really? Loki, who never deigned to willingly make himself look a fool, was taken with the idea of one of them dressing as a bunny and the other a carrot?
"Yeah, yeah, a rabbit and a carrot," Mobius encouraged. "That could be fun and probably easy to put together. We can probably find a lot of stuff at a costume shop."
"Leave everything to me," Loki told him.
Mobius stood before a mirror he and Loki had in the entryway, staring at the bright red overalls he wore over a white shirt with a blue bow-tie at the collar. White loafers were on his feet. He adjusted the bunny nose held to his face by elastic with a yellow polyester gloved hand. Reaching up, he folded one of the white bunny ears on his headband into a whimsical flop.
"Roger Rabbit," he said to himself, remembering Loki found the movie entertaining. He'd liked the combination of live action and cartoon, and then had used his magic to turn himself into a living cartoon. Which freaked Mobius the hell out and had him demanding for Loki to "change yourself back right now, right now!"
"How do I look?" Loki's voice, throaty and sultry, came from behind him, and Mobius turned. His gaze took everything in.
"I honestly don't know why I was expecting this idea to be straightforward."
Mobius had to be honest; this was entirely his fault. When Loki had told him he'd handle the costumes for the two of them, he should have suspected something brewed in Loki's mind right then and there. But Loki seemed agreeable and even enthused, and Mobius just didn't see all the potential ways Loki could be… Loki about this at the time.
Loki was in the doorway, leaning on one arm above his head, frocked in a glittering, red, strapless gown with a slit clean up to his hip. Violet, satin gloves up to his biceps clothed his arms; peep-toe heels in a matching violet were on his feet. He'd painted his lips fire-engine red, complimeted by a smoky eyeshadow. Topping off the entirety of it was a wig of long, wavy, coppery locks.
"It—it doesn't look like you're a carrot," Mobius said stupidly, dumbstruck and rendered unable to state anything but the so very obvious.
"No, this is much better than a carrot," Loki said as he sauntered over to Mobius, shoes clicking along the hardwood floor of their apartment. "Is it not?"
Mobius couldn't help but rake his eyes over Loki, eyes scanning him slowly from top to bottom and back again. He drank in the delicious slip of long leg that hinted at what the dress further concealed. He didn't see any visible outlines of underwear, which meant, fuck, either Loki was in a thong or there was nothing between him and the slightest wardrobe malfunction to allow Mobius to get a peek. Either one drove him crazy and left his mouth watering.
The shimmery gloves hugged those strong muscles that always offered Mobius a sense of security and certainty when they encircled him. Green eyes, half-lidded and shaded, and coquettish lips combined to silently tell him, "I know exactly what you want, and it's me."
He must have been silent for too long, though, as Loki's face started to slowly morph into one of unsurety. Mobius wasn't at a loss for words because Loki looked objectionable; it's because he absolutely didn't.
"Yes," Mobius said quickly, his voice husky. He swallowed hard. "Infinitely better."
Mobius knew he'd given away he was turned on when a slow smirk spread across Loki's face again like a stealth cat slinking across a room.
"You look devilishly bad," Mobius murmured, stepping forward and bringing his lips close to Loki's, tipping his face up slightly towards his taller lover.
"'I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way'," Loki whispered, the heat of his breath ghosting over Mobius' mouth.
Mobius moved to close the centimeter between them, planting a kiss on Loki's lips that began soft but gradually increased in fervent pressure. The momentum of want found him pushing Loki back against the wall, the god's head gently knocking with nowhere further to go. One of Mobius' hands laid flat against Loki's chest while the other held the nape of his neck, fingers curling in the ginger wig before Loki turned his head slightly to the side, breaking the kiss.
"We can't get carried away. I believe there's a Halloween party you wish to escort me to," he said cheekily.
Mobius, though reluctant to tear himself away, grinned. "Yeah, yeah I do."
Loki reached up to move Mobius' bunny nose back into place where the smooch had pushed it askew and took the arm offered before inclining his head, so his lips were close to Mobius' ear, voice dropped low. "And when this party is over… "
Mobius, titillated by Loki's clearly naughty implication, raised an interested eyebrow, turning towards him. "Yeah?"
He was rewarded with a roguish grin and a playful glimmer in Loki's eyes. "You can help me peel this costume off. Very. Slowly."
Mobius groaned, thankful that the overalls he wore were spacious and masked his growing hardness. "What are you trying to do to me?"
"Always leave them wanting more." Loki smiled coyly before straightening. "Come! Let us partake in what revelry and tricks and treats may await us."
Mobius allowed Loki to step out before following, pulling the door closed behind him. He turned to lock it, murmuring to himself, "I have an unfailing belief my biggest treat comes after the party."