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There is a lot to be said about love.
Loki has had many words to describe it over his time, and it never included ‘mortal’ in the sentence, when pertaining to his own exploits in the matter.
A human lover was not part of any plan, nevermind anything real.
However, even Gods find that they can be wrong, humbled even, in the most mysterious of ways.
Love grabs him by the throat and forces him to stare it in the face, when he first sees Mobius dissolve into ribbons of time.
It is the first time he acknowledges its power over him completely, submitting to the truth that yes, a God can fall in love with a human.
The second time he truly comes to grips with it and holds it close, treasured within, is when Mobius falls asleep beside him for the first time since his return.
They were talking, passing time with ease and now Loki can look down on him, Mobius’s head on his shoulder, and wonder about love.
About how it feels like a safe place that wraps around him, taking the shape - in his mind - of how Mobius’s arms feel when he embraces him.
Loki reaches out and strokes his fingers down over Mobius’s temple.
Mobius’s moustache twitches and he sighs, head shuffling closer to the curve of Loki’s neck.
Loki ruminates over whether Mobius is a light or heavy sleeper, whether he can feel his touch or is simply seeking a more comfortable resting place.
He reaches out again, caressing Mobius’s cheek in a light, tender sweep.
Mobius’s eyes flutter, but they’re hazy with the cloak of sleep.
It makes it all the more special when he mumbles Loki’s name; even deep in slumber, Mobius is thinking about him.
“I’m here,” Loki whispers, “I will not be leaving you again, anytime soon.”
Mobius’s eyes are already closed and his breathing is deepening, evening out.
Loki, dipping his head, plants a soft kiss onto the crown of Mobius’s head.
Grey hair tickles his nose, thick and healthy, warmth radiating from Mobius’s sleeping form.
That is exactly what he is, an all-encompassing warmth.
He cocoons Loki in a sense of peace so rare that he has to shelve a fear of it ever being parted from him again.
Loki can only find it here, with this man.
His best friend.
His lover.
Their first kiss blazes through his mind, filling his thoughts with sunlight.
It was a sunny day when it happened; Loki had appeared beside him, manifesting onto the timeline with a tiredness that weakened his bones.
Mobius had caught him, shocked, in his arms, holding him upright.
Instead of words, as Loki had rattled off a frenzied, exhausted apology, Mobius had replied with a delicate interruption of a kiss.
It had stunned Loki into silence and clarified for him one of the greatest questions he had left unanswered in the TVA.
As Mobius sleeps now, Loki shifts to rest with him and hums a gentle Asgardian song about reunions under his breath.
There is no song he knows that can truly describe how he feels in this moment.
Maybe one day, he can pen one and Mobius can understand just how deeply the God of Time loves him.