"i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans" // @agcntmobius //
brow raises at the idea presented and slowly, a grin begins to form upon the god's features. curiosity colours his face and loki moves-- fluid, with ease. after all, anything should come easy really, when compared to moving through the cosmo, through timelines, through branches and branches for countless lost years.
instead of doing as desired, loki's hand comes up. a gentle sweep across cheek. delicate in ways loki often is not. but then-- this was mobius. he'd always brought out that side to him, hadn't he? a side loki had... long since thought he'd lost touch of.
"and what plans might those have been, my love? if i hadn't come to you... if i hadn't returned like this-- what was going to come next? what would you be without me, darling?"
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