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ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕤 turned 1 today!

#tumblr birthday #tumblr milestone

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idk about yall but i'd say we won today

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Don’t talk to me or my son again

#loki laufeyson #marvel #thor #comics #avengers #lokius #mobius m mobius #loki x mobius #kid loki #crocodile loki

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Yes

loki’s a bottom.

fight me. 

please read the tags-

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So. My thought is that Sylvie and Loki aren’t necessarily romantically involved in each other, but because they’ve both had little to depend on their whole lives they lean on each other, the both of them just can’t quite explain that feeling other than “love.” Which it is, but not romantically. It could be to explore their characters deeper.

I think somewhere Kate said that Loki isn’t ready for a romantic relationship. As the usual saying goes, you can’t love someone else when you don’t even love yourself.

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i thought you were gone

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Mobius: *calls Loki a little pussycat episode one*

Fandom: So I see you've chosen to top.

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Mischievous, little scamp.

(fic down below, click for better quality :) ) based on this post.

Loki sighed heavily as he dragged through the door. Work certainly was a mood-killer in New Asgard, especially for a prince who’s life was previously devoted around him.

“Mobius, darling I’m home,” Loki called out through the corridor, swiftly kicking off his shoes on the ‘welcome’ mat next to the door.

Loki furrowed his brow after a long pause. No response had yet been heard from his husband. The god suspiciously eyed around the house. It was quiet. Far too quiet for Loki’s comfort.

“Mobi?” He called out again, slowly stepping through the kitchen. No Mobius, still.

Loki frowned. It wasn’t the first time he hadn’t gotten a call back, but usually Mobius would come around eventually or leave a text he’d gone off somewhere for Loki. He sighed again, pursing his lips as he tried to think of where his husband could possibly be this late in the afternoon.

Most likely, he wasn’t outside because Loki would’ve already seen him. And it was awfully hot.

“Fenrir?”

Last resort, should’ve been the first, he called again hoping for a response from his son. Although Fenrir usually was slow at responding, Loki patiently rocked on his heels, ears twitching as he waited for someone. Loki sighed, pinching his temple with his fingertips. Maybe Mobius took Fenrir to the soccer fields to practice again…but then again, he would’ve for sure let Loki know.

“Where in the world-“

“Oh Fen! Not like that, your mother’s gonna kill me!”

Loki frowned.

Not. This. Again. He thought.

Loki eventually found his way through the “secret hideout” Mobius and Fenrir had packed throughout the years, although it was just a large and quite unnecessary part of their basement. Loki originally though about using it for an art room for himself, but figured Fenrir would need it more. To keep him busy and out of Loki’s hair.

Loki peeked through and gasped as he saw Fenrir attempting the ease his levitation in the air- along with other sharp objects floating around him.

Fenrir was the son to a mortal and god. It was known since the day of his birth he would hold somewhat, some kind of magical abilities. The first encounter with Fenrir’s power was when Mobius was feeding- well, attempting to feed the infant whilst Loki was occupied on the phone with Thor. It was to their surprised when Fenrir managed to make the baby food disappear. Loki would soon discover it in his hair a few seconds later.

“Kid’s got powers,” Mobius said. Stunned, nevertheless.

Loki grumbled, grabbing a towel to wipe the carrot smushed remains from his raven hair, “I’m a god, Mobius. He is my child. Of course he’s going to have powers.”

They managed to track what Fenrir could do overtime, and it made Loki emotional wondering just how much stronger he would be one day. Although it was nice, Mobius and Loki would eventually have to find a way from disabling Fenrir’s powers when it came to being in public, considering Fenrir had a habit of sneaking things into the car when Loki took him grocery shopping. He was a trouble maker, indeed.

Fenrir had bumped heads with Loki when he suggested he not use his powers when going to school, for his own sake. Of course most of his free time at home would be used trying to practice his magic, attempting not to break anything more in the house than he already has. It made Loki feel guilty he had to be the one to restrict his son from using his magic to his full potential.

But never, did Loki really expect Mobius to be encouraging such dangerous behavior. Their child was floating, with daggers around him and Mobius was…smiling. Of course he would be.

“Mobius!” Loki shouted.

His shout seemed to startled Fenrir as he lost concentration and gravity began to work around him again.

Loki panicked and went to grab his son before he hit the ground, stopping the falling daggers from causing any harm with his own magic and making them disappear with the snap of his finger.

“Hey!” Fenrir screeched, “I was practicing with those!”

“Practicing what exactly? Trying to hurt yourself?” Loki protested as he kept his son locked in his arms.

Fenrir grumbled. “Dad, you said we wouldn’t get caught.”

Loki saw the blood from Mobius face run, and he eyed his husband with his frost blue eyes. “So…you HAVE been anticipating this, haven’t you?”

Mobius rubbed the back of his neck, guilty, he responded. “Sorry, babe.”

Loki shook his head, “Don’t sorry me, Mobius! You especially should know better than to encourage these kind of activities! He could’ve gotten seriously hurt!”

“Come on, Lokes, let the kid have some fun.” Mobius argued, Fenrir smiling ever so slyly, as if Loki hadn’t seen it before in himself.

“Of course. If it had been me you would tell me no until you’re blue in the face. But now that it’s our child, it’s okay?” Loki seemed distressed. It was true. Mobius seemed to let their children get away with thousands of things he wouldn’t even let Loki think of.

Fenrir eventually escaped from his mother’s arms and dashed out the basement, “Fenrir!” Loki tried to call him back before he found himself being pulled by the shoulders from his husband.

“Mobius…” Loki whined.

Mobius pressed a chaste kiss to his husband’s lips, slowing drawing him by the waist. Loki sighed into the kiss and rested his hands onto Mobius’s shoulders.

“Look, I know Fen can be a handful sometimes and you’re right, I shouldn’t have let that mischievous little scamp do that. But you know, I always like to cause a little trouble every once in awhile. He’ll learn.”

“Mobius, darling. You’re such an oaf.” Loki smiled, “I mean, isn’t it quiet hypocritical you let him do the things I’d never get away with?

“And isn’t it quiet hypocritical you’re the God of Mischief yet you go against anything mischievous he tries to do?”

Loki rolled his eyes, “Touché. You win for today, my love. Now come on. I need to get dinner started.”

Mobius chuckled and followed his husband out the door.

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gotta love the twilight-esque blue filter tho

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Loki and mobius they’re all I can think about

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Thank you @theclasssicgay for your request it was my pleasure to do it really !! I will now take requests (for free don't worry) because I have some time to spend and I'm happy to do it (I'm open to nsfw too) !

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Loki!Priest Au

Y’all know mobius is a devote priest until, a poor sinner visits him one day revealing himself as a demon.

My design is heavily inspired by devilman (the original) and Loki’s frost giant form

(If anyone wants to write fanfic pls do! Just link me so I can read it as well :))))

I have a few HC about this so if you have questions my Ask box is open

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In this household we don’t attack people for shipping sylkie, we don’t harass actors and showrunners, and we all respect each other

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Gif Credit

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to manifest lokius next week

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