#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered.

[efoyisk]

❛  i fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new. ❜ ( anita needs to protect a witness and asks loki for a favor to keep him out of trouble while shes busy )

   “truly?” loki has few complaints of boredom when it came to anita blake.   or those in her vicinity.   every person had some… curiosity of sorts.   even those untouched by anything strange and occult.   “a rather interesting life you must lead then,” hummed the trickster, swirling the cocktail to bring the aroma of the spirits and juices to his nose before taking one slow sip.   the bar they had strolled into wasn’t the best which had graced his eyes, though it was… endearing.   in the same manner as so many establishments built by midgardians.   like headquarters of a certain agency.   it truly was endearing, how humans believed a few thick walls could protect them from anything.

  “whom have you found yourself in love with today then, caedmon byrone?   you know, i met a byron once, a long long time ago.   i rather fancied his company.   unfortunately i forgot how little you all live, by the time i returned he was naught but bones.” 

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[efoyisk]

Is this a loki rp a loki who hates thor? If so i won't bother

this loki rper does not hate thor nor rps a loki who hates thor. this a loki rper who is not fond of the shallow writing between loki and thor from ragnarok and believes their dynamic and the chasm between them is a lot more nuanced than loki bad brother who hates senselessly and thor good brother who never did no wrong to receive loki's vice. this loki rper never said loki hates thor, only feels grievance for the faults between both of them. and if this anon does not want to write or follow what this loki rper does or says, nobody has asked them to! this loki rper wishes you a good day :)

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[efoyisk]

❝ you aren’t judas-ing, are you? ❞ mobius

   the sorcerer blinks as he settles his eyes on the human. suffice to say, the last few days—has it been days? he can never truly tell—have led them to naught but dead ends. frankly, he has considers acquiring a so called tempad through… dubious means and making himself scarce many a time over. yet he persists. he has utterly concluded that even eternally running from their minute-men would prove a boring past time.

“i am objecting to your theory so i must be trying to confuse you with the ultimate goal of betraying you, isn’t that right? come on now mobius, whatever do i have to gain from nonsense like that?”

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #rejectory #how dare you suggest hes doing exactly what he had been thinking about doing!!

[efoyisk]

And thor and loki never saw each other aga. The end. :(

I'm so sorry to say this but you came to the wrong person about it because I unfortunately haven't cared for a reunion, like, at all. I don't think they'd write it well and Thor isn't written well either. So, yknow. I think there are bigger issues than Loki not meeting Thor again.

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #i understand your disappointment trough

[efoyisk]

(the voice inside of loki’s head) c’mon, loki. what’s a bit more of a change in equation? the multiverse has existed before. it can exist again — without you holding them. figure this out. fight just a bit more. he’s waiting. a life is waiting. c’mon, loki. you can do it.

   huh.   it’s odd.   as of late he hears nothing but the life of the branches.   can feel the buzzing of a trillion universes cursing through the palms of his hand.   laughter, tears, arguing, all sorts.   only a single voice is… occasionally louder than others.   a solemn, whispery voice.   but this is new.   it can exist again. can it?   well… it truly did, once.

  though loki has come to realise time isn’t linear.   there isn’t a beginning middle or end.   everything exists simultaneously.   that is true.   he’s waiting. perhaps.   perhaps if he—no, no.   that is too great a risk is it not?   what if something happens?   what if he’s too slow?   but then again… there’s no such a thing as quicker, or faster.   it’s been done now.   he will always exist.   his past will always exist.   his present and his past.   life is waiting. it feels safer.   to hold it all inside the palms of his hands.   life flowing out of him into the branches, and life from the branches flowing into him.   if there was a way to bind this vitality and leave it behind… return to it when he must or simply wherever he wants to.   well, he’s got all of existence laid out in front of him.   if there’s a way, he’ll find it.   perhaps, perhaps… 

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #thank you voice inside loki's head! #NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT #tw loki spoilers #tw loki season 2 spoilers

[efoyisk]

“hey- i’m here. i’m here.” so the temporal loom is saved, and apparently loki can transport himself through time and space — or rather, to a place without time and space. pretty neat. wonder if that’ll be something they can use against variants of he-who-remains, the more sinister ones, of course. but, whatever it is, first — “oh, loki.” and then it’s mobius’ own hand coming around the other’s frame. one arm slides until his fingers entangle itself in loki’s lock of black hair, and he cradles there, letting the god breathe and rest and hug what he must, before: “you did good. i’m so proud of you.” ( sweetheart, almost slips out, but that’s too endearing, and mobius knows loki hasn’t got time for that. )

   it has gotten easier, the slipping.   it’s quicker, less painful—painless, in fact.   still it feels strange.   like a rumbling pit in his stomach, a sort of void akin to moving at impossible speeds.   which, he supposes, he sort of does.   perhaps not impossible speeds, but impossible scales.   there is naught he can compare it to.   teleportation is different.   opening portals or rifts is different.   this is a breach of the collective space and time.   every point he has been to, he can return.   it is a terrifying thought.   nay, a thrilling thought.

  he heaves, desperate hands reaching anywhere they can on the analyst as loki leans into him, gaining his balance only a moment afterwards.   “i feared—it’d not be enough,” he whispered, eyes falling onto mobius. he can feel the buzzing of space on his spine. the icy warmth that gleams through the windows.

  oh, how breath-taking mobius’s face is under the soft light of the loom.   so… serene, almost.   loki’s arms slowly coil around mobius, clutching onto his blazer.   “we did it, didn’t we?” they did, and they’re all still there.   mobius is still there.   he remembers.   he has stayed.

  “i saw you,” he rasped, pursing his lips.   he did not pull away nor loosened his grip.   he tucked his chin over mobius’s shoulder and simply basked there, in the nest of his embrace.   welcoming, familiar, the tender touch in his hair lulling the fear away.   “i saw—all of you, i mean, however—i saw you.   i saw your home.” how calm it seemed.   the house itself, at least.   even from a distance, he could tell those two boys were a force to be reckoned with.   the thought almost brings a smile to his face before the thought twists his stomach into an impossible knot.   “thank you.   for being with me still.   for choosing me.” 

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #dynamics. ⠀i could recognize him by touch alone by smell; i would know him blind by the way his breaths came⠀⠀━⠀⠀ mobiues. #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #going crazy as we speak tbh #tw loki season 2 spoilers #tw loki spoilers

[efoyisk]

❝ you know. i couldn't have done this without you. ❞ they're back in the deserted pie concession cafeteria, with only one exhausted-looking clerk standing in between the apple or pecan in the far corner. mobius pays her no mind; his feet is extended, it brushes against loki's shoes. he tries not to think about it.

❝ in fact, i don't think i'd wanna do it without you. ❞ a smile, wiry and thin, crosses his face when his grey eyes sweep to loki.

does he mean it ? of course he means it, though it feels half-hearted. almost empty. and it's dumb anyway, it's late — or it feels late — and ravonna's glare plays on a loop in the back of mobius' mind. he thinks back on her beautiful smile over their passion over heavy liquor; those quiet time he'd wrangle out of her just to see it again and again. it hurts, thinking of loki and ravonna in the same capacity, of his gaze trying to find her shadows where the god of mischief currently sits.

because ravonna isn't here — but loki is. that's the difference.

loki doesn't deserve this, mobius thinks quietly, finally gathering his wits and standing up. ❝ sorry. my bladder's calling me. i'll catch up with you over at the temporal loom observation deck ? ❞

( i hope u love me muah <333 )

   loki has this time opted for strawberry pie.   it’s sweet and goes well with the whipped cream.   loki much enjoys how the sensation crawls across his tongue when he takes down a bite.   truly, he considers their last expedition a success.   sure there were some unfortunate, nigh irritating appearances and needless troubles but, in the end, they’ve got a variant they require and at last stand a chance to buy themselves some time.   and he gets to enjoy a piece of pie with mobius under more favourable circumstances.   although loki had been adamant with b-15 that victor timely must be supervised at all times.   now is not the time to fly too close to the sun.   regardless, loki’s mood is elevated.

  across from the table, however, mobius’s solemn voice rings in loki’s ears who comes down from his high clouds.   he does not allow it to affect his disposition however;   for mobius’s sake.   “well you’d not have had to do anything were it not for me,” the trickster shrugs a shoulder.   although, in that case, mobius would have never learned the truth either.   loki hates that sort of balance.   he tilts his head to the side then.   there is something in mobius’s eyes he cannot entirely dissect.   something melancholic.   or nostalgic, perhaps.   as though he’s looking for something which is not there.

  “mobius,” he calls out at first.   when he stands though, loki reaches out to grasp his forearm, keep him within range as he looks up.   loki’s eyes are strangely but not uncharacteristically kind.   mobius has earned that.   “is something the matter?   would you like to talk?”

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #dynamics. ⠀i could recognize him by touch alone by smell; i would know him blind by the way his breaths came⠀⠀━⠀⠀ mobiues. #I LOVE YOU EVEN THO YOU HURT ME #tw loki season 2 spoilers

[efoyisk]

❝ you’ve mother’s eyes. ❞ thor

   loki looks up from the trinket in his hands.   it’s a crystal, really, made of rubies and perched on a seat of gold.   the trickster remains silent for just a moment.   the words settle and twist in his stomach;   even though, in his heart of hearts, he knows the thunderer means no offense.   still, bitterness coils around his voice as he focuses his gaze back down at the crystal.

  “i see you’ve grown fond of my tricks, brother, and decided to drive a dagger through my own heart.” the loss of frigga shall never be an easy burden to lift.   not when he knows that by swallowing down a few clevers words, he could have instead postponed the fateful struggle.   given more time, instead to the king and prince to join the queen’s side.   “we are both well aware the only trait of hers i have is her demeaner and affinity for magic.   i did not climb out of her loins to share a physical resemblance.   you, however, do have her hair.” 

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #au where loki survived thanos's attack and theyre both in new asgard????? #rejectory

[efoyisk]

[totally anonymous, and in an interviewer voice] does loki laufeyson have any comments at all about the waist grab by a certain time agent? isn’t it inappropriate? you didn’t look like someone who’d appreciate being roughened up, dare i say, by anyone. please, loki. we need to know your thoughts. should we be speaking to TVA HR about this?

   loki laufeyson blinks, with a silly goofy smile on his face.   this would be an appropriate moment to break the forth wall, he reckons.   “i assure you there is naught to correct about agent mobius’s disposition.   in fact, i believe it took him far too long to entertain such inappropriate acts, to use your words.   although roughening up does gleam as an exaggeration—i found him to be quite tender, actually, and i am very fond of that.   mind you, it is not the first time this certain time agent holds my waist. though the first with such passionate, certainly.” 

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH IM CACKLING OVER THIS #tw loki spoilers

[efoyisk]

Now im just hoping they kill thor off at least

Nah I think they should get a change to exist individually. They just need to be written properly.

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[efoyisk]

"hey, loki." he doesn't know where he is. not exactly. somewhere in california, that he knows. around the 1980's. somewhere safe, or at least years before the invasion of new york ever happens. mobius doesn't like going to anytime after that period, unless he's visiting don and the kids, because any time where he knows a version of loki is near earth hurts.

anyway. he's glad that b-15 let him get ahold of a timepad. just in case you need to find your way back here, she tells him, even though that's kind of bull, because they both know he's going to use it for anything but to return to the TVA.

the TVA. mobius feels a bitter scoff running up his throat now, but he chases it away. so much for it being his whole life; being all that he knows. it's surprisingly barren, working through the files and the computer log without... well, without ravonna breathing his neck for once, and without loki. loki. right. he was in the middle of something, wasn't he?

mobius digs his toes into the california sands. it's rough. even being near the sea isn't as thrilling as it should've been.

"they said you could hear me. theoretically. wherever you are, up in the cosmos, or- or beyond that. how... how are ya'?" people are looking at him weird for talking alone, to no one, but who cares. he doesn't. "i hope... i hope you're good, yeah. i just- i've been well, if you'd even care to ask." but of course loki cares; the gentlest thing to ever to. if he doesn't, he would've let all these lives perish. but instead—

"i'm sorry. you know i didn't mean that." he says softly now, like the god is right there. like mobius could reach him, caress that hair away from that face like he never could've, but wanted to. he'd always wanted to. there were just- never time. never a chance. loki was so focused, and he only ever wanted to help. "i've been good, uh. but you know that, cause i mentioned it. i just... i know about don now, and the kids. great kids. little rascals, really. kinda remind me of you."

a chuckle, but again, it sounds- like rattling stones in an empty can. it's nothing. it's just sound. mobius hates it. "i... i don't get it, loki. i don't." he whispers now, and there's anguish there, deep and wretched. it's selfish, asking this of loki, pleading. he's doing a good thing; he's saving lives, but mobius— "i know you've wanted a throne, but is this what you meant?"

alone, cold, empty. did he even have food there? snacks? could he sleep? is anybody even taking care of him, looking out for him? mobius doesn't know; and not knowing kills.

"you know, i never... i never said it aloud- maybe i should've, but... i thought we could've had a good life together, you and me. i don't know what we'd be doing: probably tasting food, riding jet skis and causing mischief, but it sounds like a life, right? a good one. a simple one, but good. and i could- i would've built a throne for you if you want. in a nice house, maybe. by a lake. just you and me, loki. we'll let time pass, you and i. that's all we would have to do. no more heroic deeds; no more sacrificial lambs. just ... something simple, but good."

i would've loved you, is what he doesn't say, but desperately wants to. how can he? his throat's tight. and his vision's getting blurry. great, mobius thinks, wiping away at his budding tears. he can't be doing this again. cause what if loki'll never take him seriously, a man begging through his sobs. he's an asgardian like that; they're gonna have their pride. "i- i miss you. i'm sorry." for what? he doesn't know. for not being quick enough, maybe, to notice what loki's up to. for not stopping him when he could. for not waiting.

because that's all loki's ever wanted: time. mobius wishes he could've given it to him.

   it’s quite strange.   he can feel everything.   everything that is, everything that isn’t, everything that was and will be and might be and is about to be and—you understand.   eyes and ears everywhere.   watching but not quite living.   at least most of them are.   except one.

  except the one to whom loki owes beyond everyone else.   that one is solemn, nostalgic and defeated, unable to enjoy the water he so passionately enjoyed, once.   it feels bitter.   if loki can feel such a thing anymore.

  the wind picks up a little.   the clouds above mobius form a strange shape, like a pair of almond shaped eyes.   a kid a few meters away points it out to his mother.   i know, the sea whispers.   i know.   the sky darkens though only slightly.   the waves form a rhythmic hum, like a calling from the beyond.   it’s a sad sound.   serene, though wretched.   like the whining of some spectre, unable to escape from where it’s been bound.   the gentle breeze picks up into a gust of wind, rising sand up to mobius’s thighs, dusting him.

  a croak echoes behind him.   there’s a bird there, behind him;   white, black, the edges of its wings gleaming with blue-green when the light hits it just right.   the magpie tilts its head, cawing at mobius then it opens its wings, rises until it can settle on mobius’s shoulder and nests there, cawing at the horizon.   there’s naught to be done.   this was the only way loki wanted to follow.   the only way they could be given a chance;   the only way for them to live and to protect what has been preserved.   it’s a sad thing.   loki does not regret it.   he only hopes this time, it will be enough.

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #dynamics. ⠀i could recognize him by touch alone by smell; i would know him blind by the way his breaths came⠀⠀━⠀⠀ mobiues. #im gonna bawl my eyes out now thanks #LISTEN I KNOW THIS IS SMALL #BUT HES LIKE... NOT REALLY THERE AKJSDH #mobius having an existential crisis: #loki: emotional support birdie <3 #tw loki spoilers #tw loki season 2 spoilers

[efoyisk]

❝ are we negotiating? ❞ tony

“i am not. you are.”

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #rejectory #LISTEN #I WISH I COULD DO SOMETHING BIGGER WITH THIS AND GIVE YOU SOME FOOD BUT #I GENUINELY HAVE NO IDEA #BUT IF YOU DO AND YOU WANNA CONTINUE IT #GO AHEAD!!

[efoyisk]

❛ no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to you. ❜ im obsessed w/ u thats why

   “i know,” murmured the prince. a reluctant hand came to settle on the agent’s battered cheek. dirt clung to his face, the hairs of his moustache flying in every direction. loki felt a strange need to brush them down so they'd look proper but, it's the last thing which taints mobius's image.

it hardly amounts to his torn clothes, the thin cut across his forehead, the dust and brown spots all over his skin and clothes. a smile twitches onto the trickster's solemn face, green eyes strangely empty. nay, sad, glassy, as loki takes all of mobius in. by the heavens, how many times will mobius fall into the line of danger for him? how many times will they have to bear the pain of this over and over? how many times will loki fail to grasp onto mobius, hold him back from death? “i'd simply rather there is no gravestone holding you down.”

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #dynamics. ⠀i could recognize him by touch alone by smell; i would know him blind by the way his breaths came⠀⠀━⠀⠀ mobiues. #after a battle and mobius got hurt???? #or maybe after yknow what but somehow they survived???? #you tell me #anyways i got impatient with this and answered before getting my hands on my icons

[efoyisk]

"you smell like him." he's trying not to make it obvious, but maybe b-15's right. mobius doesn't have the tact for this. he doesn't know about that, though - because if he had been obvious, shouldn't loki have long picked up on it ? it, being his feelings ? the thought brings the tip of his ears to burn pink, just as the fact he's blurted out what he did had. mobius looks back down to the countertop, fingers idly returning to prepare them both the drink he promised. "i mean - i could pick up his perfume. how, uh - how's the date?"

( just .... smth fun for u <3 )

   it had been far too long since loki enjoyed a night out.   it had been far too long since loki had enjoyed a date of any sort—with someone favorable or otherwise.   and yet he had enjoyed both just a few hours ago.   suffice to say, loki is silently beaming.   there’s a sort of jump to his step, a content grin perpetually plastered across his face—until mobius catches him by surprise and receives a quizzical look from the trickster.

  “pardon?” he asks, lingering behind mobius before walking around him, to sit on the chair empty for himself.   “such a keen nose you’ve got,” loki remarks, a coy smile curling onto his face as he crosses one leg over the other, reaching then for his glass.   mobius is right, however.   loki does smell like his date’s perfume.   the sorcerer basks in the fact.   although, in the back of his mind, something is lacking.   “oh it was wonderful.   i have never seen a man dressed so appropriately for the occasion.   well not that i was much interested in his attire.   i was however intrigued by his course of thoughts, mobius, it was like a train running its path on the rails—” the trickster pauses then.   as he rises his glass to his lips, his eyes are focused on mobius’s face.    there is a certain… dismay in his friend’s face.   a peculiar darkness.   or rather, redness.   “are you alright?” 

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #dynamics. ⠀i could recognize him by touch alone by smell; i would know him blind by the way his breaths came⠀⠀━⠀⠀ mobiues. #i just know that man is jealous #it's fine #this is fine

[efoyisk]

Ur finr. Im aorry if i made it sound like loki had to care abt thor to feel fulfilled. I meant the catharsis u mentioned. A real reconciliation between them. But noo instead we got infinity war then a faded photo copy

No problem I got you, I got you. But yeah I agree. It has never been fulfilling and chances are it never will be but what can you do? It's marvel.

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[efoyisk]

The loki that finally showed he cared abt thor was killed off. Tva loki isnt him

No, he isn't. And he doesn't have to be. I also don't think we got enough 'care' prior to him either. It's not just about Loki showing he cared about Thor; it's also a lot about Thor showing he cares about Loki, accepts him and considers him his equal. We never get that. Instead we get a supposed off-screen hug, we little exchange of 'everything will be okay' before Thanos appears and Loki, as he has done before, dies for Thor. We never see any sort of catharsis for either of them. And now it's too late to get that because that Loki is gone. And that's okay. The characters can carve their own separate paths.

The bottom line is that Loki's character isn't and shouldn't be defined by his relationship with Thor. He needn't show he cares about Thor in order for him to be fulfilled. Loki needs to learn to care and love himself. We've known he cares about Thor for years. He has never been indifferent.

#` ‧ ° ❅⠀⠀◟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄◝⠀⠀━⠀⠀ answered. #anon #also i hope im not coming off as aggressive or anything?? #im just trying to put all of my thoughts down cohesively #you'd think as a writer it's easy but it actually aint