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Title: The Cold Lord of Beltane, Chapter Two Author: RuckyStarnes Card: B029 Rating: Teen Event: @lokibingo Square: C3 - Free Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Niamh Words: 2,046 Warnings: Summary: Niamh readies herself for her marriage, and sneaks a peek of him before the ceramony. Type: Fic

The Cold Lord of Beltane Masterlist

Chapter Two

Niamh was awakened by her handmaiden, Arwen, opening the heavy curtain of her bed, sending bright light across Niamh’s face, making her wince and groan. She hated mornings, but this morning was particularly dreaded. It was the spring equinox and today was Beltane. She was the one chosen amongst the three other girls to be the céile maighdean, an honor that every girl wished to be chosen for, something that Niamh was happy to be part of, but that was until she overheard the elders talking last night after they had treated her like royalty: bountiful meal, lavish clothing and fabrics, milk and honey bath, the brushing of her long, twisted flaxen hair until it was smooth and tame.

“Niamh,” Arwen said gently, her hand landing on her shoulder. Niamh could hear the apprehension in the young girl’s voice as she was the one that had alerted Niamh to the secret meeting of the elders and knew what was lying in store for the Princess. “It is time for your anointing.” Niamh could feel the girl’s fingers tremble before she pulled back the layers of furs and linen that covered her. Her body felt heavy as she sat up, the shift she wore falling down from her waist, where it had gathered during the night, as she stood. It was like the goddesses were in control of her, making her walk to the basin that was in the corner of the room. Arwen helped her undress and provided balance for her to step into the steaming water. “Elder Sorcha and the other will be in shortly.” And without another word the young flaxen girl left Niamh to her own thoughts, which wandered to last night when the young girl stole her away from the lavish bedding to take her through the dank woods to the fire lit circle amongst the stones.

Niamh was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of Elder Sorcha’s voice as she entered the dwelling.

“Niamh, mo pháiste, mo pháiste,” the old woman smiled gently, a stark contrast to what Niamh had seen last night.

“Elder Sorcha,” Niamh said nimbly, refusing to meet the clouded eyes of the elder.

“You look like you have not rested well my child. Tonight you would’ve needed your strength during the consummation, but maybe your husband will have some empathy for your condition. Most girls are too excited to sleep and nearly break on the bed.”

Niamh snapped her head up, her dark hair falling into the water slightly. “I’m sorry, break?” she managed out in a squeak. She could only imagine being broken in half or bruised, passing out from the pain. Arwen’s sister, Bronagh, was married and had visited shortly after Niamh was crowned the céile maighdean to give her tips on how to make the first time not hurt as much.

“It’s just a wording, my child,” Elder Sorcha smiled and made her way towards Niamh as five more elders joined her from the doorway. The only one Niamh recognized was Arwen and Bronagh’s aunt, Eilís. She knew these five women were there to help her into her white garments and to braid her hair before adorning her with the ceremonious flower crown that she would wear. “As the other elders dress you, I want to go over a few things about when you finally meet your lord,” the old woman went on as the other women washed Niamh and worked her hair, tsking at the wet ends of her hair.

“What kind of things, Sorcha?” she asked feebly, afraid of what things that would need to be discussed. Bronagh already explained how bedding went, what men liked their brides to do and a brief explanation of how; Niamh was embarrassed when Bronagh had her demonstrate on a cairéad with instructions of how to please a man with her mouth.

“Your lord will expect you to know what to do,” she replied in a nonchalant way. Niamh noticed that she used ‘lord’ not husband, as if their union will not bear fruit nor would ever blossom into anything but a servitude. Is this why so many of the Lords take on more than one wife? She nodded along with what Sorcha said, tuning her out as much as she could, not wanting nor caring what she had to say. She was hoping that if she displeased the lord, he would send her away, back to the village or possibly to another, setting her up comfortably to start her life again.

The mid-day sun shone hot and bright when Niamh finally was presentable for the ceremony. Arwen was by her side, Niamh’s eyes shifting to her friend as her heart thumped into her chest and her palms grew sticky; she fought every fiber of her being to not turn around and run, mostly because she was afraid of having whatever ailment Damhnait (who was still absent) received from Sorcha put on her.

“Things will be okay.” Arwen’s words were supposed to bring solace to Niamh, but there was the fear in her friend’s eyes that unnerved her, twisting her stomach into something that would resemble the knot of Ciorclán Coillte’s insignia. They were sitting in the céile maighdean tent that was erected while she was readying the ceremony. Arwen would occasionally look out through the crack between the material flaps, trying to spot Niamh’s lord.

“Oh,” the pale haired girl gasped, “I think I see him. He looks different from the other lords we’ve seen. He’s slender and not as tall. Handsome even.”

“Does it matter if he’s handsome? I can’t stop thinking about how the first wives always come back, distraught, on the verge of hysteria. You remember Aoife? She had a white streak in her dark locks, her eyes wide with fear.”

“But, milady, she was only in her sixteenth year. Young ones are different from us, yes? I suppose we possess more understanding?” Arwen was terrible at trying to make a bad situation better, but Niamh couldn’t fault her for it. There was no way out of the arrangement, one that was made twenty years ago. “Come. Take a look at your lord. He is very sharp and classy, unlike the thick brutes that normally are taking wives.” She grabbed Niamh’s hand and pulled her to the slit, pulling the white material back a little before pointing discreetly to the man who was bending down to listen to Sorcha talk in a hushed tone.

Niamh’s eyes widened because Arwen was right. Loki Laufeyson was unlike the other warrior-like lords that came to her village for a bride or two. Where the others were burly, white-haired, and rough, this one was slender and dark-haired with sharp features and piercing green eyes. There was a soft smile that played on his lips as the soft light from the sun through the white cloth covering made him look more like a faery than a giant.

“Girls,” a voice chided behind them and both turned around to see Eilís with her hands on her round hips, lips pursed and brows raised. “Niamh, you aren’t supposed to lay eyes on your betrothed until Sorcha’s say.”

“We were just seeing who was all in the tent, Aunt Eilís,” Arwen replied stone faced. Niamh was always impressed how easy it was for her best friend to lie to anyone, especially an elder. Eilís just sighed and motioned for the two to follow her, pulling back the curtain to the main entrance. She nodded to Arwen to precede, but dropped the cloth when Niamh was ready to follow.

“Eilís?”

“This lord is different from the rest, but if he should hurt you in any way, send word to me,” Eilís whispered to her, eyes flitting around to see if anyone was nearby. “Your mother might have had sight of this happening, but any after occurrences was not given.”

“But none of the girls who come back are wanted again,” Niamh whispered, her eyes looking down at the brown earth. “I don’t want to disappoint the village.”

Eilís cupped her cheek, her thumb moving gently over her cheek. “You won’t disappoint us,” she reassured her. She placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and patted her cheek before turning to go. Arwen reappeared at her side, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I’ll pray to the goddesses that you are looked after, and if you want, I made this for you if he is ever unkind to you.” Her friend pulled out a little dark sachet and placed it in Niamh’s hand.

“A hex bag?” Niamh asked, narrowing her eyes at the bag.

“Only if he’s not kind. You are like a sister to me, Niamh. I don’t want anything horrible to happen to you.”

“I’ll be fine, Arwen,” Niamh said, “you saw him. He doesn’t look like the other men that have visited us.”

“That isn’t a lie,” Arwen sighed and her eyes caught something over Niamh’s shoulder. “Looks like Sorcha’s ready for you.”

Waves of anxiety ran through Niamh’s body as she turned to see the elder smiling gently at them, her hands folded in front of her body. Her stomach rolled, feeling like there was something living in there, threatening to come out. She nodded hesitantly and walked slowly towards her, surprised her limbs were able to keep her upright.

“Your lord is ready for you, m'iníon,” Sorcha smiled, extending one wrinkled hand to her to take. Niamh took it as she took a calming breath. The older woman squeezed her hand and led her to the opening of the tent.

Everyone is there. The elders were sitting at the back of the tent as the families and others sat on the sides. The orange glow of the fire licked along every surface, casting shadows on everyone’s faces. Niamh’s eyes searched the faces she had known her whole life, eyes resting on Arwen and her aunt. Her friend gave her a gentle smile, fingers coming up to give a tiny wave before she nodded slightly to her left. Niamh followed her friend’s gesture, eyes resting on the dark-haired, lithe man with dark leather and cloth draping his body. His features seemed sharper now than they were when she and Arwen peeked through the crack earlier. He was sitting in the chair used for all the men that came to claim their wives during Beltane, the large rowen chair seemed to be even larger as this man, her betrothed, was smaller than the others. The other men seemed inhumanly tall and wider than any yew trees that she had ever seen. Where he had raven-like hair and a smooth face, the others had white hair and beards, so white that it made their rough skin look almost blue. This lord seemed to be the exact opposite of what the North King sent to her clan.

Niamh felt Sorcha pull her; she didn’t realize she was rooted at the entrance, staring at the man that she was supposed to vow her life to. She followed the elder towards the front, everyone bowing their heads as she passed. With each step she took, her stomach twisted further into knots. For the first time since finding out she was the céile maighdean, she wished her mother was there leading her, holding her hand, handing her off to a strange man with words of encouragement, not with a look like a deal was made.

“Your lordship,” Sorcha stated loudly, bowing to the raven haired man, “may I present you your betrothed, Niamh.”

His bright eyes curiously raked over her as Sorcha stepped away from her, dropping her hand. Niamh never felt so exposed as she watched him take her in slowly, and her stomach churned seeing the corner of his mouth twitch upwards. What did that look mean?

“Thank you,” the lord replied, never taking his eyes off her.

Niamh tore her eyes away from him to look at Sorcha. She knew this was where she was to go and take the seat next to him, but fear had her rooted and looking to the elder to change her mind. Sorcha’s eyes enlarged slightly as she gave the tiniest nod towards the dark lord and let go of Niamh’s hand.

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johnwalkerhater · 6 months

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Loki season 2 bingo!!!! I’m a little late and haven’t watched these two episodes (YET)

I’ll fill it in after it ends >:)

#Loki #loki season 2 #Loki bingo #mcu #marvel

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livingdeadvoid · 10 months

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Selfcest was not on my Loki season one bingo card...

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gotlostonmywayhome · 1 year

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Title: A Price to Pay Pairing: Tony Stark/Loki Word Count: 584 Tags: Fantasy AU, Shifter Tony, Making a deal, Open Ending Summary: Stealing from a powerful wizard comes with consequences.

Written for several bingos: @lokibingo - B4: Witty Comebacks @frostironflashbingo - SFW Card 4: Proposal @tonystarkbingo - Myths and Legends

A Price to Pay is available to read on AO3!

#frostiron #frostiron flash bingo #tonystarkbingo #loki bingo #tony stark #loki laufeyson #fantasy au #frostiron fanfic #frostiron fanart

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iamartemisday · 2 years

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Title: Mer Written for: @augustwritingchallenge- Underwater AU @lokibingo Square B4- Fantasy AU @janefosterbingo Square O4- Star Pairing: Loki/Jane Rating: T Warnings: N/A Summary: "What's it like down there?""I could show you," the merman said, his voice like velvet, "please, let me show you..."

#Lokane #Loki #Jane Foster #Loki Bingo #Jane Foster Bingo 2022 #AugustWritingChallenge #au_gust #au_gust_2022 #Bingo Fill #Prompt Fill

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cailjei · 2 years

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Loki Bingo Masterpost

Free Space (N3): Revelations

Wallflower (N4): Wallflowers

They were written for @lokibingo ! Thank you for organizing this wonderful event! Hopefully next time I'll manage more squares 😊

#loki bingo #masterpost

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mslaevateinn · 2 years

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Laevateinn’s Loki bingo masterpost

It’s slightly late (a day?), but here is my masterpost for the @lokibingo

Sadly, I didn’t get to do much for this round... only 4 posts. I do have more idas for Loki though, so I would definitely sign up for another round!

B3 - Haunted house Stucky meets Destiel... sort of Steve/Bucky, Loki/Brunhilde - T - 2.2k Steve, Bucky, Natasha and Sam are invited to the Odinsons Halloween party. Shenanigans ensue

I4 - Loki/Sam Wilson Duck, Buck! vague friendship between Bucky, Loki and Sam - T - 1k Loki randomly popping up in his quarters is nothing too alarming. Loki looking bored is quite common. Loki looking very pleased and very much like the cat who got the cream - and the canary... is not very reassuring.

N4 - The floor is Lava A Weird kind of paintball Bucky/Steve (background) - T - 720 Things get interesting when Loki is involved in a paintball game.

G5 - You. My dear. Are worthy of being loved. Flowers for a beautiful flower Darcy/Loki - T - 350 (+ moodboard) One day, Loki surprises Darcy.

#loki bingo #Loki #Masterpost #Laevateinn #Darcy Lewis x Loki #Brunhilde x Loki

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natendo-art · 5 days

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✨ Let me take care of you ✨ . . There is only one person who is allowed to take care of Mobius when he’s sick 🥺💕 If his fever is too high Loki has the perfect remedy 🥺💕

#mobius #loki series #marvel mcu #mcu #tva #loki season 2 #mobius m mobius #lokius #loki laufeyson #tva loki #jotun form #lokius bingo

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daisybell17 · 3 months

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TOM HOLDING A “LOKIUS ENDGAME” SIGN WAS NOT…I REPEAT

NOT

IN MY 2024 BINGO CARD

WHAT THE FUCK—😀

LOKIUS NATION STAYS WINNING 🔥💪‼️

#loki #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki god of mischief #loki marvel #lokius #loki tom hiddleston #loki x mobius #mobius m mobius #lokius nation #lokius is real #loki loves mobius #tom hiddleston #lokius nations stays winning #bingo card #2024 bingo

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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... Who's the fairest of them all?

PAIRING | FWB!Loki Laufeyson x FWB!Avenger!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | ~ 800 words

SUMMARY | After your last experience in front of your life-size mirror, you switch roles, and Loki happily lets you take the lead. From telling him how to touch himself to showing him how perfect he is as he reaches his highs, he will never get enough of it, and he might just be convinced to switch roles more often.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship (Friends with benefits), use of nickname (Gorgeous, Handsome)

SMUT | Porn without plot, D/S undertones, mirror sex, handjob, male and female masturbation, voyeurism, oral (M receiving), facial/cumshot on face, cum swallowing

A/N | I want to thank everyone for their amazing support on part 1 of this story! I planned part 2 quite a few months ago, but life got in the way so I had to postpone the writing and posting. Regardless, I hope you will all enjoy this, and I want to give my endless love to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this! 💜

EVENTS Masterlist | @fluffbruary | Kneel Masterlist | @fandom-free-bingo | Voyeur

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Source

Main Masterlist | Loki Laufeyson Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Part 1

Loki is back on earth for a few weeks, and you are making the most of your time together. Not only do you spend a lot of time in the bedroom, but you also do other fun things together, like going out for lunch or the movies and taking walks through New York as the leaves finally turn green again.

But now? Now you're sitting in front of your mirror again; Loki's legs are spread wide as your feet are hooked over them, your head resting on his shoulder as you sit behind him. Your eyes are focused on his in the mirror, a red blush adorning the pale skin of Loki's body as he's looking back at you.

''Look at you, standing proud like that,'' you whisper in his ear as your line of sight trails down to his cock, standing at attention against his abdomen. It's long and slender, but it manages to hit your g-spot every time, and its veins make it a pleasurable experience each time, whether you're using your hands, mouth, or one of your other two holes.

''You can touch yourself, Handsome, just the way I know you want to,'' you say as your hands move from his sides to his inner thighs, squeezing the flesh there softly as his hand moves to his cock, giving it a few loose strokes as his head falls back.

''Eyes on the mirror,'' you order him, and he instantly does, not wanting to disobey you. You praise him for listening to you so well, and you can feel yourself getting wetter in your panties. You're still in the lingerie you wore for him while he's completely bare, making it all the more exciting for both of you.

''Can't get enough of watching you pleasure yourself, Handsome; it makes me so fucking wet for you,'' you tell him as you watch him for a few minutes before pulling back your legs and getting off the bed, walking in front of him until you're standing between his legs, making room for you to kneel between them just the way he likes.

His hands glide into your hair as you look up at him, giving him a mischievous smile he knows all too well. You lean forward and capture his tip with your mouth, suckling on it with hollowed cheeks while looking up at him the entire time. Your hand wraps around the base as you let go with your mouth, ready to give him his next instruction.

''I want you to keep watching yourself in the mirror, Handsome; I want you to see how amazing you look as I make you cum in my mouth,'' you tell him, and he swallows thickly before looking back at the mirror. He can see how your legs are slightly spread, your fingers finding their home between them to give you some relief, too.

Your soft lips wrap around him again, this time slowly working more of him into your mouth as you revel in the moans spilling from Loki's lips, smiling around his cock. It doesn't take long for you to have worked every last inch of him into your mouth and throat, setting a pace that has him groaning uncontrollably, and it only wants to make you rub your clit faster, your high nearing too.

''G-Gorgeous, please, can I cum? Need- need to cum!'' Loki begs, and you decide to focus more on his tip, your hand working him in a rapid motion as you're nearing your high as well. It doesn't take long for you to fall over the edge as you moan around his cock, and that's exactly what turns out to be Loki's downfall as well.

''Oh, fuck! 'm cumming Gorgeous, gonna cum for you, fucking swallow it!'' he says as he looks at himself in the mirror, his chest rising up and down quickly as his orgasm washes over him, and as soon as the first spurts of cum coat your tongue you let go with a pop. His cum lands on your stuck-out tongue, cheeks, and even in your hair and your forehead from the force behind it.

When he's done, you lick every last drop from your lips and scoop some off with your fingers, too, as Loki lets himself fall backward onto your bed. You get up and present your fingers to him, and he gladly opens his mouth to lick your fingers clean.

''Good boy, but this was only the beginning because I have many more plans for us tonight,'' you tell him as you crawl onto his lap, the soaked fabric of your lingerie feeling like it's too much on his sensitive cock, but he enjoys it too much to stop you, regardless. You keep praising him endlessly, and it's in that moment he decides he will let you take control more often, as long as you keep telling him how good he's doing for you.

He always wants to be your good boy.

#fluffbruary 2024 #fandom-free-bingo #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson fanfiction #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufeyson smut #loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki smut

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securitybreach · 5 months

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Frostiron Rec List Fake Relationship

Sharpen Your Teeth by STARSdidathing: A betrayed Tony Stark leaves the Avengers. He's angry and bitter but he's not about to stop being a hero. The problem is that not everyone is happy with his decision (2015 - 2022, mature)

Charade by @Rabentochter: Perhaps Tony was getting a bit sick of only pretending to be with Loki (2021, teen and up audiences)

Closer to the Heart by @izhunny: Loki, a bit worse for wear and not quite himself after a long stint as the Aesir King, is returned to Earth, adrift, without a proper goal, homeland, or friend. Tony, surviving on autopilot, and falling into old habits post nuke-regifting and consciously uncoupling with Pepper, admits it isn’t much of a life, but it beats the alternative, probably. After Loki’s sudden abdication and departure, Thor must cope with Asgard and post break-up issues of his own as the new monarch. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown, or so he’s learning. (2021, explicit)

You Snooze, You Lose by STARSdidathing: When Loki decides to reject Tony after a single night together, Tony is left hurt and angry. When Bucky Barnes notices and offers a strange suggestion, Tony is all set to say no. But when Loki angers him again, Tony decides to get some of his own back. What better way to show he doesn't care than to kiss another guy in the tower? (2022, teen and up audience)

Yes or No by @amidnight--dreary: Sick of people giving him shit for not being owned, Tony collars himself to make people think he has a Dom. For some reason, Loki develops a bit of an obsession - and for some reason, when Loki learns the truth and makes an insane suggestion, Tony says yes. (2022 - 2023, explicit)

This is my contribution for the @frostironflashbingo card 5, Fake Relationship, October to December 2023.

Thank you so much for your great work, guys! You're the best ♥♥♥

#frostiron flash bingo #rec list #my rec lists #loki #tony stark #frostiron #fic recs #frostiron fic recs

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kcscribbler · 9 days

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Lokius Bingo Event

Calling all Lokius fans!

The Automat discord server is going to be running a Lokius-themed bingo card event very soon.

We'd like to invite you to join us (feel free to DM me for an invite), and submit bingo card prompts via this form. You can see full rules in this post on the server.

The form will be open until we reach at least 200 prompts, to give a wide enough variety without a ton of repeats. Once that happens, we'll be posting a link to the card request form and a post containing full rules for the event.

Please note: this is a Lokius-themed event, so prompt fills will need to at least be adaptable to or revolve primarily around those characters.

Feel free to reblog and share links as you see fit, and thank you!

#loki #loki series #lokius #fanfic #fanart #discord #lokius bingo #mobius m mobius #mobius #tva loki

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burnthatbridge · 5 months

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time will pass, darling (but my feelings, they won't)

lokius | M | 15k | angst, domestic, getting together Loki visits Mobius on the timeline, but he can never stay.

A year’s worth of time passes before Mobius sees Loki again.

Maybe exactly a year, maybe not. Mobius couldn’t say. The immediate days after Loki made his sacrifice, saved the TVA, saved them all, had passed in a blur. Mobius at the TVA, still, but not present there, not really, caught in that last moment before Loki vanished through the rift and haunted by the prospect of what to do next. If you never look, you’ll never know.

After he leaves and returns to the timeline, his timeline, it’s not particularly any less of a blur. He looks. He knows. Knows what he was taken from, knows what was stolen from him. A family, a home.

It hurts more and less than it should.

He tells Sylvie he’s going to wait there for a little bit. And he does. He waits, and he doesn’t admit to himself what he’s waiting for. He knows this too, but he won’t permit himself to think it. Futile, foolish hope: it would cut him worse than any blade he has faced.

He waits, though not exactly in the spot Sylvie leaves him. It turns out, when Don heads inside, and the sun sets, and his sons are tucked into bed, that it gets chilly out on the dark street. That, and several dog walkers have looked askance at him, standing there, hands on his hips, staring at the house across the street, his house, and seeing something else.

He gets a motel that first night, the next few. Sleeps fitfully, grateful to, lest he dream of all he has gained and what he’s going to do about it. Lest he dream of all he has lost and how he’s going to live without it.

The TVA — Casey specifically — had appropriated some funds for Mobius, to get him on his feet. That, and paperwork that gives him the alias Matthew M Mobius (and the M doesn’t stand for Mobius anymore, so he’s down two out of three). He can’t be another Don; it’s odd enough that his doppelgänger moves in on the same block without their names being identical too.

Because that’s what he does. It’s not perhaps the best of ideas, but he doesn’t know what else to do. The TVA wasn’t fulfilling for him anymore, not like it is for B-15, but he doesn’t crave life the way Sylvie does either, isn’t content to head off into the sunset and never look back. Isn’t content at all.

The house he rents is comfortable enough, even if it is the worst on the block, not like the one Don, he, owns. It’s small and the interior is tired, faded wallpaper and scuffed floors, and the garden has run wild with neglect. But it has everything he needs: a bed to sleep in and a table to eat at and a roof over his head to shelter him. But despite the sun streaming through the windows, even with the thermostat turned all the way up, the chill never seems to leave him.