#and mobius always wanted that for them so he makes himself move on then loki not only appears again physically fighting to be with him

[mobius-m-mobius]

He'll make it back.

Loki 1x05 // 2x01

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #dianagifs #owenwilsonedit #marvel #for the anon who asked about my fav parallel this is it!! #for now anyway... 👀 #forever a cautious optimist lol #the way loki finally isn't running they WANT to stay they WANT to come back to the only person who's ever grounded them... #in s1 mobius has already accepted he'll probably never see loki again that they'll be on to bigger better things #and mobius always wanted that for them so he makes himself move on then loki not only appears again physically fighting to be with him #but also making clear to everyone there's mutual respect and care and trust in being able to make things better including themselves #fun fact no one in their entire lives has ever put either of them first but each other so please enjoy thinking about that for eternity 🫠 #loki s2 spoilers

[flowersbian]

thinking about that season 1 mobius is basically:

"there's this god ive been obsessing over studying for my entire life. i know everything about their life from beginning to end. i know all their tricks, i know all their tells, i know how they'll react if i do something, i know all of the games they play, etc. etc. etc."

and then he giddily jogs to the courtroom because he pulled the strings to get this Loki kept around long enough for a trial, just so he can save their life and then subsequently give them space to heal emotionally and be themself (silly, chaotic) without any dangerous consequences. He also proves to Loki that they're not a monster, that everyone makes mistakes, that their past does not have to define their future, that they can be cared for and care for in return. He gives them a place to let down the walls that were permanently in place; he doesn't push for progress aggressively, but he doesn't relent with his gentle probing.

He gives Loki the opportunity to learn how to be a friend. He allows him to make mistakes, and he proves to them that other people can make mistakes and own up to them and move on.

I doubt Loki would consider Mobius a bad person, or say, a monster, do you? Despite the fact that Mobius has (either directly or indirectly) killed millions more than Loki has.

I think that's so important to think about too-- Mobius moves on and decides instead of wallowing in his past, he'll fix the future. An inspiration for Loki if I ever saw one; Loki's always hung up on their past (their legacy, their heritage, their actions, etc.)

Season 2 Mobius continues not giving a shit about his past, too, which I feel like should be mentioned because that!! Is very important to his character!!! He does NOT linger in the past-- until Loki's gone.

When Loki's gone, he doesn't know what to do with himself, because what was once his glorious purpose is now no longer there for him to study. So he has nothing to look forward to- in his brain, there's no future to think of, not when his past has the thing he wants.

I habe so much more to say about Mobius oh my GOD

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[ilaytrapsfortroubadours]

Lokius Headcanons pt 4

(kinda angsty edition)

Loki never realized his love language was physical touch until he met Mobius. Even before they became anything more than friends, Loki couldn’t deny the flicker of warmth that went through him every time Mobius patted him on the shoulder, or laid a steadying hand on his back. He used to spend nights kept awake by the memory of their shared embrace at the end of time. Whenever things back at the TVA took a turn for the worst, he’d replay the moment in his mind. He’d relish in the memory of arms around him, securing him, holding him like he was worth something. No matter what he did, he couldn’t claw the heavy feeling of yearning out of his chest. Loki wanted so badly to ask Mobius for that again. He knew Mobius would give it. But still, that part of him, that defensive, terrified, violent part of him, always prevented it, at least back during the early TVA days.

Mobius is self destructive in nature, a trait he shares with Loki. He’ll work himself to the point of endangering his health, he’ll consume caffeine until he becomes physically ill, he’s even killed a few particularly evil and dangerous variants in a violent rage with his bare hands. He lets his anger, anxiety, and exhaustion build until he either lashes out or becomes essentially catatonic. Loki tries with all he has to prevent this. Every chance he has, he’ll ask Mobius how he’s doing, prompting him to vent any negative emotions or anxieties he may be holding onto. He’ll keep a close eye on Mobius when he has a project to work on, making sure he won’t work himself death. And if Mobius can’t hold back a breakdown, if he needs to spend a day in bed, not moving or talking, Loki will lay next to him. Sometimes Loki will talk to him, tell him stories, whisper reassurances. Other times they won’t talk for hours, although Loki’s hand will remain in his, a silent “You’re not alone. I’m here.”

Loki’s self destructive tendencies, compared to Mobius’, are much more specific and deliberate, almost like a subconscious punishment. Whenever he’s in a particularly bad spiral of self loathing, the first thing he subconsciously prevents himself from getting is adequate sleep. As the days go by, he’ll sleep less and less until he finds himself not sleeping at all. The ability to function and fulfill basic human needs dwindles pretty quickly after that. He’s done this all his life, and for a long time, barely anyone noticed. Mobius notices now, though, frighteningly quickly. He’ll pick up on the bags under Loki’s eyes, or the grayish tint of his face, or the constant trembling of his hands. He’ll convince Loki to have some food and water before leading them both to lay down in their bedroom, trying to coax him into getting some sleep. It isn’t much of a fight once Mobius gently pulls Loki down to lay his head on his chest, the agent wrapping his arms securely around him, holding him closely as he finally sleeps.

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[blackleatherjacketz]

I See You

Loki x Mobius

Summary: Mobius tries his best to get over Loki... until he sends him a sign on Christmas.

Notes: This is my very angsty, very early contribution to @sarahscribbles and their Christmas Loki Fic event. It's how I'm dealing with the pain of the finale. Enjoy!

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The bright neon ‘Open’ sign flickers as Mobius sits down at the very first booth available, unbuttoning his suit jacket to get more comfortable in his seat. He gazes over the menu, glancing aimlessly over the words he’d seen dozens of times before in hundreds of different combinations, only none of them seem to make any sense to him at the moment. If he was being completely honest with himself, nothing had really made sense to him anymore; not after he left.

No amount of coffee he drank could sustain him. The food he ate lacked its usual flavor as the air felt flat and stale against his face, even if he was out on the water and the sun was still shining. He couldn’t sleep, yet he was always tired; too exhausted to wear his body out during the day to fall into a restful state at night. Instead he found himself staring at the ceiling with a bottle of whiskey in his hand as reruns of M.A.S.H. played in the background. That theme song seemed to be the only real form of comfort he was able to find until his body finally gave in, and his weeping eyes fell shut.

He could have kept his old life back at the TVA, but the pain of being there, of walking the same halls and touching the same surfaces without him at his side was just too much to bear. There was no way he could have stayed with all those memories haunting him like a ghost that everyone else saw and heard, but refused to address directly. He tried taking on other cases to distract himself, to get back into the practice of helping others, but he was of no use to them while his mind remained elsewhere.

He’d never felt more alone in his entire life.

He was stupid enough to think that he could fix this empty feeling by simply visiting some of Loki’s variants before he retired. He thought that if he at least saw his face or heard his voice again, it would be enough to place a cool balm over the gaping wound his sudden absence had carved into his soul. But not one of his variants knew who he was. None of them cared about him or found an excuse to touch him instead of admitting that they desired human contact, that they needed that closeness they were so deprived of as a child. None of them would fix his tie or grab hold of his arm just to bring him near, or even brush an eyelash off his cheek as those icy blues of theirs stared at him for just a little too long. None of them cared about anyone else besides themselves. None of them were ‘his Loki’.

Seeing their faces as they spoke down to others only made the pain that much worse, tugging at his insides as the man he came to know and love seemed to be even further away than before. So, he thought that a change of scenery might help, that if he let time pass in a completely different part of the world that he’d somehow be able to forget about him. About all of it, and eventually move on. But no matter where he went, no matter how hot or how cold, he always seemed to feel that nagging sense of longing, that inevitable… void inside him.

He always found himself wanting to tell ‘his Loki’ all about his new experiences, about the things that he saw or the people he met, to see what his reaction might be. He imagined that he’d raise his eyebrows at him in a sly, amused manner like he always used to, holding back his laughter with a tilt of his head. Or maybe he’d…

“Ready to order, sugar?” The waitress approaches him with her notepad, pulling him out of his thoughts and into the present as he remembers to look over the menu.

“I think I’m gonna need a minute,” he tells her, eyeing a faded picture of a club sandwich on the laminated piece of paper. “But I’ll start with a cup of coffee.”

“Sure thing.” She scribbles onto her notebook and leaves him to his thoughts.

It wasn’t fair. Any of it. How he’d run down those stairs so quickly without saying goodbye, that look in his eyes wet with sorrow as his lips pressed into a thin fine line. Sure, he’d saved everyone in the process, but what good was that if he had to go on living without him? What was the point of going out into the world if he had no one to share it with? It’s not like there were people here on earth he could openly talk to about his experiences, that there was anyone on any of the timelines who could possibly understand his plight.

Mobius stares at the empty seat across from him, wistfully imagining Loki’s tall, slender frame cramped into the squeaky old booth as he sighs in reluctant acceptance. He wonders, just for a second, what kind of coat he would have chosen to wear in the bitter cold of December as the snow falls down from the blackened sky. He fantasizes about how gorgeous his raven locks would’ve looked littered with the thousand different designs of snowflakes falling onto them, wondering if he’d brush them away or simply let them melt onto his skin. He wonders if he’d fall down if he took him skating at an ice rink, those long legs of his betraying him. He wonders how he’d feel about cozying up and watching a cheesy Christmas movie with a cup of hot cocoa.

DING DING!

Mobius turns in his seat as the diner’s door bell jingles, opening to a young man with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He’s about eighteen or twenty years old, brown hair with deeply saddened eyes as he looks around the nearly empty restaurant before sitting down awkwardly at the booth directly across from him. He can tell that the boy’s been crying, his insistent sniffling giving away the fact that his reddened nose and cheeks weren’t just from the frigid cold outside.

Why would a kid like that be alone, like him, on Christmas?

The waitress hands Mobius his coffee with a plate of cream and sugar on the side before walking up to the stranger, turning over her piece of paper for a new order. “What’ll ya have, sugar?”

Oh, I guess she calls everybody that.

The boy looks down at the menu, squinting a little to see through his saline soaked eyes before they seem to flash a shade of green. He smiles and looks up at her, confidently setting the menu down on the tabletop. “I’ll have a slice of key lime pie, oh and uh… one for him, too, please.” He points directly at Mobius with a mischievous grin.

What the shit?

The waitress nods and walks away.

“I’m sorry, did you just order me a slice of pie?” It hurt him too much to say the full name of the flavor out loud. Stupid, he knows, but he’ll get over it eventually.

The boy shakes his head as if to rid himself of the snowflakes that have landed on top of his head. “Huh?”

Mobius leans forward in his seat as his heart skips an expectant beat, pointing at him accusingly. “Did you just order me a slice of pie?” He repeats himself.

“Did I? Yeah, I guess I did.” He looks just as confused as he is, looking out at the dreary holiday weather before glancing back at him. “Look sir, I’m sorry. I can’t really explain it, but something told me to come to this diner tonight and order that specific thing.”

Something? What the hell was he talking about? It couldn’t be…

Mobius just stares at the young man, his mouth agape as the waitress sets down each of their slices in front of them. They’re almost identical to the ones he and Loki ate together at the TVA, right down to the very color and the candied lime on top as garnish. “What?”

The boy puts his hands up in defense, twisting his face with worry as if he expects to be met with anger and aggression.

Mobius knew that Loki was out here beyond time and space holding their universe together, that their lives were literally in his hands, but he didn’t know exactly how closely he was watching, or if he could actually see him at all. He didn’t know if he could interfere with even the smallest of events, but now he knows he’d be remiss to think otherwise. How else would this boy know to order that exact thing for him? How else would he know to come here to find him, all alone on Christmas night?

There’s no such thing as coincidence.

“Yeah,” is all Mobius can think to say, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thanks, kid.” He picks up his fork and digs into the bright green triangle.

“Sir? Can I sit with you?” The boy asks, quickly standing up with his plate and doing so anyway.

“Umm, yeah, sure, I, uh…” he stammers, half wanting to stay in the dark abyss of his memories instead of being present with this stranger who seems to be a little… wait a minute. Mobius recognizes him from his file at the TVA.

He was no stranger to the multiverse at all.

His grief had blinded him to the suffering of this child, this lonely wanderer who had just recently lost all of his friends and family, too. Mobius was so down about losing just one person, that he didn’t notice this kid who had no one else left. His name was Peter something, Peter… Parker, if he remembered correctly, the spider kid. Their stories weren’t the same by any means, but they were definitely in the same boat, both of them trying to stay afloat in worlds that no longer knew them.

“I see you,” he whispers to himself, hoping that Loki can hear him.

“Thanks, Mister…” the boy trails off before taking a bite, tilting his head in hopes of getting his name.

Mobius thinks of giving him the name of his alias, of keeping up the ruse he’d put on for the rest of the world, but decides that Peter could be the one person he tells his real name to. That he could at least give him that. It is Christmas, after all.

“I’m Mobius.” He states confidently, holding out his hand for him to shake.

“I’m…” he begrudgingly finishes his bite, trying not to make it too obvious that he doesn’t quite like the flavor.

“Peter.” He shakes his hand without thinking about what he just called him, the first genuine smile crossing his lips since he left the TVA. “I know.”

The boy’s eyes fill up with tears, his lips quivering as he tries his best to press them together, still holding onto Mobius’ hand in a redundant shaking motion. “You know me?”

Mobius nods in silence, holding back his own tears as he allows himself to hold space for this kid who has to be even more scared than he is. “Something like that.”

“But I don’t remember meeting you, Doctor Strange said that no one else could…”

“I know.” He whispers, wondering if this is Loki’s way of comforting him until he figures out how to come back; someone to help him get through the pain of it all, and vice versa. “It’s gonna be okay, kid. Let’s just say that we know a few of the same people.”

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[mimisempai]

Reach for what you want

Summary

For the first time, Loki and Mobius have slept together in Mobius's bed, and whether it's one or the other, when they wake up, they find it hard to believe that this is their new reality.

Notes

They both need to learn that they have the right to want and reach out for what they want.

On Ao3

Rating G - 1038 words

Softness.

Warmth.

Comfort.

These were the first things Loki was aware of when he awoke.

Then he became aware of a warm body against his own, strands of hair tickling his chin, a head resting on his chest, an arm wrapped around his waist and legs entwined with his own.

A breath against his skin.

He'd been so used to waking alone for so long that it took him a while to realize where he was and who he was with.

Then he opened his eyes to see the man snuggled against him and it all came back to him. 

He couldn't help but smile at the memory of last night.

When Loki had tried to get up to go back to his room, Mobius had grabbed his wrist and of course the god had not resisted when the other man had whispered in a hoarse voice, "Stay."

He had stayed, and they had fallen asleep like that in Mobius' bed.

Come to think of it, Loki wondered if the way Mobius had wrapped his arms around him and tangled his legs with his was a way of making sure that Loki wouldn't leave while he slept.

Truthfully, if Mobius hadn't done it, it would have been Loki who would have clung to him in his sleep. After so many forced separations, it was clear that it would take time for both of them to realize that they were no longer in danger of losing each other.

The way Mobius slept so trustingly against him made Loki feel like he was holding something precious. Mobius knew everything about him, and yet he trusted him without restriction.

"Loki, I've studied almost every moment of your life. You've literally stabbed people in the back 50 times."

And yet, since their reconciliation in the time cell, Mobius had never hesitated to walk in front of him with his back to him. 

Trusting that Loki would never hurt him. 

Trusting as no one had ever trusted Loki. 

For while the others had always believed that Loki was capable of the worst, Mobius had always believed that Loki was capable of the best.

From the beginning, even when Loki didn't believe he was capable of it.

"A villain."

"That's not how I see it."

Mobius. His hero.

His throat tight with emotion, Loki wrapped his arms around the other man and continued to watch him sleep.

At some point, he must have fallen asleep again, for he awoke much later when he felt Mobius' body move against his own.

He opened his eyes to find himself facing Mobius' gaze, which whispered in a sleepy voice, "Hey there."

"Hey," Loki replied, a slight smile on his lips.

"You... are still here... " Mobius said quietly, unable to hide the joy in his voice.

Loki chuckled softly and replied, "You asked me to stay. So nothing could force me to leave."

Mobius raised his hand and gently touched Loki's chest, asking a little hesitantly, "I'm not in a dream, am I?"

Loki asked with a confused expression, "What?"

Mobius replied in a joking tone, trying to hide the seriousness of his first question, "I'm still not used to you being here. So excuse me if I feel like I'm in a dream right now."

Loki kissed his forehead and replied in a serious voice, "This is reality, Mobius, I'm here and I'm not leaving.

"Are we really doing this?" Mobius asked cautiously.

"Doing what?" asked Loki, confused.

Mobius took Loki's hand and intertwined their fingers, explaining, "Well, you and me... together?"

"Looks like it," Loki replied quietly.

Mobius looked up at him and asked quietly, "Is that really what you want?"

Other people would have missed the slight hint of worry in Mobius' voice, but not Loki. 

So, knowing that, he answered firmly, his eyes in Mobius', "Yes, that's what I want."

And also because he knew what he wanted. 

As much as he knew the god he wanted to be, he knew what his heart wanted.

Fortunately, the two were not incompatible.

His love for Mobius gave him the strength to be the god he wanted to be, the god they needed.

Mobius, always pushing Loki to say what he wanted, but never demanding anything for himself. 

Never saying what he wanted.

As if he thought he had no right to.

But Loki would change that.

So he asked him gently, "And you, Mobius, is this what you want?"

Mobius nodded slowly before answering, "Yes." Then, as Loki brought his face close to his, he added in a lower voice, his breath tickling the god's lips, "More than anything."

Loki smiled softly, then closed the distance between their lips and kissed him gently.

When he pulled away, Mobius said playfully, "Now I'm sure this isn't a dream. We never kiss in my dreams."

Loki replied in the s"

He captured Mobius' lips again in a deeper kiss that lingered until they had to separate to catch their breath.

Mobius raised his hand to Loki's face, then paused before raising it again, then pausing again.

Loki took it and placed it on his own cheek before saying softly, "Reach, Mobius. Dare. Don't hold back because you think your touch will be unwelcome. I think you know me enough to be sure that I'm capable of telling you to stop if I don't want you to do something."

Mobius, his hand still on Loki's cheek, replied, "That's not something you learn at the TVA. To have desires and follow them. Because as soon as you do, they either erase your memory or make you understand that you can't. I think you've understood that. So it's going to take some time for this to become natural. If you can be patient."

Loki leaned his head into Mobius' hand on his cheek and replied, "I can be patient because it's worth it. You're worth it, Mobius."

Mobius pulled him close to kiss him one last time, slowly and deeply, and then, a smile on his lips, Loki murmured softly, "Yes, just like that.

Just like that.

They both had to learn that it was okay to want and to reach for what they wanted and they were doing it.

Together.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Timeless Growing love : here (After season 2)

Lokius masterlist : here

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[taraljc]

Even more Loki meta. The most Loki meta of Loki meta. Part 2

The Loom is a metaphor for the broken system. The quest to try and fix the broken system is what gave each of the characters the opportunity to evolve. To answer the important questions. At their core, who are they? Who are they becoming? What do they want? What are they willing to sacrifice?

B15 showed the TVA that they had to change. Even the hardline General Dox in the end accepted that. Instead of the TVA erupting into factions and violence, they told everyone the truth: they were variants. They had their lives erased. They had been stolen, repurposed, lied to, and they had been mindlessly giving up their own free will. Absolved of any wrongdoing, because the Timekeepers dictated the proper flow of time. Someone above their pay grade had taken the burden of all those the hard choices onto their own shoulders. The Timekeepers made it easy for them. People like easy. So, they put their heads down and woke up every day doing their small parts enforcing a broken system, committing genocide over and over again in order to have the promise of a paradise that was only ever an illusion.

They had to individually and as a group recognise that every being on every timeline deserved a chance. That they were exactly like them. That they all mattered. They had to decide who they were now, and who they wanted to become. They had to take up the burden they had so long ago given away, and learn how to make their own choices. Especially the difficult ones. That from now on, no-one was paving their way, giving them a set path to follow. That choice didn’t always breed shame and uncertainty and regret.

The TVA isn't full of mindless fascist drones. The TVA aren't time cops. The TVA can be the equivalent of social services, first responders, and support for the entire multiverse. The massive bureaucratic machine that was originally built to limit reality can be repurposed to support the growth of new worlds because unlike the loom, the TVA was made up of people. And people can and do change.

Sylvie believes she had freed the multiverse. She used HWR’s TemPad to monitor the timelines for his variants, and only stepped in when Victor Timely was weaponised and became a threat. She learned that killing Timely was not her only solution. That killing was not the only solution. She learned to recognise the toxic anger and hatred inside her was slowly poisoning her and she needed to let it and Renslayer and her obsession go in order to move forward. She learned she was able to let people in, form connections, find a home and put down roots. The price she paid was losing the first friends she had ever made. Severing the first real connection in her life. And she deemed that an acceptable loss. Loki was collateral damage.

Mobius is struggling to deal with losing the most significant relationship in his long life, and the one person who truly knew him because she had been his partner for as long as he could remember. The big picture had always been a lie. Most of all, he was struggling to accept he did not truly know himself. He was afraid to find out who he had been, because what if he didn’t like what he found? Or worse, what if he regretted his choice, and spent the rest of eternity mourning the life he’d never had?

In the end, it wasn’t Loki who got through to him. It was Sylvie taught him that he had to see who he had been, in order to figure out who he was becoming. To find a new purpose. And she helps Loki do the same. She forces him to stop running, look past the short-term goals of surviving minute to minute, and instead identify what he really wants.

And over the course of the series, he grows and evolves to the point where he is ready to accept that the system needs to be replaced with something better—but they need to find a way to do that without sacrificing the people of the TVA or the people of the multiverse. He confronts his fears: that he will not know who he is and where he truly belongs without the people who inspired him to become the best version of himself: Mobius, Sylvie, B15, Ouroboros, Casey, even Victor Timely.

HWR insists that to all Loki has to do is kill one person to save everyone else. But the price of that choice is continuing to exterminate entire realities every time the timeline branches. Acceptable losses. Collateral damage.

But Loki refuses to believe it’s a binary choice; all or nothing. He believes there must be another way, a third option. That becomes his new purpose.

And he tries. He tries so hard. He spends eons trying to find a loophole, and escape plan. He has always been good at escaping. Surviving terrible, painful losses. So, he keeps at it, desperately seeking an answer that will allow him to keep what he has found, without sacrifice. At first, it’s just trying to save this handful of people he loves. It expands to the whole of the TVA. And then, as all of existence is shredded right in front of his eyes, and he witnesses the collapse of reality as he knows it, he realises the stakes are so much higher. That there is so much more at stake.

He learns from Mobius that most purpose is more burden than glory. And that the scar tissue from a lifetime of the pain and loss are what allows you to live with the burden.

He learns from Sylvie, and all his own painful losses, that sometimes it’s okay to destroy something if there’s a hope that you can replace that thing with something better.

So, Loki asks himself the important questions: Who is he? Who is he becoming? What does he want?  What is he willing to sacrifice? And he realises the only answer. He realises where he belongs. He finds his glorious purpose when he sees the big picture. Growth and change are only possible once they are able to remove the filter that was set up to refine all of reality into one single strand. There can be no free will until the loom is destroyed.

So Loki is brave. He crosses the threshold and forces his way, one foot in front of the other, down that long walkway easily the length of his father’s throne room. He uses his power to destroy the loom that is killing the branches, and opens the door to the Citadel at the End of Time. He grasps the dying branches one by one and enchants them just as Sylvie taught him. He uses all that power not to destroy, but to heal them. To pour his power and his life into them, so that they cannot just survive but grow.

He steps off the broken bridge and begins to climb the steps to what is left of HWR’s seat of power. Even as the citadel crumbles around him, he climbs and as he climbs, all the gold gilds the broken chair, creating an echo of his father’s throne, Hliðskjálf. The highest perch in all of creation, with the widest view. As he ascends to his throne and takes his place upon it as God-King of the universe, the last vestiges of the citadel and HWR’s system falls to dust and blows away. And the multiverse is born.

Because Loki did it. He acquired everything he wanted, and he did it himself. Not because it was supposed to happen. But because rewrote the story. He dictated how his story begins. It was always his story.  He chose to write his own destiny, of his own free will. And at the centre of Yggdrasil, he is no longer afraid of being alone, because he is the beating heart of the entire multiverse. He is not alone, and he never will be because he is connected through the branches of the world tree to everyone he cares about.  

Loki becomes who he was always meant to be: The God of Stories.

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[lovetositinsilence]

How About a Slice of Pie?

The day Loki realized he was in love with Mobius while eating a disgusting slice of pie.

Loki x Mobius Words: 1,132 Tags: not sure how to tag this, it's just a self-indulgent cute thing, really. Loki is recovering from traumas. He also really wants to kiss Mobius. But we're not there yet. Just Loki thinking a lot Notes: just a little introspective piece about Loki's thoughts after the " Come on, you're the God of Mischief". I haven't been writing for a long time but I couldn't get his smile out of my head. This is the first time I post a fanfic here so I hope you'll enjoy this too <3

“Well, come on.” Mobius leaned a bit closer to Loki. “You’re the God of Mischief!”

Loki tilted his head and put the softest smile on. He needed to be reminded from time to time that he was, in fact, the God of Mischief. The one God those old myths and tales talked about, one of the most powerful deities in the Norse pantheon, one who was prayed to, feared, and admired. There was a voice in his head – and many more outside, but he didn’t struggle to ignore them as much – that did everything in its power to make him forget this. Being a loser was easier than trying to convince everyone and himself of being capable of more.

With his divine nature came the inevitable consequence of doing harm. It was just something X-5 – now Brad, apparently – said to provoke him, Loki knew that, but it wouldn’t have burned as deeply in his soul if it wasn’t something he repeated to himself every single day like a mantra, a memento of what he did to Thor, to his mother, to all those people, and a constant warning of what he could do to Mobius and everyone who rashly chose to be near him. He knew Brad was right, but then why? Why did Mobius seem not to care?

Loki’s gaze didn’t move from the man across the table – on one hand as a tacit thank you, on the other for the inability to do so. He found an unfamiliar warmth in the icy blue eyes in front of him, almost addicting. Those eyes that lit up in excitement for the unfamiliar, that crinkled at the edges with the joy of exploration, that were always eager to know more. How could they belong to a man satisfied with a dull life in a barren place like that? Mobius blabbered about going to the sea and owning a jet-ski so many times that Loki assumed he wouldn’t have thought twice about giving up the monotony of the TVA to reclaim the life he was denied. And yet there he was, “thanking the guy who got him that pie”.

Did he mean Loki? Why would Mobius thank him of all people, after everything he had done? Loki was unredeemable. What he deserved was to be alone, not to eat a probably-not-edible pie he was pretending to be enjoying in the company of a man who was putting his future – if a “future” even existed at the TVA – in Loki’s hands. He shattered everything Mobius believed in, he showed him the truth, but at what cost? Did Mobius want to see what laid behind the perfect facade the TVA carved out with so much care? He’d never asked, nor did he ever apologize.

Loki’s eyes remained fixed on Mobius, those eyes full of respect and admiration and-

There was something else, wasn’t it?

It wasn’t knowing that the man in front of him put all his trust in someone who didn’t deserve any, it wasn’t understanding the frustration of letting emotions take the reins, it wasn’t even the fuzzy feeling that the subtle praise suddenly caused. It was something more, something warmer. Something that made that nauseating gelatinous pie a bit more bearable.

He had experienced something similar in the past, although not identical. It happened when he and Sylvie shared a blanket on Lamentis. The feeling of having someone close, who understands, who is ready to fight against the world simply because you are by their side. However, he soon realized that was not what Sylvie wanted. When she shoved him through that time door he felt once again the world he was arduously putting together crumble into pieces, his only certainty slipping from his hand like a dagger he couldn’t properly wield.

He called it love. Later, he realized that perhaps it was not the proper word. Sympathy, maybe. Affection. Understanding. What he loved about Sylvie were those parts of her that echoed his own: the despair and resentment for all those years of isolation, of anger, of failure. He wanted to show her that she deserved happiness, despite her worst mistakes.

He needed to love and to be loved, to heal from a life of indifference. But Sylvie couldn’t give that to him. She sought revenge at a level Loki had seen and experienced before, a level he wasn’t ready to face again. He learned to push that hunger aside for his own sanity because he knew what it did if allowed to feast on your grudges. It consumed you to your very being, a blind and merciless beast, insatiable, relentless even through death.

Despite it all, what he learned from his time with Sylvie was that his worst sides didn’t make him unworthy of love. Yet, it took time to recover from a thousand years of rejection, and the question tormented him: why would Mobius enjoy being around him? That he didn’t know. But one thing was for sure. He enjoyed being around Mobius.

He enjoyed not having to fret over his past, he enjoyed knowing he could show his true self and his power without scaring him off, he simply enjoyed talking to him.

Perhaps the word he earlier used improperly finally found its true meaning.

Love.

The last time he was asked about love he babbled about a dagger, some metaphorical nonsense that came to his mind on the spot to prove what a good orator he was. But maybe it wasn’t that dumb, maybe love really was like a dagger. One you need to learn how to use before losing your grip, and only once you’ve mastered it you get to choose whether to use it for good or evil.

Loki got to choose. He had a choice because he realized he was not unforgivable, he was not his father’s lies, he was not his worst mistakes. He could be a villain, but that wasn’t all. He realized he could be anything. He was not doomed.

He could be the hero of the story, he could even be a good brother one day, he could be trusted. Maybe he was capable of more.

Eventually, Loki returned to his dessert. While the pie obviously hadn’t changed on its own, Loki could have sworn it didn’t taste as bad as before. He might have just gotten used to it by that time, or maybe Mobius’ words sweetened it a little.

You’re the God of Mischief, he said. And Loki was pleased to be reminded.

Loki was the God of Mischief.

He now knew that he was capable of something surprising, enough to remind himself that he wasn’t condemned. Something his family had tried to teach him many times, but he was never able to learn.

He was capable of love.

#low key scared to post this hhh #loki #fanfic #loki fanfic #lokius #mobius #mcu #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction #loki fanfiction

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My Random Headcanons That Only Make Sense To Me -

Marvel Edition:

Loki would write fanfiction about Steve, it would be very detailed

The real reason behind why Loki's hair is getting shorter is because Mobius is eating Loki's hair in every episode, slow enough that he can't track it, (Mobius grazes like a cow) (I do not condone the Loki Series)

Bucky loves to be called 'Bucket', don't ask him way

Bucky likes a specific plum place that he likes to go to, even if it's an hour away

Sam loves to get his nails done, with or without color

Natasha is a snacker, she always has a snack; and on the counter, she becomes one

Thor likes to collect mugs, he has a cupboard full of them, next to the cupboard of Pop-Tarts

Tony likes to buy things with himself on it for the other Avenger's for holiday/birthday gifts; blankets, books, figures, pillowcases, shower curtains, mugs, shirts, socks, etc.

Loki likes to jumpscare the other Avengers, and because he is such a good influence, he drags Peter into it

Bucky is a nuisance at airport security

Wanda and Vision have Disney movie nights every Saturday

Steve loves to shake it off when no one's watching, jamming out in his room

Loki likes to move people's stuff around, making the other Avenger's do a double-take on whether they were remembering correctly

Thor steals blankets, he is a blanket-stealing-hog; no one wants to sit next to him/share blankets because they'd end up cold

Thor is a huge Betty White fan, that's it

Bucky and Sam are amazing at ice skating (so is Natasha)

Clint is scared of clowns

Bug spray does effect Peter, it burns like water that's too hot

Besides being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Peter likes to take care of people's dogs

Bruce can all asleep anywhere, ANYWHERE; couches, face on table, in a jet, car, plane, bike, spaceship, someone's lap, on the counter, the headrest of a chair, anywhere!

#my headcanons #headcanons #marvel headcanons #mcu marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #wanda and vision #thor odinson #loki odinson #mobius #bucky barnes #peter parker #tony stark #clint barton #sam wilson #bruce banner #avengers #20 #last post until the 15th

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Loki season 2 episode 6 kicked. My. Ass.

Spoilers below the cut;

I have never burst into tears like that before, it was during loki taking all the multiverse threads or whatever and just waltzing his way on up that I just started bawling my eyes out. I didn’t even know what I was feeling, tears just started falling down my cheeks as I was just blown away. I found this episode was amazing, the pace awesome, the way Loki was owning his shit and doing everything to keep everyone safe awesome, the music and just everything technical that went into this episode, a w e s o m e.

The way they showed his delemma and his struggle coming to terms what he had to do, it was either let everyone he cared about and the entire multiverse die, or killing one of the only people he has ever felt a connection to in his life (cause while I don’t like the selfcest I do like how they were able to truly understand one another). Him going back to Mobius and asking him how to take comfort in killing and being told “there is no comfort, you just gotta chose which burden to carry” and so he choses the hardest option; sacrificing himself so that everyone he loves lives and is able to live the lives they want with nothing holding them back (and a nice bonus being everyone in the multiverse gets freedom, but we know WHO he was doing it for) but giving into his greatest fear of being alone. He chose the struggle of having to stay behind and keep everything in order so that the people he loves gets a chance while damning himself to a literal eternity alone. Cause idk about you but I don’t think anyone’s getting to him any time soon, idek where HE is. The old “he who remains” spot probably? But that’s a huge ass tree man Idk…Also the music, tension, lighting and just everything with that scene felt so powerful and made me really feel like “oh shit this is it??”

And the way his sacrifice SHOWED AFTER!? The change from the mechanical vibes of everything just doing what needs to be done, the path always being paved, no freedom into a living breathing thing where it’s shown that Loki has made it so the mindset is to help the multiverse grow and to nourish it. It was beautiful, and just the change from the war room having like what 3 ppl? With one being stuck in the last, one asleep, and the one who actually was like yeah let’s move forward with fuckin freedom?? To a whole ass room of people being busy and showing to actually out in effort to make this work and allowing there to be freedom and no genocides (is that the right word?) happening just because someone stepped on the wrong leaf. After season 1 being filled with this oppressing air of a bureaucracy, there being an almighty and those who carry out their every whim without questions, it was so refreshing to see that there’s actual life to it now. All because of my BABY 😭😭

And then there’s Mobius’s scene, where after the entire season, if not the entire series, of him saying that he’s okay with what he has and how he just wants to focus on the now, to the how he’s scared he’ll see something good and have the temptation to go and try to live it for himself, he finally lets go. After Loki’s gone (ig there’s still gonna be a jet ski unused 😔😔), he’s just shown waiting around, finally ready to see his life on the time line and finally take his life fully into his hands. The MUSIC!! THE LIGHTING!! THE SOUND!! All of it was like a punch to the gut cause he just was gonna stand there and let time pass, im gonna sob my fucking eyes out AGAIN!! He finally is just able to live and breath, take his time looking at what he was protecting without the constant stress of the job waging on him, finally at peace after like 500+ years!!! And omg, his story about how he used to be a hunter but was too scared of killing a kid even though they were gonna be the cause of 5000 deaths was so beautifully done, I just felt like it reinforced how he was always the outliner of the TVA, his wake up moment after probably centuries of just doing his job. God he is just so JAMSKDNALS Y!KMKW!? LOVE THAT GUY!!

I also just loved all the characters this season, everyone felt so charming and I loved everyone. Tho I still have a love/hate relationship with sylvie, but after rewatching s1 im leaning more to the love side. Cause she just sticks to her ideals and she’s like traumatized so can I really say anything? She’s cool af, bad ass for sure!! And I’VE LOVED LOKI FROM THE START, 2012 (DIDNT WATCH THE THOR MOVIES) - TO NOW BBY!! Tho after seeing some edits I think ima watch them all, apparently they’re like, hidden gems. Or only some ppl like em ig?? Anyways, no one’s probably gonna read this cause it’s just a recap of well, everything rather then an actual me feeling shit, but if you made this far thanks!! Have a wonderful day!! Or night!!

#loki series #loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #loki spoilers #mcu loki #loki #lokius #??? #i mean #not really but I’ll just say yeah #cause while I’m not crazy crazy about them Mobius is literally a single dad with 2 jet skis #is the symbolism any clearer? #loki show #Loki season 2 episode 6 #sorry for my yapping but literally no one Ik fucking watches this and I needed somewhere to just blurt out all my feelings #I’ve genuinely never had a show finally make my have my jaw dropped for 90% of it and then just start crying out of nowhere because the #climax (ending?) was so powerful #it was so bitter sweet #loki odinson #loki of asgard #my bby #my pride and joy #his character development just showed how all he needed was to be met with encouragement and understanding for him to finally feel free to #be himself and not what people perceived him as #ANYWAYS SORRY IM FEELING IT BUT ILL STOP NOW #BYEEEEE

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Loki S2E5:

So, if the others got put back on the timeline, why is Loki still in the TVA??

Gotta say, the TVA is eerie af when abandoned.

Andddd, he's timeslipping again. Awesome.

Oh, that was odd. He got to see himself in present-ish time. Interesting.

SPAGETTIFICATION.

OG Casey is from prison ALCATRAZ, that's kinda unexpected. Frank, eh?

"IF THEY CATCH US, THEY'RE GONNA GUT US LIKE FISH." Omfg, they did not just do that 😭😂

I like how the universe just casually decided to keep Loki timeslipping only between places relevant to his TVA friends. Like, out of all the places in the universe....it's rooting for him, then?

DON. WHAT'S UP, MOBIUS?

Why would they make poor Don work six days a week????

EXCUSE ME, SIR, HOW MANY SONS DO YOU HAVE AND WHY ARE YOU IGNORING THEM?? So, he's a workaholic.

Timeline OB going by the library is the most in-character thing ever. Also- he's an author, neat!

They all have the personalities of their OG selves 😭

Dude was totally unphased by Loki's sudden appearance.

Flashbacks to when Loki tried to summon his weapons in S1E1.

OB is fucking amazing even without his TVA brain 🤣

Thank god for that silly little book.

"So, I am going to write a bestseller." THIS MAN IS PERFECT.

Single dad Mobius is such a human disaster, I love it.

LOKI, DON'T SCARE HIM AWAY.

OB WAS MARRIED????????? AND HE KEPT WORKING ON THE TEMPAD THROUGH HIS DIVORCE????

I like how the Timedoor just. Moves.

"I sell jetskis, man." 😭

WHAT IF MOBIUS ENDS UP REMEMBERING EVERYTHING AFTER THIS. HOW WILL HE FUNCTION KNOWING HE HAS TWO SONS OUT THERE.

Of course this guy would pull a one-liner about the name when he decides to go along 😭😂

THE GANG IS GETTING BACK TOGETHER ❤

Frank, put that back, you silly little thief.

And it's back to McDonald's! Which means Sylvie must remember everything, since she's originally from Asgard, right? Yep.

"Okay, get in the car. I'm buying you a drink." Lmaooo, most appropriate reaction to watching our poor guy timeslip.

Is she seriously trying to tell him to put them back and not fix the universe? I'm not surprised, but still. They failed. They need to fix this.

"I want my friends back." 😭😭

The first friends he'd ever gotten, and they were stolen from him because they went and fucked up the timeline.

"Without them, where do I belong?" ARE WE REALLY GOING BACK TO THE WHOLE 'LOKI WILL ALWAYS BE ALONE' THING??

Oh, Frank, what are you planning, my guy. DON'T TOUCH THAT.

She broke him 😭

UHM. SYLVIE, YOUR TIMELINE IS DYING.

That woman is very lucky she has that stupid watch.

Frank: i have to go BACK to jail now?!

GOOD. YOU NEEDED A REALITY CHECK, SYLVIE.

NO.

FRANK.

"It was a fictional problem." Famous last words.

The various reactions as they all spagettifi is heartbreaking 😭

"Do you think what makes a Loki a Loki is the fact that we're destined to lose?" WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME.

AYYY, TIMESLIPPING BACKWARDS NOW. PLEASE, CONTINUE.

Oh. That was a fucking conscious decision? Awesome. AND JUST IN TIME, GOOD JOB.

This right here, this is the team that's gonna save the universe. And Victor, because yeah, we saw midseason trailer footage of him alive and that has to be next episode. Down, but not out. Let's try this again.

#loki series #loki #loki spoilers #mcu

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For your ask game! Lokius + because they’re running out of time.

🥺 Hope you like it.

Kang’s forces were getting closer. Loki could see the rows of troops trudge through the city as he peered out of the small window.

Their TemPads lay broken, scattered across the floor after fighting off a singular robot that had come to check out the residential tower block they were currently held up in.

The fact that the robot was also in bits was the only consolation.

“We need to move,” Loki urged, looking back at Mobius. They were on the 12th floor in someone’s bland apartment while below them, on the streets, people were running around terrorised by Kang’s army.

Mobius grunted, murmuring complaints as he stood up on his injured leg. They had done their best to take care of the wound, with a handmade tourniquet wrapped tight around Mobius’ thigh, his trouser leg in tatters. Loki already knew this would limit how fast they could run.

They needed somewhere better to hide.

He put Mobius’ arm around his shoulders and urged him forward. They walked slowly, Mobius limping and making little hissing sounds each time he put his right foot down.

“We need something to carry you.”

“Don’t you dare,” Mobius growled. He looked sideways at Loki, eyes narrowed. As if Loki stood a chance of doing something Mobius didn’t want to do.

Sighing, Loki looked ahead. They were close to the stairs but that would take forever to get Mobius up them. The elevators were out of order, the electricity long since cut off.

The only thing left was a small maintenance shaft at chest height. It would be difficult to get into, but he needed to keep Mobius safe, away from what was coming.

Kang would find them eventually.

“Loki,” Mobius grumbled. “We can’t.”

“We very much can, Mobius, and we are.”

He didn’t waste any more time, pulling Mobius towards the wall and slipping his arm off him.

Placing a hand on the metal door, Loki sensed how cold the space inside was. Enough that he drew it towards the lock mechanism, then froze it.

There was a loud snap. Then the door clicked open.

Loki glanced at Mobius, who smirked at him.

“Always were so clever.”

“You can flirt with me later,” Loki huffed, pulling up his sleeves.

He put his arm around Mobius again and pulled him towards the now open hatch. Holding it open with his shoulder, he used his arms to lever Mobius up into the small space, hoisting him inside.

Mobius had barely begun shuffling deeper into the space when Loki heard a noise coming from the stairs.

The sound of heavy boots ricocheted off the walls.

Glancing up, Loki saw Mobius had managed to shuffle backwards, enough that there was a little room for him in the shaft. He jumped up and launched himself through the hatch, clicking the door closed and putting his hand over his mouth, trying to quieten how heavy he was breathing.

His heart pounded in his chest, hoping against all odds that they weren’t detected.

Mobius winced slightly, drawing Loki’s attention back to him. His leg must really hurt after having gone through all that.

Loki wanted to move over to him, but as the steps got louder and louder outside, he knew he couldn’t.

He could hear doors to apartments being slammed open. It sounded like a small group of robots. In another situation, they could take them. Norns, they had taken them time and again since getting to this timeline.

Now they were stuck, with no way of getting out.

Loki didn’t think that Sylvie or Bea would be able to help them either. They were busy with their own mission.

Another bang. Both of them jolted. That one was close. Loki could only hope that these robots wouldn’t hear them hiding inside here.

He closed his eyes and tried to breathe quietly.

The steps continued, then stopped right outside their hiding place.

Loki looked over at Mobius, seeing his eyes go wide.

There was no point in staying silent if they were going to be killed.

He reached over, climbing over Mobius, and grabbed his face between his hands and pressed their lips together.

It should have been chaste. It should have been a quick peck and then turn to face whatever horrors awaited them, but as Mobius’ lips parted, Loki found he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, pouring everything he felt for the man but couldn’t tell him.

Mobius’ hands gripped into his hair and held him close.

They were going to die like this, wrapped up in each other, ignoring the end that was coming.

Loki could barely hear the door opening, the rush of blood in his ears deafening.

There was a sizzling sound, almost like a spark.

He clung onto Mobius, his heart feeling like it could explode out of his chest.

A whining sound, probably a laser gun charging up.

This was it. This was their last moment.

Then suddenly they were falling. That broke their kiss just long enough for Mobius to land on something solid first, then Loki crashed on top of him.

Mobius grunted and Loki looked up at him. His vision was swimming but they were definitely in a different place.

“Are you done?”

Loki pushed up, his arms bracketing Mobius, and turned his head around to see Ravonna, her arms folded and brows quirked.

Scrambling, he shoved himself up off of Mobius, dusting down his ruined TVA uniform. He scanned the room, seeing a very small room with a bed, a kitchen and everything all in the one space.

“Do you live here now?” Loki asked.

“Don’t bother helping me up,” Mobius complained, still lying on the floor.

“Oh, sorry,” Loki apologised, turning back to him and holding out his hands for Mobius to grab them. He pulled the man up, bracing his legs to take the weight.

By the time they got up, Ravonna had walked away and returned with a first aid kit.

“You, sit down on the bed. You, go make a cup of tea or something,” Ravonna instructed.

“But…”

“Go,” Mobius said. He gave a half smile, then winced in pain again. “I’ll be fine.”

Loki walked backwards slowly, unwilling to let Mobius out of his sight. He couldn’t trust Ravonna and he watched her every move while she cleaned Mobius’ wounds and patched him up.

During it, they talked in hushed whispers, with Mobius’ eyes locking with his every few seconds.

When the kettle finally boiled, Loki returned with a tray and three cups of tea in hand, 

“I’m going to go check on something,” Ravonna said. She stood up, winked at Mobius and grabbed a cup, walking out the room through a small curtain of coloured beads.

Mobius patted on the bed next to him. Loki sat down gingerly, feeling awkward.

“You can look at me, you know,” Mobius said.

“I know,” Loki agreed, staring into his cup, “but I’m scared of what I might see.”

“And what is that?”

“That you regret it.”

Mobius pulled on Loki’s arm, forcing him to turn and face him.

“I don’t regret anything, not even getting injured.”

Loki inhaled sharply, filling his lungs with air and feeling his muscles soften.

Mobius smiled, plucking the cup out of Loki’s hands and setting it down beside his own cup on the tray that lay on the small table by the bed.

“In fact, I want you to kiss me again.”

“You do?” Loki asked.

“Shut up,” Mobius sighed, smiling and shaking his head as he pulled Loki in by the tie.

Their lips met again, softer this time. It was tender, moving slowly as they explored, brushing against each other like they’d always done this.

There was only a fleeting question in Loki’s head, wondering exactly how Ravonna had been able to find them.

That question could wait. As Mobius wrapped his arms around his neck, everything else faded away. This right here was the most important thing in the multiverse.

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#lokius #loki x mobius #loki #mobius #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #loki series #kiss fic #my fic #prompt fill #hope you liked this

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Tagged by @lgwilt​ on this post of writer asks for fanfic writer appreciation day. Thanks so much again for the tag! I’m putting most of this below a cut because it got long!

— How long have you been writing fanfiction? 

In total? Errr more than 25 years. But there was a long gap in there!

— Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.)

I feel like I have one, but I really have no idea what it is. (This question made me wish there was some algorithm that would look at all of my works on AO3 and tell me what the most commonly used words are lol)

— Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written.

I purposefully use run-on sentences a lot when I want to show a character drowning in their emotions/feelings. Here are two quite long ones that I found that I particularly like:

It’s not like he wants to spend a night with Loki, that’s insane, but that fact hasn’t stopped his mind from helpfully replaying the feeling of Loki’s fingers curled around his wrist, or how he’d pressed close as they hid just outside the collective’s hideout, waiting for an opportunity to slip away so Mobius could call for backup and Loki could disappear into the shadows again. (—from What Makes A Good Man)

Or, they had seemed that way, until Illya caught himself staring breathlessly at the line of Napoleon’s neck as he craned for a better view of something, or the way his lips pouted when he found his glass of scotch mysteriously empty, or the way his hips moved subtly when he danced to a song only he could hear in the privacy of their suite. (—from Love is a Chemical)

— Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS.

How about: basically the entire end of You, or Your Memory, which I don’t want to spoil for anyone who hasn’t read it. But here’s one part of it:

No one—no one—has ever kissed Loki like this. Not even close. Mobius kisses him with a reverence that is truly shattering, like he savoring every second of contact, like Loki is the only thing in the entire universe that matters. He cradles Loki’s jaw with tenderness that is completely at odds with the way Loki’s hands are twisted the front of his jacket, clinging with a desperation that he’d no doubt find disgraceful if he had even a remote corner of his mind to devote to the thought. As it is, though, he doesn’t. Mobius’s lips are delicate and demanding in turn, setting a pace that makes it feel as if they could keep kissing for the rest of time.

— What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write? 

Enemies (or rivals) to friends to lovers is definitely my favorite dynamic. I can’t get enough!

— Do you have a hyper-specific genre?

I don’t think so! I mean, the single genre I write the most in is spy fiction, but that’s not really hyper-specific. I have too much fun bouncing around in different AUs.

— Any personal or frequently used tags?

“Food as a Metaphor for Love” is in there a lot, but one of my non-standard personal AO3 tags that I love is “soft boys being soft”. According to AO3 my two most-used tags (tied for first) are “Getting Together” and “Angst with a Happy Ending”, which sounds about right.

— Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.

It’s not really easily shared moment, but one of my first Napollya fics (Light Will Keep Your Heart Beating in the Future) contains a recurring joke about defenestrations in Prague and it always delights me to no end when someone comments on it lol.

— Best editing tip?

Read dialogue out loud to help figure out if the flow is natural.

— What drives you to write?

All these stories in my head busting to get out! And to be honest with you, getting to share them all with you, and hopefully bringing other people joy in reading them.

— Share something about your writing that you have wished someone would ask you about. Or alternatively, something that you are just really proud of.

One of my favorite things is surprising my readers with a twist. When I started plotting out long stories instead of writing them on the fly, I discovered the joy of seeding lots of foreshadowing and hints in the story prior to the twist, which I think (hope!) really makes rereads even better.

— Where do you draw inspiration?

From all around me, really. Sometimes from other media or things I’ve read, sometimes from friends’ ideas or prompts.

— What is your immediate reaction when you receive a new comment on a fic?

Sheer, unadulterated joy? 😅

— What is your biggest challenge in writing?

Probably staying motivated without external validation. It’s why I tend to post multichaps as I’m writing them, because it’s hard to put a lot of effort into a long story and not know if anyone actually cares about it.

— 1–2 sentence preview from your current WIP?? (Only if you are willing.)

I feel bad because my active WIP is in a new-to-me fandom that literally no one on tumblr follows me for, but so it goes! (I’m not abandoning my old fandoms, don’t worry, but I have to get this story out of my head...)

Alex knows his food is damned good, he’s got no false modesty there, but he’s rarely had such a reaction to someone enjoying his cooking. Maybe it’s the way that Henry moans when he takes the first bite that’s making his face feel hot, or the way he shamelessly chases the errant sauce that runs down his long fingers with his tongue that has sweat beading up at his temples. Maybe it’s just really hot in this kitchen.

— What story or scene are you most proud of?

Everyone’s probably tired of hearing me say this, but Love is a Losing Game. I mean, I’m proud of a lot of my stories, but that is the one that really feels like a complete and original novel, even if most of the characters aren’t mine.

— Please link your profile so we can admire your works!

chamel on AO3

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CHARACTER NAME: loki laufeyson

CHARACTER FACECLAIM: damiano david

CHARACTER AGE/DOB: 13th november 2000, 23 years old

CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC: he/him, they/them, or she/her. genderfluid. bisexual/romantic + polyam

CANON OR OC: canon but not to this universe

CHARACTER FANDOM: marvel universe

CHARACTER PROFESSION IF RELEVANT: loki has just finished his three year training to become an auror

SCHOOL INFORMATION/HOUSE/ETC: hogwarts, slytherin

ALIGNMENT IN THE WAR & OPINIONS: from the age of 16-19, loki was a member of the death eaters. he was approached directly by lord voldemort who wanted to recruit more vampires to his side. loki was quickly bought into the idea of it, especially after growing up with a father that loathed vampires. he was, in all honesty, very manipulated by voldemort. his insecurities and downright daddy issues used against him. loki thought he was doing something to be proud of but… eventually, he came to know it wasn't the right thing to do, and he began to unravel his own memories of voldemort twist his mind. so, he reached out to both dumbledore and then through him, members of the ministry. he started filtering out names of death eaters before outright leaving the death eaters. people, obviously, don't exactly leave the death eaters. but loki's done well as concealing himself and keeping on the move. that, and a year after leaving, he started the work to become an auror, working closely with people who could help to keep him safe. he's been working for the ministry and, at times, the order of the phoenix ever since. he wants to stop voldemort's cruel hold for good.

THREE CHARACTER AESTHETICS:

plentiful rings, but aesthetically stacked

the slow drip of blood down a wrist

slowed down songs, coming from another room

ONE SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF YOUR CHARACTER:

nothing new by taylor swift

ANY IMPORTANT CHARACTER NOTES/FURTHER BIO/HISTORY:

loki is a born vampire, the odd one out in a family of regular wizards. loki was adopted stolen as a baby, taken from a clan of vampires that were brutally killed in a 'war' (read: they were extremely loud in what they are and odin, leader of a family of hunters, said 'fuck that noise' bc hes an asshole and killed them all but frigga convinced him to spare the child). his family are a lot Less involved in that shit now and leaned more into politics throughout loki's life, but it still meant loki grew up feeling like the black sheep, the odd one out in his family.

loki makes up for a lot of his displaced feelings by being an intense overachiever both in life and academics. he also chose to go to hogwarts, to move away from home and what he knew in order to get some further separation from his father in particular and carve his own life for himself. it was scary leaving everything behind, but loki always deems it worthwhile to gain his independence.

loki has always had a complicated relationship with both himself, his nature, and what he should do in life. it was one of the many things voldemort saw and manipulated. it was all too easy to twist those insecurities and encourage loki to lean into a darker nature, playing on his familial issues too in order to get what he wanted. it's all left loki pretty messed up in the head tbh. he tries to hide it a lot, work through it, bury into his auror work and being 'good' in order to ignore the gnawing feeling that he's truly a bad person.

sebastian found out about loki joining the death eaters and secretly told thea and mobius in order to give them a heads up. thanks sebastian, loki loved that! definitely didn't cause some horrible arguments. not at all.

he's been working on rebuilding those relationships, rip.

ADMIN ALEX APP.

#admin alex app #loki laufeyson app #accepted

[leos-regression-cove]

Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

28. The Horrible Plague

Synopsis: There's been a cold going around that can even get Asgardians sick and poor Loki and Sylvie have caught it!

Word count: 2,479

Stand Alone?: Part 1/3

Warnings: vomit, messing, accidents, all the grossness but not in detail.

Notes: The Disney Wiki (my favorite writing source for these guys because it gives me the DUMBEST facts about them) says apparently Loki and Sylvie both have "cold immunity" as a superpower. So I'm going to say... actually no they don't. Not for this cold.

Read it on AO3!

Loki woke up in the middle of the night and felt awful like really awful. This wasn’t normal. No, it wasn’t like a hangover. Every part of him hurt and he was so cold yet so warm. He coughed and wheezed. Before getting up for a moment, downing a glass of water, throwing on a pull-up as a precaution, and slithering back to bed. 

When dawn struck, he felt even worse. As he noticed the absence of warmth next to him, he rolled himself up in the blankets like a burrito. 

“Get up,” Sylvie commanded hoarsely. 

Loki made an annoyed grunt and refused to even lift his eye mask. 

“I need to change the sheets. Get. Up.” she repeated. 

He didn’t budge.

“Look, one or both of us had accidents in the night and I feel like I’m going to pass out from just standing up. Move."

After Sylvie forcefully unrolled the blankets, Loki begrudgingly got up and felt his head spin as he did so. He checked to make sure he hadn’t been the one to have the accident, luckily not. 

By the time the two had moved to get a morning cup of tea, Mobius was waiting for them in the middle of his routine. “What’s up with you two?” he asked. 

“My head is going to explode,” Sylvie bemoaned.

Loki didn’t say anything but he coughed, and then gagged, and ran to the bathroom to vomit. 

Mobius looked at them curiously. “You’re messing with me, right?” he asked. 

“Why would I fake not being able to breathe through my nose?” Sylvie responded.

“I just always assumed you guys couldn’t get sick.”

“This is what being sick feels like?!” Loki wailed from the bathroom. 

“Yeah, this looks like a common flu,” Mobius answered, inspecting Sylvie up close. 

Sylvie groaned and went back to the bedroom to get some blankets. 

“Do you want me to call in and take care of you guys? I already got my flu shot,” he boasted although he knew it meant nothing to them.  

“Yes, but please, just stop talking.” 

Giving a gentle smile, Mobius made them each a cup of honey lemon tea. 

Bringing Loki his mug, and leading the poor god out of the bathroom he thought to ask “How’s that pull-up feeling?” 

Loki was surprised Mobius even noticed. “Eh… not great.” He looked down, checking if it was really that obvious. It wasn’t. Mobius could just kind of tell those things. Being reminded of the fact he should probably fix the soggy disposable before it leaked, he handed the mug back and shut the bathroom door to change it. 

Because Sylvie had taken the couch, Loki chose to lounge in the recliner. 

Taking their temperatures with a forehead scanner, Mobius and found it to be a startling 98.5 degrees, which was very high for a frost giant. 

“I need you to stay laying down. You both need to rest. Take a nap, put on some tv, or something,” Mobius told them. 

While he was gone, Mobius got up to look for some flu medicine. He found the bottle and grabbed a spoon before setting it down by the ball of blankets that was vaguely Sylvie shaped on the couch.  

“Maybe after your accident you should be wearing a pull-up like Loki,” he told her. 

Sylvie puffed out her cheeks exasperatedly as she poked her head out of the cocoon. Didn’t he know she had just gotten as comfortable as she could?

“Alright, open up,” he said, holding out a spoon of orange liquid to her. “It’ll help."

She naively opened her mouth and allowed him to spoon the liquid in. Cringing at the awful flavor immediately after he did so. 

“C’mon, swallow it for me, I know you can.”

She swallowed. 

The poor girl was starting to drop into headspace. It was pretty apparent.

Loki was wrapped up on the chair in a similar manner, and when Mobius gave him a spoonful of the flu medicine, he almost spat it out, holding it in his mouth for a second, and giving Mobius a look of pure heartbreak before finally swallowing. 

“It’s no good, is it?” Mobius said with feigned sadness.

Loki unironically stuck out a pouty lip before reclining back and trying to bury his face in the sweaty pile of blankets. He was dropping, too.

Mobius knew it was going to be one of those days. There was no way Loki or Sylvie could stay big when there was no opportunity to be elegantly dramatic, not while the fever was so high; maybe in a few days when they could gently cough and lay on the couch draped in silken robes or vaguely see through pajamas they’d be able to be big. He'd let them keep pretending for a while longer though, for the sake of comfort.

The illusion was short-lived. As after one particularly bad sneezing fit, Sylvie had an accident and started to cry. It wasn’t a bad one by any means, she was just a little bit wet was all. The tears came from the fact that she felt awful and didn’t want to drop into headspace at all. 

Mobius picked her up. He had at least had a moment to change out of his work clothes and into something he’d be more okay getting fluids on. 

Sylvie put her arms around his neck as she was held, choking out wheezy little sobs. She was cleaned up and taped into a comfortable diaper before Mobius found her some comfortable footie pajamas. He also found something else which he hadn’t used yet. It was a brand new comfortable sleep sack to keep the littles warm, but Loki liked his blankets and never wanted to use it. Now, it would keep Sylvie cozy while the blankets were in the wash. 

The long sleeve pajamas kept her arms at least somewhat warm, while the fleece lined bag, that was slightly too big for her, kept her torso and legs from freezing as she laid on the couch as comfortably as she possibly could with the given circumstances.

While Mobius tried to convince Loki to move out of his pile of blankets, Sylvie finally rested. 

Loki refused, hiding in his little nest. 

Letting out a deep sigh from the lost battle, Mobius turned off all the lights in the room, and shut some of the curtains to dim it a little more. He cradled Sylvie in his lap, elevated her head, and removed the thumb from her mouth. “We don’t want any more germs,” he whispered. 

Sylvie grunted annoyedly and then coughed.

“Poor thing,” Mobius added, petting her hair. 

He shifted to lying on the couch, letting her lay on his chest, and tried to get her to fall asleep, attempting to monitor Loki, as well. After an hour or two of helping the littles wipe their noses and keeping a pot for vomit nearby, just in case, he decided that he couldn’t keep sitting here cuddling Sylvie. “Can you snuggle with your big brother? I think he might be cold, too.” 

Sylvie nodded but Loki groaned. 

“Do you two not want some warm soup? It’ll soothe your throat and make you feel better,” he warned as he got up to make Sylvie a bottle. “Loki? Do you want a bottle, too?” he asked. 

At the same time as looking up to give an affirming nod, Loki was trying to make room in his blanket nest. 

“Does baby boy need some attention?” Mobius asked while delivering Sylvie’s. 

Loki hesitantly reached out of the blankets, exposing his arm to the cold (by comparison to the blanket nest) air. The little genuinely shivered for the first time in his life when Mobius picked him up. 

Mobius worried about it while changing him and wiggling him into a similar outfit to Sylvie’s, needing to adjust the straps so they’d fit over Loki’s lanky frame. He handed Loki a bottle of warm water after bringing him back into the living room, and pulled out the couch bed. He put down the blankets and brought both of them over for some comfy snuggles. That definitely made things easier. 

Sylvie laid on her belly with a quilt over her, absently kicking her feet while Loki laid on his back and drank his bottle without his usual urgency; putting slight pressure on the nipple with his teeth and let it drain down his throat, but didn’t suck on it. 

Sylvie let out a bored whimper as Mobius began making the stock for a pot of soup. The smell of chicken and warm vegetables permeated the room, and the steam acted as a kind of a homemade humidifier. “What’s wrong babygirl?” Mobius asked, after skimming some foam off the top.

Sylvie rolled over and let out a longer, louder whine. 

He came over to pick her up while the vegetables simmered. 

Refusing to speak, Sylvie made the baby sign for play. 

“Aw, sweetie, you need to rest. We’ll play when you and Loki get better.”

"Bored" she frustratedly signed. 

“How’s Loki feeling? Maybe we could put on some tv or a movie,” Mobius suggested.  

Sylvie nodded, that sounded good. 

Mobius set her back down on the couch bed and she tried her best to crawl down to the tv stand where the DVDs were kept, but she found the task rather difficult with her feverish state and the babyish pajamas that hardly allowed her to even crawl. 

“Hey, hey, you should be resting,” Mobius chided, putting her back on the couch. “Loki, baby, are you going to be okay if we put on a movie?” he asked.

Disregarding the question, Loki held out his bottle for more.

Taking Loki’s avoidance as a yes, Mobius turned on a straight to DVD Barbie movie. 

This time, Mobius filled the bottles with pedialyte, which was usually kept for hangovers, not an uncommon occurrence in the household. It was mango flavored. Loki and Sylvie both took theirs gratefully, although they were shocked from the change in the liquid’s temperature, and personally despised the icy glass on their sweat glazed hands.

Mobius tended to his soup briefly before sitting in between them. Letting them lean against him, he kept a box of tissues on his lap, which he periodically used to wipe their noses, or sweat from their foreheads before he kissed them. 

He felt Sylvie start to slump, quickly followed by Loki, so he got up and turned off the tv while he was at it. The soup didn’t need attention, so he made himself a cup of powdered immune support drink in water, just in case that flu shot didn’t catch everything. 

Mobius quietly hummed to himself as they slept, and puttered around, opening windows, and cleaning up rooms just slightly. He even set some changing stuff in the bathroom, suspecting that it wouldn’t be long until an upset tummy surprised one of the littles.

His theory was correct and Loki was taken for a bath. Once the little was cleaned up, Sylvie ended up getting a bath with him. She wasn’t messy, but it was generally going to help the fever, even if they thought the water was much too warm for their tastes. Mobius used fancy soaps and bubble bath to try and make them feel better. 

Sylvie didn’t even seem interested in her little boats or bothering Loki. She just delighted subtly in the bubbles she could pop, and steam in her lungs. Loki had a similar reaction, as he didn’t splash or try to swim around or make a bubble beard for himself. 

Mobius smeared a glob of vapor rub onto their chests as he diapered each of them. Loki looked down at the strange smelling paste apprehensively as Mobius quietly explained what it was. “It’ll help the cough.” 

A tightness grew in Loki's chest as the cream settled. He coughed. 

“That means it’s working,” Mobius said as he slipped Loki into a pair of bright orange felt footie pajamas with a little rabbit tail and ears. Sylvie got a set of warm comfy pajamas as well, much like the ones she was wearing earlier. “Do you think we can go back to napping?” he asked both of them after getting them comfortable. 

Sylvie tiredly smiled and shook her head. 

“Feeling good enough to stay up but not feeling good enough to speak,” he observed.

It wasn’t as though Sylvie had gone non-verbal due to regressing so small, as her and Loki were usually, if not chatty, at least very vocal about babbles and squeals and screams. She didn’t want to talk because her throat burned so horribly. “No nap!” Sylvie signed. 

“I guess I’ll have to set you two on the couch and let you watch cartoons,” Mobius replied, thinking they’d find it a treat. 

“Bu’ toys!” Loki rasped upsetly. 

“You can have a heating pack and some snuggles, how does that sound? We don’t want to get Ms. Croki sick, do we? She didn’t get her flu shot,” Mobius told him.

Loki gasped worriedly, he absolutely did not want poor Ms. Croki to go through this, which turned into a fit of honking coughs, before agreeing and making grabby hands to be picked up, snuggles were a much better option. 

After hours of movies and cartoons and drifting in and out of consciousness, the littles were finally given dinner of delicious, tender, chicken noodle soup, which Mobius fed to them while they were strapped into highchairs.

It coated the back of Sylvie’s throat, numbing the soreness momentarily in between bites.

Loki tried to take the bowl from Mobius’ hands and dump the whole thing into his mouth, but it was taken from him before that could come to fruition. “Hey, sicky, we’ve already made enough of a mess today, why not give daddy a break?” Mobius laughed. 

He kept feeding the little who took each bite with relative enthusiasm, for not really having an appetite and all. Afterwards, the two babies cuddled into each other as if they had been sewn together and Mobius decided it was a good time for a story and bedtime. 

“What do you two think? Is it bedtime?” he asked as Loki downed at least his third bottle of water. 

 Both the littles tiredly nodded. 

“Crib or bed? What’re we doing?”

“Beh,” Loki squeaked.

Sylvie nodded. 

Mobius changed both of them and gave them a spoonful of a mysterious blue liquid. It tasted as bad as the orange one from this morning, but with a strange mintiness to it. 

They hated it, so he made sure to make their bottles extra special, mixing extra honey into the milk.

Finally, he picked out a story and started to read as they snuggled up next to him. Asleep before he could even finish the first chapter of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

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[waitimcomingtoo]

I’m Not Half as Bad as You’ve Been Told

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Synopsis: Loki is arrested by the TVA for what he did to you 

This can be read on it’s own or as a spin off of in case you don’t live forever

Masterlist

Loki woke up in the Gobi Dessert in Mongolia after being ejected from the sky. The last thing he remembered was taking the tesseract after getting caught by the Avengers in New York. When he opened his eyes, he was met with four armed guards with their weapons pointed at them.

“Hunter B-15 with the Time Variance Authority here. Appears to be a standard sequence violation.” Hunter B-15 read off a small monitor. “Oh and look at that, you’re one of the TVA’s most wanted.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked as he got off the ground.

“Hands up.” Hunter B-15 raised her weapon. “You’re coming with us.”

Before Loki could protest, he was knocked out and had a collar placed around his neck. He was brought to the TVA headquarters and handed off to Agent Mobius after being screened.

“Loki Laufeyson. I’m agent Mobius.” Mobius introduced himself as Loki tugged at his collar. “I hear the Time Keepers find you guilty of tampering with the sacred timeline.”

“The what?” Loki huffed.

“The sacred timeline. Looks like you stole the tesseract and committed crimes against the midgardian Y/n L/n.” The Mobius read off Loki’s file.

“Y/n?” Loki stumbled back at the unexpected mention of your name. “This is about her?”

“That’s part of your charges, yes. You’ll be given more details at your trial. But I’d ike to have a talk with you first. Come this way.” Mobius nodded towards the side and lead Loki to a room with a projector on a long conference table.

“What does this have to do with Y/n? Where is she? Is she all right?” Loki asked as he took a seat behind the projector. He had worried about you since the day you left him, even after you told him you never wanted to see him again.

“She’s fine.” Mobius assured him. “Even after you got a hold of her.”

“Is she here?” Loki hoped. “Could I see her?”

“No.” Mobius answered, making Loki’s face crumple. “She’s on Earth. You know, her home.”

“I know Midgard is her home.” Loki narrowed his eyes. “I also know how much she hated it there. But this all happened ages ago. Why am I being arrested for it now?”

“Well when you took the tesseract from its set path, the TVA was alerted and noticed that this wasn’t your first offense of tampering with the sacred time line. They saw that Y/n L/n never made it back to earth in 2019 after going to Asgard to retrieve the Aether. It went undetected at the time since the Aether made it back to earth like it was supposed to. She was supposed to go back as well, but she never made it. You were the one that kept her there.”

“How is that a crime?” Loki asked. “She wanted to stay with me. She was happy! She was happy on Asgard.”

“Was she?” Mobius raised his eyebrows and turned on the screen. “Because I think she was taken from her family, friends and home. Maybe I’m mistaken, though. Let’s take a look.”

Mobius pressed a button on a remote, and a projection appeared in front of them. Mobius began to fast forward through the foundational moments in Loki’s life until he got to what he was looking for. Loki watched in shock as an image of you, Thor, and Rocket creeping around a pillar in his home appeared on the screen. He wanted to shut his eyes and look away, but it had been so long since he’d seen you. He didn’t have the strength to look away from you now.

“I’m sure you remember why she was there.” Mobius said as he watched the scene unfold. “All she wanted was the infinity stone. She was trying to save the world. She missed her boyfriend and wanted to undo all the damage that Thanos had done. You couldn’t let her do that, could you?”

“The stone still made it back to earth.” Loki protested. “She said herself that she wasn’t an important part of the plan. And her “boyfriend” was nothing but dust particles. She-“

“Shh.” Mobius waved his hand. “The shows about to begin.”

Loki painfully returned his attention to the screen right as your first introduction played out. It was your job to distract Loki while Thor and Rocket collected the Aether.

Asgard 2013

“Who goes there?” Loki cringed at the sound of his own voice. He watched Rocket and Thor hide behind a pillar while you went out into the open. You walked into a room and found Loki lying on a couch, tossing something in the air and catching it. Loki sat up when he saw you, immediately on high alert.

“Who are you?” He demanded. “How did you get in here?”

“I’m so sorry, but my friends and I are here for the festival and I just had to sneak away to find you.” You gushed, trying to it best to look innocent. Loki took long strides towards you as he took in your appearance, highly skeptical of your story.

“My brother isn’t here.” Loki informed you, his voice thick with annoyance. “So you should best be on your way.”

“I’m not here for your brother.” You said coyly. You held his gaze as you signaled for Thor and Rocket to move to the next room.

“You’re here for me?” He cleared his throat to mask the disbelief in his voice. You nodded sweetly as Thor and Rocket snuck past you.

“Of course. My friends are obsessed with your brother, but I’ve always loved you. Won’t you show me a magic trick?” You batted your eyes flirtatiously, making a slight smirk appear on Loki’s face. Meanwhile, the present day Loki was watching the interaction with a pained expression. He remembered how it felt that first time you said you loved him. That was all he needed to hear before falling in love with you just the same.

“A magic trick?” The Loki on screen asked, mischief swirling behind his eyes.

“Well you are the God of Mischief, aren’t you?” You tilted your head to the side and looked at him through your eyelashes. A full, open mouthed smirk dressed his face now. His hand went to yours and it held it up, keeping your wrist tightly between his fingers. Loki brushed the fingers on his other hand over your palm and a diamond appeared. You looked at the beautiful diamond, weightless in your hand, and let out an unexpected gasp.

“Oh, Loki. That’s amazing.” You gave him an over dramatic sigh, but he completely fell for it. “But I don’t care much for diamonds. I haven’t any use for them.”

Loki felt a twinge of competition brewing in his chest, like he had to win your approval. You faked a yawn and his eyes gleamed with determination.

“You don’t like that? Well how about this?” Loki challenged and waved his fingers over your palm again. This time, a flower appeared. It didn’t look like any earthly flower. It was ten times more beautiful and smelled better than anything you had ever smelled before. The flowers colors were green and black with accents of gold, just like Loki’s outfit. You stared at the flower in amazement before looking up shyly at him. If you weren’t mistaken, the God of Mischief had a blush on his cheeks as he watched your face carefully for approval. Loki then picked up the flower and tucked it behind your ear. He began to lean in slightly, but you were interrupted by Thor and Rocket knocking over a vase. You noticed they had the stone and were ready to go. Luckily, you saw them before Loki did.

“What was-“ Loki began to turn his head towards the sound but you quickly put a hand behind his head and pulled him into a kiss. You felt his eyes flutter shut as you opened yours, catching sight of Rocket and Thor pretending to gag out of the corner of your eye. With one hand, you motioned for them to move. They quickly scattered and you pulled away from the kiss. Loki was fully blushing now but doing his best to conceal it, though his best wasn’t good enough. He seemed completely bewildered, making you wonder if he’d ever kissed anyone before. You touched your fingertips to your lips and felt a pang of guilt. This was your first time kissing someone other than Peter Parker in 5 years, and it made you feel guilty with how much you enjoyed it. Loki appeared to be just as lost in his thoughts as you were as he struggled to catch his breath. He ran a hand over the long black hair that you had slightly messed up in the back.

“Thanks for the flower. And for everything else. Bye!” You tried to make a quick escape, but Loki caught your arm.

“Wait!” He pulled you back towards him and looked at you with wide eyes. “Will I see you again?”

“No.” You smiled sadly. “I don’t think you will.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” He asked. “I know a Midgardian when I see one.”

“Good catch.” You let out a short laugh. “No, I’m not from here. I’m not even from this reality. I just needed to borrow something from your present. I’m from Earth, and I really have to get back.”

You tried to leave again, but Loki followed after to you and caught you by the waist. You stumbled back into his arms and blinked in surprise.

“Won’t you stay?” He asked hopefully. “We only just met. Do you have to leave so soon?”

“I do.” You frowned. “I’m sorry. I really need to go home.”

“All right.” Loki reluctantly let go of you. “If you must.”

You looked at him for a moment and chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating what to do. You looked behind you and saw Thor and Rocket preparing to leave. You motioned for them to leave without you before looking back at Loki.

“Do you have a pen?” You asked him.

“A what?”

“To write with.” You chuckled and motioned as of you were writing something down. Loki waved his hand and made a quill appear out of thin air, along with a piece of paper.

“That’ll work.” You shrugged and took the quill. You wrote your name and address down on the paper and handed it to him.

“If you’re ever on earth.” You smiled shyly. “Come find me.”

“I will.” He nodded eagerly.

“I really have to go now.” You said as you looked over your shoulder to where Thor was hiding. You turned back to Loki and gave him one last kiss, surprising the both of you.

“You’ll see me again.” You said softly. “Maybe not in this timeline, but the next.”

“That’s enough.” Loki interrupted, making the screen pause. “I know what happens. And since you’ve been studying me all my life as you claim, so do you. We don’t need to watch anymore.”

“I get it, you’re impatient.” Mobius held up his hands. “We can fast forward. How about we go to the part where you used magic to break her suit? Your brother was able to get back to Earth just fine, but she was stuck on Asgard. All because of you.”

Mobius pointed a remote at the screen and fast forwarding through Loki sneaking you to his bed chambers. He stopped when he got to you and Loki sitting on his silk sheeted bed.

“I don’t know why it won’t work.” You sighed as you touched all the buttons on your suit. “I must’ve run out of Pym Particles or something. I need to fix it so I can get back to Earth.”

“Right, right. Earth.” Loki said with disinterest. “What did you need to borrow anyway?”

“The aether.” You told him as the decor in his room caught your attention. You began to look at all his golden trinkets and stolen objects with awe.

“An infinity stone?” He was taken aback. “But why?”

“In the future, Thanos wipes out half the universe.” You began. “I’m on a recovery mission with the rest of the Avengers to collect the Infinity Stones to undo what he did. We’re trying to bring all the people back.”

“Half the people in the universe gone?” He gasped. “That sounds awful.”

“It is.” You stilled for a moment. “Honestly, I’m miserable. Absolutely miserable. All my family vanished. My boyfriend is gone. Half the Avengers are gone. The sky isn’t even blue anymore. It’s horrible.”

“So you aren’t happy there?” Loki asked as he walked over to you, a little jealousy bubbling when you mentioned a boyfriend.

“I hate it.” You admitted. “Everywhere I turn, I’m reminded of what I lost. That’s why it’s so important that we bring everyone back.”

“But what if your plan fails?” Loki wondered. “What if you don’t bring back all the stones? Or what if you do, but it doesn’t bring anyway back?”

“Then I don’t know what I’d do.” You shrugged sadly. “This plan is all I have. If it fails…”

“You don’t even want to think about that, do you?” He finished your sentence when you trailed off. You looked at him and nodded softly, grateful that he understood.

“Yeah.” You said quietly. “It’s too hard to imagine.”

“See?” Loki interrupted again. “She was miserable on Earth. She said it herself. I was trying to save her from a lifetime of misery.”

“I think you’re forgetting something.” Mobius reminded him.

“Forgetting what?” Loki scoffed.

“The plan worked.” Mobius said. “Thor brought the Aether back to her original timeline, and the Avengers were able to bring everyone back. She was supposed to go too, but she was left on Asgard. That was your first offense with the TVA.”

“Oh, screw the TVA.” Loki slammed his hand on the table. “She didn’t want to go back to Earth. She was unhappy there.”

“Is that why you told her Earth was destroyed?” Mobius asked. Loki stilled and sank in his seat as he was reminded of his lies. Mobius fast forwarded again, but didn’t play another scene. Instead, he paused on a clip of you looked utterly devestated. Loki had to look away, not wanting to see you in that much pain.

“Now, I’m not gonna play this part.” Mobius shook his head. “Because even I find it hard to watch. But you need to know what you did, so I’ll remind you.”

“You don’t need to do this.” Loki seethed. “I know what I did. I know what I told her.”

“Fine, then.” Mobius shrugged. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Loki sucked in a sharp breath before looking back at the screen. The image of your desolate expression had never left his memory, so he really didn’t need to see it again to be reminded of what he had done.

“She tried to leave again.” Loki began as he stared at the screen. “I knocked her out with my magic. When she woke up, I told her Thanos had destroyed Earth and everyone on it. I said there was nothing left for her to return to.”

“She was devestated.” Mobius said quietly.

“I know she was.” Loki snapped. “She cried for a month straight.”

“So why’d you do it?” Mobius put his hands on his hips. “Why did you lie to her?”

“I didn’t want her to go.” Loki admitted, growing disgusted with himself. “I wanted her to stay with me on Asgard. She wouldn’t want to go back to Earth if she thought there was no Earth to go back to.”

“Why keep her?” Mobius wondered. “You barely knew her. Why hold her hostage like that?”

“She wasn’t held hostage.” Loki growled. “She was safe and loved and happy. No one on Asgard was taken better care of than she was. And I may not have known here when she first arrived, but we became inseparable after a while. We were almost married, for Odin’s sake. I’ll show you.”

Loki grabbed the remote from Mobius and pressed a button, fast forwarding until he found what he was looking for.

“Look.” Loki proudly pointed to the screen. “Watch this.”

He pressed play and watched as a memory of you and him played out on the screen.

“Where are we going?” You asked as Loki lead you somewhere with his hands over your eyes.

“Almost there. So impatient.” He clicked his tongue.

“You’ve taken me around the whole palace.” You chuckled. “I have a right to be impatient.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Loki stopped walking but didn’t remove his hands. “All right. We’re here.”

You pulled his hands off of your face and found yourself in front of two large green doors.

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “Doors.

“Open the doors.” He rolled his eyes. You gave him a playful look over your shoulder before pushing the doors open.

“Oh my God.” You gasped when the doors opened. The room was decorated from ceiling to floor with all kinds of Asgardian wildlife. I’m the center of the room, your name was spelled out in the flower Loki had presented you with on the day you met. There was a running waterfall that cascading from the ceiling to the ground, leaving a soothing babbling sound throughout the room.

“It’s yours.” Loki said as he watched your reaction. “You mentioned once that you always wanted a garden. Now you do.”

“Oh, Loki.” You turned around and rushed into his arms. He stumbled back in surprise before hugging you back tightly.

“This is the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.” You mumbled against his chest.

“Well, you’ve been so upset lately. I wanted to cheer you up.” He said as he stroked your hair. It had been a month since he lied to you and told you that Earth was destroyed, and you were finally starting to act like yourself again.

“Thank you.” You pulled away to look at him. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”

“I truly hope you like it, darling.” He said softly as he brushed your cheek with his thumb. “It’s all yours.”

You looked into his eyes for a moment before your gaze fell to his lips. Since your last kiss, Loki had brought you food and kept you company every day. You had a built up a friendship with him since arriving to Asgard, but now you felt differently. There was a connection from the very first day, but it had gotten lost in your lament over your planets alleged destruction. Now, there was nothing stopping you from feeling that connection again. You hesitated before leaning it to kiss him. Just like last time, you felt his eyes flutter shut before he kissed you back. His hands cupped your face as you reached your arms around his neck. Loki watched your first kiss on the screen with a proud but mournful smile.

“Isn’t that something?” Mobius said as he paused the screen. Loki blinked back to reality and wiped his face, not realizing until that moment he had been crying.

“That scene speaks for itself.” Loki cleared his throat and tried to act like he hadn’t been crying. “You can see how happy she was. She loved that garden. And she loved me.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Mobius nodded. “But it’s hard to see past the fact that your entire relationship was built on a lie. She was only with you because she thought her home was destroyed.”

“She was with me for three years.” Loki said sharply. “The lie may have kept her there in the beginning, but she stayed willingly after that. She wanted to be on Asgard. She wanted to be with me.”

“Maybe. But she wasn’t supposed to be.” Mobius reminded him. “That wasn’t her timeline. She was supposed to be on Earth. She was supposed to be with Peter.”

“Peter?” Loki sputtered in disdain. “Peter Parker? Her little boyfriend from when she was a teenager?”

“In most time lines, they end up together.” Mobius said, knocking the wind out of Loki’s chest. “She went on that mission because she wanted to bring him back. Do you think she would have stayed, even for a second, if she knew her boyfriend Peter was alive back on Earth?”

“She told me they were 17 when the Thanos wiped out half the universe. That means Peter would’ve been 17 when he returned. She was 22 when she came to Asgard. She hadn’t been his girlfriend for 5 years. She had grown up. Her life went on. They would’ve had nothing in common anymore.”

“But she was supposed-“

“Who cares what she was supposed to do?” Loki snapped. “Why does the TVA get to decided what she was supposed to do or where she was supposed to be?”

“They’re the Time Keepers. They make the rules. And the rules say you can’t take someone from a different timeline and marry them. Oh, that reminds me.”

“Reminds you of what?”

“Your punishment. Mobius pressed a different button and a cloudy box appeared. “Go in there while I get the rest of your files.”

“What? I’m not going in there.” Loki scoffed.

“Don’t make me get the guards.” Mobius sighed. Loki clenched his jaw and looked at the ceiling, not wanting to be overpowered by the guards again. He reluctantly stood up, gave Mobius a sarcastic smile, and went through the cloudy portal.

As soon as Loki stepped through the portal, he stepped into his bedroom back on Asgard. He took another step forward, just as something stirred in his sheets. You sat up all the sudden, hair messy and wearing Loki’s horned crown. It was too big for your head and hung in your eyes, but the sight still took Loki’s breath away.

“Y/n?” Loki gasped and stepped forward.

“Hi.” You said before yawning. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Go ahead.” Loki nodded eagerly. He failed to see how this was a punishment. It had been so long since he last saw you that this felt more like a reward.

“I want our wedding to be earth themed.” You told him as you took his hands in yours.

“Our…our wedding?” Loki asked. He looked around the room and realized that he was not actually with you, but reliving a memory from years ago.

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly. “I just miss it so much. I want it to be a part of our special day.”

Loki found himself at a loss for words. He knew that when this memory originally happened, he had continued to lie to you and lead you to believe Earth had been destroyed. This time, he knew better and kept his mouth shut.

“We could have sunflowers.” You continued. “That was my favorite flower back on earth. And we could serve earth food and play earth music and-“

“Of course darling.” He cut you off and squeezed your hand. “Whatever you want. We will have it all.”

“Thank you. And if it’s not too much to ask, I want a minute of silence where everyone lights a candle.” You said quietly. “For Peter.”

Loki gulped and forced a smile, that line causing him just as much pain now as it did then.

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” You stood up from the bed and hugged him tightly. Loki hugged you back with a troubling frown on his face. He had forgotten how guilty he felt every time he had to lie to you. He pulled away and brought you into a long kiss, wordlessly trying to convey that he loved you and was sorry.

“I can’t wait. I can’t tell you how much I miss earth.” You sighed against his lips.

“Mm hm.” He gulped.

“I just wish I could’ve seen it one last time.” You frowned, eyes growing tearful. “I feel so guilty all the time. I would’ve died too if I had gone back with Thor when I was supposed to.”

“Then it’s a good thing you didn’t go.” Loki said weakly, knowing Thor was very much alive in your timeline back on Earth.

“I know.” You sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake the survivors guilt. It makes me sick sometimes.”

Loki stayed silent as he fingers drummed against your waist. Before he could respond, his body jerked back and he suddenly reentered the room.

“Hi.” You said before yawning. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Loki looked behind him before looking back at you. The memory played all over again, forcing him to lie to you once again. When you told him how guilty you felt, he was sent back and had to relive the moment over again. Each time he had to lie to you, he felt more disgusted with himself. After the thirteenth time, he had enough.

“I just wish I could’ve seen it one last time.” You frowned, eyes growing tearful. “I feel so guilty all the time. I would’ve died too if I had gone back with Thor when I was supposed to.”

“I lied to you.” He admitted. “Earth was never destroyed. Thor and all the Avengers and your family, they’re all fine.”

“What?” You blinked in confusion.

“I’m not your savior. I didn’t save you from anything. I stole you from your time line because I fell in love with you the moment we met. You were the first person to show a a genuine interest in me, and I took advantage of that. And for that, I am deeply, deeply sorry.”

“Oh, Loki.” You sighed and stroked his face. “It’s too late for that.”

“What?” He frowned as he wrapped his hand around your wrist to keep your palm against his face.

“I’m not even here.” You whispered.

“All right Loki.” Mobius walked through the portal before Loki could answer you. “I got the rest of your files. Let’s go.”

“But…I can’t just leave her.” Loki held on to you tightly.

“She’s not even real.” Mobius shrugged as he held up his remote. It pulled Loki back through the portal and he stumbled back into his seat.

“Here’s the last one.” Mobius said, but Loki wasn’t listening. He was still thinking about how it felt to touch you one last time. He blinked back a tear before looking up at the screen. You were there once again, talking to one of the new maids.

“Oh, I wasn’t born here.” He heard you telling the maid. “I’m from Earth.”

“A midgardian?” The maid smiled. “Wow. You’re quite far from home.”

“I know.” You smiled sadly. “I miss it every day. But I’m happy here. I’m really happy with Loki.”

“If you miss it, why don’t you go back?” The maid asked, making Loki suck in a breath. He knew exactly what was coming.

“Go back?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “What do you mean? Earth was destroyed three years ago.”

“No it wasn’t.” The nurse laughed. “Earth is fine.”

The audio faded out as you turned to look at Loki. He felt like you were looking right through him, down to his rotten soul. Your face was frozen in horror and betrayal as you finally learned the truth. Three years after arriving on Asgard, you found out your home hadn’t been destroyed after all. It was all a lie. A lie told to you by the man you thought you loved.

“Stop.” Loki choked out. “Stop it. Turn it off.”

Mobius paused the screen and looked at Loki in silence. To his surprise, Loki was wiping his tears off on the sleeves of his jumpsuit. His eyes were red and full of remorse as he looked up at the screen.

“I don’t need it see it again.” He whispered. “I know she trusted me. I know I betrayed her. I did that.”

“So you understand why the TVA is arresting you?” Mobius asked softly. “You didn’t just steal the tesseract. You stole that girl from her reality. Even if she loved you, she was never supposed to be with you.”

Loki nodded before hanging his head in shame. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew it the entire time he was doing it. Even though he betrayed you out of his love for you, he still betrayed you.

“You’re right.” Loki said sincerely. “She was never mine to keep. Never mine to lose either.”

“No, she wasn’t.” Mobius agreed as he watched Loki curiously. The look of utter remorse on Loki’s face was out of character after everything Mobius had studied about him.

“Could you just tell me if she’s all right?” Loki sniffled. “That’s all I ask. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” Mobius answered. “She’s fighting for the Avengers again and reunited with her family.”

“Is she still miserable?”

“No.” Mobius smiled a little. “Not anymore.”

“And…and Peter?” His voice was barely audible now.

“Don’t worry about that.” Mobius told him. “It won’t do you any good. And for what it’s worth, there are timelines that exists where she stays. There’s even a timeline where you two are alligators and rule a kingdom in a lake.”

Loki smiled too, grateful that you were able to move on after his betrayal. Mobius furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of Loki genuinely caring about another human being, something he was not used to seeing.

“I could show you one more thing.” Mobius offered sympathetically. Loki reluctantly looked back at the screen as the man his play. To his surprise, all the good moments of his relationship with you flashed before him. All the kisses and laughter, fond smiles and endearing moments played on the screen, bringing tears to his eyes. He leaned toward on the table to get as close to you as possible, reaching out towards you with his shackled hands. The screen went blank suddenly, and his smile fell.

“They’re ready for you.” Mobius said as he checked his phone. “I can take you to the court now.”

Loki stayed silent as he was lead to the courtroom and sat in front of the judge. All he could think about was the moments of happiness he had been able to relive.

“Loki Laufeyson.” The judge brought his attention back. “How do you plead?

Loki blinked a few times, your smile flashing before him each time he closed his eyes. He thought about he had caused that smile to fade with every lie he told, and that’s when he knew he had his answer. He looked the judge right in the eye and entered his plea.

“Guilty.”

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Files - Loki x female reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, light degradation, glasses kink?

requested by @aestheticallyholland:  hello! i hope your still taking requests. can you do a fic based on the gif below wherein the female reader works at the TVA and Loki casually and always flirts with her like in the gif. you can do whatever you want with it. it may also lead to smut 😌

and requested by anon: hey can you write a smut with Loki that she’s shy read with glasses that has choking kink with hint of degrading 🤤🤤😭

a/n: thank you and credits for the gif to @aestheticallyholland​ !!! hope you like this!

“So, you’d like to go out?”

You stared at the new variant, your fingers stopped writing on the typewriter. He had this smirk of his, leaning down on you in the other side of the counter. It was common for Loki to come and talk, or flirt shamelessly with you since a few days ago. So you chuckled at his question.

“Where exactly? We’re locked up here, remember?”

“I feel like you get bored a lot,” Loki said.

“More than I would like to admit,” you accepted, adjusting your glasses on the bride of yout nose.

He shifted his posture and you knew he was up for something. You knew him since he arrived to check some files, along with Mobius, who was someone you never really talked to until Loki approached to you. But Loki... he was something else. Maybe he had too much confidence on himself, but quickly you noticed he searched for you every time he could.

“Tell me what are you planning, Loki,” you narrowed your eyes, behind your glasses.

He licked his lips, eliciting a strange but known feeling inside you. You felt your legs squeezing together unconsciously. Loki leaned down and whispered softly to you.

“Do you have those files?”

“Loki,” you gasped. He had you pinned against the last shelf on the place, where you supposedly were to look up for the information he had been seeking for. He slowly pushed into you, your legs around his waist, holding on his arms for dear life while he fucked you deeply. Your glasses almost falling off from your pretty face at every thrust of him.

His low groans felt against your neck, where he left some kisses and soft bitten skin. Loki pulled out and slammed again inside you, making you moan louder. You hid your head on his shoulder, the sound of your skins slapping and the obscene smell of sex filled the place.

The excting fear of getting caught got on your mind, and you almost came to your high for this only thought. Your walls clenched around his dick, making him grunt.

“You’re such a good girl,” Loki whispered darkly, inhaling the scent of your skin. His words made you clench around him again and he chuckled. “Taking my cock like the whore I always knew you were.”

You moaned, feeling the familiar knot on your belly.

“Use your words, or I’m stopping,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir, I’m a whore, please make me cum,” you begged.

Loki smirked, taking you on his arms, your bodies still bonded together, and walked to the nearest desk, lying you down there. He spread your legs apart, lifting up your skirt and showing more your breasts through your blouse.

His hips moved again, making wonders on your body. His hands grabbed your sides that surely will leave marks on you later on. The place was empty by that time, not a single soul could think you were being fucked by a god on that desk.

Your glasses where almost falling again and you managed to leave them on again all the time. Loki’s cock twitched inside you, hitting your g-spot now. Soft whimpers left your mouth.

“Fuck, you look so shy and still I know you’d let me take you on every surface in this place until you only remember my name,” he teased, playing with your clit.

His big hands moved to cup your tits as he fucked you roughly. You bit your lip, taking his right hand and placing it on around your neck softly. Loki got the hint and wrapped his fingers around the skin, starting to choke you slightly until you felt your breath was leaving your body for a moment.

It felt like heaven. The way he pounded into your pussy, the sound of your skins, your sounds mixing together and his hands roaming on your throath and your half naked body, while he was basically fully clothed was pure bliss.

“I’m going to cum, please, can I cum?” you begged.

“Cum for me, then,” he breathed, giving your lips a harsh and sloppy kiss. You came down from your high and Loki swallowed all your moans and cries with his own lips.

He made you sit down on the desk, thrusting into your still sensitive cunt until he reached his own high, releasing his seed inside you. His hands stayed around your neck, without making any pressure on your skin.

“That was so fucking good, I even forgot why we came here,” you breathed, collapsing on his chest.

Loki adjusted your glasses and smiled, fixing your skirt.

“I still needs those files, love.”

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