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layla4567 · 7 months

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You're being mean

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Pairing: TVA!Loki x Fem!reader

Summary: The bastard of X-5 or "Brad Wolfe" as he now calls himself has returned to his original timeline and is a renowned actor. When you try to catch him he won't stop bothering you and crossing the line with you, luckily Loki comes to the rescue.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Not proofread, Loki torturing Brad, Bradley being a brat (and kinda flirty), Jealousy Loki i think that's all

"I don't see it here, are you sure it's here?"

"Have I ever been wrong?"

Loki gave his friend a questioning look

"Ok ok but that time it was Miss Minutes' fault, not mine."

"You're bad at lying Mobius"

You walked up behind them wearing a beautiful long ivory dress. Mobius and Loki in their elegant tuxedos gave you an approving look.

"But he's right, X-5 is close, I feel it."

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go"

Mobius took the lead and you and Loki followed him. Loki stood next to you, wrapping his hand around your waist while he whispered in your ear.

"You look ravishing my dear"

"And your tuxedo looks wonderful on you"

Loki smiled as you placed a kiss on his cheek. The three of you walked through the alleys of the city in your elegant clothes. You arrived at the entrance of a theater with a giant billboard that said "ZANIAC"

"What kind of joke is this?". You said

"Looks like someone's been busy". Mobius joked

There were a lot of people crowded together and several photographers shooting their flashes at a guy who was getting out of a limousine dressed in a black tuxedo and a kind of white scarf over his shoulders. He smiled and greeted the people who smiled and applauded him. Loki, Mobius and you were left behind the crowd so he didn't see them.

"Let's get this over with"

You said as Loki offered you his arm and you placed your hand on it heading towards the red carpet entrance. Inside there seemed to be more people than outside, everyone was drinking and smiling while they chatted. Everything had a festive atmosphere. People approached X-5 and called him Brad Wolfe while he waved and posed smiling for the cameras.

The three of you stood in line as "Brad" walked by to say hello, upon seeing Mobius, Loki and you he almost dropped his bright smile but quickly hugged you and Mobius.

"Guys! It's good to see you!". He said with fake joy as he continued smiling at the paparazzi.

He was about to hug Loki but Loki looked at him seriously and this seemed to intimidate the actor so he lowered his arms and walked away clearing his throat.

"So your name is Brad Wolfe now?". You asked

"Bradley, indeed. Brad for friends". He said with a proud and presumptuous smile.

Bradley exhaled and clapped his hands while nervously looking away.

"Listen now I have an important premiere of my movie, what do you think if you have a drink while you wait? Mobius, Y/N what do you want?"

"surprise me". He said

"What he said"

"What about you Loki? What will you take?"

"Oh I'm fine, thank you"

"Ok then it will be two whiskeys and a martini for the lady"

Brad said winking as you rolled your eyes, Loki frowned.

"Well I guess this isn't so bad, we can drink while we work"

"Is he running?". Loki asked

"He is running!"

As Bradley escaped through a back door the three of you ran after him. Your dress and heels made it difficult for you to run but you managed by grabbing the hem of your dress and holding it up while trying not to slip and fall. Brad was fast but luckily he was still in your field of vision. You suddenly realized that Mobius was falling behind as he slowed down. You stopped and went for your friend

"Mobius, what's wrong, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah it's just… I'm too old for this, I'm tired". He said while breathing heavily

"Come on, put your arm on my shoulder, I won't leave you here."

You were about to grab his arm but he stopped you by leaning his back against the brick wall.

"No, no, you have to reach him before we lose track of him. Go ahead!"

Reluctantly you continued running while wondering where the hell Loki had gone. Now Brad was further away but when he noticed that they were not chasing him he slowed down, that gave you an advantage so you took off your heels, throwing them near a trash can and ran with all your strength to catch up with him. Brad turned his head and saw you, nervously he started to run faster but you were already closing the distance and with a few steps you caught up with him. You grabbed him by the arm, he squirmed but couldn't get out of your grip.

"You won't be able to escape Brad". You said, catching your breath as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Please Y/N you don’t have to do this, just let me go”

"Let the only person who knows what happened to Dox and Sylvie escape? Let me think about it". You placed your index finger on your chin pretending to think. "Mmh NO"

Brad sighed with a grimace of disgust as he looked into the alleys for a possible escape route. Suddenly he slowly approached you, forcing you to press your back against the wall.

"Listen, we've worked together for a long time, you know me, I know you. Why don't we forget all this and just let me get on with what was supposed to be my life in the original timeline?"

You just looked at him with a frown without giving in, as Brad knew this he placed a hand gently on your shoulder.

"You know? If you let me stay here maybe I can even make a place for you in my career, you can surely be a great actress. Better than Brigitte Bardot if you let me say, which by the way the rumors are false, I'm not dating her if you're interested know"

Bradley smiled knowingly at you with that sickly vain smile he always had. You were about to tell him to go to hell when a shot of emerald green magic collided with him, sending him backwards until he fell on the cold floor near some stairs. You turned your head in surprise to see who had done that and you couldn't help a huge smile on your face. Your boyfriend Loki came walking opening his tuxedo with one hand. When he got close to you he asked you if you were okay, you said yes. Then he looked at Brad seriously.

"I think you're not playing fair, Brad."

Bradley growled and got up to run again, Loki ran after him.

"Meow". You purred, smiling amused.

Mobius, who had seen the whole scene, came trotting slowly towards you. I look at Loki who was running away and then at you, looking from one person to another with a confused grimace.

"You two are very weird"

Loki chased Brad down alleys until he reached a dead end, leaving Brad trapped between him and a large graffitied wall. Loki wasted no time and cloned himself using illusions, now these two Lokis cast a large horned shadow on the wall. The eyes of the original Loki turned green and the shadows took on a life of their own and captured Brad who was writhing and shaking his fists trying to get free. You and Mobius arrived just in time to see Bradley being humiliated.

"A little over the top, don't you think, all the shadow play?"

"I thought it was spot on"

Loki made his other clones disappear in a bright green snap, you smiled in delight. You loved when he did that.

"Of course my love"

***

When you returned to the TVA you already had your uniforms, you were wearing a long brown knee-length skirt with a matching jacket. They were about to enter the room where Brad was detained but first Mobius gave us a warning.

"Ok before we walk through that door I have to warn you that Brad knows all the interrogation strategies and he's also an asshole, so don't let him get under your skin okay?"

You nodded your head but Loki remained silent. You and Mobius looked at him and he felt offended.

"What?"

You laughed and went in with the others. The orange room was large and empty except for a small seat in the middle of the room where Bradley was.

"Welcome back, will remove this annoying collar from me?"

"Shut up." Mobius said

"Someone is grumpy today…"

You rolled your eyes trying not to exasperate yourself but Bbrad was a difficult guy to deal with.

"Let's get back to what interests us, where are Sylvie and Dox?". Loki asked

"I don't have the slightest idea, by the way, by what authority do they keep me here? Because in this entire room I don't see anyone with enough rank to do it"

"We don't need anyone's approval to arrest a hunter who abandoned his job."

Bradley looked at you with a swaggering sideways smile.

"Oh that's cute, really cute. But weren't you three the ones who said that free will is important and all that shit? Well, I went to get my life back, now tell me why you're upset with that."

"Because there are lives at stake"

Bradley's gaze passed from yours to Loki who was looking at him with his hands in his pockets and hunter's eyes.

"Lives at stake? Sure, I understand"

Brad repeated the phrase and sighed, shaking his head.

"We all know what you're trying to do. You're trying to make up for all the terrible things you've done in your pathetic life.."

Loki took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and Mobius was afraid that Loki would do something bad, so he stopped him.

"Ok that's enough"

"No, no Mobius, It's ok. Let him talk, I want to hear more"

"Good, everything you have tried to do to help others has only made things worse. I have read your file and the problem has always been you, you think you are special and you are not"

"Watch your viperous tongue Brad…"

You warned him gravely as you took a step forward, as if you wanted to assure him that if his next word is anything hurtful, it will be his death sentence.

"But it's the truth." He looked at you and then back at Loki. "Let's face it, it doesn't matter what you wear or what lies you tell your friend and yourself. You always make everything you touch worse. For Mobius, for Y/ N, for your mother.."

Brad shrugged and Loki raised his chin, feeling slightly hurt but trying to suppress it. That was the last straw for you. No one was going to dare talk like that about someone you loved, no matter who it was. You lowered your head for a second and let out an airy laugh full of anger and approached Brad with a firm step, clenching your fists.

"Ok you really have to learn to shut up"

"Y/N..." . Mobius said softly and with fear

"But why would I keep quiet? I'm just telling the truth."

You tensed your jaw as you placed your hands on your knees, leaning a little more towards his face to be almost at his height. He just looked at you defiantly, tilting his face up slightly.

"The only truth here is that you are an egocentric idiot who only cares about his timeline and not anyone else's, you said that Loki wasn't special, well you aren't either, let's be clear."

He looked at you laughing lowly, he seemed to have fun with this.

"You look adorable trying to insult me or take information from me. That's not going to work. I told you, I've known you for a long time and you wouldn't hurt a fly."

With every thing Brad said about you, Loki's jaw clenched more and his pupils dilated slightly, lowering his chin.

You stood up, crossing your arms and tilting your head, trying to analyze him.

"Why are you so sure about that?"

He laughed harder, smiling and looking away for a second to see you again with an even more arrogant attitude.

"You've always been like this, the sweet Y/N, so helpful but so weak in character. You think you can be tough and play bad cop, but you can't. In fact, I thought you were smarter than that."

Loki exhaled and moved uncomfortably in the place without stopping to see Brad, Loki seemed to want to kill him with his eyes. Mobius looked from side to side, not knowing what to do and fearing the worst.

"You know what? Someone as smart as you wouldn't have looked for a guy who thinks he's a pathetic god as a boyfriend. You would have looked for a better match."

Brad said that last bit with a stupid smug smile making his intentions clear when he said another match. You felt like you had had enough so you just smiled.

"Stand up now"

"Sure." He said with a shrug.

When he got up you got closer to him and looked at him sighing with a smile that announced a victory. You placed your hands on his shoulders.

"Maybe you're right, you know, Loki did horrible, awful things to a lot of people. And maybe it's also true that sometimes when he tries to help others he makes mistakes." You pretended to remove some lint from his shoulder, fix his clothes and comb his hair with a finger, Brad just followed your hand confused "But do you know what the difference is between him and you? That he does try to correct his mistakes and doesn't hide like a coward pretending that everything is fine like you"

Mobius lowered his head trying to suppress a laugh while Loki smiled slightly proud of you. Brad looked at Mobius with a frown and then turned to you.

"Oh, and one more thing"

Suddenly you kneed him hard in his groin, making him groan in pain, causing him to bend forward, placing his hands where you had hit him.

"Never underestimate me, honey"

You walked away with a triumphant look while now Mobius, unable to contain himself anymore, let out the laugh he had been holding for a long time. You approached Loki and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Are you alright?"

He looked at you lovingly, smiling and relaxing his jaw, feeling himself relax.

"Of course, my dear"

"Well I think we've had enough, we'll come back later"

Mobius said as he approached the two of you. Suddenly he came to your side and whispered to you.

"That was excellent!". He said smiling and raising his thumbs in approval.

You laughed and left the room with them. You wouldn't let anyone speak ill of your friends, much less Loki. Maybe he was a pathetic god, but he was your pathetic god.

***

this was so silly xd but I've wanted to write something like that ever since that episode came out.

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3me-k · 1 month

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Okay who on Mobius approved Tails’ new hairstyle/furstyle/idk because oh god this is killing me I don’t know what you guys think about this it just feel so SO ODD to me 😭

(Im still boycotting Paramount btw, this is just another reason for me to not watch Sonic movies)

#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #tails wachowski #tails the fox #sonic #movie tails #knuckles

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cookies-and-music · 3 months

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Ghost. - part 9: Toxic.

I suggest listening to Mery on a Cross by Ghost reading this.

Part 1 here - part 10 here .

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

WARNINGS: Captain America wouldn't approve the language

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

To solve the chaos that had erupted at the TVA and set everything right before it collapsed, a series of answers were needed, none of which anyone present had; therefore, while Loki and Mobius were busy trying to find X-5 and consequently Sylvie, Lydia was tasked with finding Renslayer and Miss Minutes. A burden that had come along with her promotion to analyst.

"We haven't found any trace of Renslayer's tempad," Lydia approached briskly, accompanied by Casey and B-15, to Mobius's desk where he and Loki were busy with X-5's tempad, "but we traced the recipient of her last message: Miss Minutes."

"Moreover, Renslayer and He Who Remains are in cahoots," Loki nodded, "I found out while I was in the past."

"What a woman... full of surprises," B-15 scoffed.

"What... are you two doing?" Lydia leaned in close to Loki. Not because she desperately wanted his proximity, especially after believing him dead, partly because of her. Absolutely not. It was to get a better look at the tempad, of course.

"We're trying to figure out how this modified tempad of X-5 works," Loki turned to her, and Lydia could hear his breath with every syllable he uttered. Not that it affected her.

"A man accustomed to using 80s technology and an alien god from Asgard?" She asked amusedly, glancing from one to the other.

"Hey, look, we're doing just fine," Mobius retorted.

"No, not really," Casey shook his head.

"I think my team could get better results," she reached out with a smirk, her hand open towards Loki, who exchanged a glance with Mobius before handing the tempad over to Lydia.

"Also, I'd like to be present when you question X-5" She passed the object to Casey.

"What?" Mobius spread his arms.

"He might have relevant information about the Minus/Renslayer issue, which is my case."

"Our case" B-15 emphasized.

"Sure" Lydia rolled her eyes, and Loki shot her a glance, amused at how she was turning work into a personal competition with Mobius, "anyway, it's a request you can't refuse, Mobius," she smiled, "it would be unprofessional."

Mobius rolled his eyes, "Am I ever going to get rid of you? How do you manage to worm your way in everywhere?"

"I'm very flexible."

Loki's imagination projected a couple of images of how flexible Lydia could be, but he pushed them back before anyone could notice.

---

"Bred is an asshole, so don't let him provoke you," Mobius had said, but it was very difficult. And Loki had just offered the opportunity to sting by saying his help was needed because there were "lives at stake."

"Lives at stake," Brad repeated. "You've got a lot of nerve... everyone here knows what you're doing, you're just trying to make up for all the terrible and horrible things you've done in life. You're pathetic."

Lydia clenched her jaw but didn't speak. Provocation, it was just provocation.

"I've read your file. You're the problem. Every time we've found one of you. You think you're special, but you're not. No matter what you wear or what lies you tell, in the end, all you do is destroy those around you," Brad glanced towards Lydia. She just looked at him with disgust before glancing at Loki, who kept his low.

"As it happened with your mother."

Lydia snapped.

"You ugly piece of shit," she managed only to take a step towards him before Loki blocked her with his body.

"You know that's what he wants," he said into her ear, "don't let him win." Lydia shifted her gaze to him and took a deep breath, trying to internalize all the calmness his blue irises conveyed.

"Don't listen to him, Princhett," Brad jeered, drawing her attention again, "what does he know about victories when all he can do is losing?"

Loki grabbed her chin, bringing her eyes back to him. Lydia swallowed and nodded slightly. She could handle it, she was fine. She was a professional.

"Stop trying to be a hero, buddy. You're a villain, and you're good at it."

Loki let her go, turning back to Brad.

"Thanks, Brad.” Loki let out a bitter laugh “Thanks a lot. I'm very touched. You're right. I've done terrible and horrible things," Lydia clenched her jaw again, to contain herself, "Yes, maybe that's who I am, they know it well. It's the real me... a loser," he smiled bitterly "I always have been and always will be."

Lydia glanced from him to Brad, trying to understand Loki's strategy.

"And perhaps I was... holding back something," he dangerously approached Brad, "maybe I was just waiting for the right moment, a moment like this, to do terrible and horrible things," he looked down at Brad, "to you."

Lydia hoped he would punch him. She really wanted to see that smug bastard's face distorted. No, it wasn't professional, but it was fair.

"So I'll ask you again: where is Sylvie?" He stressed her name.

"You're too fixated on her," Brad sneered.

"Okay, that's enough," Mobius grabbed Loki by the shoulder, pulling him towards Lydia who approached him, putting a hand on his arm. Not to stop him but to let him know she understood the discomfort he felt.

"You need a psychologist," Brad sneered, watching the scene, "I know one who does couples therapy, or maybe group therapy would be better since there are three of you."

She could have killed him. How much would it cost her? She was dead in the sacred timeline, and the TVA was about to collapse, she had nothing to lose.

"There's too much tension here," Mobius tried to lighten the mood, "Brad, cooperate with us, and we'll send you back to your beloved timeline, as if nothing ever happened. What do you say?" he offered with a smile.

"Would you?"

"Of course, I promise."

Brad let out a fake sigh before bursting into laughter, "Did you see? Damn Mobius, you should be an actor."

"I'm not, I'm an analyst."

"No, you're not!" Brad blurted out, "You're not an analyst because none of this is real. Do you know who you are at least in the timeline? The TVA isn't your real home. Do you have any idea who you've left behind? What your life could be like? You know they've taken our lives, you need to wake up."

"I'm awake."

"No, you need to wake up."

"I'm awake," Mobius repeated, this time more annoyed.

"You're asleep until you wake up, you're nothing. I'm nothing. She's nothing. I don't even know where to start," he looked at Loki, "You're nothing, and until you wake up, you're nonexistent, you're-"

Mobius jumped on him, with a speed Lydia could never have predicted, punching him square in the face.

"It's you who's nothing!"

Loki grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him away as Mobius continued to curse.

“You heard me? You’re nothing”

Lydia followed them out, letting B-15 close the door behind them.

Mobius walked away from the room quickly, still swearing about how Brad was, in short, an asshole.

"Is he okay?" Lydia looked up at Loki who shook his head, sighing.

"I'll go see. I'll update you later; I need to ask you some things."

Shit.

Lydia nodded, smiling in his direction, before Loki ran after Mobius.

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Lydia spent the whole afternoon at the desk, unable to work, spending hours tapping the pencil on the wood. Her head kept reminding her of how Loki had tackled her with his body. They had never been so close. They had never touched so much.

Then he had approached Brad, and the tension she had sensed before had only increased when Loki had donned the villain's mask. Could it be true that she, the one of the sacred timeline, had really fallen in love with him, as Loki had claimed? Lydia shook her head, what she had seen in the footage was a confused, delirious, and fragile Loki, while the one she had seen a little earlier exuded power.

And then there was what Brad had said. "There’s three of you."

She wasn't in anything, not with Loki and least of all with Sylvie. And even if this absurd triangle were real, was Lydia the other woman? No, it was unfair. She had known Loki first, and then he had declared himself to her, sort of. And she had rejected him... more or less. Well, not really, she had rejected the him from the past. But she had, in fact, insulted the present him.

And if this particular interest in Loki was only due to the fact that he had distanced himself? That his focuns was on someone else? Was it possible that she was that toxic?

Her brain was exploding, and after a while, her eyelids began to droop, and Lydia decided to give up, burying her head between her arms on the desk.

When he arrived, Loki found her still asleep.

He smiled, his expression softening. Lately, Lydia had returned to having a scowling expression, always serious, like the Lydia he had known on Earth, while asleep she seemed to radiate so much tranquility and peace. Maybe it was really him making everything worse, ruining everyone's lives.

Loki reached out, caressing her head, and Lydia jerked awake, opening her eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

Lydia blinked for a moment, focusing on him.

"Don't worry, I wasn't sleeping," she yawned.

"No?"

"I was resting."

A chuckle escaped Loki, disappearing immediately, leaving a sad expression on his face.

"Are you okay?".

"I was thinking about Brad's words," he leaned against Lydia's desk, supporting himself with his hands, "when I met you here at the TVA, your life was going smoothly, and the same was on Earth, before I met you-"

"Loki," Lydia put a hand on his, "you shouldn't give weight to what Brad said; he was trying to provoke us. He knows our stories and what can hurt us, and he uses it to his advantage."

Loki covered her hand with his other one and looked at her, smiling faintly. With Lydia, he felt like he had someone on his side, not alone, but he had felt this before, and in the end, it had been just a deception.

"How did you know... about my mother?"

Shit. She knew that question was coming. The horrible put-down Brad had said to Loki, she was not supposed to understand what it was referred to.

Lydia widened her eyes, withdrew her hand from Loki's, clutching it with the other and lowering her gaze.

"When I thought you were dead, I felt very guilty and... well, you could say I missed you... I wanted to see you, and the only thing I had of yours was the file," her cheeks colored slightly red, and if she had raised her gaze, she would have seen the same embarrassed expression on Loki's face, "I know it was a terrible invasion of your privacy... I’m sorry about that" she timidly raised her eyes towards him.

"It's okay" Loki shook his head, "in fact, maybe I'm glad... that you've seen the real me."

"There's no real you, Loki. There's only you, here and now. Ignore Brad, please, he's just an asshole, one who looks through the keyhole, sees brown, and thinks it's chocolate when it's just shit."

He laughed, nodding.

"By the way, any news? How's Mobius?"

"He's okay, for now... I think," Loki swallowed, "as for Brad, he confessed to knowing where Sylvie is."

Lydia clenched her jaw, nodding.

"We need her, Lydia. When I was in the future, I saw the TVA collapsing, and she was there. She must know something" he leaned towards her.

"I didn't say anything" she vaguely said, keeping her gaze low.

"I know you didn't exactly start off on the right foot, you two, but there's no room for likes or dislikes here."

"Where is she?" Lydia looked up at him.

"In a McDonald's in Oklahoma, on Earth," Loki paused for a moment, "Do you want to come?"

"I don't think I'd be very useful" Lydia shook her head, "but I have a request."

"Anything."

They looked at each other for a second that seemed endless and yet too short.

"A milkshake" she said after a moment, "strawberry flavored."

"I think I can do that."

---

But when Loki appeared in the control room upon later that day, he didn't have any disgustingly sweet strawberry milkshake; instead, he brought something much more indigestible for Lydia. Sylvie.

Guys, thanks a lot for the support you've shown me, again feel free to leave a heart, a comment or to reblog, this really helps a lot. I had reached a point were I thought this ff was completed. I changed my mind and hopefully we'll have an happy ending. Actually, I've really no idea how it'll end. I'm but an humble narrator of other's adventures.

#fanfic #loki series #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x oc #loki season 2 #loki x reader images #loki x you #loki x y/n #tva!loki #tva!lokixreader #tva!lokixoc #tom hiddleston

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n0sewise · 3 months

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I was tagged by @recents on my main blog for WIP Wednesday, so I’m posting here on my side blog since this is where I post writing/fandom stuff. I’m tagging everyone and no one bc I’m too anxious to individually tag people (//∇//)

Anyway, here’s an excerpt from my killugon royalty au. Super rough and it needs way more fleshing out, but I think you can still get the idea from what’s here:

Kurapika wasn’t all that bad. Gon actually quite liked his tutor, and he’d come highly recommended to Aunt Mito as a fine scholar and an even brighter teacher. Even now, his smooth voice carried pleasantly throughout the room as he lectured Gon on something about fish. Fishing, probably. The Eastern Coast was known for its plentiful fish, having the good fortune of being located in the middle of the Gulf of Mobius. Or was it the Western Coast? One of the coasts, anyway. He’d only just gotten back from visiting a neighbouring earl’s daughter in the east, and Gon had quite liked the beaches. There hadn’t been much time to explore; there were dances and feasts, and the earl had wanted him to get to know his—

“Prince Gon?”

“Sorry, what?”

Kurapika’s delicate brows knit together in a pinched crease on his forehead. “I asked if you could tell me why Kujira stations our naval forces on the Eastern Coast only.”

”Oh,” said Gon. He thought for a moment. It would have something to do with fish, wouldn’t it? Kurapika had been talking about fish, and about—

He was saved from answering by a frenzied knock at the heavy, cypress door.

It was Zushi once again, and breathing hard like he’d run the entire way there.

“Your Excellency,” he panted, nodding at Kurapika. “Your Royal Highness, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but the Queen wishes to see the prince.” He straightened up from his deep bow. “She’s in her chambers,” he added. “It’s urgent.”

Gon could hardly fight his grin.

”I really should—“

”Just go,” said Kurapika with a dismissive gesture.

Aunt Mito’s chambers were all the way on the other end of the palace, and nearly the complete and polar opposite of Kurapika’s study. They were bright and airy, with long sheer curtains that fluttered gently in the breeze, and nearly every surface was decorated with a flowering plant or vine of some sort. Gon smiled when he spotted his mother busily tending to one of her plants, imbuing it with her own sparkling energy until its leaves were plump and vibrant with life.

“Aunt Mito? You wanted to see me?”

“Gon!” She turned and met him with a bone crushing hug once he was within reach.

“Is everything okay? Zushi said it was urgent.”

She waved a hand impatiently, her armful of bangles and charms clacking all the while, and laughed him off. “That boy is so serious,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong, but I’ve received another courtship proposal, and—“

Gon couldn’t help it, he wilted on the spot the moment the word courtship left her mouth.

”Aunt Mito, this is the eighth one this year, and it’s only April!”

”It’s only April and you’ve turned down eight perfectly nice options!” she countered. “Come sit,” she said, moving over to settle on her bed. “Sweetheart, I really think you’ll like this one.”

Gon collapsed next to her, falling back onto Aunt Mito’s soft blankets with a grunt.

”You said that last time,” he reminded her. “And it’s okay, I didn’t mind meeting her at all! I thought Noko was a very nice girl!”

”She was,” Aunt Mito agreed, “but I really do think you’ll want to see this next one. He’s a prince just like you,” she added. “So you’ll have that much in common.”

”Sure,” he said, with a brightness he didn’t feel. “I’ll go look. It can’t hurt, right?”

”Wonderful! The Padokean emissaries are already waiting for you to approve.”

Gon blinked. “Sorry, what?”

Aunt Mito could only smile helplessly. “They were insistent that their prince’s portrait be viewed in the best possible light, and I wouldn’t let them have the throne room for it.”

”All that for a painting? I’ll meet him, if that’s what you’re asking, Aunt Mito.” He’d already pushed himself up into a seated position, but even from this angle, she was hard to read, a funny sort of smirk twitching on her lips.

“There’s no need for that, Gon,” she said. “Just go and have a look and you can let me know if you’d like us to make arrangements. The emissaries are in the courtyard.”

Weird, thought Gon as he walked through the palace. All that fuss for a painting seemed excessive, but he’d promised Aunt Mito. Padokea rang a distant bell in the back of his mind, and he remembered that it had been in one of the readings Kurapika had wanted him to finish. Nothing to do about it now, he figured, already smiling as he stepped back out and into the sunshine. He’d reached the courtyard.

The emissaries were indeed waiting for him outside. There were two of them, and they looked woefully out of place under the warm blanket of Kujiran sunlight. Both wore sharply tailored jackets with stiff high collars that covered their necks entirely. They stood among the jacaranda trees, solemnly holding what must have been the painting under a dark veil of fabric.

“Your Royal Highness,” said the one on the right, bowing his head.

“Oh, hi,” said Gon. They still hadn’t lowered the painting, and he wondered if their arms ever got tired. “You know you can put that down, right?”

The second emissary looked at him, and despite maintaining a rather stoic expression, Gon could see her lip curl ever so slightly in what he could only assume was disgust.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you!”

”We have been entrusted with the safe passage of our crown prince’s portrait,” she sniffed. “Its beauty shall never touch the ground beneath our feet.”

”Uhhh,” said Gon. “Okay, well whenever you’re ready, I guess?”

Both of them straightened immediately, standing even more stiffly than before. With a sweeping motion of his arm, the first man began to speak.

“Prince Gon of Kujira, we present to you The Crown Prince of Padokea, First of His Name, Heir to the Throne of Shadows, and Pride of the Zoldyck Family: His Royal Highness Prince Killua Zoldyck.”

And Gon hardly had enough time to reflect on either the lengthy title, or how the emissary managed to say all of that without taking a single breath, because his partner had already pulled the veil from the painting, and there, looking out at him from a gleaming silver frame, was the most beautiful boy he’d ever laid eyes on.

Gon’s breath caught in his throat as he stared. Immediately he understood why the emissaries had insisted on unveiling it among the jacaranda trees. Anything less would’ve been an insult to the boy in the painting. He gazed haughtily out of the frame at Gon, his sharp, elfin features frozen in a bored, half-lidded expression. It was hard to know where to look, Gon realized, his gaze roving every which way. There was the sharp angle of the prince’s jawline, softened only by his full, pouting lips. The prince’s hair too, was striking in its own right. It was entirely white, like the smooth, sun bleached colour of a seashell, framing his face in messy waves. In the end it was his eyes that Gon couldn’t look away from. They were large and blue, and framed by a set of long, silver eyelashes that lent him the appearance of something not quite human staring out from behind his frame.

One of the emissaries cleared their throat.

“Is he to your liking then?”

Gon forced a laugh and rubbed sheepishly at the back of his neck as he grinned.

”Yeah—I mean yes. Yes. He’s…” he trailed off. “Send the letter. Please. I’d very much like to meet him.”

An odd sort of smile twitched at the edge of the shorter emissary’s mouth, and she hid it before he could comment.

“Very well,” she said. “We’ll notify the royal family.”

#nosewise writing tag #i swear I’m going to edit but right now I’m just trying to get a first draft finished

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mobius-m-mobius · 6 months

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Keep rotating a theoretical fic in my mind where our Mobius ends up with the two kids to raise, and introduces Loki to them. However. This is one of the universes where Loki attacked New York, and the boys very quickly realize who he is. They are understandably disconcerted by this (although they trust Mobius too much to be genuinely frightened because this is a very angst!lite fic in my head), and while they are soon awed/delighted/amused by Loki, they decide to keep up the act for a bit, on the Thor-ish child's side because he wants to make sure his Dad's not being overly nice and innocent and putting himself in danger, and the Loki-ish child for initially the same reason; however he very quickly decides Loki's alright but keeps egging his brother on because he thinks making the grownups sweat is very funny. And oh boy is it working. Loki is sweating bullets, puling out all the stops, has never been so desperate for approval as he is from these two small children because how long will Mobius keep around someone who scares his kids?? Mobius is having a less bad time on the whole; he can tell his kids aren't horribly frightened (even if he can't seem to make Loki believe he's not just trying to calm him when he says so), but he sure is on edge. Keeps coming up with new elaborate strategies to facilitate at least baseline civility from his kids towards Loki (he struggles to quiet the nagging fear that if it goes on too long Loki might decide the unpleasantness of engaging with this central part of Mobius' life just isn't worth it). Thinks maybe it'd be best if they give the kids a bit of distance to adjust *cue Loki materializing in the room with a gaming console that won't be out for another month and worryingly realistic wooden swords and three new kid-friendly magic routines and would the kids like to meet his brother's buddy Hogun who can train them with those sw—" Most importantly, Mobius has got to put a stop to this because he's pretty sure that whatever it started as this has developed into his children's scheme to manipulate a god into making them the proud owners of a sailboat and a horse. And it's working.

Anon thank you for giving me enough life to get through the upcoming day 😂💖

Honestly even though it's not something I see Mobius wanting in series I'm obsessed from a fic perspective with the thought of him stepping in to take care of the kids perhaps after Don gets taken by the TVA after his nexus event?? Then because he's always been smitten by minor facts like Loki taking over a major US city he doesn't really consider the impact that's had back on the timeline while it's always in the back of Loki's mind, so when it comes time to make introductions Loki assumes any nervousness or hesitation is because of his reputation when in reality Mobius is just worried they'll be upset he's been clearly dating this entire time and didn't say anything 😅

Cue Mobius being pleased the cautious greetings and wide eyed stares being passed back and forth are pretty much the best case scenario here while the kids instantly enter the exact situation you described of cautiously then much, much more boldly testing exactly how dedicated Loki is to their dad, first out of concern then just to push the boundaries of how much cool stuff they can get after realizing how amazing Loki is and how much they like spending time with someone who gets the need for chaos lmao.

(Cue Mobius not being so pleased when the house starts magically expanding like a Tardis to fit increasingly large and at times alarming sentient objects that were definitely not there when he made breakfast and no one's convincing him otherwise but who would want life any other way 🤣)

#this is so so GOOD thank you again for such an amazing ask!!!#all this time we're waiting for them to come back they're co-parenting in cleveland and everything's grand i just know it #i'm not even a kid person myself but lokius at pta meetings and stuff is revitalizing me like nothing i could've dreamed of 😂#will definitely be living in the amazing scenario you created all day and would love to know if the fic ever becomes reality #or about any other ideas you'd love to share!! tysm for sharing and am sending all the love your way to have an amazing day 💖#ask

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ak800 · 8 months

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WHY THE LOKI/SYLVIE THING IS ACTUALLY NOT A BAD STORYLINE (but it would be even better if they don‘t end up together)

Hello dear reader, as the title suggests I don‘t think the Loki/Sylvie romance is the writing-fallout that other folks of this fandom suggest (which is still a valid opinion :3) but instead a clever metaphor.

So hear me out:

Loki is obsessed with recognition. We already established that in Thor 1 and Avengers. He is ready to do about anything to get validation from his family and later from literally anyone. Tony calls him a diva, Mobius straight up calls him a narcissist. And maybe they are not wrong with that. But more importantly, Loki in his desperate search for love, absolutely hates himself.

Why? There are enough reasons. He was never as strong, as fierce, as the other Asgardian kids, let alone his brother. He felt like a stranger in his own home. He is the enemy’s son. He is the monster of the children’s stories. The tragedy is, Loki can never fully get his dream of being loved, until he stops hating himself. Until he accepts who he is.

And here is the part where Sylvie gets important. Sylvie is a freer version of himself, a better version, in his eyes. He loves Sylvie for her confidence, for her will, for her ability to look fate in the eyes and say „I know my place, I know what I deserve, I know what I am worth“. He loves Sylvie, because she is everything he wants to be, and she is, in a way, literally Loki. And Loki wants to love himself so bad.

But he can‘t. That‘s why he loves Sylvie in this desperate way instead. In the hopes, that it will help him accept himself.

Now the story has two ways to go.

A) Loki gets a „Happy End“ with Sylvie and it’s this “I loved you so much, I forgot what hating myself felt like”. And that would be. Okay. I guess.

B) Loki doesn’t get together with Sylvie and instead realises, that he doesn’t need others approval to be worth living, that he doesn’t need to be perfect, merely trying. Trying to be kind, trying to be better, trying to be human (like he is around people he actually trusts, like Mobius and yes, at some point even Sylvie). The “break up” with Sylvie would be a direct metaphor for his growth of character, for him stopping his self-hatred fuelled search for love, his narcissistic rampage and toxic dependence on approval. And it would instead begin his era of growth, of self acceptance and his ability to trust others, based on the fact, that he doesn‘t expect them to hate him and step him in the back.

And I think that would be a great Happy End for Loki.

#mcu loki #avengers #marvel #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki series #loki season 2 #loki marvel #media analysis #yes I‘m spamming the tags but this is important to me I‘m sorry #loki #tom hiddleston

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textsfromthetva · 2 years

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Mamma Mia, here I go again

Title: Official Dress Code

Pairing: Loki/Mobius/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4,7k

Summary: In which there is crossdressing, butt plugs, semi-public sex, consensual voyeurisms, and it’s all pretty graphic. So you know, a normal Thursday afternoon around here.

A/N: Once again we have two versions, chapter 1 is she/her for the reader, Chapter 2 is they/them. And as always, there’s not a single “Y/N” in sight.

AO3 Link, if you prefer

“I checked the official dress code,” Loki says, smirking as he shifts his weight from both legs to just the left, his hips accentuated by the change in angle. “Skirts are permitted in the office, as long as they reach your knees.”

“You know this isn’t what they meant,” you grumble, but you know he’s right. Those are the official guidelines.

“I’ve read my file,” Loki continues. “My gender is listed as ‘fluid’, and as such, it would be very improper for the TVA to deny me the right to express my gender identity while I work here.”

You sigh very loudly. “You’re taking advantage.”

Loki walks towards Mobius’ unmade bed, where you’re currently seated, hips swaying with each step. “Are you surprised?”

“Not really,” you confess. Your eyes are entirely focused on his legs. Their length is accentuated by the plain brown pencil skirt and work-appropriately-modest heels he is wearing. He shaved them at some point, and they look simultaneously slender and strong, the heels making his calf muscles appear even more defined than they would look in flat shoes. The rest of his usual work uniform has been left untouched, but the Time Keepers be damned, that skirt makes all the difference. “But this is pushing it.”

“A lot?”

“A... moderate amount.”

Loki grins. “Good.” Something changes in his demeanor, barely noticeable, but you (and you’re loath to admit it) know him by now. “Do you think he’ll like it?” he asks. There’s a miniscule trace of uncertainty there, an unwitting wish for approval.

Acknowledging this vulnerability with genuine affection or encouragement isn’t something he’ll accept from you though. From Mobius, sure, but you and Loki don’t have that kind of relationship. So instead you give him a lopsided smile, making a show of running your eyes up and down his body. “He has eyes, doesn’t he?” you ask, adding “Yes, I think he will.”

Loki smiles demurely and takes the last few steps that bring him within touching distance. You spread your legs, allowing him to stand between your knees. “And what about you?”

You tilt your head and pretend to consider it, although you’re sure you look plenty appreciative. “You’re not an unpleasant sight,” you finally say.

Loki snorts, reaches for his skirt and hikes it up just far enough to let him crawl into your lap. As he straddles you, you automatically bring your hands up to grab his hips and pull him closer. The fabric of the skirt feels a lot more high-quality than the standard TVA uniforms. You wonder where he got it.

You crane your neck back to make eye contact and it’s only now that you fully appreciate the look of contentment on his face. He isn’t just doing this to push TVA boundaries or turn you on, he genuinely feels good in this outfit.

Loki wraps his arms loosely around your neck. “You know,” he says, “if I had my magic, I could complete the look better.”

“Oh, really?” you ask with mock innocence, moving your hand to slide it up his thigh, under the skirt.

Loki lets out a shuddering breath. “You mean to tell me you wouldn’t like the chance to play with a cunt for once?”

You swallow, trying to keep your voice steady. “I wouldn’t be averse to the idea. However, this is all theoretical: you don’t have your magic here, and I doubt we can get a sign off on a mission with the argument that we’d like to fuck you silly while you have your shapeshifting powers at your disposal.”

“I’m sure Mobius could come up with some plausible excuse for us to take a – ah” he breaks off into a gasp, hips twitching forward as you fondle him. He’s wearing some silky underthings the definitely aren’t TVA issued. “A little excursion,” he finishes.

“Your faith in him is admirable, you know that?”

Loki’s eyes are fluttering shut, brows knitting together in concentration as you rub the heel of your palm slowly back and forth along his hardening cock. His hips start moving in time with your hand, his breathing getting more labored by the second. You lean up and press a kiss to his jaw, then trail a series of them down the column of his throat, which he gracefully bares for you. He seems to have lost track of the conversation, and that’s pretty much the greatest compliment you can get when it comes to him.

Still, one of you has to keep their wits about them.

You slow the movement of your hand. “So what’s your plan exactly?”

Loki exhales through his nose, a frustrated huff. He sits back far enough to be able to look you in the eye. “Walk into the main office. Look amazing. Wait until he arrives. Continue to look so amazing that it will drive him crazy. Sneak off to the storage closet down the hall. Have him fuck me hard, while you watch on your silly little screen.” He gives you a haughty smile. “That’s the plan.”

“It’s not all bad,” you acknowledge, “but I do have some minor concerns.”

Loki frowns. “What concerns?”

“How long do you think the two of you can spend in that storage room before someone starts noticing you’ve disappeared together and haven’t come back?”

Loki shrugs. “I don’t know. Fifteen minutes?”

“I’d say about ten.”

“Twelve.”

You roll your eyes. “This isn’t a negotiation, you know.”

“I still fail to see your point. We can both get off in that time, especially with the thrill of getting caught adding to the excitement.” He gives you a sly grin, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

You smile tightly. “And how much time have you scheduled for preparation?”

Loki opens his mouth to reply, realizes he’s made a miscalculation in his planning, and so closes it again without replying, an increasingly conflicted expression on his face.

You reach up to grab his tie and tug, prompting him to look down at you. “Now now, let’s not get discouraged. We just need to display some... foresight.”

Loki stares at you for a couple of seconds before he catches your drift, at which point he immediately jumps off you and kneels on the floor, reaching for the toy chest under the bed, while you go for the lube in the drawer of the nightstand. By the time you have found it and have righted yourself, Loki is climbing back into your lap and pressing a generously sized butt plug into your free hand. “You will do the honors, won’t you?” he asks, his smile all teeth and audacious charm.

You fix him with a level look, slide your hand under his skirt once more, and snap the edge of his panties. “Off.”

Fingering Loki is always quite the experience. You’ve done it before, but you’re pretty sure it will never get old. This position is different though; the weight of him in your lap, his hands clutching your shoulders, his ragged breathing as he drops down onto your fingers, the little mewls he emits when you crook your fingers to rub against his prostate, it’s all tantalizingly new. You watch him move with your rhythmic pushes up into him, quietly enthralled by the color rising in his cheeks and the way he’s starting to sweat at the temples. You realize to your not-so-subtle delight that you could probably make him come like this.

You still your hand, using the free one to stroke down his flank until you can grip his hip.

Loki lets out a shuddering breath, reluctantly stopping his own movements, caught between wanting to chase his orgasm and following the plan. “Yes. Now.”

You snatch up the plug from the twisted sheets, deftly replacing your fingers with the black rubber. It slips in easily. “Go on then.”

Loki gets to his feet somewhat shakily, pulling his panties back on and smoothing down his skirt. His erection is painfully obvious beneath the tight fabric, but you’re certain he will get it somewhat under control before he leaves the room. He shifts experimentally, getting used to the feeling of the plug inside him.

“You good?”

“Perfectly fine, thank you, Agent.” He gives you a heated look. “I shall see you later.”

“I’ll see you first,” you point out.

He grins. “That you will.”

***

You don’t exactly rush to the security department, because that would be suspicious. The fact that you immediately shut the door behind you when you arrive in the main control room and lock it? Well, that’s unfortunately necessary.

You slide into your chair and scan the screens, finding Loki in seconds. He’s lingering outside the double doors to the open office space that he’s been assigned to, smoothing down his skirt and adjusting his tie. He glances at the camera above the door, and, as if he knows that you’re in place, he winks. You roll your eyes and pull up the wide view of the office as he enters. He’s walking surprisingly steady, everything considered. Then again, you don’t know how used he is to walking in high heels with a butt plug in his ass, but you make mental a note to ask Mobius for his insights into the subject at a later time. He will definitely know.

Loki strolls through the office with a level of confidence most often displayed by ancient royalty, which you suppose is to be expected. As people start to notice his presence, a hush spreads through the room. Loki smirks, the sway of his hips growing more pronounced as every TVA agent’s focus is drawn to him. The way some of them blatantly turn their heads to follow him with their eyes is pretty comical.

He doesn’t go to his own desk, even though he’s got one now. Oh no, he aims straight for Mobius’, which is currently empty. He’s in the middle of a debrief with Renslayer, as you both knew ahead of time. This way would be more effective, and somewhat less suspicious, Loki had claimed. You doubt it, but Loki insisted.

He shrugs off his jacket and sits down in Mobius’ chair somewhat gingerly, shifting briefly to get comfortable before turning the chair a little, leaning back and crossing his legs. The previously modest skirt rides up, displaying his thighs to half the room’s occupants. That’s definitely unprofessional, you think, while your hand automatically moves to the slider that allows you to zoom in.

Loki picks up one of Mobius’ jet ski catalogues, and starts flipping through it, obviously pretending that nothing it out of the ordinary. Eventually people around him manage to tear their eyes away and return to their work, the ambient buzz of clicking keyboards and office small talk filling the space once more.

You are impressed by how still Loki managed to keep himself. Occasionally he will rock back and forth a few times to make the toy shift, but if you didn’t already know what was going on, you probably wouldn’t be noticing the way his face changes at the movement. But as it is, you can just about make out the way he blinks a little slower, brown furrowing a tiny bit, lips parting.

You’re so busy watching Loki, you don’t even notice that Mobius is approaching the office before he’s just outside. Unlike Loki, he doesn’t pause before entering, and once inside he makes a beeline for his desk. As he notices Loki lounging there, he frowns in annoyance. At which point Loki puts down the magazine and swirls the chair a bit more, allowing Mobius full view of his lower body for the first time.

Mobius’ shoulders tense up so quickly and so noticeably that you would have been able to tell even if you hadn’t zoomed it at all. He stares, first at Loki’s legs, then up at his face. The buzzing of the office has died down once more, everyone seemingly holding their breath as they wait to see how Mobius will handle the situation. Sensing their attention on him, Mobius relaxes his shoulders, circles the desk, and throws down the files he was carrying onto the cluttered surface. You can’t see his face clearly at this angle, but you can imagine that he’s probably aiming for quiet disapproval. It’s what he should be feeling.

Loki says something to him in a voice too low for you to hear, and Mobius’ shoulders jerk in what you assume is a snort. The Variant is not being subtle, you note. As a matter of fact, he is leaning forward, looking up at Mobius coquettishly, fluttering his eyelashes as he keeps talking. This time you focus on trying to read his lips. You catch ‘dress code’ and ‘acceptable’.

Mobius folds his arms across his chest. Loki gives him an innocent smile. Mobius nods his head firmly in direction of the office entrance. You suppose he wants to come off as simply disappointed, like he’s going to reprimand Loki somewhere else, but the way Loki gets to his feet screams enthusiasm rather than concern. Mobius turns and starts walking away in a brisk stride, not looking back to see if Loki is following. The second they are out the door though, Loki falls into step beside him rather than trailing behind. He whispers something in Mobius’ ear and Mobius shudders, blushing even as he keeps walking.

You were the one who picked their destination earlier in the day, a storage room located down a couple of lesser used hallways, but close enough to the office for Loki to be able to keep his hands to himself before they’re alone.

Also, the security camera is placed ideally for your particular purpose, so of course there’s that.

Mobius closes the door behind the two of them and locks it. Loki walks into the middle of the room and turns to grin at him, opening his mouth to make what would no doubt extremely witty comment, but it dies on his tongue as Mobius seizes the front of his jacket and pushes Loki back against one of the shelving units with enough force to make the metal rattle. Loki gasps, bracing himself on the shelf that’s level with his lower back. Mobius crushes their lips together with no further preamble, and Loki groans deeply, one hand moving to grab the back on Mobius’ neck.

You note with no small amount of satisfaction that you picked the right room, well-lit and small enough for the microphone that’s connected to the camera to pick up even the smallest sound of pleasure Loki makes as the two of them kiss. It’s perfect.

Mobius reluctantly breaks the kiss, glancing up at the security camera. “I doubt this was your idea,” he says, obviously aimed at you.

“She barely even protested,” Loki purrs, reaching for Mobius’ tie and pulling it sharply to bring his attention back to him.

Mobius complies, catching Loki’s lips in another deep kiss. Moments later he presses his leg forward, slotting it between Loki’s. The skirt rides up again as Loki’s hips arch forward seemingly by their own accord, and he breaks the kiss and throws his head back against the shelves, breathing raggedly as he rubs himself off against Mobius’ thigh. Mobius hands make their way to Loki’s waist and hip, encouraging the movement.

“What do you want, kitten?”

Loki takes several seconds to focus enough to formulate the answer. “I want you to fuck me.”

Mobius chuckles. “I don’t think we have time for that, love,” he replies, planting small kissing along Loki’s jaw, as if in apology. “People will wonder where we’ve disappeared to.”

Loki lets out a breathy laugh, glancing at the camera. “The two of you share a single, boring, overanalytical brain, don’t you?” He reaches down and hitches up his skirt, pushes down his panties, and then grabs Mobius’ hand and forcefully pulls it down between his legs.

You can tell exactly when Mobius discovers the plug, because he goes completely still for a couple of seconds before turning his head to the camera as well. “The two of your will be the death of me.”

You chuckle under your breath, knowing you could probably do worse. At least Loki could.

Mobius shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it onto a tower of cardboard boxes, then turns Loki around with practiced efficiency, sliding his hand up the backs of his thighs, squeezing the firm flesh of his ass as the skirt is pushed up completely, bunching around Loki’s waist. The angle you’re getting is exquisite, which definitely isn’t a coincidence. Loki’s ridiculously long legs are on full display, accentuated by the heels, and when Mobius reaches down to teasingly start playing with the plug the ensuing arch of his back is frankly breathtaking.

“How long did you wait for me?” Mobius asks, mouthing at the side of Loki’s throat.

Loki groans. “Too long.”

“Sitting there, in my chair, already slick and ready.” He shifts the angle of the plug, and judging by the noise Loki makes, it’s now rubbing against his prostate. “Was it difficult, hiding what you were up to? Not letting people know just how much of a slut you are?”

Loki chuckles breathlessly. “I possess a high level of self-control.” The way he’s pressing back against Mobius is evidence to the contrary, but Loki doesn’t seem to realize that.

The irony isn’t lost on Mobius though, but he doesn’t comment on it. He finally pulls the plug out, setting it down on the shelf by Loki’s waist. He replaces it with his fingers, slowly sliding them in and out, making a show out of it for your benefit. It certainly isn’t to satisfy Loki, who by now is shivering with pent-up energy.

“Mobius,” he all-but whines.

“Just making sure she did a thorough job,” Mobius mutters. “It was her, wasn’t it? Working you open, getting you ready for me?”

Mobius rarely does this, talks dirty with such intent, but it’s having a clear impact on Loki, who nods erratically. “Yeah, it was her.”

“Did she let you come?” Mobius asks.

Loki shakes his head. “No, no. She wanted – I wanted...” he trails off into a gasp as Mobius pushes his fingers deeper.

“To come on my cock?” Mobius asks in an unbelievably level voice, especially considering the fact that he’s working his belt open with his free hand.

“Yes,” Loki hisses, “Please, Mobius, fuck me. I’m ready, I can take it, I need you.”

You used more lube than was strictly necessary for inserting the plug, but that was on purpose. When Mobius withdraws his fingers, there’s easily enough slick on them to allow him to spread it onto his cock once he’s finally got himself in hand. At this point he’s obviously growing tired with keeping up the air of aloofness, because once he’s lined himself up to Loki’s hole, he pushes in faster than he normally would, spending only a few shallow thrusts before burying himself fully in Loki’s body.

Here's the thing: you’ve been wet since Loki first climbed into your lap back in Mobius’ apartment. It has taken all your willpower to ignore your own arousal until this point, to just observe, but by now the tense pressure between your thighs has become too much to bear. You lean back in your chair, pop the button of your pants, pull down the zipper, and shove them down around your thighs. The chair creaks just loud enough to drown out the sound of your relief as you finally touch yourself.

The noises Loki is making are beautiful, breathy little mewls that turn to persistent, wanton moans as Mobius starts thrusting into him, hard and steady. Loki braces himself against metal shelves, holding on as Mobius fucks him, sounds encouragement spilling freely from his lips. He’s not even trying to keep quiet.

And he was right about one thing; the thrill of doing this in a place where they could theoretically get caught is obviously spurring both of them on. Mobius’s grip on Loki’s hips is unyielding, his movements a lot faster and a lot more focused than they would normally be at this point. But he does notice when Loki reaches down and starts jerking himself off, only letting him get away with it for a minute or so before grabbing Loki’s wrist and firmly pulling his hand away. Loki moans pathetically, although the sound soon morphs into pleasure as Mobius takes over stroking him.

You double down on your own efforts, rubbing your clit firmly as your bite your lip to keep quiet yourself, because there are infinitely more people walking past just outside your door at any given moment.

They’re close, both of them. Loki is on the point of tensing up, his breath hitching in his throat, when Mobius suddenly stops the movement of his hand, squeezing around the base of Loki’s cock. Loki lets out a confused whine, and for some reason, you still your own hand, although you had been hurdling towards your own climax.

“We can’t have that, kitten,” Mobius growls. “Leaving evidence like that would be dangerous.”

“Fuck,” Loki curses, trying to twist his body to get what he needs to push him over the edge, but Mobius is unrelenting. Seconds later he comes inside Loki with a long groan, but at no point does he show Loki the slightest amount of pity. Instead he ignores Loki’s frantic whimpers of protest and pulls out of him, expertly snatching the butt plug off the shelf and pushing it back into place, trapping his come inside Loki’s body. He pats Loki’s hip with steady finality. When Loki realizes what’s going on, he turns around, a frantic look on his face. “You can’t do this.”

Mobius tilts his head, already tugging himself back into his trousers. “Do what?” he asks, plucking his jacket up and producing a handkerchief from his pocket, meticulously wiping his fingers clean with it.

“Leave me in this state!”

Mobius chuckles. “Payback is a bitch, kitten.” He puts the handkerchief away. “You brought this on yourself, dressing like this just to rile me up.” He starts putting the jacket back on.

Loki practically launches himself at Mobius, stopping his attempt at dressing. “Please,” he says, “I can’t go back to the office like this.”

Mobius hums, considering. Eventually he turns to the security camera. “Do you think he deserves it?”

“Yes,” you breathe on pure instinct, even though they can’t hear you. You press your fingertips against your clit for just the slightest amount of relief, but nothing more.

It doesn’t seem to matter that you’re not in the same room, Mobius appears to be reading your mind. “The two of you did put a lot of effort into this little game...” he muses, his attention drifting back to Loki. He reaches up and trails two fingers along Loki’s jaw, then continuing the caress down his throat, stopping at the edge on his shirt collar. Loki shudders visibly. “And I’m not really a vengeful man.”

Loki shakes his head. “You’re not.”

Mobius smiles, first at Loki, then at the camera. “We’re having words later, the three of us. I put up with way too much around here.” He sighs, throws the jacket back off and then, with a grace that people might not expect from a man his age, he sinks to his knees in front of Loki.

You make a sound very similar to the one Loki makes – surprise, arousal - which is disturbing, but fuck it, you don’t care. As Mobius slides a hand up Loki’s leg, from ankle to thigh, you relax back in your seat, idly returning to your own task.

“You do look exquisite,” Mobius murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of Loki’s thigh before grabbing his ankle and urging him to lift his leg. Loki complies, hooking his knee over Mobius’ shoulder, disturbing his balance for a second before he leans back against the shelves again to steady himself.

And Mobius was right earlier: he’s not the type to seek petty revenge. If he was, he would have made sure Loki had lifted the leg that would cut off your view of the proceedings. He did not. You can’t help but smile, knowing that for all his protests, he’s more than willing to indulge you and Loki both.

Loki lets out a relived sigh and throws his head back when Mobius finally takes his cock into his mouth. He doesn’t reach for him, but you can see his calf muscles tense as he digs his heel into Mobius’ back, urging him on. Mobius obviously doesn’t need the encouragement, he’s already falling into the rhythm Loki prefers during oral sex, and yes, you’ve got that one down as well. Gods help you.

There’s no teasing involved, just a single-minded effort to get Loki off, and it’s working like a charm. You struggle to catch up without the physical presence of another person to stimulate you, but Loki’s sounds of pleasure help you get there soon enough. Just as you hover on the edge, he comes in Mobius’ mouth with a ragged moan, and you follow seconds after, inadvertently closing your eyes and whimpering out loud as your climax crashes over you. When you open them again, still panting, Mobius has already got Loki back on both feet, and is pulling his skirt down into place. Loki is breathing just as heavily as you, eyes focused on Mobius, a look of reverence on his face. When Mobius casually picks Loki’s panties off the floor and puts them in his pocket, Loki can’t help but look pleased.

The groan Mobius makes when he gets to his feet is all show, you know that. You can see the glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he tells Loki, “The things I do for you, kitten... I should get a raise.”

Loki laughs, adjusting his tie and trying to push his hair back into its previous, professional style. “I’m sure Renslayer would approve it, if you asked.”

Mobius doesn’t take the bait. “Very funny. Now, I’m going to go back to work. If you want to go... change... that would obviously be acceptable.”

Loki straightens, a little wobbly on his feet as he closes the short distance between them and gives Mobius a long kiss before saying, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

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You make it to Mobius’ apartment before Loki through a combination of it being a little closer to the security department and Loki still wearing his high heels, which slows him down a little. By the time he enters you’re already naked and getting the shower running. You let him push you up against bathroom door, kissing him with barely-tempered desperation as you help him out of his clothes. He fucks you in the shower, the sound of the water doing absolutely nothing to drown out the noises you both make, now completely unhindered by any potential discovery. After you’ve both come – you first, screaming – him second, biting down on your shoulder - you carefully work the plug out of him and throw it on the floor of the shower stall. Mobius will find it later and disapprove of the rude treatment of his precious toys, but you’re honestly too busy trading messy kisses with Loki under the water that never runs cold no matter how long you stay under it to care what Mobius will say.

Getting dressed is slow going simply because you keep getting distracted by each other, giggling like teenagers, but in the end, you have to put a stop to the fun, even though watching Loki putting on clothes, especially his regular clothes, is a lot less fun than watching him take them off.

By the time you’re back in your uniform and Loki is buckling his belt, both of you have calmed down. You help him straighten his tie. “This was fun,” you say, aiming for a casual tone and missing the mark by quite a bit.

Loki chuckles. “Yes. I do believe I will keep that skirt.”

“Maybe get your panties back from Mobius at some point.”

He smiles. “Maybe. At some point.”

You give him a final, light kiss. “Back to work, Variant.”

“Yes, Agent.”

#my fic #smut #Loki x Reader #Lokius #Loki x Mobius x Reader

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rouecentric · 2 years

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me and my mootie tooties bundle 🥰 +acuriousmoon bc idk if we're mutuals or not

CHARACTERS I ASSOCIATE THEM WITH

@that-one-pretty-bitch: roxana agriche, aria roscente, lisa(gi), medea solon, mobius, jade leech

@d10nsaint: kim dokja, yoo joonghyuk, kaeya alberich, floyd leech, raiden mei, jamil viper

@spadecentral: ace+deuce(twst), rudbeckia von omerta, theresa apocolypse, cater diamond

@lady-navier0357: navier ellie trovi, seele vollerei, fu hua, azul ashengrotto

@sidra-29: scaramouche, griseo, durandal, trey clover

@acuriousmoon: yoo sangah, melissa podebrat, cayena hill, rita rosweisse

@xphantasmagoriax: han sooyoung, bronya zaychik, hilise inoaden, silver(twst)

PLAYING HOUSE

mom: @that-one-pretty-bitch, @lady-navier0357, @acuriousmoon

dad: @d10nsaint

child: @sidra-29 @spadecentral

gay emo cousin: @xphantasmagoriax

aunt you only see in reunions: @rouecentric

LEAST TO MOST LIKELY TO CRY IF THEY WERE GIVEN A HUG, IN ORDER

@acuriousmoon, @that-one-pretty-bitch, @d10nsaint, @lady-navier0357, @sidra-29, @xphantasmagoriax, @rouecentric

MY THOUGHTS ON THEM

@acuriousmoon —

radiates mom energy, probably gives good hugs. definitely the type to get someone she's close with to rest if they're overworking themselves. tired mom with gen z children

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@spadecentral —

the type to rope you into doing dumb shit like being discord kittens or sm. hyper yet sweet, probably would make delicious desserts. lowkey would hype up their friends when they're in a fight

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@that-one-pretty-bitch —

the moment you befriend her she becomes your personal hype woman, literally. she lowkey would judge you if you introduced your s/o and they were not high in the looks department. the type of person you'd go to if you needed a confidence booster.

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@d10nsaint —

that one older cousin that's the favorite but is only seen in family reunions. absolutely would fangirl with you when it comes to simping. the type to burn the whole kitchen down while trying to make you breakfast while you were sleeping.

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@sidra-29 —

that one judgmental friend that will always disapprove of your s/o. one of the only people i would trust not to burn the kitchen down. that one friend that puts the chaotic and lowkey batshit crazy friends on a leash.

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@lady-navier0357 —

that one extroverted friend that adopts introverts. extremely supportive and kind to anyone she meets tbh. her+her boyfriend are couple goals, i approve. lowkey the type to keep her friends away from doing dumb shit.

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@xphantasmagoriax —

that one friend who is either high 24/7, or doing some shit while roping others into it. the main cause of brainrots, hyper active golden retriever energy tbh. would randomly send a cursed tik tok at 3 am and the two of you would start to have a debate if alligators give birth or lay eggs.

INCORRECT QUOTES

@acuriousmoon: if you got arrested what would be the charges?

@d10nsaint: theft.

@spadecentral: disturbing the peace.

@xphantasmagoriax: arson.

@rouecentric: all of the above, probably in that order.

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@sidra-29, to the tune of "the final countdown": it's a mental breakdown!

@spadecentral: *playing kazoo in the background*

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@rouecentric: what do you call two witches sharing an apartment?

@lady-navier0357: boom-mates!

@xphantasmagoriax: (simultaneously) lesbians!

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@d10nsaint: should i go big or go home?

@acuriousmoon: i'm begging you, for once in your life, go home, please. just this once. go home.

@d10nsaint: i'm going big.

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@spadecentral, in a high pitched voice, holding barbie: hey, ken! i was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

@rouecentric, in a low pitched voice, holding ken: nonesense, barbie. you're staying home and having my kids.

@sidra-29: what the fuck are you guys doing?

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@d10nsaint: *kicks down door, looking disheveled*

@acuriousmoon: what happened?

@d10nsaint: nobody died.

@acuriousmoon: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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@rouecentric: i am socially awkward, and have no idea how to romance-

d10nsaint: fear not! for it is i-

sidra-29, walking by: the least qualified person to help.

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acuriousmoon: you're not talking any sense into xphantasmgoriax, you're just cheering them on to disaster.

that-one-pretty-bitch: do not question my way of parenting.

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rouecentric: i printed up a bunch of fake safety inspection certificates. go slap one on anything that looks like a lawsuit.

lady-navier0357: roue, isn't that illegal?

spadecentral: when the cops aren't around, anything's legal!

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that-one-pretty-bitch: i have a problem.

xphantasmgoriax: if it's harder than 2+2, then i can't help.

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rouecentric: love is dead. it never even existed. love is worthless and everything is awful. i have been utterly betrayed.

acuriousmoon: ...is everything okay?

rouecentric: ria ate the last M&Ms.

#mutuals #mutual appreciation #incorrect quotes

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krissiefox · 1 year

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Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog - Sonic is Running (Screenshots & Review)

Now it's time for some political satire, Sonic Style!

This episodes starts off with a bang as Momma Robotnik breaks into Robotnik’s fortress to visit her son. Sadly, she's missing her cool mustache again in this episode, but it is still always fun to hear Kathleen Barr doing her thing. :D

She tells Robotnik that a friend at the home was telling her about their own child, who was president of their schools gardening club. This made Momma realize that Robotnik had never been president of anything, so she's come to make sure he fixes that! After being bullied for a while, Robotnik eventually caves and decides he is going to run for president of Mobius.

He has Scratch and Grounder start putting up flyers all over Mobius, which is how Sonic and Tails find out what's going on. They treat it as a source of amusement at first, since they don't see him having any chance of being elected. After the flyers are hung up, Robotnik also recruits Wes Weasely as his campaign manager. Unsurprisingly, Robotnik’s approval rating is at rock bottom, and his opponent Henry Walrus is largely favored by everyone.

“Mah gawd! She’s going for the chokeslam!”

“Here’s Some News!” Collie Chang, the cool car reporter gal, is back to report on the presidential race in this episode.

In light of this fact, Robotnik decides to start using more manipulative tactics. Wes Weasly builds him a robot wife (creepy!) and a robot dog to improve his image, akin to that of a hetero-normative kitschy American "ideal" president in our own world's USA. I would think he would also use Scratch, Grounder and Coconuts to show that he has "lots of children" too, but he has decided to simply leave them in charge of manual labor activities for the campaign, figuring they'd just mess things up on camera, I guess.

Wes Weasely creates “Robo Wife” and “Robo Dog” to improve Robotnik’s image. Robo Wife is clearly sentient, so that’s pretty rapey!

“Robo Wife” (the poor gal never gets a proper name) does have a pretty fun design. I like her big goofy smile. She’s also voiced by Kathleen Barr! Thankfully, she’ll be free of this bullshit situation by the end of this episode.

On a less creepy note, we also learn that Robotnik has a pet snake in this episode! His name is “Spalding”. But Is he a captain?

“Robo Dog” was made with a literal heart of gold. He enjoys biting Robotnik on the foot!

Soon, Robotnik’s campaign gets even more sleazy when he films a TV campaign ad that is designed to mind control its viewers. This ad is probably the best of political satire in this whole episode, as it eerily mirrors the same creepy rhetoric that regressive conservative candidates are still using today in the year 202.

“"Haven't you ever wanted to return a simple time on Mobius? when we had simple virtues? and simple people? remember simple family values, like apple pie? and mom?

isn't it time we had a president who cares about apple pie, mom, and the Mobius flag?"

Damn. Not too far from the kind of creepy campaign ad you'd see from ted cruz or something....

When the ad first airs, Sonic is at Bert's Diner, where Bert and Roxy have made a special chili dog dish for Sonic. That's nice of them! Robotnik’s campaign ad comes up on the TVs inside the diner, and Sonic is having a laugh due to the obvious propaganda and the constant screw-ups in the ad. To Sonic's surprise though,everyone else in the diner immediately says they're going to vote for Robotnik! Sonic is confused but starts to notice the subliminal hypnotic effect in the ad, which doesn't affect him due to the fact that whatever gives Sonic his speed powers apparently also affects his perception of time around him. That's an interesting fact about Sonic that doesn't seem to have come up before!

As Sonic expresses his dislike of Robotnik, the brainwashed occupants of the diner threaten to violence him (again, a sadly accurate prediction of American politics in 2023). He heads outside and runs into Tails, who thankfully didn't get exposed to enough of the ad to get hypnotized himself. Sonic decides that A - he himself is now going to run for president as well and B - if Robotnik is using dirty tactics, he's going to start playing dirty too and gets right to engaging in all kinds of acts of sabotage, up to and including more of the vandalism that he said was "stupid and illegal" in the very previous episode. Hey, Sonic...?

In one scene, Robotnik is trying foods from different cultural stereotype characters. Sonic keeps sneaking in and replacing their foods with literal garbage, which Robotnik eats! It’s a pretty effective gross out scene and I almost feel bad for the guy.Robotnik eventually loses his temper and tells everyone their food resembles the contents of a dumpster, losing popularity.

A lot of the stuff he does is understandable, but one of the more surprising stunts he pulls is dressing up in a Marilyn Munroe-like disguise, and getting Robotnik interested in cheating on his Robo Wife! Sonic plants lipstick stains on Robotnik, which makes his robot wife very upset, of course. I feel bad for the gal but considering she was designed to be a sentient "love slave" (which is super rapey), at-least this helps her to lose interest in Robotnik and hopefully find a happier life for herself.

All of Sonic's sabotage efforts do a great job of getting Robotnik to look foolish over and over again, as well as lose his temper and lash out at everyone around him, even his own brainwashed supporters. Sonic eventually wins the election due to this, and since his goal was simply to sabotage Robotnik, he immediately resigns his presidency and hands the victory over to Henry Walrus. We never learn much about Henry, so all I can hope for is that he'll a do a good job! It's also interesting to see that's at-least suggested that Mobius has a singular world government as opposed to all the silly tribalistic divided governments of our own world.

Collie is a tall gal! Also, I notice that her tail seems to disappear and reappear throughout this episode...

In the Sonic Says segment, Sonic teaches Tails about the importance of dental care as the poor little fox has possibly gotten a cavity from not brushing enough. Considering I have to get a dental crown myself next week, the timing of this is one showing up in my cue was a a painful reminder of how stupid it is for me keep passing out on the couch at night instead of brushing my teeth and actually going to bed. Don't be lazy like me, kids.....brush yo damn teeth....

Overall, this episode is pretty alright. While it feels a bit all over the place and rushed at times, it's a fun theme and I especially like that Robotnik’s TV ad poked fun at the creepiness of republican campaign ads obsessing over "tradition" and superficial things like flag worship. It definitely also gets bonus points for featuring some of my favorite side characters like Momma Robotnik and Wes Weasely, as well. Only a few more episodes left to review!

Til next time folks, stay cool and be good people!!

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