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mischief-lies-and-stories · 6 months

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Riffing on one of my Mobius theories (fic)

Spoilers for Loki (both seasons) and Where Mischief Lies. I think this probably theoretically takes place after season 2, with all the major conflicts resolved, but also I'm writing this between episodes 2x02 and 2x03 so it's like if episode 2 happened, everything got resolved, and Sylvie decided to join them on some (undisclosed) mission. I don't set up a whole lot of background for why they're all suddenly together and not freaking out about major plot points, so end-ish of the season as if nothing bad happens after ep 2 (we can only hope, lol). Okay, that's enough (vague, unhelpful) context.

They've barely walked through the Time Door and into mid-1800s England before Loki loses concentration. Sylvie is with them this time, so he's actually focused on their mission when they pass through time. No, the distraction comes after they arrive.

"All right," Mobius says, glancing around. "Here's the plan. Loki--" he turns to the others, and sees only Sylvie is behind him. "Loki?"

Sylvie points down the alleyway. Loki stands at the end of the alley, just out of sight of the street, peering out.

Mobius looks questioningly back at Sylvie, who shrugs. They move down the damp concrete toward him. Mobius peeks around Loki and follows his gaze. Ah. The entire 1860s to land in, the whole of the sprawling metropolis that is Victorian London, and somehow Loki has managed to find Theo Bell already.

Mobius looks at the hand Loki has pressed absently to the grimy wall beside him; it's trembling slightly.

"Loki," Mobius says softly. Loki doesn't look away from Theo, who stands outside a doorway down the street.

"It's--"

"I know who it is." Mobius has the sudden, selfish desire for Loki to look at him, to stop staring at the man he left two hundred years ago and return to that undivided attention he's been paying Mobius lately. But Mobius knows who it is, and what Theo means to Loki. Leaving this man in an uncoupled train car is one of Loki's deepest regrets.

I don't like hurting people.

Loki looks away finally, for just a moment, to look at Mobius. But then he glances at Sylvie, too, and then returns his gaze to the man he once knew. The eye contact is long enough for Mobius to see the pained look on his face. Loki takes a shuddering breath.

"You can't let him see you." Mobius tells him, gently.

"I know." Loki's voice is steady, but the rough exhale and the way he squeezes his eyes closed tell Mobius how much Loki hates it.

"Who is it?" Sylvie asks.

"Theo." Loki gasps, eyes still on the man down the road. "Theo Bell." He swallows, then looks at her briefly. "Not a prince," he tells her, in a tone that makes Mobius suspect he's referencing a previous conversation. "But real."

Mobius looks at Sylvie as Loki turns away again and sees understanding in her eyes.

"Your postman," she says, which makes even less sense to Mobius.

"My postman," Loki confirms, and now Mobius is jealous of two people here. He's not sure which is worse, that one of them knows he's jealous of her, or that the other doesn't even know he exists.

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The universe-- or multiverse, or whatever-- as it so often does, seems to have other ideas, in the end. They are careful, very careful, even with Loki out of commission and spying on a man he still loves, for the entirety of what little they are able to accomplish here.

And still, in the end, Theo Bell catches sight of him.

"Loki?"

Mobius and Sylvie manage to slip back, unseen, but of course, Loki is rooted to the spot at the sound of the man he's missed for centuries saying his name. Mobius watches him turn to meet Theo's gaze, and those teeth of jealousy haven't torn at Mobius's insides quite so aggressively since he rescued Loki and Sylvie from Lamentis.

But he knows Loki needs this, knows Loki knows he cannot take Theo with them, so he lets Loki further this not-exactly-protocol interaction. Loki has needed this conversation for two hundred years.

"I thought you said they couldn't interact," Sylvie murmurs.

Mobius shrugs. "They shouldn't. But the timeline's already fragmented, and he's held onto his guilt over their parting for way too long."

"When are you going to stop standing by, Mobius?"

Mobius looks at her, startled. "What do you mean?"

She frowns at him. "You know what I mean. When are you going to stop making assumptions about what's best for him and just tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

Sylvie scoffs and rolls her eyes, returning her gaze to the two before them. "Forget it."

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Loki has been talking to Theo Bell for some time now. Sylvie squints at the man in front of Loki, who's speaking to him in a low voice and gently holding his hands. There's something about his expression that gives her pause. He shifts his weight at the same time the man beside her does the same thing, and out of the corner of her eye, the gesture looks nearly identical.

She glances back at Mobius, takes in the way he's also staring at Loki like his entire world revolves around the god, and wonders why she's only just noticing the similarities. They're vague: Theo's nose only slightly crooked, the way they hold themselves even though Mobius doesn't walk with a limp, that look in their eyes when they gaze at Loki. A thought is starting to take root in Sylvie's mind.

"He told you you're a variant, right?" She asks Mobius. Mobius breaks his gaze from the two in front of them to glance at Sylvie.

"Yeah," he says, "I know. He told us awhile ago."

"Did you get your memories back?"

"No, no," Mobius chuckles in a way that tells Sylvie he's trying for nonchalance but failing.

"Why not?"

Mobius glances back at Loki before returning his gaze to her. "I'm content with my life."

Yeah, I'd believe that if you weren't staring at him like a puppy, she thinks. She glances at Theo Bell and back at Mobius one more time before making her decision.

"Sorry, but I think it'll be worth it," she says, and presses her hand to his upper arm.

The dingy, rain-soaked Victorian street fades away to reveal, in Mobius's long-locked-away, distant memories-- a dingy, rain-soaked Victorian street. Which would be rather anti-climactic if the implications weren't so earth-shattering.

He walks with a limp, a cane in his hand, beside a tall man and an older woman. They enter the front doors of a museum, and confidently make their way into the storeroom. The tall man opens a wooden coffin and tips it open, and Loki falls out, looking much younger than he is now. The image changes...

The memories flow through him, from his first meeting with Loki to the morning he watched Loki hurtling away from him on the Bifrost, flanked by train cars filled with the living dead. And his life after, until he was picked up by the TVA.

Mobius is overwhelmed by a strange cocktail of joy and pain and hope. Loki loves him, or at least who he was. Loki saw some version of him, past or future or variant, barely ten seconds out of the Time Door, and lost all focus on the mission. Even knowing he couldn't make contact with Theo (before circumstances out of their control changed that), he could think of nothing else, couldn't stop watching Mobius's past unfold before them, rather than move on.

But even knowing his past at last, Mobius is the same person he's always been. Loki is in love with a man who hasn't existed in Time knows how long. Will he be disappointed if Mobius is nothing like Theo?

Mobius slowly becomes aware that he is no longer inside his own head, inside the memories. (The setting being nearly identical makes it difficult to tell.) He's crouched down against the pavement, tears streaming down his face.

From what seems like far away, he hears Loki's voice. "Mobius? What's happened?"

"I gave him his memories," Sylvie replies.

Mobius feels hands on his arms and looks up into Loki's wide, green eyes. His cheeks are still stained with tears, and it makes Mobius's heart ache. He loves Mobius's past self this deeply; how could he ever feel anything but disappointment about Mobius as he is?

"Are you all right?" he whispers, though, and the concern in his voice is still for Mobius alone. It warms Mobius a little. Mobius gestures in a strange, noncommittal mix between a nod, head shake, and shrug.

Loki frowns. "Was it good?" He asks, an echo of their conversation in the automat.

Mobius does shrug this time, tears still streaming down his face. "A little bit, I think."

Loki's frown deepens. "Was it bad?"

Mobius's voice shakes when he replies, thinking of how different he is than Loki remembers, how breaking the memories free hasn't changed him back into the man he was when the TVA picked him up. "I don't know."

Loki searches his face, then opens his mouth to respond. Mobius can't take it anymore, this not knowing. "Just look, Loki."

"Yeah, that's gonna have to wait till we get back, boys. We have to go." Sylvie says.

Loki helps Mobius to his feet as Sylvie enters the TVA into the TemPad. Loki keeps glancing at Mobius, brow furrowed with worry, his centuries-overdue closure with Theo forgotten for the moment. Mobius has an odd feeling, like he's smug for beating his past self at something, as if earning Loki's attention is something he's still competing for when Theo Bell is also him.

When they return to the TVA, Sylvie volunteers to update B-15 for them.

"Gently," she tells Loki. "I already unlocked the memories, and you're only reading them. If you go in with the same force we used on Alioth, you'll hurt him."

Loki nods, and when Sylvie heads off toward Analysis, he takes Mobius's hand. Mobius turns to look at him, startled, but Loki just nods in the other direction, still looking worried. He seems too distracted about making sure Mobius is okay to realize what he's doing. Mobius allows him to lead him through the halls, until they emerge into the automat, and Mobius finds he can finally breathe again. And isn't that interesting.

Loki leads him to a chair. "Are you sure you want me to see?" he asks. "A little while ago you didn't even want to know."

Mobius nods. "I want you to know. I think you should know." Loki frowns again, but Mobius rushes on. "And I don't think I would know how to explain."

Loki watches him for a moment, then reaches out with both hands to wipe away the tears with his thumbs. He still hesitates. He seems to be distracted by Mobius's tears.

"Mobius--" he murmurs.

"Honestly, Loki, this is mostly from relief," Mobius says, gesturing at the tears, taking a risk and hoping Loki's distracted enough that he can lie to him again.

"Mobius, you're shaking." Loki says, tone skeptical and telling Mobius he's not entirely successful this time.

Mobius huffs a mirthless laugh. "Well, I did say mostly." he says, then sighs. "Just look, Loki. Please."

Loki nods, and then surprises Mobius when he doesn't just touch his hand to Mobius's shoulder or his fingertips to Mobius's temple, but keeps his hands cupped against Mobius's cheeks and brings their foreheads together. Loki closes his eyes and Mobius follows suit.

Mobius lets him see, shows him his childhood and arrest, his imprisonment and meeting Mrs. S. He replays their history from his perspective: a young, beautiful, short-tempered god tumbling from a casket and turning Mobius-as-Theo's life upside-down; the mission; watching Loki sleep on that dirty mattress, his heart swelling in a wonderfully painful way in his chest as Loki breathed slowly and his pale eyelids fluttered; Loki's slow, surprised smile when he realized he was being teased, realized he enjoyed it; kissing him for the first time on that speeding train full of the dead and the living and the living dead, Loki's promise echoing in his head, yet knowing already they were empty words; watching Loki's retreating form as it rode the Bifrost home, as Loki turned his head for one final glance back at the man he was abandoning; and all that came after.

Loki pulls back, inhaling sharply as if emerging from a pool of water, and Mobius opens his eyes to a sheen of fresh tears.

"How can this be?" Loki asks shakily.

"I don't know."

"No, I mean..." Loki moves back into his space, taking his face in his hands again, and it's too much. It's too much. "We just saw you. How could we have been where you still were without causing a, a paradox, or something? Isn't that what happens?"

He's stuck on the wrong part, but Mobius supposes there's a lot to unpack. "Well, we weren't there long. And I did not see or speak to myself. I don't think my past self would have recognized me as me, anyway."

Loki stares at him for a long moment, and then lets out a sob, and it breaks Mobius into pieces.

"I...I..." Loki starts. Mobius takes pity on him; it's been a very long day for the god's heart.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything." He says, mostly trying to reassure Loki. Only partly to save his own heart the inevitable pain.

"Yes, I do." He says. "I should have already. I should have before I... before you..." he sniffs and swipes at his eyes before continuing. "I've loved you for a long, long time. And I didn't think I'd ever love anyone again, not after Theo Bell."

There it is. The words that make Mobius's heart soar at the same time it shatters into a million, tiny pieces. Because he will never be Theo Bell again. He's been Mobius M. Mobius for far too long. And Theo and Mobius both love Loki, but Loki has only ever loved Theo.

"I'm not as I was," Mobius whispers, looking away. "I'm different." It's an apology, a wish in the pit of his chest that he could return to that man that he was, but a truth that must be stated. He'd never be able to pretend he was still that boy, and it would not be fair to Loki to make him believe Mobius could be.

"I know." Loki says. Mobius listens for regret, for disappointment, but cannot hear it. He meets Loki's eyes again; Loki is already watching him intently. "I said I didn't think I could ever love anyone again, but then I was taken as a prisoner of time and dragged here and coerced into working as a consultant, with another man who's too smart for his own good, another man who can see through my lies, another man who knows my story before I know he even exists." Loki's eyes soften. "Another man who sees the good in me, even when I can't. Who trusts me, and believes in me, and lets me use my talents to help him, instead of condemning them as tools for evil."

Leaving one hand to still cup his face, Loki brings his other hand down to clasp Mobius's. He brings it to his lips and tenderly kisses each knuckle, gazing at Mobius the entire time. Mobius can't breathe, can't move, can't look anywhere but into those emerald irises he's loved since well before he was an agent.

"Another man I fell deeply in love with far too quickly."

Mobius stares, trying to wrap his head around what Loki is saying. Loki loves him? Him? Mobius? Before he learned he was Theo, too; separate from how he still loves Theo?

Mobius swallows once, twice. Realizes Loki deserves a response to that admission. "We have that in common," he murmurs. "Falling in love too quickly."

Loki smiles, and it's like the sun emerging from the heavy, London clouds. Mobius has a sneaking suspicion he's compared Loki's smile to the sun before, as a different man. It really is accurate, though: bright and incandescent and practically warms Mobius's skin, nearly turning the tears still resting on his face to water vapor in its intensity.

"Kiss me." Mobius says, before he can think better of it.

And Loki doesn't hesitate, merely acts. He kisses him, and it's like that kiss all those years ago in the steam engine, yet also so different. The press of Loki's lips against his own are nearly as desperate and insistent, the result of centuries of waiting for Theo's lips and who knows how long of staring at Mobius's. But the movement that follows is slower, unhurried, without the treat of Amora and the hordes of the undead bearing down on them.

It occurs to Mobius that Loki is a different person, too, that perhaps that was what he'd discussed with Mobius's other in the rain, or at least the realization he'd come away from the conversation with. After all, there'd been tears drying on his cheeks, but none in his eyes, and his full attention had been on Mobius the moment he returned to his side. He may remember the god he was then more clearly than Mobius remembers being Theo, but he had still changed in the intervening years. Mobius can account for it; he's watched Loki's tapes over and over, he's seen the changes in the god just in the time he's known Loki.

The boy Theo Bell who loved the young God of Mischief may be mostly gone, but as Mobius weaves his fingers into raven hair and pulls away long enough to inhale and whisper his beloved's name, he aches with a love Theo did not know. Because Mobius M. Mobius gets to love the Loki Who Remains.

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mobius-m-mobius · 4 months

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Thinking back to the Loki finding Sylvie at McDonalds for the first time in s2 … I was SO curious how Mobius would react after his jealous fit over Sylvie in s1, and tbh on a first watch I was a bit disappointed, despite a proper double-take over the opposites attract line. I suppose I was primed for disappointment anyway, having assumed that for all the first ep was so much more than I’d hoped for, it would from here on invariably be pure Loki and Sylvie romance.

But now. The season having been That. Oh boy does the scene hit different!! Sure it’s not the blowout that is Mobius’ jealousy in s1; rather it’s transformed by now into a far more tragic resignation. He seems to have decided that if this is what will make Loki happy, he won’t stand in his way, but oh boy did I miss all the tells of how *hard* he is shoving all his emotions away to get there. The way he attaches himself to *Brad* rather than have anything to do with the reunion. The way he keeps yanking himself from his general air of grave heartbreak via strange outbursts at Brad, from going off at him before there’s any shred of evidence of double-dealing, to strangely enthusiastic assertions of how strange and cool life is. The way he tries to muster a grin when they see Sylvie really is there, and he, god of folksy cheer for all—can’t. The way he tries so hard not to watch Loki and Sylvie and to steer the conversation away from them, but his eyes get sort of stuck on them every time he glances their way.

And just. Above all. The way the season drives home over and again and again that the way Mobius deals with discomfort and emotions he doesn’t want to face is a). Comfort food, and b). Distract himself by talking to whoever is handy, even if the only folks available for talking are people he isn’t especially close to or friendly with. And going back to the scene with that in mind, well whaddya know, guess what our boy is up to !!!!!!

Yes yes YES to every word of this anon!!

As a lover of how pettily obvious Mobius was in S1 with his jealousy I was also looking forward to seeing what his reaction to Loki and Sylvie meeting again would be, and like you had expected something almost equally as brash as the interrogation scene but it turned out what we got was as good if not better in so many ways 👀👀

The way he hangs back as Loki approaches her, trying to look as casually friendly and nonthreatening as possible before IMMEDIATELY bee lining to get some apple pie when we'd only just established the key lime been a major comfort of his at the TVA?? Babe we see you and we're here for you 😭

That alone already had me waiting to see what extremes he was about to go to but I wasn't prepared at all for how the forced cheer from eating his meal fell aside the second Brad brought up not understanding what was going on with Loki and Sylvie outside, then that hint of bitterness we rarely see in "they say opposites attract? No." What a line, and he's so clearly thinking of how easily he and Loki fit together in comparison that as he continues hearing about how weird Loki and Sylvie are you practically see the thoughts racing through his mind range from agreement to a momentary embarrassment he thought that at all, then resignation and finally defeat because if this is what Loki wants he'll support and be there for him just like always.

Cue his default reaction to push his own feelings out of existence in favor of everyone else's (especially Loki's) as he plasters his usual positivity and charm back on, taking Brad's attention away from the window and towards a change of subject he knows is guaranteed to work without coming across as suspicious because there's nothing Brad would enjoy talking about more than himself and of course Mobius is such a great analyst that it worked a bit too perfectly 😅

#so so real about the sheer awe of ep 1 then turning to resignation about what the rest of the season would entail and then -#being hit full force with the nonstop ongoing rush of every quality fanfic trope in existence through five more episodes #all while we were still catching our breath over mobius and loki gently holding and tenderly gazing at each other for like half and hour lo #apologies btw about the delayed reply as i LOVE this ask but had things come up over the weekend before i could reply properly #so thank you for sending it and i hope you're doing well!! lots of love towards an amazing week ahead 🥰💖#ask

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fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks · 5 months

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ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52424179/chapters/132621133

Mobius stands under that tree for a long time, just watching the house he doesn't remember living in. He's having trouble processing what happened. When they all rebooted the TVA to be about keeping He Who Remains' variants from starting a war, he had something to do to distract him. But that can only work for so long. He needed a change. He needed somewhere quiet to figure out what he really wanted. Because now that he had a choice - a choice that Loki gave everything for him to have - there was no staying behind a desk doing a job anyone else could do. So he left.

He left and quickly realized he didn't have many places to go. He can't just figure out when he got taken from his life on the timeline and go back to that life. He doesn't remember it and as he watches 'Don' with those two boys, he realizes he wouldn't fit in that life anyway. He has been through too much and seen too much to just be able to settle for an ordinary life surrounded by people who wouldn't see him as much more than a stranger in the place of who they once knew. It wouldn't be fair to anyone involved.

But then, what does he do? Sylvie had no trouble finding a place for herself in a world she'd never been in before.

Wait... Sylvie!

Sylvie had been hopping from universe to universe with no limits to what she could do and she eventually found a life for herself and a place she could call home. Maybe Mobius could do the same thing. But that still begs the question: Where should he go? Where is the place that will feel "right" for him, or even just like something he could settle for?

Well, since they don't need to worry about timelines branching any more, there isn't any harm in looking around before making a decision, right?

Now, there's just one more question to ask here: "Where should I go first?"

. . . . .

After jet-skiing for the first time that he can remember, Mobius came to the realization that the ocean spray in his face, the thrill of hopping over a wave, the speed, the taste of salt, and the freedom that jet-skiing gives him...is a little underwhelming.

Like, don't get him wrong, it's fun. There's a rush to it that is so much better than sitting behind a desk as well as a meditative quality to it that, combined with the excitement, gives him a sort of euphoria, but... it feels like there's something missing. It's as though in all those magazines full of admittedly idyllic descriptions, and stories from people who genuinely love these water crafts, there must have been some sort of fine print he forgot to read with instructions that would help make the whole thing worth it.

Oh well. Some dreams just don't turn out like you'd expect them to. That's just a part of life. He'd always imagined he and Renslayer were going to be friends for the rest of time, 'protecting the sacred time line' like the greater good they all thought it was. We saw how that turned out. Don probably thought he and his wife were going to live a normal life and die of old age or diabetes or getting eaten by a shark like normal people. Instead, his wife is gone, and he gets abducted, mind-wiped, brainwashed, and forced into working for what he thought were three space lizards determining the story of the universe. "In hindsight, that is a pretty crazy thing to believe, huh?" Mobius thinks to himself. "Maybe Loki had a better point than I thought, even back then, before he had really started to change."

That was another thing Mobius never expected. Loki has always been known for not being easy to predict. When Mobius was assigned to study his life and question him, it was a little easier not to fall for the facades Loki used to keep it that way.

Loki could be as sneaky and intimidating and threatening as he wanted, but at the end of the day, he mostly just makes things up as he goes along. He's very impulsive, even though he tries to make you think he's always 1000 steps ahead. This is the person who fell through space to presumably never see his homeland again and to land who knows where, so that he could have a dramatic death in front of his father and brother. This is also the person who very easily fell in with the Grand Master's crowd on one of the most chaotic worlds there are. He was D. B. Cooper for fuck's sake, jumping out of a plane, flirting with mortals, and stealing money he doesn't need all as part of a bet he lost to his brother.

Loki switched sides easily depending on what he could get out of it, but you could never trust him to truly be on anyone's side but his own. He also was just a bit of an arrogant dick. At least, all this was what Mobius was led to expect with what he'd read of Loki's life. And he was right. His expectations were fairly accurate on those counts.

But Mobius has a troublesome habit of believing in everyone's potential to be a good person. He didn't allow himself to form any hopes yet, but he still considered it possibly for Loki to actually care about other people. He knew Loki was charming and knew how to read people, meaning he could understand them and maybe relate to them. One of the best ways to connect with someone is to learn more about them. Most of the time, you end up finding you have a lot in common with them. Mobius thinks Loki is the one who didn't expect anyone to give him a chance like that. In fact, he probably didn't even believe he was worth it.

It's kind of funny, really. Loki spent most of his life defying everyone's expectations of him and throwing the rules of their lives into chaos, succeeding by playing off how he expected others to react to the things he did.

When those rules, that he based his own life on, fell apart, and the people he found himself surrounded by seemed to know exactly what he would do, he surprised even himself, and changed for the better. That's probably why Mobius didn't fully see it coming what he was doing at the end until it was too late. Or maybe he just didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that Loki would soon be gone forever.

As Mobius stares at the salad he got for himself from a little place on the pier, he remembers the one Loki destroyed with his somewhat unnecessary display of how apocalypses are supposed to affect the way events cause branches from timelines. It was so over the top, as Loki always is, but it was also just so silly. The way he just stared into Mobius' soul, shaking the salt and pepper shakers up and down and up and down. The triumphant smile after he poured Casey's drink over it, like a little kid showing off his amazing painting skills on the walls. It makes Mobius chuckle softly to think of it. He thinks of Loki's smile and how it gradually became more and more genuine the more they just talked with each other. And they talked quite a bit for two people in the middle of saving the multiverse, about nothing and everything and things you really should rethink telling the person who's job is to keep you locked up or the person who's favorite prank is to put literal snakes in people's food or stab them after dying in front of them. Mobius almost wishes he would stab him right now, just so he can be back.

Aaaand that's the sign that he's thinking of Loki too much. Time to pick a new place to go and try and figure out what the heck he wants to do with the rest of his life. Maybe he'll go to see the Roman Empire before it fell. See what all those warriors really liked to do in their free time. He takes his time finishing his salad before getting out the tempad and setting the destination. He looks at the empty salad bowl, just plain white and round and not very interesting at all. There's huge mounted fish and stunning artwork on the walls of this restaurant. You can hear the calming waves and the group of sea lions just outside. There is no reason his attention should be so solely given to this silly salad bowl. And yet his eyes stay on it, even as they tear up. It isn't until he wipes at them that he looks away and stands up.

He leaves some money on the table and opens a time door to walk through. As he does, he feels a breeze ruffle his hair, brushing it away from his eyes. "Strange," he thinks, "all the doors and windows are closed, there shouldn't be a breeze in here." He looks around at the nearly empty restaurant getting ready to say goodbye to the morning calm and welcome the lunch crowd in an hour or two. He feels a warmth on his side and looks over to the large window where the sun has shifted its light and heat to blanket Mobius almost comfortingly. As he looks over, his eyes catch on a flash of the window, ever so faintly tinted green. There was movement of something not quite there, but unmistakably there enough to be visible. Like something between a shadow and a reflection. It was hard to make out a shape at first, but as it got bigger - no - closer, mobius saw the shape of a person with horns on their head and, if they looked closely, green and gold vines twisting around them like magic. Mobius stepped closer and was sharply met with two very familiar eyes. He took a breath.

"Loki?"

. . . . .

Part 2

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tardisesandtitans · 2 months

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VALENTINES DAY JUST ENDED IN THE UK, SO GO CHECK THIS OUT :D SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON THIS- ONLY STARTED WRITING THREE DAYS AGO.

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le-morte-d-belle · 6 months

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Look who's in their Loki Era

I'm so fucking ugly, it isn't even funny.

I love how I have a backlog of stories to finish, but after watching all of these Loki edits on the clock app I have a sudden need to write my one Loki story that's been on the back burner for years.

Anyone interested in a Loki x Goddess of Death MC set in either pre/Thor 1 or like, pre-TVA?

Essentially, the first idea is:

Loki and MC are arranged to be married despite their wishes. MC has never known anything outside her kingdom but agrees to the arrangement out of loyalty to her brother. Loki, on the other hand, knows this is Odin's way of punishing him by marrying him off to a princess form a barely thriving kingdom they “aligned” with years ago and doesn't appreciate the reminder he’ll never be Thor’s equal as this farce of a marriage just illustrates to the rest of the king how “highly” his father thinks of him. Kinda follows the MCU timeline/Thor 1 movie with obvious changes.

Wait is it too late for an idea like this?

The second idea is:

MC is tired of being a god of death. She hates the fact that people either fear her or hate her for taking them away from the realm of the living. She desperately wants to be "seen" but finds it hard to do so because she takes her job seriously. However, after meeting Loki once again, she decides to take a chance at being selfish and harbors the fugitive in her kingdom, Mictlan, while he tries to restrategize and recover from his escape with the tesseract.

This story is way fluffier. Also, it has a more central theme like growth/change as MC will learn to let loose and Loki learns to be more grounded/enjoy the simplicity of life.

Anywho, please let me know your thoughts!

**Edited concept 1 a bit because wow did I miss the mark, character personality wise, on that one for Loki. Don’t get me wrong, we’ll still get possessive and a bit unhinged Loki, but I totally want to explore the “at his wits end”, “cares to much but won’t tell anyone”, I love my family but gods I wish the would ‘see’ me”, Loki**

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allthenobodyppl · 1 month

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Chapter 2 has been posted! Loki, still suffering from the effects of arousal poisoning from an aphrodisiac flower, searches for his Hunter to have his way with her.

Title: Arousal Poisoning

Fandom: Loki TV Series

Rating: Explicit Smut

Relationship: Loki/Reader or Loki/Original Female Character

Other Characters: Mobius, B-15

This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius took Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet that had only one infrastructure – a prison that was supposed to house the galaxy’s most dangerous criminals. Every single criminal and prison guard had been executed and the prison ransacked. Mobius and Loki were supposed to investigate before the branched timeline collapsed, but a trap poisoned Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts…

Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex fanfic that can either be a self-insert, or an original female character, depending on your own interpretation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54362926

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nephilimeq · 5 months

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"No Eleventh Hour Reprieve"

A Frosthawk Fanfiction

Title: No Eleventh Hour Reprieve Rating: Explicit Summary: ...the story where Clint Barton is pulled out of retirement and into a void where Loki is trapped on a throne, holding onto the strands of reality and doing his best to keep the worlds from falling apart at the edges, and is forced to figure out what has drawn him to a place that should be impossible for him to be—and possibly find something special in the process that he wasn't expecting to find.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51748933/chapters/130826962

#frosthawk #frosthawk fanfiction #clint barton #loki #loki x clint #loki x hawkeye #hawkeye #marvel fanfiction #mcu #canon compliant #post season 2 loki #post season 1 hawkeye #clint x loki #nephilimeq fanfic

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hinatastinygiant · 3 months

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1 | 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

The Author

"Come on, Y/N," your mother hums as the two of you approach the large, unfamiliar castle that is looming over you. You are only six years old and have never traveled off-world before. It is an exciting yet terrifying adventure. You grip her hand tighter as she leads you across the bridge.

"Chin up, dear," your father hums as he stands in front of you, not bothering to look back. "Do us proud and you might just find a husband on this planet."

"A husband?" you gulp as you look up at your mother. Her eyes show no emotion. She looks straight ahead and pays you no mind.

"Yes, a husband. I expect great things from you, Y/N. We both do," your father replies.

As you approach the castle, your father speaks to the guards, informing them that they have come for the party that is supposedly in your honor. The guards lead your family through the winding halls of the castle. Your small steps can hardly keep up with the large guards and the pace your parents are walking at. The floral tiara, adorned with roses and leaves, on your head nearly falls off your head as you're led into a beautiful throne room.

There, you are greeted by the king and queen. "Ah," the king speaks as he approaches the three of you. "King Lucius Aurelius, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

They welcome you with a warm smile.

"As to you, King Odin," your father replies with a nod of his head.

"I see you have brought the princess of the hour," King Odin smiles kindly at you. "What a lovely dress, princess," he then compliments you. Honestly, you're quite proud of the compliment. The gold dress that you begged your mother to allow you to wear is your favorite. And if you're going to meet your husband today, you want him to see you at your very best.

"Thank you, my king," you answer with a curtsy.

"And what manners, too," he chuckles. "The princes will be out shortly. I believe they're planning something for you."

You turn your attention towards the large door across the room. You can't help but be nervous at the prospect of meeting your future husband. You're so focused on the doors that you don't even notice your parents leading you away until they're dragging you along. Together with King Odin and the Queen, you enter the biggest ballroom you've ever seen in your life. The marble floors glisten under the lights and the large balcony doors are open, revealing the gardens outside.

"Wow," you breathe as you look around the room. "It's beautiful," you murmur as the king and queen thank you for the compliment.

Your father, not so happy with your comment which makes his kingdom seem lesser in comparison, clears his throat and shoots you a warning glare.

"So," your father then speaks, drawing the attention back onto him, "your children?"

"Oh, yes. Y/N, darling," Queen Frigga hums as she nudges you forward. "The boys will be down shortly. They have prepared a surprise for you. Go wait by the stairs," she then instructs, pointing towards the large staircase on the opposite end of the room.

Nervous, you nod and walk across the ballroom floor towards the large staircase.

"Y/N!" you hear a voice call. Looking to your right, you spot a blonde-haired boy, dressed in armor and a red cape.

He walks up to you with a wide smile. "You are Y/N, aren't you?" he asks, his blue eyes wide with excitement.

"Y-yes, I am," you nod. "Are you Thor? I've heard much about you from my father."

"Hmm," he replies proudly while putting his hands on his hips and straightening his back to appear taller than you. "That's me! Prince Thor!"

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you," you smile kindly. "I hope we'll be good friends," you tell him as he holds out his arm for you to take.

"I'm sure we will be," he nods, grinning wider as you accept his hand. "Want to see a neat trick? I can pick up that whole statue over there!"

"Oh really?" you smirk, unconvinced. "Prove it."

"Watch this!" he then beams as takes you by the hand and leads you across the room. You gasp, your heart skipping a beat as he grips you tightly and drags you along.

"Thor! Y/N!"

Looking up, the two of you stop and turn to see the queen standing next to a smaller, dark-haired boy. He's dressed in green and black, and unlike Thor, the other boy's hair is slicked back.

"Y/N, this is Prince Loki. My brother," Thor explains as he releases your hand. "Loki, this is Princess Y/N."

You offer the prince a kind smile. "Hello, Your Highness."

"Greetings," Loki nods his head, keeping his eyes glued to yours. He then grips onto his mother's dress and hides his face. Loki rolls his eyes.

"So anyway, I was going to show you my trick. Are you ready to see it?"

"As I'll ever be," you chuckle.

Thor then sucks in a deep breath before approaching the statue. "This one's going to be great," he tells you as he reaches out for the statue. His fingers wrap around the base and, as if lifting something made of simply nothing, he lifts the statue high into the air.

You gasp as he tosses it from hand to hand, the weight seemingly having no effect on him.

"Okay, enough of that," the queen then shakes her head. "Place it back before you accidentally drop it."

"Yes mother," he agrees before placing the statue back in its place.

"Well done," you applaud him as he walks back towards you. "I'm quite impressed. I didn't think you'd actually be able to do it."

Thor's face lights up when he hears those words. "Thank you," he grins. "I think my brother wanted to show you something, too, but I don't think it'll be as impressive as mine."

You turn to look at the dark-haired boy. His face is bright red as he pulls away from his mother. She then pushes him toward you slightly where he freezes completely still.

"Was there... something you wanted to show me, Prince Loki?" you ask curiously.

"I, uh," he mutters, looking from Thor to you. Without saying more, he pushes up the sleeves of his suit. Then, with a flick of the rest, reveals a white rose out of thin air. "They're said to symbolize loyalty so I thought... well, it's nice to meet you."

With a soft smile, you accept the flower from him. "Thank you, Loki," you hum. "This is lovely."

He offers a shy smile in return.

It takes Loki a little while, but by the end of the night, the three of you are all playing like old friends. "You know, Princess Y/N, we have another brother, too," Thor randomly brings up in the middle of a conversation.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, his name is Balder," Loki adds.

"Where is he, then?"

"He's not allowed to attend the party tonight. Apparently, he kissed his nanny the other day," Thor informs you. "That's why it's just us here."

"Oh my," you chuckle.

"Thor! Loki!" the king's voice calls out to the three of you. Looking up, the three of you spot him waving in your direction. "It's time to say goodnight to Princess Y/N and her family. Come on."

"Coming father!" Thor nods as the three of you rush to the front of the ballroom.

Once your hand is back in your father's, you glance at your two new friends. Which one of them will become your husband? you wonder. Most likely, whichever is the oldest. Perhaps it will even be the one who kissed his nanny. But your parents did seem pretty sure that you'd be meeting your husband tonight... which just leaves the two.

When you glance between the two boys, you realize there's one you secretly hope it will be.

***

After that night, your family has taken multiple trips to Asgard and attended dozens of lavish parties. Each time, you are able to spend time with both princes and the two of them become very important people in your life.

"Y/N, dear," your mother's voice hums as she approaches you in the garden. "Your eighteenth is in two weeks. The King and Queen have decided that on that day, they will decide which of the three princes will be the one to marry you."

"Really?" you ask nervously.

"Yes," she says as she sits down beside you. "Now, I know you are excited to go there tonight but remember, your father and I expect great things from you. You're a princess of Astoria. Do not forget that."

"Of course, mother," you agree.

"And the prince who marries you will bring us glory and honor, do you understand? So, when we get there tonight, I want you to behave. No horseplay. No silly games. We're here to make a good impression and find the prince who will marry you. Is that understood?"

"It is," you nod.

When the three of you arrive, you do your best to hold back from running to the two princes when you spot them in the ballroom. You can tell they're acting different this time, too. Neither of them smiles as they approach with their parents and Balder.

"Y/N," Thor greets as he reaches for your hand. He places a kiss on the top of your hand, earning a small scowl from his younger brother. You wonder if this is the way they'll be all night.

"Prince Thor, Loki," you nod politely.

"We're glad to have you," Queen Frigga hums as the three princes begin to walk away. However, your mother grabs you by the hand, ensuring that you don't walk away this time.

You spend the night talking to various members of the royal family, excluding the three brothers. Your mother makes sure to keep you away, knowing that you'll run off and never be seen again. However, towards the end, once she's had a few too many drinks, she loosens her grip and lets you slip through her fingers.

You rush outside first, determined to get a fresh breath of air. You've felt nothing but suffocating the whole night and you'd do anything to get away from it all.

"Y/N," you hear Loki's voice hum.

"Loki," you gasp as you turn to face him. "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he says, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"I just needed some air."

"Ah, so did I," he agrees. "But also, I had hoped to talk to you. I saw you've been wrapped up in conversation with my parents all evening."

"Yeah well, I-"

"I get it," he nods as he approaches the balcony near where you stand. He then remains quiet as he looks out at the stars. You smile and do the same, leaning in towards him as you relax in the comforting quiet of the moment.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" you ask after a few minutes.

"Nothing. Just didn't want to miss our time together," he sighs as he looks out into the darkness.

"Yeah, well, we probably don't have long. I'm supposed to be inside still, and I doubt my parents will let me out of their sight again. I'm sure they'll have the guards looking for me any second," you giggle.

"Is that so?" he hums, turning to face you. "My, you are so popular, aren't you?"

"Suppose the birthday girl deserves that, don't you think?" you grin.

"Of course," he replies, gazing into your eyes. You hate how he does that. It's like he's able to see right into your soul, feel what you feel without you ever saying a word.

"Y/N."

"Mmhmm," you hum, looking away as he leans in towards you.

"Are you looking forward to it?" he whispers as he tucks your hair behind your ear, allowing his hand to linger on your cheek.

"For what?" you ask, half stunned by his bold move. He's never acted like this before.

"You know," he hums, moving in closer, "for your birthday."

"I'm not sure," you shake your head. "I suppose I'm ready for whatever happens."

"Are you?" he asks, his face inches from yours.

You look away, unsure if you're able to handle him this close to you. "I am."

"Even if it were to be me?" he continues, and you are pretty sure your heart has stopped

"I think," you gulp, trying not to sound nervous, "that I wouldn't mind if it were you."

"Oh," he replies, still getting ever so slowly closer. "And if it isn't me?"

"Then, I'll have a husband," you answer, finally turning your gaze back onto his. "I suppose that is a good thing. Isn't it?"

"I suppose," he hums as his eyes flutter shut. Without a second thought, he presses his lips to yours, causing you to pull back immediately.

"What was that?" you gasp, holding your hands over your mouth.

"A kiss," he answers, reaching out for your hand. "Was that your first?"

"No, I mean... Well yes, but- Loki, you can't just..." you mumble, unable to find the words.

"Do you not want to?" he asks, taking a step back.

"I... I didn't say that," you answer, your cheeks burning hot.

"You didn't have to," he chuckles as he moves back towards you.

You reach out, placing a hand on his chest as he comes near. "We shouldn't," you whisper.

"But isn't that what makes it fun," he smirks.

He's definitely not wrong. All you want is to kiss him again. You allow your eyes to flutter close, giving in to the temptation as he places his lips back on yours. This time, you kiss him back. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss.

"Y/N, is that you?" Thor's voice then calls.

The two of you pull away immediately, both out of breath and wide-eyed. Thor steps closer and your heart races. He looks between the two of you and raises a brow.

"Were you two-"

"Nothing," Loki blurts out.

"If our parents found out, they'd kill you, Loki. Actually, probably both of you," Thor warns.

"So, what do we do?" Loki asks.

Thor turns to look at you. "Nothing," he huffs. "It never happened." He then grabs you by the arm and begins to guide you back into the ballroom. "Your parents are looking for you. Time to go inside."

You look backward at Loki as Thor pulls you away. The hurt in his eyes hurts you. You've hope to god you never have to see that look again.

***

Two weeks later, on your birthday, your parents throw the most lavish party you've ever seen. They've invited thousands of people from all across the nine realms. Everyone, it seems, wants to meet the soon-to-be betrothed princess.

"Have you told her yet?" Loki asks as Thor approaches.

"Not yet. It's a surprise, isn't it?"

"But you're telling her tonight, right?" Loki whispers.

"Let me deal with it, you ass. You've already done enough to help out," Thor scoffs. "Besides, I think I can figure out how to propose to a princess after twelve years of being told how to do it."

"Well, excuse me," Loki huffs as Thor walks away.

"Y/N," Thor greets when he spots you standing by the cake, helping the staff turn it at just the right angle. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Thor!" you smile when you see him at your side. He snakes his arm around your waist and kisses you on the cheek. And as he does, you can see Loki watching the pair of you from a distance away.

"How have you been?" he asks.

"Good. My mother is quite nervous about the big reveal tonight. She's been rushing me all morning, and then when I wasn't dressed fast enough, she nearly threw a vase at my head," you chuckle.

"Wow, and your father? I bet he's excited," he adds, trying to distract from the subject as he leads you towards the center of the room.

"Yes, but I know he's worried too. I'm surprised that neither of them is hovering over me right now," you explain as you look around the room and spot them approaching Loki. Perhaps it will be him after all.

"Well, before all that happens, there's something I wanted to give you," Thor hums, stealing your attention once more.

"What is it?" you ask, looking around.

Before you can take in what's happening, he bends down on one knee, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small, velvet box. Opening it, he reveals a beautiful diamond ring. Your jaw drops, unable to believe what you're seeing. Part of you wishes you could back away into a hole and not come back out, but at the same time, you know it would break Thor's heart.

"Princess Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Y-Yes," you hesitate for only a moment before accepting. With a smile, he slides the ring onto your left ring finger and pulls you into a tight hug. You can't help but smile in the moment, knowing how proud both of your parents will be. But once he pulls back, and your two families come over to congratulate you, tears threaten to roll down your cheeks. Locking eyes with Loki is different- and always will be- and now, you're not sure if you'll ever be able to face him again.

The party carries on and the announcement is made. The cheers are thunderous as Thor is officially declared your betrothed.

"I can't believe it," Loki sighs as he stands beside you. He's been watching Thor the entire night. You know he's been dying to speak to you, but hasn't had the chance until the rest of the room is drunk enough to not notice what either of you is doing.

"Can't believe what?" you hum, looking away.

"Part of me thought he wouldn't do it. Not after the other week..." he whispers, voice trailing off into nothing.

"What do you mean?" you then ask, finally glancing at him. "Did you know? Did you both know?"

"We did," he admits, staring out into the crowd. His eyes are filled with hurt, just like they had been the last time you saw him. "We've always known. We weren't supposed to tell you."

"Then why?" you frown, tears swelling up in your eyes. "Why did you-"

"Because, it was the only way I could have you."

"But, we can't-"

"I know. Believe me, I know," he grumbles, looking in the opposite direction of you now. "I'm sorry, Princess, I shouldn't have done it."

"No, I-"

"Happy birthday, Princess," he hums before walking away.

The tears begin to roll down your cheeks, and as you wipe them away, you realize you wish things could've gone differently. You wish Loki was the one you were betrothed to.

Suddenly, a pair of large arms wrap around you from behind and spin you around. You gasp as you hear Thor's laugh from behind you.

"You did so well," he grins. "You've made them so happy. You're going to make the perfect queen."

You bite your lip, hoping not to cry again. And as he puts you down and spins you to face him, he notices the tears in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" he frowns.

"Nothing," you shake your head. "Everything is fine."

"You're crying," he points out.

"I'm just really happy," you lie, managing a smile.

"Okay," he smiles in return, not wanting to push the issue. "Come on, dance with me," he hums, pulling you towards the center of the room.

"Thor," you giggle, trying not to trip over yourself as he drags you along. "I don't dance, you know that."

"Just follow my lead," he insists. "Like always."

The two of you dance until you're completely worn out. By the end of the night, you can't keep your eyes open, and neither can he. Leaning on him for support, you don't realize how close he is to you until his lips meet yours in a surprising kiss. You pull back immediately.

"Thor," you whisper.

"Right," he clears his throat. "I should, uh, probably get you back to your parents. Wouldn't want them to start a war."

"Yes, of course," you agree.

He offers a hand, which you take, and then leads you across the ballroom and back to where your parents are. You spend the rest of that night in a trance-like state. Time passes so quickly, that you can't believe the party is finally over. In the blink of an eye, you're back in your bed, looking up at the dark ceiling and thinking of what could've been.

***

The next time you visit Asgard, two different princes meet you than the ones you grew up knowing. The first greets you with a kiss on your cheek, rather than your hand, and wraps his arm around your waist. The second, who's dressed in gold and black, is not anywhere to be seen.

"Where's Loki?" you whisper to Thor as the two of you walk inside the castle together.

He sighs, shaking his head as he tries to find an appropriate way to explain what his brother has been up to for the past month. "Well, he, uh, is with another woman. You'll see him later," he explains as he turns to face you.

"Another woman?" you question, stopping in your tracks to glare at him.

"Y/N, it's not any of your concern," he insists. "Besides, it's not really serious. Don't worry about it."

"You expect me not to worry about the brother of the prince I am going to marry running around with a bunch of whores?"

"Y/N," he whispers sharply. "People are watching. You'll be careful to mind your tongue. Is that understood?"

"You're such an ass," you snap before walking away.

He follows closely behind you as you try and escape his presence. He catches up easily and wraps a hand around your wrist. "Don't rush off like that," he tells you, nearly sweeping you off your feet. Damn him and his annoying charm

"What do you want from me?" you huff, not bothering to stop him from pulling you close.

"Only a kiss from my betrothed, is that so bad?" he smirks.

You roll your eyes, trying your hardest not to get caught up in his charisma. "Fine, just one," you agree.

He cups your cheeks and leans in to press his lips to yours. As he does, your mind wanders to his younger brother and how soft his lips had been. Except Thor is much rougher. Instead of feeling butterflies, you feel your back pushed up against the nearby marble column. And instead of feeling the warmth of his body, the cold marble causes your spine to ache.

"Oh, god, are you fucking kidding?" Loki's voice interrupts the moment suddenly.

Thor pulls back just enough to turn his head where he sees his brother drunkenly stumbling towards you both. But instead of rushing to his side, he kisses you one last time.

"Brother," he grins, letting go of you.

"Don't bother me," Loki growls.

"What are you so upset about?" Thor asks. "I was only kissing my future wife. Did your whore not love you enough last night? Is that why you're so pissy?"

"Fuck you," Loki huffs.

"Fuck me? Brother, you've got it backwards, haven't you?"

"Don't be a dick," you sigh, addressing both of them. "Let's just go back inside."

"Mmm, no thanks," Loki shakes his head. "I have a better idea."

"Loki," Thor warns.

"Shut up, Thor," Loki rolls his eyes. "You can go back inside and kiss the hell out of your future wife. But I'm going to grab a bottle of wine and have some real fun. Want to come, darling?" he asks, offering a hand out to you.

You glance from Thor to Loki. Part of you wants to go with Loki. To make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. But you know better than to cause a scene. If your parents found out...

"Maybe another time," you sigh.

"Fine, then have fun. I'm sure Thor will give you plenty," Loki snaps before walking away.

"That piece of-" he begins before you cut him off.

"Don't," you say.

"Don't what?" he snaps.

"Say whatever horrible thing you were going to say about your brother. You two used to be best friends. All of us were. You shouldn't talk about him that way. And besides, I'd much rather you come inside and get your parents' attention off of me for a little while," you add.

He sighs. "Fine. Whatever you want," he huffs, reaching down to take your hand. "Let's go then."

***

LOKI'S P.O.V.

Even after three months from when Thor proposed to Y/N, I haven't been able to get the damn scene out of my head. She looked so happy. As if she did truly want it to be him instead of me. But what makes me even sicker is the thought of our kiss. How it'll never happen again. And how no matter how hard I try to find it elsewhere, I know nothing will be able to compare to her.

The thoughts are haunting. There isn't a moment I'm able to completely clear my head. Not while I'm with other women. Not while I'm by myself. No matter what I do, I can't forget. And the worst part is that I'm not sure I want to.

"You've been awfully quiet," the woman kneeling before me whispers as she trails her hands up my leg. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes," I lie as I place my hand in her dark hair. "Don't stop."

I close my eyes, doing my best not to think about the beautiful princess on her knees before me. But I fail miserably. She's all I can think about. I imagine the softness of her lips, the gentle touch of her hands, the sweetness of her voice, the warmth of her skin...

I gasp, opening my eyes as the woman pulls back, releasing me from her mouth.

"Did you-"

"Yes, sorry," I sigh, tucking myself back into my pants and pulling the zipper up.

"No need to apologize, my prince," she smiles quite proud of herself. "Would you like to stay here for the night?"

"Not tonight," I reply, shaking my head.

"You're so tense," she then says, climbing onto the couch beside me. "You need a release. A second release."

She's here right now. In the palace with my brother and my parents. I've always hated going to those damn parties every week since that night. I can't stand seeing the two of them together. And the worst part is that every week, she looks more and more like his princess. It's as if she was made to be his.

"I'll be fine," I insist, standing from the couch. "But if you'd like, you could accompany me to the palace."

"M-me, my prince?" she questions, her eyes going wide.

"Of course," I nod. "Why not?"

"A-Alright, then. Let's go," she agrees immediately, gathering her clothes.

By the time the two of us reach the palace, we're both drunk out of our minds. I hardly recall anything that has led up to this moment tonight, but to be perfectly honest, that's better than remembering it all.

"My prince," she hums as she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Yes?" I hum, leaning in.

"Do you love me?"

I frown as I think back to the way I had last seen Y/N in this hallway. My brother had her pinned up against one of the columns, his hands in places they didn't belong.

"Do I love you?" I question, not answering her question. "Do you want to know something?"

"Mmhmm," she hums as she presses herself closer to me.

Without another word, I push her body up against that same column where Y/N had been with Thor. My lips crash into hers, my hands cupping her cheeks, and I allow myself to get lost in her. She tastes sweet, her body warm, and her curves are soft beneath my hands. I reach down to her thigh, pushing up her skirt before lifting her off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist, her back pressed up against the cold marble.

"You're so warm," she hums, her voice sending shivers down my spine. "So much warmer than him."

I bite down on her lip, causing her to yelp in response.

"You shouldn't say his name when you're with me," I warn.

"Mmm, then punish me, my prince," she purrs.

I know Y/N isn't here with me now, but gods do I wish it was her. I'd have to keep her quiet, making sure Thor wouldn't hear us. She'd be so good for me. She'd listen. She'd obey. And her body... gods her body.

"Take me to your room," she pleads, drawing my attention back to her.

"What?" I reply, suddenly being brought back to reality. However, before she can say more, the door bursts open and we both look up to see Thor storming down the hall.

"Loki, what the fuck are you doing?" he shouts.

I release her immediately and the girl falls to the ground, struggling to fix her dress. Behind him I see Y/N, dressed in the most beautiful golden dress. She always did look beautiful in that color. A true princess. A true princess who is staring at me with a look of shock and confusion.

"Brother," I smirk.

"Y/N," he then growls as he glances back at her. "Go back inside."

"Umm," the woman I was just with gulps as she looks between my brother and me.

"Leave us," I then order her.

"O-of course, my prince," she nods as she quickly scurries past us and back the way we came.

"Loki," Thor repeats, his voice low and threatening. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Enjoying the party," I smirk, unable to wipe the stupid grin from my face.

"You're drunk. We have guests. Why would you do that here?" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Go up to bed. And don't let Y/N catch you looking this way again. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," I wink as I push past him and head for the stairs. But, as I turn the corner, I spot Y/N's worried concern and it makes my heart stop.

"Is he alright?" she asks Thor as he approaches her.

"Of course, he's just drunk. Nothing new," Thor lies.

"Okay," she whispers softly, taking his hand. "Let's head back."

"Good idea."

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I'm super excited to show you a preview of my fic for @mischievousscampzine. Pre sales are open now until Tuesday 18 October and there's gorgeous art and merch, too.

Much Ado About Lokius

Loki was practically vibrating with excitement as they walked through the portal to Earth, 1598. The trickster had been exasperated by the dull, boring paperwork in the TVA, and Mobius had thought this trip would be a treat to keep him on his best behaviour. Yet, as Loki skipped off, Mobius sighed and realised that he may have made a mistake. The trickster had a flair for theatrics that was hard to predict, even for a Loki expert like himself.

The variant they were chasing wasn’t dangerous, but he had evaded capture so far. They had finally tracked him down to a large open-air theatre filled with men in fancy clothing, all of them practising the same lines over and over. The minutemen streamed past them, ignoring the strange looks they got as they searched for their target. The squad had been trained to block out distractions while out in the field, but Mobius couldn’t help looking around.

There were men in colourful hats, men practising sword fights, and even one with a trained hawk on his shoulder. Yet, the one who stood out the most to Mobius was Loki, standing among the actors where he definitely shouldn’t be. The trickster’s eyes swivelled left and right, glinting with mischief.

Before he could even say anything at all, he felt it; a faint shimmer of green as Loki’s magic worked over him. Mobius knew his clothes had changed, but he couldn’t focus on that. All he could see was Loki. The trickster had transformed his clothes into a slim, white and elegant long dress. It was cut low, showing off his pale chest, with a small green corset cinching in his waist, pulled tight with gold laces. His raven-black hair flowed down his shoulders and gleamed in the sunlight. He looked divine.

The trickster stalked towards Mobius, wearing a predatory smile. “My, my, don’t you scrub up well,” he exclaimed, like this whole thing had been Mobius’ idea all along.

“What are we wearing?” Mobius huffed, looking down at his own outfit. He was dressed in navy trousers, a white shirt and a gold jacket. A matching golden-handled sword was attached to his belt, making him look like a soldier. Mobius glanced around. All the other men in the room were dressed the same way yet none of their outfits looked as good as the ones Loki had conjured.

“We need to blend in, don’t we?” Loki teased. He linked arms with Mobius and began walking towards the stage.

“No, we don’t,” Mobius protested even as he let himself be pulled along by the trickster.

“Don’t be a spoilsport, Mobius.” Loki twirled a lock of his hair playfully with his free hand, a sly grin on his lips. “The variant could be hiding among these actors, so this is the perfect cover. We’re just doing our jobs.”

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Sylvie's Nexus Event ficlet

A fic immediately following Sylvie escaping from the TVA when she's taken in the first time. I'm so sorry. Spoilers for Loki season 1 and trans Sylvie supremacy.

Sylvie stomps hard on the woman’s foot and twists her wrist free, just as her combat instructor taught her. The woman doesn’t cry, the way Thor did the first time, but she does flinch back in pain and let Sylvie go, long enough for her to snatch away that rectangular device at the woman’s hip that she’d used earlier.

She doesn’t know how to use the device, just types the buttons she’d seen the woman do earlier. A golden portal, like the one the woman had used to enter her room, the one she’d dragged Sylvie through to this terrifying place, appears behind her. Sylvie takes one last look at the woman, committing her features to memory so she can describe her to her father when she returns. The king will make sure she pays for abducting one of the heirs to the throne of Asgard. Then she turns and walks through the portal, unsure if it will take her home.

She enters her room at the palace and the portal fizzles away to nothing behind her. For a moment, she exhales deeply in relief. Her toys are no longer on the floor, but the rest of the room looks much the same.

Except there’s a boy in her bed, reading a book.

He sits up with a start when she enters, staring at her. His hair is dark like hers, though much shorter. His eyes are like hers, too. Dread settles in the pit of her stomach, though she’s not quite sure why.

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

“Who am I?” she demands. “How did I get in here? This is my room! What are you doing here?”

He blinks at her in surprise. “This is my room. I’m the prince.”

“You are not.”

The boy gets off the bed and starts to approach her, peering at her like she’s a puzzle he can solve if he looks hard enough, gets close enough, asks the right questions.

“Who are you?” He asks again.

There isn’t anyone in Asgard who doesn’t know who she is. Sometimes they still call her by the wrong name, but they know who she is. Something isn’t right. And there’s something eerily familiar about his appearance, about the expression on his face, about his gait as he gets startlingly closer to her.

Yet even as her mind dances closer to a terrible, frightening possibility, she retreats from it to the safer, yet less likely, option.

“Did Thor put you up to this?” She asks–at the exact same time the boy does, as well.

They lean away from each other, both gaping in surprise and real fear now.

Sylvie turns and runs. She ignores the boy telling her to wait and flees her room, sprinting down the hallway.

Guards and servants she’s known all her life stare at her in shock and yell for her to stop as though she is not the daughter of the All-Father. She ignores them all and continues running.

It isn’t real. It’s just a dream. I’ll wake up in a minute.

She careens around a corner and throws open the next door she reaches. The queen is sitting at her vanity, surrounded by ladies in waiting. Frigga turns when the door opens, as do her servants. The ladies gasp, but Frigga does not. It takes more than this to surprise the queen.

“Hello, child.” She says kindly. “Are you lost?”

Sylvie ignores the strange question and runs from the door, through the crowd of women, and buries her face in her mother’s skirts.

“Mother!” She gasps. “I’m afraid.”

There’s a pause, longer than there should be, and it settles into Sylvie’s spine like a fall from the banister she and Thor love to slide down.

Frigga places her hands carefully on Sylvie’s back. “Did you…lose your mother? Where did you last see her, dear?”

Slowly, fearfully, Sylvie raises her head to look at her mother’s face. Frigga’s blue eyes are soft, her smile is kind, but there is a distance to it that should not be there. Sylvie meets the queen’s gaze and does not see any hint of recognition.

“What is your name, child?” Sylvie’s heart stutters to a painful stop at Frigga’s words.

She has no idea who I am.

It’s the worst thing to happen to her all day. She thinks she’s going to vomit from the horror of it, from the pain she does not, should not, yet have words for.

She stands stiffly. Frigga continues to speak to her as she backs away, but the blood is pounding loudly in her ears and she cannot hear the words. The ladies in waiting, taking their cue from the queen’s demeanor, reach out to her. She turns and runs again.

In the hall, she distantly hears that tell-tale fizzle she now recognizes as one of those portals. She whirls around in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, she sees the rectangle appear from nowhere, the silhouette of a helmeted figure. Sylvie doesn’t waste time, running again in the opposite direction.

The figures are swift and efficient, but they do not have the advantage of years of games of hide and seek with Thor. Sylvie knows where to hide in any part of the palace where she will be undetected, even when her brother enlists a servant or one of their parents to help. She knows the nooks and crannies she’s able to slip into, unseen, only coming out when Odin gets tired of playing a children’s game and threatens Sylvie with bedtime without supper if she does not come out and apologize to her brother. (For what, being better at his favorite game than he is?)

Her kidnappers pass by her hiding space, calling to each other and arguing about which direction she went. She waits until they all disappear down the next hallway before she powers up the device again, swiping through the destinations.

She finds an apocalypse programmed into the machine. Even though the end of the world scares her (she didn’t sleep for weeks after Father told her and Thor about Ragnarok), she supposes it might frighten these people determined to steal her away and replace her with some strange boy. At least long enough to leave her alone to think, perhaps.

She pauses for a few seconds to listen, making sure those people are still hunting air. Then she reopens the portal and steps in.

This moon, Lamentis, is in chaos, but Sylvie checks the local time against the moment of the actual end times in the device, which is becoming easier to manipulate the more she uses it. She has time. So she finds a tree away from any structures or people and hides behind it, taking a deep breath.

Her home is gone, or at least changed. Her mother is gone, or else can no longer remember her. There is a strange boy in her place who looks like her and acts like her. But he’s a boy.

Perhaps he looks as she would if she had not told her Mother years ago that she was a girl. If her Mother had not accepted her declaration with a hug and an affirmation spell and an immediate shift to using her new name. If her Father had not welcomed the adopted daughter he once thought was a son with open arms. If Thor had not shrugged and treated her just the same, merely calling her “Sister,” instead.

Years later, when Sylvie finds out more about the group of people that abducted her as a small child and learns about nexus events, when she discovers there are other people who are her but not and are all seemingly men, she will think back to the boy in her bedroom with the raven hair and green eyes, and wonder if that was how the TVA meant for her to stay. She’d have sooner died.

But that will come later. For now, she leans her head against the trunk of this tree and draws her knees to her chest and cries.

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