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lokust · 3 years

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Plead the Fifth

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“Mobius, get away from me!”.

This was ridiculous. Loki knew it was ridiculous. He was running from Mobius for no reason other than the fact that Mobius had started chasing him.

Er- well, he was pestering the agent quite a bit, but what did that matter? Serves Mobius right for not paying any attention to his dear friend.

“Oh come on, Loki. You can’t run around this library forever!”, he said back, trapping Loki as the God was between a round table and a wall with Mobius standing menacingly across from him.

Loki was unwilling to go anywhere other than the library as it was empty, closed for Mobius and Loki to do ‘classified research’ without the chance of interruption (or more so closed for Mobius to do classified research while Loki sat there for… moral support or something). Though Loki had taken to poking Mobius’s cheeks relentlessly with lidded pins.

He’d been told to stop countless times, and he’d agreed to it before going right back to it countless times, so Mobius finally had enough and he simply told Loki to run before he took off after the God.

“You know I’m gonna catch you, Loki. I don’t know what I’ll do when I do, but I will catch you”.

Loki almost relaxed hearing that, knowing Mobius didn’t have a plan, but there was a twinge of disappointment in his heart before Mobius suddenly shot around the small table. By the time Loki had processed it, it was a little too late.

He tried to run the other way but Mobius’s hand had just grazed his back as he turned and almost immediately, he was on the ground.

“Get off of me, you violent beast!”, he spat as he wrestled with Mobius on the ground.

They both grabbed at each other and Loki pushed away while Mobius grabbed and tried to pull him down.

After a couple minutes of fighting for the upper hand, Mobius finally had him down, “Look at that”, he said, still having to fight a bit with his friend’s swatting hands, “I caught a Loki”.

As he picked on the God for being caught, he managed to catch Loki’s side only slightly while pinning his hands down, eliciting a yelp and visible anticipation when Loki braced himself.

“Oh”, he started, “Correction… I caught a ticklish Loki”, he smirked down at his friend, watching the way his eyes widened in nervousness.

Loki shook his head and struggled to pull his hands away from Mobius again, “Not this again, Mobius. Come on. It wasn’t fair the first time and it’s certainly not fair now.”

Mobius hummed, “And why… exactly, hm? Why isn’t it fair?”

The trickster squirmed and writhed underneath his menace of a friend, “This place is ridiculous. I mean, if I had my magic, this wouldn’t be possible!”, he said defensively.

Mobius nodded, “Mm, yeah, I guess that’s true but you wouldn’t stop me then either, would you?”, he asked, smiling a smug grin as Loki’s face flushed red.

He furrowed his eyebrows to glare at Mobius, but his heart was doing flips in his chest while his stomach fluttered with little butterflies at the teasing, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mobius laughed as if he was shocked, “Oh, come on, Loki! You do this little thing where you pester and prod at me until you get a reaction, and your eyes light up when you think I’m gonna retaliate, and then you just… deflate like a disappointing balloon when I go back to work”.

Loki huffed, avoiding eye contact with everything in him, “I do not pester-”, he stopped to rethink his statement when Mobius gave him a look of pure disbelief, “Alright. Maybe I pester you, but my eyes do not ‘light up’ and I don’t ‘deflate’. I’m the God of Mischief, Mobius. Mischief. I’m supposed to pester you”.

Mobius rolled his eyes, “Alright, then explain why you fight like a little girl”.

Loki made a face of confusion and suspicion.

Mobius let out an exasperated sigh, “Like you’re a little girl- You know what I mean, Loki”.

Loki shrugged, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes, “Well I wouldn’t know anything about throwing hands with little girls-”

Mobius huffed in irritation, promptly pinning Loki’s arms above his head, both wrists in just one of Mobius’s hands, “You’re doing it right now, Loki. You’re trying to provoke it”.

‘Yes, well, it’s working’

Loki’s face turned red at his own thoughts, but he hoped Mobius hadn’t noticed, “Oh you are truly ridiculous, Mobius”, he snarled, “I would hurt you if I truly fought you, and I certainly do not ‘provoke you’ into this… childishness”.

He tugged at his hands and arms as he tried to twist out from under Mobius, “Now would you please let me g-OH! NO. Mobius… no”, he writhed as a hand pinched at his side before it hovered menacingly over his ribs.

“No? You don’t want me to do this?”, he asked, dropping his hand momentarily, “Then fight me. I know you can. You could kill me right now if you wanted. There’s no reason you can’t get away from a few little tickles”.

Loki shook his head, “No, Mobius. I-I’ll hurt you, I won’t-”

Mobius laughed at the pitiful argument Loki was rambling out, “Ahh, I knew it.”

Loki swallowed nervously but he held up his defensive demeanor.

“You like it, Loki! Just admit it!”.

The God of Mischief huffed again, “I don’t. You’re crazy.”

Mobius smiled fondly, “I’ll get a verbal confession one day. For now, the unnatural red coloring of your… well your everything from your ears to your neck is enough of a confession”.

Loki stayed quiet, practically pouting at Mobius.

“Now”, Mobius said, lifting his hand once again, “Shall we get started?”

The trickster was mad. Yes. Mad. That was the word.

The word for when you’re laying underneath your best friend while his hand hovers menacingly over your ribs and you unsuccessfully attempt to bite back a nervous smile?

Yeah. Mad works.

“You know, Loki…”, Mobius started, his hand slowly descending towards Loki with wiggling fingers, “There’s one game a lot of people play, usually with their children and what not”.

Loki didn’t know where this was going, but he didn’t know that he wanted to as he stared at Mobius’s wriggly, clawing hand, anticipatory giggles bubbling in his chest.

“Maybe your older brother showed it to you, or possibly even your mom when you were much younger. Surely you’ve heard of it?”

Loki threw his head back and gritted his teeth when Mobius’s hand got close enough that it was just grazing the side of his ribs over his shirt, “Oh my God, whahat is it, Mobius?”, he wasn’t able to take much more of the anticipation.

Mobius smirked at him, “Someone’s excited to get started I guess”, he teased, pinching his ribs suddenly, just enough to make him yelp and tense his muscles, “Well, since you’re so eager, I guess I can go ahead and tell you, yeah? Yeah”.

Mobius placed his hand gently on Loki, leaning down close enough to the God that he could feel the anticipation and nervousness radiating off of him, “It’s a game that involves… a creature of sorts”.

Loki groaned as he tugged at his hands once more, just to test the waters, but the palm resting on his ribs suddenly became fingertips digging into the bones, “For fuhuhuck’s sake, Mobius, please, I’m nohohot a child”.

Mobius shrugged, “Well”, he said, his tone close to a whisper, “Nobody’s ever too old for the tickle monster”.

Loki couldn’t stop himself. He felt so warm inside. He was giggling and squirming and smiling like a fool as Mobius tiptoed two fingers up from his ribs to his armpit, where he opted to stay, circling just one finger around the hollow.

“Ihihihi hahahate you”, his face was, as Mobius said, unnaturally red as he tried to spit insults out through his laughter.

He couldn’t believe it.

He was loving this. The playfulness. The sensation. The warmth… and he couldn’t even bring himself to be in denial (at least not in his own mind. He’d never admit it to anyone else. Ever. He would deny it aloud until the day he died).

He writhed and giggled while Mobius teased his underarm, trying to curl his knees up to his chest and kneeing Mobius in the back.

Mobius jolted a bit and his hand stilled.

Loki froze, his eyes widening in pure fear,

“M-Mobius, wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, you were… well, it was, it-”

Mobius cut him off, “If there’s one thing I know about my dear creature friend, it’s that he does not like to be hit, Loki”.

Loki tapped his foot nervously and very impatiently as he waited for the inevitable. His nerves were already crawling.

It just wasn’t fair. Mobius knew he was just making the trickster wait for what he wanted.

“If I remember correctly”, Mobius started as he sat up a bit, tugging Loki’s brown slacks down on his hips just a bit to untuck his white shirt easier, “This was a bad spot”, he said it almost as if it was a question, slipping a hand underneath the fabric to tease at the bare skin.

Loki held his breath, shaking his head at the agent, “You’re delusional”, he said, his voice pitched much higher than usual due to the pure anticipation running through his body.

“Oh, I’m delusional?”, Mobius asked rhetorically, “So what about this?”, he said, moving his hand to scratch slowly and teasingly at one side of Loki’s abdomen, “This doesn’t tickle?”

Loki yelped, biting his lip and letting his head fall back as he fought to suppress all the laughter that wanted so desperately to fall from his lips. He shook his head, unable to speak without his words falling apart and breaking into giggles.

Mobius laughed, shaking his head a bit at his very flustered friend, “You just keep exposing yourself, Loki. What do you expect to happen when you lie to me about it- Actually, don’t answer that. I already know what you expect, and I know what you want”.

Loki glared daggers into Mobius, or he tried to; he wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping eye contact or… looking in Mobius’s general direction.

Fingertips traced and teased around his tense abdomen, the touch so light it was similar to that of a feather. He couldn’t help it. He just had to reply, “You ahahare the wohorst friehehehend!”

Mobius huffed out a small laugh, knowing Loki certainly didn’t mean that at all, “Oh come on. You love me!”, he said, tightening his grip on Loki’s hands as he started pinching and squeezing at his sides, “And don’t lie, I know you love the tickle monster too, but, I admit, I will be a little hurt if you start to like him more than me”.

Loki squealed and squirmed and arched his back while Mobius chose to skitter his fingers around the sensitive skin right below his rib cage, “I- Ihihihi don’t like ehehehither ohohohof you, you big ohohoaf!”.

Mobius faked a pout, “Aww, well that’s just not nice. That’s no way to talk to a friend- or two friends. Especially not in this position!”.

Loki shrieked as Mobius’s hand jumped from his rib to underneath his arm in an instant, testing a spot he’d never really tickled before.

The reaction was very rewarding. The noise that escaped from Loki was hilarious as the god arched and squirmed and pulled at his arms, “OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHODS, MOHOHOBIUS, NOHOHOHOHO!”

Mobius was shocked, but he continued to dig into the sensitive hollow, “No, Loki. Oh MY God- Gods? Whatever, this is the best! I mean… you are a god! And this is certainly not the weakness I expected from you”.

Loki tried to growl between his cackles but it was just coming out as a noise that seemed very confused in itself and what it wanted to be, as it was a mixture of deep belly laughter and an angry cat.

Mobius swapped methods, wanting to know which would tickle the most as he started spidering in and around the hollow gently and quickly, rather than digging in harshly.

The reaction was instantaneous. Loki’s eyes widened as the sensation worsened, the muscles in his arms burning as he ached to protect himself, “OH FUHUHUHUCK YOU! NAHAHAHAHA, QUIHIHIHIT IHIHIT!”

Mobius gasped, still clawing and skittering away at the sensitive skin, “You are so foul mouthed today! What has gotten into you?”

He stopped for a moment and Loki gathered himself, already having prepared a snarky comment, “Well”, he breathed out heavily, “Nothing that I’m aware of but there is a vertically challenged PLATINUM BLOND DEMON ATOP ME AT THIS MOMENT”.

Mobius scowled, “Okay, first of all, I am 5’11, thank you very much. I won’t take criticism from you. The word giant is in your title, alright… knock off Avatar? Second, it’s not platinum. It’s grey”.

Loki’s expression certainly externalized his sense of confusion, “Avatar- Never mind. I don’t care enough to know. You are short.”

Mobius narrowed his eyes, pushing Loki’s wrists down with a little more pressure and tightening his grip around them, “Loki, you’re so incredibly ticklish that I almost feel bad for doing this to you… but after that, I think I’ll enjoy it quite a bit.”

Loki swallowed nervously, realizing just how much trouble he was in as he looked up at Mobius with wide puppy dog eyes.

“There’s only one way to get me to stop now”, he spoke, his tone quiet but stern, “It ends when you admit that this was what you wanted in the first place”.

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“Oh… fuck”.

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Yes! We end with a cliffhanger and also, the idea of Mobius trying to fight a child (and losing) was hilarious to me, so enjoy that.

And don’t worry. There will definitely be a fic to fill in the blanks at the end of this one.

#tickling #marvel tickles #avenger tickles #tickle community #tickles #tickle fic #lokius tickles #loki is ticklish #ticklish loki #lee!loki #sfw tickling community #sfw tickles

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tickle-fight-club · 3 years

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ohh my god i am so late with these pride requests but im finally done!! thank you again to everyone who sent a request <3

btw i do have a ko-fi as well!

#to the anon who requested that i draw one of my favorite ships: i love you #i was gonna draw lokius but i think i'll save that for its own post hehhee #vocaloid #boku no hero academia #supernatural #holly scribbles #tickle art

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ghoulaxyart · 2 years

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oxmelsa · 3 years

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(a/n): Mobius has made the list into top fav characters. Owen Wilson is just *chefs kiss*. enjoy this little ficlet... to be continued...? :-)

It’s hard to get a read on Loki’s boundaries.

Mobius is a friendly guy, what can he say-- little pokes and pats here and there tend to loosen people up, get them open, get them talking. He’s no chatty Kathy, that’s for sure, but it’s nice to be able to maneuver socializations with some semblance of grace, and even nicer to smooth it over with a good ol’ pat to the back. But Loki isn’t exactly open to the idea of touch, which honestly isn’t that surprising to literally anyone, and that can often lead to little awkward moments here and there where Mobius has to remind himself to take a step back and take it one conversation at a time.

...But. It’s just. Loki has this killer sense of humor, right, and he’s charming and intelligent and conversation comes so easy that it’s incredibly difficult to remember to keep himself reined in. To take it one conversation at a time. It’s dizzying to be the only one in the entire department who can elicit positive responses from Loki, God of Mischief (and yeah, okay, sue him if he has a little bit of a massive, interruptive crush). Ravonna had told him going into this case, after all that he had a soft spot for broken things, but Mobius likes to think of it as more than that. Mobius just likes to think that he can give good things to people. That he can do something as simple as touch, and that it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Everyone’s already gone to bed, now, but he’s perched in the library, restless and twitching for something to do. To contribute to. The stacks of files mock him from his cubicle, even from so far away, but hell if he wants to touch that thing with a ten foot pole. The sight of another manila folder right now might actually be the thing to drive him over the edge and prune himself, for Pete’s sake.

“Insomniatic, are we?” comes a familiar voice.

“Hm,” Mobius sighs. He doesn’t turn to face him yet. “Pot meet kettle.”

“I haven’t the foggiest what that means.”

Mobius glances over, then, and can’t help but smile a little. “Hey there, Loki.”

“Evening,” Loki says, curtly. His hands are clasped behind his back. “Or, morning, more like.”

“Time doesn’t really work like that--”

“--down in the TVA, I know.” Loki sits down with an impatient huff; one that Mobius knows well, now. “I’m beginning to suspect the ‘T’ in ‘TVA’ might stand for ‘tedious’.”

Mobius chuckles, takes the bait. “And the ‘V’?”

“‘Vendetta,’ obviously.”

“‘Obviously’,” Mobius repeats, mimicking Loki’s posh accent. It’s a terrible impression, but it gets a smile/grimace out of Loki, so it counts for something. He adds, “Vendettas sound more like your area, pal.”

Loki rolls his eyes. “Vendettas are for children.”

“F’course they are,” he murmurs, feeling the affection within him swell to proportions that threaten to burst. Loki glances over at him, looking wary, and Mobius holds his gaze, smiling, warm and fuzzy and everything all nice. “What’re you doing up, anyway? Looking for something to corrupt?”

Loki leans forwards to rest his forearms on his knees, staring straight ahead. “Looks like I found my target.”

Mobius barks a genuine laugh, one that seems to startle the other. “You couldn’t corrupt me if you tried.”

Loki turns to smile thinly. “You underestimate me,” he says.

“Nah.” He has a glint in his eye, now, he just knows it. “I think you underestimate me, though.”

“I don’t plan on making it a habit,” Loki admits, breaking their gaze. Mobius grins, reaches out to prod him in the ribs--

Quick as lightning, Loki’s hand snaps up to intercept the contact, gripping Mobius’ index finger with the kind of furious strength that frankly isn’t needed. Show off.

Interestingly enough, beneath all that anger and fanfare, Loki looks caught out, like he’s just played his cards at the wrong time.

...Oh.

Oh.

A ticklish show off.

“Touch me again without warning and I will tear you limb from limb,” he hisses, all sharp teeth and dark eyes. The effect is undermined when he begins to try to scoot away on the library bench, hand still clamped around Mobius’ offending finger.

“Ho-ly shit,” Mobius gapes, and he knows his genuine delight in the face of Loki’s fury is thick in his voice when he continues, incredulous, “You’re ticklish?”

“What?” Loki squints. His grip around Mobius’ finger tightens, and he looks like he knows he’s fucked. Oh, this is good. “No.”

“Yes!” Mobius laughs, bouncing his legs up and down in pure, uncontained glee. This is the best damn thing to have happened since sliced bread, honestly, might even top the invention of motorized vehicles. “Yes, you totally are!”

The beginnings of a flush of shame are beginning to creep up Loki’s neck, curling him inwards and away from Mobius’ obvious, blatant delight in such a humiliating discovery. But hell, if that ain't just the darndest thing-- Loki, God of Mischief, friend of fuckin’ Mobius, ticklish.

“This is just-- oh, this is gold. You know I can’t just let this one slide, right?” he grins. Loki eyes his trapped finger with mounting dread. “You know I have to investigate, as an analyst.”

Loki sputters, fighting for purchase. “Mobius-- no-- if you even think about touching me I will--”

“You’re fighting a losing battle here, friend,” Mobius chuckles, and even quicker than lightning, strikes with his free hand.

Everything on Loki is lean and pale and very accessible through the polyester and denim TVA prisoner uniform-- Mobius’ hand finds home in the shape of a claw at Loki’s ribs, and Loki, holy hell, Loki.

He bucks.

“Oh, shit--” Mobius grunts, nerves alight with glee as he tries to chase the wriggling fish of a man with his hand--

“LET GO OF ME,” Loki bellows, wiggling like one of those pretty hula ornaments. “YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER IMBECILIC CHILD, LET GO--”

“Keep your voice down, Hollering Hank, you’ll wake the whole unit up,” Mobius chides, grinning like a little boy on Christmas. He jabs quickly at Loki’s sides as he says it, and Loki’s legs spasm upwards with it.

“Mobius--”

“I’m barely even trying to fight you, here!” Mobius laughs, trying in vain to free his other hand from Loki’s grip as he chases more spasmic reactions, maybe even laughter if he could get in there for long en--

“Oof,” he says instead, upon receiving the gift of Loki’s fist to the sternum.

He immediately flies backwards, sliding with emphasis to the other side of the bench; Loki is standing up in a flash, crimson as the dawn. Now ain’t that something, he thinks, coughing around the empty space in his lungs.

“You are pathetic,” he spits, dusting off his clothing. “A child.”

“You just punched me!” Mobius protests, laughing breathlessly.

“It was self-defense!” he cries. “A warranted attack!”

“You’re a... warranted attack,” Mobius retorts cleverly, preoccupied with staring at the flush set high on Loki’s cheekbones, visible in the darkness of the library. “...You’re also blushing like a bride.”

“Oh, fuck off, will you,” Loki groans, turning on his heel (drama queen that he is).

“C’mon, now, Loki,” Mobius calls after him with a laugh as he marches away, head held high. “It’s just a little tickling!” Loki offers no retort, but Mobius likes to imagine that he can see the tips of his ears go pink, then, too.

S’not the end of the world, after all.

#mine #fic #tickles #lokius #ticklish!loki #loki series #mcu

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tickle-bugs · 3 years

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Time and Time Again

Summary: Mobius knows everything about Loki. It makes him a great analyst, a ruthless interrogator, and a crafty, mischievous bastard. Loki’s a little proud.

Edit: Now with a loose sequel, In Fond Memory, that’s just as ridiculous and covers the origin story of Loki’s eigth rib.

Spoilers for Loki up until episode 4! Do not tag this as Th*rki.

To cut himself some slack, Loki’d been far too furious at their first meeting to process Mobius’s subtle threat. Or his audacity.

“You know nothing about me.”

“Au contraire, my stabby friend. I’m somewhat of a Loki expert around here.”

“Let’s see. Loki Laufeyson, a Jötunn raised on Asgard, one of the black sheeps of the family but not quite the worst.” Mobius slapped open an absurdly thick file and thumbed through it.

“Any fool with a textbook would know--”

“You hate spinach with a passion--it leaves a weird film on your teeth and the texture drives you nuts. You pretend to hate dogs but you love ‘em, you’re actually just scared of cats. You’re stupid ticklish on your--” Mobius squinted at him-- “eighth rib on the right side, though I’ll admit I don’t know why. You have a raging sweet tooth, you love acting—no surprise there--”

“Enough,” Loki scoffed, pushing down sharp flares of fear.

“I know you, Loki. Inside and out. I’m interested in you telling me what I don’t know.” Mobius leaned on the table, crowding lightly into Loki’s personal space.

“I’m going to burn this place to the ground with you in it,” Loki snarled, and if he’d had his knives, Mobius would’ve been a pin cushion.

“Feisty. I like it. I have a feeling that you and I are gonna get along swimmingly.” He poked Loki in the chest with his pen a few times. The last touch caught more ribs than chest and Loki swatted the pen across the room.

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Again, in the library. This one should’ve been more obvious, but he blamed the nap.

Loki didn’t know when he’d drifted off, but the warm pliancy of rest made him believe it’d been a few hours. He was riding the upward crest of his nap, head poking just above the surface of sleep, and the world around him came to him in muffled, warbly waves. He shifted slightly, willing himself back down into the depths, because he was having a rather lovely dream--

Something scratched along his ribs and he jumped, slamming his knees into the table. Awareness flooded his brain and lungs as he processed his surroundings.

Library, right. Variant hunting. Time salad.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare ya. I found somethin’.” Mobius retracted his hand. His grin was nowhere near apologetic.

‘What did you find?” Loki cleared his throat.

“Is it really that bad?” He chuckled, scratching one gentle finger over the spot. Loki twisted in his chair and giggled, bright and bubbly and embarrassing. Mobius’s eyes lit up.

“Mobius.” Loki’s cheeks burned pink.

“Alright, alright. I’m gonna find out one day, though.” That easy, practiced smile bloomed over his face, like throwing a tablecloth over the very obvious shape of a dark, burning curiosity.

“What did you find?” Loki leaned forward, shielding his ribs with the table.

………………………………...

Of all the warnings, the Time Cell should have been the greatest.

After countless slap-and-kick combos, Loki’d taken to lying down on the ground, cheek to the cool pavement. It was better this way--Sif wouldn’t spend the effort hauling him up, she’d just kick his thigh and stomp on his back as she recited her ‘you’ll always be alone’ speech. Though his pride wept at the thought of her bootprint on his shirt, his balls were rather relieved to be protected from more Asgardian bronze kicks.

He’d started to fall asleep between passes, which was kinda nice--it probably meant he was getting close to passing out, but a nap sounded heavenly to his aching muscles. Sif’s next kick barely fazed him--he grunted and slapped at her ankle as she gave her speech and stomped away. He could do this for a few more forevers.

Two hands grabbed at him from behind, wiggling into his sides, and wow, what a wake-up call. Literally. He’d never sleep again.

Air surged into his lungs and startled, high-pitched giggles burst out of him before he could form the thought to stop them. He curled up and hugged his torso, slapping away pinchy hands, and when he finally opened his eyes—

“...Thor?” Loki pushed himself up on his elbows. He was no longer in the courtyard, but in his bed within the palace, surrounded by the fine furs and silken green sheets that he’d so vainly curated as he grew up.

His brother looked a bit younger, a bit livelier. His hair fell freely around his shoulders and face, brushing the silver of his armor, and the amount of memories that had started like this, with Thor grinning over him with an idea for a prank, was absurd.

But Thor wasn’t smiling.

“You have something of mine.” Thor yanked him forward by the ankle and hovered wiggling fingers above Loki’s stomach. “You will give it back, whether or not I have to drag it out of you.”

Oh. Oh no. It was this memory. Shit.

“Where’s my cape?” Thor didn’t let him answer, just clawed into his stomach until he shook with desperate laughter. He tried to crawl away but Thor flipped him over and pulled him back, vibrating fingers into the sides of his stomach until his elbows and resolve gave out.

“Thor, waihihit!” His voice spiked into nose-scrunched, squeaky octaves before plummeting back down. He brought his knees to his chest, trying to keep Thor’s hands away, but that had never worked and never would.

“Wait? Mm, I don’t think so.” Thor slammed one of Loki’s knees down onto the bed and held it there, scribbling his fingers across and around the cap, and Loki made a noise like a dying car engine.

“I don’t have it!” He couldn’t for the life of him remember where he’d put the cape--he usually stole it to use as a blanket, knowing full well Thor wouldn’t wake him to get it back, but it was well and truly gone now.

“I suppose you should find it then.” Thor pressed his thumb into his thigh, just beneath the crease of his hip, and Loki’s leg flew out on instinct. His heel connected with Thor’s jaw and he grunted, barely fazed, but the look in his eyes--

Uh oh.

“Wait! I’m sorry, really! You know that spot is--c’mon--Thohohor!”

“First, you steal my things, next you kick me?” Thor growled, pinching his way back up Loki’s thigh, back to that accursed spot. He felt like a live wire. His brain’s panic alarms kept spiraling as all calls to his defensive magic failed. He so would’ve turned Thor into a hamster—no, wait, a frog.

“I didn’t mean tohoho!” Loki covered his face, giggling vehemently into the heels of his hands. His own sincerity surprised him. He really...didn’t want to hurt Thor. Especially this one, in this strange, false second chance. Even through his mirth-squinted eyes, he could see his own lock of hair plaited proudly into Thor’s, tucked behind his ear for safety. Loki’s plait hid deep within his curls--the golden streak used to make him sick. Now, writhing under Thor’s hands? He wished he’d shown it off more.

Thor had never let him get away, not really. No matter how hard Loki shoved, unshakeable Thor stayed by his side. The last loved one standing.

His laughter sounded foreign to his ears, but he let it happen. This was beyond embarrassing, sure, but it wouldn’t kill him. He’d take this over the Sif loop any day. Especially if it made this last. Especially...especially if it kept Thor smiling like that.

“Where. Is. It?” Thor punctuated each pause with a squeeze into the muscle of his thigh and Loki shrieked in earnest, rocketing into cackles that quickly fell silent, then crescendoed back into fullness. Thor’s stupid meaty hands followed him everywhere. Each squeeze was a jolting shock directly to the brain, chasing away his coordination away from the controls with wet towel snaps to the hip. He had to do something and quickly, because oh no, Thor was looking for the nasty little spot just above the back of his knee, and that might actually kill him. He didn’t want to know what would happen if he died in a TVA cell. With his luck, Mobius would orchestrate his Purgatory too.

“I-I’ll tell you!” Loki grabbed at Thor’s wrists and pulled, chest heaving and fluttering with little giggles. Thor’s fingers slowed, resting forebodingly on his thigh in an inner-outer death grip that would absolutely send him straight to Valhalla, should his answer not satisfy. He swallowed nervously, calling upon all the pleading tactics that Thor used to cave to in their youth.

Hopefully the puppydog eyes would still work.

“Don’t be mad--” He ran a hand through his hair to tame it-- “But you can’t have your cape back. It’s on loan.”

“Loki.”

They no longer worked. Great.

“Nono, pleahahase!”

“Where is it?” Thor’s fingers massaged deep into his thigh, then into his calf, and Loki nearly kicked Thor again.

“I don’t know!” He slammed his head back into the mattress, arched spine at risk of snapping. He cackled himself into silence.

“Maybe I can jog your memory.” Thor moved his hands to hover just above Loki’s ribs.

“No! No, wait. It’s not what you think.” Loki’s lungs entered a panicky cycle of giggles and quick breaths as he stared at Thor’s hands.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

“There was a boy…at the market. He was cold--I’d never seen a child so frail. The guards wouldn’t let me bring him to the palace without alerting Father, so…” The memory came to him slowly, warmly, and he huffed. Feeling so loathed and alone himself yet seeing a child—a child—suffer worse? The fury he’d unleashed that day had fundamentally altered him and Asgard’s court—he personally prowled the rundown sectors and brought food and blankets for the poor, and a section of the throne room was still frozen solid to this day from his outburst about Odin’s callousness.

“You gave him my cape?”

“He wouldn’t stop gushing about you. At the time, I figured some merchandise would shut him up.” He shrugged. He hoped the boy was alright.

“You have a soft center after all.” Thor poked Loki’s stomach. Loki swatted him away.

“No, I don’t.”

“Sure.”

“I don’t.”

“Mhm.”

“I do not have a soft center. I was tired of his incessant yapping.” Loki stood, crossing his arms. He tried to stare Thor down—tried being the key word.

“Of course, yes.” Thor grinned.

“Thor.”

“No one’s arguing with you! I completely agree.” Thor shoved him back onto the bed by his shoulder. Loki laughed as he bounced.

“Hey, Thor?”

“Yes, Loki?” His tone was slightly mocking, but no malice rested in his eyes.

“You’re...I…” Loki sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t ever change.”

“Whatever you say, brother.” Thor smiled, disappearing into the corridor outside Loki’s bedchamber.

“Well, wasn’t that sweet? I thought you hated him.” Mobius strolled in, hands on his hips. Loki jumped to his feet, hands twitching at his sides on instinct. He couldn’t summon his magic, he knew, but it was worth the try.

“Let me out.”

“I was really banking on your pride kickin’ in back there, but I guess Thor was right. You do have a soft center, under all the lying and backstabbing.” Mobius put his hands in his pockets, all smug posturing, and Loki forced the bubbling levity within him back into its proper cage.

“I do not.”

“Newsflash: it doesn't matter. I’m gonna get what I want from you, one way or another.” Mobius cracked his knuckles, and Loki grinned savagely. Pain, he could handle. There was nothing Mobius could do to him to get to him, especially if he was so desperate as to stoop this low. Mobius was petty, crafty, just as much of a cockroach as Loki, but he wasn’t a killer.

“Do your worst. We shall see which of us stands victorious, but it will be me.”

“Okay, tough guy. You wanna dance? Let’s dance.” Mobius shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over one of the chairs in his room. He did some stretches, dramatic as ever, and Loki snorted.

All humor fled him when Mobius approached, fingers wiggling, a sinister grin on his lips. Loki backed away, hands raised, as Death breathed down his neck. His nerves fluttered at the promise of the one thing that would never fail to undo him.

He really couldn’t catch a break, huh?

“Wh--no. What? Nonono, please--“

A foreboding beep! sealed his fate. His body came to a shuddering crawl as the TVA collar shoved him deep into a quicksand pocket of time. He watched Mobius pace up to him, taking the time to boop his nose like the folksy dope he was.

“Remember this lil doodad? You’re gonna feel everything, real time, and I barely have to lift a finger. Real nifty.” He pocketed the golden controller with a smile. “Now, where to start? I’d ask you for suggestions, but you seem busy.”

Mobius flexed his fingers like he was preparing for a concerto, then played his opening note: smooth, dextrous flutters across his neck. Loki wanted to crawl out of his skin--he tried to, actually--but he was stuck fast. His very thoughts moved like molasses, impulses crawling through the sludge of time to reach his brain. Squeaky, choked giggles spooled back into his mind, lacking any other outlet, and drowned out rational thought.

In his mind’s eye, he was up against the wall with his shoulders shoved up to his ears. In his present hell, he hadn’t even finished scrunching from the first tickle yet. Mobius kept jumping between sides, herding his time-dampened form like a tortoise across the road.

“Alright, let’s speed you up. This is a bit much.” Mobius twirled the dial on his control and the grip of time loosened slightly. He was still wading up a rushing river, but at least he could fight the currents now. He managed to bring his elbow down in time to block Mobius from getting a hand under his arm, but he could only watch as Mobius grabbed a handful of his other side. It was almost worse like this, knowing that he could defend himself, but not in a way that mattered.

“Oh, nearly forgot! There’s another mode I like. You’re gonna love it.” Mobius grinned. Another ominous beep! and Loki dropped back into the normal flow of time, shoulders shaking with residual laughter. Something about Mobius’s visage shifted, a slight flash that he didn’t quite register, and he furrowed his brow as his chuckles petered out.

Loki was hit with the most unbearable tickle of his life, all within a split second. Invisible hands attached to his sides and squeezed, thumbs pressing deep into the slight dip of his waist, and his arms snapped down. Rapid-fire pinches covered his stomach at a machine gun’s pace, then zipped back up his sides. He gripped the bedpost nearest to him like a lifeline.

“What--”

The attack came again, stronger this time, and he crumpled to his knees.

“Your laugh is cute. Not very godlike, though. I’d expect something more from the chest, y’know, like a ‘ha ha!’ Somethin’ like Thor’s laugh. But yours is cute. You’re all squeaky.” Mobius flashed again and Loki caught it this time: a slight warp in the space where he was previously standing.

“What are you doing!--stop it!” Loki’s breath caught and little snorts marched out among the toe-curling giggles wracking his body. A flurry of pokes up his side sent him keeling over, hair splayed in a messy halo, and he curled like a pillbug on the floor. An earnest coo floated from somewhere above him.

“Neat, right? I can slow you down, I can speed myself up--seems like the only thing I can’t get you to do is tell the truth.” Mobius crouched in front of him and poked his stomach, then his sides, then his ribs, and something between a growl and a yelp burst forth from his chest.

“Don’t touch me.” Loki slapped at his hands, glaring daggers through his soul. Mobius fixed him with something akin to light pity. A playful, panicky flutter started up in his chest at that.

“I told you I was gonna figure out that rib, didn’t I? Unlike you, I make good on my promises. Stay still.” Mobius winked.

Nevermind, this was the most intolerable tickle of his life, and it was in real time.

Where Thor was clumsy and unfocused, occupied by a petty sibling squabble, Mobius was curious. His fingers--deadly accurate in their strokes--investigated every crevice of his ribcage like a critic appraising an artwork.

“It was number eight, right? On the right side? One, two, three--” He started scratching, quick and ruthless, up the ladder of his ribs. The weak link of the bunch seemed to glow golden beneath his skin, advertising itself as the perfect target to Mobius’s hungry hands.

The rib was a gift from a jealous ex, a sorcerer who’d bestowed him with an Achilles heel among godly durability in hopes the bone would snap and puncture a lung. The worst it’d done thus far was make him laugh so hard that he feared for his quasi-immortal life. It was ridiculous, really, that his ex got to win in such an absurd manner.

And Mobius had warned him, plain as day. He’d practically advertised in neon that he wanted to figure out the rib. Only Thor and Frigga knew about it, no one else, yet Mobius had it written down in a file. The memory of his arrival came back to him, then the moment in the library, and a broken groan filtered out between peals of cackling. He was never going to live this down.

Mobius’s barely-there touch had his diaphragm spasming in alarm and desperate, tumbling laughter. He wasn’t budging from that one spot, that stupid proverbial high ground that he had over the God of Mischief himself, and it tickled, it tickled, it tickled—

“This is fun for me and all, but I’m fresh outta patience and mercy,” Mobius growled, “Start talking.”

“M-Mob—“

“You can do it, sound it out.”

“Nohoho,” Loki whined, gripping his wrists. He couldn’t organize the scramble of his thoughts into anything coherent even if he wanted to.

“Yes,” Mobius mocked, hooking his fingers behind Loki’s knee.

“A-Alright, I—shihihit!” Loki tried to shove him away with his foot but Mobius pinned his leg down, keeping his knee taut for gentle scratches behind it. He squealed, free limbs flailing wildly, and Mobius laughed.

“The TVA is lying to you,” He gasped, all in one tumbling breath. They stared at each other for a long moment. Loki tried the puppydog eyes again.

“Oh, okay, so we’re still lying. Nice to see you’re staying on brand.” Mobius wormed his hands beneath Loki’s arms and he yelped, heels scrabbling for pointless purchase.

“We’re running o-out of time!” Loki choked, twirling Mobius’s tie around his wrist to yank him closer. Mobius simply fluttered his fingers across Loki’s forearm until he squeaked and recoiled.

“We have all the time in the world, Loki.” Mobius beamed at him and Loki found himself utterly breathless at the sight. The fated return of Mobius’s fingers to his ribs certainly didn’t help, though. Especially when he started grating his knuckles over the bones like a cheap xylophone.

“I wonder how long it’d take for a god to die of laughter. Now either you start talking, or I find out, and I don’t think you want that on your tombstone.” Mobius let his hands drift up and down Loki’s ribs, chuckling at the comical pitch in desperation every time his hands went back up.

“Okay! I’ll talk! Ihihi--Mobius, pleahahase, I can’t--” Mobius kept twitching his fingers between Loki’s pleas and arcing lightning directly through his nerves. He turned over but Mobius flipped him back, pressing his fingers in again, and tears glittered at the corners of his eyes.

“A Loki, begging? I never thought I’d see the day.” Mobius tapped along the rib in nonsensical patterns and Loki jolted violently at every impact. He put a revenge plot to simmer in the back of his mind. Mobius was in for it now. Loki was going to ruin him.

“No mohore, please--”

“Alright, alright.” Mobius stood, brushed himself off, and offered Loki a hand. He scritched at Loki’s palm as he rose and Loki giggled sweetly before dropping into a glare.

“I hate you,” Loki huffed, fluffing his hair back into some semblance of order. He waited until Mobius looked away to swipe away a few mirthful tears. Mobius smiled at him—that same warm smile that had Loki believing that maybe, hopefully he cared—and wiped some schmutz off of his cheek.

“Yeah, well, if you’re lyin’ to me, you’re about to hate me even more. Let’s talk.” Mobius beckoned him with a sweeping gesture as the exit to the Time Cell reopened.

#my fics #bug’s greatest hits #loki #ticklish!loki #Loki Laufeyson #mobius m mobius #thor odinson #marvel #lokius #tagging this as lokius is fine (i did hint at it after all) but do NOT tag this as Th*rki. dont. do not.#hope y'all like this! im very proud of mobius's dialogue #and the bit with thor! ive never written him before #can officially check interrogation tickles off the bucket list #certainly not the most intense thing i could do with the trope but tbh i dont want to get cancelled on tumblr dot com #i am rambling again lmao let me shut up

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bebx · 2 years

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Hello! For the Lokius reaction thing, I wondered: "How would Loki react to Mobius shaving his moustache?"

I’ve always wanted to write a Lokius mustache headcanon!

Loki has actually been (not-so) secretly waiting for the day Mobius shaves, not because he doesn’t like the mustache or because he thinks Mobius isn’t handsome with a mustache (that is absolutely not the case) but because he’s so full of curiosity, since he was a kid. And ever since Loki learns no one at The TVA — not even Ravonna — has ever seen a clean shaven Mobius before, somehow that doubles the curiosity in him. Thus he always persuades, using that silver tongue of his to try to convince Mobius into agreeing to shave.

Loki pulls the “I’ll be a good boy” card with a mixture of puppy dog and seductive eyes, seating nicely on Mobius’s lap, but Mobius is just as stubborn.

After the “I’ll be a good boy” card didn’t work, he makes an attempt to shave that mustache off of Mobius’s face when Mobius is asleep. Keyboard; ‘attempt’ — for Loki underestimates Mobius. He should’ve known by now, after so many nights together, Mobius is not some old, heavy sleeper man Loki may have liked to think he is. So the night understandably ends in a not-actually-really-grumpy Loki handcuffed to the bed, and a mustached Mobius having the pleasure of teaching Loki his well-deserved lesson about trying to mess with a man’s mustache in his sleep.

But when the day comes when Mobius finally, finally decides to shave, he simply comes home one day with a clean shaven face and he acts nonchalant about it like nothing’s out of ordinary whatsoever. And he has the nerve to ask Loki what is wrong, with a nonchalant expression, when Loki stops what he’s been doing and just stands there, stunned, looking at Mobius like he’s growing a second head or something.

(Mobius knows actually what’s going on; he can barely contain his laughing seeing Loki’s face right now, because Loki looks precisely like a dear caught in headlights, it’s so very amusing, especially when it’s so hard to get this reaction out of the mischievous Loki. As a matter of fact, this is the sole reason why Mobius decided to shave, just so he could see Loki’s face.)

Loki’s rarely ever speechless — always talking so much — but right now he’s at a loss for words. Not in a bad way but in a he’s-too-shocked-to-speak way; it’s like when you get a new haircut and your dog doesn’t recognize you so he keeps staring at you like that.

But after the surprise fades away, a grin creeps up Loki’s entire face and he can’t possibly be any faster to jump at Mobius and send both of them onto the nearby couch, straddling his lap and crashing Mobius’s lips with his. It feels almost weird to not feel that itchy, tickling sensation of Mobius’s mustache on his skin, but a clean shaven Mobius is also extremely very sexy, and as much as Mobius-with-a-mustache was a turn on for Loki, (even if Loki never tells Mobius that) Mobius-with-no-mustache is still a turn on, just in a slightly different way.

And Loki knows it won’t take him long to get used to this new look of his boyfriend.

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fluffomatic · 3 years

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Could i request cuddly tickles for lee loki? It could be mobius spooning him or so. I've had an emotional breaking day and love to see cuddles or cuddly tickles. If not i completely understand

Oooh an excuse to draw a pic related to @lokust 's fic he wrote for me??? Hell yeah! Sleepy cuddly lokius tickles!! Thanks for the asks! And thanks for lokust for writing amazing fics! Please go follow them!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

#my art #my artwork #tickle #tickling #tickles #tickle art #lee!loki #ticklish!loki #ler!mobius #l/okius tickles #just wanna point out #tva pajamas #i love them #and now I want a set lol #romantic tickles #sfw tickles

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aeterna---amantes · 3 years

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//But what if we had a Lokius kiss and Loki chuckles afterwards and Mobius asks him 'what?' totally confused and Loki's just:

"Your mustache is tickling me."

🥺

"Do it again."

#ooc #Loki #Loki spoilers #spoilers #Mobius #Lokius #idea tag

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mimisempai · 2 years

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Fifty shades of Lokius Kisses - 13/50

Mobius works too much and once again Loki is there to take care of him...

Prompt #13: Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

Prompts list : here

On AO3

Rating G - 300

Fanart used for the cover by @rins-love-wins

Mobius realized that he had just read the same paragraph of the mission report he was to validate three times.

He leaned back in his office chair, then put his head back and closed his eyes.

"Just a few seconds..."

Moments later, he was awakened by a tickling sensation on his face. Still half asleep, he waved his hand over his face and was fully awakened by a soft chuckle near his ear.

He opened his eyes and saw the smiling face of Loki above him.

"Hello there!"

"How long was I asleep?"

"Well... I've been here for an hour."

Mobius stretched and Loki took the opportunity to sit astride his lap.

"Loki... I still have all these reports to sign..." sighed Mobius.

Loki turned to the desk and asked, looking innocent, "What reports?"

Mobius saw the stack of files neatly tucked to the side of his desk and pointed to it, "Those."

Loki wrapped his arms around his neck and replied, "Nope, they are all read and signed by Director Mobius."

Mobius looked at him confused and Loki simply replied, "With magic, counterfeiting a signature is just child's play."

Mobius, still tired, did not even have the strength to scold Loki for this transgression.

Loki, bringing his face closer, whispered, "As for you, it's time you got some rest."

He pressed light kisses on Mobius' cheeks. Again and again. Mobius recognized the tickle that had awakened him just before. He closed his eyes, leaning into Loki's hands around his neck.

"That's it Love, you only have to let go and enjoy."

Mobius closed his eyes, completely feeling the soft brushes of Loki's lips against his skin. Like a myriad of light butterflies that still left their imprint on his face.

Like Loki had left his imprint in Mobius' heart.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Lokius drabbles collection : here

#lokius fics #lokius #loki series #loki #mobius m. mobius #moki #wowki #lokius rights #lokius forever #loki x mobius #fluff #mobius m mobius #tooth rotting fluff #established relationship #50 kisses

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avonne-writes · 3 years

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Lokius headcanons ♡

Who says “I love you” first?

Loki, actually! But only because Mobius knows this whole reciprocation thing is new for him and he decides to wait him out until he gets there on his own. He doesn't want Loki to feel like he has to say it back or to use Mobius' confession to manipulate him.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

100% Mobius. Loki's background picture is himself.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

Loki. They're cheeky notes more often than not, but sometimes it's just a tiny heart and Mobius needs a moment to compose himself when he sees it.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

I'll just leave this here:

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

Who has a knack for flare? Who's obsessed with certain valuable objects? Who's inclined to think they have to constantly woo the other to keep up their interest?

Loki showers Mobius in gifts and it's a struggle to show him he doesn't need to.

Who initiated the first kiss?

Mobius. They were bickering and he had enough of Loki's smartass comments. He cupped the back of Loki's head and planted a firm, lingering kiss on his lips, then went on with his tasks for the day, pretending to be casual about it. Loki was speechless for a whopping five minutes after.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Mobius, again. Loki's a night owl and he likes to laze around in bed in the morning, so he doesn't tend to appreciate those morning kisses, unfortunately. He always complains of morning breath or a stubble burn, but he accepts the kisses pliantly.

Who starts tickle fights?

Loki, when he's in a particularly silly mood. He sneaks up on Mobius, then pounces on him like a kitten. Mobius is not used to being touched all the time, so he's insanely ticklish on his neck and sides.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

Um, define lunch? Loki has a slightly skewed idea of what constitutes edible food... But yeah, he's the one who shows up unannounced, if only to gossip or poke around in Mobius' stuff.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?

Both of them, but neither showed it. That's why it was a little stiff and awkward until they started a playful argument and everything was right in the world again.

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Loki's ready to use his magic and smite anything small with more than four legs on sight, no creepy-crawlies in his vicinity thank you very much, but Mobius does his best to save the poor creatures and takes them out.

Who proclaims their love publicly when they’re drunk?

Loki, but not in so many words. He's a loud, bubbly drunk but he never loses his control completely. To say the L-word in public would be the equivalent of drawing a target on his heart. Mobius is a quiet drunk and he gets very affectionate, so they're obvious enough without a declaration anyway.

#lokius #headcanons #loki #mobius m mobius #i love this ship #i want to write so many thundershield + lokius fics since i watched the show

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lokust · 3 years

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Constellations

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“Ah shit, Mobius!”

Mobius heard his name called, looking behind himself as quickly as he could manage as he struggled to fight off one of the agents who had refused to listen to B-15, and refused to work with her and Mobius as she tried to explain their past as variants.

He saw Loki when he looked back, the god trying to steady himself against the table as he held himself up with all of his weight on his left leg, his right ankle very obviously in pour condition.

“Goddamn it”.

Loki had been hurt. Fortunately, that was the last of the agents- at least in the office. More would certainly be coming.

Mobius quickly maneuvered to turn the hunter around and push him away with as much force as he could muster.

He didn’t want to truly hurt anyone.

The hunter fell to the ground with a huff, and Mobius reached in his jacket as he ran to Loki, pulling the TemPad out and opening up a beaming doorway before he wrapped an arm around Loki’s back, supporting him with an arm underneath the trickster’s.

Loki all but threw himself inside the golden threshold with the help of Mobius, doing his best to land gently and not on his ankle as he turned to see the portal close, just before the hunter could get inside.

Mobius stood there, hunched over as he breathed heavily and tried to catch his breath. Loki did the same but he was now sat on the floor, his chest heaving with his deep inhales and long exhales.

Loki gathered himself, looking around the small room which was incredibly familiar, “We’re… in Asgard”, he breathed out, his tone inquisitive and slightly confused.

Mobius nodded, walking to his friend and reaching a hand out to him to help him up, “Yeah… Yeah, sorry. It was the first thing that came to mind. It’s 2010.”

Loki hummed, lifting himself with Mobius’s assistance before he was gently pushed back on the bed behind him, “We’re in my chambers”.

Mobius huffed out a laugh, “Nothing gets past you, huh?”, he quipped, helping Loki prop his ankle up.

He sat down and slowly and carefully slipped Loki’s boot and sock off, trying to look at the injury and cringing every time his friend hissed or twitched in pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s off now”, he said, rubbing Loki’s calf in an attempt to sooth him, “I uh… I think it’s broken, buddy”.

Loki nodded, breathing deeply to calm himself before putting all of his focus towards his injured ankle.

Mobius watched, incredibly intrigued as a small green glow flashed and hovered around Loki’s ankle.

It was gone almost as soon as it had appeared, and Loki visibly relaxed, his ankle still sore but certainly not broken or fractured or sprained.

Mobius was astonished, examining the ankle once again. No swelling, no redness, no sign it had ever been injured, “That’s still amazing to me”.

Loki laughed a bit, trying to stretch and move the ankle around, but Mobius could see the obvious discomfort on his face and in his demeanor. He lifted up Loki’s ankle carefully, placing it gently in his lap, “Just rest for a minute, Loki. Nobody’s going to come in here”.

There was a happy smile spreading across Loki’s face, Mobius’s concern for him warming his heart. He nodded and laid back a bit, curling up slightly to get comfortable with his leg in Mobius’s lap.

Mobius pushed the cuff of Loki’s pants up a bit, carefully massaging around the previously injured bone, “Don’t let me hurt you, okay? Tell me if it’s uncomfortable”.

Loki hummed in agreement, reaching behind himself for one of the pillows on his bed. He watched Mobius’s hands for a few minutes, appreciating the small massage the analyst was giving him.

He paid attention to how delicate Mobius’s touch was and how the agent moved his hands before he started to fidget subconsciously, now focusing on his own foot as he mindlessly flexed it, curled his toes, and rolled his ankle in small circles.

Mobius laughed a bit, “Are you getting restless?”

Loki stilled for a moment, realizing now what he’d been doing. His face turned slightly red as he let out a breathy laugh, “I guess so”, he said, flexing his foot once more.

Mobius sported a fond smile, but suddenly he looked down at Loki’s foot, something about it catching his eye as he tilted his head to look at the sole.

Loki gave him a confused look, “What… in Odin’s name are you doing, Mobius?”, he asked, yelping slightly as Mobius picked up his foot and looked at the bottom of it.

Mobius looked absolutely amazed, “You have freckles! Little freckles on the bottom of your foot!”

Loki rolled his eyes with a small sigh, “Yes, Mobius, I’m aware. Now, can I have my foot back, please?”, he tugged at his ankle but Mobius’s grip tightened.

“No, I wanna look at the freckles!”, he said, his attention drawn to the little brown speck underneath the space between Loki’s two littlest toes. Slowly and carefully, he lifted his other hand and placed a fingertip on another freckle that was nearly just in the center of his arch.

Loki gasped and curled his toes when he felt the touch, but he didn’t pull away. Mobius was genuinely curious, and Loki didn’t feel that he had any other intentions.

“I uh… I had a lot of freckles when I was a kid, but those just never went away”, he said, now just letting Mobius examine the little spots, “When I was young, like really young; super young. Maybe five or six, my mother would trace all my freckles when I was upset”.

Mobius glanced at him momentarily, humming as a sign for him to continue.

Loki sighed, “She would trace those few on the bottom of my foot as well, but I could hardly stand it”.

Mobius smirked, “Really? You couldn’t handle a few little touches?”

Loki huffed when Mobius dropped his foot again, “I was a child, thank you”.

Mobius looked at him with a stupid little grin, “You still wouldn’t be able to handle it”.

Loki rolled his eyes, “I’m not falling for that, Mobius”.

Mobius just shrugged, “Fine. I’m still gonna tickle your little freckles though”, he said, one hand tightening around Loki’s ankle as he poked at the freckles with the other.

The trickster squealed, tugging uselessly at his ankle, “Wahahahait! Nohohoho, Mohohobius!” , he clutched the pillow to his chest as he yelped and jumped with every poke. They were all directed at a different little speck and it was already enough to drive Loki mad.

“Quihihit it!”, he squeaked when Mobius picked his foot up again, putting Loki’s ankle in a lock with his bicep and forearm before he started tracing the freckles as if he was playing connect the dots.

“It’s like you’ve got constellations on your foot. It’s cute”.

Loki was red in the face and giggling his head off while he squirmed and kicked a little with his free leg, “Lehehet me gohoho!”

Mobius shook his head, dragging a finger up and down the sole before going back to poking the freckles.

He was disheveled and rather frazzled as he writhed in Mobius’s grip until one poke pulled a squeal out from all of his cackles and giggles and he curled his toes as tight as he could.

Mobius stopped for a moment, “Are you ticklish there or something”, he quipped, smiling as Loki glared at him.

“I dislike you, Mobius”, he scowled at the agent and unclenched his foot, once again trying to tug at his ankle, “Please return my limbs to my possession now”.

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?”, Mobius inquired, still inspecting the little spots.

“Well”, Loki started, huffing as Mobius once again refused to let go of his ankle, “I once kicked mother in the face- unintentionally of course- and conjured a wall decoration directly into the back of her head”, he said, laughing at the memory.

“I was young and I had a lot of trouble controlling my magic when I was angry or flustered”, he continued, “I was of course much too young to cause her any real pain, but her jaw was sore for a few days. She stopped messing with my freckles after that”, he wore a fond smile as he spoke of his mother, and Mobius noticed the warm tone in his voice and the happy gleam in his eyes.

“Well, if you kick me, I’ll just make it worse”, he teased with a playful wink, “That being said, I’ll return to my previous activities!”

Loki’s eyes widened, but he was left with no choice other than to lay there and laugh while Mobius went back to poking the little freckle beneath Loki’s toes.

“So, is this one the most ticklish?”, he asked, circling it with his finger.

“Yehehehes! Leheheave it alohohone!”, Loki’s face turned red as he buried it in the pillow, embarrassed by having to admit that it was dreadfully ticklish.

He writhed and squirmed as he twisted his ankle, aching to get away from the light touches.

Mobius’s heart swelled, watching Loki try to hide himself in the mattress, “Hey, you said the rest of your freckles went away right?”, he asked, looking back at the trickster while he scratched over the little spot with the very tip of his finger.

Loki twisted and turned, his other foot pushing at Mobius’s legs as he tried to get away, “Yes! Yehehehes, they wehehent awahahay! I wihihish you would dohohoho the sahahahame!”, he snarled through his giggles, clenching and unclenching his fists and grabbing as much fabric as he could of the pillow. Nothing lessened the ticklish feeling.

“I’ll bet these would go away with the right motivation!”, he said confidently, wiggling his finger over and around the freckle that had been deemed the most sensitive.

“Nonono. Nohohoho! Thehehey are perfehehectly fihihihine!”, he whined through his giggles, the pain in his ankle had been completely forgotten about.

“Oh I agree!”, Mobius said rather joyfully, “I think they’re adorable”.

Loki flushed red, burying his face further in the pillow if it was even possible, “Oh shuhuhut uhuhup!”

Mobius let out a soft chuckle at his very embarrassed friend, “I just don’t think it would hurt to try!”

Loki would’ve certainly been complaining and spitting insults at Mobius if he could speak a little more coherently, “Yehehehes ihihit would! Let gohohoho!”

He shrieked when Mobius raked five fingertips down the sole of his foot from his toes to his heel.

He circled and spidered slowly at the heel for just a couple minutes, his only intent being to tease Loki, “Oh, come on, Loki! You always complain about me never having any fun! This… this is fun. Let me enjoy it, yeah?”

Loki couldn’t even think straight, “Ihihihi can’t stahahand you!”

Mobius shrugged, “Good thing you can’t stand with your feet in my lap!”, he said, suddenly scratching and clawing up and down Loki’s trapped foot.

“NO! NOHOHOHOHO!”, he curled his toes tightly, his right leg shaking like mad while the other one flailed wildly.

His entire body shook, the sensation shooting up his leg, “MOBIUHUHUHUS PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T! IHIHIT-”

“It what? Am I about to hear the God of Mischief say the dreaded t-word?”, Mobius teased Loki frequently about his inability to say the word, but it got him flustered every single time.

He tickled in the center of Loki’s arch with just two fingers before letting his hand move upwards, listening to Loki’s laugh ascend in both pitch and volume, “Sounds like someone might be a little ticklish right here”.

Loki’s body tensed and he kept his toes curled as Mobius’s hand stilled on the ball of his foot. The god’s breathing was heavy and uneven as he tried to stay prepared for whatever Mobius would do next.

He waited and waited for Mobius to start tickling him again, but when nothing happened, he picked his head up from the pillow, watching Mobius with wide eyes.

Mobius was staring at him, his eyebrows raised as he sported a downright evil smirk, “The way you curl your toes is really cute, big guy, but I’m gonna need you to uncurl em”.

Loki shook his head, hiding his face again but peaking up so he could watch Mobius, now having only his nose buried in the soft fabric.

Mobius’s heart was going crazy and he was asking himself how one being could be so damn cute, but externally, he was just as teasing and evil as before, “No? You don’t wanna?”, he asked, a teasing tone in his voice, “That’s fine. I’ll make you”.

Before Loki could react, Mobius had started tickling the top of his foot, something he certainly didn’t expect to tickle so bad. He squealed and thrashed and giggled, flexing his foot and uncurling his toes reflexively as Mobius tickled the tops of them.

As soon as he uncurled his toes, Mobius moved his hand to tickle underneath them.

Loki couldn’t control himself. His thoughts were completely incoherent as he squealed and squawked and tried desperately to pull away from his captor, “NAHAHAHA, PLEHEHEHEASE! PLEASE! NOHOHOHOHO!”

Mobius clawed and scratched and tickled relentlessly at the stems of Loki’s toes, finding it nearly impossible to not laugh along with him.

He was thrashing and squirming and tears were forming in his eyes, little green flashes and sparks surrounding him and coming from his hands as he tried to keep himself and his magic under control.

Mobius was mesmerized, and he just continued to tickle away, clawing up and down the ridiculously ticklish sole.

“MOHOHOHOBIUS! QUIHIHIHIT! I CAHAHAN’T- IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA-”, Loki could barely speak, but before he really had a chance to finish his sentence, there was an explosion of green smoke, and on top of that, Loki’s left heel had connected rather harshly with Mobius’s chin.

Mobius stopped, dropping his foot and opening his eyes only to look down and find himself covered in green and gold dust as his chin ached.

Loki curled up, still giggling breathlessly as he muttered out apologies, “Ihihi- I’m sohohorry. I tried to tehehell you!”

Mobius laughed a bit, “It’s okay, bud. I think I deserved that”.

Loki clutched the pillow to his chest and curled himself around it as he caught his breath, his foot still twitching and his nerves still tingling. Mobius shook the dust off of himself and brushed it off of his jacket.

“So I guess you still have a little trouble controlling your magic when you’re tickled?”, he asked jokingly. Loki just glared at him.

“Mobius, I’m going to fight you”, he meant it to be threatening, but how threatening can you be when you’re blushing like a moron and completely out of breath from being tickled?

“Alright, that’s fine, but just remember what I said, yeah?”

Loki gave him an inquisitive look to which Mobius just smirked.

“You kicked me”, those three words were plenty of a reminder for Loki.

“Maybe you should take a few minutes to prepare yourself”.

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Hope you guys remembered Mobius’s warning in response to Loki telling the story of his mother. Anywho, I had to write that. I just couldn’t shake it from my mind. Hope you all enjoyed!

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