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lokiusly · 5 months
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if Loki did in fact fall in love with Mobius, at one point in time do you think they fell in love with him?
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sunderwight · 4 months
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has anyone written a Loki series fic where Don the Jet Ski Salesman comes home one day to find his boys hiding something in the garage, and is tiredly like "is it snake? I better not go in there and find out you guys robbed a zoo--" only to open the garage door and see an injured, bewildered frost giant Loki prodding cautiously at a bag of doritos (the boys attempted to provide sustenance) (could be angst or good just be the version from the What If? episode trying to recover from a bender with Thor)
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bebx · 6 months
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something that I’ll never get tired of saying is that Mobius loves Loki — whether it be in a romantic or platonic way — that man loves Loki to pieces without wanting anything in return except that Loki is okay, and it’s been proven again and again to be true, especially in this first episode of season 2. he quite literally has to close his eyes during Loki’s time slip in the elevator scene because he can’t see Loki in pain and it’s Loki who comforts him, saying that he’s okay because Mobius might have a panic attack otherwise. and here he’s actually willing to risk his own life, having his mf skin literally peeled off, to save Loki. like Mobius gains nothing by risking his own life going out there in that suit with a crack on it, and in the end he does it for Loki. even when he thinks Loki isn’t going to make it, he stays until he’s deliberately putting his own life at risk. and I bet that fear in his eyes — when he thinks Loki isn’t going to make it — is purely because he thinks Loki will never come back to him, that he’s lost Loki forever. it’s Loki Mobius thinks about during the moment he himself could face a gruesome death. he just wants to save Loki. and that’s why Lokius will always be true love for me.
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percheduphere · 3 months
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LET'S TALK ABOUT WHO LOKI CHOOSES
I've previously discussed romantic tropes in the Loki series in my meta here. This meta supports the former by counting each of Loki's decisions with each of Loki's love interests (Sylvie and Mobius) and where those decisions occur in the progression of the overall story of S1 and S2 combined. The end of S1 is the midpoint of the whole story. Bear this in mind as I track how Loki's decision-making shifts. You can even choose to view Loki's decision-making with respect to Mobius as platonic if you want. It doesn't change the plot, count, or character development.
I have to give Sylvie attention and credit where it is due. To not do so would not only ignore her legitimate importance in the series and Loki's development, but it would also undermine my own credibility as an essayist. Feel free to comment, but here are my ground rules: no hate and no yucking other people's yum.
S1E1: Loki chooses himself. We could make the argument Loki chooses to trust Mobius here, but I don't think we see Loki start to like Mobius as a person until S1E2.
S1E2: Loki straddles between choosing himself and choosing to help Mobius because he actually wants to. It helps that the latter serves self-preservation. Loki most obviously chooses himself when he bullshits Mobius at the RenFaire. His choice is more gray when proposing the apocalypse theory. To be conservative, I won't count this in Mobius's favor. However, I feel fairly confident Loki chooses to help Mobius (1) sift through the possible apocalypses because of this genuine reaction:
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Loki is starved for praise. He's a centuries-old god for goodness sakes.
When a third option presents itself at Roxxcart, Loki chooses himself and Sylvie (1).
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S1E3: Loki chooses to: 1.) help Sylvie through "attempting diplomacy" with the widow (2), 2.) help Sylvie with his "shit plan" disguise (3), 3.) be vulnerable with Sylvie on the train (4), 4.) sing Sylvie a song (5), 5.) help Sylvie get to the arc (6).
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S1E4: Loki chooses to comfort Sylvie by holding her hand; their feelings for each other trigger a giant Nexus Event (7). Loki chooses to tell Mobius the truth about the TVA; if he didn't care about Mobius, he would have withheld this information (2). Loki chooses to trust Mobius (3). Loki chooses to reciprocate Mobius’s feelings of friendship (4). Loki chooses, with Mobius, to find and rescue Sylvie (8). Loki chooses to combat Renslayer with Sylvie (9). Loki chooses to confront the Timekeepers with Sylvie and gets pruned (10).
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S1E5: Loki chooses to share a blanket with Sylvie (11). Loki chooses to stay in the Void and follow Sylvie to the end of time, "Where you go, I go" (12). Loki chooses to hug Mobius (5). Loki chooses to trust Sylvie's insistence that he intrinsically knows how to enchant (13).
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S1E6 (THE MIDPOINT): The confrontation with HWR is tricky. Loki chooses to slow down and think about the consequences because he's learned the value of slowing down and thinking from Mobius (6). Loki chooses to kiss Sylvie back (I realize this is debatable for many Lokius fans, but I'm not going to argue this; 14)
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S2 NOTES: For the sake of my own sanity, I am not counting Loki's unconscious and conscious timeslipping. You can refer to the counts for that in my meta here. I will also not be counting the near-infinite number of loops Loki refuses to kill Sylvie for "the good of the multiverse."
S2E1: Loki chooses to seek out Mobius for help (7). Loki chooses to be vulnerable with Mobius in the hallway (8). Loki chooses to trust Mobius's judgment that they only have one shot at stopping the timeslipping (9).
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S2E2: Loki chooses to protect Mobius from Brad (10). Loki chooses to help Mobius reverse-engineer Brad's TemPad (11). Loki chooses to comfort Mobius in the pie automat (12). Loki chooses to follow Mobius's intimidation plan for Brad (13). Loki chooses to convince Sylvie to join his and the TVA's cause (Sylvie declines #1; 15). Loki chooses to hold hands with Sylvie to combine their blast power (16). Loki chooses to follow Mobius back to the TVA (14). Loki chooses to ask Sylvie to stay and help (Sylvie declines #2; 17). Loki chooses to comfort Mobius in the Control Room (15).
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S2E3: Loki chooses to humor Mobius's sightseeing (16). Loki chooses to try cracker jack (and hates it; 17). Loki chooses to prioritize the Loom per Mobius’s advisement (18). Loki chooses to give into Mobius's tandem bike request (19). Loki chooses to plead with Sylvie to spare Timely and asks for her help (NOTE: this is Loki's 3rd request; writers love the significance of threes and Sylvie turns Loki down all three times; 18).
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S2E4: Loki chooses to defend Mobius in the Pie Automat (20). Loki chooses to compare (through implication) Thor's relationship with Jane with his relationship with Mobius (21). Loki chooses to use this same comparison to assure Sylvie that her mercy on Timely was an act of mercy for all people on all timelines (19).
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S2E5: Loki chooses to look for Mobius in the Pie Automat (22). Loki chooses to look for Mobius in the Control Room (23). Loki chooses to recruit Mobius (24). Loki chooses to quote Mobius's "form and function" to Don (25), Loki chooses to help Mobius through the time door (26). Loki chooses to promise Don (Mobius) that he can return him to any point in time (27). Loki chooses to recruit Sylvie (20; she turns him down a 4th time). Loki chooses to argue with Sylvie that Mobius should have a choice (28). Loki chooses to listen to Sylvie that his friends are better off without the TVA (21). Loki chooses to let Don go for Mobius’s own good (29). Loki chooses to control timeslipping upon hearing Sylvie say "Do you think what makes a Loki a Loki is that we're destined to lose?" (22). Loki chooses to rewrite the story to save Sylvie and Mobius (23 / 30, respectively).
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S2E6: Loki chooses to reenact all of Mobius's small gestures of kindness even though they cost precious time: he chooses to hold Victor's glasses (31), he chooses to compliment OB's "not to scale" model (32), he chooses to recite an abbreviated version of his and Mobius's bickering over "who's in the suit?" (33), he chooses to finish Mobius's joke about taking OB's job (34). He chooses to seek out Past Mobius for guidance and comfort (35). He chooses to shake Mobius's hand (36). He chooses to talk Sylvie out of killing HWR (24). He chooses to sacrifice himself to save Sylvie and Mobius (25 / 37, respectively). He chooses to listen (and watch?) to Mobius say, "Let time pass" (38).
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Loki chooses Sylvie: 25
Loki chooses Mobius: 38
If I missed any decision points for either Sylvie or Mobius, let me know and I'll update the meta and counts accordingly.
Ultimately, Loki's sacrifice is for BOTH Mobius AND Sylvie. BOTH ships are important to the narrative and Loki. However, between the two of them, there is only one person who has consistently chosen Loki since S1E1, never rejected Loki and his requests for help, and who has, in turn, unknowingly been chosen by Loki in kind. Need a meta for Mobius’s decision-making? Here it is.
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sunflowerdigs · 5 months
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But truly, as a person who hasn't really been all that comfortable in her own skin until recently and who has typically felt like she didn't fit in, it's been a real treat watching Loki find that one person who knows all of his shit but loves him in spite of (because of) it. And I think that's why it's so hard for me to understand why anyone would be clinging to Sylki at this point because Lokius is this wonderful, warm, accepting safe space. And, heck, if you only have that with your platonic friends and not your romantic partners, I don't know what to tell you. Lokius seems like the pinnacle of human connection between two people in that sense, what we're all looking for - someone who knows us because they've taken the time to learn us, and who greets every day that they get to keep knowing and learning us with delight and deep fascination.
Loki can give that gift to Sylvie, I guess, if the writers want him to. But she doesn't have the capacity to give it back yet - she's still very much in fear mode, there's no room for anybody but herself in her heart and mind right now. And that's fine, it makes total sense. But it's...illogical and unfair to say that Loki needs to wait for her to get to the point where she has the capacity to love him when there's someone else right there, right now able and willing to love him in that way. And that person is also very lonely and looking for someone to love. This isn't Sylvie's story after all - it's Loki's. It's his journey to love and acceptance, not her's.
Additionally, I think Loki wants to be the one to "fix" Sylvie in the way that Mobius "fixed" him but it doesn't really work because they're too similar, there's no room for that empathy and fascination with a different set of flaws and fears that leads to growth.
Idk. I'm fairly sure that the finale is going to be a disappointment to Lokius shippers and I'm struggling to accept that because it's been such a lovely and honest ride so far with these two. Loki literally turning to the camera in 2x05 and saying he's going to rewrite the story (so, in a meta sense, fix the flaws of the story that's been told) has given me a bit of hope, but, eh - it's Marvel. Heteronormativity will likely win out in the end. But I've had so much fun reading the reactions of other people and collecting the fic and the art. We're not wrong, we're just ahead of our time. I've gotta believe that, at some point in the future, a character as popular and beloved as Loki could get with another man without that heavy-handed, hand-holding, "this is gay, turn away now if you don't like it" kind of storytelling. Maybe not on Thursday. But someday.
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nerdy-frog98 · 5 months
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The Loki finale was beautiful, but I haven’t felt this heartbroken since Infinity War. I genuinely feel like I’m grieving 😭 I did not realize how attached to Loki I’d become until the SECOND I realized what he was about to do. The visuals were stunning, but holy SHIT that hurt. Especially because Loki didn’t even get to have a proper goodbye with any of them??? I wanted a Lokius hug AT LEAST! If this is fully the end of Loki in the MCU, I will simply perish.
Also, I want to give a fat juicy kiss to Owen Wilson. He played Mobius so well. The line delivery and facial expressions were always on point, every single time. He also had me frothing at the mouth for him several times this season (which has led to a revelation or two about my interest in men lmao). anyway, I love you Owen Wilson, THANK U.
And obviously to Tom Hiddleston, who has simply been the best casting of a character in all of history in regards to Loki. His dedication and love for the character are evident in his acting.
I don’t think I will ever recover from this story.
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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 months
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Five Fics Friday "LOKI" BONUS: November 16/23
Hey guys!! So LOKI just recently finished Season 2, and I was SO upset about the ending (in a bittersweet way... I loved the end but was SO mad that it ended the way it did after the narrative was telling us otherwise *cough*where have I seen this before*cough*). So, I decided to finally cave and soothe my soul with some Loki/Mobius fics. And since I've been asked in the past about Loki fic recs and only now am reading them, I thought I would share with y'all five of the ones I enjoyed this past week as a bonus list... 'cause, why not, and I ship it hard now, as much as Johnlock and Aziracrow 🙃
Enjoy this bonus list, just because I want to!! Happy Friday! :D
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out of focus, eye to eye by markofalover (G, 2,129 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Lokius, S02E05 Alternate Events, Pining Loki, Loki POV, Flirting, Misunderstandings, Crush at First Sight, Insecure Loki, Oh-Oh! Moment) – “You know…are you still in the market?” Loki raises his eyebrows. “Oh, for the, uh,” he sets his hands out in a wild gesture that he hopes somehow makes the mark, because he doesn’t know what an ATV even is— “Oh, no, no,” Mobius says. He’s smiling, now, for some reason Loki can’t quite understand, eyes sparkling in the sun, soft color in his cheeks. “I mean—sorry, I haven’t done this in a while. That was a bad line.”
Whoever, whatever you wanna be (Even someone good) by  attack_choppa01 (T, 5,248 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Post-S1, POV Loki, Fluff and Angst, Protective Loki, Protective Mobius, Friendship, First Kiss, Injury Recovery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Loki, Bed Sharing, Mobius Whump, Anxious Loki, Love Confessions, Both Need A Hug, Arguing, Emotional Loki, Cuddling/Snuggling, Near-Death Experiences) – After a fight with two Kang variants puts Mobius in danger and injured, Loki gets defensive out of his desire to protect him. They argue and they make up (And make out). Part 4 of GLORIOUS PURPOSE
The Best Gift of All by frommyhearttoyours (T, 5,992 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Parent / Teacher Modern AU || Lokius, Mobius POV, Single Dad Mobius, Teacher Loki, Single Parents, Love Confessions, Insecure Mobius, Frustrated Mobius, Mutual Pining, Sweet Fluff, Forehead Touching, Oh-Oh! Moment) – Mr. Laufeyson is the most popular teacher at Lakewood Elementary School, where Mobius's sons are students. He's not just popular among the children, though. He's an even bigger hit among the parents...especially the single ones on the hunt for a Mr. Right. Mobius isn't ashamed to admit he counts himself among the man's many, many admirers, but he also has no delusions that he could ever win the beautiful and intelligent Mr. Laufeyson's interest and attention. Because that would be impossible... right?
Branches by Ailendolin (T, 6,322 w., 6 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Post-S1, Lokius, Pining Loki, Five and One, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Worried/Panicking Loki, Protective Mobius, Made Me Cry, Angst, Loki Needs a Hug, Multiverse) – 5 times Loki searched the Multiverse for his Mobius, and 1 time Mobius found him.
never known how it broke me down by RunnyYolk (E, 51,152 w., 8 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Post-S1 Divergence, Lokius, Five and One, Alternating POV, Protective Mobius, Protective Loki, Jealous Mobius, Hurt Mobius, Vague Multiversal War Plot, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Feelings Realization, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Love Confessions, Anxious Loki/Mobius, Hugs/Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Developing Relationship, Reunions, Making Up, Friends to Lovers, Affection/Tenderness, Self-Esteem Issues, Top Mobius/Bottom Loki, Smut in Epilogue, Marriage Proposal, First Kiss/Time) – Wild curls caress his face as a melodiously shaky inhale cascades across the shell of his ear, arms wrapping desperately around his shoulders, and Mobius leans forward, giving his all in return until their hearts are nearly aligned. Nearly, yet not quite. Not quite.
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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months
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I cannot believe that season. truly just. there was not a single episode I didn't sit down to without a genuine conviction that *this* would be the episode where they spit all over everything I loved about the show. I braced constantly throughout the episodes as they kept setting themselves up for Very Stupid story choices only to pull the rug and go "HAHA surprise, idiot!!! We've given you exactly what you wanted <3". until the final episode which was NOT what I wanted and also exponentially better storytelling and character development than any of the ideal scenarios I'd constructed.
something deeply meta about it all. truly a chaos season for the chaos god, where the most chaotic, unexpected, transformative thing they can do is to be good.
Spent the day processing my love for this season only to have your message sum my thoughts and feelings up perfectly, thank you so very much for sending it 💖
Same as you, not for a second did I go in truly expecting anything from s2. Owen and Mobius have my heart, always will, so primarily the show was a vehicle to provide whatever crumbs of his scenes and chemistry with Tom I could get and with the start of every episode I braced for the moment that would get ruined in some way, only to be continually hit with everything I've ever wanted in a show or pairing right up until the finale. Which, while not what I would've chosen, was beautifully crafted and an almost Shakespearean tragic romance that will haunt me for the rest of my days and is still infinitely better than the nightmare scenarios I'd been floating around in my mind so at least there's that and it's impossible not to be thankful for eps 1-5 for giving content anyone could dream of and more 😅
Besides the obvious ending, I'm mostly crushed our Loki and Mobius didn't get a proper goodbye but honestly believe Loki decided to seek out s1 Mobius instead knowing s2 Mobius loved him too much to ever let his sacrifice happen and it would've been too much to bear, so having made his mind up already he at least tried to visit a version most likely to validate his choice. Just wish the Mobius now waiting until the end of time had at least a similar opportunity, but I'm just thankful he didn't lose his memories and could make his own decision that his faith in Loki is what's carried him before and will continue to do so now.
The flip of their characterization from order or chaos is exactly what has me convinced Lokius will reunite because how can they not with such an open ended future?? Even in separation they revolve around each other and they're the only ones left wanting. Mobius and his life are in ruins with nothing but the passage of time and possibility of some spent with Loki ahead while Loki's surely going to find a way to meet halfway when the choice of order has not only made him potentially the most powerful being in existence but one who spends eternity looking at the only person who ever saw him back.
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nostalgia-tblr · 5 months
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Okay so not directly sub-tumbling as I've seen this around a few places now, but re: Loki S2 finale I'm annoyed about the ship-baiting aspect, and disappointed with the weird "let's never address this" but it's the tree thing that I hate. I just can't not see that as horrifc and depressing and actually quite mean-spirited? It's a gut-level thing for me, and I was so confused that so many people love it and I don't know if I will ever not see it a nightmareish fate for any character.
I mean sylki (and lokius too, for that matter) is mostly just kind of... not addressed. I've had pairings in far worse states than that and after a day or two I've shrugged and carried on as before. It's not like they broke up, we're still at where we started S2 which is "they need to have one conversation that wouldn't even take that long and then they'll be pretty much fine." Hence the disappointment/annoyance, because how the fuck do six episodes pass without that conversation ever happening? How can the central relationship not progress in any way whatsoever? But like I said, I've dealt with worse.
Nah, it's definitely the time-tree that's got to me most. I wouldn't inflict that on a character I hated. What's the point in being powerful and being The Most Important Person if you can never speak to anyone ever again, nor move from the one spot you're basically welded to, and all you can do is watch the world(s) and your friends move on, which is probably comforting for about a day or two until it becomes more frustrating and taunting than soothing. I just Do Not Get It. How is that a happy ending? How is that a worthwhile destiny (even leaving aside that the beating-destiny-cos-that's-not-really-a-thing theme was one of my favourite of the things that went missing in the gap between S1 and S2) for anyone?
I'd probably just have killed the person I loved at that point, to be shamefully honest. Yeah I'd feel bad about it and guilty for being selfish but fuck it I'm not spending eternity as a Funko Pop for anyone. They'll be dead, they won't mind! I can absolutely argue the case for murdering my beloved being the path of least suffering by far! For both of us! Because oh my fucking god. The horror, the horror.
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lokihiddleston · 1 month
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I wanted to get back to sylki and lokius because it's a pretty crazy topic. I didn't know anything about it until season two started. I'm a pro tumblr person, and I NEVER went into the antis or lokius tags. Or even twitter. I was already protecting myself and above all I didn't want to highlight negativity on my blog. I didn't want to give importance to that, because it wasn't worth it.
So I was fine, I knew there were some very toxic people in fandom, I'd heard about them but I'd only seen the tip of the iceberg. And I never thought I'd see what I discovered. And it changed me forever. You can't pretend it doesn't exist anymore because it's too late.
If I go back, as soon as Loki and Sylvie were put as a love story and relationship in the series I immediately created about them, shared about them. I set up my blog, the safest and most protective place, because I knew it would be very complicated. I lost a lot of subscribers, but I didn't care. I had to block just as many people because they commented badly on my creations on a ship I love. I've been forbidden from a public photoshop help server just because I like that ship. Some blogs don't share my stuff in their sideblogs because it's "incest ship" for them. That's where we're at.
I'm one of the only people on tumblr who's been there and stayed there after so much drama, so much hard stuff in Loki fandom and on this ship. I've been creating on Loki since the beginning, I've loved him for so many years and long before a ship. So when them dare to say that "I don't love Loki but just his relationship with Sylvie" it makes no sense. So obviously I had a base of people who followed me. But since I decided to love Loki with Sylvie, everything has changed.
I've become THE target to destroy, to shoot, to annoy, to disgust, because I love a ship, and I find that so crazy. I've been receiving messages of death, toxicity, guilt and so much more for the past three years. People create posts and still today ask to check my blog to find out what I'm doing on it, what I replied about this or that towards Loki/Mobius. Whereas they'll get nothing about my opinion on Loki with Mobius since I've had nothing against it from the start. Or if it hurts my feelings that it's being told this about Mobius/Loki when it doesn't do anything to me. I share Loki/Mobius content in the sideblogs I am. I've even created gifs on scenes about them because again I have nothing against Mobius and who is Loki's friend.
Now I have to block more lokius blogs because they are just being bad to those who love sylki. Or also, ask if I still create on sylki and that it's "saving lives" if I've stopped. But I held on with it anyway. I haven't stopped sharing about them over the three years. Even if the ship is less popular on tumblr. People come to my blog a lot because it's a place of reference on this ship and send messages to share their thoughts anonymously because <these people> have made this ship out to be "disgusting/shameful" when it's not.
I was spending a lot of time on tumblr about sylki from 2021-2023. Then I decided to go on twitter more too because the community there was very reactive. Then season two started and everything changed. The relationship was completely overshadowed, so the sylkis didn't get it. The season was a failure for many like me. When we saw the incredible season one and then this sequel it's night and day. Loki's ending is just horrible. He's punished again and it's really unfair. Even though his arc is beautiful, he didn't deserve this. Anyway.
And getting back to the ship, it was on twitter that I saw the dark side of the iceberg. I fell fifty floors and was horrified. I've seen accounts spend their time insulting, harassing, mocking sylki ship and people who love it. Wishing horrible things for them, like for Sophia/Kate. Harassing them just as much so they decided to leave twitter. But these people pass themselves off as victims.
There are more scenes between Loki and Mobius in season two so these have all interpreted them as love, flirting. Accounts spend their time trying to prove that lokius is canon and not sylki. That it was all planned from the start. That Loki loves Mobius. That he hates Sylvie. They twist every scene Loki did with Sylvie in season one to show that "look it wasn't love" or that he's "disgusted" with her in truth. I don't understand how anyone can spend their free time doing that.
How can they see that Loki is "disgusted" with Sylvie when he sees her in the restaurant, for example? Loki has tears in his eyes the whole time. He's breathing hard because it's overwhelming what he's feeling. When you have feelings for someone, you don't know where to look, you're embarrassed and shy. And that's what Loki does, in no way is he afraid or anything. He taps his foot on the counter and thank you for that detail Tom put in to express that. Like all the other details in his behavior that Tom let show without words. Just watch his eyes during season two when it's Sylvie, please. He doesn't know how to express things, it's more shyness than Sylvie gives him when he finds her. NOTHING ELSE.
I've always said that I'm indifferent to those who prefer Loki with Mobius. Really, everyone does what they want but these who do this sorry but I'll never understand. Let them share on their ship but let them stop trying to discredit a ship that is canon to put their own instead. This possessive behavior to prove that, it's unhealthy. I already know that this post will surely be shown in their private accounts as cowards.
Kate Herron wrote with Michael Waldron a love story between Loki and Sylvie. Tom Hiddleston and Sophia Di Martino shared lots about the connection between them in various interviews afterwards. They made concepts of Loki's kiss with Sylvie dating back to 2019 so it's been planned for so long. Tom Hiddleston repeats that Loki and Sylvie "are not the same soul" so not the same people. That Mobius is his friend. I've never seen Tom say so much in three years. But these keep saying that Loki is in love with Mobius, that our ship doesn't exist and that theirs is canon anyway. They remain in denial.
But then again if people want to keep seeing Loki with Mobius there's nothing wrong with that. But not the ones who see love when there isn't any in a scene or who appropriate Loki's quotes to Sylvie for Mobius. Or who take every Marvel phrase designated to their ship to say that theirs is official and ours is dead. Or who celebrate in everything to say that our ship is dead and we should be ashamed after this guy said this or that in an interview, it's bad behavior.
Writing tweets to guilt Eric Martin for three years because they shared things about sylki and now that he said "Mobius is an important person for Loki", he is their savior. Wanting to push a fan because she's carrying a sylki bag behind her back. Going up to Tom at a panel to carry a "LOKIUS ENDGAME" banner and asking him to say if Loki loves Mobius to prove once again that their ship is canon. They even put Tom in their own unhealthy game. And if you knew everything, there'd be a book on it!
Sorry, but the sylkis didn't spend three years trying to prove that Loki and Sylvie were a canon couple. Looking for every crumb to show that it's our ship that's being promoted and not theirs. Because we don't need it. So no, we're not at war, these are. We don't spend our time wishing horrible things for Mobius, unlike those who want to see and draw pictures of Sylvie dying in excruciating pain. We've got other things to do.
They "win" nothing at all. It's beyond me. We all know that Loki and Sylvie is a Marvel couple. Marvel created it themselves. They put it out there. They've made a lot of saleable stuff about the ship. They add the photo of Loki and Sylvie as a couple reference in posts on official social networks. Tom Hiddleston has done interviews on it. They've written loads of articles. Anyway.
And I think the worst part is that even when you're on your own just sharing on a ship you love with good vibes, these have to keep checking your twitter account and quote in private EVERY one of your sylkis tweets to make fun of them. I have one person who has been doing this for a long time on my twitter account. And there's nothing you can do about it. It's tiring. Sylkis don't have private accounts to make fun of a ship and belittle a fan. One sylki keeps in a file all the unhealthy tweets of these people is precisely to show how far they go.
The thing is, after a while it gets to you, as it has for me. Because I'll never understand how we can be so toxic, loving to put people down all the time. Insulting us without any limits. Looking for anything and everything to try and prove that sylki isn't canon or that Loki doesn't love Sylvie. Or that Loki and Sylvie are the same person and therefore unhealthy. But they're not. They're variants, but not the same directly. It's 2024 and we're still having this debate.
Reading messages where we hope you die, and making fun of what you love is really not easy for me. And thank you to all the people who even if they are few here, but continue to create on sylki. Don't give these people the chance to put you off loving this ship.
In conclusion, no, sylkis aren't at war and don't need to prove anything. I always try to stay positive on my blog because it's not worth it. I hope to see this couple again in future Marvel projects as they have incredible potential. And I will continue to share about them if we have new content or not because I love sylki. And will love them forever.
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tickle-bugs · 8 months
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Hellooo! If prompts are still open can I request some ticklish loki? :) maybe the prompt “ you’re not ticklish? Really now? Lets see about that”
Or somethin, feel free to improvise :))) teehee
Thank you so much!
In Fond Memory
Summary: As an analyst, Mobius's knowledge of Loki comes from stale sets of data. He wants to know more about his partner. Loki decides to take them on a tour of his memories...to interesting results. Pre-relationship to confessing Lokius!
This got wildly out of hand. We're a little over 6k words. Not super happy with this fic, but I'd been sitting on it for too long to start over. Have the long-simmering origin story of Loki's eighth rib lmao.
The TVA cafeteria is chilled and reliably empty when Mobius and Loki take their lunch break. As usual, the break consists of Loki watching Mobius eat--both lamenting his agonizing pace and soaking in his company. 
“I know nothing about you.” Mobius takes a thoughtful bite of his salad. His non-sequiturs phase Loki less and less these days. They make an interesting pair, he thinks--a fallen god burdened with caring and a mustached auditor who speaks only in riddles. 
“I thought you knew everything about me.” Loki huffs. 
“More like bits and pieces. I know little factoids. What makes you tick.” Mobius points at Loki with his fork, a tomato skewered on the end. 
“So then you know what you need?” Loki plucks the tomato off the fork and pops it in his mouth. It crunches beautifully. 
“Well, I mean, I’d like to know more. If a certain someone would like to share with the class.” Mobius replaces the stolen tomato with a pointed stare. 
“You are terrible at asking for what you want.” Loki steals a crouton from Mobius’s salad. 
“Yeah? Pot, meet kettle,” Mobius chuckles, wiping his hands. Loki smiles, but the thought rattles around in his brain. Mobius makes so much noise, truly. Noise about morals and fixing things, about proving himself better than the TVA believes him to be--useless, frivolous noise. 
Compelling noise.
“Fine.” Loki sniffs. He holds out his open hand. 
“Fine…What?” Mobius raises his eyebrows. 
“Your TemPad.” Loki wiggles his fingers insistently. Mobius stares at him, clearly calculating the risk, and then slides his TemPad into the waiting palm. Loki balances the weight of his past smoothly in one hand--he’d expected the TemPad to fall heavier with a sense of occasion. He frowns at it.
These little reminders that he’s not special—significant, really…they start to grate on him after a while. 
“You don’t have to do this, Loki.” Mobius’s voice is worn smooth by something like fondness. It’s compelling to the cowardice still within him, but Mobius will stop looking at him like that if he doesn’t at least try. 
Loki fiddles with the device until the clock hands on Ms. Minutes’s digital face spin rapidly backwards. A portal of orange light opens beside the table. 
“Shall we?” Loki gestures. He can’t quite make eye contact. 
…….
They stride through the door to Old Asgard’s throne room in all its glittering glory, when its majesty seemed untouchable by the whims of war and time. Mobius gapes at the high ceilings and intricate stonework with a wide grin. It’s cute, stupidly so, but then the grand doors open yet again and Loki’s hackles raise.
He pulls Mobius behind one of the grand pillars and puts his finger to his lips. 
“They can’t see us, Loki. It’s a memory—“
Loki clamps a hand over Mobius’s mouth. Mobius rolls his eyes. He’s right, of course he is, but the survivalist in him can’t take the risk. Not with Odin. 
A younger Loki, toothy and tiny, races up to Asgard’s great throne. He stops before the giant steps, cradling something in a bright red cloth. Odin heaves a great sigh. 
“Father, look! I got my spell to work!” Young Loki carefully holds up the bundle. The fabric falls away to reveal a bulbous little frog with stark blue eyes. It blinks each eye separately.
“What is this?” Odin looks down upon the creature with disdain. 
“It’s Thor.” Young Loki beams. The frog leaps onto his shoulder, then his head, and ribbits triumphantly. He laughs. 
“Bring my son back to me at once!” Odin hisses fiercely. 
“But—“
“Now!” Odin’s shout still tears something open in Loki all these years later. He flinches back into Mobius. The younger Loki does the same, but there’s no one to hold him. 
With a shaky voice, he murmurs an incantation and folds Frog Thor back into the fabric. He tosses the bundle ahead of him and, in a flash of green, a young and shiny Thor stumbles on newly human legs. He’s shorter--still taller than Loki, as he always was--and rounder in the cheeks, but he’s the unmistakable spitting image of his father. His cape, no longer frog-sized, unfurls to brush his ankles. 
“Woo! Loki, that was awesome!” Thor cheers. He pulls young Loki in for a sweeping, spinning hug. His boyish giggles are infectious--soon young Loki joins in, clinging to his brother to keep from falling. 
“Get out.” Odin seethes. The throne room doors slam open, echoing his command. 
“Father--” Thor tries, but one icy look from Odin silences him. He immediately bends the knee, so small that his cape nearly swallows him whole. Young Loki looks at him in disbelief, but when he reaches for his brother, Odin clasps his gloved hand around the shaft of Gungnir, the Spear of Heaven. 
Young Loki stumbles backwards, then flees, scrambling right by his older self without a thought. Loki turns his eye to Odin, the golden sack of shit, and scowls. 
“Come,” Loki says hollowly, following himself outside. He doesn’t look back. He knows Mobius is with him. 
He walks the familiar grounds but the stone doesn’t remember him. The sky is too bright, the torches too warm--this is a childhood preserved in amber. It’s too clear to be real. He passes his hand through the braziers, bitterly amused by the way the flame clings to his fingers. It’s not hot. 
Loki finds his younger self exactly where he expects him to be—no amount of years could erase that instinct to hide, to wait, to be forgotten until he could emerge again. The child is tucked between a pillar and one of the giant braziers, his dark clothes lending themselves as camouflage. 
Young Loki didn’t have that fire in him, yet. The scorn of being lesser. He was still naive, still thought Odin’s love was a real, attainable thing. 
“Loki?” Frigga approaches. Loki looks up at his mother’s face for the first time in years, but she peers directly through him. He steps aside as she approaches his younger self. When the child doesn’t answer, she crouches in front of him. It’s unbecoming of a Queen, but she’d never cared much about that. 
“What’s wrong, darling?” Frigga takes his younger copy’s face into her hands. She wipes away his tears with her thumbs and his skin briefly shimmers its natural blue. 
“Father, he…” Young Loki shakes his head, retreats further. “I upset him.”
“Oh.” She swipes more tears from his face. “Let us spend the day together, hm? I have new tricks to show you.”
The child allows his mother to lead him away, down onto the giant lawn beneath the terrace. Loki watches them go, the bitter sting of grief still raw, even after all this time. 
“My mother was…is everything to me.” Loki sniffs. He can’t tear his eyes away from her. It’s selfish to miss her, but he’s a selfish wretch. 
“She seems like a wonderful woman.” Mobius’s hand is warm on Loki’s shoulder. He leans into it. 
“Extraordinary. There’s no one like her.” He leads them over to a bench on the terrace, one that overlooks the most spectacular view of the palace lawns and waters beyond. He watches his younger self fling bursts of magic back and forth with his mother. 
“Can I ask you a silly question?” Mobius turns to face Loki better. Loki raises his brow. 
“Are you still…blue? Under here?” Mobius gestures at Loki’s face. “I’m not too sure about how this magic stuff works. It’s fascinating.”
Loki barks out an embarrassing laugh and does his best to rein it in, but surprise still leaves him chuckling. Mobius looks at him like…well, he’s not entirely sure what that look is. No one’s looked at him so softly before. 
“I was raised Asgardian, but the nature of changing forms is…fickle. Do it too much and you lose sight of where you start.” He turns his hand over, back and forth, and his skin glimmers blue. Mobius takes his hand, wrinkling his nose slightly at the cold. 
“That’s awful wise of you.” Mobius squeezes his fingers. 
“I like to think I have my moments.” Loki smiles. Mobius holds out the TemPad to him. Loki pushes a few things on it, opening another portal. They step through it with lighter hearts. 
What greets them is not the stale brutalism and dizzying expanse of the TVA cafeteria, but the very same terrace, gleaming in summer sun.
“Okay, so this…isn’t headquarters.” Mobius gestures. Loki scowls. He presses a bunch of buttons at random. The machine beeps at him. The animated Ms. Minutes icon sticks her tongue out at him. He scoffs. 
“I noticed.” He slaps the TemPad into Mobius’s hands. Mobius stares at him, plainly amused, and Loki scowls harder. 
“Well? Fix it.” Loki turns towards the lawn to lessen the weight of Mobius’s gaze.
A great shout rings out across the green, utterly unmistakeable, and Loki runs up to the terrace railing. Sif and the Warriors Three mill about on the lawn, their chatting only perceptible by Volstagg’s loud and grating laughter. 
“Brothers, please. I need some help!” Thor’s voice cuts clear and desperate through the air. He can’t be far past coming of age--he’s taken on all those distinctive features that won’t budge as he grows. His hair sweeps his shoulders the same way his cape sweeps his ankles. He supports a drooping teenage Loki as they stumble towards the trio. 
On the terrace, Loki’s eyes widen. He squints at where Thor is hauling his younger self--yep, the little shit is definitely alive and well. Which means only one thing. 
“What’s all the commotion?” Mobius shades his eyes from the sun and looks out towards the fields. 
“Did you fix it?” Loki snaps impatiently, gesturing for the TemPad. 
“Hm?” Mobius blinks. “Yeah. What’s happenin’ down there, though?”
Loki snatches the TemPad and punches in whatever he can. A wave of orange energy ripples over and through them with a loud woosh. Loki opens his eyes to….
The same field. The same day. He’s actually managed to put them forward in time. Just splendid. 
“Get help!” Thor spins and launches his Loki like a shotput. He barrels straight through Sif and Fandral. Their mingled screams of surprise and displeasure ring out. Thor cackles, doubling over, as Sif chases Loki around the field. 
On the terrace, Loki buries his rapidly heating face in his hands. Mobius snickers up a storm beside him. He leans into him for support. 
“Get help?” Mobius wheezes, eyes wet with mirth. Loki’s chest flutters and his face progresses into full redness. 
“It was…a phase. An ill-advised distraction--”
“Seems to me like you used it plenty. One of your variants did that with Thor on Sakaar.” Mobius wipes his eyes and flicks the tears away, grin still splitting his face in two. 
“Shut up.” Loki groans into his hands until silence falls. He can feel Mobius’s keen eyes on the side of his face. He hopes for a random bolt of lightning to put him out of his misery. 
“You’ve changed, y’know.” Mobius bumps their shoulders together. 
“Have I?” Loki drawls, mostly unamused. The sincerity on Mobius’s face makes it hard to keep up the act. 
“You willingly showed me an embarrassing memory! You’ve changed plenty.” 
“I wouldn’t say…willingly,” Loki grumbles, rolling his eyes. 
“You and I both know you can fight a lot harder than that. This is growth, Loki. It’s good for ya.” Mobius pats his shoulder. Loki hums in acknowledgment.
“Careful, Mobius. I might start to think you’re fond of me.” Loki smiles teasingly. 
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Mobius chuckles and squeezes his shoulder. “Let’s get outta here.”
Another flash of orange, another failure to return to the TVA. Loki contains the urge to scream. 
“Where are we now?” Mobius puts his hands on his hips. 
“…I don’t know.” Loki frowns, turning in place. 
“That’s generally not good.” Mobius quips. Loki makes a snarky, incoherent noise at him as he takes in their surroundings.
Vaulted wood ceilings, immaculate stone walls, and green silks welcome them. Atop a giant fireplace, a regal painting of Loki leers at them, foxlike and empty-eyed. He cringes and turns away from it. He briefly considers throwing himself down on the green velvet divan and smothering himself in the throw pillows. 
“We’re on Asgard, certainly, and this is my room, but….” 
The doors fly open of their own accord and the hearth flares. A brunette with a strong build strides through the doors, their fingertips dripping with red motes of light. They’re clad in reds reminiscent of the magic--flowing fabrics gathered neatly under bits of strong leather armor. With a twist of their wrist, the leather breastplate falls away and arranges itself on a stand, right next to a stand with his own armor on it. 
“Who is this handsome devil?” Mobius raises his eyebrows and elbows Loki, but he is far too windswept at the sight of them. 
“Signy,” Loki breathes. 
“Who?” Mobius furrows his brow. 
The doors fly open yet again. A past version of Loki enters in similar dramatic fashion. It’s uncanny to see himself like this. Signy turns their gaze sharply towards him. The fire once again flares in the hearth. 
“Hello, darling.” Signy purrs, pulling Past Loki in for a kiss. They drink him in possessively, as if he’s going to evaporate without their claiming touch. He leans into it as much as he can without drowning. When they pull apart, they murmur to one another, low enough for the fire to swallow their words. 
“Ah, I see.” The bitterness in Mobius’s tone pushes Loki to clarify. 
“They were wonderful, but their jealousy often got to them. For all our happiness, we made each other worse over time.” Loki whispers conspiratorially, but Mobius doesn’t seem entertained. 
Signy and his past self begin to raise their voices, yelling at each other in an incomprehensible tumble of Asgardian. Mobius’s brow knits in concern. 
“Were you always this…loud?” Mobius frowns. Loki swallows the joke he wants to make.
“Like I said, we made each other worse. Much worse. We were betrothed all of two months before they tried to assassinate me.” Loki pulls back his shirt collar to reveal a thin, curved scar on his neck. 
“Assassinate—what?” Mobius touches it and Loki shivers. 
“It’s fine, Mobius. My Signy had naught but poison in their soul. This one seems…kinder.” Loki watches as they take his past self’s hands to stop him from wringing his tunic. 
“How is that fine—“ 
Their voices escalate into a tumble of shouting. Concern morphs into frustration and confusion. Why does Mobius even care? It happened, he survived, whatever—
A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. His past self is…staring at him.
Loki squints at his past self and he squints back. Loki looks over his shoulder, then back at his past self, who is suddenly beginning to behave less like a memory and more like a—
“Variant,” Loki breathes. He opens his mouth to shout, but—
The variant disappears in a gentle flash of green light. Fuck.
“I think you just got outsmarted by yourself.” Mobius hums. Loki whips around, panic starting to bubble in his chest. 
“You said this was a memory.”
“It’s supposed to be.” Mobius rubs his chin. “With all the buttons you pushed, it’s possible that you sent us to a branch instead of a projection of your history. I’ll take a look at it.”
“Loki.” Signy eyes him carefully. They take him in with warm, red eyes that crackle with the hearth. 
“Heyyy…Signy.” Loki gestures awkwardly. Mobius snorts. 
“Darling, I apologize. You’re under much pressure.  I shouldn’t add to it.” Signy wraps their arms around Loki’s shoulders and pulls him close. He knows he should derive some comfort from it—he hasn’t been hugged in years—but it feels more like a creature pulling him into its clutches. Their fingers glide over the scar and Loki snatches their hand. 
“I’m…also sorry.” Loki pats their arm awkwardly and tries to worm out of their grip. 
“No need, my blade.” Signy presses in closer, cradling his cheek. Mobius snickers at the nickname off to the side.
“Don’t.” Loki, blushing, points an accusatory finger at Mobius. He holds his hands up, the perfect picture of innocence. 
“I think you’re lovely, but I’m not…your Loki.” He puts his hand over theirs. Their face pinches sharply. The fire kicks up. 
“You are beyond ungrateful. You are mine. I made you.” Signy grips his chin and forces him to look at them. Loki presses his lips into a line. 
“Signy—“
“Perhaps you need a reminder.” They press their hand to Loki’s side, right over the ribs on his right side. He panics and grabs for their hand. A tiny green spark jumps from his fingers, but it cannot stop the pulse of scarlet magic that wriggles deep into his skin. The magic snaps into cords, winding like puppet strings around one of his ribs. 
A strangled sound slips from him before he can stop himself. A terrible, toe-curling tickle—a powerful scritching like the blunt end of a quill over the bone—sends him clutching at Signy’s shoulders for dear life. 
“We are each other’s undoing. There is no you without me.” Signy pulls sharply on the threads of red light and Loki yelps.
“Oh.”
“Mobius—“
“Oh my god.” Mobius makes a noise that can only be described as a squeak of delight. Loki flips him off. 
“Even when I’m right in front of you, you cast your attention elsewhere.” Signy turns Loki’s jaw toward them, eyes darkening possessively, but their lips curl up in that damn smile that had drawn Loki back in over and over. 
There was a time when he’d daydreamed about Signy by his side on the throne. Now, he can’t fathom it. 
“You’re mine, Loki.” Signy tweaks their fingers, manipulating their magic, and Loki chokes down a screech. He laces his fingers into theirs and the magic blissfully vanishes. 
“Yes, yours. Mobius, help.” Loki casts a frantic look in his direction, gesturing at Signy. Mobius makes a ‘stall’ motion, then starts fiddling with the TemPad. 
“Look at me.” Signy pulls sharply on his tie. They sigh deeply, and their edge begins to wane. 
“Thanos has you dreaming of more, my love. I want more for you. But have you not enough here? Am I not enough?” Signy smooths their hands down Loki’s chest. He freezes.
“Thanos?” He asks quietly. Dread sinks into his gut. Signy’s expression softens.
“I know that you crave what you are owed. Your family has robbed you of your birthright. You are meant for greatness, Loki, but not at the cost of his greed. Asgard is yours for the taking. By my hand, you shall have it.” Signy leans their foreheads together. He squirrels away as much of this momentary comfort that he can. 
“Why would you help me?”
“Have you contracted your brother’s oafishness?” Signy playfully holds their hand to his forehead as if checking for fever. “I love you, you fool.” 
“Oh.” He blinks. He looks towards Mobius and finds him with a haunting expression, like some sort of ache had burrowed forth into his face. A suffocating hollowness crawls through Loki’s chest. He swallows thickly. 
“Yes, ‘oh’.” Signy curls their fingers beneath his chin. He laughs softly, involuntarily, and flinches away. Mischief and embers dance in Signy’s eyes. 
“My, you are…handsier than I remember.” Loki twists out of their grip. 
“Can you blame me?” They appear behind him in a scattering of red sparks. Warm hands wrap around his waist, tracing feather-light shapes that seem to burrow into his skin. He chokes on a quiet, suspiciously giggly sound and they light up.
Mobius scoffs and clears his throat loudly. His scowl seems baked into his face, a chilling force against the fireplace. 
“Okay, so I’ve got good news and bad news. Which one do you wanna hear?”
“Bad news first.” Loki wrestles with Signy’s roaming hands. Signy trips and tumbles backward onto the divan, scattering the pillows. They start tugging at Loki to try and get him to follow. 
“Your collar is broken. Kaput. S’probably why your variant was able to escape. TemPad can’t get a read on which one of you is real. You also MemLocked us, which is fascinating—“
“I’m sure it is,” Loki huffs, fighting to leverage Signy under him. Mobius barrels on. 
“MemLock allows us to manipulate a branch as if it were a memory, but the tech is volatile, so we rarely use it. It is neat though. Lets us walk right through as if we were invisible. Shame it ain’t workin’ on you.” Mobius snaps his fingers next to Signy’s face. They don’t seem to notice. 
“And the good news?” 
“I can probably fix it.” Mobius smacks the back of the TemPad and a panel pops out the side of it. He starts fiddling with the components. 
“Probably?” Loki’s voice cracks. 
“Well, I don’t wanna take the wrong Loki back with me. That’d be a fiasco. Though Signy—“ Mobius draws out their name with disdain— “probably wouldn’t even notice.” 
“Jealousy is unbecoming, Mobius.” Loki’s joking, but Mobius’s eyes don’t light up the way they usually do. 
“Y’know, far as I recall, you got yourself stuck in this mess. You should be thanking me for helping you.” Mobius puts his hands in his pockets. He tilts his head with a smile, easy and mischievous. Loki lobs a throw pillow at him.
Mobius punches something into the TemPad and, with a glorious beep, Loki’s collar disengages and clatters to the floor. Mobius scoops up the collar gently, letting the straps dangle between his fingers. 
“I’m keeping track of what you owe me.” His half-smile is somewhat dim. 
“I’d expect nothing less,” Loki breathes. Mobius nods sharply and turns towards the door. 
It’s an unfortunate distraction, one that lets Signy discover they can buckle his knees if they tickle him there, but Loki can think of nothing else but the reflection of the firelight on Mobius’s cheek. 
Mobius ducks quietly into the hall, shutting the chamber door behind him. The stone floors eagerly amplify his footsteps, tired of its own quiet. 
It’s unsettling, this place. People don’t seem to live here as much as they haunt it. Mobius can see how Loki turned out the way he did. It sets loose an ache in him. 
“Stop.” 
Mobius turns around with his hands raised. The variant twirls a dagger in his hands. He’s clad only in a green shirt and soft pants, his feet bare against the cool stone floors. This Loki is duller—he’s exhausted around the eyes in a way Mobius’s Loki isn’t. 
His Loki. Hm.
“Who are you?” 
“I’m afraid that doesn’t concern you, Your Highness,” Mobius says calmly. Loki disappears in a flash of green and reappears behind Mobius. 
“I could have you executed.” Loki’s dagger materializes across the plane of Mobius’s throat. Mobius tips his head back slightly to avoid the sharp edge. 
“I’m not scared of you, Loki.” He says it firmly, even as his skin prickles at the kiss of the blade. 
“Maybe you should be,” he snarls lowly, his lips brushing Mobius’s ear. Mobius flinches away. He kicks himself for it--Loki follows him easily with morbid interest. 
“Aren’t you curious about what I know?” Mobius hums. Silence stretches down the long hall. There’s a suspicious lack of guards in this wing. Is Loki’s chamber not worth protecting?
“You have a…clone of me. Why?” The blade presses in again. Mobius takes a careful, measured breath. 
“He’s my companion. We took a bit of a tumble, ended up in the wrong place.” A smile quirks at Mobius’s lips. Loki doesn’t look as confused as he thought he might—more…thoughtful. 
“Wrong place being?”
“That I can’t tell you. I can tell you that we’re trying to leave. If you don’t mind.” Mobius puts two fingers on the dagger and gently pushes it away from his throat. Loki releases Mobius but keeps his blade leveled at him. He’s tired, so tired, Mobius can see it in his bones. His eyes, dark-rimmed, seem frightened of closing. 
“You, uh…” Mobius pauses, taking in Loki’s twitchiness-- “I noticed you tryin’ to escape your beau in there. Signy, right?”
Loki stiffens at the utterance of their name. The blade remains steadfastly pointed at Mobius’s throat. 
“They ever hurt you?” Mobius clenches his jaw. Loki eyes him warily. 
“No. Never. Never.” The blade wavers with Loki’s voice. “But we don’t…agree on many things.”
“Well, I think you could do better. For the record.” Mobius steps forward—how could he not? But Loki’s knife and hackles meet him. He stops. 
“I’ll be sure to tell them you said so.” The fingers on Loki’s other hand twitch, glowing the faintest green. 
“You fancy making a deal, Your Highness?” Mobius sticks his hands in his pockets. He tries to keep his demeanor light, but he clasps his hand around the collar where it’s hidden. 
“I’m listening.” Loki shifts his fingers on the dagger’s hilt. 
“My Loki and I will distract Signy for you if you stay with us long enough for us to secure an exit.” Mobius jerks a thumb in the direction he came from. Loki follows the movement with his eyes. 
“All you require is my presence?”
“That and preferably that you refrain from using that toothpick of yours. Rather fond of my Loki.” Mobius inclines his head towards the knife. A wealth of emotions flickers across Loki’s face--he’s always been terrible at hiding his feelings, it seems. He tries to steel himself back into something sharp, but it just turns…sad. 
Loki lowers his blade. He loosens his fingers and it falls, but it vanishes before it hits the ground. 
“I agree to your terms.” Loki sniffs sharply, once again locating his arrogance.
“Excellent. Shall we?” Mobius gestures. Loki nods. They stroll back towards the bedchamber, relishing in the quiet comfort of their footsteps falling in line. 
“What are you to him? To me?” Loki’s voice goes soft. Mobius is usually quite adept at compartmentalizing, but it escapes him at this moment. 
“I’m not sure.” Mobius swallows. It’s easier not to think about it. 
“But you’re fond of him, as you said.” Loki sweeps closer, a familiar teasing grin playing across his lips. 
“I am.” Mobius huffs. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“The honor’s all yours, mortal.” Loki tilts his head, his smile growing wider. Mobius rolls his eyes. 
Mobius opens the door for the variant and they’re greeted by a wall of noise. Loki screams bloody murder and Signy yells over him in Asgardian, their sharp fingernails plucking at his ribs. They’ve switched positions, with Signy expertly pinning and tickling Loki down into the divan. 
The variant snickers, covering his mouth to hide it, but Mobius’s ears have long-since been tuned to his partner’s laugh. Interestingly enough, Signy looks up too. They furrow their brow as if searching for something, eyes glazing right past their variant, and then return to taking Loki apart.
An idea prickles at the back of Mobius’s mind. 
“You.” Loki shouts from the tip of his toes. His hair is a frizzy, disheveled mess. The variant goes to run, but Mobius scruffs him by the collar.
“You okay over there?” Mobius calls. Loki’s red face grows redder. He points angrily at the variant. 
“Come take your place, you sniveling little brat—“ Loki hisses, but he’s cut off by Signy tickling his waist. The most hysterical little giggles slip free and he buckles under them. 
“I’m afraid I can’t help you. That weakness is your plague to bear, not mine.” The variant’s regret is all mocking. 
It’s a stupid idea, but it’s an insistent one—the longer Mobius gazes at this variant, the more he finds that he can’t let it go.
“Sorry, just to clarify—you’re not ticklish?” Mobius doesn’t bother to hide his amusement. The variant eyes him stubbornly. 
“No. I’m not a child.” Oh, but like with every Loki, his eyes betray him. 
“Well, that’s a shame.” Mobius regards him thoughtfully. The variant turns a lovely pink. “Then, would you mind asking Signy to release my friend? Seeing as they pose no threat to you.”
Mobius crowds in closer. The variant pulls his dagger. Mobius tuts at him and pushes it away. The dagger’s point makes gentle, insistent contact with his stomach.
“This wasn’t part of the deal,” the variant snaps, but Mobius stands before him un-stabbed. 
“Sure it was. I said we would distract Signy.” Mobius smirks. “Just never said that you were part of the distraction.”
God, Loki is really rubbing off on him. 
“I’ve been told I’m quite stabbable, if you’re not amenable.” Mobius gestures to the dagger between them. The variant shifts his fingers on the hilt. 
“D-Don’t you dare touch him!” Loki pipes up through gritted teeth. He’s managed to pin Signy underneath him, but judging by his twitching, they’re not quite done with him.
Mobius grins at him. Loki makes an endearing little pinchy face and refuses to meet his eyes. The variant takes the chance to try and slink away, but Mobius grabs his wrist. The dagger disappears in a flare of green sparks. 
In a slick maneuver, Mobius loops the collar around the variant’s neck and it magnetically fastens. It beeps in confirmation of acquiring its target. 
“What is this?” He hisses, tugging at it. He flexes his fingers, calling for the dagger, and nothing happens.
“Just a bit of insurance. Now, would you like to deal with them—“ Mobius gestures to where Signy is wreaking havoc— “or me?” 
“I’m sure there’s a third option.” The variant chuckles almost nervously. His eyes dart around for an escape. 
“Oh, no. I don’t think so.” Mobius sighs deeply, as if it pains him. The variant’s eyes widen, and—
There it is. A flicker of thrill. 
“If you think you can stand to a god, I welcome you to try.” The variant spreads his arms wide. Mobius puts his hands on his hips. He’s never considered himself a particularly great fighter, but he prides himself on knowing his targets well. For example, he knows that nearly every Loki lacks small-scale patience. If he just waits…
The variant snarls and charges. Mobius ducks past him and loops his arms around his torso. 
Any Loki is deadly with or without their magic, but thankfully Mobius doesn’t have to worry about killing him. Or harming him at all, for that matter.
The variant lets out a confused, almost-offended squeak, like a kitten being bested. Before he can speak, Mobius starts clumsily tickling him. The resulting stilted laughter is interspersed with threats he can’t understand--both for being peppered with giggles and incoherent Asgardian. The variant tries to headbutt him in a way that doesn’t seem entirely on purpose. Mobius dodges predictable flying elbows and waits.
Over on the divan, Loki’s mostly given up. He’s wheezing more than anything, more focused on hiding himself from view than doing anything helpful. The quiet allows for the variant’s patchwork laughter to carry, just as Mobius hoped. He folds on a particularly powerful guffaw and Mobius follows him with a snort. S’cute, sometimes, the ways in which they’re the same. 
Signy’s gaze snaps up. Loki squirms out from underneath them and darts to the other side of the room, clutching his side. He makes eye contact with Mobius. His gaze is so full of sheer fondness that Mobius has to look away. 
“Why are you looking at me like that?” The variant tries to back up. Mobius squeezes his side and he yelps.  
“How’d you get over there?” Signy narrows their eyes. 
“Suppose I’m quicker than you.” The variant falls immediately into his role, ever the Loki. Mobius curls his finger into the collar and it disengages. The variant whirls on him, but then Signy starts to stalk across the room. 
“We’ll see about that, love.” Signy’s tongue curls sharply around the word. The variant bolts for the door. Signy laughs and chases after them. Their footsteps echo down the empty hall and carry them both from sight. 
A wave of green magic slams the door shut so hard that it rattles in its frame. Loki hefts a bookshelf in front of the door, then a heavy chest, then about every piece of furniture he’s capable of moving in the room. He slumps down onto the divan with a heavy sigh. Mobius hovers by his side, shoving his hand in his pocket so he doesn’t start fiddling with the disheveled bits of Loki’s appearance. 
“Well, come on then.” Loki bares his throat with an impatient gesture. There’s an imprinted red line where the collar usually sits. Mobius runs his thumb over it, gently, and Loki scrunches his nose with a smile. The sight is so lovely that Mobius spaces out a bit. 
“You are cruel and terrible, you know that?” Loki grumbles. Mobius remembers himself and tries not to savor the brush of Loki’s jaw against his fingers. He holds the transmitter box of the collar to Loki’s throat, scooting it around a bit in search of a signal. Loki twitches. 
“Mmm, just the worst. Stay still, will ya?” He huffs. Something in Loki’s collar clicks and the TemPad chirps a jolly tune. Both of them sigh in relief. 
Mobius punches in a few things and the familiar orange door opens up before them. He looks down at the collar in his hand, then shoves it deep into his pocket. Loki makes a soft noise. 
“Why?” He blinks almost innocently. Mobius swallows. 
“You wanna go back or not?” He juts his thumb towards the portal. Loki pulls him through as if it’s going to disappear. 
They have duties to complete, but living so many years in a day has thoroughly eroded what tiny sense of duty Loki has. His mind is abuzz with various iterations of he trusts me--a new and exciting thought--and it leaves him with zero desire to do anything but sit in Mobius’s presence like a flower in the sun. 
So, when Mobius heads for the library, Loki hooks their arms together and drags them towards the cafeteria. Responsible grumbling turns into fond chuckles, and soon enough, they’re assembling God's mistake: frozen yogurt.
They enjoy their spoils on a bench deep in the massive sprawl of the TVA. The complex sprawls out infinitely before them, twinkling in the abyss. It’s a prettier sight than this place deserves, but Loki can only pay attention to the unnatural strawberry hue of Mobius’s lips. 
“This is awful,” Mobius laughs, cringing through a spoonful of frozen-solid chocolate chips. 
“It’s perfect. Completely mediocre in every way. Humanity’s only worthwhile creation.” Loki bites a gummy worm in half with a smile. He offers the other half to Mobius and he takes it.
Loki thinks of Signy, of the look of muddled pain on Mobius’s face through the entire back half of their misadventure, and he cringes. Mobius pauses in picking at his froyo. 
“Brainfreeze?” 
“No, not quite. I want to…apologize, Mobius.” Loki fiddles with his fingers. He looks up just in time for the back of Mobius’s hand to gently slap against his forehead, as if checking for fever. 
“You? Apologize? Maybe I did bring back the wrong Loki.”
“Hilarious, you bastard.” Loki rolls his eyes and bats away the hand. 
“Well, don’t let me get in the way of history. Say your piece.” Mobius sweeps his hands out. Loki turns to straddle the bench, facing him fully. He leans his back against the wall. The cold of the concrete leeches through his shirt. 
“Earlier, things got…out of hand. I hoped if I showed you my past, you might find some detail, some tiny minutiae that would set me apart from the other variants. But, I suppose nothing you saw surprised you.” Loki runs his fingers over his throat, right where the collar usually sat. He felt lighter without it and, strangely, more exposed. 
“I wouldn’t say that.” Mobius mumbles around a strawberry piece. 
“I spent my life chasing after destiny. Everyone in my family had a grand purpose to fulfill, and I believed mine would be the greatest of all. Now I know that my destiny is to be disposable. The only significant thing I’m part of is the time I’ve spent here with you.” Loki pokes at his froyo with the spoon. Mobius swings to also straddle the bench, grumbling as he does, but it gets Loki’s attention. 
“I’ve got my own confession to make.” Mobius chuckles. “I don’t actually know everything about you.”
“We established this.” Loki scoops up an Oreo piece and pops it in his mouth. 
“Well, yeah, but—“ Mobius makes a series of grand gestures— “I mean, I don’t know everything about you, Loki.”
“Now you’ve said the same thing twice.” Loki frowns. Mobius makes a frustrated little noise.
“Look, you’re different. Sure, your story starts the same as the others, but you overwrote my expectations the moment we met. You are unique. You’re a unique pain in my ass, really, but…you’re a good partner. A great one.” Mobius gestures more with his spoon. 
“Go on.” Loki takes the cherry into his mouth, stem and all. A few moments later, he pulls out the stem—tied in a perfect knot. He smiles at his handiwork. 
“I’m trying to compliment you.” Mobius huffs. 
“I’m aware.” Loki grins teasingly, but the mischief caves easily under a wave of genuine joy. 
“Alright, wise guy.” Mobius narrows his eyes. A flutter of thrill picks up in Loki’s stomach, but no chase ensues. He tries not to be disappointed. 
“What I’m trying to get at—“ Mobius huffs dramatically— “is that it’s not your past that makes you. I’ve always studied you guys in patterns and matrixes. I thought a flip would switch and I’d understand how you fell into my lap instead of any other Loki. But…you defy sense. Turns out, you can bake some drastically different cakes with the same core ingredients.” 
“Careful, Mobius,” Loki says softly, so his traitorous heart doesn’t hear. “I might start to think you’re fond of me.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Mobius smiles. 
“No, we can’t.” Loki’s eyes flit to Mobius’s lips. The air between them pulls taut. Loki scoots forward, bringing their knees to touch. 
“You have something on your face, right here. Terribly distracting.” Loki gestures to his lips. Mobius furrows his brow and pats his face with a TVA-branded napkin. Loki bats his hand aside and kisses him. It’s shorter and tamer than what his heart screams for, but he can’t dive into untested waters. Not yet. Not with something so important. 
Mobius, wide-eyed, follows Loki’s every move. He swallows once, thickly, then clears his throat. Not a single coherent word comes out of his mouth. His eyebrows move in nearly every direction as he tries to string some words together. Loki tips his chin up, catching his eyes. Mobius quiets, succumbing to a lovestruck smile.
“Did you get it?” Mobius gestures to his face. Loki laughs, knocking his head into the wall behind him. Mobius scrambles forward to catch him far too late, but they’re close. Close enough for Loki to see the pink froyo flecks actually hiding in his mustache. He smirks. 
“Hm, only one way to be sure.” He pulls Mobius in by his tie and kisses him like it's the end of times.
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alexthenbee · 3 months
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Hi Tumblr! I wrote a fanfic for Lokius to help our shipping hearts. Spoilers for the season 2 finale
"No!" Shouts Mobius as Loki opens the door to the Loom. He's not sure what he's about to do, but that soft smile Loki sends him can't be a good sign.
"I did it for you, for all of us," Loki explains and turns towards the opening door. He steps out and Mobius runs upstairs to watch through the window. Mobius watches as Loki struggles to reach the destination of the Temporal Loom. With each step, memories come flooding back to the human. He was the first one to see something in Loki. The first one to believe Loki can be more than an evil God of mischief. He recalls all the little stuff. Eating pie together. Doing paperwork together. Riding a two person bike to catch the bad guy. All the little taps they gave each other. This, and this, and this the memories keep flooding Mobius.
Loki reaches the end of the walkway. He has changed. While Mobius was recalling their memories with each step, Loki changed costumes with each step. He's now wearing a fancy green suit with a golden horned helmet. Loki reaches up and uses his magic to destroy the Temporal Loom. Everyone around Mobius goes silent. It's all destroyed... or is it? Lokie grabs at the strands of timeliness. Using magic he fixes them. He carries the timeliness with him. He accepts the burden of holding the timeliness forever. This is his glorious purpose. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
Mobius watches Loki walk away until he couldn't see him anymore.
Afterwards, Mobius couldn't find a reason to stay at the TVA. It used to be the only home he's ever known. Then he met Loki. Perhaps home isn't a place, but it's a person. Maybe Loki was his person. But now Loki is stuck with the burden of keeping the multiverse safe. Mobius is content with just letting time pass.
That is, until he heard a familiar sound of a particular God's magic. In confusion he turned around. "Loki? Is that you?" He asks the raven haired God.
"Sort of," chuckles Loki. "I used my magic to make a clone and I put him in this timeline. I can watch all the timelines, but just watching isn't as exciting."
"I bet. Do you ever get lonely? Watching everyone from afar?"
"I suppose so... but somebody has to take care of the timeliness. I made this decision. I have to deal with the consequences."
Mobius smiles, "Wow. Look at how much you've changed. The Loki that I first met would have been more reluctant to accept such a responsibility. I lo- I'm proud of you."
Loki's breath hitches when Mobius stuttered. He wonders what Mobius would have said. Perhaps it is best to leave it unsaid though. "Thanks, Mobius. So how is the world? What have you been up to?"
"Same old. I finally bought a jetski. It's fantastic! I took it out on the lake and I had a ton of fun." Mobius doesn't say that he felt like he was missing something on his ride.
"That's great! I'm happy to hear you had fun."
"Yeah. Hey um... I was wondering if I could maybe help out somehow. Or just sit around with you and keep you company."
"Mobius, that's a kind offer. But I have to say no. I don't want you to be forced to help me with this burden. I have to do it on my own."
"See that's where I think you're wrong. You don't have to carry that burden alone. And I wouldn't be forced to do it. I'm offering and making a decision just as you did."
Loki stays silent for a moment thinking. "Fine. But if you want to leave just let me know."
The gray haired man smiles, "sure thing."
Mobius goes to Loki. He looks at the timelines in awe. It resembles yggdrasil, the tree of life in Norse mythology. He walks towards the tree and sees Loki on his throne. In green mist a second throne appears on Loki's right. "Wow. Loki this is amazing!"
The God chuckles, "thanks Mobius. I took inspiration from home."
"I can see this," Mobius smiles and sits in the throne designated for him.
The two sit in comfortable silence for a moment. Mobius grabs some timlines from Loki's hand and holds them for him. Then Loki speaks up. "Earlier you said you were proud of me. But you were going to say something else. What was it?"
"Oh. You caught onto that? I forget how observant you are," Mobius chuckles. Loki smiles softly but waits for Mobius to answer the question. "I love you, Loki. I always have."
Loki looks affectionately at the silver haired man. "Really? Even when I first arrived at the TVA? Or when I was a villain?"
"Yes. Even then. I knew that you had potential to become a kind God. I've always had faith in you."
"Thanks, Mobius. You have no idea how much that means to me. I love you as well."
"For all time," Mobius smirks. He will love Loki until the Earth stops spinning and the timelines cease to exist.
"Always," Loki smirks back. He'll always love Mobius. In any other timeline they would meet and fall in love, he was sure of it. Their love is ineffable. Something that is certain in every universe.
The two men smile at each other. They hold hands and stare out at the beautiful, vast universe. Maybe this glorious purpose doesn't have to be fulfilled alone after all.
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lokiusly · 3 months
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Lokius coded: miss minutes play “baby I’m yours” by bobby vinton
Baby I’m yours,
And I’ll be yours,
Until the sun no longer shines.
In other words—
until I die.
until the end of time.
until eternity.
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lokiuspurpose · 4 months
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I love lokius because they’re all cautious touches to check if the other is alright, balancing each other when one of them loses their footing, and reaching out for each other until the very end of time- and I’m all here for it.
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melodyfsoul1 · 5 months
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Okay Loki S2 E5 Reaction/ Review Time
SPOILERS AHEAD BEWARE
"Science / Fiction"
OH MY GOD THAT TITLE
I cant believe I was right about all of them being scattered across different time line branches, Loki having to get his friends back and them not having memories of him :O
Also the fact that the fans predicted Casey to be a dangerous / criminal because he was always so gentle in the TVA and then we see him breaking out of freaking Alcatraz?! And the fish references too XD
B15 being a Doctor was so freaking wholesome, she really just wants to help people whetevee she is :D
OB being a Scifi Author and Scientist was just perfect XDDDD
AND WE FINALLY GOT MOBIUS ON A JETSKI THIS IS A WIN FOR THE FANDOM
And again, the fact that the fans immediately predicted that Mobius was a (single) dad in his life, because they spotted a couple toys in front of the house in the mid season trailer :D
(I could literally hear the fanfiction authors melt into a puddle at the potential of Loki x single dad Mobius XD)
And the fact that he isnt just a Dad, no he is a SINGLE FATHER of TWO SONS
The freaking parallel of Mobius' two sons and young Thor & Loki?!
One being a lil mischievous prankster and the other (most likely the older) one who has to keep him out of trouble?! And the fact that he said he loves snakes?!?! That is just straight up a Thor reference?!
No wonder Mobius knows how to deal with people like Loki XD
But as much as I like the parallel of the two sons, I also feel kinda weird about what it could imply for Mobius, like does that mean he is supposed to be a mirror or opposite of Odin? A version of a dad that didnt mess up with their parenting? That this is why Loki feels drawn to Mobius? Is that what we were supposed to conclude from that?
I know we joke about Loki liking older men, and of course Loki has his daddy issues, but if Mobius is an opposite of Odin then what does that mean for Lokius?
Now to some more lore related stuff:
Can I just say that the spaghettification effect is absolutely terrifying?!?! (as stupid as it may sound) Seeing people get spaghettified fills me with just as much dread as the Dusting from the Snap, but it is so much more horrifying because it looks so brutal compared to how "gentle" the Dusting effect is....
Then Loki & Sylvie's talk about being selfish, about their own wants & needs
"Whats wrong with wanting sth?" -  she asks Loki, but in reality, has Loki ever gotten anything he truly desired? (At least L1130 hasnt, man went straight from the Events of Thor 1, to Thanos to the New York attack, he was never able to mend his relationship with Thor or find friends...)
Now... Sylvie, she still frustrates me.... I do get that she wants a life, but you cant just stab or ignore your way out of everything... plus their world is still ending as a matter fact...
It literally took her fav lil branch getting wiped out, to realize that she was wrong, that Loki was right all along, and that was AFTER she had just convinced Loki to give up his quest... because "wanting his friends back" would make him just as "selfish" as her wanting a life... But the difference is, that while Sylvie would chose her life, instead of helping fix everything, ignoring the casualties it brings, Loki would be self sacrificial enough to give up his own needs, which he literally was about to do, until Sylvie got back because she finally wanted to help avoid the impending doom that threatened to destroy them all.
I think we all kinda knew Loki's drive wasnt necessarily saving the TVA, but wanting/ needing his friends back and wanting to keep them save, but Loki actually admitting that he "wants his friends back, that he doesnt want to be alone"
THAT BROKE ME
Especially with the motive of "no one deserves to be alone" but the Lokis only ever having themselves to find comfort, and if they tried to change that, the TVA showed up to prune them, loneliness was literally what drove Classic Loki out of his hiding and into the arms of the TVA.
And Loki saying "Without them (his friends), where do I belong?"
I didnt know it was possible, but that broke me even more... he just wants a place where he is wanted and safe...
Then the time slipping, Loki being able to Control it?! IS THAT HOW THE MCU INTRODUCES LOKI BEING A WORLD WALKER?!
Loki realizing "Its not about the when, where or why. Its about the Who" (god that part was so sweet, right in the FEELS, it was so over for me, my heart cant take much more of this)
And finally Loki chosing to rewrite "The Story"... actually "Play God" thats now full confirmation of Loki God of Stories right?! RIGHT?! I wanna see my boy, God of Stories Loki is one of my Fave Lokis :DDDD
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sunflowerdigs · 4 months
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Every time someone tells us that Loki and Mobius are just platonic like it's written in stone, I think of Chandler and Monica (RIP Matthew Perry), who were very, very platonic for many years...until they were very much not. And...the world didn't end? Everything was fine? In fact, funny story, their relationship actually got better. Almost like romance generally doesn't kill, erase, or ruin a close friendship, it enhances it.
So...why couldn't the same be true of Lokius? Why do they have to stop at friendship?
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