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[env0]

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[talesofesther]

what once was mine | ch 7

Loki x Reader

Series Summary: When watching what once was supposed to be the rest of his life, in an empty room in the TVA, Loki sees someone he can't recognize; a girl who's all tenderness and loose smiles, and most importantly, she was smiling at him.

A/N: I apologize in advance lol.

Masterlist | Read ch 6 here

Your feet buried in the sand, just inches from the gentle waves crashing to shore. You could smell the salt in the air, feel it on your skin as the wind carried droplets of water until it reached you. The sun kissed the horizon of the ocean beside you, painting the waves in streaks golden.

This was possibly your favorite thing about New Asgard, the ocean.

Or, second favorite, you thought, as you squeezed the hand holding your own.

"And Thor wouldn't listen to me, of course," Loki continued the story, his feet burying in the sand just as yours did. One of his hands interlocked with yours, the other holding his shoes. "Not until the whole tent came crashing down on him."

You giggled, the soft wind carried your laughter and messed up your hair, "Thor never was the brightest at learning our 'contraptions', as he would call them."

"No, I guess not," Loki mused, a smile of his own lingering on his lips.

You looked up at him then, watching as the fading sunlight reflected against his bright eyes and shaped the curves of his smile. You'd never tire of the sight, of him by your side.

"You should come with us next time," Loki suggested, apparently just as lost in you as you were in him.

"Camping?" You raised a brow.

Loki nodded, stopping in his tracks. He dropped his shoes to the sand without a second thought, so he could take hold of both your hands. "You'd make it better."

His voice, however, began to sound far away. You frowned, looking around as the golden sunlight seeped away, making room for a grey and stormy sky. The wind picked up speed, cutting into your skin like needles. The sea, once calm and serene, now raged and thundered against the shoreline.

"You always do." Suddenly, Loki's voice was nothing but an echo.

You didn't have time to hold him tighter before his hands were snatched away from yours.

Stumbling forward, you tried running after him, but the sand began to swallow your feet. Panic settled into your chest and got your heart racing.

You looked up, but you shouldn't have.

His eyes were bloodshot, his feet held off the ground as he struggled against the bruising grip on his neck. When Loki looked into your eyes, tears were running down both your cheeks. Blood trailed down his mouth as he choked for a breath. "Run," it was a plea, so quiet and weak past his lips.

The last thing you heard was a sickening crack.

You woke up with a scream lingering on your lips, sitting up on your bed and already clawing at your chest for the air that you desperately needed yet couldn't get a hold of. You didn't know if you were sobbing or coughing, perhaps a bit of both.

The tears were non-stop, dripping down your chin and dampening the collar of your pajama shirt. You threw the covers away from your body, feeling trapped on your skin. Burying your head on your trembling hands, you did your best to try and catch your breath.

It had been a while since you've had a nightmare this haunting.

─── ·❆· ───

You felt numb. The day began and you couldn't feel anything besides the emptiness in your chest. Foolishly, you had thought you'd finally outgrew the bad memories, the grief. You wondered if you ever would.

As you walked through the hallways of the TVA, you thought back to yesterday; to the rain, the northern lights, and him. He who had those same dark curls, those same bright eyes, and alabaster skin that you saw in your dreams and nightmares. Each day it became harder and harder to believe the lie you insisted on telling yourself.

As if on cue, you heard the stomping of someone running to catch up with you.

"Good morning," Loki greeted, just a tad out of breath as he fell into step beside you.

You closed your eyes for a moment after hearing his voice. Gulping down the lump in your throat, you nodded without looking at him. "Morning."

Loki noticed, he felt the shift in the mood, heard it in your tone. You know he did, because he hesitated. "Um-" He tried to start; you could perfectly picture his eyes being unable to find a place to focus even if you weren't looking.

"I've been thinking," he tried again, and you could hear the tentative smile on his words, "For the next time you manage to borrow Mobius' tempad, I- I have a place I would like to show you, if you'd like."

There were tears brimming in your eyes. You weren't sure why. Maybe because this was such a Loki way for him to try and ask you out. Maybe because you could feel your heart melting for him as it found its home again after being in the cold for so long, and that terrified you.

"Yeah…" You cursed under your breath when your voice came out broken and strained. You cleared your throat. "I don't know when he'll let me borrow it again, so," you shrugged, quickening your steps, "I guess we'll see."

Loki fell behind just for the time it took for him to mull over your words. It didn't take much effort for him to match your pace again. "Yes, of course."

The sadness dripping from his voice made your heart clench. You didn't want to hurt him. But you didn't want to hurt yourself either.

Finally reaching your desk in your secluded nook of the library, you immediately busied yourself with threading over the fresh stack of documents resting on top of it. Pointedly avoiding Loki's concerned look.

"I can help you with those," Loki suggested, already reaching for a spare chair.

"You really don't have to," You tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, turning on your table lamp.

"I want to," he told you with that softness reserved for you only. "We can finish it twice as fast and maybe stop for tea-"

"Loki, stop!" You suddenly snapped, finally turning to look at him. "Can you just leave me alone for one goddamn second?" You hadn't meant for your voice to come out as harsh as it did.

Loki lowered his head so you weren't able to see the pang of hurt in his eyes. His hand went limp as he slowly let go of the chair. Still, he took a step closer to you and asked; "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

Of course he would be able to tell. Of course he'd put your pain above his own.

You surrendered the facade with a sigh, and a single tear rolled down your cheek. "I keep seeing…" It was difficult to think of it, let alone say it. You closed your eyes. "The day I lost him, I- I keep seeing it over and over. Even after all this time."

You had gotten better, for a while, keeping busy in the TVA had somewhat helped. But you knew you only buried the feeling, never dealt with it. And then Loki—this Loki, the one who would be yours—found his way to you, and everything crumbled again. Those bright eyes of his were still the same you've always known, after all; and between the memories you had together that only you had lived, and the way his soul tangled with yours as if they never parted, you didn't know what to feel.

Your chin wobbled and a sob fell past your lips. "And I just want it to stop hurting… I just him back."

Seeing you like this, it hurt. Loki took half a step closer to you, his glassy eyes gauging every twitch of your muscles. If you told him to leave, he would, even if it's the last thing he wanted. Your pain pierced his soul like an arrow, tearing and making it bleed. More than anything, he found himself only wanting you to be okay.

No names were needed. Loki knew, just from the way you were adamantly refusing to look at him; he knew you were talking about… him.

Carefully, testing tentative waters, Loki reached for one of your hands. He held his breath when you tensed as his skin touched yours. His fingers closed gingerly around your wrist and he pulled your hand up with a gentleness he didn't know he was capable of.

You let him. You weren't sure why, but you did.

Loki brought your hand to rest above his chest, flat against his beating heart, and held it there, with his own hand still grasping yours tightly. He hesitated. He was afraid, he realized. Afraid of losing you.

Only when Loki opened his lips to speak, did he taste his own tears that had fallen. "I'm here." It was nothing but a breath. "I promise. I'm here." He tried, it was all he could give you; himself.

You clutched the fabric of his shirt, fingers shaking. You leaned your forehead against his shoulder as another sob escaped you. As the waves pulled you under.

In a place out of time, time stood still. For a precious second, only you and him existed.

You looked up after what felt like an eternity, your lips hovering as you struggled to hold his gaze. "But you're not him." The half smile that stretched the tear tracks on your cheeks held nothing but sorrow.

As if ripping apart a piece of his soul, Loki reluctantly let go of your hand. "What is it you have against me?" He whispered, pleaded.

You'd never seen him this vulnerable. His ocean eyes glimmered under the dim artificial lights of the library, eyebrows pulled softly together in what looked more like loss than confusion.

"And what is it you have with me?" You found yourself whispering back, just as desperate. "For you, we never met." Your voice broke and then dripped with frustration, "You have nothing to lose. So what is it that you want from me?"

It was selfish to put the blame on him, just because he brought back the same warmth you've been missing for so long. But you were hurting, and broken things tend to have sharp edges.

Loki's lips hovered open and he shifted his gaze down, almost as if ashamed. He held the silence for a beat longer. "I guess I just…" He stopped, and forced himself to look into your eyes. "I saw how much you loved your Loki… I think I was jealous, and I was selfish, for wanting the same thing he was lucky enough to have." His smile was that of someone who knew when he'd lost. "You."

All emotion drained from your face. It felt like a bucket of icy water being dropped on top of you.

Had Loki actually fallen in love with you?

For a moment you wondered if, in every reality and every lifetime, you were destined to fall for each other. As the universe's own twisted version of soulmates.

You would've laughed at such a sweet thought, if it hadn't just made your heartbeat skyrocket. Because deep down, you knew you'd fallen for him as well. Again. As you always knew you would.

In every lifetime. As you promised you would.

And it terrified you, because what if you were destined to fall, yet also destined to lose?

"I'm sorry," you breathed, tasting the salt of your tears on your lips. You took staggered steps away from Loki. "I'm sorry, I- I can't."

I'm sorry, I don't know if I can pick myself back up if I ever lose you again. So I'd rather not have you at all.

"Please, I-" Loki started, yet he didn't know what he was pleading for.

But you shook your head vehemently. "I need," your voice stumbled, "I'm sorry- I just need a moment alone."

You turned around then, walking away and taking Loki's heart with you. His eyes refused to watch you leave again, luckily he had tears to blur the memory.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Ch 8 coming soon.

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[fla-t-line]

I have an idea I hope you might want to materialize. Loki is having a nightmare in his quarters at the TVA and Mobius hears him and comes in to comfort him. Also matching TVA branded pajamas? Just a thought ;) Love you! <3

I made an attempt ; x ;

#aaa #lokius #loki #myart #fanart

[janovavalen]

✧IN ANOTHER LIFE. || loki laufeyson x fem!reader

summary: when loki needed to be comforted he found a timeline where his longtime wife y/n was alive so he could be grounded in this time of need, craving for her touch.

word count: 1511

warnings: pregnant reader! i repeat, pregnant reader, different timeline, a country life, reader obvi not knowing loki is impersonating….himself?, hurt/comfort<3

as the TVA slowly came to its downfall, loki, mobius and their friends all found there was possibly no other way to do things.

loki has manipulated his powers of skipping through time over, and over and over and every single time they went just how they did the first. loki was failing to believe there was hope in anything that existed.

while he sat with his hands on his head and his elbows sitting up on the desk in front of him he stressed and turned and pulled his mind to try his hardest to think of things while he still had plenty of time to save everyone.

mobius happened to walk in as he saw loki with nothing but the look of stress and couldn’t help but try and interfere.

‘so…what’s going on? why the long face’ he mumbled while pulling out the chair to sit next to loki who looked over at him with a small smile.

‘nothing…just trying to somehow understand…make sense of this all? understand what to do and how to change it’ he admitted. placing his hands down onto the desk as mobuis watched him.

‘well…sometimes things can’t be changed? sometimes things don’t have a answer and are better left without one…’ mobius told him while he always seemed like he tried to convince himself of his words.

‘no but…there’s always a way. there always is, i know it—‘

‘why do you believe that so strongly?’

‘because she told me so—‘ loki stressed, his forehead forming their lines of stress.

‘who?’

‘y/—‘ just as he said her name and thought of her face he cousins help but think of other things. was is possible that she was somehow still alive? on another timeline?

‘mobuis!’ loki hurried to turn to him, who gave a wide-eyed expression.

‘yes?’

‘i have to see her…she can help me—she will understand!’ loki hurried to stand up, taking out his tempad and switching though different timelines.

‘whoa—loki, you can’t just—‘

‘i’ll be back! i promise i just—i really need to see her, okay? i really need to’ loki silently begged mobuis who was slowly trying to believe and accept his decision. once he came with a conclusion he nodded with a sigh.

‘go ahead…and be right back!’

‘i will!’ loki yelled before looking up to see the yellow door.

once he walked through, Mobius stood by and waited.

‘i will!’ loki yelled before looking up to see the yellow door.

once he walked through, Mobius stood by and waited.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

just behind that yellow door in a wooden home with the beautiful view of trees, tall grass and even some horses. loki looked around a bit shocked to say the least, the y/n he knew from universes ago said she’d quote—

‘never live on a countryside cabin because it reminds me of the scary movie of cabin in the woods where everyone dies’

loki thought it was a bit funny but he didn’t beg her to move out of the city.

hesitantly loki shifted his clothes into something more simple and cleared his throat before combing his fingers through his hair.

walking up onto the wooden porch that was very spacious, it held two wooden rocking chairs and a small table in the middle of it with a cup of tea that looked to be recently drunk out of.

looking at the screen door that was followed with another door on the other said he opened the screen door and knocked on it.

heavily breathing with nothing but nervousness he cleared his throat again and waiting. he even heard a dog bark as he waited for the door to open. and oh boy—once it did.

another you came from behind the screen door with pajama pants on and a cropped shirt that looked a bit tight, as he looked down your figure he noticed a very prominent swollen belly.

you were pregnant?

‘loki? what are you doing here? I thought you just left?’ you wondered as you opened the door for him with a warm smile on your face.

he didn’t know what to say, he hasn’t talked to you since you left the avengers due to personal reasons. loki had knew where you were but didn’t want to bother you.

‘yes, i…well, i just thought i wanted to talk to you more’ he smiled down at you as you smiled and softly laughed with a shake of your head.

‘your so sweet, but we’ve talked all day—‘

‘i want to talk more’ he shrugged while you just laughed it off.

‘okay well; i was about to make dinner and your favorite dessert with some ice cream and (f/s) for the baby because she is every spoiled even before being born can your believe it?’ you laughed as you walked to the kitchen.

your little walk made him smile a bit at the fact the other you said you’d never get pregnant in a million years because life are little demons.

‘well, we need to give her any and everything she wants to stay happy, including you of course—‘

‘including me! that’s so sweet’ you teased once more with a tilt of your head and a smile.

he let the room fall silent for a bit before he remembered what was going on in the other world. sighing as he sat down in a chair you had noticed his face fall from his smile. frowning your eyebrows you walked over to him with bread in your hand as you ate it.

‘what’s wrong?’ you asked him while placing your hand down onto his face, soothingly moving your thumb under his eye.

he felt himself crumble, immediately. moving his head forward to press onto the side of your body he held his face there and let his arms hug your waist. you had felt his shoulder shake a bit which you immediately stuffed the rest of your bread into your mouth and sat onto his lap to completely wrap your arms around his shoulder.

‘oh, oh no—what’s wrong?’ you concerningly asked while hugging him as tight at you could without your stomach becoming smashed into him.

‘i don’t know? it’s just…i can’t think straight anymore like i used to and i don’t know what to do. the life i want seems to not want me and i can’t understand what i need to do’ he sighed while laying into you completely.

frowning your eyebrows and letting your eyes show sadness you shook your head a bit, forcing his head up gently.

‘you do know what to do loki. you know exactly what to do. how do i know? because i know you. i know that you always figure a way out and through, you always know what needs to be done and you know what is in store for you. your life is yours to shape, fate isn’t real, not with you around’ you smiled sadly as he let a tear drop.

leaning forward with nothing to say he let his lips smash against yours with nothing but love and passion. you were quick to reciprocate as you held the back of his head. letting your hand play through his hair.

he let himself fall into your neck as he inhaled your scent and hugged you tighter once more. giving him a kiss on the head as he closed his eyes, loki felt himself in complete comfort and control of his mind once more.

he didn’t want to leave. he never wanted to leave. maybe he could just send the loki you know and married into the portal and keep him there. letting the idea cross his mind he sighed and knew it was probably time to go since mobius was waiting with a open portal door in your yard.

sighing before he stood up he held your hand in his—‘i have to go back to where i said i was going…i’ve got to get that stuff we need—‘

‘ugh yes! before you do please please please! get the pickles with the cheese and hot sauce? i’ve been craving it since last night!’ you whined while holding your chin against his chest and looking up at him. he laughed and nodded while leaving down to hold your face between his hands and kissing your lips passionately once more.

you gave a smile before he walked out the door.

‘bye! come back as soon as you can okay? i need that food and a back massage’ you teased but with seriousness before winking as he nodded and let you shut the door.

when you did he sighed and closed his eyes to process what happened and how you’ve had a baby on the way. realistically speaking, the baby was his as well, so he thought of ways to come back and see the baby.

before he left of course he made the pickles, cheese and hot sauce appear on the pouch near the door for the other loki who may not have gotten the food you wanted.

walking to the portal, loki saw mobius who grinned.

‘get what you needed?’

‘of course, and i knew what we need to do, let’s go’

.

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki series #tom hiddleston #marvel #x reader #pregnant

[art-ro-vert]

If Loki is allowed to wear pajamas, I want Sylvie to wear this while sitting on the Time Throne!

But honestly I would have preferred to see Sylvie take the Throne, and Loki to rebuild the TVA with Mobius and the power of “friendship” 🏳️‍🌈

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[hikikomorialice]

Hot Topic and Box Lunch each have a couple merch items for sale ahead of Season 2:

Marvel Loki Figural Horns Mini Backpack, BoxLunch Exclusive - $79.90

Pre-order for mid to late August.

Marvel Loki TVA Handbook Crossbody Bag - $39.90

Hot Topic pre-order for release late July.

Marvel Loki Doodle Icons T-Shirt, BoxLunch Exclusive - $32.90

Available now and currently 20% off with code BLGIFTS

and finally

Marvel Loki Pie Pajama Pants - $24.90

Also available now from Hot Topic and 20% off with code HTDEAL

And that last one has me pretty curious - why the pie? Why does it say 'Enjoy "1 SLICE"' like that?

It had better have something to do with season 2, or I'm just confused! lol

EDIT: Just saw the trailer and the pie IS in S2! All makes sense in the world!

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[mimisempai]

The President and the Clerk - 5

Chapter Summary:

Prez goes shopping, Casey comes out of his fishbowl and Loki plays matchmaker

On AO3

Casey had just finished mixing the pancake batter and was heating a small knob of butter in the pan.

Even though it was the weekend, he was up early, but that didn't stop him from indulging in pancakes like he did every Saturday, because he liked to treat himself from time to time.

His gaze slid towards the room from which there was still no sound. Like the day before when he had woken up, he had been able to see that Prez was sleeping soundly.

As he poured the first ladle of batter into the pan, he thought back to the discussion he had had with Loki when they had picked up the trays in the cafeteria the day before.

"Loki, why is it that when I told you that Prez was sound asleep you said that it was interesting?" 

Loki smiled and replied, "You should know that we Loki cannot sleep in the company of people we don't trust."  

"You mean...?" 

Loki nodded. 

However Casey couldn't help but retort, "Yeah, but you and he keep denying that you're similar, so maybe that doesn't mean anything to him." 

Loki smiled at him again, "Trust me Cas, when it comes to survival instincts we are all the same. Prez trusts you, I am sure of it. And don't look at me like that, after all you were quick to earn my trust, my friend." 

Even now, he found it still hard to believe that this was true. But he could see with his own eyes that even when he had moved and gotten up this morning,  Prez had not moved an inch. Could it be that he really was worthy of the god's trust?

He was brought out of his reverie by the object of his thoughts coming into the kitchen. He flipped a pancake and turned to the counter where Prez had just sat.

Still in his pajamas, this time, fortunately for Casey's peace of mind, he had put on a t-shirt. Which didn't stop him from finding Prez adorable with his hair still in disarray and his sleepy look when he greeted him.

"Morning Casey." 

"Good morning,Prez."

Prez inhaled through his nose, "It smells amazing. It's actually what brought me here. What do you cook?"

Casey started another pancake, then explained, "Pancakes. It's one of the few pleasures I allow myself on my days off and since making it for two isn't more work, you'll get some too." 

Casey winked at him before flipping the pancake.

When his gaze fell on Prez again, he saw him wince and hold his bandaged wrist. Hurriedly, Casey  put the glass of water and the pill he had prepared in front of the god.

Prez smiled with gratitude before swallowing the pill and glass of water.

Casey finished preparing the pancakes then slid three onto Prez's plate in front of him and three for himself. 

He asked, "Coffee?"

Prez nodded again. Casey served them each a cup, put the rest of the pancakes in the middle of the counter before sitting down.

As he sipped his coffee, he watched over his cup as Prez tasted the first bite.

"Hmmm." hummed Prez before continuing with his mouth full, "This is delightful." Casey watched with pleasure and a little pride as he tasted the next bite and said softly, "Glad you like it."

"It's terrible, you're going to make me addicted. I'll never want to leave."

Casey ignored the pang his heart made but couldn't help but think, then don't leave. 

He forced himself to think about something else and changed the topic, "So, do you have plans for today yet?"

"I was wondering where and how I could get some clothes."

"Well I get my clothes in the commercial wing of the TVA, but I think Loki is going somewhere else. If you want, after breakfast, we can call him and ask."

Prez nodded enthusiastically, "Loki's clothes fit and he doesn't have too bad taste, but I'd like to have something of my own."

He swallowed another bite and paused, "But wait, how am I going to do that, I really have no money. I can't buy anything."

Casey exclaimed, "Didn't Loki and Mobius tell you? The TVA is offering a compensation payment to all the people they wronged."

With his mouth full, Prez smiled and once he had swallowed, he stated, "Wow Casey, if you want to put me in a good mood it's successful. But now I'm also scared."

Casey chuckled, "And of what?"

"Life has proven to me that whenever I am enjoying something, it doesn't last."

Casey could feel the hurt in Prez's voice and said softly, "Well we'll try to make it last this time, ok?" 

Then he added in a lighter tone, "And it's beginning now, here a fourth pancake." and put one on his plate.

As he copiously drizzled syrup over his pancake, Prez replied in a lighter tone as well, "I may be prince of Asgard and Jotunheim, but you are the prince of the TVA, dear Casey."

Casey chuckled into his coffee, "That's the first time anyone has ever called me a prince!" 

Prez looked at him intensely, "Then I'm glad I was the first one to notice."

Casey was glad he had the cup in front of his face so he could hide the blush on his cheeks.

They finished their breakfast in the same spirit, joking slightly. Then Prez cleaned up and put the dishes in the dishwasher. It had only been two days, but the scene gave Casey a sense of domesticity and routine that made him feel warm and fuzzy, and at the same time dread the day he would have to return to his loneliness.

Once again putting these melancholic thoughts aside, he picked up his phone and typed a message.

Hey Loki !

Prez would like to buy some

clothes. Where are you 

buying yours?

C.

Sent 9:00 a.m.

Hi Cas!

I'm going to the New-York 

of Earth-1108.

L.

Received 9:03 am

Thank you for the information.

C.

Sent 9:04 am

Do you want me to 

to go with him?

L.

Received 9:03 am

It would be really

nice of you.

C.

Sent 9:05 a.m.

I accept but with

one condition.

😏

L.

Received 9:03 a.m.

Dreading the worst, Casey nevertheless replied.

Which one?

C.

Sent 9:04 am

That you come 

with us.

L.

Received 9:03 am

Casey threw his temphone on the couch and began to rant, "What a bastard! God of mischief, my ass!"

Prez watched him with a puzzled expression. Casey dropped onto the couch and put his head in his hands. He felt Prez sit down next to him and the god asked, "Hey what's wrong?"

Casey stood up abruptly and, walking up and down, he explained, "It's just that Mister Loki, god of mischief and bullshit, is willing to go with you to earth-1108, where he usually buys his clothes, on the condition that I come with you, even though he knows full well that I-"

He returned to sit next to Prez on the couch and tried to calm down.

Prez, still a little confused, asked, "He knows full well that you what?"

Casey figured if he was going to look pathetic he might as well go all out, so he sighed, "I'm scared to death of getting out of the TVA."

When only silence answered him, he got angry, "Go ahead and laugh. Poor little Casey who knows nothing about life."

He buried his head in his hands, not wanting to see the disappointment on the face of the god.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and Prez's voice saying softly, "Casey, please look at me."

Casey shook his head.

Prez insisted, squeezing his shoulder, "Please."

Casey sighed and lifted his head, turning his eyes to Prez reluctantly.

When he met his gaze, he was surprised to find only compassion and understanding, no disgust, no disappointment, not even a trace of mockery.

He swallowed, unable to say anything.

Prez said softly, "It's just clothes, I don't need to be a fashion victim and at worst I have magic. A few clothes aren't worth the price of your fear."

"But..." 

Casey felt ashamed, depriving Prez of something just because of his angst but Prez stopped him by shaking his head and pulled out his temphone.

He wrote a message.

We will not go.

Thank you for your "help".

P.

Sent 9:20 am

What?

Why?

L.

Received 9:21 am

How can you call yourself 

his friend and want 

manipulate him into 

doing something 

that scares him so much?

Idiot!

P.

Sent 9:23 am

Casey's phone vibrated almost immediately after Prez sent his message to Loki. It was a call from Loki, Casey picked up. His friend did not wait to speak.

-Cas, I'm really sorry for my tasteless joke.. 

Of course I'll go with him. I didn't realize you took me seriously. 

I... I would never do that to you. I swear to you. Tell me you forgive me! 

Casey was silent for a moment, relieved both that Loki had agreed to go with Prez and that he hadn't ruined the moment for him, and also relieved that Loki hadn't had any devious intentions. 

-Casey? 

-Yes Loki, I'm here. I really thought this was a way for you to force me to overcome my fears.

-Casey, I swear it wasn't. It was a little dig, yes, to tempt you perhaps, but I realize it was really stupid of me. 

Will you forgive the idiot god of mischief that I am and who is still learning? 

Casey chuckled at Loki's description of himself and then replied.

-I'll forgive you in exchange for a week's worth of coffee in the cafeteria.

-A month if you want! But seriously Cas, I'm sorry.  

-It's okay Loki.

-Okay, so tell Prez I'll be there in half an hour. 

-Thanks for doing this for him.

-You're welcome. But you know, he's very protective of you, my little Cas. 

-Goodbye, Loki

Casey hung up without waiting for Loki's reaction and turned to Prez. 

"Loki is coming to pick you up in half an hour. It's all arranged."

Prea nodded, "Good for you, but Casey what I told you, I really meant it."

Casey smiled and replied, "I know and thanks for that."

They sat there for a few seconds looking at each other in silence, then Prez stood up suddenly, "Well I'm going to get ready before he gets here."

Casey nodded and followed him with his eyes.

He sighed and went to make himself a cup of coffee, not thrilled at the idea of spending part of the day alone.

He muttered to himself, "It's your fault. You're too much of a coward to set foot outside the TVA. You only have yourself to blame."

"Then get out of your fishbowl and see some of the world." 

"See some of the world? Look at me Loki, I'm just a pen pusher, I'm nothing like you heroes who get to save the universe or the multiverse for what I know." 

His recent conversation with Loki came back to him.

That's right, he was just a paper pusher.

The one that doesn't stand out.

The fish that didn't have an aquarium, just a little fishbowl in which he turned in circles and of which he knew every nook and cranny, every little stone.

He was interrupted in his reflections when two knocks were heard at the door.

"Come in!"

Loki entered and came with big steps towards him and took Casey in his arms without warning.

Wow ! Two hugs from Loki in less than 24 hours, Cas wasn't going to recover.

Loki released him and said sheepishly, "I'm so sorry."

Casey shook his head and patted his arm, "I assure you, it's all good."

Loki scrutinized him for a few seconds and seemingly satisfied with what he saw, he nodded.

Then he called, "Prez, let's go!"

"I'm here." came a voice from behind Casey who turned around and had to restrain himself from drooling.

Prez was just gorgeous. 

He was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that showed off his... well... assets, a light gray henley and added to that, his freshly washed hair that fell in a halo around his face. The whole picture was breathtaking.

Casey forced himself to look away and turned to Loki who was watching him with a knowing look.

Casey muttered challengingly, "What?"

Loki smiled and shrugged, "Nothing." then turning to Prez, "Shall we go?"

Prez nodded, and followed Loki as he headed for the door, when Casey stopped them, "Loki, wait! Have you thought about the money for Prez, you know, the compensation payments."

Loki replied, "Oh! You do well to remind me." He reached into his pocket and handed Prez a card, "Here, this is the card from your account at the TVA bank. It's got money on it and even though it's nowhere near the damage, it'll keep you going long enough to move on, I know that it's not enough and-"

"Loki, it's okay." replied Prez, "You don't have to justify anything to me, I'm actually pretty satisfied with my fate." 

He glanced at Casey, grabbed the card, put it in his pocket and headed for the door.

Loki whispered without sound to Casey, "You heard him, he's pretty satisfied with his fate hmmm."

"Yes, yes, Loki, go away now," Casey replied as he rolled his eyes and pushed him toward the door.

Prez intervened, "Come on Loki, leave him alone now!"

"Hey, he was my friend before he became yours!"

Casey watched the two Loki's bicker, envious.

"Then get out of your fishbowl and see some of the world." 

But what if I didn't want to go back into the fishbowl afterwards?

Haven't you already stepped out of it by welcoming Prez into your home?

He looked behind him, at his apartment, tidy, clean, where everything was in its place and he looked again at the door which was closing on the two gods still talking with animation.

The one who doesn't try, is only wrong once. 

Casey grabbed his jacket, his keys then ran to the door and opened it, shouting, "Wait!"

The two Lokis turned to him and Prez asked, "Did we forget something?"

Casey inhaled deeply and replied, "Yes, me. I'm coming with you."

He walked toward them and as he saw Loki's fond smile and Prez's beaming smile of joy, he figured that whatever happened, he wouldn't be alone. The two gods stepped aside to make room for him between the two of them and Prez exclaimed, "Let's go on an adventure!"

Casey replied, "Buying clothes will be enough to get started."

Loki chuckled and they headed together to where the TVA agents were making the time doors appear.

When they got there, Loki made one appear and Casey looked at it, wary.

Prez moved closer to him and asked with concern, "Are you okay, Casey?"

Casey whispered, "This will be the first time."

Loky just put his hand through the door and tried to reassure his friend, "Look, it does nothing. You just feel a little suction and you don't even have time to catch your breath that you get there. I swear to you. Look."

Loki walked through the door and returned ten seconds later.

"See?"

Casey took a few breaths and walked hesitantly toward the door.

Prez pushed past him, stood right in front of him, and held out his hand, "How about we go through it together?"

Casey didn't answer, just nodded and grasped the outstretched hand.

Eyes lost in Prez's, he barely heard Loki, "Well boys, I'm off, there's a sale and I don't want to miss anything. See you on the other side!"

Prez said softly, coaxing Casey, "Let's go."

Casey replied, still holding his hand, "Ok. Let's go."

They walked through the door together, and after feeling the little suction Loki had mentioned, they were already on the other side, still holding hands. Casey looked up at Prez and was about to thank him when Prez picked him up and lifted him off the ground, "You did it! I'm proud of you!"

"Boys, this may be a private sale, but a little restraint please." teased Loki.

"Idiot!" retorted Casey as Prez put him down and then curious, he asked, "A private sale? What do you mean?"

Loki came over, put his arm around Casey and replied, "Well, my dear Casey, that means for the next few hours it's just us here. I've convinced the store manager as I was waiting for you."

Prez stepped forward and said to Loki, "Thank you."

Loki smiled and, looking at Casey, he retorted, "Even though I'm doing this a little bit for you, I admit I was mostly thinking about Casey, I figured the transition would be a little less difficult with only us. One step at a time."

If Casey still had a bit of resentment towards Loki for his dubious joke, it faded in light of the thoughtfulness he had just shown him.

"How did you convince the store manager then?"

"Prez, I am sorry but you're not going to like it. Earth-1108 worships Croki as a God and the New York of this earth has even erected a monument in his honor. I promised the manager I'd bring Croki to her to do some promotional photos."

Casey gave Prez a sidelong glance wondering how his friend would take it.

Prez looked at his bandaged wrist for a few seconds then shrugged, and said with a wink to Casey, "it's for a good cause, so I can deal with it."

Between Loki's attention and Prez's kindness, Casey figured that finally getting out of the fishbowl wasn't so bad.

"Well, follow me, I'll give you a tour. I know this store like the back of my han"

Casey and Prez rolled their eyes at Loki's antics and followed him down the aisles of the clothing store. 

A few moments later, Loki had left to join Mobius at home, saying he would return to pick them up three hours later.

Casey was sitting on the dressing room benches waiting.

Prez opened the curtain and asked, "What about this one?"

Casey looked at him then shook his head, "No, still not."

"But Cas...this is the fifth one I've tried on, what don't you like?"

"They're all... green."

Prez rolled his eyes in exasperation, "But green is my color! It's the color of the Lokis."

Casey replied with a stubborn look, "That's just it, I thought you wanted to be different. To be you. You chose your name because you liked it. So tell me, did you choose this color because it's the color of Loki or because you like it?"

Those last words stopped Prez from retorting. 

Casey was right.

He thought back to his discussion with Mobius.

"Don't conform to what you think people expect of you." 

He nodded, a little confused because he didn't know what to do now. Casey stood up and walked over to him, "Give me all the tops you've chosen and wait here, okay?"

Prez complied and waited.

A few moments later, Casey returned with arms full of tops of all sorts of colors.

"Casey?"

Casey placed all the clothes on the coat racks in the dressing room then turned to Prez, "These are the tops you had chosen, but in all the colors available, so take your time and make your choice. And don't think about what I'm going to like, but think about what you like and what you feel like wearing, okay?"

Prez shook his head with a fond smile on his lips, "You're really something Casey, you know."

Casey chuckled, "Me? No, I'm just a regular guy." and visibly embarrassed, he pushed Prez into the dressing room, "Come on, go try it all on." and closed the curtain behind him.

Moments later, Prez opened the curtain and was wearing a purple henley, and it was so breathtaking that Casey thought his jaw would drop.

"So, what do you think?" asked Prez, unaware of the reaction he had just provoked.

Casey pulled himself together and asked, "It's more for me to ask you what you think."

"The reason I tried it is because I like it, so now I want to know your opinion."

Casey insisted, "If I tell you I don't like it, will you still buy it?"

Prez sighed, exasperated, "You're annoying me, yes I like it and yes I would buy it anyway, that's it! Happy?"

Casey laughed, "Yes, I'm happy! Because you are making a choice for yourself! And yes, you look great in that top. Um... I mean it looks great on you."

"You both look really cute."

They turned to the person who had just spoken. It was the store manager, an older woman with a sweet smile on her face.

She continued with a dreamy expression, "The way you two bicker, it reminds me of when my husband and I used to do that. Young love is truly a beautiful thing." 

They both looked at her with bemused eyes and Casey replied, "You... you're mistaken," he stammered a little as he felt his cheeks flush, "We're not... a couple..."

The old lady replied sheepishly, "Oh sorry, sorry. I just thought you two were cute together, that's all." 

They both let out a nervous chuckle, reassuring her that all was well until she was out of sight. 

Prez asked, "Why did she think we were dating?"

"How would I know?" replied Casey with a shrug before continuing, "Go on with your try on."

Prez complied and they returned to their bickering during the various clothing fittings.

As they proceeded to the checkout, Casey watched Prez pay, his eyes shining with joy, and when he saw the knowing look on the sales woman's face, he thought to himself that he was really screwed.

"So boys? Are you done?"

Loki had just appeared through the time door and added, "Shall we go?"

Prez stepped forward and held out his hand to Casey, who didn't hesitate to take it. He was aware he had no reason for it as their destination was well known to him. But did he need a reason?

It was Saturday and on Saturday, Casey indulged himself.

Loki watched his two friends pass the time door and looked at the old lady who was glancing at them.

When Casey and Prez had disappeared, she gave Loki a thumbs up and said with a mischievous little smile on her lips, "They don't know it yet, but it's only a matter of time."

Loki rubbed his hands together in satisfaction as he passed the timedoor, happy.

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[leos-regression-cove]

Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This

25. The Watch

Synopsis: 

Word count: 614

Stand Alone?: Chapter 23 is needed for context

Warnings: Implied PTSD/Trauma

Notes: This is my least favorite chapter of this fic. There will be spoilers in my note here so you can at least try to understand my thought process when writing it.

The original idea (which I didn't really explain) was kind of that since Asgard *probably* doesn't have mechanical, earth-like, clocks, Loki and Sylvie's only real association with them would be from their time with the TVA which was a pretty upsetting thing for both of them. It was supposed to be something that didn't really bother them that much usually, just sort of grated on them while big, but it kind of builds up and culminates, especially since both of them are already quite restless sleepers and prone to nightmares. Mobius doesn't mind because for so long, he felt the TVA was a fairly benign organization and also because he had a past life before then, so he has, even if he can't recall the details, a sort of engrained okay-ness with it, like you or I.

That was kind of the idea but it really didn't pan out how I wanted it to, ESPECIALLY when looking back at the first chapters. I probably should've rewritten it or just posted the next chapter and skipped this one, because I know it's not the strongest, but... yeah it's here now.

Read it on AO3!

Mobius woke up to sniffling and tears on either side of him. Loki was covering his ears and curling into a ball, while Sylvie was having night terrors, kicking the blankets and rolling back and forth, having a physical manifestation of her bad dreams. Tears were on her face and Mobius could feel her sweating through the sheets next to him. He gently woke both of his Lokis up. 

Loki looked at him with big sad eyes. While Sylvie woke up just vaguely angry and confused. She had a bad feeling. Very bad, but no idea what it could’ve been about. 

“You guys okay? Is something wrong?” he asked, checking for wet sheets. After finding them dry, Mobius brought them close. He put his right arm around Loki. Loki put his hands over his ears again, this time, consciously. 

Mobius moved his arm and then got Loki’s attention. 

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s up?” he asked. 

Loki whimpered, rapidly regressing and Mobius moved the little onto his lap. 

“Are you doing okay?” he asked Sylvie. “It looked like you were having some bad dreams.” 

“Yeah, I’m just going to get some water,” she sighed sadly, still feeling the intense bad vibes. 

Mobius turned on the tv, hugging Loki in a secure hold. There, around his neck, was the noise that haunted Loki’s dreams so much. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 

He whimpered more. 

Mobius paused the tv. “Are we doing okay?” he asked. “Listen, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Loki covered his ears dramatically to show Mobius he didn’t like the noise. 

“Why don’t we get you all babied up and we’ll talk about it then, hm?” he tried, hoping maybe MAYBE that would help.

Loki nodded and Mobius picked him up. While bringing Loki out, he checked on Sylvie leaning against the cabinets, sipping on some water. “I’m going to get Loki a diaper and some jamjams. Do you want anything from the nursery?” 

“Can you grab me my otter?” she asked with a shy smile. 

“Can do!” Mobius replied. 

In the still nursery, Loki seemed very sensitive whenever there was silence for more than a second. The diaper fluffing sound was appreciated, as well as some of Mobius’ quiet chatter, but when no noise was present, Loki seemed bothered. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

“Will you tell daddy what’s wrong, now?” he asked after sitting Loki up with cute little footie pajamas. 

Loki identified the noise, pointing at Mobius’ suave new watch. He felt incredibly guilty making Mobius take off the expensive piece. 

“Do you think that’s what was bugging Sylvie, too?” he asked, although the conclusion was already obvious. 

Mobius took off the watch and shoved it in his pocket before picking up Loki and grabbing any soothing toy he could find. 

Climbing back into bed, he turned off the sound on one of the toys and let Loki and Sylvie snuggle with him and sleep comfortably with the sound of the Koala’s gentle music. 

And yet: Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 

Mobius got up and placed the watch in one of the nightstand drawers. The wood seemed to almost amplify it. 

He got up again, setting it in the closet, back into its original velvetine covered cardboard and tissue paper wrapped box. 

Only then did he rest easy with Loki and Sylvie at either of his sides. Loki made little snuffling noises as he rested. He hadn’t even needed a bottle tonight, the warmth and comfort of the sound being gone was enough for him. 

Sylvie clung to both Mobius’ arm and her stuffed animal, allowing the mechanical breathing to make her feel safe and secure once more. 

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[fluffomatic]

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)

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[mypoisonedvine]

don't you forget about me || agent mobius x reader

summary: before he was theirs, he was yours.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: ANGST, LOKI EP 3 SPOILERS, gn!reader, a kiss which is a bit one-sided, my own invented backstory for mobius that I randomly headcanoned, did I mention angst?

[I know it's not smut, but this and all my works are still 18+, thank you for respecting my boundaries]

You were shaking, you couldn’t stop shaking. He told you to hide under the bed, like he wasn’t already halfway done pushing you under it.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he promised, whispering below his breath, almost inaudible against the sound of TVA enforcers trying to get inside your little bunker— the one he swore they’d never find.

Still in your pajamas, you tried to steady yourself with a deep breath, but it just came out all wavering and weak.

“Hey, look at me,” he smiled, holding your face for a moment and running his calloused thumb over your cheek. “Forever, right?”

“Forever,” you agreed.

“Promise me you’ll stay quiet, no matter what happens. We’re gonna be just fine, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t not believe him when he said it like that, with the tilted smile and the drawl he knew you were totally helpless to. You nodded. “I-I promise.”

Just as he hopped off the bed, the enforcers barged in— they must have grabbed him with the way you heard him trying to playfully calm them down.

"You're under arrest for unlawful time travel and crimes against the Sacred Timeline," a firm and deep voice explained.

"The what? I'm sorry, you must have the wrong address," you heard the voice of your lover disagree.

“Stop playing games. Where’s your partner?” a second, sturdy voice asked, clearly threatening.

“I’m alone,” he promised quickly.

Only then did you realise that he wasn’t saving the day… he was saving you, and giving himself up.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to sob, you wanted to try to fight back: but you’d promised to stay quiet, and nothing else would help him now.

Still, you saw the golden glow of a door through time open and you couldn’t stop yourself— you clawed your way out from under the bed, ready to follow them and save him, somehow, even though you didn’t even have pants on…

But just as you reached out, it closed, and you were in the dark again… but this time you were alone.

//

"You're under arrest for unlawful time travel and crimes against the Sacred Timeline—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," you scoffed, presenting your hands to be cuffed.

You went willingly, because there was no other way to go with a disintegration baton right up against your back. Truthfully, you'd been more reckless since you started time-traveling solo. Without him you just found it harder to care about the risk of being caught and here you were just a few months later— even if it's hard to measure the passing of time with your circumstances— being booked by the TVA.

Still, that didn't mean you were going to make it easy for them. In fact, when they explained that you were going to have an interview (read: interrogation) before your sentencing, you were fully prepared to give them nothing.

Of course, that was until you were shoved into an office and you saw him.

For a moment you assumed he was simply a fellow prisoner, until his outfit and actions (presently, shuffling some papers on the desk he sat behind) made it clear it was more than that. Even further evidence were the words spoken by one of the enforcers that escorted you.

"Agent," she greeted, getting his attention, "the Variant you asked for."

"Thanks," he nodded; just his voice was like a salve for your aching heart, exactly as you remembered it in your head and yet somehow even more perfect.

He looked a bit different— you'd never seen him in an outfit quite like this one. He liked to wear jeans when the era allowed it, and the tie and button up were more muted than you would normally expect him to choose for himself: but, of course, he probably didn't choose it for himself.

The biggest difference was his facial hair; while he was known to change his style depending on the time and place you two had fled to, you couldn't recall a moustache by itself. It suited him, actually.

He looked at you and it made your heart stop just as much as the first time, even if his polite smile was missing that devious edge to it that you loved so dearly.

"Please, have a seat," he nodded, motioning to a chair across the desk, "I just have a few questions for you."

You grinned as you sat down because you realized this must have been his plan all along: join them— however he managed to pull that off— and wait for you, meet you here and use his new resources to escape.

You were going to be together again; you were going to have your forever again. Waiting until the enforcers left and the two of you were alone, he opened his mouth to speak but you broke the silence first.

"So, what's the plan?" you smirked. "Open a door to somewhere they can't track us?"

He gave you a confused, slightly irritated look. "Um, the plan is interrogation, sentencing, and then presumably disintegration."

You were confused for a moment, until you realized what was likely going on; you spun around in your chair for a second, looking to see any obvious recording devices. "Are they watching us? They're listening, aren't they?"

"What are you talking about?" he frowned.

You leaned in closer, resting your elbows on the desk, smiling at him mischievously. "I’ll play along,” you promised in a whisper before clearing your throat. “So, you wanna know how I found the device, right?”

“...yes,” he finally answered after a pause. “We can talk about a lighter sentence if you start talking about how you got your hands on such a powerful time manipulator.”

You smirked a little. "No clue."

"You've forgotten something that important?" he scoffed.

“I don’t know, really,” you explained, “you never told me.”

“...huh?”

You laughed. “I got it from you!” you reminded him. “You always came up with some fake excuse whenever I asked how you got it… I never got the real story.”

“I really would prefer if you stopped playing games with me,” he frowned, “I’m just trying to help you.”

Your smile fell as the truth you weren’t ready to face hit you like a ton of bricks. Oh god, he’s not kidding. “You really don’t remember me…” you breathed.

“There’s nothing to remember, I promise you,” he frowned. “We’ve never met, in any timeline.”

“We were together— in so many timelines, in so many times and places…” you recalled, fighting back warm tears burning your eyes. “Do you remember the 60s, living in a van and burning incense until we couldn’t even smell anything anymore? Or the Renaissance, oh, you know how much I loved that… I wanted to stay there forever, but we had to keep running… we were always running, I know you got tired of it.”

You sniffled slightly, barely finding the strength to look him in the eyes again.

“Is that why you let yourself be captured, Will?” you asked shakily, finally feeling your tears fall. “Because you didn’t want to run with me anymore? We said we’d run forever, you told me forever…”

“I’m not who you think I am, I’m sorry,” he frowned, clearly a bit affected by your emotions even if not in the way you wanted. “I’m not Will. My name is Mobius.”

You steadied yourself as best you could, speaking with determination. “Your name is Wilbur Atkinson, you were born in—”

“No, I—” he interrupted, but you kept going.

“2055, in Fort Worth, Texas—”

“I wasn’t born!” he chuckled, more exasperated than amused. “You don’t understand—”

“And you met me in 2076, at a little dance hall where you showed me how to two-step,” you whimpered, “do you remember that?”

He sighed, apparently pitying you a bit. “I… I’m sorry, but you’re confused. Excessive time travel can damage the mind— maybe I have a doppelganger that you bumped into—”

“Damn it, Will,” you barked, slamming your cuffed hands on the desk to get his attention, “didn’t you ever wonder why you have an accent? Why you have a scar on your thigh, about two inches long?”

He sputtered for a second, leaning in to whisper at you harshly. “How do you know about that?!”

“You fell off a horse, you fuckin’ dumbass!”

“I’ve never even touched a horse!”

“You’d think that, with the way you ride,” you scoffed out a cold laugh. “I used to make fun of you for it, now I wish I’d never done that sorta stuff… I should’ve been nice to you all the time, but back then I thought we had so much more time than we did. Do you remember the night they got us, Will?”

You were shaking, you couldn’t stop shaking. He told you to hide under the bed, like he wasn’t already halfway done pushing you under it.

“Hey, look at me,” he smiled. “Forever, right?”

“Forever,” you answered again, for a moment so lost in the memory that you spoke aloud. For most of us, remembering is the closest we’ll ever get to time travel. “What did they do to you?”

For once, you caught a glimpse of recognition in his eyes. Not that he recognized you, unfortunately, but that he understood that this was real to you.

“You’ve gotta remember me, Will, you’re my everything,” you sighed. “Please…”

He examined your face, like he was really trying— but he relaxed back into his chair with a sigh, shaking his head. “I really am sorry, but—”

You threw yourself across the desk and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him into a desperate kiss. He froze up against you for the first moment, but relaxed after a second; he even hesitantly reached up and you felt his hands just slightly brush against your waist. It was what he used to do when you were together, though with more confidence— this time, it felt like he was trying to remember how to dance after years out of practice.

Maybe his mind couldn’t remember you, but his body seemed to.

You heard a door behind you slam open, voices of enforcers telling you to stop as they pulled you off of Will— ‘Agent Mobius,’ like they said when they asked him if he was alright and if you’d tried to attack him.

You kicked and tugged against the heavy, armoured bodies dragging you back out the door, but you kept your eyes on Will, calling out to him as he looked back at you with wide, fast-blinking eyes.

“I’m gonna get you out of here!” you promised him, searching his eyes for any sign of familiarity and for a moment wondering if you found it. But before you could tell for sure, you were finally thrown out of the office and the massive wooden doors were slammed shut by the enforcers inside.

#agent mobius x reader #agent mobius angst #mobius m mobius x reader #mobius m mobius x gn!reader

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I already ripped these.. Help me buy new swears that are fun.

#Selfie #Selca #Blue #Tva #Sweatpants #Fitblr #Fitness #Workout clothes #Gym #gym pics #Work pics #90s heartthrob #Pajama party #Soft hair #Cute guys

[endofthelinegang]

Positive Reinforcement

Pairing: Mobius x Reader

Request: may I req prompt 12. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” for mobius x reader 🥺🥺

Summary: Mobius comes home really late after a very long day of trying to catch a specific variant

Taglist: None yet, in the comments feel free to ask, this will be a taglist for any Mobius x Reader fanfiction

That stupid lamp, yeah you know the one. The one that sits right on the nightstand next to the bed that is somehow brighter than the actual light in the ceiling. That’s the one that you recognize quite well as you are suddenly woken from your sleep. It burns the back of your eyelids as you roll over to avoid it expecting it to turn off. However, this is not the case, it continues to stay on and illuminate the entire room. Sitting up you are met with an unfocused figure taking off his jacket and setting it on the desk chair, smoothing it out. 

“Look who finally decided to show up at,” you rolled over to the where the lamp sat and read the alarm clock. “2:00 AM.” 

“Oh I know it’s a great time to be home.” Mobius retorts back at you sarcastically as he takes his tie off and lays it with his jacket.

“I know you called earlier and said you’d be late but not two in the morning late, what in the world were you doing until two in the morning?” You yawned and sat up stretching a bit. 

“Yeah that world you mentioned is in quite a lot of trouble that the TVA can’t seem to figure out.”

“Another variant?” You watched him unlace his shoes and sit them directly next to the desk chair that held his other work related clothing. 

“Honestly I wish it was that simple. Whoever it is won’t quit killing TVA members off. And quite frankly we are running out of people willing to go after said variant. We are also losing leads in the whole thing. Theories are being made but it’s all just a bunch of theories, none of them have been close to being proven.” 

“So are you coming up with new theories, trying to prove the ones that exist, or figure out who said ‘variant’ is?” 

Mobius walked around the bed, not even attempting to find pajamas and get ready for bed properly. Instead he just got in and laid down where you once were, laying on top of undone blankets.

“All of the above, so far all we have is it looks to be another version of a different god, but that’s not fully proven yet.” He turned his head to look at you, clearly very frustrated with the entire situation. 

“Well, you’re smart, you got any of your own theories that stand out?” You laid back down and turned to face him. 

“Actually yeah I do, everyone that sees said variant says they see someone with horns. So it’s either a really creative goat or it’s a Loki.” 

“I’m sorry, did you just say ‘a Loki’, is that like an animal or some sort of mystical creature?” 

Mobius let out a very tired laugh at your dreary confusion, “No, he’s the god everyone is speculating about.”

“Hold on, this god has horns coming out of his head?” A piece of your hair fell in front of your eye as you put your arm under yourself to lay your head on your hand and tilt your head.

“Not out of his head, he has on sort of a helmet on that has horns on it.” He moved the piece of hair out of your eye. 

“So he’s the god of goats or rams or animals then?” 

“I wish, that would make this so much easier, he’s the god of mischief. Meaning that he and all of the versions of him are very good at tricking everyone.”

“Well he isn’t tricking you, you’ve clearly got him caught if it’s him, and if you believe it’s him go with your gut on this one. I mean I don’t know any other people capable of wearing horns on purpose and making a mess of things with wit and cleverness. Regardless, you’re more clever, you’ve figured all that out over just horns. I mean obviously some other things when the puzzle pieces come together. But still, you’ve got this, and you’ll catch this variant god or not.” You kissed his forehead and smiled.

 “Could you say that again?” 

You pulled back from his forehead and looked at him confused,  “Were you not listening?”

“No I was, I just like hearing your voice. I also really needed some positive reinforcement. Staying up until 2 in the morning just to find that there are an insane amount of the exact same god is not a fun time.” 

“Trickery is just another version of a lie, and with a lie always comes the truth. Which is soon to reveal itself. You can’t lie yourself out of time and you cannot lie your way out of The Great Mobius’s sight.” 

“He’s done a good jo-” You put a hand over his mouth.

“Positive 2:00 AM thoughts only.” You took your hand off and he just chuckled at your statement.

“Then I better go to bed and sleep on all of your positive reinforcement. Because you’re also looking like you’re missing some beauty sleep.” 

“Not to mention the fact that you’re gonna wake us both up in a few ungodly hours.” You roll over and begin to twist the knob to turn off the lamp.

“You’re just gonna roll over and go back to sleep.”

“Hey now, positive 2 in the morning thoughts only that is not positive.”

“Oh it is positively a fact.”

“Shhhhhh.” You tried to find his mouth with your left hand as the right turned off the lamp. You missed multiple times and he took your wrist and put your hand there as the light was completely shut off. 

#mobius x reader #mobius imagine #mobius x you

[bereft-of-frogs]

so this last gifset has got me thinking about the Loki series and its relation to other Marvel films, and this sort of feeds into the debate around costuming and whether or not he should have gotten a bit dramatic costume change. I know people have been getting heated that Loki stays in the same TVA costume throughout the series, but I don’t think the dramatic costume change actually would have fit in the series and I don’t think it would have satisfied audiences.

Because the climax of Loki isn’t like Wandavision, or Falcon & Winter Soldier or Ragnarok: it is Captain America: The First Avenger.

Stick with me here for a minute.

First off, I don’t think a big costume change into a cool new outfit would have actually fit into the series. The costume changes in the other MCU films come at a moment of transformation, largely about accepting something about themselves. It’s a visual representation of the internal character journey. Sam reckons with the complicated history of the United States and the supersoldier program, and becomes Captain America despite the struggles he’s sure to face. Thor gets his literal glow up (slightly less a costume change) when he learns that he didn’t need his hammer to unlock the power within him. Valkyrie gets her old costume when she stops running from her past and her trauma. Wanda gets her new outfit in the finale when she accepts that she has the power and responsibility to control her magic and not be controlled by it.

The climax that Loki builds towards is also one of self-acceptance, but in a much more subtle way. He doesn’t have to accept the weight of his power or responsibility; as the first episode shows, he’s already aware that the things he says about other people are really weapons he’s wielding against himself. Through the series, he works to accept that those attitudes have been a limiting factor, keeping him trapped in the role that (Kang) has cast him in and that he desires to move on from that role, and change the way he thinks about others, and then by extension himself. The final stage of that takes place during his and Sylvie’s confrontation in Kang’s creepy (cool) castle beyond the end of the timeline.

And a costume change at that moment...yeah would have been really distracting.

Which I think is the point of that quote from the costume designer, that seems to have sparked some of the discourse - about not letting a costume ‘distract’. But it’s true. Honestly, any appropriate thematic moment would be undermined if it were accompanied by a big flashy costume change. The stages of the character journey happen gradually, and every moment I can think of where Loki undergoes a part of that internal transformation (watching the reel of the end of his life, connecting with Sylvie on Lamentis, admitting why he cut Sif’s hair, etc...), would have been made significantly weakly by interrupting the performance to change costumes. It would be a big tonal shift as well. Both Wandavision and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier were much more classical superhero/MCU movies (outside of WV’s internal sitcom). This was much more...weird (in a fun way). It would have been a big tonal shift, imo, to shift from the quieter, stranger mood that Loki was aiming for to have suddenly a more traditional superhero/magical girl transformation moment.

I think the only place a costume change would made any sense would have been when they were about to fight Alioth and at that point...I don’t know, it would have felt a little superfluous. Like it would have been a purely aesthetic change, which, y’all know me, I’m all about aesthetics for aesthetics’ sake lol, but I can also understand why they decided to keep everyone in the same costumes. (No one changes costumes in the series. The only thing is Sylvie loses her cape....wait, and Loki loses his jacket, and....ohhhh.) Like I guess it could have been a bit more like Captain Marvel, when it’s in the quiet of pre-battle but Captain Marvel also had a thematic reason for changing the colors of her suit (to break away from Kree influence now that she’s remembered and accepted her past and her true identity). Like, it’s possible it could have been fit in there, but it certainly wasn’t essential for the theme or the character development.

And I think they may have wanted to keep him in the TVA costume to set up the ending, as we see in this parallels between the ending of Loki and the ending of The First Avenger.

And ok, I might be going out on a limb here, getting on the tinfoil hat, but so much else of this show has been so intentional that I can’t help think this parallel might have been on purpose. The series and the movie end with their characters in a moment where they’ve lost something profound, in a perilous new world. Steve gets a couple costume changes in his first film, but they’re a little more gradual as the Captain America costume becomes more functional and less about the spectacle. (That’s also more about how others perceive Steve and his symbolic vs functional value as Captain America.) And they’re not part of the emotional climax, which is centered around his final sacrifice and then his waking up in that new world, which sets up his character journey through the rest of the series of films, as a man out of time, trying to find his place. (Cap does get the thematic costume change, but in Winter Soldier, when he returns to his symbolic roots after breaking free from SHIELD/HYDRA.) In the final scene, which is the most important for his character arc going forward, he’s in his SHIELD-assigned pajamas. Drab, sort of boring, in a similar muted color scheme to the TVA costumes. Which is also where we find him in Avengers. And...where Loki is left at the end of the series, in a similar color scheme, similar ordinary costume, out of place, in a frightening new world with strangers, and a cosmic threat beyond imagining.

Anyway. I hope this makes sense. I feel a little like I’m wearing a tinfoil hat, and I definitely had to under-develop or quickly summarize some of the supporting points to avoid turning this into a really long post, but...

it’s almost like Loki is being set up to be the ‘man out of time’ in Phase 4.

[tldr: I actually do think that a costume change would have been distracting at any of the appropriate thematic points, and I think they might have been purposefully keeping Loki in the TVA costume to set up a parallel between the ending of the series and the ending of Captain America: The First Avenger, making Loki the new ‘man out of time’ in Phase 4 of the MCU.]

#ok i'll go get my tinfoil hat #even if this doesn't end up being the intention at all i think it's a cool parallel and i also understand their decisions about costuming #loki series #loki spoilers #feel free to disagree or poke holes but be kind about it please! #long post #loki series discourse

[thestorycfus]

Flufftober Day 3: Lazy Sundays

Pairing: Sylvie x gn!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive talk; food.

Summary: Sylvie never stops running, so you have to intentionally plan a ‘doing nothing’ day while you two hide in an apocalypse.

Word count: 632

Prompt: @flufftober2021 Day 3 - Lazy Sundays

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Flufftober 2021 Masterlist

One of the fun things about owning a time-travel device is that any day could be Sunday.  Still, no matter what the calendar said, it took purpose to make a real Sunday: you had to be determined enough to spend a whole day doing nothing, and even more strong-willed to make sure your girlfriend would do the same.

Running from the TVA and planning the downfall of the Timekeepers, Sylvie never stopped moving. Even when you two were hiding in a perfectly safe apocalypse, the trickster couldn’t let her guard down.  She claimed that a second would be enough time for the TVA to destroy everything she worked for, so she had to be ready all day, every day.

Sure, Sylvie had a point, but not even a goddess could be on high alert forever. If she kept that posture for much longer, she would end up breaking, and recovering from that would cost her way more time than one purposeful day off. Or, at least, that’s what you told her to convince her to join you in this Sunday. Maybe your logic got to her, or maybe she secretly wanted to indulge as much as you did. Either way, she finally agreed, so you set the plan in motion.

First, the tempad took the two of you to an empty mall. The place had been evacuated in an emergency, which meant it would have everything you needed once you broke into a few stores. That world wouldn’t actually end for another 48 hours, so you had plenty of time to relax without setting off any TVA alarms.

Once you were there, you had Sylvie help you ‘borrow’ some blankets and pillows from a fancy store and fairy lights from the early Christmas section of a supermarket. You built a pillow fort near the food court for convenience, and it only took you a couple attempts to figure out how make milkshakes, cookies and burgers for the two of you.

With a full plastic tray, you met Sylvie inside the fort. You were surprised to find her actually laying down, hands under her head, wearing light green pajamas with little golden stars on them. You jumped to her side among the pillows, offering her the tray.

“I have to say, you’re taking this more seriously than I expected. I didn’t know you even owned pajamas, Syl.”

She sat up, grabbing a cookie, which she patiently ate before giving you a reply.

“I didn’t. I found them in that bedding store while you were picking sheets for the roof of the fort. You know I take everything seriously.”

You couldn’t argue with that, nor did you intend to. Instead, you moved to sit closer to her, resting your head against her shoulder.

“It isn’t so bad, though, right? Just chilling for a bit, as if the world wasn’t about to end.”

Sylvie put her arms around you, pulling you even closer.

“Every world we go to is about to end. That’s kind of our whole strategy, but you’re right. I can see the appeal of… Doing nothing.”

You could hear the smile in her voice, and you looked up, kissing her softly.

“It doesn’t have to be absolutely nothing. We can still do some stuff on Sunday, just not stuff that involves overthrowing timeless organizations and all that.” You suggested, giving her a kiss on the neck.

“And what do you suggest we do with our free time?” She questioned, before pulling you back for a deeper kiss.

“Read my mind. I think you’ll like what I have planned.”

“I might even show you some ideas of my own. What do you say?”

“I say Sunday is definitely my favorite day.” You reply between kisses.

“Starting today, I guess it’s mine too, love.”

#sylvie laufeydottir #sylvie #sylvie x reader #sylvie laufeydottir x reader #flufftober2021 #marvel #sylvie x you #sylvie laufeydottir x you #sylvie imagine #sylvie laufeydottir imagine #sylvie m #marvel m #m

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Always Will Be - Ch 10

Pairing: Loki x TVA Agent!Reader

Series Warnings (18+ Only): Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Violence, Time Shenanigans, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Chapter Summary: A new nexus event occurs, in a place you don't expect, with a tall demigod you aren't prepared to face.

AO3

The debriefing with Mobius was surprisingly, well… brief.

As soon as you entered his office and he waved you to his desk, you began your report, mostly with the emphasis that Loki’s lies were to be expected and that this was no reason to terminate him.

“I agree.”

“—and therefore, if you would give me a chance to…”

You trailed off.

“What?”

“I happen to agree with you.” Mobius leaned forward, clasping his hands in front of him on his desk. “Loki plays games, that’s what he does. If he hadn’t tried to betray you, then I would have gotten worried. Would mean he has a bigger scheme in mind. But no. His efforts to trick you were pathetic at best. He’s a scared little boy grasping at straws because he doesn’t know what he wants.”

Your jaw popped shut.

“That’s… a very astute observation.”

“Thanks. It’s almost as if I’ve been chasing these guys for longer than you’ve existed.” He softened the words with a gentle smile. “Come on, Chanterelle, relax a little. You’re doing great. Keep an eye on him, don’t fall for his little games, and you’ll be just fine. That being said.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and offered a mischievous grin.

“If he gives you any trouble, feel free to give him an ass-whoopin’.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He leaned back in his plush, high-backed office chair, weariness settling on him like a shroud. “I hate to say it, but in order to catch this killer, we’re going to need your Lokis help. You think he’s ready to do that? To actually give a damn about something other than himself?”

You thought back to your recent confrontation with the demigod, mainly shoving him against the wall to get your point across. His response to the whole thing had been very unusual. There hadn’t been any anger, any royal indignation. Instead, he’d been, well… frustratingly civil.

“Maybe,” you allowed. “Maybe not. I’ve definitely made progress.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Mobius took out a folder and opened it, mind already focused on his next task. “You’re dismissed, Agent. Keep up the good work. And remember what I said about that ass-whoopin’. Have a feeling a new case will be coming up soon, and we need him to take this seriously.”

“Yes, sir.”

He raised his eyes from his paperwork, fixing you with an amused stare.

“Where’d you learn to be so stuffy? Certainly didn’t get it from me.”

Your shoulders loosened and you returned his smile, though it wasn’t nearly as full as his.

“Sorry. I just… want this all to be over with.”

His own smile faded, his own sadness at so many souls lost slipping through.

“Me too, kid. Me too.”

After the meeting, you went in search of Laufeyson, but he wasn’t in the last place you’d accosted him. That was fine. You were tired and needed sleep, not to mention a break from the variant’s ego and vanity. He was draining, and you would have to recharge before facing him again.

Your room was small, modest, and sparse. Easy to keep clean and had everything you needed, including your plain twin bed with white and beige sheets. You barely got dressed into your pajamas before falling into bed, asleep soon after your head hit the pillow.

You opened your eyes to the sound of screams, the stench of acrid smoke, and the pain of two hands wrapped around your biceps, dragging you up a set of modern-looking stairs. They would have been quite luxurious if it hadn’t been for the flickering floorboard lights and the layer of dust covering everything.

Your captors were difficult to focus on, but their limbs were distorted and their features terrifying. They weren’t human, whatever they were, further proven by the clicks and small, angry screeches that came from their mouths filled with too many teeth.

Finally, after years of climbing those horrible steps, you were dragged through a door into bright sunlight. The setting sun was colored bloodred through the rising smoke of the city, cast into the room without the barrier of glass. The walled windows lay sprinkled on the marble floor, the opulent penthouse marred with battle.

You struggled, but your tennis shoes slid across the polished floor, unable to find purchase. You were led to a dais where a tall man stood, armored in dark green and muted gold, and you knew, you just knew, you had to get away.

He spoke before you arrived, his voice low and sharp, though it appeared he was having a conversation with the air.

“I care not for Lord Thanos’ impatience. I have earned this glorious victory, and it is I who shall bask in my achievement. His Majesty has waited this long, he can wait a little longer.”

The creatures came to a stop and one of them clicked his maw in its detestable language, and the man turned—oh, he wasn’t a man at all. It was him. The one they said was a god, come from some other world to rule all of humanity.

He didn’t look like a god. He simply looked angry.

“Go,” he snapped at the beasts. “Leave her.”

They released you, and you didn’t move, frozen under that withering gaze. The god drew his eyes up and down your body, his displeasure turning into something else. Curiosity.

He took a step towards you. Your fear broke through, unfreezing your limbs heavy with shock, and you bolted.

A steel grip snatched you by the arm—Jesus, he was fast—and spun you around, hauling you up onto the dais. You trembled, body aching with excursion as your frantic mind tried to understand how you’d come to be here. How all of this had happened.

The god let go of your arm and grabbed you by the jaw, the expanse of his hand easily encompassing it. His cold eyes dove into yours, searching them for something, his lips pulled into an unpleasant, sharp smile. Your hopes of escape were braced between those pearly white teeth.

“You’re mine.”

His voice was smoother than expected, low and pleasant as it tickled up your spine. You really were certain he would devour you, and that too felt familiar.

“You’ll always be mine. Don’t forget that.”

He squeezed your jaw harder as he pulled you forward, and his lips claimed yours. His kiss was just as aggressive as his anger, as hardened as his battle armor, and as cold as the wind swirling through the open air.

Despite covered in ash, soot, and most likely blood, despite having been terrorized and dragged here against your will, his lips pulled from you a quiet sigh. This was somehow familiar, somehow right, and though you couldn’t explain it, this was where you belonged—

Cold ripped through you, tore into you like a winter storm, your breath blown away on the wind. The god pulled back, the smile was gone, and his eyes shiny with regret. He still held you close, even as he slid the dagger out from your side, warm blood spilling out to chase away the blade’s freezing touch.

“I had to,” he choked in apology. His eyes brimmed with tears, and you watched in distant amazement as one slid down his cheek. “I had no choice. I never do. Don’t you see? Free will is a lie.”

He pulled you into his arms, the strength having vanished from your limbs, and he spoke gently into your hair, the words haunting as they chased you down into the darkness.

“Don’t you see we’ve been here before? It’s our destiny to lose.”

You bolted upright, clutching your racing heart as you fought to catch your breath, wincing at the blaring noise next to your head. You fumbled at the nightstand and picked up your TemPad, blinking at the blocky readout on the screen.

ALERT: NEW NEXUS EVENT DETECTED. LOCATION: ASGARD. CRITICAL. REPORT TO DEPARTURE GATE 4.

“Shit.” You dropped the TemPad on your bed and raced around your room, pulling on clothing and stumbling as you continued to curse. “Shit. Shit.”

Asgard. That could only mean one thing: it was definitely the Loki you were looking for, and he was about to make his big move.

Too focused on rushing out the door and trying to locate Laufeyson, you pushed the strange dream to the back of your mind. You’d had odd dreams before, ones you didn’t share with your colleagues because you had the inexplicable feeling that none of them had dreams like that, if they had them at all. It was better to set this one aside for now and dissect it later.

After all, it was no mystery where and when it had taken place. The lush but destroyed penthouse was Stark’s, caused during the Battle of New York, though in this version of events, it appears Laufeyson had won.

Again, you shoved the dream aside, harder this time. You couldn’t allow the distraction and needed to shake the very real, very vivid pain of the dagger sliding between your rips. You shivered as you entered the bullpen where your desk was located.

No Loki there.

You checked the scenic walkways with a view over the city. You searched the time theater where you’d conducted your interview. You even peeked into Mobius’ office, confident that he’d already gone to investigate the nexus event.

Nothing. No sign of a mischievous demigod.

Panic as well as foreboding gripped your throat until you heard a familiar derisive laugh as you entered the commissary.

Laufeyson sat on one of the dining tables, a foot propped up on a plastic chair, a small crowd of TVA agents gathered around him.

Well, perhaps gathered wasn’t the right word. They were in the middle of their meals, wide-eyed and helpless expressions all around as if they didn’t know what to do. Laufeyson had decided to regale them of tales, perhaps true, of his glory days. A captive audience if there ever was one, most of the clerks and assistants too polite to excuse themselves from the tall figure with the wolfish grin.

And then he met your eye. The dream rushed back to you. You couldn’t breathe for the span of a heartbeat, reliving the gentle warmth on your lips and biting cold at your ribcage.

Laufeyson blinked and his expression brightened, and he gave a little wave, his grin wide and annoying. You shook it off.

When his grin grew wider as you grew close, you had no problem grabbing him by the sleeve and dragging him off the table, making a beeline for the direction of the Departure Gates, ignoring his small huffs of indignation.

“So long, fellow TVA employees!” he called back to the commissary. “I shall recount the tale of the bilgesnipe I released into Thor’s chambers another time!”

“That story isn’t nearly as interesting as you make it out to be,” you grumbled, and nearly lost your footing when Laufeyson started to walk beside you instead of needing to be dragged.

“Of course it is,” he said, plunging his hands into his pockets. “It’s a legend adored by everyone, especially children and simpletons.”

You sent him a glare and he put up a hand, adding, “That wasn’t an insult. I quite enjoy simpletons.”

The glare did not lessen.

“You let loose a bilgesnipe into Thor’s room,” you said, “and he didn’t even notice the destruction or the beast afterwards because his room was already a huge mess. That’s the event.”

Laufeyson opened his mouth, shut it, and frowned.

“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Agent?”

Your expression deepened into a scowl. You didn’t have the time or patience for his antics right now, not when you might actually catch your killer with this next mission.

“We happen to have a nexus event, one where we shall find the even more evil version of you, and you would know this if you’d been paying attention to the pager we gave you.”

“Oh, this ancient thing?” He unclipped the black, square device from his belt, turning it over in his long fingers. “I turned it off. It annoyed me.”

“Ugh,” was your only response as you turned the corner, the Departure Gate thrumming to life before you.

You held onto his elbow as you went through, belatedly realizing as the crackle of electricity and time displacement ran over your skin, that you’d forgotten to tell Laufeyson exactly where and when you were going.

You both emerged out the other side, a team of soldiers standing guard, Hunter B-15 close by. And hunched over a dead Einherjar soldier, you spotted the silver hair of your boss, already on the scene.

You tried to move forward, but the elbow you were holding didn’t bunch an inch. Laufeyson was staring upward, eyes widen and jaw slack as he took in the golden arches and gilded columns of the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf of Asgard.

Laufeyson’s former home.

There was no time to see if he could adjust to his new settings; Mobius was already on his feet, his features furrowed into investigator mode.

“Lots of bodies but no sign of our variant yet,” he said, mouth pulled into a grim line. He glanced at the variant beside you, curiosity narrowing his eyes, but he didn’t comment on Laufeyson’s sudden, uncharacteristic silence.

“Should we split up and search?”

“It’s a risk,” Mobius said. “Not just from the variant. We’re in the middle of the Asgardian Palace. Anybody we run into is likely to be a little pissed we’re here. You know, stab-first, ask-questions-later kind of deal.”

You frowned, taking in the scene before you. Five Einherjar lay dead, though you couldn’t see any obvious wounds. Typically, the variant left evidence of a short sword as his weapon of choice, and something tugged at the back of your thoughts.

“Maybe we should—”

“I can lead you to him.”

You turned on Laufeyson and crossed your arms.

“I can,” he insisted, his smile long gone. “I grew up in the palace, I know it as well as anyone. Better, actually. There are hidden passages and corridors that no one in living memory would know.”

“Except for you,” Mobius added, his eyes still fixed in that dubious way.

“Except for me.”

Laufeyson met his glare without mirth or amusement.

“Do you wish to find this variant or not? I can help you. That’s why I’m here.”

Mobius turned his attention on you, brows raised.

You hated to admit it, but Laufeyson had a point.

“I’ll go with him,” you told your boss. Or, more accurately, placated him. He wouldn’t be happy you were going off with Laufeyson alone. “If we find anything, I’ll let you know.”

His deepening frown informed you that you were correct.

“Don’t go too far,” he warned. “Last thing we need is to red line in a place like this.”

“Yes, sir.”

You turned away, making sure the tall demigod was at your side. He was, and not looking particularly happy.

“Chanterelle?”

You paused and half-turned to your boss, catching the baton he tossed your way. His lips were pulled into a wry smile.

“Make sure he behaves.”

“I think he’ll be just fine.” You met Laufeyson’s eye, your words a warning rather than an affirmation. “You’re going to be on your best behavior, won’t you, partner?”

Something flashed across his features, too quick to catch, and then he graced you with a wide grin.

“I’m always on my best behavior, Agent.”

You rolled your eyes and shot Mobius a look, and he returned it with just as much wry humor. You guided Laufeyson away with a hand on the small of his back, leading him away from the scene of the carnage.

“So,” you said, “where should we start looking?”

“If the variant were me, and he is, I’d be heading the Odin’s Vault. Lots of treasure in there to sell if I was in need of gold, not to mention the artifacts that can be used as powerful weaponry.”

You nodded, it made sense. But when he guided you down a golden hall you knew led away from the Vault, you slowed your pace.

“Where are you going? The Vault’s that way.”

“Yes,” he allowed, fixing you a look over his shoulder. “That’s the long way. This way is a shortcut.”

Frowning, you quickly caught up to him, peering ahead into the massive room opening before you. Wonder and awe swept over you despite your best efforts as you slowed, turning in a circle to gather in the magnificence of the Royal Palace library. Seeing it in a life record was one thing, it was entirely another to stand in the buttery warm sunlight as it streamed in through the glass dome, surrounded by towering shelves on several levels, the smell of old tomes and parchment giving the space an air of ancient secrets and forgotten knowledge.

You turned to Laufeyson, a faint smile still on your face, and then it faded. You looked left, then right, then behind you. You even went to the nearest row of shelves and leaned around the corner.

Laufeyson was gone.

“Damnit!”

You covered your mouth, the curse echoing off the marble floors, but silence followed.

“Damnit,” you repeated at a more reasonable level. “Damn you, Loki Laufeyson.”

You pulled out your TemPad to warn Mobius that your variant was on the loose, and the soldiers should not prune him, by accident or otherwise.

Your wrist was seized by a hand with long fingers, the forearms covered in loose green sleeves.

Your head jerked up, the blood draining from your head to your feet.

“You curse my name,” he said in a low purr, “but I don’t believe we’ve been acquainted.”

Before you stood Laufeyson, just not your Laufeyson. His resplendent robes went to his calves, a dark shade of forest green trimmed in gold thread, and his dark hair was slicked back, reaching just past his shoulders.

Your throat worked but no words came out, and he continued to hold your wrist as he appraised you with eyes the shade of ice.

“Hmm.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Not what I was expecting, but you shall do.”

There was a hunger to his gaze, a predatory glean that had you attempting to yank your arm back to your chest. Laufeyson’s hold remained fast.

“Oh, I don’t think so, my dear.” His smile was wide and sharklike. “It took too much careful planning for you to ruin it now. How did you like my present? I left them where they could be easily found.”

Your thoughts churned, struggling to catch up, and something snapped into place, stealing your breath.

“You… you killed the Einherjar? Why?”

“Because it wasn’t supposed to be.” He lowered your arm to your side but still kept a tight grip. “And when things are out of place, that’s when the puppet masters behind the curtains make their appearance.”

He tilted his head, eyes once again roving over your body.

“I thought the time-manipulators would be garbed in something a bit more… impressive, but one must work with what they’re given.”

This wasn’t the variant you’d be searching for. This had been a trap set by another variant, one that somehow knew about the TVA.

The TVA was in danger.

Mobius was in danger.

“Now,” he squeezed your wrist painfully,” give me your fascinating little device, and I will—”

A switch flipped. Something unlocked within your unconscious, a cold presence that forced its way through your mind.

You twisted your arm away so hard your bones popped out place, the joint dislocated, but you didn’t pause. The baton crashed across his face, knocking the demigod back on his heels.

His amused expression vanished, replaced by a vicious snarl. You lashed out again, striking him across the shoulder, then upwards into his chin, and when he was off balance again, you flipped the baton around and shoved the glowing edge against his chest.

At the point of contact, his body was engulfed in a multicolored fire of nothingness, his body becoming undone. He had just enough time to give you a look of pure fear before there was nothing left but glittering sparks falling to the floor.

You remained there for a moment, arm outstretched, muscles trembling and locked, until your body unfroze, and you stumbled. You cried out and dropped the TemPad, your wrist stiff and throbbing with agony.

Panicked, you looked around the library, but you were alone. Alone, because you’d pruned the Loki. Brutally, efficiently, and completely without intention.

You stared down at your baton, grip now shaking where it had been firm a moment ago. Your body had been a stranger to you, as if someone else had reached inside your skin and taken over. It hadn’t been you doing those things. You couldn’t have. Never in your existence had you ever fought like that before.

Only Hunters fought with that level of violence and brutality.

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Loki (2021) Headcanons [With Spoilers]

My new obsession, you’re welcome ùwú

Most of these are focused on Loki and Mobius lol, I love them

New episode tomorrow and I AM ECSTATIC, I am an impatient FOOL for this show AHHHHHH-

- Sylvie knows calligraphy for her postman

- Both Sylvie and Loki are turtle neck sweater people; Mobius is a sweater vest kind of guy; But they would all wear matching classic sweaters for fun sometimes

- I feel that Mobius would get Loki a knife (or rather a dagger) tie or perhaps the other way around

- Mobius would braid Loki’s hair in different styles in private and Loki would love it so much that he would ask Mobius to do it for special occasions

- Mobius, given an opportunity and a camera, would take photos as a hobby

- Loki would ask for stuff like dominos and cards and play tricks with them at the TVA (like making a card stack on top of important papers)

- He would also learn card tricks just for fun

- Mobius would have a secret jet ski magazine stash that Loki for the love of GODS can’t find (The magazines are hidden in file folders and other similar places)

- When provoked enough by Loki’s smaller tricks, Sylvie and Mobius combine forces to turn the tables

- (If there were popsicles at the TVA) Loki would create a dagger out of the stick and get himself banned from having popsicles

- In general, Loki will try to make daggers out of anything he can (and they all get confiscated)

- B-15 would knit in their free time (Mostly accessories)

- The minutemen (and especially B-15) would all have very cool pajamas

- Ravonna, given the materials and time, would learn to play chess, make origami, and collect vases

- Perhaps Sylvie would learn chess as well; and perhaps they would get along just enough to play together

- Actually, scratch that, I feel that everyone at the TVA (and Loki and Sylvie) would enjoy or at least know chess and have a tournament in which they would all be fiercely competitive

- Mobius would use outdated pop culture both ironically and unironically

#loki spoliers #loki 2021 #Loki #lokius #just a little bit #mobius m mobius #loki layfeyson #sylvie #ravonna renslayer #hunter b 15 #headcanons #Loki headcanons #Loki 2021 headcanons #spoilers