#Mobius waits for the chance that Loki will run back out but they’re gone and Mobius stands in an empty room alone LIKE THE SEASON 2 FINALE😩

[lokiusly]

Roman Holiday AU where Loki is the mischievous royal of Asgard that escapes the castle to live a normal life for just one day— he meets Mobius, a man who is secretly a tabloid writer and wants to write a tell-all story about Loki. They end up falling for each other.

[marvelmusing]

Making Time

Mobius M Mobius x Reader

Part 4

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You’re stood waiting beside Mobius’s locker when you hear him and Loki approaching.

“Good enough for a face to face with the Time-Keepers?” Loki asks him.

“I didn’t say that.” Mobius replies with a chuckle. “One step at a time.” Loki nods,

“One step at a time, right.” Mobius pulls out a pair of knives, handing them to Loki who looks ecstatic.

“Just in case.” The moment Loki gets his hand on them, they’re pulled away from him.

“Absolutely not.” B-15 says, putting them away in her own locker. You can’t help but laugh, a sympathetic look on your face for Loki. “Gather round for a briefing.” She calls out. As you, Mobius, Loki, and the hunter task force gather by the Timedoors, B-15 begins the briefing. “Roxxcart is a vast superstore common to the era. It consists of a series of sprawling sections, including a large warehouse. This warehouse is being used by civilians as a shelter tryin' to ride out the storm. Remember, this is a class ten apocalypse. While the Variant shouldn't know we're coming, he could be hiding anywhere and should be considered hostile. So stay alert. Every time there is an attack, the Variant steals a reset charge. He's planning something. We just don't know what. So keep an eye out for the missing charges, and if you see a Loki, prune it.” You don’t like her word choice there, and you glance at Loki.

“The bad Loki, preferably.” He adds, and you smirk.

Taking a deep breath, you follow Mobius through the Timedoor in front of you. The rain is relentless, though you didn’t expect any less for such a horrendous disaster. You pull your raincoat tighter around you. Mobius keeps an arm around you, as you sway precariously with the violent winds.

“Anything?” He shouts to B-15. She shakes her head,

“Nothing. Move out!” She calls out, and you follow the task force as they make their way to the entrance to the store. The automatic doors open, and you quickly pull your hood down. You shake a little, trying to remove some of the water from your coat.

“So this is 2050.” You say, observing the inside of the superstore. “You know I’d be 54 now?” You tell Mobius, as you look out into the storm. You wonder where you are now. Where the right version of you is, who didn’t accidentally create a nexus event. Mobius looks down at you with a gentle expression on his face.

“Wow. You know I thought I saw a few grey hairs the other day-“ he starts, leaning to examine your head. You swat his hand away playfully, and he chuckles at you, glad to see you smile. B-15 clears her throat from nearby. You and Mobius turn to face her quickly.

“Take both teams and sweep the storm shelter.” She orders one of the hunters. “Loki and I are gonna check out the Green House. We'll meet-“

“No.” Mobius interrupts.

“No?”

“[Y/N] you go with B-15.” You look at him with wide eyes. “Loki stays with me.”

“How do we know he’s not going to run off with the Variant at the first chance he gets?” She argues.

“He's under my supervision.”

“This is my field op, Mobius. If he's not a threat, then it won’t be a problem-“

“Of course he's a threat. Remember the Time Theater?”

“Mobius...”

“I want him with me.”

“What if I run off?” You say suddenly. They both stop arguing to look at you. Mobius frowns,

“What?”

“If Loki ran off he’d be both in the future and on the wrong planet. This is both my timeline and my home. If anyone’s going to run off it’s me.”

“You’re not from Alabama.” Mobius states.

“I could get on a plane.” You argue.

“During a hurricane?” Loki steps between the two of you.

“Mobius, it's fine. It's fine. You can trust me. I understand I have to earn that, so I will.”

“Why is it the people you can't trust are always saying trust me?” Mobius says. “Okay, try to hang on to your Time Collar this time.” You and Mobius begin to walk in one direction, with B-15 and Loki walking the opposite way. The two of you follow one of the hunters until something attracts your attention. You pick it up and your face breaks into a wide smile. “[Y/N]?” Mobius calls out, concerned that you’ve trailed behind. He looks down at what you have in your hands. A Zoomer the Robot Dog. He sighs, “Is now the time for shopping?” You frown lightly at him.

“My sister had one of these.” You say, trying to sound nonchalant but you can’t help the feeling from creeping into your voice. He smiles softly,

“What did she name him?”

“Zoomer.” He nods, laughing quietly,

“Original.” You laugh too.

“Hey, it’s a cute name.”

“I guess.” He pauses for a moment, before adding gently, “You do remember we’re on a mission right?” You nod.

“Yeah, of course.” You set the box back down on the shelf. “Let’s go.” The two of you soon catch up with the hunters. You enter the storage warehouse, where there’s a huge number of civilians crammed inside, hoping to brave out the storm. Hunter D-90 pushes through the crowd,

“Check the bags for the reset charges. Could be any one of them.” A man approaches Mobius, asking him,

“You guys FEMA? National Guard? Well, hey, if you got a copter or other transport, now is the time to use it. We got women and kids, and that weather ain't playin.”

“No, I'm sorry. We don't.”

“Well, how the heck did you get here?” Mobius ignores him, moving towards D-90 who’s aggressively seizing people’s bags and rummaging through them.

“What are you doing? Hey! These people are scared.”

“They're about to die. They should be scared.” He replies, far too calmly. Mobius returns his state.

“Okay. Not of us. Take it easy-” One of the hunters returns, looking anxious as he calls out for Mobius,

“Sir!”

“What is it?” You and Mobius follow the hunter as he leads you to a security office. Once inside you see C-20, the hunter who’d been taken by the Loki, tied up on the floor. She’s muttering to herself, a far away look in her eyes as she repeats over and over,

“It’s real, it’s real, it’s real. It was real. It was real.” Mobius crouches down in front of her, and you sit by her side.

“What's real? What's-“ Mobius starts.

“She’s off the dial.” D-90 mutters. You shoot him a frustrated look.

“Look at me.” Mobius says to her. Her eyes meet his and she says,

“I wanna go home.”

“We’ll get you home, I promise.” You tell her. Mobius nods, turning to one of the hunters,

“Call the TVA, let the infirmary know-“

“No, no, no, I gave it away. I gave it away.”

“What did you give away?”

“The Time-Keepers. Where they are. I gave it away how to find them.” Mobius reaches forward, holding her arm gently. You begin to untie the bindings around her ankles. Once you get her free, you and Mobius head out to look for B-15 and Loki.

“Is it standard TVA knowledge to just know where the Time-Keepers are?” You ask Mobius as you make your way back through the store. “Would a Variant be able to kill the Time-Keepers? Why would a Loki even want to go after the Time-Keepers?”

“Look I don’t know okay!” Mobius sighs, he begins to walk faster in agitation. You nod, clearly your questions aren’t helping.

“Sorry. Let’s just find Loki.” As you’re passing through an aisle B-15 calls out,

“Mobius!”

“Where’s Loki?” You ask her.

“I lost him.”

“What happened?” She shrugs, seemingly lost for words.

“Looks like your favourite Loki betrayed you.” D-90 reamarks. You roll your eyes at your least favourite TVA worker.

“Just move!” Mobius orders as the four of you begin to run through the store. Your group doesn’t make it far before the lights go out. You stop running as you’re plunged into darkness. Then the amber glow of reset charges surround you, a chorus of chirps ringing in your ears as they change to purple. You’re preparing to get disintegrated, until the charges slowly begin to disappear, dropping down through tiny Timedoors. “Where are they going?” you hear Mobius ask. Your TemPad pings and you quickly pull it out of your pocket. With shaking hands you bring up the timeline, watching in horror as an increasing number of branches appear.

“I’ve found them.” Mobius steps towards you and you hand him the TemPad. You both share a terrified look.

“Where’s Loki?” He asks, and your group sets off running again. You look through aisle after aisle, the red lights glowing down on you. Then you spot him.

“Loki!” You call out. Mobius is beside you as you both run towards Loki. Loki stands beside a Timedoor, looking back at you. He seems to hesitate, as he hovers by the door.

“Loki! Loki, wait! Wait! Loki, wait! No! Wait, Loki!” Mobius yells as you race to him. Then Loki passes through the door. As you and Mobius reach for him, the door closes. The group stops, and you turn away in annoyance. You were so close. “Damn it!” Mobius cries out. You turn back to face him. Well that could have gone a lot better.

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Soulmates, Actually Pt 4

(read part 1/part 2/part 3)

A sharp, shrill alarm blares before the sun has even risen, rousing Loki from a perfect slumber. Loki groans their disgust, but it’s muffled in the meat of Mobius’s shoulder.

“Easy, sunshine,” Mobius says, and the infernal man is actually trying to move.

Loki grumbles louder. Mobius, chuckling, eases Loki away from him and onto the pillow instead. It’s not the same - too soft and not nearly warm enough. Loki clings tighter around Mobius’s waist in retaliation.

“We talked about this,” Mobius says. “I have to go back to work today.”

Loki huffs in frustration as they let Mobius remove their hold and lower their arms to the bed. The pillow is a poor replacement.

For a moment, Mobius brushes Loki’s hair back away from their face. His fingers linger, feather-light, at the edge of Loki’s cheekbone. Too soon, the touch is gone.

“I’ll be back at six pm sharp.”

Loki rolls onto Mobius’s side of the bed and falls asleep again.

When they awaken, the sun is bright and the sheets are cool. Loki’s stomach rumbles. They groan as they pull themself out of bed and finally face the day.

The long, lonely day.

A week has passed since Thor’s departure - a week of Loki and Mobius redecorating and cuddling and learning each other.

They bought six plants of varying sizes, new drapes the color of the ocean, and a soft bedspread to match. Mobius fixed up the broken bathroom door, and Loki hung a few new art pieces and string lights.

The La-Z-Boy they arranged in front of a small boxy television set became a fast favorite.

“What did I tell you?” Mobius said the first time Loki relaxed deeply into the recliner. “It’s the perfect throne.”

Mobius may not understand color palettes, but the man knows comfort.

“It will do for now,” Loki told him, not wanting to give too much away.

Mobius’s smile never wavered. “Mmhm.”

Now, Loki drags themself to the kitchen to make a sandwich. Ten minutes later, they are perched on the recliner, plate on their lap, watching soap operas on television.

Claudio is surprised to find that his fiance Regina’s twin sister Georgina has been behind all of his misfortune, but the plot twist has Loki rolling their eyes.

“Amateurs.” Loki bites into an apple slice.

The hours tick by. Loki watches the anchor-shaped clock that hangs in the kitchen - much of their new decor has an ocean theme. But the more Loki watches the clock, the slower time seems to pass.

Time flew by with Mobius here. But without him...

After the soap operas, the courtroom shows begin. And then the news programs. Loki walks laps around the apartment while listening to the weather forecast for the third time - partly cloudy with a 30% chance of rain. The cost of gasoline is skyrocketing. The local high school football team might make county finals, whatever that means.

At quarter to six, Loki thanks the cosmos. Finally. Mobius will be home and put an end to this monotony.

Loki cleans up a bit, dusting some crumbs off the arms of the recliner. They place the plates in the sink.

Then, because they don’t want to appear too eager, they grab a book and stretch out on the bed.

Six o’clock comes and goes. Mobius does not arrive.

By seven, Loki is annoyed.

By eight, they are angry.

By ten, they are concerned.

Dubuque seems relatively safe. And Mobius has lived here alone for a long time before Loki.

But Loki has enemies. Many, many enemies. All of whom would be more than happy to get their hands on their soulmate.

Mobius is probably fine.

But what if he’s not?

At eleven, they are examining the photo of his office building that Mobius keeps on the dresser. Mobius had taken them to see it in the past week, though they hadn’t gone inside. It wasn’t too far a walk, if they recall. Loki is certain that they could find it again, even in darkness.

So they change into a black suit and hurry out the door. The Dubuque city streets are barren this time of night. Loki encounters no one on their trek to the office - until they barge through the front door and are stopped by a security guard.

Loki promised Mobius that they would not hurt anyone, so instead they create a projection of themself to distract the guard while they themself head toward the elevators. Following the signs for the data analytics department, they ride the elevator to the fourth floor.

They step off the elevator into a darkened field of cubicles. Each is the same - small desk, computer, and chair. All are empty. But Loki isn’t alone here. They follow a light through the cubicle maze and come to one that is occupied.

Mobius has a foot-high pile of files on his desk. He’s tapping at his computer keyboard with the index finger of each hand and peering at the small monitor.

“Mobius?”

Mobius jumps, then clutches his chest. He exhales when he sees Loki standing in the opening of his 3ft x 4ft cell. “Give a guy a warning next time.” He smiles. “But it’s good to see you. How’d you get here? Security let you in?”

Loki only frowns at him. “You said you’d be back at six.”

Mobius’s smile loses some of its brightness. “I have to work a little late. Next time we go out, we’ll get you a phone so I can call and let you know -”

“’A little late?’ Mobius, it’s been hours. I thought you were...” They won’t give name to their truest fears. That Mobius had been kidnapped or killed. Or perhaps that he had finally seen the true darkness in Loki and left of his own free will.

Mobius shakes his head. “Come on, Loki. It hasn’t been that long. It’s only...” He glances at his monitor. “Midnight? That can’t be right.”

“I assure you that is accurate.”

Mobius sits back in his squeaking chair, and rubs his hands over his face. “I’m sorry...” He releases a drawn out sigh and his whole body droops. “Boss was cheesed that I bailed on the conference. I have a lot of work to make up.”

The stack of folders towers over Mobius’s slouched shoulders.

“Would it helped if I -”

“You can’t kill him,” Mobius says.

Loki closes their mouth. Tries again. “He needn’t be killed. I could simply... frighten him.”

Mobius shoots Loki a flat look.

“Fine,” Loki says, disappointed. “But what is your intention? To stay here all night?”

Mobius side-eyes the folder mountain. “I’m going to have to.”

“No.”

Mobius sighs. “Loki -”

“This is a place of employment, Mobius, not a living space.”

“It’s my own fault. I should have come back sooner.” He rubs at the corner of one eye. “Maybe I should have stayed at the conference.”

The words stab Loki between the ribs.

“Magicking away was not my best idea,” Mobius says. “I shouldn’t have run from my responsibilities. I’ll never catch up on this work.”

More stabs, a thousand tiny cuts.

“So you regret everything,” Loki says, fighting hard to keep the hurt from their voice. They are disappointed by their own surprise, their own pain. They had thought Mobius was different. They should have known.

Thor was wrong when he said no one could hold Loki’s interest. It was the other way around. Loki protected themself by leaving before the other could get bored. They should have done that here.

But they thought...

Mobius is supposed to be their perfect match.

“No, hey,” Mobius jumps from his chair. That’s all it takes to put him in Loki’s space. Loki takes a step back. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t regret everything, just some things.”

“You regret coming with me when we escaped.”

“N-no,” he says, but not without hesitation.

“You could have stayed. They weren’t chasing you. You could have told them I brainwashed you and gone on with your day.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” The bags are heavy under Mobius’s eyes. He’s tired, Loki knows that - but Loki’s tired too. Sitting, waiting, stressing.

The room sparks with tension. Loki’s pain festers under their skin.

And Mobius regrets.

Loki takes a breath, searching for calm. For understanding. For their soulmate. “Come home,” they say, “And we can continue talking in the morning.”

Mobius exhales again, too sharp. He places his hands on his hips and looks at that damned pile of folders again. “I can’t go anywhere.”

“Mobius -”

“This is my life, Loki,” Mobius tells him. “Data analysis is my life. You have to understand that.”

Something dark in Loki’s chest snaps clean in half. “This is your life. This.” They wave a hand around. “This tiny box in a sea of tiny boxes. Where everyone else has left you here in the dark. Where your employer buries you under papers so deep that you cannot find your way out of them. Is all this extra work truly because you left the conference? How often would you work late before I arrived?”

Mobius looks away, and Loki knows they’re right. The answer, too often.

“Are you at least receiving additional benefits for all this extra time spent here?”

Mobius still won’t look at them.

“They are taking advantage of you, of your loyalty, and you are letting them.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mobius snaps, the sharpest he’s ever spoken to Loki.

Loki stands taller. They’re used to anger, to cutting words, to pain - more than they were ever used to kindness.

“I am trying to protect you,” Loki says.

“I don’t need protection from my job.”

For one wild moment, Loki thinks of grabbing those folders and tossing them across the room. They dream of throwing Mobius over their shoulder and saving them from this drab place and its tan carpet and eggshell walls.

Instead, they insist, “No, you do. You owned three photos when I first met you: one of your parents, one of a jetski, and one of this office. Can you not see how depressing that is?”

Mobius face hardens.

“You are meant for better things than this. When was the last time you even rode a jetski? Or had fun of any kind?”

“I’m an adult. I don’t need fun.”

“That is absurd.”

Mobius’s brows draw together. “Listen, not all of us could be born into royalty, and just go around doing whatever we want all the time.”

Born into royalty. A fresh sting, not one Mobius could know would hit so hard. But it does all the same. Loki steps backward from the force of it.

Mobius unhooks his arms. “Loki -”

Loki shakes their head. Mobius watches them, confusion replacing frustration, followed quickly by concern. He lifts his hand, but Loki steps back again, further out of reach.

“It’s fine,” Loki says, lying. “Stay as long as you like.” They bury the pain down deep. It’s familiar, an old, hated friend. “I wouldn’t dare dream of treading on your unhappiness.”

Mobius drops his hand. “I am happy. I am perfectly happy.”

“Good,” Loki says.

“Great,” Mobius says.

“Wonderful.”

“Fantastic.”

They stare hard at each other. Loki refuses to look away first.

When Mobius finally does, turning back to his cubicle and his chair and the stack of folders, disappointment floods through Loki.

They don’t wait to be dismissed, they turn and leave on their own.

*

Loki does not return to the apartment. Instead, they walk and they walk and they walk. They almost hope to be accosted by vagrants, so as to release some restless energy in a fight, but they see no one. They reach a river and follow it into a forest.

They sit along the riverbank and watch the sunlight crest over the trees.

Maybe they shouldn’t have surrendered the scepter. With the tesseract, they could have traveled anywhere. Now they are limited to the distance of their own two legs. Not that they would know where to go anyway.

The only place they want to be is back at the apartment with Mobius.

It’s evening when they eventually make their way back there. Their stomach growls, and they’re thirsty and tired. With some food and a good night’s rest, perhaps they could leave again with a plan this time. Hire a taxi to an airport and take a plane. Find a city of decadence and lose themself for a few decades.

They don’t expect Mobius to be home. It’s only shortly after seven, far too early for his beloved late nights. Yet as they place the key into the lock and start to turn, they barely have time to remove it before being yanked forward into the apartment and into a crushing embrace.

“Don’t leave me,” Mobius says. His arms are sure around Loki’s waist. His nose is buried in the crook of Loki’s neck and shoulder. His words are muffled by Loki’s forest-dirty suit coat. “I’m not happy. I haven’t been in a long time. Not until you. And not without you.”

Loki sags into his arms, and he holds tighter, keeping Loki upright. Keeping them safe. They close their eyes and let the warmth of Mobius’s body chase away the chill of the Iowa evening air.

“You scared the hell outta me,” Mobius says, voice shaky. “I looked for you everywhere, but I kept checking here. I kept hoping you’d come back. I’m so sorry.” Mobius leans back. He reaches up and cups Loki’s face between his palms. Gently, he rubs his thumbs over Loki’s cheekbones. “I want to be good for you.”

“How could you think you’re not?”

Regret shines in Mobius’s eyes now, more than it ever did during their argument. “I hurt you. I don’t want to ever do that again.”

Loki places their hand over one of Mobius’s on their face. “I hurt you, too, I suspect.”

“No, everything you said was right.” He swallows. “Work’s all I had for so long, and when I was back there, and they started piling it on... Everyone else in that office has always had someone, so before I would take on the extra work myself. It was better than coming home alone. It’s a hard habit to break. Loki, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to do this.” But Loki still wants to hear it. Each of Mobius’s words are a balm over their pain. Mobius keeps going. He doesn’t even stop for breath.

“I lashed out at you, and I only did that because you were right. And I didn’t want to hear it. But then you were gone.”

“I’m here,” Loki says. “I’m here now.”

“I am a lousy soulmate.” Mobius smiles, but it’s too soft, too sad. “After so long alone, I don’t think that I know how to be with somebody. But I want to learn. I want to deserve this, with you.”

“Mobius,” Loki says, and their mending heart threatens to break again. “I am no great prize.”

Mobius starts to laugh. “I’m trying to be serious, Loki.”

“I am too,” Loki says, and whatever Mobius sees on their face stops the laughter. Loki studies the softness in Mobius’s gaze, the adoration, the great care, memorizing as much as they can, in case this is the last time they see it. “I’m a monster.”

Mobius, voice flat and unamused, says, “Be serious.”

“I was not born to royalty. Not like you think,” Loki says and waits. Dread rolls over them in waves, but Mobius does not react more than a slight cant of his head. “I’m not...” It would be easier to show him, but Loki can’t. If they do, Mobius will change all of his sweet words. He won’t stand to share this small apartment with them any longer, and Loki will be back on that riverside. “How you see me is not... how I am.”

Mobius is patient. Mobius waits. Maybe Loki wasn’t wrong about Mobius after all. Maybe Mobius, like them, is imperfect and a little afraid but trying.

Slowly, Loki pulls Mobius’s hands from their face so as not to burn him with the cold of their skin as they lift the glamour that hides their Jotunn form.

They want to look away, to hide from the horror they are sure to see on Mobius’s face, but simultaneously are too desperate to see any and every reaction.

Mobius’s eyes grow wide. His lips part. He blinks a few times.

“Loki,” Mobius says, and Loki braces for fresh heartache. But then he smiles, real and true and bright, a lighthouse in a lifetime of hurt. “Blue like the ocean.” The adoration never dims from his eyes. “You are beautiful.”

*

Mobius insists he doesn’t care, but Loki only feels comfortable again with their glamour restored.

“Either way,” Mobius says, and sends Loki off to the bathroom to shower and change. “I’ll have dinner ready by the time you’re done.”

When Loki leaves the tiny bathroom in their silk pajamas, they find the small two-person table lit by candlelight. Mobius stands beside it, wearing one of the dark suits Loki picked out for him at the store, with a deep green tie that’s slightly askew.

“What’s all this?” Loki asks.

“I know we’re soulmates, and our fates are destined and everything,” Mobius says, tugging at his collar. A bit of pink dusts his cheeks. “But some things should be done the old fashioned way. I want to win your heart, so I thought...” He clears his throat. “I want to wine and dine you. Properly.”

“Ah.” Loki slides further into the room, heart lighter than it’s been in the past forty-eight hours. All the lingering hurts are mended. And Mobius looks delectable in that suit, just as Loki thought he would. Loki strides right up to him, reaches out, and adjusts his tie. “You are attempting to seduce me.”

Mobius’s cheeks redden. He glances away for the briefest of moments before his eyes return to Loki’s face.

“You are everything a guy could want,” Mobius says. “More than I ever dreamed.”

Loki finishes fixing Mobius’s tie, but leaves their hands flat on Mobius’s chest. Mobius takes one and brings it to his mouth. He places a kiss to Loki’s palm.

Loki shivers, but not from any cold.

“Loki,” Mobius says, giving so much weight to the name - things unspoken, maybe not ready to be said, but are known - so known, and ready to be shown.

Mobius leans, and Loki stays very still, waiting, wanting but so, so afraid.

Mobius stops just out of reach. His breath hot on Loki’s lips, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Loki swallows all their fear and whispers, “Please.”

Mobius closes the distance and presses their lips together.

Fireworks ignite in Loki’s chest. Their heart thunders. Their hands itch for more, so they grab Mobius by the shoulders and hold, clinging, ruining the new suit and not caring at all.

Mobius cups Loki’s jawline, guiding them closer, tilting gently, positioning Loki just as he wants them. Loki goes willingly, opening their mouth as Mobius licks his way inside.

They should have done this long ago. They should do this all the time. This should never, ever stop.

Loki moans as Mobius’s fingers comb into their hair. Mobius breaks for air, tilts his head, and comes back for more. Loki holds Mobius so close, they are certain their heart beats straight into Mobius’s chest.

It’s perfect, passion incarnate, and Loki wants so much that they -

Loki’s stomach growls. Loudly.

Mobius smiles against Loki’s lips.

Loki groans as Mobius plants one more soft kiss and pulls away.

“Wining and dining time,” he says with a wink.

Loki is both endeared and annoyed. “I will have more of this.” His stomach grumbles again. “After dinner.”

Loki doesn’t miss the flush of Mobius’s cheeks, even as his easy smile returns. “It would be my absolute pleasure, and I mean that.”

[denotday]

My headcannon for Loki

Author's note: I dislike that plotline of Loki being in love with Sylvie. I'd greatly prefer for Loki to have a friendship blossom with Sylvie which then opens him up to a casual relationship with one or two people. In the end, I think that this relationship will lead to Loki becoming father material. This is intended to be a romance, not a loki x reader fic.

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Chapter one:

"Oh that explains it. You were having romantic feelings for Sylvie. Of couse an event like such would trigger a Nexus-level event. How on brand! You falling in love with yourself, such a narcissist!"

Mobius was rude to say that. Loki may be a narcissist, but to insinuate that he had romantic feelings for Sylvie is a grave mistake. I mean, from Loki's point of view, he can understand how that female acquaintance could develope such lust for a person with his visage, but for Loki to reciprocate those sexual, human tendencies? That'd be absurd! Who does Mobius think Loki is? THOR? Psh, He could assure you himself that he's NOTHING like that human-dwelling, beard-stubbled hero who lusts for those of the likes of that Jane person. There'd be no honor in slumming it with Sylvie in a romantic way, anyway.

"Sylvie, this is pretty new to me, but I have to tell you that I-----"

Have feelings for you? Want to bear your children (however that would work)? Desire to pursue a sexual fantasy with you involving you wearing hooves and authentic deer antlers? A weird fetish for Loki to have, yes, but the point still stands. Though Loki does have feelings for his Sylvie, none of those feelings are sexual. Anything but.

"......wonder if you'd consider me to a friend of yours." Right on the nose. How curious. A GOD to have feelings for one who is cruel and lacking in social skills? Never! But a friendship with a person who'd allow him to come out of his own shell and pursue a path of inner discovery? Yes. Dear reader, viewer, whoever the hell you are. As one who lives in the mind of THE God of Mischief (side note: MARVEL's God of Mischief), I can assure you that Loki doesn't care about anyone but himself.

"Mmmh HMM."

All right, Fine. What I meant to say was that Loki has high self esteem for himself and values all of his faculties. Adding sexual attraction to this mix would just complicate his inner mechanisms.

"They're right. This genderless voice in my head. I----actually don't know who you are. I should kill you for trespassing, shouldn't I?"

Hhhhhh. Moving on.....After Loki was pruned by the TVA, he later met up with Syvlie when she travelled to that realm by getting herself pruned.

But here is where stories diverge.

With Mobius travelling back to the TVA, Sylvie and Loki share a few friendly moments catching up with eachother. A promise was made by Sylvie to stick with Loki and allow him to accompany her on her mission to destroy the TVA; but at last minute, when faced with the doom of impending mortal death, there was a change of heart.

There were two sets of footsteps and two sets of feet scraping at dirt, until it all came to a halt. ".......Loki, errr, still weird. Wish you had a different name than me. I'm thinking....I value you as a friend, and if I'm correct, friends don't get their buddies killed. So....I don't want you to come with me"

Loki pauses.

A few thoughts cross his mind briefly, "how could a friend betray me" and "I should kill this conniving quim" come to mind but beneath these thoughts, beneath this outer shell, was a feeling of sadness. The thought "I'll always be lonely, never escaping the cycle of being pushed away."

In compassion along with understanding of Loki's quietness, Sylvie slowly shifts her body to look at Loki's profile. His face is clenched and the muscles of his jaw are made tight, tighter than they usually are. The happiness that was once smeared on his face---marked with a wide smile----was gone. Loki's happy eye wrinkles also had retreated back into the tautness of his soft face. Eyes that were so dark and piercing became focused.

Until those dark eyes started to cloud over with a wetness.

"Hey. I get it. I like you too."

Loki wouldn't turn to her.

"----But, I know where this ends for me and don't want the same ending for you."

His eyes shift to Sylvie's worried face.

" You've retreated within yourself for so long that you forgot how to love. For so long, you haven't had a friendship or a person to be vulnerable with."

A sniffle now.

"And I wanted you to know that there's more to the world for you. Lokis don't have to be 'failures' or secondary characters in the story of the 'true' hero. I want-----need----you to live for both of us. Find your destiny. Live a different life, face a more positive ending than your death at the hands of the titan. Find someone, anyone, to fall in love with. And more importantly, I want you to open yourself up. Allow yourself to feel worthy of friendship."

Syvlie reaches upward to lay her hands on Loki's shoulder. She turns him gently toward her.

"Because you are the best friend that I've never had in all of my years on asgard or anywhere. You are special Loki and you possess so much personality, so much magical potential....."

Loki waits.

".....Despite being a jerk who doesn't deserve it"

The left corner of Loki's mouth picks up in a smirk. A small chuckle rises from his chest.

"This is goodbye, Loki. It is my destiny to fight this monster, discovering the secrets of the TVA. THIS is my glorious purpose and I believe that you should receive another chance at finding yours."

Although awkward, Sylvie reaches around Loki's sides for a low hug. Loki is uncomfortable with this, but in an effort to make the moment nicer, he strokes Sylvie's hair for a few minutes, even when she starts tearing up and heaving tear-ridden gasps into his chest.

"....This is a setback, I feel, Sylvie. But I understand your decision. You were the only real friend that I've had in a while." And with that, Loki steps away from her and starts to walk away in the opposite direction.

"Wait"

Loki stops.

"I still want to do one last thing for you, before I go. Here's this temppad. I want to give you a choice. You may go back to your own timeline and reset things, if you feel like these new feelings...new emotions....are too much for you. Resetting the timeline will wipe your memory of me....of our time together. Alternatively, you can choose to go back and make a different destiny for yourself. One that involves you pursuing the path of purpose and determination. Maybe you'll be your own hero for the first time. I have faith that you'll make the right decision."

Taking the temppad, Loki rushes toward Sylvie with a hug and a quick "thank you my friend."

Syvlie runs toward the belly of the beast in true Loki fashion and as she looks back, she gives Loki a salute while mouthing "glorious purpose".

Alone and in the literal dark, Loki looks down at the hands which grasp the temppad. He thinks about his impending decision; "Do I choose a destiny where I give in to mischief....ultimately leading to my demise, or shall I choose to be the person that Sylvie wanted me to be, the kind person who has a positive destiny...a good ending for once. A destiny where I don't have to be the villain anymore???"

After making his decision, Loki releases a big sigh and steps into the orange door of the temppad back into his timeline.

He's back. The tessaract slides on the floor, landing at Loki's feet. Here, he makes the choice.....the choice that settles what his "glorious purpose" will be. Amidst all of the hysteria that the hulk had created, hysteria of Avenger's Stark having a heart attack, Loki conjures a copy of the tesseract's briefcase and using his palms and fingers, reaches down to put the tessaract within the case, using magic to place it back near Avenger's Tony Stark.

Emotions take a halt as the hulk is calmed back into Bruce Banner and the Hydra agents allow Stark to recover from the brief heart attack.

Thor approaches his brother, amazed that Loki's just standing to the side, simply watching everything happening.

"What, did you think that I'd make some daring escape, brother? I thought you knew me better than that!"

There's a shine in Thor's eyes that turns into skepticism quickly; why did my brother not escape? What's his motive?

"Let's go back to Asgard, Loki"

And Loki's destiny changes for the better. 

[alirhi]

If I'd written Loki pt 3

(Missed one? Episode 1 Episode 2)

Still can't sleep. I started to doze off a little, but then my fucking brain latched onto this and wouldn't let go lol so...here.

Episode 3 would be where Loki finds the file on the destruction of Asgard. Mobius has been trying to keep it from him, afraid it might be too much for him to handle so soon. He looks across the table and sees Loki frozen in horror, and he knows, because they're researching apocalypses, exactly what he's seeing. Damn.

"Did you know about this?" Loki demands, hiding his shock and grief behind anger. Mobius admits of course I did as he tries to snatch the paper away. You weren't ready, Loki. It was too much- "And what makes you think that was ever for you to decide?!"

There's a moment of charged silence between them, Loki angry and reeling, and Mobius truly frightened of him for the first time. Since getting to know Loki - really getting to know him, not just as a file on his desk but the man himself - he's come to like and respect him more and more, and in the process, privately question the sacred timeline. That's why he keeps advocating for the minimal freedom he can get for Loki, why he told him part of his destiny, why he now isn't sure what to do or say.

"What happened?" Loki quietly demands. He could just read the rest of the file, but he can't quite stomach seeing it laid bare so callously in black and white.

Ragnarok, Mobius tells him softly. You unleash Surtur- "I did this?!" Loki is baffled, horrified, unable to grasp the concept of allowing the only home he'd ever known to be obliterated. To stave off something much, much worse, Mobius murmurs.

Loki shakes his head. "What could be worse than the destruction of an entire planet?" Still unsure how to proceed, Mobius gets snarky and reminds him, Didn't you already try to do that once, like a year ago? Loki is less than impressed lol. He's also privately freaking out. For all his mixed feelings about the place and its people, he just can't wrap his mind around destroying Asgard.

"That's where she is," he decides, lurching up from his seat. Mobius doesn't buy it, tries to stop him. You're not thinking rationally. She's never gone there- "That you know of. You had no idea where she'd ever been until I figured it out." She's a Loki! Wouldn't she have the same feelings you're having right now? Try to stop Ragnarok? "Who says I'm trying to stop it? I thought we were stopping her."

Loki, listen to me! He reaches for Loki's arm, but he's let his guard down; Loki steals his Tempad and sends them both to Asgard. Mobius is partly right, of course; Sylvie has never come back to this place before. She couldn't handle the flood of mixed emotions seeing Asgard again would cause. But Loki, even at the mercy of a lot of those same emotions, is also right. He knows what Mobius doesn't yet realize: Desperation drives Lokis home. Sylvie's plans have been disrupted; she's come here, to her last resort, the place she'd vowed never to set foot in again, to regroup. They don't find her right away, though.

First, they run into someone Loki has known since childhood.

"Loki!" she cries out, shocked to see him just standing there beside a complete stranger. They fly together like magnets, collapsing into each other's arms. "What are you doing here? We have to run; Asgard is being evacuated."

"Sigyn." He squeezes her with all his might, this woman who has meant everything to him, ever since they were small. In his arrogance, he's never told her how he felt. He won't now, either. There's too much going on, too much at stake. He holds her tight, not saying a word, while Mobius watches with a sort of awkward, nervous amusement. Oh. So THAT'S Sigyn! Loki flips him off behind Sigyn's back; a bit uncouth, sure, but any other retort would just be more effort than he feels like putting in right now. (oh wait. Disney. okay, so he doesn't flip him off, just glares I guess XD)

'Loki, we must go!"

"Then go," he murmurs, kissing her cheek and reluctantly releasing her. "I'll find you later." She won't make it to the bridge, Mobius warns as she's walking away. He doesn't know why he's telling him this; warning him of his own fate when he's already derailed it is one thing, but willfully causing a branch in the sacred timeline? What's wrong with him?! But he's already said it, and the stricken look on Loki's face says he heard him loud and clear. Loki grabs Sigyn's arm before she can get too far, and gives Mobius a look daring him to stop him. Mobius only shrugs helplessly and follows them both toward the palace.

"How old was she?" What? Loki rolls his eyes. "How far into her timeline did you abduct her?" Mobius hadn't thought of it that way, but he admits, she was a little girl. At Loki's impatient look, he shrugs. Seven? Eight, maybe? Maybe younger, I don't know.

"That's close enough. I know where to look." So wait... we're really here to find the other variant? Mobius laughs. I thought you were just cracking up! "I don't love the idea of this place disappearing forever," Loki admits in an irritated growl, "but I never do anything without a purpose. You ought to know that."

Sigyn's confused, but she lets this debate play out without a word. She knows Loki well enough to know something's going on, and even if she asks her questions now, she won't get any answers. So she waits. And is even more confused when they find Sylvie, and she recognizes Loki's female form. "What?"

Loki smirks. "Eerie, isn't it?" Before approaching Sylvie, he growls in Mobius' ear, "if anything happens to her, you will suffer more horribly than you can possibly imagine." You ever gonna tell her you're in love with her? Mobius taunts, grinning. Loki challenges, "Will I have the chance?" He doesn't let Mobius answer. He approaches Sylvie cautiously, like she's a cornered animal. The VARIANT jacket he'd forgotten he was wearing until then disappears. He's just Loki again, no visible ties to the TVA. Unfortunately, with Mobius right behind him, he's never going to get Sylvie to trust him. They fight, Loki consistently getting the upper hand because he knows more magic than Sylvie does, and she can't reach anyone to enchant them.

Then the earth beneath their feet shakes. Ragnarok has begun. Sylvie tries to steal Mobius' Tempad from Loki. He turns and races to Sigyn's side, Sylvie on his heels. Knowing they can't stay there, this is where he opens up a portal to a random apocalypse, and he, Sylvie, Sigyn, and Mobius all end up on Lamentis.

They still try the train thing, with Loki conjuring fancy clothes and tickets for everyone (and cuffs on Sylvie, hidden beneath one of those furry hand warmer things). Loki and Sigyn, both reeling from what they've each been through, play some kind of Asgardian drinking game, and Loki sings that beautiful song. He's serenading Sigyn, though, not Sylvie. Meanwhile Sylvie and Mobius stay at the table and talk. They both know better than to reveal any groundbreaking secrets; they just chat. Mobius is fascinated by a female Loki, until he looks over at the other two and sees what appears to be another Sylvie. Sylvie rolls her eyes and causally tells him that Lokis are shapeshifters, and aren't limited to one gender. Drunk and giggling, Loki turns back into himself and kisses Sigyn. Sigyn slaps him (she loves him and always has, but if he's ever going to make a move, she's not tolerating a sloppy, drunken one. Sigyn has self respect, yo! XD).

They don't get thrown off the train. They make it to the port, where Loki looks out over the city and makes the same realization he did originally: "My god. They're going to let all these people die." He won't stand for it. He's done watching worlds burn. After all he's seen and been through, all he's done and been forced to do, he's done. While Sylvie urges him to forget it and find the power source, and Mobius tries to get back to towing the company line and tells him not to screw up the apocalypse, Loki takes one look at Sigyn, his love, his childhood friend, the only person in his entire life who loved him and gave zero fucks about Thor, his moral compass... And she just nods. The two of them race down into the fray. Sigyn rounds people up, herding them away from the worst of the danger the best she can, while Loki focuses on the destruction around them. The episode ends when he stops that falling building and pushes it back upright.

Episode 4