#wolfpup026

[waterhorseyblues-ao3]

if you're still doing kiss fic prompts, would you do #47 and #15 for lokius? (no worries if i'm too late, i just saw your post from two days ago about taking more requests)

yes of course i am absolutely still doing them for as long as people want to send prompts. in fact one of them i've adjusted the ship slightly, for you, as a treat, to make a bigger story

(…out of spite.)

Mobius tested the ropes that held him. He didn't think struggling would do anything, and didn't try, but it did prove that he was held fast to the chair with only enough room to breathe. Even if he did escape, he wouldn't get far. He was an analyst not a hunter, running and fighting were not his skillset.

Loki stood before him with a cruel smirk. This was not his Loki. This was one of the other variants - a far more sly and dangerous one who had managed to put himself at the top of the pecking order in the void. He still wore his presidential run suit, even though it had taken some pretty visible damage.

"What an interesting face," Loki mused, "very homely, hardly my usual type."

Mobius tried not to let any reaction show on his face. It stung to be told to his face how unattractive he was to Loki, but at the same time the thought that he'd automatically been assumed to be his Loki's lover made something burn deep inside him. He didn't have that with his Loki. He didn't get to have that. He wasn't someone who could be that to Loki, any Loki.

Something of this must've showed on his face because the Loki before him suddenly laughed. "Oh, now that is interesting. He hasn't even made his claim on you yet?"

This time Mobius couldn't hide the flush that burned up his neck to his ears. "I don't know what you're talkin' about," he growled, trying to sound far more convinced of that than he was.

"Of course you do, agent. Ah," his smirk curled up wickedly, and he caught Mobius' chin in his fingertips, "but what a perfect thing to steal then. I bet he hasn't even done this."

"What-" Mobius began, but his words were cut off.

Loki had surged in and covered his mouth with his own, pressing down on him with such force it made Mobius gasp, and then his mouth was invaded by Loki's tongue, hot and demanding. Mobius knew he should resist - bite down or headbutt him or something. But he couldn't. It was Loki's lips, Loki's mouth, everything he'd wanted. And yet, so very wrong.

When Loki pulled away he gasped for air, flushed head to toe and completely pathetically ruined inside.

"Let's see what he does about that," Loki teased, tongue swiping over his lips. "I can be quite the jealous creature, I just know it's going to sting."

(…passionately.)

Mobius won't quite look him in the eye. They've been walking a while now, Loki still very armed and a big streak of blood down his shirt. It's not his - well, it is in a way "his", just not from his body. He'd sort of lost control of himself somewhere in the middle of the fight and wasn't entirely sure what he'd done, but there was a nasty sticky feeling under his nails he didn't want to investigte. His variant self had escaped narrowly, laughing like a mad man the whole while.

Loki stopped suddenly on the top of one of the hills and lifted a hand out so that Mobius would stop as well. "I need to ask you something."

Mobius did not look at him. "Sure."

"What he said back there..."

Mobius didn't speak, but nodded. Loki watched him roll his lips between his teeth for a second.

"So it's true."

"I didn't have a choice." Mobius looked at him suddenly, then away again. He sounded uncharacteristically defensive.

Loki started to cross his arms, then put his hands on his hips, then lowered them and fidgeted a little more, a little lost. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and finally managed to get out, "I had no idea that was something you were even interested in."

Mobius's head snapped up to stare at him.

"I mean- I- I would have gladly, any time, if you had just asked," Loki continued, "I don't think I've been particularly subtle, and you've always been far more concerned about professionalism, so I was under the impression it wasn't on the table."

Mobius is speechless for a second, then, "Loki I've wanted to kiss you from the start."

This pulls the floor out from under Loki, and he nearly physically falls over a jagged piece of junk on the floor with how much he reacts to this. "What?" Is all he can say, feeling incredibly stupid.

Mobius clenches his jaw and starts walking again. "It doesn't matter now. He did what he did. It doesn't matter."

"It absolutely matters!" Loki chased after him.

"If it matters then he got what he wanted!" Mobius argued, still going. "He won, we both lost, that's it."

Loki cut in front of him, blocking his way. "We've lost nothing."

"You already know what-"

"I hardly consider kissing a trapped man to mean anything," Loki scoffed. "And if it's bothering you that much, then I had better make you forget about it entirely."

"What-" Mobius began to ask, but for the second time had his words cut off as Loki cupped his jaw between his hands and kissed him.

The kiss started firm, breath sucked in and head tilting slowly. When Mobius didn't react, it softened, turning more tentative, until Loki pulled back to look at the other man.

Mobius gazed at him with an expression Loki could only describe as rapturous.

"I can do better than that," Loki found himself saying, feeling unusually insecure.

"Yeah you can," Mobius replied, then gripped him by the shirt and pulled him in to another kiss. Loki reacted to it immediately, one hand sliding over his shoulder, the other gripping his jacket lapels. Their mouths moved against each other, bodies pressed so close that the heat was almost suffocating.

They broke apart for a moment, only to gasp for air, then closed the gap once more, Loki's tongue pushing against the seam of Mobius' lips, asking, and Mobius answered by letting him in. Mobius' hands bucnhed in Loki's hair, and Lokis' hands slid around his waist to hold him close.

When they finally broke apart, both panting, their brows met in the middle.

"Did you forget it?" Loki asked breathily.

"Forget what?" Mobius grinned.

"Perfect."

[okilokiwithpurpose]

Thanks to @wolfpup026​ and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening​ for the tag ❤❤

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On mobile I “only” have something like 12 open tabs...

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"Sirens - Of Blood And Water" by Epica feat. Charlotte Wessels & Myrkur 

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Told my sister of news I heard that the ozone layer is healing!

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This book:

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I wish I could remember...

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My cat who managed to climb on the (flat) TV screen...

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I am sorry for always answering those tag games so late but I appreciate it a lot 🥰

Tagging everyone who feels like doing it 😊

[cha-melodius]

One last WIP Wednesday for this fic before I yeet it into the abyss (post it on ao3). The above banner is part of the wip post, btw!

Thanks for the tags @suseagull04, @getmehighonmagic, @kiwiana-writes, @three-drink-amy, @firenati0n, @eusuntgratie, @orchidscript, @mikibwrites, @wordsofhoneydew, @read-and-write-, @itsmaybitheway!

Henry’s mouth tightens, pinching in at the corner. “That’s… not why I refused to work with you, Alex.” “Oh yeah? Enlighten me, then.” Henry is silent for a long while, staring at their linked hands. “That mission was one of my first solo operations,” he says when he speaks again, “and I was under an immense amount of pressure from my— from MI6 high command. And I saw you there, a young, brilliant CIA officer at the top of his game, and I thought”—his voice breaks, and he clears his throat, squeezing his eyes shut—“I thought, this is a man who could utterly ruin me. I knew that I had to do whatever was necessary to keep you as far away as possible.” Alex opens his mouth and closes it again, frowning. “What the fuck does that mean? We’re supposed to be allies. Why would I ruin you?” Alex isn’t expecting him to laugh, low and humorless. “Don’t you get it, Alex?” Henry asks, a flicker of fire in his eyes for the first time in hours. “This life we lead… everything is in service to our agencies, our countries. We change identities like clothes, shoving ourselves and our hopes and desires so deep down they’re almost lost entirely. We don’t get to have things for ourselves, don’t even get to want, but I— I wanted.” He closes his eyes and exhales heavily. “Lord help me, I wanted you.”

Some tags under the cut and, as always, an open one as well, tag me so I can see what you're working on!

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[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

WIP Wednesday

Lokius. Loki corners a trans Mobius for a kiss and fumble in the archives. Angst and tension, but it will all work out.

Mobius whimpered, his mind whirring as Loki leaned over him, pressing his back firmly into the archive shelves with a firm hand against his chest. His breath caught in his throat at those darkened eyes burrowing into his, glinting with promise. “Is this really happening?” Loki asked, their breath ghosting across Mobius’ lips. “Uh, maybe.” He wanted this. Of course he did. The two of them had been dancing around their obvious attraction to one another since they’d started working together, squirreled away in the depths of the TVA hunting through reports to find something, anything, that would lead them to the variant. They’d found something alright. Mobius licked his lips, watching how Loki’s eyes tracked the movement. The air around them felt thick and it wasn’t like anyone was going to find them here. The archivist wouldn’t come through here for many units yet, and no one else was down here. He could so very easily give into temptation. Loki was offering, and Mobius wanted, by the time keepers he wanted. This was like a dream, something so perfect he should leap at the chance, grab the Loki by the horns, so to speak. Sure, Loki might be trying to manipulate him, to get something in return for their favor. It wasn’t like Loki hadn’t done that many times before; Mobius had read their file, after all. Sex was frequently the weapon of choice for the god of mischief to get what they wanted. He knew all that, and that still wasn’t the issue. His indecision etched on and Loki blinked at him, their forehead marred by a deepening frown. “If you don’t want to.” “No,” Mobius gasped, his voice sounding weak. “No, it’s not like that.” “Then what?” He wasn’t sure how to explain it. For all the time he’d existed in the TVA, he’d been told that everyone was made in the time keepers’ image. But the truth was, he knew he wasn’t. He’d seen what other guys in the showers had between their legs and he wasn’t the same. He lacked certain attributes they had, and he had no explanation as to why they’d made him faulty. That drunken fumble with Ravonna hadn’t helped, either. He’d seen the confused look on her face when she first slipped a hand down his pants, and if he had been more with himself, he wouldn’t have let the messy affair happen. Afterwards, they hadn’t said anything, and Mobius was frankly relieved not to talk about it.  While the war within Mobius rumbled on, Loki had obviously come to a conclusion. They moved back, creating space between them. “You don’t trust me." “No, it’s not that. Look,” he grabbed Loki by the lapels and pulled them back into him, causing the shelves to rattle. “Please, just kiss me.”

Tagged by @kcscribbler and @cha-melodius 💕💕

Tagging @elodiah @in-my-loki-feels @lokimobius @wolfpup026 @natendo-art @mobius-m-mobius @lgwilt @dewdropreader @starport-seven-five @starrose17 @insert-witty-user-name-here @mirilyawrites @faux-fm @doomed-spectacles @keepmakingtrouuble @boredintjqueen @sparrow-the-tired-lesbian @lettingtimepass @typewriterwolf @voulezvulcan @loki-us if you want to do it.

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Or rather eight sentence Monday (it’s fine). Thank you for the tags @dewdropreader and @lgwilt! Thrilled to read your next fics/updates when you get to them 💖💖

Sharing the beginning of a post season 2 Lokius reunion fic that I’ve been tinkering with today.

It’s cold at the end of time. Not technically. It’s not technically anything at the end of time. It’s not warm, not cold. There’s no day, no night. No changing of seasons. But it feels cold. Loki can’t quite explain why.

Definitely double tagging some folks. For those that already participated, consider this a tag for next Sunday or for a WIP Wednesday! Though, as always, no pressure.

@blackbirdofasgard @starport-seven-five @mirilyawrites @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kcscribbler @queen-of-meows @wolfpup026

[mobius-m-mobius]

Tagged by the wonderful @percheduphere and @abitofboth, thanks so much lovelies! 🥰💖

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[primewritessmut]

Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by @wolfpup026 (the sheer joy of knowing someone cares ❤️)

Mobius hits play, only half-listening to the story he’s heard Thor tell a thousand times about Loki disguising himself as a snake only to shift back and stab Thor in the side. Mobius loves the story, he loves watching the original moment on the timeline when it happened, but he really loves watching Loki’s face when Bruce Banner and Valkyrie glance at him after Thor finishes the story. Loki is so smug and unapologetic, the perfect picture of mischief and chaos. The cat shifts on Mobius’s shoulder, nearly making him jump; he’d almost forgotten it was there. He taps pause on the remote and glances at it as it digs its claws into the top of his chest, stretches big across his shoulders, then leaps gracefully onto the table holding the projector. It sits and stares up at the screen, its tail coiled around its feet and one ear swiveling slightly. “Do you know who that is?” Mobius asks, not because he thinks the cat knows or cares or will answer, but because he never gets to talk about Loki with anyone.

I think maybe this is eight sentences. Oops.

No pressure open tag!

[in-my-loki-feels]

WIP Wednesday

All right, since sharing sometimes improves my feelings about a fic, here is a snippet from the President Loki fic I'm working on, inspired by these two wolfpup026 pieces:

“The TVA didn’t just prune you, it pruned your branch,” Mobius said. “There isn’t a timeline to go back to.”  Loki showed disturbingly little reaction to the news. Mobius didn’t know all of this variant’s tells but he doubted the god of mischief was pleased to hear all of his work had gone up in smoke. Then Loki’s right hand flicked out and a dagger dropped into it. In a movement too quick for Mobius to track, Loki crossed the distance between them and jerked Mobius' head back with a tight grip on his hair, exposing Mobius' throat. Mobius froze at the feel of the cold blade just under his Adam’s apple.  “You aren’t giving me many reasons to leave you alive, little agent,” Loki murmured. Up close, he really did look like the Loki Mobius knew, enough so that it made Mobius’ breath catch. The look in his eyes was the real tip-off: cold and cruel. Even when Loki had first been brought to the TVA, he’d never looked like this. Maybe Mobius had overestimated his ability to talk his way out of trouble.  “We don’t prune branches anymore,” Mobius croaked, wondering if that detail would help. “It’s kind of a new thing we’re trying.” “And you think that absolves you of all past sins? Am I not owed my recompense?” Loki replied calmly.  A chill ran down Mobius’ spine. The TVA manual hadn’t included a section on surviving torture. Despite the danger of the blade at his throat, he jerked in surprise when Loki suddenly dropped onto his thighs, straddling both Mobius and the chair. Loki twirled the dagger idly, but the casual gesture was undercut by the firm grip he kept on Mobius' hair. There was leashed anger behind those green eyes, even if his body language didn't show it. “The question is: what to do with you?” Loki said. “I quite liked the idea of slitting your throat in front of whoever came to rescue you but as you can see”—he gestured to their surroundings with his weapon—“your precious TVA seems to have abandoned you which means you’re all mine to do with as I please.” Now, Loki’s smile promised many unpleasant things.

[splenderai]

Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.

thank you for the tag, @unfriendlyamazon !!! 🫶

i know i haven't been here in a while, so you all have been spared from my latest bouts of insane chattering surrounding the current hyperfixations. here's a look into my deranged mess of a mind:

tagging @wolfpup026, @deadtime-stories, @twottie-m8, and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate (no pressure) !

[whispering-about-loki]

For my NaNoWriMo novel this year, I have settled on Tom Hiddleston and Owen Wilson as the faces and voices of my main characters. They are not necessarily going to be expies or AUs of Loki and Mobius, though Owen's character (Grady) is a bit like Mobius in that he is a tired businessman that starts off looking something like this:

Then ends up looking more like this awesome Mobius art by @wolfpup026!

Tom's character, Michael, is more based on this look:

And his personality is somewhat like James Conrad from Skull Island, but without the military skill or experience.

Anyway, the story takes place in Massachusetts in 1978, and involves a blizzard, forgotten secret World War 2 technology, elderly spies, inconvenient superhuman "abilities", a very small town with a very big secret, and... people blowing up on occasion.

Wish me luck!

[waterhorseyblues-ao3]

#46 for lokius? :)

(…out of envy or jealousy.)

"You two were getting rather chummy," Loki commented. He meant it to be passive and disinterested, but it came out a lot more harsh.

Mobius turned to him and raised an incredulous eyebrow. "You mean me and Ravonna? I was gettin' chummy with my friend, Ravonna?"

Loki flicked the page of the file loudly. "Chummier, perhaps."

"I think you underestimate my friendship with her."

"Friendship? An interesting term to use." Loki's voice had gone cold now. "She is, after all, quite attractive - for a beurocratic cockroach. No doubt you've looked at her in ways that are far more than friendly."

Mobius set his pen down. He wasn't going to rise to that. Loki was just being mean to get a reaction. Well, two could play at that. He put on a thoughtful expression. "Now you mention it, she is one of the prettiest ladies in the department. And I can't claim I haven't had my moments. Perhaps you're right." He smiled easily. "Maybe I'll shoot my shot." He stood, enjoying Loki's wide-eyed stare.

A hand clenched around his wrist. He looked down. Loki was scowling up at him.

"Funny," Loki bit.

"I thought it was."

Loki stood suddenly, other hand gripping Mobius' tie and pulling him close. "I don't enjoy being toyed about with."

"You sure?" Mobius' words came quietly. "'Cause you seem pretty into it to me."

Loki kissed him, hard and demanding, stealing the breath out of his lungs. He gripped the god's jacket collar, half aware they were in the middle of the archive and definitely shouldn't be doing this, half completely gone for how much Loki wanted him. When they finally broke apart, his lips were bruised and reddened, and he gasped for air.

"Don't try that again," Loki whispered against his mouth.

"Or what?" Mobius challenged.

Loki's lip twitched.

[serpentsnestpress]

First book of Binderary 2023! After teaching a very impromptu Affinity 101 workshop that morning, I tried making a typeset from (mostly) scratch, using new page layouts I hadn't done before.

Fic is True Hollywood Romance by @cha-melodius, with spectacular cover art and intro spread image that inspired the whole idea by @wolfpup026!

Current Binderary stats:

Textblocks printed: 7.5 (ran out of black toner)

New typesets: 2

Books bound: 1

[cha-melodius]

Well well well, it's Wednesday again. I'm posting this fic tomorrow so have another teaser before I do so. Thanks to @kiwiana-writes, @onthewaytosomewhere, @dumbpeachjuice, @eusuntgratie @welcometololaland

@cricketnationrise and @three-drink-amy for the tags! (wow this five tags per paragraph thing is dumb)

“You came back,” Henry says, his voice soft with something like wonder. “Of course I did,” Alex replies. “We didn’t finish our conversation.” Henry ducks his head, blond hair falling alluringly over his forehead as his cheeks turn pink. The way their bodies mimic human physiology is astounding sometimes. “I suppose we didn’t. Would you care to walk with me in the gardens? It’s a lovely day.” “Can we do that?” “Ironically, you’re allowed so long as you have one of us with you, and I’m allowed so long as I’m with a guest,” Henry explains. “Plus, you’re a foreign dignitary. No one will bother us.” “Sure you wanna be seen with me? My sister would say I’m the furthest thing from dignified,” Alex says, grinning probably a little too broadly. Henry’s smile slants mischievous as he steps close enough for Alex to get a noseful of linen and fresh grass again. “Maybe I like that about you.”

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[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

WIP Wednesday

Lokius. Loki fears they will be lost to timeslipping, so when they appear beside Mobius, even if they are on the floor, they cling onto him.

Loki was lost, pulled across the vastness of space and time, stretched so thin it felt like their atoms would be forever scattered, then snapping back together a second later. Each time, it hurt, but they didn’t want to admit that, not to Mobius when it was their fault they were in this mess. They’d let their guard down, and now the universe was spinning off kilter. The fear was the worst. Each time they disappeared, there was no assurance they would come back…to him. They could be gone and Mobius might never know the truth, that they loved him, even if they could never say it. If they never came back, would anyone think their life had been worth living? For years, they had been cut off from their peers, never having friends, never letting anyone in, isolating themself from their own family. They’d experienced years of loneliness, and they knew they deserved more. It had only been when they’d met Mobius that they’d finally felt some peace. For the first time in their life, they had been truly seen but without any judgement, and Loki had struggled to accept it, until finally—like a ravenous dog—they had revelled in the very thing they’d always wanted. Mobius made them feel whole when before they hadn’t realised they were damaged. And now, they needed him more than ever. With each twist of their body, they were sure they were getting closer to oblivion. The cosmos had never looked so desolate. Darkness filled the void. Their heart ripped, another piece falling out and disappearing, never to be found again. It was over. It must be. They would never know the meaning of love again. With eyes closed, they let themself float, waiting, enduring. Then, a bright light shone from above and they winced. Muscles pulled and contracted, and beneath them was something solid, smooth and cold. Suddenly, they could breathe again. Their lungs worked and blood pumped through their veins. The world settled around them and they opened their eyes, realising exactly where they were. In front of them was a leg hidden beneath the scratchy brown material the TVA insisted everyone wear, and beneath that a leather shoe. Their eyes swivelled down their body, spotting Mobius’ other leg and the thin metal legs of the chair he was seated on. Above them was a table, and Mobius was hunched over it like he always was. Loki took in a sharp breath of air, then grabbed onto Mobius’ legs, wrapping their body around him and sighing with relief to have him in their grasp once more. “What the?” Mobius yelled. “Mmmm,” Loki replied, face snuggled into him, never wanting to let go.

Inspired by this gorgeous art by @queerolddad.

I was tagged by both @cha-melodius and @kcscribbler. Thank you. 💕

Tagging writers, artists and creators @doomed-spectacles @insert-witty-user-name-here @dewdropreader @starport-seven-five @starrose17 @sparrow-the-tired-lesbian @blackbirdofasgard @faylights @typewriterwolf @lgwilt @mobius-m-mobius @wolfpup026 @natendo-art @lokimobius @loki-us and anyone else who wants to do it.

[welcometololaland]

Round Up - Part 3

Thanks to everyone who participated this week. The theme was: rec a feel-good fanwork (a fanwork that gives you the warm fuzzies). If I've missed any, please let me know.

Disclaimer: This is a compilation of works i've been tagged in or which appear in the #fic rec friday tag relevant to the weekly theme. The recommendations below do not represent a personal curation of works. Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual work. Keep yourself safe, friends!

911 Lone Star (Part 3)

GIFS (part 2)

tarlos in the loft by @lutavero

tarlos leg touches by @lutavero

tk/tarlos set by @ronenrubinstein

TK 'feral cat turned domesticated' Strand gifset by @lutavero

TK and social media by @tailoredshirt

TK Being Grossed Out by Owen by @lutavero

tk doing background shit by @maxbegone

TK sleeping on Carlos' arm by @whattarush

TK Strand him, him, him gifset by @maxbegone

tk strand terms of endearment by @lutavero

the 126 + tarot cards by @rafael-silva

The 126 "Barbie" posters by @maygrant

the 126 celebrating each other by @guardian-angle22

the 126 in color by @ayan-sukkhapisit

the women of the 911ls by @rafael-silva

there will be another by @3416

Videos

francesca by @lonestardust

to build a home by @velvet-lnk

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Fan art

Comic by @petricorah

Fic

Ignition Point by Yuu_chi

Check Please!

Podfic

The Haus Official Ship Names (and fic) by @sweatersinthesummer and read by various.

The Mechanics of Poetry written by @omgericzimmermann and read by @cottagepodfics

Due South

Fic

With Six You Get Eggroll by @cesperanza

God of War: Ragnarok

Fan art

prodigal son - a sort of epilogue for God of War Ragnarok by @stil-lindigo

HP

Podfic

Away Childish Things written by @letteredlettered and read by @thirdeye1234

Heartstopper

Podfic

Depollute me (pretty baby) written by firstaidkit and read by rosezain

First fluttering (of its silken wings) written by @swiftlythebest and read by @sweatersinthesummer

Loki

Fan art

Cat variant Loki by @wolfpup026

Fics

this is our time now by fallingintodivinity

GIFs

showing characters are in love without actually saying it by @runnyeggsnham

My Hero Academia

Podfic

Could I but teach the hundredth part written by terra_incognita and read by Annapods

Loss and recovery written by capcapnk and read by sisi_rambles

Too much at stake but too late to change written by Chrome and read by sisi_rambles

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @loki-is-my-kink-awakening ❤️❤️

The snippet you shared Sunday is so similar to something I’d drafted, I had to share this bit. (Yes to Mobius just wants a future with Loki!) I cannot wait to read whatever fic you have coming next.

From my ‘Post S2 Reunion Fic,’ Mobius is trying to coax Loki out of the tree.

“And then there was the World’s Fair. We argued a bit that day, do you remember? You were eager to find Miss Minutes and I told you we needed to slow down; that I took a more cerebral approach to the work. I wasn’t lying exactly, I do take a slower approach, but that wasn’t the reason I was dawdling. I was dawdling because I didn't want the mission to end. I was having too much fun with you— trying cracker jack, looking at the dioramas, listening to music… ”

[hold Loki beat]

“It was those memories,” Mobius continues, “the small ones— getting pie, going to the movies, sharing a shake and fries in that McDonald’s parking lot— that I treasure most. Because it was during those moments I could most clearly see the future I wanted. And I wanted—” Mobius’ voice breaks with a soft sob. “I wanted a future with you, Loki.”

Tagging my lovely usual crew to share whatever creative project you’re working on, no pressure as always. (Probably double tagging people). @lgwilt @dewdropreader @mirilyawrites @blackbirdofasgard @wolfpup026 @starport-seven-five @mobius-m-mobius