“Mobius, come on. It’s the perfect conditions! Everyone will be running away screaming and the TVA won’t even know we’re there, as you know. Now yes the water will be cold, but it’s unlikely to be much of an issue-”
“-Loki. I really don’t think any of this is appropriate. Like, at all.”
At all, at all.
“It’ll be fine, Mobius. Really. I’ve practically planned the whole thing.”
“Hey, that's great!! I'm so glad to hear how you think there's nothing to worry about, as if you're not part of the problem!" Mobius snaps back, earning a classic Loki scowl for his troubles. "Okay, look. For all I know, we'll be gliding along having a good time and then out of nowhere you’ll just push me off and-”
Mobius grabs the salt shaker and lands it on his finger. Great. Now he’s doing it too.
“Drive right over me. Like that.”
Loki hums in consideration.
"See, I wouldn't do it exactly like that because it lacks finesse."
“What,” Loki manages, “do you want me to look like? Or who do you want me to be?”'
Mobius seems confused. “What...what do you mean?”
“I mean—do you have a fantasy? A type? A celebrity crush?”
“I’m—not sure what you’re asking.”
or: it’s Loki’s and Mobius’s first time, and Loki expects that Mobius only wants him because he can shapeshift. (Loki is wrong.)
chapter 2: mobius forgets.
Loki scowled, "You seem to regard me as something I'm not."
"—And what's that?"
"Some...some self-serving, wanton plaything who bows to the highest bidder."
"That's not how I see you at all, Loki." Mobius said, unexpectedly earnest. "We all play roles sometimes."
- Part 1 of Lokius fics <3
19 Jun 2019
Hot damn, is his first thought.
Threat assessment follows close on its heels because Bucky’s a goddamn professional.
Military, definitely. Male, built like a goddamn mountain. Bucky stares helplessly because shoulders that broad should be illegal. It’s the face that really fucks him up though. Hair as silver as the star on his chest, swept back from a face that’s all hard angles and deep lines. There’s a beard too, covering a jaw that looks strong enough to sit on, and its white is peppered with bits of dark blond, which should look ridiculous but doesn’t.
“You seem to know my name,” Bucky says, plastering on a charming smile. “Only polite to return the favor.”
“If you’re banking on politeness, you might be in the wrong business, son.”
Jesus, Mary, and motherfucking Joseph. This is how wet dreams and porn clips should start, not a goddamn interrogation.
S.H.I.E.L.D Agent Bucky Barnes is captured on a mission and meets Commander Steve Rogers, the erstwhile Captain America.
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29 Jun 2021
05 Aug 2018
You wake up beside Bucky and Steve. While Steve sleeps Bucky has other plans
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