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„What are you gonna do now?“
Loki leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. Sylvie glanced up to him, his dark hair was falling into his cheeks framing his face, shadows, caused by the flickering lights, were dancing over his high cheekbones.
The battle had left it's marks on Loki. His face and arms where covered in dirt and blood, his once beige shirt stained and ripped in multiple places. No doubt she looked every bit as bad as he did.
„I'm going home.“ Sylvie answered with a small smile on her mouth. Loki nodded, and after a second of silence, he closed the distance between them, pulling her into a quick embrace, smiling politely as they separated.
„This is goodbye then?“ he asked. She took a moment to think, than shook her head.
„I don't think it is. We have a habit of crossing ways don't we?“ The God of Mischief let free a rusty laugh „Ha- well yes, it seems we have.“
Sylvie grabbed the tempad, opening the door to, well, home. She turned, shooting a last glance over to the other variant.
„Good luck Sylvie.“ Loki raised his hand in a gesture of goodbye, ready to turn away. She hesitated.
„Loki?“ He raised his eyebrows expectantly, stopping in his movement.
„Where are you gonna go?“ For a fraction of a second, the face of the god bared an almost fearful expression, maybe invisible for the eye of anyone else, than another Loki.
„I'm not sure, opportunity will present it's daring surprises to me, as always.“ He said, grinning his mischievous grin, almost convincingly. „Well, maybe you should go home too.“ Sylvie said, in a meaningful tone.
Loki shoot her a confused glance „You mean my timeline? Back to New York? Or Asgard? Doubt they would be happy to see me.” He shook his head “No. Too much has happened. I can't go back.“
Sylvie's mouth slid into a knowing smile. „Not what I meant Loki.“ with that she turned, stepping through the time door, leaving a rather confused nordic god standing in the crumbling hallway.
„Wait“ he called out, taking a step „Sylvie! What did you mean?“ The time door closed behind her as the flickering lights above gave up their fight, dripping the hallway in haunting darkness.
Loki stepped into the atrium, or what was left of it, letting his gaze wander over the ruins. Mobius at the other end of the room, was crouching next to B-15, wrapping a bandage around her injured arm.
He looked up, seeing Loki on the other side of the room, gesturing him to come over. „You're done.“ he said to B-15 raising up from the floor just as Loki appeared at his side.
Since the end of the battle, Mobius hadn't had the time to properly look after his friend.
Helping the other agents recover everyone from the crumbling ruins of the TVA, the arrest of Ms Minutes, tending the wounded had kept him occupied.
Still, those terrible minutes after the ending of the fighting, the wild glances thrown across the room, searching for the lean silhouette of his friend, not knowing if he was alright, they had taken a toll on him.
When his eyes finally had spotted Loki, who was dragging OB through the door, braced against him, the god himself covered in dirt and blood but very much alive, Mobius could have sworn in that moment, his soul had left his body. Knowing Loki to be alright, Mobius had carried on his with duty, caring for his fellow agents, leaving Loki to tie up his own lose ends. Sylvie.
For a second he had feared Loki would go with her, never to be seen again, but that had been a foolish thought, as now proven.
Loki smiled at him, stepping up, helping B-15 up on her feet. She nodded a thank you, leaving them to talk.
„Is she gone?“ Mobius asked, Like ripping of a bandage. 'There's still a chance he simply came to say goodbye'
Loki nodded, a strange look on his face. „Yes, doubt we'll see much more of her.“ To say that Mobius felt overjoyed at this new development would maybe be an overstatement but he did suppress a smile.
He isn't leaving with her.
„Do you have something for this?“ Loki asked, gesturing at a bloody spot at his rips. A cut in his shirt revealed a dark bloody patch just below his heart.
„Jesus Loki how did you get that.“ Mobius felt ill on the sight. How did Loki just walk away with a wound like that saying nothing?
„Timely tried to stab me. Well I mean technically he didn't just try, but -“
„HE DID WHAT?“ Mobius eyes widened, as he abruptly closed the distance between them, reaching out to examine the wound more closely.
As he lifted the torn fabric from the wound, the bloody patch revealed itself to be a sickening gash at the Gods side, far deeper and longer then anticipated.
„Oh my god LOKI! Why didn't you say something?! How are you just strutting around, casually dropping that he STAPPED YOU?! That must hurt like shit!“
Loki shoot him an amused glance „Mobius it's alright, I stopped the blood flow with magic, I can't even really feel it, I just wanted a bandage!“
Mobius shock his head, not believing his ears, grabbing Loki's arm with one hand, placing the other one on his back pushing him forward.
„Come on. Move“
„Where are we going?“
Loki shoot him a side glance his mouth curling into the tinniest of smiles at the sight of Mobius brows furrowed with determination
„We are going to patch you up! Really Loki. Who doesn't tell their friend they were stabbed? I mean I could have, I would have...“ his voice grew silent, causing Loki to slow down.
„You could have what, Mobius?“ The analyst shook his head, leading Loki around another corner, his hand now comfortably fitting into the arch of Loki's back.
„Helped you. I could have helped you.“ He completed, avoiding the green eyes that were trying to find his.
„Well you're helping me now.“ The voice of the variant was suddenly soft, causing Mobius to look up, catching the very green eyes he had been avoiding just now.
They had reached Morbius' cubical in the analysts lounge, he gestured for Loki to sit on his desk by the light, while opening the drawer that contained the first aid items, formerly provided for the field agents.
„Pull that up a bit.“ He said, nodding at Loki's shirt. The god shoot him an unreadable glance, doing as told. It took all of Mobius concentration to carefully clean and stitch up the gash caused by the knife of Victor Timely.
After a few minutes he rose up from his crouched position by Loki's side, wiping his bloody hands on his pant legs.
He turned away closing the drawer, taking a moment to collect himself.
A few inches higher, and Timely would have injured Lokis heart. Whatever that would mean for a God.
„Are you angry with me Mobius?“ The voice behind him drew him back and he turned with a small smile on his lips. 'No use of thinking about things that didn't happen.'
„Why would I?“ He answered facing Loki, who stood up from the desk he had been sitting on, analyzing Mobius' expression.
„About the not telling you.“ Mobius let free a small laugh shaking his head. „No, I'm not mad, just glad you're okay.“
A warm feeling crept through Loki's chest, as he hastily answered. „Yes. Me too. I mean I'm glad you're fine too.“
A silence rose around them, as Sylvie's words echoed in Loki's ears. Go home Loki. Was that what she had meant with that tone?
„What now?“ He broke the silence, his heart suddenly hammering in his chest, apparently having caught one to the direction his instincts were leading the conversation.
Even though maybe, his mind still wasn't fully aware of having chosen said direction.
„Well, we should go back and see where they need us right?“ Mobius said, not making any attempts to actually move.
„Not what I meant actually“ Loki said, fidgeting with his hands. Since when did Loki fidget? Morbius raised a brow, his breath fastening. Was this what he thought it was? No. Crazy thoughts.
„I mean what are you gonna do? Now that it's all over? Where are you gonna- where are we- I mean“ Loki's voice trailed of and he turned his face to the floor, suddenly very interested into his choice of shoes.
„Well I guess someone needs to clean off this mess right? Do you wanna go somewhere? When you didn't go with Sylvie, I- I just assumed you would- well maybe I shouldn't have-“ Mobius silently cursed at his own struggle to articulate his thoughts.
He glanced at Loki who locked eyes with him, shaking his head. „I don't really have anywhere to go so, I mean that's not the reason why I'm staying! It's not about a lack of options! I want to stay, I mean I'm choosing to stay here. With—well, you. If you want?” he shook his head again, clearly at a loss of the right words,
“Odin I am bad as this. So well, ehm, Sylvie said something about going home and I- I don't really know were that is for me, if such a place even exists, but I think, she meant you, well us, this place and yes.“He stuttered, when Mobius interrupted him, putting him out of his misery.
„Loki.“ He raised him to raise his head again, facing Mobius „Are we trying to say the same thing?“
Loki gave a helpless little shrug, „I dare to hope so? What is it you're trying to say?“
Mobius wasn't sure what gave him the confidence in that particular moment, maybe it was the tiredness after the battle slowly creeping into his bones, maybe the relieve of the fight finally being over, or maybe he was just done running in circles pretending he didn't want, what he was now about to do.
Whatever it was, it caused him to slowly close the distant between them, raising a hand to the side of Loki's face placing his fingers gently on his cheek. He desperately wanted to linger for a second, drinking in the moment, but before he was aware what on gods green earth he was doing, his body acted for him, his lips softly brushing over Loki's.
The god of mischief himself, did not need a moment of processing, when Mobius' lips ghosted over his, as a picture rose up in his mind, so clear, it was almost painful it had taken him so long to fully realize.
Loki leaned into the kiss, feeling Mobius' hand grabbing the curls of his neck, as he deepened the embrace.
For an awful second Mobius pulled away whispering against Loki's Lips „That's what I was trying to say.“ Loki's mouth rose into a grin as he grabbed Mobius by his tie, pulling him back in, crashing their lips together.
Mobius hand wandered from Loki's neck over his torso, brushing over his injury.
„Au.“ Loki chuckled. Mobius hastily pulled away „Sorry, forgot about the whole stab wound thing.“ finding Loki's eyes, with a terrified expression on his face. 'Way to ruin the moment.'
But Loki only shook his head, a marvelous expression of admiration on his face, reaching for Morbius hips tugging him back into his space.
„Don't you dare pull back now.“ he said bending down to kiss Mobius carefully, his hand under his chin, twisting the analysts slightly upwards to get a better angle.
His lips moved cautiously, aware he needed to approach something as precious as this with the right kind of devotion.
Mobius pushed him back slightly, pressed Loki against the desk, leaning in to hasten the kiss.
He placed his hand on the desk left and right of Loki's hips, to keep his balance while leaning his body weight into to embrace.
Mobius body pressed up against his, Loki lifted a hand to his cheek, slightly bending his own head to gain acess to the soft skin of Mobius' neck, trailing a small series of kisses down to the hem of his shirt.
Mobius hand found the arch of Loki's back, crumbling his shirt under his hands. Loki returned to Mobius' mouth, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, causing Mobius to let free a small sound from the back of his throat.
Behind them someone cleared their throat loudly. Mobius whipped around almost loosing his balance by the sudden movement, grabbing Loki's Arm in an attempt to steady himself. In the dim light of the analyst lounge, B-15 grinned at them shaking her head fondly.
„Not sure why I'm even surprised, you've always been a weak, weak man Mobius.”Loki felt a laughter raising inside his chest at the side at Mobius' guilty expression.
“I was coming to collect you two" the hunter continued, "we're ready to talk strategy with OB, he has a plan how we can solve this mess. But if you're ehm otherwise engaged, I bet he can understand if you need another minute to, well, recover.“ B-15 winked at them turning around.
„No, no we're done, we're coming. Right?“ Mobius shoot a glance over to Loki, who's face had turned into an interesting mix between smug and embarrassed.
„Are we done?“ he whispered teasingly watching Mobius face turn red.
„Well, I mean we literally have all the time in the universe so... a short break wouldn't be the end of the world.“ the Analyst whispered back his own expression now turning smug.
Loki nodded, his mischievous grin taking over his whole face. He disentangled their embrace, taking a few steps in the direction of B-15.
He stopped and turned around, offering his hand.
Mobius took a second to admire the picture before him, then he took Loki hand into his, wrapping his finger around the Gods long elegant ones, following B-15.
„Wait, what did you mean I was always a weak weak man?“ he said throwing a scandalized look over to the hunter. Loki chuckled squeezing his hand.