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IV.
Mobius walks through the Time Door to the Sanctum, arms heavy with files Strange had asked him to research and pull from the archives. His eyes feel bleary, tired from the long hours he’d spent at the TVA. He’d taken a watch with him to ensure he didn’t lose too much time. Loki had tried to come, but Strange had intercepted and asked him to stay and work with him and Wanda.
Wanda had returned to them not long ago—despairing, ashamed, remorseful. The Kang variant had told her where to find her children--a pair of twins in a timeline who needed her. She had tried to find them immediately. The possibility of having her children back was too great for Wanda to let go. And nobody at the Sanctum, not even Strange, could fault her for this.
Kang had lied, but Wanda got her revenge. She had found that particular Kang variant again and dispatched him. No muss, no fuss.
Mobius admired and was terrified of her in equal parts. It had always been interesting to read about her in the TVA files, but meeting her at this stage in her life was intimidating. She was more powerful than ever.
Dropping the files off in the foyer, Mobius heads upstairs, excited to see Loki. Nobody else was up at this hour, but as he walks through the hallway he can see a faint glow coming from Strange’s room. Mobius had finally gotten the man to get a decent night’s sleep after weeks of haranguing him, but Strange is a stubborn man.
Mobius wonders what it is about superhumans and obstinacy.
He arrives at his and Loki’s bedroom and turns the knob to enter. The first thing he notes as he enters is the warmth . It’s not that their room is kept cold, but this was warmer than it usually was. Mobius notes that the fireplace is on full blaze, and all the lights are off other than a bedside lamp.
Loki’s not in sight, but Mobius can see the bathroom door is closed.
Closing the door behind him, Mobius calls out Loki’s name as he shucks off his jacket, loosening his tie to pull it off. He carefully removes the tie pin Loki had given him and walks to the head of the bed to stow it away. He’s just started unbuttoning his shirt when the bathroom door opens and Loki steps out.
“Hey, baby.” Smiling at the sight of his god, Mobius steps away from the bed to walk towards Loki, reaching his arms out to pull him into a hug. His hands skim Loki’s bare back, sighing at how lovely the coolness of his body feels in contrast to the warm room. His fingers slip a little into the waistband of Loki’s low-slung satin pants.
“ Hello, darling ,” Loki whispers, fingers plucking at Mobius’ collar as he steps back, hands moving to slowly unbutton his shirt. Mobius feels his heart clench at the sound of Loki speaking Asgardian.
“ How was the meeting ?” Mobius asks, responding in kind.
Loki starts to explain, still speaking in Asgardian, the tentative outline of the plan that Strange, Wanda, and he had started putting together. He speaks tentatively however, avoiding Mobius’ eyes as he turns away to head to their little liquor cabinet that Loki always keeps well stocked with his favorite wine and Mobius’ favorite whiskey.
Mobius listens and responds appropriately, moving to their closet to store away his clothes. He sees his sleep clothes are still on the bed from this morning, and moves to throw them on. Loki’s clothing choices are always striking and sleek, but sometimes in the evenings he’d steal Mobius’ things after he’d already worn them, and the way he would bury his nose in the collar when he thought Mobius wasn’t looking was just the thing that Mobius is positive will someday give him a heart attack.
Clothing changed, Mobius runs his hands through his hair as he turns around, taking out the little gold clip that Loki had gifted him to keep his longer hair out of his eyes while he was working.
When he turns around to look at Loki, the clip very nearly drops from his hands and the words on his lips die.
Loki is standing there in the glow of the firelight in his Jotun form, carefully holding a glass of whiskey in his hands, bare except for those same satin pants.
His red eyes are trained on Mobius’ face, unblinking. Loki looks nervous, almost scared . Mobius wonders if this is a test, to see if Mobius is being truthful when he lauds praise on this form. It doesn’t anger him—Mobius knows these actions come from a centuries-deep place of fear. But also, perhaps this abrupt change might also be more about Loki trying to force himself to adopt this shape more naturally, without any pretense or preparation, like exposure therapy.
Mobius just smiles at the sight, movements carefully casual as he places the clip on his bedside table and moves over to Loki. As he walks, he admires just how beautiful the god is. His color as it stretches across his body in gradients, the beautiful lines, how striking his face looks with the fire casting shadows on every dip and angle.
Mobius reaches out to run his hand down Loki’s arm, from elbow to wrist. He can feel the slight tremor in his body, and tries to smile encouragingly.
“ Are you comfortable? ” Mobius asks gently, his tongue smoothly rolling over the Asgardian.
Loki just shrugs, eyes suddenly going downcast. His cold fingers though hold on to Mobius’ where they’ve weaved through, completely overlapping the back of his hand up to his wrist. Mobius loved the contrast of their skin, their sizes; how big Loki was in this shape.
Guessing that Loki didn’t seem to want to talk about it and willing to give him that space, Mobius tugs him over by the hand towards the couch in front of the fireplace. He sits down at one end, taking the glass of whiskey from Loki’s hand with a soft “thanks, kitten”, and Loki carefully sits at the other. He didn’t need to—all the furniture in their room was Asgardian, conjured by Loki when he’d snuck away to another timeline and stolen the furniture. Mobius had thought about putting up resistance, but the furniture was so nice, and comfortable, and… really, Loki was just stealing them from himself . What was Mobius going to object to?
As they speak and Mobius drinks, Loki, gradually, becomes more and more relaxed. He lays against the couch, head tilted back as he converses with Mobius, legs sprawled out. One of his long arms creep closer and closer across the couch, and Mobius takes his hand into his lap when it is close enough.
Gradually though, Mobius grows more and more tired. It really had been a long day. The whiskey, the warmth of the room, Loki’s soothing voice… every element was a soporific. He sags back into the sofa, eyes fluttering close even as he tries to keep them open.
He feels Loki move closer, one of his large hands coming up to carefully brush a lock of hair out of his face. “Mobius?” Loki asks quietly. His cold hand comes around to cup his cheek.
“Mmmmm,” Mobius hums, opening his eyes to see Loki’s face close, feeling his cool breath against his lips. Mobius strokes a thumb across his cheekbone, feeling the bump of a solid white line under the pad. “Sorry, kitten, just tired.” His eyes fall shut again.
Loki gently takes the glass from his hand, setting it away. Then Mobius feels as Loki stands, and starts to pull Mobius into his arms, effortlessly lifting him up. Mobius moans in delight at the chill of his body, bringing his arms up to loop around his neck as Loki brings him over to their bed. It’s bracing.
“This is convenient,” Mobius whispers in English. “I could get used to this.” He enjoys feeling the gentle sway of Loki’s steps as he walks, the tensing of muscles under his hands as he easily holds Mobius in his arms.
Loki replies dryly, “ I am a prince and a god, Mobius. If anybody should be brought to bed, it’s myself .”
Contrary to his words, Loki gently places Mobius in bed, and tucks their rumpled sheets over him. Neither of them was partial to making the bed in the morning, and Mobius loved walking into their room and seeing the sight of their unmade sheets. It reminded him of whatever they got up to the night before, even if it was only sleeping.
Mobius opens his eyes to see Loki is standing at his side, looking indecisive. Mobius’ brow slightly furrows, wondering what the god is thinking, and why he wasn’t immediately climbing into bed to join him. Then he realizes—Loki is wondering if he is allowed to come to bed like this.
Mobius pulls a hand out from under the sheets and reaches out to Loki to wrap his fingers around his arm. He tugs and waits until Loki’s eyes meet his to whisper, “ Come to bed? Please ?”
“ You’ll get cold ,” Loki murmurs, a hand lifting to rest on Mobius’ belly over the blanket.
“Then get me a sweater.”
Loki’s answering smile is small but bright. He quickly retrieves a sweater and another pair of pants from their closet, and passes them to Mobius who pushes the sheets away and wiggles gracelessly to get the extra articles of clothing on, heedless of the little laugh Loki gives at the sight. When he’s done, he’s sweaty from the effort and is making grabby hands at Loki.
“C’mere.”
Finally Loki sinks into bed, and Mobius immediately crawls over his body. Resting against the expanse of cold blue skin before him, Mobius sighs at how the chill gradually seeps into his skin, a lovely contrast to the warm air and heavy clothes.
Loki chuckles and wraps his arms around him, face pressed into Mobius’ hair.
Mobius hums, “This is nice.”
Loki’s chest rumbles with a small laugh. “You’re very warm,” he confesses quietly, one large hand running down Mobius’ back to tuck under his sweater, resting his palm on the t-shirt beneath.
Mobius scoots over until his arms are framing Loki’s head. He looks down at his face, hands threading through those stunning black locks spread out like a halo across their pillow, admiring the dark blue across his eyelids and the thick fringe of lashes, the pale lines along his forehead and cheeks…
“Can I kiss you?” Mobius asks, quietly.
Loki looks taken aback, a startled noise coming from his throat. After a moment though he nods, biting his lip.
Slowly falling to his forearms, Mobius leans in to gently press his lips to Loki’s.
Obviously this kiss is... colder than the ones they’ve shared before. But Loki tastes the same, and his lips feel as lovely as they always do. Mobius takes it slow, but the kiss quickly becomes deeper at Loki’s insistent tongue, and Mobius is taken aback at how similar yet different this feels. Mobius at this point knows intimately how his partner kisses, but now Loki’s mouth is bigger, his tongue wider and longer, and it fills Mobius’ mouth more than it ever has. Cold, slick, and utterly electrifying. His mind whites out, and he hears himself whimpering at how good it feels. He has to wrap his fingers around Loki’s nape to stabilize himself. Mobius can feel Loki’s large hands on his back, the strength of his chest under him, and the thump of his heart beating, vibrating through his body.
“ Mm ,” Mobius murmurs against Loki’s lips, pulling back a little, brow slightly furrowed. Loki’s eyes open too, but Mobius isn’t looking at them.
“What?” Loki asks, his hands tightening in Mobius’ sweater. “What’s wro--?”
Mobius slides a finger under Loki’s top lip and lifts, sliding around to see what he had felt.
“Um… Mobius?” Loki’s voice is slightly muffled, but now more confused than concerned.
But Mobius finds what he’d been looking for. What he’d felt against his tongue.
He smiles as he presses his finger to the tip of one fang, counting three others too. “These are fun.”
Loki rolls his eyes and Mobius pulls his finger out so he can respond. “They’re not very big.”
Mobius smirks indulgently, leaning down again and whispers, “They don’t need to be.”
He feels Loki’s smile against his lips before he kisses him back.
Mobius doesn’t even realize he’s hard until he instinctively presses his hips into Loki. He freezes and pulls his head back slightly, quickly opening his eyes to look at him.
“Sorry,” he gasps. His mouth is cold, which frustratingly only makes him harder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I—”
Loki chuckles and leans forward to peck his lips again, smiling. “Well, that’s encouraging.”
“No, really,” Mobius insists, willing his erection to go away, trying to think of anything else other than Loki’s massive body between his legs . He can feel his face heating up. “We don’t need to ever do anything if you don’t want—"
Loki’s hand moves to the back of Mobius’ head and brings him forward into a kiss, shushing his words. He pulls away to whisper, eyes dark and sultry, “I want .” He twists his mouth into a self-deprecating smile but continues, “Perhaps not now but… someday?”
Mobius is stock still for a moment, processing, but then feels his face split into a grin.
“ Yes .”
+V
It had only been a few weeks since they’d won the war. Since they’d all finally ended the multiversal clusterfuck that had dominated all their time, jumping around timelines trying to play clean-up.
And Loki and Mobius were enjoying their hard-won peace.
Mobius sighs as he stretches his toes just that much farther in the white sand, loving the feeling of the hot sun on his skin. His eyes are on the bright blue waves before him, listening to the gentle surf as he relaxes on the lounge chair.
Loki had found this planet. The civilization had tragically been destroyed a few thousand years earlier in an apocalypse. It also just happened to have some equivalency of white sand and beautiful beaches, which Loki insists is just a coincidence and had no bearing on his choosing this planet as a getaway for them.
Mobius smiles as he hears movement in the sand behind him, and a few seconds later, cool hands fall on his shoulders and run down his chest. He feels a face press into his neck, dark black hair in his peripheral vision.
“Hi,” Mobius whispers, bringing a hand up to hold the one resting on his belly. Mobius moves his head to kiss Loki’s temple, right where there is a braid woven through with a lock of silver hair.
It had taken a long time, but Mobius’ hair had finally grown out long enough for Loki to take a piece of it. And then Mobius had happily let Wade cut the rest of his hair off immediately. He liked it when it was just long enough to cover his ears, and it was enough for Loki to grab on, or to put small braids in when he wanted. When his hair was that long, Mobius had been constantly spitting strands out of his mouth and got headaches from tying or clipping it back. It still had not technically been long enough--Loki’s hair had grown out too during their work on the multiverse, and so he had had to use a little magic to get Mobius’ hair longer. Mobius was hard-pressed to feel too bad about it.
“Come inside,” Loki whispers into his neck, voice low. “Please?”
Mobius reaches a hand back to cup Loki’s nape, tilting his head so he can press a kiss to his lips. From this angle he can see Loki is bare-chested. “Coming, baby.”
Loki pulls away, hands running over him as he does. Mobius hears the sand shifting under his footsteps as he walks, and he gets to his feet to follow.
Stretching, he turns towards their home to find, breath hitching, that Loki is not just shirtless, but had come out to Mobius fully nude. Mobius trails his eyes up his defined calves, to that pert ass he spends too many hours of his day thinking about, and over the play of muscles in his back, shifting as he walks.
Loki stops at the entrance of their home to look back at Mobius, hand on the doorway, and the sight takes Mobius’ breath away. Highlighted by the sun, Loki’s silhouette is striking. His strong arms, his thighs, the sight of his cock in broad daylight… the streak of gray in his hair that shone in the light. Loki painstakingly maintained it, braiding and re-braiding it into his hair when he showered, or when it got shabby.
He gives Mobius a demure smile, then slowly makes his way inside.
Mobius loves him so much it hurts .
Finally, after remembering how to walk, Mobius eagerly makes his way to their home, closing the door behind him.
He can hear Loki’s footsteps going up to the second floor. Mobius pulls the drawstring on his board shorts as he makes his way towards the staircase, heart pounding in excitement. As he moves he can feel how warm and hot the skin on his chest feels. He’s looking forward to a cool shower.
When he arrives at their bedroom, the door is closed. Mobius turns the handle and steps inside. When he does, he notices two things, one immediately after the other.
The first being that the room is hot. Not only is it warm outside, but it feels as though Loki has kept their bedroom even warmer.
Two, that Loki is standing next to their bed, fully nude, in his Jotun skin.
Mobius feels his mouth split into a grin at the sight. It had taken so long, but Loki finally was in a place where he felt confident enough to be in this skin, his true skin. He walked around this way sometimes when they were in the Sanctum, around everybody, and had even gone to battle many times this way. Though of course with more clothes on.
Mobius remembered walking in on Loki one afternoon with his Asgardian leather armor in his hands, hands glowing green as he gradually adjusted it for his Jotun shape. Mobius hadn’t said anything, but Loki, without looking up, had still told him to shut up. That first day when Loki had slipped on his armor in his Jotun shape, Mobius had thought to himself he never wanted to forget this moment.
Fortunately, it wasn't the only time.
It was formidable to watch Loki fight with every ability he possessed at his disposal. He fought with daggers, his magic, with ice… it was like a ballet of chaos and beauty that Mobius had a couple of times found himself during battle pausing to admire. He never told Loki, but the magic he bound to Mobius at each fight had saved his life too many times to count.
But it wasn’t just the physical--through their time fighting in the wars, Loki had become proud of his true form. How useful it was and how powerful. And to see him feeling so at home in his skin, so confident, was electric.
And it had made Mobius’ heart tear apart with pride to see how awed all the other members of their troup were at Loki. He remembered Peter shouting to Mobius, “That was awesome!” during a battle where Loki had used his magic to rip four enemies off of Peter with a wave of his hand, scarcely moving his head to do so as he simultaneously dispatched dozens more.
It had been awesome.
But as comfortable as Loki had become in his skin, they had not yet approached… whatever this was.
In all this time, Mobius had never seen Loki naked in this form before.
So right now, Mobius is just trying to make sure he doesn’t hyperventilate.
Loki is so imposing in this form. His dark, shadowed eyes, his black hair tumbling around and past broad blue shoulders. Mobius traces the white raised lines along his body flowing down his strong arms, his defined torso, leading all the way down to his cock.
Which was... proportionally larger.
At the sight, Mobius feels his mouth pop open as heat pools low in his belly.
While Mobius takes his time tracing his eyes over his body, Loki stands still, hands at his sides, eyes trained on Mobius. He is breathing deeply, torso moving placidly with the motions; no panic, no fear. Letting Mobius look his fill.
Swallowing, Mobius slowly brings his eyes up to Loki’s, blue meeting red.
It was quiet.
Mobius clears his throat, and asks quietly, “What are you thinking, sweetheart?” These are the first words he’s spoken since he walking into the room.
Loki’s chin dips down, looking at Mobius carefully, shyly. He begins to move forward and Mobius tries to stay still, eyes trained on Loki’s face so he doesn’t get… distracted by the shifting of everything else.
Loki’s long legs eat up the distance between them, and he ends up inches from Mobius. He can feel how cold the god is, the chill that seeps into his chest feeling incredible against the heat of the room. At this position, Mobius’ head is tilted straight up to look at the god’s face.
Loki’s hands reach towards him, and Mobius notices he doesn’t have claws today. His large, cold hands cradle Mobius’ face, long fingers reachin around his neck too. Goosebumps break out down Mobius’ arms, but it’s an incredible contrast to the sweat dripping down his back from the heat of the room.
“I want you,” Loki whispers, one large thumb caressing under Mobius’ eye. “Like this, in our home.” One of his hands slip off Mobius’ face to caress down his arm, taking his hand. He brings it up to his chest, pressing Mobius’ hand against his heart as it beats away, rabbit-quick, under his palm. His own hand is so large it completely envelops Mobius’. “Do… Do you want me? As I am?”
Mobius is nodding before the last syllable was out of Loki’s mouth. “
Yes
. Yep.” Mobius keeps nodding, feeling stupid but unable to stop. “Consider me one hundred percent onboard; ticket bought and stamped.”
Oh fuck, shut up.
Loki chuckles, a tension Mobius didn’t even know was there escaping his shoulders too. He tilts his head down, and Mobius feels his eyes flutter shut as he gets closer.
He goes lax as their lips meet. The kiss starts slow, and he reaches up with his hands to hang on to Loki’s shoulders as his knees turn to jelly. He feels Loki’s hands slide up his body until they are supporting his back, just under his shoulder blades.
It’s like everything fades away except what Mobius can see and feel right at this moment.
Loki’s tongue is big and cold, just as Mobius remembered, and he feels himself whimper as it slides into his mouth. The god’s hands press harder, pulling Mobius up and into his body, never breaking the kiss. Mobius gasps and wraps his arms around Loki’s neck as his toes lift off the ground.
Loki moves backwards with Mobius in his arms, and a few steps later the god dips him back, their kisses never breaking. The sheets press against Mobius’ back, the mattress dipping further as Loki climbs above him, arms on either side of him to hold off the majority of his weight, a thick thigh slipping between Mobius’ legs.
Threading his fingers into Loki’s hair, Mobius maneuvers his legs around his hips, whimpering when the heavy weight of Loki’s cock falls directly on his. He’s bent like a bow in this position, Loki’s height forcing Mobius’ neck back and his hips arch to keep them touching on every possible plane.
Loki moans at the sensation, his mouth falling open as he gently grinds against Mobius, his eyes still shut as Mobius looks through his lashes to see his beautiful face open and soft, losing himself in the heat of Mobius against his body.
Mobius squeezes his legs tight around Loki’s hips, pressing kisses here and there, tracing the lines around his precious face. He releases a hand from Loki’s hair to reach a hand down, and his breath leaves him all at once when he wraps his fingers around Loki’s cock--his thumb and middle finger hardly overlapping.
As Mobius drags his hand up his cock, stroking languidly, Loki becomes heavier and heavier on him, his motor control failing as he groans along with Mobius’ movements. Loki tilts his head to capture Mobius’ lips again, and as his kisses grow sloppier Mobius feels his fangs against his lips and tongue.
Mobius is slowly losing his mind as he strokes, his body growing hotter and hotter. He feels like his skin is on fire, face burning. His fingers become wetter as Loki leaks, easing the way, and Loki whispers Mobius’ name over and over between kisses.
Loki’s hips are thrusting into his hand, his body becoming tighter and tighter, and Mobius grips the base of his cock tight before he lets Loki get too worked up.
“Mobius , please --”
“I want you inside of me,” Mobius says, and Loki’s head snaps up at that, red eyes wide. “Would that... would that be ok--?”
Loki shoots forward to kiss him quiet, hips pressing tight to Mobius’ hand as he murmurs, “Yes , yes . Are you sure? Mobius--”
Mobius chuckles and pulls his hand away from Loki’s cock reluctantly. “Yes, I’m sure. But I’ve got to get cleaned up, kitten.” He gently pats Loki’s hip, nuzzling their noses together at Loki’s murmur of dissent. “C’mon, baby. Let me up.”
Loki pulls back, and his hands trail along Mobius’ legs as he sits on his haunches. He pinches the soft skin on Mobius’ thighs, eyes dark with desire as he trails his eyes along Mobius’ body. “Better hurry up,” he says, voice rumbling. A hand drops to his own cock, his large hand wrapping around more firmly than Mobius’ ever could, and strokes. The sight makes Mobius’ mouth pop open and his cock pulse. “I might just go on without you.”
Mobius forces himself to gently, but quickly, maneuver around Loki, listening to Loki chuckle at his eagerness, his limbs discoordinated with excitement.
“You better not,” Mobius grumbles, hobbling with how hard he was. “I’ll still spank you, no matter how tall you are.” He presses a kiss to Loki’s temple, and notices how Loki’s eyes darken, hand gripping the base of his cock as his eyes track Mobius’ movements.
“I’d like to see you try,” he says loftily to Mobius’ retreating back, but his voice is wispy, the snark not truly there.
“Don’t tempt me, kitten,” Mobius replies, eyebrow raised as he closes the bathroom door behind him.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Mobius’ mouth splits open into a grin, so wide and enthusiastic his cheeks begin to hurt. His skin is tingling with the feeling of Loki’s body, every nerve-ending in his body feeling like they were hyper-sensitive.
He hops into the shower and is thorough , taking far longer than usual to make sure he is clean. He keeps the water hot, despite how warm the air around him is too.
After he gets out of the shower, he rakes a hand through his hand as he stares into the foggy mirror. His face is red, color high in his cheeks and spreading down his chest. A bright smile still tugs at his lips.
Mobius debates putting his shorts back on, but realizes it would be futile. He strides to the door, and opens it, eager to see Loki again.
And the sight that greets him does not disappoint.
Loki is laying back on their pillows, long legs splayed, one bent at the knee, and one hand on his cock, stroking lazily. His other hand is at his chest, fingers tugging at his nipple. His head is thrown back into the halo of black hair spread around him, but his eyes jerk over to the bathroom when Mobius walks in. His eyes fall down to Mobius’ hips, and his body seems to stretch in delight, eyes falling shut as his hand strokes a little faster. “ Mobius .”
Mobius walks quickly to the bed, eyes on Loki’s cock, and he climbs between his legs and stills Loki’s larger hand with his. “Let me, baby.”
Loki pulls his hand away, and Mobius takes over immediately, something settling in his chest at having Loki back in his sight, back in his space.
He leans down to press kisses to Loki’s flat stomach, nibbling at the skin, and Loki gasps. A hand reaches down to weave into Mobius’ hair, his hand growing tighter as Mobius kisses lower and lower. Past his belly button, down to his hips, and over to the base of his cock.
The moment Mobius’ lips touch the head, Loki’s other hand comes down to grip Mobius’ shoulder, and his head tilts all the way back as he moans. Mobius wonders if they’re going to find holes from his horns in the pillows later.
The wet sounds of his mouth on Loki’s cock fill the room. He sucks the head gently, trying to take more as he moves down the thick length as far as he can. His tongue laves over every inch, savoring the taste and feel. He can feel his own hips pushing into the sheets, bucking desperately for some stimulation. But he can’t spare the attention to reach a hand down to himself, not when Loki’s spread out before him like this.
There’s an endless litany escaping Loki, voice rumbling through his body. “Ah, Mobius , so… so warm. Yes, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop --”
His hand stays tight in Mobius’ hair, and the other moves from his shoulder to trace where his mouth is stretched around Loki’s cock, and his hips twitch at the feeling. Mobius doesn’t stop his movements, cheeks hollow, and Loki’s voice devolves into a keen as he twitches in Mobius’ mouth. His cock is just in his throat, when Mobius feels Loki’s hand gently tugging at his hair as he warns, “Mobius, I’m--I--!” Mobius understands, and doesn’t pull off, tears staining his lashes.
The cold come fills his mouth, and he hums as he tries to swallow around Loki’s cock as much as he can. He doesn’t have a lot of room to work with, and some escapes his lips. He places his hands on Loki’s hips as he gentles him through it, Loki twitching and crying at the sensation. Mobius can feel the gentle tremors in his thighs as he comes.
Mobius gently pulls back, and his mouth falls open as he pants. His jaw feels sore and gloriously used , his tongue and cheeks nearly numb. He gasps through pressing kisses to Loki’s glistening cock, licking up the spend off of it and his lips. Loki’s cock feels warmer now too, the skin not as icy as it had been. “So good, baby,” Mobius whispers. “So, so perfect for me.”
Loki’s large hands haven’t left Mobius’ body, trembling against his face and shoulders. “Come here,” Loki mumbles. His fingers hook into Mobius’ jaw, trying to pull him closer from where he lay between his legs. “Darling, please .”
Mobius crawls his way up, pressing his lips intermittently to the blue skin. Loki latches on to him immediately, wrapping his long arms around Mobius’ body as he presses their mouths together, moaning at the feeling.
Mobius gasps as his cock finally presses against Loki, and his hips thrust forward instinctively, the sheen of sweat making the movements easier.
Loki gently flips them over, an arm around Mobius’ neck pillowing him as his large hand slips down Mobius’ body to wrap around his cock. Mobius moans loudly, at how large his hand is, how different yet similar it feels to how Loki always worships his body.
Loki pulls back to meet Mobius’ eyes as his hand strokes his cock. “My turn,” he whispers, and Mobius chokes out a laugh as Loki pulls back, a hand running from his shoulders down to his hips.
Mobius hums at the sensation, eyes on Loki’s face. “All yours, baby.”
Loki’s eyes flash and he growls, “ Mine .”
He leans down, and Mobius’ eyes slide shut as Loki’s cold tongue swirls around his nipples, nipping down his chest, his fangs digging in slightly at all the soft parts around his hips. Mobius gasps and groans, hands jumping down to gently hold Loki’s head as he feels his tongue run up his cock. He snaps his eyes open to look down, struggling to keep them that way so he doesn’t miss a thing.
Loki’s eyes are gently shut, face blissful, head tilting with his movements. He has one hand stabilizing Mobius’ hips, who realizes he’s been making unconscious abortive little jerks and shifts with his hips and legs. Loki peeks up through his lashes to look at Mobius as he slowly, carefully, takes just the head of Mobius’ cock in his mouth.
“Oh my god , Loki,” Mobius moans, fingers tightly gripping his hair. He feels so hot, he can feel the sheets growing damp against his back, but the cold from Loki’s skin against his legs and around Mobius’ cock is absolutely doing him in. “ Ah , baby, just like that…”
Loki’s eyes fall shut again, and it only takes a few more sucks for Mobius to begin pulling gently at Loki’s hair, keening, trying to warn him. He wraps a hand gently around Loki’s horn, tugging a little more insistently, but that only makes the god quietly moan. The hum of his voice around Mobius’ cock sends him over the edge. His back arches as he cries Loki’s name, eyes unable to stay focused as he comes. His hands are trembling, one hand still wrapped loosely around a horn. He feels Loki pull back, press kisses to his cock, his hips, his belly. His lips feel warmer now too against Mobius’ feverish skin. Loki pulls the hand Mobius still has woven through his hair and kisses his palm.
Mobius jumps as he feels Loki’s tongue, long and wide, slipping down, laving his balls, and finally down to swirl around his rim. Mobius’s body goes lax, legs falling open without resistance to Loki’s hands, which gently pull his legs up to give him more space. He’s helpless to the sensation, and finds himself never wanting this to end.
Mobius loses time. He can feel the cold of Loki’s fingers, gently sliding in one at a time, interspersed with the slide of his long tongue. Mobius wonders, before the thought flutters out of his head like every other thing in his brain, if he’s opening so easily because he just orgasmed, because everything is so cold and he feels a little numb, or because of his time in the shower. Regardless, Loki still clearly takes his time. He summons slick at some point, but Mobius can’t tell when. His hums and moans reverberate into Mobius, who’s barely holding onto his sanity as it is.
By the time Loki pulls away, lips tasting Mobius’ cock where he has begun leaking again, fangs nibbling his tummy as he crawls up the smaller man’s body, Mobius is just trying to get his eyes open again so he can see his god.
Mobius reaches up when Loki comes near, incoherently whispering how beautiful he is, how much he loves him, kissing the words into his mouth. His lips are slick and warm. Mobius’ hands gently hold his cheeks, their faces pressed close.
“Love you,” Loki whispers into his mouth. “Love you, love you…”
Mobius feels Loki’s hand slide under his back and the other around his head, and he hums as he feels Loki lift him, sliding him onto his lap with a leg on either side of his hips. Mobius gasps at the feel of Loki’s cock, hard again, against his ass. He grinds down, moaning with his tongue in Loki’s mouth.
He pulls up on his knees, and uses a hand on Loki’s shoulder to stabilize as he reaches back to grab his cock. The god grasps at Mobius’ waist, eyes opening to stare into his. “Like this?” Loki whispers. “Is this good?”
Mobius nods helplessly, nuzzling their noses together. “So good, kitten, so good.”
Loki murmurs, but his breath leaves him when Mobius’ presses the tip of Loki’s cock against his entrance.
“Now, baby?” Mobius asks, voice shaking. His own cock twitches hard at the feeling.
Loki nods wordlessly, fingers digging in. And Mobius slowly, so slowly, begins to drop down.
Loki has thoroughly opened him up, but it’s still slow-going. Their eyes stay connected, and Mobius lets out little huffs as he rocks, going down lower and lower with each movement. He wants to be careful, because this feels too good for him to get hurt and stop now.
He’s slick with sweat, and when he finally rests with Loki seated fully inside of him, thick and deep . It’s all he can focus on. With how cold Loki is, he can feel everything due to the contrast in temperatures between them.
Loki is scrabbling at his back, voice whining, “Mobius, Mobius, Mobius” endlessly, face pressed to his throat.
Mobius gently begins to shift, and realizes that rising higher on his knees isn’t going to be necessary. Loki’s so deep, hitting every spot inside of him, he’s already devastatingly close, smearing come across their bellies as he pants into Loki’s temple, pressing kisses to the silver braid there.
It doesn’t take very long before Mobius begins stuttering out warnings. “Loki, I’m--” Mobius gasps. “I’m not, I--”
Loki brings Mobius tighter against his body, a hand on his low back pressing him tight so he feels his cock rubbing firmly into the plane of his stomach.
“ My love ,” Loki whispers into his ear, cool breath wafting over the sweat matting down Mobius’ hair at his neck. Mobius whimpers at Loki’s rough, low voice speaking in Asgardian. “ My prince .
“ Come for me .”
And Mobius does.
It’s a creeping thing, traveling up his legs, gathering at his groin, and then radiating up his spine too, until he’s coming helplessly between their bodies and his back is bowed as his hands clench on Loki. He’s silent but for the choking moans that barely make their way out of his throat.
He doesn’t have a sense of gravity. He’s floating weightless, untethered but for the feel of Loki all around him. He feels cool kisses press against his forehead, along his cheeks, as he sags in Loki’s arms, hears the sound of his name being murmured into his ears and his own gasping breaths.
Loki lays him on his back again, staying firmly inside him and Mobius moans helplessly at the gentle shifting, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Are you ok?” Loki whispers, laid out over Mobius’ body, hands gently cradling his face. He’s keeping his hips still, but Mobius can feel the shaking in his legs, the trembling of his hands. “Mobius?”
Mobius’ arms are like limp noodles, but he tips his chin up to try and catch Loki’s lips, nodding, murmuring, impossibly quiet, “Come, baby.”
Loki shudders as he presses his hips tighter to Mobius, grinding in slow circles. Mobius luxuriates in the heady slide of skin, the press of Loki’s body on all sides, the stretch of his rim and deep inside of him that he never wants to forget.
Loki’s hips lose their rhythm as he comes, and Mobius hears as his breathy moans dissolve into a long low groan. The cool sensation of Loki’s come spreading inside Mobius sends shivers up his back. He feels as Loki’s mouth stretches over the junction of his neck and shoulder, teeth burying deep into muscle. Mobius gasps, transiently wondering if he can beg Loki for more bites on other parts of his body.
By the end, Mobius is gasping and still trying to remember how to move his limbs. Loki hasn’t moved, still buried deep. His teeth haven’t released either.
He smiles, hands finally twitching up to hold Loki’s arms, which have moved to wrap around his head and shoulders, holding him close. He knows he’s completely buried under Loki’s huge body, just small patches of pale human skin probably peeking out from under all the blue, and the thought makes him smile.
Mobius feels Loki release his teeth from his shoulder, and his tongue lave against the bite. Slowly, so slowly, Loki pulls his hips back and Mobius whimpers when he slides out, feeling horribly empty. God that was going to take some getting used to .
“Look at me?” Loki whispers, fingers at Mobius’ lips.
Mobius opens his eyes, looking deep into the beautiful red ones staring back. He smiles. “I love you,” he whispers, voice hoarse.
Loki smiles, his fangs just barely peeking out from behind his lips. His stomach swoops when he registers the slight twinge in his shoulder, but it doesn't stop him tugging Loki down for kisses.
Mobius can feel himself drifting off as they kiss, feeling so, so tired, but Loki just kisses him more insistently and pleads, “ More ,” into his mouth, and that’s not something that Mobius is capable of saying no to.
It’s at this juncture, pressed all the way up their fronts, without any friction, and with sweat drying on Mobius’ body, that he feels for the first time shivers wracking his body not from arousal, but from the cold.
Loki pulls back at the feeling of his shaking, and his eyes widen when he realizes.
He’s back in his Asgardian skin between one blink and the next, and Mobius moans at how much warmer Loki suddenly feels. “Sorry, darling,” Loki whispers. He maneuvers to pull the sheets around them, hands rubbing at Mobius’ arms and legs
Mobius still hasn’t gained control of his limbs. He feels Loki maneuvering him, whispering to him, but he’s still floating on a different plane. Loki ends up curled around Mobius, hand rubbing his chest for friction with their legs threaded together. Mobius can feel the cold come leaking out of him, and though he loves it, it’s not making him feel any warmer.
But he doesnt have the wherewithal to comment on it, as lovedrunk and sex-doped as he is.
“Was…” Loki starts, hand still rubbing. He tilts his head up, and Mobius looks down to see his green eyes looking at him intently. “Was that… ok?”
Mobius feels a chuckle escape, breath huffing from his nose, as he mumbles, “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, baby. Yes .”
Loki smiles, burying his head in Mobius’ shoulder. But Mobius can tell from how he’s curled up that it wasn’t the praise he wanted.
Mobius reaches down to tilt his god’s head up, whispering between kisses to his lips, “Kitten, you were perfect.” Kiss. “Really. Absolutely incredible, and so good to me.” Kiss. “I love you so much, Loki.”
Loki stretches out like a cat at his words, a smile spreading across his face as his eyes droop. He presses kisses to the marks on Mobius’ chest from his teeth. Mobius sees as a film of green quickly skims over their bodies, and just like that they’re clean.
Shifting comfortably now, Mobius presses another kiss to Loki before resting his head on his. He feels Loki sink deeper into him as he rests, sleep pulling him under. His body goes completely lax against Mobius.
Looking at his face, Mobius thinks of this god he’d studied for millenia. Who’d tried to throw himself off the rainbow bridge into the void of space. Who had let his self-hatred consume him, and be exploited for the gain of others.
And how now that same god used his powers to save thousands. Who loved so deeply, and tried his hardest to do best by Mobius every day. Who let others see his Jotun form, now without shame. And sometimes even used his powers to freeze peoples’ clothes solid every once in a while. Just for a little fun.
Mobius felt himself drifting off into sleep to thoughts of how proud he was of the god. But most importantly, how proud Loki now was of himself.