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The sky was blurry with the heavy snowflakes crashing down. Every tree was covered in the white of the blizzard, making the landscape impossible to navigate. Everything looked the same, there was no way out of it.
The two TVA agents had gone out, on what was supposed to be a quick and easy mission, but now turned into a bellow freezing misadventure. The nasty temperatures quickly froze the tempad, leaving them deserted without a crew.
“I do recall saying this mission wasn’t going to be so remarkable,” Loki huffs, a puff of smoke passing through his parted lips.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Mobius grumbles, remaining his focus on the path ahead of them, feet treading through the inches of deep snow. His mustache and eyebrows looking whiter than usual due to the snow collecting on them. Frozen at the tips, his mustache scratches at his upper lip.
But of course, Loki would rather poke the bear than listen to Mobius’ simple request.
“I’m just saying, you tried selling this mission as a ‘scenic walk along the water’ and here we are, well mainly you, dying in the atrocious weather.”
“My apologies I failed to remember what this timeline is like! It’s been a while.” Shuddering, he grips his office jacket tightly, hugging himself to create some kind of warmth.
Loki eyes his office partner, going from annoyed to concerned after realizing how truly fragile Mobius is. After making some comments under his breath about Midgardians being babies, he begins to take off his jacket.
“Mobius,” Loki calls out, making the agent stop in his tracks and turn around to see Loki offering his jacket to him. “Don’t be stubborn. Take it, it should fit over your jacket.”
Without protest, Mobius takes the jacket from Loki’s hands, nodding his head in appreciation. As he’s putting it on, Loki observes Mobius’ current state.
“My gods, Mobius,” he gasps, “you’re practically turning blue.” The silver foxes’ cheeks reflect concerning hues of blues and purples.
“M’ fine,” he brushes it aside, tugging Loki’s jacket on and continuing his search through the forest. He clutches his hands together, blowing into them, starting to be concerned over the darkening colour of his hands.
They continue to walk and walk. The sun now getting low, worrying them about what these uncovered grounds could become at night. Eventually, they reach a small creek reflecting the pink sunset. Loki and Mobius take a quick break from their travels, getting water and resting their feet.
“As awful as this is, it is beautiful.”
“What a great way to die,” Mobius chuckles dryly.
Loki shoots him a glare, “Don’t you dare talk like that, we’ll be fine.” He gets up from where he was crouched by the river. Looking around desperately for something. Through the bright reflection of the river in the distance, Loki spots a wooden dock contrasting against the sun’s rays. “Mobius!” He gaps, rushing back to grab the agent’s arm and drag him towards the dock.
“Geez, Loki, what is it?”
Loki points in the direction of the newfound building, practically jumping up and down with joy. Before giving him a quick smile, they both use the rest of their energy to hustle over. The cold breeze hitting their faces, the nipping chills coursing through their skin, but their high hopes couldn’t be bothered by the weather.
As they get closer, a small wooden shack appears in their view.
“Gods, what kind of idiot would live out here?” He stands baffled, staring at the abandoned building in disbelief. Miles and miles from any nearby town, isolation at its finest.
Mobius laughs, fogging up the windows with his breath. The windows are frosted over from the cold but clear enough to tell there are no lights on. “Looks like nobody’s home, which could be good and bad. Who knows if there’s proper heating and food.” He fumbles with the doorknob, “fuck, it’s locked.”
Loki walks up behind him, holds the doorknob and unlocks it with his magic while smirking at Mobius.
“Thank you.”
They enter shoulder to shoulder, Mobius flicks on a light switch by the door to reveal a very small open floor space.
“This is…cozy.”
“Oh please, Mobius, don’t lie to yourself.” Loki scoffs while taking in the drab cottage interior.
A couch to the right with a tiny kitchen on the back wall. The furniture was decked in red plaid, the walls blank, showcasing the exposed wood. Two doors are to the left, both left open, a bedroom and a bathroom. Loki makes a mental note of there being only one bed in the entire building.
“It’s still freezing in here, feels worse than outside.” Mobius searches around, finding a wood-burning stove in the back corner beside the fridge. He fumbles around with it to finally succeed in getting it light, bright orange flames adding a dim glow to the cabin. “Loki! We have heat!” He looks back to see Loki has left the main room.
“Loki,” he calls out, then walks into the bedroom to see Loki unbuttoning his grimy white blouse. Broad shoulders and defined chest fully on display. A long, healing scar ran down his left peck, memories of a mission Mobius thought he lost his partner. Just below on his abdomen is a fresh cut from mere hours ago, Loki hisses in pain as his chest expands, and his eyes catch Mobius’. “Sorry- I- I got the stove working.” He diverts his eyes from Loki, observing the one bed that would maybe fit two people. “Want anything to eat, there’s canned food in the cupboards.”
“Amazing, but I’ll pass on the food,” Loki smiles, no shame in his lack of shirt, he digs through the mere empty dresser. “Here,” he tosses another dark blue hoodie to Mobius. “This should work for now.”
“Thank you.” He shrugs off his jacket, tossing it on the bed, replacing his battle-torn button-up with the new sweater. Relaxing into the well-needed comfortable clothes.
As Loki’s about to put on the article he picked out for himself, Mobius stops him, reaching out to grab the hem of the hoodie.
“Watch out, your cut is bleeding again”
“Shit,” he looks down at his cut-up chest, lightly dragging a finger just below the cut. Alas, fresh blood darkens his fingertips a dark crimson.
Mobius grabs the hoodie from Loki’s hands, tossing it on the bed beside them. “C’mon, let's go get you cleaned up.” He pats the god’s hip and heads towards the bathroom. Mobius searches for any sign of a red first aid kit in the closet-sized washroom (and that’s being generous.)
“My gods could this place get any smaller,” Loki grumbles. His partner rolls his eyes, patting the top of the countertop. “Really? What are you, my mother?”
“There’s no space in here, so it’s countertop or nothing, pal.”
He gives in carefully resting on the chilling marble. Loki hisses in response. He watches as Mobius retrieves a red box from the cupboard in the kitchen.
“You are aware I could heal myself, right?”
Mobius places the opened first aid kit on the counter, flipping through the organized pages to find disinfectant and wipes. “More fun this way,” he says softly, focusing on applying a generous amount of liquid to the cleaning pads. Loki watches Mobius in his state of focus as he dabs at the wound.
“Ah!” He wails out, reaching out to grab Mobius’ unoccupied right arm in support. “So you enjoy torturing me? This is fun to you?”
“Shit, sorry. And no, I just want to make sure this is done properly.”
“Are you discrediting my magical techniques?”
Mobius quietly chuckles, returning his eyes to the task at hand.
“Your hands are cold by the way.” Loki flinches, biting his lip. His grip tightening on Mobius. “This hurts more than the actual knife that cut me.” He eyes Mobius, who could care less for Loki’s tries to get their usual bickering started. Blue eyes meet blue eyes as Mobius refers his attention from his abdomen. His admiration for his partner is something he will never be able to get over. As the seconds go by, Loki finds himself enamoured by the care Mobius put into him. Every action he takes is careful and cautious, trying his best to not deal any more damage to Loki’s wound.
“You poor thing,” he teases sarcastically. “You’re a god and can’t handle rubbing alcohol.”
The agent tosses away the scarlet-stained wipe, forcing Loki to let go of him as he moves around the small washroom, tidying up for the next step.
His brows furrow as he inspects Loki’s wound, “Fuck,” he whispers.
“What?”
“I might have to sew it or glue it shut, it’s pretty deep Loki.”
“Nope, nope. I will heal it myself thank you.” He carefully hops off the counter. “You are not sticking a needle through my skin.”
“Fine, makes me less worried if you heal it if it’s cleaned up.” Mobius washes his hands in the sink, taking out a fresh towel. As he dries his hands he watches Loki create a shimmering green haze over the once open cut. It only takes a few seconds till it closes itself shut, the original line of the cut still visible. “There,” he smiles walking back into the bedroom to put his sweater on.
“Have you checked on the tempad yet?” The wall between them mumbles his speech, but still enough for Mobius to understand.
“No, not yet.”
Loki retrieves it from Mobius’ jacket pocket. The screen flickers with life but flashes a temperature warning. “Well, it turns on, but just shows this warning screen since it’s still cold.”
“Place it near the wood stove then, hopefully, it will warm up overnight.” As he walks into the kitchen area, Loki picks up his and Mobius’ discarded clothing, placing them neatly on the top of the dresser.
“We’re staying overnight?” He knows the answer but still hopes to find out about the sleeping arrangement. His curiosity peaks as he looks Mobius up and down, taking in this more casual look for Mobius. Despite wearing some random stranger’s hoodie that says “Canada Est 1867” he still looked appealing in Loki’s eyes.
Mobius walks back over to where Loki is leaning against the bedroom doorway. “Well, I think we both need to rest. Plus, it’s gonna take a while for the tempad to fix itself, I’ve had this happen before.”
Loki nods, eyeing Mobius.
Feeling conscious under his partner’s eyes, he slips past him, sitting down on the bed to remove his shoes.
“I think we can both fit on here tonight, yeah?” He looks up for Loki’s approval. Taken aback, Loki stares at Mobius in surprise. “You okay with that?”
“Y-yeah, yes, of course.” He shrugs it off casually, him too removing his shoes and leaving them by the door.
“It is still cold, so best we share body heat. You do have that do you?” He raises a brow at the god, watching him as he rounds the bed to sit.
“Is that supposed to be some kind of dig?” He scoffs.
He chuckles, playfully patting Loki’s shoulder. “Of course not, I’m being genuine.” He lifts the blankets, getting under the cold sheets.
“Did your hand freeze as soon as you were touching me?”
“No, so I guess we’re all good, common, get the lights would y’a?” He rests his head against the pillow, Loki turning off the lights with his magic. He settles onto the bed facing the agent.
“Your skin is starting to look normal,” Loki observes, gently touching his cheek. Mobius eyes follow his hand that caresses his face.
Even after the months they’ve worked together, they’ve never been this close.
“Still feel pretty cold,” his lashes flutter closed. Trying to tuck the blanket close to his body to preserve its heat. He feels the bed dip nearer to him, opening his eyes to see Loki scooting closer. The taller man wraps his arm around Mobius’ waist pulling him in close. Tucking his head under Mobius’ chin. “Thank you,” he chuckles, reciprocating by wrapping his arms around Loki.
Feeling the need to explain himself, he replies nervously, “cause you were cold.”
“Yes I figured, I appreciate it,” he lets out a laugh, “You’re actually pretty warm.” he states while gently squeezing Loki’s side.
Loki breaks out into a smile against Mobius’ chest. Melting in the embrace he offers.
“I still think I was right about this trip-”
“My god, Loki,” Mobius rolls his eyes, shoving him jokingly. “I get it, you were right.”
Loki peeks his head up, revealing a huge smirk on his face. “Yes, I was right.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” he goes to turn away, quickly stopped by Loki who grabs his shoulder to force him to face him. He bites his lip, trying to suppress his smile. He’s never felt so comfortable around someone. Loki’s hand stays resting against the agent’s bicep.
“Thank you,” he says softly, finger tracing the stitches on the hem of Mobius’ sweater.
“For what?” Mobius responds lowly, feeling the sudden mood change.
“For everything,” he pauses, gathering his thoughts.
“For believing in me.” He exhales, watching the way his blue eyes watch his. “For trusting me when no one else would. We’re always on the go and I never really have a chance to reflect on the life you’ve allowed me to live.”
Loki watches for his reaction, his every movement being analyzed. Mobius’ lips part, processing the sudden confession from Loki.
“I- of course. You deserve it.” His face softens, there’s truth behind his eyes, Loki knows it. “You still have a life to live, a second chance if you will. Even if others talk shit back at home, you have a chance.”
Loki’s smile falters at the thought of the TVA being ‘home’.
“You’ve grown so much since you first arrived. You’re not the same guy that left me in that grocery store.” Mobius' hand which was once placed around Loki’s waist is now wandering towards his chest. “I know you’ve changed because I can confidently say that I trust you… and I’m proud of you.” Loki’s ears heat up, his cheeks turning a dusty rose, contrasting with his cold neck.
Mobius’ chilly hand slowly lifts the hem of Loki’s sweater, looking up in his eyes, Mobius’ are focused on his subtle movements. He drags his sweater up his chest, with the assistance of Loki. The old scar is revealed. That scar. That damn scar. The scar that is from ages ago, the dark line hard to see on his peck. The only lighting is that of the moon peaking through the partially opened curtain.
“This is proof of my trust. It started here.” Mobius carefully smooths his fingertips over the run of the scabbing injury. “I knew that you cared enough to save me that mission. And you did. You were so fucking close to dying.” Loki’s hand snakes up to grab Mobius’ hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The feeling of his heartbeat quickening beneath their entwined hands.
Loki has always tried to suppress the memories of that pursuit. The feeling of his heart dropped as he saw Mobius being attacked by a rogue variant. Not being able to face the death of the only person he cared for, he jumped in front, sacrificing his body for him.
Of course, he could probably fade the scar with magic, but part of him deep down cannot bring himself to do it.
“Better for me to die than for you.” His lips pressed into a straight line, staring at the shape of Mobius’ hand clutched in his own.
“Let’s not go there,” Mobius warns, having been down this road one too many times with his partner.
Loki hums in agreement, rubbing his thumb along his agent’s knuckles.
“So… you’re proud of me?” Loki jokes playfully, removing the depressing tension from the air.
“Is that all you got from all that?” Mobius chuckles, the usual warm tones now more prominent in his face.
Loki laughs along, now fishing for compliments. “So, what else about me do you admire?” His blue eyes dazzling in the low shine of the moonlight shining through.
“Nice try,” he says grinning.
“Oh come on, I know you have many things to share about me.” Loki props himself up on his elbow, his chest puffing out in his position. Mobius’ mind tells him to not stare, yet he finds himself au contraire. “I heard the way you were chatting to B-15 the other day, and I know it was about me.” He bluffs.
Mobius' eyes go wide, smile dropping in shock, “You what?” Distressed that his totally private conversation (totally not about Loki) had been overheard.
“Wait you did?” His lips part in realization. A bluff turned true. “Oh this is good, I was totally bullshitting you, but please do tell.” Loki’s face lights up, his pearly teeth on display, eager to hear the contents of the conversation about himself.
“I’m not saying anything,” he mumbles, turning his face into his pillow, noticing their hands are still intertwined.
“Ugh, come on!” Loki pushes, “I’ll tell you anything after, I promise!”
Mobius lifts his head up, mirroring Loki’s lounging pose by resting on his elbow. “As if I don’t already know everything about you!”
“Not everything,” he rolls his eyes at the man. “Not my life at the TVA.”
“We spend every living day together at the TVA.” Perhaps he was right. “We literally share an apartment.”
“Fine, you got me there.” Loki lays sideways on the bed, head resting on the pillow, sweater still pulled up on his chest. “What could you have possibly been speaking of that I can’t hear.”
Mobius drops his arm from keeping himself up, mirroring Loki’s more comfortable position, making sure his hand still stays with Loki’s. Man would Ravonna lose her shit if she saw them right now.
“Can a man not have a private conversation?”
“Not when it’s about a certain, curious god.”
Mobius watches him before finally giving in. “Fine,” he huffs, tapping his thumb on Loki’s knuckles. “I was telling her to tell the team to not join us on this mission.” He pauses, waiting to see any kind of reaction from Loki. “I had her help me plan out a trip that would allow us to get a break from work. She’s covering for me while I’m gone. It’s one night, but I’ll take anything.”
Loki takes a deep inhale, going to speak.
“No,” Mobius interrupts, “before you say anything, I didn’t plan for this weather. Usually, this place is much… better. Canadian failed me on this one.” He curses.
He blinks, his mind working it all out. “So there was no actual work for us here. Even despite the fight we got into with those guys that ended up cutting me?” Mobius shakes his head.
Mobius rolls his eyes, “Okay, obviously I didn’t plan for that. We just happened to stumble upon a few drunk idiots.”
“You almost wasted your life on a romantic one night away? You could have frozen to death.” He phrases ‘romantic’ in a joking matter, but of course, that’s what Mobius had actually planned. “And when were you planning on telling me all this?”
Mobius sighs, “I said I didn’t think it was gonna be this cold. It’s the thought that counts. And hey, we’re all good now. We’ve got a whole night away from responsibilities.” As if on cue, the tempad from the other room chimes, alarming the two in bed.
Loki lifts up to go inspect but is stopped by a strong hand on his bicep. “Leave it,” Mobius says softly, removing his hand from his partner, placing oh-so careful to cup Loki’s jawline. He traces the definitive line of Loki’s chiselled beauty.
The variant catches the vibe Mobius is throwing his way. “So, your plan was to bring me to a…”
“Cozy?”
“Sure- a ‘cozy’ cabin and seduce me in order to have your way with me for the night.”
“You make that should really bad, and I never said that.” Mobius drops his hand from Loki’s face.
“Please,” Loki scoots in closer, leaning himself right up against Mobius. His voice dropping an octave. “I would have accepted any kind of advancement from you, dear.”
The agent reaches up to thread his hand through his partner’s unruly hair, pulling him in to lock their lips. Loki can’t help but smile into the kiss, feeling some sort of accomplishment. He slots a leg in between the silver foxes, pressing him down onto the mattress, shifting over to lie on top of the man. Mobius moans from underneath him, his free hand finding Loki’s face, holding his head as if to not let this moment slip away from him. Meanwhile, Loki’s hands wander down to finally fully remove his sweater, tossing it over his head onto the ground.
The now exposed skin attracts Mobius’ hands, touching his chest with new meaning.
“Your turn,” Loki breathes out, getting Mobius to sit up with Loki on his lap. The two fumbled to remove the blue article of clothing from his body. Once removed, Loki instantly connects their lips, lifting his hips up the sit further up on his partner’s lap. “Fuck Mobius, thought I’d never see you like this.” He grinds his hips forward, feeling how hard Mobius already is, emitting moans from both of them. Loki shoves Mobius’ shoulders, forcing him back onto the bed. Both their eyes were hazy with lust. The heat in the room suddenly ignited despite the cold.
Their lips connected once again, careless of how messy it was.
“Put your hands on me,” Loki requests and Mobius follows orders, placing both hands on his waist, pulling his hips in to chase that feeling that he got seconds ago, earning a gasp from both their parted lips. They move in sync, their lips, their hips, lost in the moment. Heads tossed back, gasping to breathe.
“Loki,” the agent says against his lips, feeling how hard Loki is through his pants. His hand ghosted over his cock through his work pants, liking the power he holds over him in this moment. He feels Loki squirm under his touch.
“Fuck yes, Mobius,” he encourages as he gets a hold of him through the tight dress pants. Loki desperately tries to buck his hips down towards Mobius' retracting hand, it all ending too soon. Their eyes meet, it may be dark but the lust between them is still able to be seen. Fed up, Loki moves down to undo his own belt, getting up quickly to remove his pants and briefs. The clothing hit the rug with a soft thud, the carpet cold against Loki’s bare feet.
He doesn’t ignore Mobius' wandering eyes cascading over his toned body. “You’ve probably seen this dozens of times already.” He smirks, gesturing to his body, referring to the hours of files Mobius would have seen at the TVA. Loki naked was definitely nothing new to him.
He chuckles, cheeks now red from embarrassment and arousal. “Oh I have, but nothing beats seeing you like this in the same bed as me though.”
Mobius exhales loudly, taking in the beauty of his partner’s body. “My god you’re beautiful.” He glows confidently, the compliment making him blush under his heavy gaze. He reaches out, accepting Loki’s offering hand. Loki pulls him up, helping Mobius out of his own clothes. Once they’re both naked, they both crawl back under the sheets. Loki makes sure to first catch a glimpse of his partner’s hard cock, smirking to himself as he mentally notes that it’s more than adequately sized. His body is just so him, so Mobius. Obviously, it is him, he just doesn’t know how to properly adjust to this sudden change in their relationship. Loki and Mobius. Mobius and Loki.
He arranges them so Loki can be seated on Mobius lying down, exhaling, the exhilarating feeling of skin on skin. Mobius lets out an abrupt moan as Loki shifts around while positioned against Mobius’ cock.
He ruts his hips against the agents, lining their cocks against each other, both moaning in unison. Loki places his hands on either side of Mobius’ head, making intense eye contact as he moves his hips, Mobius gripping them.
A shout escapes Loki’s mouth when Mobius flips them around, forcing the variant to lay underneath him.
“How do you want it?”
“How romantic,” Loki sneers, “fuck me however you want.” He says casually, looking oh-so-comfortable with his hands behind his back. He’s definitely not going to complain about Mobius taking charge.
“Slow then,” his head dips down to begin kissing Loki’s collarbones, lips trailing downwards at a torturing pace.
“I will allow it. Just this once.”
Mobius reaches his belly button, his breath hitting Loki’s flushed cock, getting dangerously close. His hand reappears, thumb gently ghosting over from the tip, all the way down to grip the base, pressing down and licking his tip. Loki’s chill = lost. The eye contact he holds on Loki is tormenting. A broken moan muffles behind his clenched teeth, hands finding Mobius’ hair and the grey sheets. His eyes roll back as Mobius takes him down further, with seemingly no gag-reflect.
“Oh my gods, oh my gods.” Loki's thighs try to clench around him, but Mobius holds them back, enjoying himself as he watches his partner fall apart. He bobs his head, finding a pace that makes Loki fumble over his words. Remaining his force on Loki’s thighs as he tries to meet Mobius’ pace with hip thrusts. He removes his mouth, earring a scoff in protest from Loki underneath him.
“Fuck, Loki, you look amazing.” He sits up, eyes wandering over the body that lays so willingly in front of him. “Y’a got lube?”
With a wave of his magic fingers, in the palm of his partner's hand, a bottle appeared.
“Thank you,” he chuckles, leaving a kiss on Loki’s stomach and sitting back to bend Loki’s legs up, spreading his thighs open. After applying the cool gel to his fingers, he slowly sinks a finger into Loki, leaning down to nuzzle his face into his neck.
“Wait,” Mobius pauses, extracting his finger.
“Of come on, it was about to get good.” Loki tosses his head back, his involuntarily thrusting upwards, missing the touch of Mobius.
“Oh shut it,” Mobius sits up, kneeling on the bed, waving a hand for Loki to follow suit. “C’mere, I wanna do this a better way.” Loki does as he commands, placing himself on his lap, legs bent at either side of him as his knees meet the comforter.
He suddenly feels flustered at their intimate proximity, chest to chest and face to face. “This is a first,” he states nervously, referring to the position Mobius has him in for prepping. He’s now in his head, why is he nervous? He’s with Mobius, he shouldn’t be. Or he should be because it’s Mobius.
“I know,” he smirks, emitting the look of a man who's had this moment planned forever.
“Of course you do.”
Mobius adjusts Loki to his liking, lining his fingers back up against his ass. Finding the spot, he inserts a single finger, feeling around.
“S’been a while,” he says face flushed from his legs spasming. He tries to regain control but, fails, frustrating him. Loki starts to overthink how he’s presenting himself. He wants to be perfect for Mobius.
“That’s alright,” Mobius recognizes the familiar frustration that Loki is feeling. He speaks softly to him, seeing how worked up his partner is. He rubs his arched back with his free hand in hopes of calming him down. He starts to explore more, biting his neck gently, sucking a mark under his jawline, helping to ease his worried thinking in his head.
Loki releases a gasp as Mobius adds another finger. He bites his lip as the two fingers scissor him open.
“You’re doing so well sweetheart,” Loki’s ears heat up from the term of endearment that’s new to their beginning relationship. “So good for me.” His heart skips, feeling woozy from the praise. “Just like that.” His hips push forward, sliding their neglected cocks together. He feels Mobius' fingers pause inside him for a moment, and he smirks.
As time goes on, Mobius worships Loki’s body with passion. Marking up his neck as he preps his partner. Loki’s brain is now hazy, and incoherent nothings slipping past his lips, accompanied by gasps and soft moans. He worries about the lack of control he’ll have when they actually get started, this is only the beginning.
When Mobius is eventually satisfied with his work, he removes his fingers, lightly pushing both of them onto the mattress. He lays above the god, watching his flushed face come back to the present.
“Finally,” Loki remarks, snarking at Mobius. He tries so desperately to come off as casual, but his state completely contradicts his words; hair wild on the pillow, cheeks painted red, chest rising quickly.
“My apologies, your Highness, but I need to not hurt you.” Mobius pauses and looks into Loki’s eyes. “Ready?” He asks with a pause of breath, awaiting a response. All that could be heard was Loki’s quick panting underneath him and the gentle taps of snowflakes hitting the window above the bed. He makes a remark to himself that he’s glad he planned this trip after all.
“Yes.” He leans in to leave a quick peck to Mobius’s lips, “I trust you.” God, Mobius could have died right there. He fumbles with the lube, hands jittery with nerves. Man, did Loki sure make him nervous. Neither would admit it, but they both have that effect on each other.
Lube in hand, he pumps himself a few times before lining himself up. He leans down further, getting into a comfortable position, forearms symmetrical on both sides of Loki’s head to hold him upwards, while nudging his partner’s thighs wider apart with his own. Mobius bites his lip and looks down at Loki, he watches him as his eyes roll back, chest tightening. He is cautious to push in slowly, giving the god time to adjust.
His chest continues to stay tight as he pushes fully in. He then lets out a loud exhale, letting out everything he was holding back. Not knowing what to do with his hands, Loki reaches out, holding Mobius close to his own body, assuring himself that he’s here to stay.
“Loki, breathe,” Mobius groans comandingly, feeling Loki clench around him.
He lets out another large breath of air that he was holding back and follows Mobius’s breathing, eyes flickering from eyes to mouth.
“That’s it,” Mobius pecks his lips, pulling out and slowly pushing back in. “Taking it so well, keep breathing.” Loki regains his breath, intently watching Mobius as he inhales and exhales. A hand brushes his face, and he leans in immediately, feeling touch starved.
Mobius decides that Loki’s ready, so he begins a slow, steady pace. He leans in, laying his face in Loki’s neck. His face heats up feeling so intimate with his partner’s breath so hot against his skin.
“Fuck you feel good,” Mobius moans, Loki joining him as well, surprised he’s enjoying such a slow pace. “Such a good girl for me, Loki.” Loki’s breath skips, not expecting such a thing to come out of his mouth, and oh boy did he like it. Never did he think Mobius would be so attentive and talk so much during sex. And yet he is, and he most definitely is not complaining.
“Ah, Mobius,” he gasps, reaching in to kiss the man above him. He feels sweaty and hot, very opposite from when they first entered the cabin. They make out, or at least attempt to, it’s messy and full of them just moaning into each other's mouths.
He could die for the feeling of Mobius’ thighs rubbing against his own, groins hitting against each other with each thrust of Mobius’ hips.
“You…fuck” Loki wines, arching his back, jaw going slack as Mobius hits a particular spot. “You… are too good. Shit Mobius.”
“Yeah?” He feels him smile against his cheek.
Fuck that’s hot, Loki thought.
“Such a sweet talker.” He teases, nipping at Loki’s lips playfully. “I’m glad you’re…mmm… you’re enjoying it,” he gasps, hooking an arm around Loki’s thigh, pulling it up to get a new angle. Loki doesn’t fail to notice the way his arm flexes as he picks up his leg.
His head falls against the pillow. They breathe in unison, heavy hot breaths hitting each other's rosy cheeks. Mobius’ right-hand finds its way to Loki’s sweaty hair, he pulls, earning a loud moan from the shining god underneath him.
“Oh, you like that?” He questions knowingly. Loki nods his head, using one of his own hands to cup the back of Mobius’ head, encouraging him to continue.
“Fuck you’re so pretty like this,” his thrusts stuttering as Loki clenches around him once again. He preens at the praise, thrusting his hip to to meet Mobius’ speeding up thrusts.
Loki pulls back Mobius’ head with a slight tug to his silver hair. He positions his mouth right against his ear, noticing the way Mobius' breath hitches. “Faster,” he whispers. The leg that was once being held up is now hooked around Mobius’ waist, as well as the other, hitting at wanting a new pace.
“I said we’d go slow,” Mobius whispers, not trusting his voice fully. Man, Loki’s taking a toll on him.
“I’ve been good,” Loki whines, tightening his leg’s grip on the man’s waist above him. “Please.”
Instead of responding, Mobius picks up his pace, hips slapping against Loki’s. His mustache scratches against Loki’s neck and he knows for sure his neck is going to be rough tomorrow. He moans into his partner’s skin, now chasing the end. Loki’s legs flex and spasm against Mobius' hip.
“Close?” Mobius asks breathlessly, fully engulfed in his mission to get Loki to finish.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
Mobius trails his mouth down to Loki’s peck, nipping at the skin there while leaning up. He sits up, broad chest on display and now they both have a better view of each other. Both glistening in sweat and absolutely wrecked. Loki’s legs fall open, and Mobius holds them in position so that they’re bent, still encasing him.
Loki’s eyes fall down to Mobius' chest, which is rosy and puffing with each breath he takes. He tilts his head up to watch Mobius’ cock move in and out of him.
They both lose themselves in the shared lust in the now-hot room. Their hips stutter against each other as they race towards their finish.
“Come on Loki,” Mobius says, frustrated, wanting Loki to come first before he does. He places his left hand on Loki’s stomach, pushing on his gut.
“Mobius!” He shouts at the new feeling of the pressure put on his stomach with Mobius trying to hold himself upright. He brings his unused hand to Loki’s neglected standing cock and just like that, with a pump and flick of his hips, Loki releases over his chest and Mobius’ hand.
“Fuck!” Loki arches his back, hands grippings at the bed sheets underneath him. “Mobius, shit!” He moans loudly, knuckles going white, tears brimming under his eyes.
Mobius follows right after, falling apart at the sight of Loki. “Shit, Loki, oh my god.”
He gently collapses himself into his partner under him, wrapping his arms around him.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m no longer cold.” Mobius chuckles, seemingly out of breath. He moves to get up to get them cleaned up but alas, Loki reacts quickly and reaches to grab Mobius' arm to stop him from leaving. A hitch sob of his voice alarms Mobius as he looks down to find Loki in tears. He brushes a hand over his cheek feeling his tears hit his hand.
“Hey, hey what’s up.” he lays back down on his side, pulling Loki into his chest, cupping the back of his head. “You hurt?”
Loki shakes his head no.
“Feeling emotional after that?”
Loki nods, his breathing picking up. Mobius tries to push his face out of his chest, but that results to him hiding his face in his hands.
“Come on,” he prys his hands away from his face, revealing a teary-eyed god. “You’re okay. It’s okay to feel emotional after that, I understand.” Mobius reassures, watching Loki try to regain his breath.
“I know that was a lot for you sweetheart.”
“It hurts,” Loki manages to let out.
“What does, love.” Mobius tugs the blankets up over their shoulders.
“Caring for you,” he finally gains the confidence to look him in the eyes once again. “It's new, and its old emotions coming back. Scary, terrifying emotions.”
Mobius pauses and watches his face, encouraging him to continue.
“Cause I know I’m going to lose you and everything will happen all over again.”
“Loki…” he traces his hand along Loki’s, rubbing the palm of his hand with his thumb. “I know I can’t really promise anything, but I’m not going anywhere.” He leans in to kiss the top of his head.
He sniffles, trying to regain his composure. “I think I love you.”
“You think?” Mobius laughs and Loki gives him a playful shove in response.
“Stop it, you know this is difficult for me.” he groans, rolling his eyes at Mobius.
“I know, I know.” Mobius smiles, “I’m proud of you.” Loki’s lip wobbles, not knowing when the last time someone told him they were proud of him last. Mobius gives his hand a comforting squeeze, noticing Loki on the brim of more tears.
“Hey, come here.” He pulls him into his chest. “You’re okay. And don’t feel like you owe me any of that stuff. That’s a big thing to come to terms about.” Mobius holds the back of his head, slowly running his fingers through his dark hair. “Y’know? It’s good that we're open and tell each other things, but don’t ever feel pressured to tell me things. This alone, tonight, is big enough, you’ve already given me so much. And I know you put pressure on yourself for things like this, but just try to let go of those little voices in your head telling you to jump ahead.”
Loki’s eyes just watch him talk, fingertips moving together in such a heartfelt moment. This. This means everything to him. Mobius means so much so much to him.
“I know what you mean, but I also meant what I said.” He pauses, collecting his thoughts, his words slightly mumbled from speaking into Mobius’ chest. “I do care about you and it feels weird. It feels different like I haven’t felt before. Whether it's love or not, it's connecting me to you, making me feel like I want to spend every last dying moment with you.”
Mobius’ mouth is left slightly agape, not expecting Loki to get so in touch with his emotions.
“And even before, when… when y’know, that mission happened, and I thought I was for sure gone, I didn’t fully mind because you were there.” Loki traces the speckled scars along Mobius’ abdomen, somewhat distracting himself from the words falling out of his mouth. “You held onto me like nothing else mattered and I didn’t really care that blood was pouring out of me at a concerningly fast pace,” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. “I only cared about you being there, I could have died happily that day.”
“God,” Mobius sniffles, “Muy turn now I guess.” He laughs through the few tears. Loki peeks his head out of hiding in Mobius' chest, he smiles at him while wiping the tears away. “Who knew you could be sucha romantic.”
“Hey!” Loki teases, kissing Mobius. “G’night.” He lightly pats Mobius' cheek, then turns around, pushing his body back into his partner’s embrace, pulling his arm around him. They get into a more comfortable position and fall asleep to the soft sound of the snow falling outside against the window.
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“You ready to go soon?” Mobius calls out, picking up the now working tempad from beside the woodstove oven.
“Ugh, no,” Loki grumbles, having just woken up.
“Get ready, we gotta go soon. B-15 could only cover for me for so long.”
He feels two arms wrap around his waist. Loki hugs him into his body, peeking over his shoulder to look at the reborn tempad.
“It’s working now?” Loki moans complaining, worrying that once they go back it will all return to normal TVA business.
“Yes, the fireplace did the job, and it’s pretty warm in here now. An actual comfortable temperature now.” He feels Loki’s hands snake down towards the sweatpants he found in the dresser. His chilly fingertips graze the waistband. “Loki,” he warns, turning around in his partner’s arms.
“Come on, one last hurrah, Mobius.”
“We. Have. To. Go.” He pronunciates, prying Loki’s sneaky hands off his and toying around with the tempad to open a time door. “But maybe at home,” he winks, playfully tapping Loki’s hip before walking through. Loki rolls his eyes and follows along. This man will be the death of him.