Livin' the Daydream

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Mobius x Reader (feat. Jealous!Mobius!) 

First and foremost...you couldn’t believe Renslayer allowed it. You were aware of how fond Renslayer was of Mobius, so it shouldn’t be too surprising. It may make you feel certain emotions you have to fight down because it wasn’t fitting of a TVA agent and far more of what you see in Variants. 

Second, you didn’t think it would go well. On one hand, you could see the logic after Mobius explained it a few times. But you still thought it too risky. Any given Loki was dangerous when facing in the field. Bringing the God of Mischief in a place whose sole purpose was to maintain order? That was asking for trouble. 

You spent plenty of hours trying to fathom all the reasons Renslayer gave to Mobius about why she wanted and should refuse his request. But more so trying to figure out the argument Mobius used to win. 

Seeing them in action...you kind of got it. 

Or at least became even more curious about this Variant. The amount of faith Mobius had in him made you worry. If anything went too wrong, what would happen to Mobius should the Time Keepers be too upset or become unamused by Loki’s mischief? 

Which is why and how you latched on to their cases. To help keep Mobius anchored before he sunk with that Loki’s troubles. 

Except...the Loki Variant was almost pleasant. Yes, he was everything his file said he was, but there was more to him as well. The less relevant facts that don’t make it onto the reports. The way his mind works is fascinating and you begin to see how and why Mobius managed it! 

Both you and Loki understand that Mobius is in charge. Loki also understands that you have more rank than him. So rather and always go to Mobius with an idea or theory, he begins to come to you first. Maybe he’s hoping you’re a little easier to manipulate, which you don’t put past him. But you’re very adamant that if it requires going anywhere or trying anything, you’ll be reporting to at least Mobius or Hunter B-15. He complies. 

Loki asks you questions. You answer in turn for stories about Asgard. Sure, you know of it, you’ve even visited a few times. But it was for a case and like many other places, it just blends in with the rest of the time line. You never really admired it’s beauty until you get lost in the stories Loki would tell about his childhood there. The moments that didn’t make it into the reel. Moments that mattered or impacted him in ways that the Time Keepers didn’t really care about. 

You begin to stick up for Loki more. It’s no longer just Mobius nearly pleading for everyone else to humor him. You do see the scared little boy Mobius did and you feel protective now. It still surprises you how much faith you have in Loki now, and you would love to bond about it with Mobius...if he wasn’t suddenly acting weird. 

It starts off small. With little comments you brush off at first. But it quickly escalates to him ditching you and not telling you about attempts to get the Variants killing the Minute Men. 

You could wait and see if it’ll fix itself...or you could confront Mobius. 

There really wasn’t much of a choice.

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“What’s got your TimePad in a fritz?” You asked, crossing your arms and taking your stance.  “I don’t know what yo-” Mobius begins, trying to deny anything being the matter. You’re not sure if it was the look in your eye or whatever’s been eating him up winning after all. Rather than deny anything, he himself takes a stand and crosses his arms too. “You’ve never told me about (Insert you Jet Ski Equivalent Here ) before.” “Well...you never asked.” You reply with a small shrug. There’s a pause as you get lost for a moment, as if you had a thought on the tip of your tongue, but it flees just before you can recognize it. That feeling has been more present lately. Absentmindedly you add, “And I’ve never really given it much thought...”

“Until Loki?”  You nod, “He asks questions.” 

“I ask questions.” He commented. 

“You do. It’s how you got to your ranking, I’m sure. But it’s always been about the job...which is...what there is. What’s the point of me bringing up my interests in a moment on the timeline I can’t be a part of other than admiring it from far away?” You inquire. 

“The point is...you told Loki before telling me!” 

“Don’t you like Loki?” You asked with a raised, confused eyebrow.

“Do you like him?” He counters.

“I asked first.” 

“I ask..” He pauses to think of something to answer with, “with authority!” 

You scoff and roll your eyes, not completely believing you’re even having this conversation. You’re about to rebuttal, until it hits you. You pause and eye Mobius up and down before asking, “Are you jealous?”

His scoff came out with a fake laugh as he tried to play it off. You weren’t buying it anymore though, as all the moments of him behaving weirdly in the past couple of days now began to make more sense. 

“I...am just...worried!” 

“Worried?” You echo. 

“Yes! That Loki...has...manipulated you. Got into your head. That’s all.” He tries so hard to be nonchalant about it. 

“He hasn’t,” You assure him. You see his shoulders relax, and if he had been a bit more mature about this, maybe you wouldn’t have said your next line. But you did anyway, “I just let him into my bed.” 

As Mobius sputtered and struggled to get a response, you try to decide what happens next. 

You decide to put him out of his misery, and perhaps stop Loki from getting pruned, by saying, “I’m kidding! I doubt he could keep his mouth shut about it and I’d never live down B-15 or Renslayer’s look of ‘you could do so much better’.”

That seemed to quell him, if only slightly. He tries to readjust his tie but you’re sure Loki had already done so earlier in the morning. He asks, “How about you and I get together off of duty? Talk about Jet skis and (Insert Your Jet Ski Equivalent)?” 

“So you could manipulate yourself into my bed?” You ask with a playful smirk. 

He doesn’t deny it, instead he matches your smirk and says, “I’d rather call it wooing.”  

“Wooing?” You repeat, but smiling at him nonetheless.

“Yeah...unless you wanna invite Loki.” He chimes in childishly. 

“Let me see if your wooing’s any good before we get adventurous. You can ask him for tips if our first date is a complete disaster.” 

“Date? Like a date-date?”

“Make me regret it and I’ll shamelessly flirt with him the next mission.” You ‘threaten’. 

“His ego doesn’t need the boost and mine doesn’t need the hit.”

“There you two are! Enough love bird chitchat, I’ve got a new idea!” Loki declared as he found them. 

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Loki (Disney+) Episode 4 inspired

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With a show dealing with time travel, I know they say time passes by differently. (And honestly, I’ve been spoiled by full seasons dropping on Netflix and also becoming so behind on all the shows I start that when I try to catch up again it’s a lot there for me to indulge in. So this whole, waiting a whole ass week for a new ep is....it’s something.)

But like...Loki falling in love so fast. I just have a lot of feelings about it. 

-someone who felt unloved most of his life that he craves it so badly.  -though he might even be in somewhat denial himself, he seeks for it(but experiences reminds him that it’s not real or it won’t last) -Him having some sort of feelings for Sylvie(however you want to interpret that), it’s heart breaking that the most he’s probably felt free to love someone is another version of himself. It’s not so much narcissism as it is there being this safety net. He doesn’t have to explain himself. He doesn’t have to say words that have probably come back in bit him in the ass before. If he gets hurt, it’ll hurt less because it was in her nature as it is his nature. 

Loki just wanting to love and be loved, having a glimpse of hope, and then it quickly being taken away....

Feels. It just gets me in my feels... 

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Mobius x Reader

You've been worried. Probably more than you should be allowed. Definitely more than you would ever say out loud.

When the alarms blazed loudly, you did your part. You did your duty. But when there was a lull as the Nexus event you were sent to was taken care of, your first thought was of him.

You knew that the variant Mobius was in charge of, very invested in, and believed too much in for Renslayer's taste was more than involved. You could only imagine the trouble Mobius will be in and feel bad for him.

When you eventually checked up with him he was angry. Not seething, but that anger that comes with a severe disappointment that made your heart ache.

He felt responsible, and nothing you could say would change that.

Even when the variants were found and arrested, when you found him after he wasn't any happier.

Mobius wanted to have faith. For a moment, he had it for that variant.

It was confusing, you silently admit to yourself. The concept of faith. You, Mobius, and everyone at the TVA knew everything faith was meant to comfort about the unknown. You knew who created you, and why. You knew your purpose. You knew how it would eventually end. There wasn't any fear or worry. Just acceptance. Peaceful acceptance.

You were all the keepers of all that was, that is, and that will be.

A good story, you remind yourself.

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You find him again in the depths of the archives looking troubled.

"Mobius?"

He startles, pocketing his time tad before putting on a smile as he sees you. "Hey..."

"Stupid question... are you alright?" You ask.

He hesitates. But the look in his eyes isn't the one he usually has after getting lecture by Renslayer. It was... different. The emotion in his eyes wasn't one you were used to seeing in him, or other agents. Maybe only in variants.

His smile becomes less strained and more genuine, "I will be." He paused a moment before he adds, "I am. Promise."

"I'm sorry. I knew you had higher hopes in your variant. But don't beat yourself up... we got them. Both. And... he's a trickster. His tricks were good, but you got him in the end. "

"Yeah... the end." He muttered, more to himself. But you heard it, and it sounded more bitter than you've ever heard him. Before you could think of something else to say to cheer him up, he looks back up at you and asks, "If you could go anywhere, any time... where would you go?"

You tilt your head in slight confusion. With a small smile you remind him, "I can go anywhere. Any time. We all can. "

"Yes. Yeah, but for a case. To prune a branch that shouldn't exist. But..." He pauses, looking almost desperate. Almost scared in a way.

"Mobius?" You call out to him.

"If you could go anywhere you wanted... freely, and because it's what you wanted, where would you go?"

"I...I don't know. I've never thought about it. It's not important to the Sacred Timeline."

"Sacred Timeline..." He scoffs and your concern grows. He shakes his head before looking at you with determination, "I need your help. This is going to sound insane, terrifying, and... go against a lot but deep down it'll feel like something we may be repressing!"

"... what's that?"

"The truth."

"The truth?" You echo.

"Yes! About... everything! About me, about you, about everyone here! But I need help. And Loki. Will you help me?"

You stare at him for a moment. In your mind you know you should report this. Mobius might be in need of medical help at best, you're about to agree to something dangerous and illegal at worst. Yet, the word 'truth' ... it did resonate with you, and more so with that scared clarity you see in his eyes .

You nod, "Whatever you need. I'm in. "

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Mobius x Reader

“How attached are you to your name?” 

As tired as Mobius looked, he was as sharp as ever as he replied with, “If this is a proposal, I’m gonna have to see the ring first.” 

“You ruined my joke. I was going to call you Sisyphus in a very clever and refined way.” 

Mobius sighed as he rubbed his eyes and offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. Go ahead. Make your pun.”

“I said joke. And it’s too late now.” You tell him as you sit across from him. 

When he catches you trying to peek at his case file, he covers it up. “You prefer puns and you know it. Would you feel better telling me why you think I’ve taken up an impossible task?”

“Not really. I can only imagine Renslayer’s given you more than even your fair share of lectures.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“That you’re a favorite and you get away with a lot more than the rest of us.” You pout slightly. 

“Jealous?”

“You’ll never get me to say it out loud.”

There’s a small silence between you two before Mobius smiled that small smile that’s reserved more for small moments like this. “I appreciate your worry, I do, but I can handle this variant of Loki.”

“I know you can.” You tell him without hesitation. It is something you believe wholeheartedly. If anyone could, it was Mobius. 

“Good. So no more worrying.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about, as much as your hubris,” You tell him. 

He chuckled but didn’t disagree. Standing and grabbing his file, he tells you, “We’ll discuss my hubris and your sense of humor over drinks. Yeah?”

“I’ll bring asperin, not sure what will cause the headache. The Variant’s monologues or Renslayer’s lectures.”   

“It’s quite the coin toss,” Mobius agrees with a short sigh, before giving you a small smile and a wink and heading off. 

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Loki & Reader(Child of Loki Variant)

Loki held his breath, but when he saw that the TVA agents weren’t looking directly at him, he let it out. He had felt like he passed through some sort of wardings, but he wasn’t sure of them. He stepped closer, inches away from a pissed off agent making a call to others that they lose visual. 

When the agent made a move to step forward they then paused. They looked a bit confused before turning away and heading off in the opposite direction. 

“What the-”

“The wards discourage them from wanting to come this way. They can’t see nor hear us on this side.” 

Loki jumps as he turned towards the voice, preparing his magic for an attack before stilling. Before him was...a child. Well, more like a teenager. 

“Right. Well, that’s...” Loki frowned deeply. His time at the TVA was relatively short, but with how much trouble he was going through to prove himself worthy for a simple meeting with the Time Keepers, how was this child able to go undetected? “Other than the TVA, it’s rather calm out there.” 

The teen nodded. “I like being the only source of chaos in a fifty mile radius at least, if I can help it. Easier to keep control.” 

“Bit of an oxymoron, don’t you think?” 

“Says the God of Mischief wearing the TVA jacket.” the teen deadpanned. 

“Touché.” Then he paused before he asked, “You know who I am?” 

The teen seemed to debate on whether to answer or not. At first, it seemed like they chose to not answer. Instead they began to gather their belongings. Physically but also magically.  They didn’t have much to pack and were finished rather quick. When their hands began to glow green, Loki panicked and reached for their wrist. 

Loki’s fear was that the wards would be taken down, and the TVA would be on him again before he had a plan. Or a speech that Mobius would buy. 

But the fear he caught in the teen’s eye caused him to let go. He held his hands up in a placating manner, “Whoa. I...I don’t mean harm. I just don’t want the wards to go down.” 

“...they’ll go down when I’m out of this dimension.” the teen said. They eyed Loki warily and with a slight perplexed expression. “In theory, it shouldn’t go down at all. They may stay up until you leave.” 

“Good. That’s good. But how come the TVA can’t see through them?” Loki asked curiously. If he could learn to hide himself from the power the likes of the TVA, he was going to! 

“They’re specially crafted to recognize a particular line of magic...”

“Asgardians?” Loki guessed. The only place he’s seen magic that powerful. 

The teen rolled their eyes in a vaguely familiar way. “You still haven’t caught on?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

The teen sighed, “Mischief.”

Loki’s eyes widened, “...you’re another variant?”

“Maybe. But also not what you’re thinking. I’m not you...”

“But you have my magical signatu-” Loki began, at first confused still before it clicked. His eyes widened. The teen’s awkward shrug and nod only left him breathless. Sure, there was always talk as he grew up in Asgard court about how his eventual marriage would require him to sire an heir. But it seemed so far away. More so recently with all the chaos with Thanos and the Infinity Stones. But...he was just one Loki. One of apparently many. One of them siring children shouldn’t be too far off...yet it was so odd! 

The fear he saw in the other’s eyes when he reached for their wrist came back to his mind. It was a lot to process. He pushed it aside for later, thinking more on the present and near future. 

“Join me!” He blurted out. Much like with his female counterpart, he would have said his next part of the plan, except he stalled. His plan kept being poked at by various other people that he wasn’t as confident as he once was about it. The teen looked ready to vanish. If other Loki’s could have powers he hasn’t even thought about dabbling in, god knew what a variant’s child knew! 

But he didn’t want them vanishing! In a panic he was reminded of how alone he was. In a blink he’d lost everything. His mother, his brother, his home and all the others he once knew. This person in front of him wasn’t his yet possibly the closest thing he could call family.  

 “Come with me...” He rephrased. Quieter and gentler this time. 

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Eric Russo x Reader

“Hey Jersey,” You smile as Eric looks flustered and like a deer caught in headlights. 

You were at your regular coffee shop on your way home. The little nook in the wall you like to hide away in for at least an hour to unwind with some coffee and pastry. Either by reading a chapter or so of the book you’re reading or just scrolling mindlessly through your phone to catch up on your social medias. 

It was in that cafe that you met Eric. You talked and got to know each other when the days were busy and the lines were long. He told you about Jersey, about transferring after visiting his uncle who you’ve seen on TV or heard of at least once a week with that task force he works on. 

There was a friendship between the two of you...but maybe a bit more. You hoped so anyway. Eric was adorably dorky, but also very easy on the eyes. There was also a bit of city street danger that was an added layer of attraction you tried to deny, but can’t at this point. 

You were interested. 

You’re sure Eric was too, but he was unsure. So you’d make the first move. 

“H-hey. Uh, I wasn’t staring. I mean I was, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want to but I mean I did cos...well...I’m rambling. Why am I rambling?” 

“No idea. I thought we were kind of past that and awkward small talk.” 

“We are! We so are! I just...see thing is...I um...”

“There’s a new Italian restaurant opening up. Apparently it’s got the Olive Garden manager up in arms. I was thinking of checking it out, and wouldn’t mind going with an authentic Italian Stallion going with me to see if it’s legit or not.” You weren’t sure where this confidence was coming from, but at this point you had to commit. Thankfully, by the look of Eric’s face, it had been worth it. 

“You think I’m a stallion?” He asked, smiling proudly with a bright blush on his face that you’re sure has nothing to do with the heat. He quickly nods, remembering he was asked to go and says, “I’d love to! I’ll pick you up.” 

You grab a pen from the counter as well as one of the business cards to write down your address before you hand it to him. “Friday. 7PM.”

“Awsome! I’ll uh...I’ll see you then?” 

“Or you could also have some coffee with me?”

“Coffee first. That’s very classy. Yeah...I’ll go order. Usual?” He asks, already knowing how you like your coffee. 

Which was as good a start to a relationship as any other factor.  

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Loki x Reader

“Does Mobius know you’re off of your leash?” You asked teasingly as you turn your attention back to your reports. 

“That.” Loki said with emphasis as he noisily pulled the chair across from you and took a seat. 

You look back up at him and see a glint in his eyes that could only be called ‘mischief’. You knew it should annoy you. Or at least be more than prepared to shut down any schemes or funny business. Yet...there’s a spike of hope! Before that feeling could develop into a thought, you shake your head and asked, “What?” 

“Granted, I haven’t been here too long...or maybe I have. Time’s weird here.” Loki commented, more so to himself. 

“You don’t say,” You replied dryly and once more try to get back to your report. 

Loki doesn’t allow that as he reaches over and pulls the report towards him. 

“Hey!”

“Like I said, haven’t been here as long as the rest of you but I’ve picked up on everyone’s sort of work place attitude. It’s all mostly the same...all but you. Mobius too maybe, but you. You’re not like them. There’s something about you. I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Naturally, I thought it was just curiosity or that thirst for knowledge that some scholars might have. But no, that didn’t quite fit. It was very familiar, however.” 

“You really do love hearing yourself speak, don’t you?” 

“Rebellion.” 

The word made you pause. Though it was just a word and you’ve done nothing to warrant the distrust of any of your supervisors, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stick on end. A wave of paranoia and adrenaline rush through you. 

Before you could shake it off and retort, Loki’s talking again. 

“It’s subtle. Careful. Maybe it’s just your nature while knowing how comfortable you got it. Maybe it’s being forced into submission.”

“What’s the point of you telling me all of this?” 

“Because rebellion and mischief make the best of friends...maybe even more.” He answers before smirking, “And you’re curious to find out, aren’t you?” 

You don’t answer. 

Which is an answer in of itself. 

“I should get going. But...I’ll see you soon. Very soon.” Loki promised. 

A tingle of something you can’t describe rushes through you that’s like adrenaline...but different. And you find yourself hoping that ‘very soon’ is soon indeed.