Day 5 of @lokiusweek: confession
“I have a confession to make.”
At Loki’s words Mobius glances up from the report he has been working on for the last hour and already braces himself for what is to come his way.
Loki looks at him intently and announces, “I love you.”
Mobius narrows his eyes, suspicion creeping up on him.
Loki scoffs, affronted. “I just told you –”
“No, no, don’t play this game with me,” Mobius cuts him off. “What did you do? Just tell me before I get a headache guessing …”
Loki scowls for a moment longer.
Then he lets his shoulders sag and confesses, “I might have, accidentally, broken your favorite mug.”
Mobius blinks a few times.
For a second there he considers laughing into the god’s face because this is sure as hell far tamer than anything his overactive mind came up with just now, but Loki actually looks so remorseful that the agent doesn’t dare reacting in such a manner. Granted, Mobius liked that mug – a blue, ocean-themed little thing he stole from the timeline on day many eons ago –, but it’s certainly not worth anyone feeling guilty about it. Especially Loki.
So Mobius reaches out, squeezes the god’s hand on the table and says, “It’s fine. Accidents happen.”
Loki tightens the grip. “I’m going to bring it to the timeline and repair it with magic –”
“And I thank you for that,” Mobius quickly interrupts since he can see Loki already losing himself in a frenzy. Sometimes it’s quite wondrous what kind of seemingly meaningless things the god ends up being worked up over. “But once again, it’s fine. It’s just a mug. I appreciate the honesty, though.”
Loki could’ve easily fixed the mug without Mobius ever being the wiser.
The agent calls that progress.
So he smiles softly at Loki and says, “I particularly liked your first confession.”
It’s not news, he and Loki have said those specific words to one another, after many trials and errors, for quite a few months now, all of it getting easier and easier as times flies by. And yet it’s still nice to hear every single time.
Loki grins back at him, his tension dissipating right away. “Yeah?”
“I also have a confession to make,” Mobius admits.
“That you love me too?” Loki guesses.
“Yes, of course, obviously,” Mobius replies and revels at the sight of Loki’s cheeks coloring a little. “But also … this morning I might have, not quite accidentally, put one of your shirts on.”
Loki’s brow raises as he assesses the shirt in question for a moment before a sly smirk flashes over his features.
“My, Mobius, that is quite the serious offense,” he says in amusement. “I’m afraid I might be forced to drag you to our room and get you out of that shirt now.”
Mobius chuckles while his heart leaps a few extra beats. He is still not used to this new, glorious dynamic and he highly doubts he ever will be.
“How about I finish this report, you repair my mug and we’ll meet at our place in half an hour?” Mobius proposes.
Loki just nods before he presses a quick kiss onto Mobius’ lips – just a brief thing because he knows the head archivist would skin him alive if he were to go further than that in her sacred halls – and rushes out of the room.
Mobius watches him go and smiles to himself.
Life certainly ain’t boring anymore.
And he couldn’t be happier about it.
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