They were so close to one another. Stuck in this closet, waiting for the variant to leave. Loki had thought himself so clever at finding this hiding spot to spy on their target, and it would have been a good space to wait it out until Mobius had said he couldn’t be alone. Now, they were stuck together in this small space and Mobius was so close, so very close.
Loki was pushed back against the wall, no longer able to see anything but Mobius. The agent had taken the side with the eyehole, so now all Loki could do was try to keep still and not touch Mobius any more than he had to. He could smell sandalwood from the agent’s hair, feel his clothes scratch against his forearms even as they lay by his side plastered against the wall.
In return, Loki was sure Mobius must be able to feel his breath ghosting against his face. He could see a few loose strands of hair moving back and forth as Loki tried to keep his breathing even. It was proving difficult. Worse still were the roaming thoughts of kissing Mobius, pushing back against him and slotting his legs in between his, eliciting soft moans from him. Dammit, he needed to get himself under control.
Outside, he could hear movement but without being able to see anything, he could only imagine what the variant was doing. They seemed to be walking a lot, the creak of the floorboards changing depending on where they went. It was hardly stealthy, but then they didn’t know they were being watched. For at Mobius’ command, all the hunters had walked off and hidden themselves in alleyways to give Mobius time to spy on their target.
If the variant disappeared, could Loki steal a kiss from Mobius before they had to go back to the TVA? Should he? Dammit, his mind was circling back round to filth again. The proximity of Mobius, the warmth of him against his body, it was distracting.
Loki and Mobius get stuck in a small closet while on a mission. Things gets heated.
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