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It started with a dagger.
Not a real blade, but a drawing of one. Doodled right in the corner of the file Mobius was reviewing.
The archivists aren’t gonna be happy if they see this. Mobius turned his pencil over, erasing the faint marks. I’d better get rid of it.
He picked up his Josta, and—just as he took a sip—he saw another mark further down the page. He lifted the sheet above it, and blinked in astonishment. There was a tiny portrait of himself in the margin, beside a paragraph on the 2100 Galveston hurricane. He had to admit it was pretty good… and then he recognized the handwriting below.
Just a simple caption—Mobius. In Loki’s familiar handwriting.
Mobius looked up, blinking away the tears that misted his eyes at the reminder. The last they’d seen each other was on that hill in the Void, and he missed Loki so much.
Against his better judgment, Mobius unclipped the page and slid it into his own folder. He penciled a note on the next page.
Please don’t draw on the reports.
He reconsidered, and erased his note with a sigh.
Loki was gone, and one set of notes was bad enough without adding his own. Loki must have drawn this long ago, and they were lucky the archivists hadn’t noticed and erased it themselves.
As he pulled his hand away, he saw a note that definitely wasn’t there before.
“Loki?” Mobius’ heart skipped a beat, then reality caught up with him. I must have just missed it before. My sleeve must have been in the way. Yeah.
A week later, Mobius sat in his new office—Ravonna’s old office, repurposed after her departure—flipping through his personal folder, pulling out documents that might help with sorting out the timelines. He turned a page, uncovering a familiar drawing.
For the first time, Mobius wished that his art skills were anything like Loki’s. Taking up his pencil, he tried his best to sketch Loki from memory. It was… mostly recognizable, and he added a pair of curved horns over his head just to be sure. It was a long way from capturing Loki’s ethereal beauty, the spark of mischief in his eyes, but… not too bad. Though I’m better off keeping to stick figures.
Now at least their drawn versions could be together.
Mobius sighed, and slipped the page into his top desk drawer before moving on to the next report.
The next day, Mobius sat at his desk, faced with the latest stack of reports on new timeline branches. Over a hundred had come in just last night. Shaking his head, he grabbed the thick folder balanced precariously on top.
Scrawled on the cover sheet in Loki’s handwriting was a question:
jacobvanloon
tangentwithtanner
pixelskylines
andulkaphoto
