I TRIED to make an animatic of the unreleased song about Odysseus and Calyso with ‘there are other ways’ vibe, BUT I COMPLETLY FAILED, all my respects for the people that makes Epic animatics, im literally this
It’s not finished because I LOVE MY MENTAL SANITY and i hate this lmao
Mobius looked at himself in the mirror. The mirror in the changing room was huge, as was the changing room. He felt almost small seeing himself standing there.
He should be excited. He was.
He was going to ride a jet ski soon! All day he was bursting with joy and anticipation.
But to ride a jet ski he needed to get some swim trunks. He didn’t have any. So Loki dragged him into this store where everything was huge. And suddenly he felt… small.
And wondered.
Was he… old?
The wrinkles….
The hair…
Was he… even attractive enough?
He wondered why Loki was so happy with him. As it seemed. A god. A god as handsome as Loki. With him. The normal guy.
He had wondered more than once. So much that he had asked him.
“Why me?”
Loki had tilted his head, had given him this little but incredibly warm smile.
“Lack of choice?” Mobius had suggested because Loki hadn’t said anything yet. “I mean, wouldn’t a handsome prince suit you better? Someone…” Mobius had shrugged his shoulders. Someone different than me… ?
Loki had rolled his eyes.
And then got serious. Dead serious.
Not blinking once, he had said, “Because you know me.”
Nothing more.
And maybe it was really simple as that.
He had seen so much of Loki’s life…
He fell for him. Despite seeing all, because of seeing all.
And as strange as it seemed he loved him. He didn’t want him any other way.
“This one!” Loki sneaked into the changing room and held tiny speedo briefs in a shining red colour in front of him.
“No way!” Mobius almost cringed by the thought he should wear something like this.
“You have to!” Loki sounded like he would talk to a naughty dog.
“Absolutely not.”
“Absolutely yes.”
“Why come you don’t need to buy swim trunks?”
A light illumination slid over Loki’s whole body, from head to toe, and there he was, standing in front of him dressed only in swim shorts. Descent ones by the way. Not like these others.
Mobius rolled his eyes. “Why did I even ask?”
He quickly turned to the mirror to avoid staring too much at his half naked friend. But Loki had already stepped behind him, slung his arms around him and unbuttoned his shirt.
“You will see, they will look hot on you.”
“I doubt it.”
Feeling Loki’s long and elegant fingers against his chest, feeling him close behind him… Mobius had to close his eyes for a second.
This was definitely the wrong place to get horny.
But what could he do.
His shirt was stripped off and fell to the ground, his belt was unbuckled and his trousers fell to the ground.
“And now…” Loki’s voice was low and sensual and he held the speedos right in front of Mobius’ face, “ … these.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“They are ridiculous. Maybe some relaxed Italian guys can wear them at my age. But not me.“
But Loki just laughed cheerfully “Please.” And because Mobius didn’t respond, he almost pouted, “Puppy eyes please?” and literally begged, “Please.”
Mobius sighed and because he knew that Loki was really kind of stubborn and he really had no other idea how to get out of this he obeyed.
“But turn around. I don’t want you to see how I even try to get them on or fall over by trying so.”
Loki looked like he wanted to giddily clap his hands but thought better of it and turned around as told.
Mobius sighed again. He really would look ridiculous in them.
This thinglooked way too small, way too tight. Why couldn’t Loki accept that he wasn’t some godlike creature who could wear things like this without looking ridiculous? He wasn’t Thor. He was just a normal guy. Maybe Loki was just playing with him after all. And just wanted a good laugh and he would -
“Can I turn around now?” Loki asked impatiently. Almost a bit annoyed that it took so long.
Mobius nodded and added a small, defeated “Yes.”
So Loki turned around. But instead of laughing at him as Mobius had expected Loki just stared at him, slowly licked his lips.. And all of a sudden his eyes turned dark, this dark sensual green and … before Mobius could do anything, Loki pushed him against the mirror, a panting Loki, his lips parted, his hands on Mobius’ ass and his knee spreading his legs so that Mobius could feel Loki’s hard-on on his thigh.
Dear God.
Mobius couldn’t help himself but moan.
And god was he thankful that the music in this store was louder than it should be.
“Loki!” he hissed, trying to push him away. “Loki! Are you insane! We’re in a store! Someone- ”
Loki put a finger on his lips. “Shhh! You look hot, Mo, so fucking hot.”
Loki’s hot and wet tongue licked over his neck. “I want you, Mo!”
“Yeah well,” Mobius tried to get his thoughts together “but that needs to wait because as you maybe have noticed we are in a fucking – “
Again his lover shhhhed him, this time by kissing him. And Mobius wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to this. How it felt kissing Loki, or being kissed by him.
This feeling of something so exciting and at the same time so familiar. Like nothing in this god damn universe was more right than this.
And then he felt Loki’s hand between his legs, squeezing his hard-on a bit… and Mobius could only moan.
He felt Loki smile against his lips. Bastard.
Loki was slowly going downwards now, over his belly, kissing, licking, leaving a wet trail right down to his groin.
When Loki enclosed his cock through the fabric with his lips Mobius didn’t know what to do. He needed something to cling onto, he needed something to bite into. What the hell was he doing here? He wasn’t… ! He couldn’t…! He didn’t…! For Christ’s sake! Maybe he was just about to panic.
But then Loki looked up to him, smiling. A loving, reassuring smile. And immediately Mobius felt this calm floating through his body. That yes, as odd as it was, him and Loki being together, the normal guy and the god, it was the right thing. He knew Loki. And in the meantime Loki knew him. And it just… fitted.
He took a deep breath and laid his hand on Loki’s cheek.
Yes, it was alright. Everything. There was only him and Loki. Everything else didn’t matter.
And whether it was some magic or it was just because they knew each other, he had just to look at him and Loki would read his mind.
Go on. I want this. Even if this scares the shit out of me. But I want you.
So Loki slowly tugged the speedo down, took his throbbing cock by the length into his hot and wet mouth and Mobius let his head fall against the mirror and moaned deeply.
Dear fucking God of Mischief, what those stupid speedos were good for!
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Two pair of sunglasses, sunscreen, a straw hat and that thing were laying on the counter.
“All this?” The cashier asked.
“Yes please,” Loki replied but Mobius lifted a finger. “Just a moment please.”
He steamed away and seconds later he was back at the counter, holding another speedo briefs in his hands.
“He needs one as well”, he pointed at Loki. And smiled mischievously.
