#agcntmobius

[liecrafted]

🌿 mistletoe kisses. // @agcntmobius

all around, things felt lively. the christmas time spirit was in full swing. music from the yule ball echoed through the halls of hogwarts and loki felt euphoric with it. the dancing. the joy-- it was beautiful. but of course, one thing could make it better.

if he'd been able to share it with the one he truly cared about.

but that would mean going public. and that... well. he wasn't even sure if that was ever going to be something that could happen. it wasn't his choice, after all.

a sudden nervousness hits loki when suddenly, they're alone. everyone else cleared out of the refreshments room and it's just the two of them at a punch bowl, with a slowly growing dangling of mistletoe above their heads.

loki meets mobius' eyes and shifts a little, breath a little heavier as he looks at him-- at his lips. he wants to kiss him so badly.

"so are we just ignoring that?"

[lamiaviridis]

💚     ⸺     ​ @agcntmobius 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  &. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜

If only in this moment, had she wished to disagree with that sentiment ━ it would be an easy feat to disregard his words as another foolish soul entrapped by the Enchantress' pulchritude and failing to court her. However, this statement was more of an attempt at delayering the many walls Amora took shelter behind. Befitting for an analyst. Of course this were true; Amora merely went undercover amongst the TVA in an attempt to get closer to Loki. Because she loved him. That was no surprise. Though, her envy causing her to indulge in sharing key lime pie in the automat with Mobius solely because Loki favors him would make anyone pity just how low the mighty goddess has fallen.

Slender frame leans more comfortably against the table, rosy cheek then plops into dainty hand, verdant orbs casting gaze unto the midgardian delicacy before her, taking in the sight of the emerald pastry whilst prodding at it absentmindedly with a spoon. There was a curl of her pillowy lips and a slight chuckle. She peered at the man sitting across from her, finding it endearing how at ease he seemed when indulging in sweet treats.

❛ For Loki, that much is evident. For you, well... ❜ A drip of sarcasm leaks off those three final words, though delivery was more light-hearted. From beneath thick lashes, the divinity subtly looks at him with an amalgamation of amusement and sentimental fondness. ❛ The fruition of forming an alliance for the sake of our shared interests remains to be unseen. ❜

[ofasgardianvariants]

@agcntmobius liked for a starter

Sylvie slid the box along the table and tapped the top. "Your favourite, sorry it's not green. I'm informed it's not supposed to look radioactive." She told him as she sat down opposite him. "It's an apology pie." She added.

[careol]

@agcntmobius said: “ do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood? ” for twd verse obviously

               really   it   wasn’t   her   job,   but   given   what   had   happened?      she   feels   bad,   and   a   little   bit   guilty   too.      her   neighbor   had   not   deserved   such   a   brutal   assault,   none   of   the   alexandrians   did.      even   though   carol   was   still   suspicious   at   times,   no   one   deserved   to   be   slaughtered   in   the   way   erin   had   been.      to   be   sliced   open   and   left   for   dead…      carol   had   made   sure   her   suffering   was   ended   quick.      a   knife   through   her   skull   and   she   was   gone.      the   battle   that   had   followed   was   taxing   on   her   already   fragile   mental   state.      thankfully   the   wolves   had   been   defeated,   and   alexandria,   for   the   time   being,   was   safe   again.      who   knew   how   long   that   safety   would   last   though?

               blood   still   coated   her   hands,   and   the   remnants   of   the   w   on   her   forehead   still   remained.      she   hadn’t   cleaned   herself   up   yet,   couldn’t   bring   herself   too.      instead   she   decided   to   try   cleaning   off   the   blood   from   what   used   to   be   erin’s   front   steps.      she   had   a   bucket   and   some   rags,   and   was   about   to   start   when   the   man   appeared   behind   her   and   spoke.      head   turned,   looking   over   her   shoulder   at   him   with   a   slight   frown.      ❝   it’s   obvious,   isn’t   it?      a   wolf   killed   erin   right   on   her   front   steps.      we   can’t   just   leave   it   like   this.   ❞

[shefatalesarch]

AS NO EASY ACCOMPLISHMENT TO FIND THEM. so that in itself should be marked as the skill that ravonna truly had. she could be cruel and unusual... she could reach out to their once boss tip him off and watch from a far but she did not ... yet. maybe she had grown ever so slightly in her change, but one thing that remained was a sense of frustration and anger for the two that were the cause of her being this way. the job had been near perfect, but the man she approached now had ... let his heart get in the damn way. he always did have a soft side she sometimes admired, not that time however. "you know if you had thought with your head for that job.... " she spoke breaking silence. "we might be in a very different, breathable situation right now."

@agcntmobius requested a starter from ravonna renslayer

[liecrafted]

i'm sorry you're covered in nutty creamer. // @agcntmobius

an exhausted kind of sigh comes from loki as he stands there, music over the speakers giving him the lovely soundtrack of shake it off-- hilarious timing, if he wasn't so frustrated. groan comes and loki drops his head back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, contemplating his life choices.

they'd just been close to being done with all the tidying and cleaning so they could go home for the day. of course, of course the universe wanted to test them like this.

"really? are you really sorry? or are you actually holding back laughter there?" he says, eyes narrowed a little as he looks over to mobius accusingly. "you do realise this puts back our plans for the night now because i'm going to have to go home and shower and wash my hair and-- ugh, god, this is disgusting."

[liecrafted]

it's alice's birthday!!! everyone go send birthday love and wishes to @unheald / @agcntmobius bc she deserves the best day!! i'm so lucky to have you as a friend and wish you all the best for the next coming year that will without a doubt involved our second chaotic meet up!! i love you, have an amazing day! 💚💚💚💚

[liecrafted]

"i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans" // @agcntmobius //

brow raises at the idea presented and slowly, a grin begins to form upon the god's features. curiosity colours his face and loki moves-- fluid, with ease. after all, anything should come easy really, when compared to moving through the cosmo, through timelines, through branches and branches for countless lost years.

instead of doing as desired, loki's hand comes up. a gentle sweep across cheek. delicate in ways loki often is not. but then-- this was mobius. he'd always brought out that side to him, hadn't he? a side loki had... long since thought he'd lost touch of.

"and what plans might those have been, my love? if i hadn't come to you... if i hadn't returned like this-- what was going to come next? what would you be without me, darling?"