how about #17 or #32 ( or both ) for sylkius ? B)
Loki was losing it. Just a bit. Actually a lot, but Sylvie had lost it more in the past, so she figured it wasn't as bad as it could be. It was pretty over-dramatic in her opinion, even by her standards, and she could be pretty dramatic.
Something was wrong in the timeline, things were bad, she'd lost interest in a lot of what he was ranting about, because he suddenly had the tempad in one hand, a knife in the other, and neither she nor Mobius were entirely sure where this was going, but it could only be going badly.
She gave Mobius a quick look, then stepped up to Loki, holding her hands out. "Hey, cut it out, I need you to calm down," she told him, hands grabbing his face firmly.
"Sylvie, this is serious! This isn't something we can just stand around about and you know you cant enchant-" he began, but she cut him off.
Her lips covered his own, sealing his words in his mouth. It was a sudden, forceful kiss, and it took him so by surprise that he froze up.
Sylvie glanced aside, giving Mobius a meaningful look.
The ex-agent slid in and carefully removed the tempad from Loki's hand.
She pulled back, looking up at Loki. "Can you calm down now?"
"What?" He blinked, dazed. "Yes, I-" He looked down. "Oh, for-"
"I'll let you have it back when you settle down," Mobius reassured him. "Now can you pull it together and explain yourself properly?"
Loki took a deep breath and nodded. "Fine. Yes. I'm calm."
Sylvie slept light, which meant she barely slept at all. Even when things were safe, the slightest nosie or movement would make her jolt awake. This was a problem when sharing a bed with two partners, both of whom were prone to a little snoozing and rolling over. She was always the first to wake up.
Loki slept lighter than most, and woke early with the sun. This didn't mean he ever got up with it, more that he'd enjoy lounging around doing nothing for as long as he could get away with. Now, sharing a bed with Sylvie and Mobius, that meant getting to lean over and press soft kisses to her naked shoulders.
Mobius slept like a log. He was out like a light. The man had to be woken - either by an alarm or a harsh shake. It had been difficult for him to get used to his new life outside the TVA. The cruel wake-up calls did not a happy man make, and he was not the best morning person.
Today was an exception. They were safe, comfortable, and had nowhere to rush to. Which meant that once Loki and Sylvie were done greeting each other in the morning light, they had somewhere else to turn their affectionate attentions to.
They took turns pressing soft kisses to Mobius' parted lips, then to his cheeks, eyelids, brow and temples. He grunted, face twitching at the tickling feeling, until he finally blearily opened his eyes.
"Mornin' you two," he mumbled sleepily, finally realising what was going on. "Couldn't wait?"
"We'd be waiting all day." Loki kissed his jaw. "And we're hoping for a bit of fun before we leave."
Mobius huffed a laugh, feeling Sylvie now kissing his neck. "Five minutes, and I'll be with you."