Sliding in while I recuperate from that smoking snippet to ask about “Don’t lie to me.” (And alligator tears if you’re feeling generous!)
Thank you for the ask! <3
Don't lie to me is set right after s2e1, and I just really wanted some sweet h/c and to write about Loki's time slipping. I started this so long ago and I hadn't even looked at it until I was going through all my WIPs, and re-reading what I have I really want to jump back into it.
Snippet time:
“How painful was it? Slipping through time?” “Mobius, we’re past it, it’s over — I’m fine—” “Just answer the question. And don’t lie to me.” Loki opens and shuts his mouth, his usual chorus of I’m fine and I can handle it dying in the back of his throat. Mobius has done so much for them — risking life and limb, and skin. Mobius has taken his chances, again and again, with Loki, saving them more than once. Loki owes Mobius so much. They can start with a little honesty. “It was one of the most painful things I ever experienced.” “Worse than the pruning?” Loki pauses, trying to choose their words carefully. Was there anything worse than being rapidly disassembled and then reassembled? Was there a difference between getting pruned and having your entire body break apart and snap back together in a matter of moments? “Different. Still awful, but,” Loki draws a shuddering breath, “different.” “Oh, Loki,” Mobius says softly. He reaches out but quickly stops himself, stuttering in his movements. “Can I — can I hug you?” Loki feels their heart clench at the mere consideration. Mobius just stares at Loki, nothing but concern bleeding through his gaze. Loki shuts their eyes as they begin to sting. They nod and lean in, silently pleading for Mobius to catch them, hold them close, keep them together. Mobius doesn’t hesitate, scooting closer to gather the god before him in his arms. Loki presses forward, hiding their face in the crook of Mobius’ neck. They feel arms wrap around them, careful not to be too rough. Mobius holds them as if they were something fragile, but precious — not broken. Something to be cared for. Loki’s muscles still ache, a dull throbbing coursing through their entire body. They couldn’t believe they survived being disassembled and promptly reassembled — being ripped apart and scattered through time and space. And the time slipping felt as though they were being stretched in a million directions, only to rubber band back, snapping them into place. Loki could feel their bones cracking in and out of place, their muscles expanding and twisting in inconceivable ways. Loki doesn’t think they’ll ever forget what that feels like. “I got you, Loki,” Mobius says, voice as soft as his hold but just as secure. A promise.
Alligator tears is simply an idea for now, and it's not dacryphilia?? but it does have to do with Mobius' being obsessed with how beautifully pathetic Loki looks when he's crying and how he longs to swoop in and stop those tears. 🤭 (it was also first inspired by the song alligator tears by beyonce lol)
I don't have much written for it, but here's this:
To see it on a screen was something else, and to have the actual thing sitting at his feet like this, well, Mobius would have never considered himself so lucky. But here he is, with Loki looking up at him with wide, wet eyes, trembling against his legs, miserable and hopeless, begging for a morsel of tenderness. It claws at Mobius’ sensibilities and dissolves his self preservation. A scheme or not, he’s seen enough of Loki to know that there is always more than meets the eye. After watching Loki scramble and fight for acceptance, affection, for a kind of warmth that could be tailor made for him, here comes Mobius, ready to take the god into his arms and offer him what so many have refused him for so long. Mobius hears a whimper as Loki presses his face into his knee, and then a choked off sob, and he can’t take it anymore. “Hey, c’mon now,” Mobius says softly. He reaches out to run his fingers through Loki’s dark curls, pulling the god’s attention back to him, deciding to play into it. When Loki looks back up at him with tear tracks down his face, Mobius just tuts and moves his hand down to wipe at Loki’s face with his thumb.
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