BRO I JUST THOUGHT OF AN IDEA FOR A DRAWING IF YOU’RE STILL DOING THEM.
Maybe somehow Thor and Mobius end up meeting and the two of them team up against Loki. Mobius tickling the shit out of him and Thor telling Mobius which spots are the worst.
IDK IDK IT MAY SUCK BUT I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN.
Love the idea of Thor and Mobius ganging up on their favorite spiky god!
My idea of how this happened? After the multiverse was created and they could freely travel between worlds Mobius asked Loki if he wanted to see his brother. He insisted it was because Loki obviously missed Thor and needed the serotonin boost. However Mobius really just needed Thors help. You see, Mobius kneeew how ticklish Loki. Loki informed him, however, that he had this oooone spot that was extremely bad but refused to tell Mobius where it was (for obvious reasons). So Mobius went to the only person he knew could help! After Loki and Thors reunion and some sappy family bonding stuff Loki took a small walk around New Asgard and Mobius went up to Thor with a hand on his shoulder, leaned in and whispered "I actually have a favor to ask of you." Of course Thor was intrigued! "What is it tiny man?" "Okay I'm sure you're aware how ticklish Loki is." "Oh incredibly so" Mobius chuckles and whispers back "Oh yes. He has mentioned he has this terrible spot but he won't tell me where it is. Do you know?" Thor laughed loudly "Of course I do!! Tell you what, I'll show you all of his weakest spots!" "Oh this is gonna be incredible" Mobius gave a small, slightly sinister, chuckle. Loki returned and the rest is history!
Also the "8th rib down" is a reference to @tickle-bugs 's beautiful loki fics! Please go read them!!!
@chems-spot consider this a little part one to the little hiccup request because I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten :) Also @fluffomatic this was based mainly on the post in which you responded to the anon asking about post tickles aftercare so I wanted to give you credit.
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“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. No more tickles alright? Calm down”.
Mobius held Loki to his chest, cooing words of comfort in his ear as the god tried to catch his breath through his leftover giggles while he twitched and shook from the ghost tickles still teasing at his abdomen.
Mobius had been particularly mean about tickling him, but Loki couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it.
He uh… He didn’t realize how afraid Mobius was of snakes when he bought the little fake one to scare his boyfriend with.
He was attacked rather harshly after that, his hands pinned behind his back and his tummy and ribs forced to take a pretty vicious onslaught of claws and raspberries.
It tickled. It tickled so bad he didn’t know what to do with himself. Mobius tickled his worst spots and only his worst spots for what felt like forever and no amount of pleading or apologizing earned him any mercy. He only got mercy when he actually called for it, pleading the word over and over again after tears of mirth had started to trace his cheeks.
Of course, Mobius stopped instantly when he heard it, pulling Loki tighter to his chest and wrapping his arms around the trickster before pulling back only slightly to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
His tummy was red and still quivering at the slightest touches, and, even though he absolutely deserved to be tickled like that, he noted that Mobius stopped immediately when he called for mercy, a direct refusal to cross any boundaries or limits.
The analyst held him, rubbing his back soothingly and breathing with him to help Loki even his own breath out, “There you go… Just breathe and calm down, alright? No more”.
Loki could’ve melted. Though he was certainly huffy about being tickled so much that he had to admit to being unable to handle anymore, he felt his trust in Mobius grow impossibly stronger. He knew Mobius would never exceed his boundaries, but just… being pushed to his limit and no further was what he felt like he needed, and Mobius made it a point to push him no further than he was comfortable with.
“I’m glad you like your tickles so much, honey, but you need to try to stop giggling”, Mobius’s tone was both genuine and teasing, as he knew Loki did really need to breathe but he was rather endeared by the light airy giggles still falling out.
“Ihihi- I cahahan’t! I cahahan feel ihihit!”, he hiccuped between his giggles and buried his face in Mobius’s neck with a small whine, “Mahahake- *hic* -ehehe, make it stohohop!”
The blond agent was absolutely swooning at how adorable this site was, but he still wanted to help, so he attempted to rub all the tingly sensations away while he kept a tight hold on his boyfriend.
“I’ll try to make it stop, but now that I’ve heard that little hiccup, I’m gonna want to hear more next time”.
Loki hiccuped again, hiding his face as his giggles calmed down a bit,
Could i request cuddly tickles for lee loki? It could be mobius spooning him or so. I've had an emotional breaking day and love to see cuddles or cuddly tickles. If not i completely understand
Oooh an excuse to draw a pic related to @lokust 's fic he wrote for me??? Hell yeah! Sleepy cuddly lokius tickles!! Thanks for the asks! And thanks for lokust for writing amazing fics! Please go follow them!
Mobius heard his name called, looking behind himself as quickly as he could manage as he struggled to fight off one of the agents who had refused to listen to B-15, and refused to work with her and Mobius as she tried to explain their past as variants.
He saw Loki when he looked back, the god trying to steady himself against the table as he held himself up with all of his weight on his left leg, his right ankle very obviously in pour condition.
“Goddamn it”.
Loki had been hurt. Fortunately, that was the last of the agents- at least in the office. More would certainly be coming.
Mobius quickly maneuvered to turn the hunter around and push him away with as much force as he could muster.
He didn’t want to truly hurt anyone.
The hunter fell to the ground with a huff, and Mobius reached in his jacket as he ran to Loki, pulling the TemPad out and opening up a beaming doorway before he wrapped an arm around Loki’s back, supporting him with an arm underneath the trickster’s.
Loki all but threw himself inside the golden threshold with the help of Mobius, doing his best to land gently and not on his ankle as he turned to see the portal close, just before the hunter could get inside.
Mobius stood there, hunched over as he breathed heavily and tried to catch his breath. Loki did the same but he was now sat on the floor, his chest heaving with his deep inhales and long exhales.
Loki gathered himself, looking around the small room which was incredibly familiar, “We’re… in Asgard”, he breathed out, his tone inquisitive and slightly confused.
Mobius nodded, walking to his friend and reaching a hand out to him to help him up, “Yeah… Yeah, sorry. It was the first thing that came to mind. It’s 2010.”
Loki hummed, lifting himself with Mobius’s assistance before he was gently pushed back on the bed behind him, “We’re in my chambers”.
Mobius huffed out a laugh, “Nothing gets past you, huh?”, he quipped, helping Loki prop his ankle up.
He sat down and slowly and carefully slipped Loki’s boot and sock off, trying to look at the injury and cringing every time his friend hissed or twitched in pain.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s off now”, he said, rubbing Loki’s calf in an attempt to sooth him, “I uh… I think it’s broken, buddy”.
Loki nodded, breathing deeply to calm himself before putting all of his focus towards his injured ankle.
Mobius watched, incredibly intrigued as a small green glow flashed and hovered around Loki’s ankle.
It was gone almost as soon as it had appeared, and Loki visibly relaxed, his ankle still sore but certainly not broken or fractured or sprained.
Mobius was astonished, examining the ankle once again. No swelling, no redness, no sign it had ever been injured, “That’s still amazing to me”.
Loki laughed a bit, trying to stretch and move the ankle around, but Mobius could see the obvious discomfort on his face and in his demeanor. He lifted up Loki’s ankle carefully, placing it gently in his lap, “Just rest for a minute, Loki. Nobody’s going to come in here”.
There was a happy smile spreading across Loki’s face, Mobius’s concern for him warming his heart. He nodded and laid back a bit, curling up slightly to get comfortable with his leg in Mobius’s lap.
Mobius pushed the cuff of Loki’s pants up a bit, carefully massaging around the previously injured bone, “Don’t let me hurt you, okay? Tell me if it’s uncomfortable”.
Loki hummed in agreement, reaching behind himself for one of the pillows on his bed. He watched Mobius’s hands for a few minutes, appreciating the small massage the analyst was giving him.
He paid attention to how delicate Mobius’s touch was and how the agent moved his hands before he started to fidget subconsciously, now focusing on his own foot as he mindlessly flexed it, curled his toes, and rolled his ankle in small circles.
Mobius laughed a bit, “Are you getting restless?”
Loki stilled for a moment, realizing now what he’d been doing. His face turned slightly red as he let out a breathy laugh, “I guess so”, he said, flexing his foot once more.
Mobius sported a fond smile, but suddenly he looked down at Loki’s foot, something about it catching his eye as he tilted his head to look at the sole.
Loki gave him a confused look, “What… in Odin’s name are you doing, Mobius?”, he asked, yelping slightly as Mobius picked up his foot and looked at the bottom of it.
Mobius looked absolutely amazed, “You have freckles! Little freckles on the bottom of your foot!”
Loki rolled his eyes with a small sigh, “Yes, Mobius, I’m aware. Now, can I have my foot back, please?”, he tugged at his ankle but Mobius’s grip tightened.
“No, I wanna look at the freckles!”, he said, his attention drawn to the little brown speck underneath the space between Loki’s two littlest toes. Slowly and carefully, he lifted his other hand and placed a fingertip on another freckle that was nearly just in the center of his arch.
Loki gasped and curled his toes when he felt the touch, but he didn’t pull away. Mobius was genuinely curious, and Loki didn’t feel that he had any other intentions.
“I uh… I had a lot of freckles when I was a kid, but those just never went away”, he said, now just letting Mobius examine the little spots, “When I was young, like really young; super young. Maybe five or six, my mother would trace all my freckles when I was upset”.
Mobius glanced at him momentarily, humming as a sign for him to continue.
Loki sighed, “She would trace those few on the bottom of my foot as well, but I could hardly stand it”.
Mobius smirked, “Really? You couldn’t handle a few little touches?”
Loki huffed when Mobius dropped his foot again, “I was a child, thank you”.
Mobius looked at him with a stupid little grin, “You still wouldn’t be able to handle it”.
Loki rolled his eyes, “I’m not falling for that, Mobius”.
Mobius just shrugged, “Fine. I’m still gonna tickle your little freckles though”, he said, one hand tightening around Loki’s ankle as he poked at the freckles with the other.
The trickster squealed, tugging uselessly at his ankle, “Wahahahait! Nohohoho, Mohohobius!” , he clutched the pillow to his chest as he yelped and jumped with every poke. They were all directed at a different little speck and it was already enough to drive Loki mad.
“Quihihit it!”, he squeaked when Mobius picked his foot up again, putting Loki’s ankle in a lock with his bicep and forearm before he started tracing the freckles as if he was playing connect the dots.
“It’s like you’ve got constellations on your foot. It’s cute”.
Loki was red in the face and giggling his head off while he squirmed and kicked a little with his free leg, “Lehehet me gohoho!”
Mobius shook his head, dragging a finger up and down the sole before going back to poking the freckles.
He was disheveled and rather frazzled as he writhed in Mobius’s grip until one poke pulled a squeal out from all of his cackles and giggles and he curled his toes as tight as he could.
Mobius stopped for a moment, “Are you ticklish there or something”, he quipped, smiling as Loki glared at him.
“I dislike you, Mobius”, he scowled at the agent and unclenched his foot, once again trying to tug at his ankle, “Please return my limbs to my possession now”.
“And what are you going to do if I don’t?”, Mobius inquired, still inspecting the little spots.
“Well”, Loki started, huffing as Mobius once again refused to let go of his ankle, “I once kicked mother in the face- unintentionally of course- and conjured a wall decoration directly into the back of her head”, he said, laughing at the memory.
“I was young and I had a lot of trouble controlling my magic when I was angry or flustered”, he continued, “I was of course much too young to cause her any real pain, but her jaw was sore for a few days. She stopped messing with my freckles after that”, he wore a fond smile as he spoke of his mother, and Mobius noticed the warm tone in his voice and the happy gleam in his eyes.
“Well, if you kick me, I’ll just make it worse”, he teased with a playful wink, “That being said, I’ll return to my previous activities!”
Loki’s eyes widened, but he was left with no choice other than to lay there and laugh while Mobius went back to poking the little freckle beneath Loki’s toes.
“So, is this one the most ticklish?”, he asked, circling it with his finger.
“Yehehehes! Leheheave it alohohone!”, Loki’s face turned red as he buried it in the pillow, embarrassed by having to admit that it was dreadfully ticklish.
He writhed and squirmed as he twisted his ankle, aching to get away from the light touches.
Mobius’s heart swelled, watching Loki try to hide himself in the mattress, “Hey, you said the rest of your freckles went away right?”, he asked, looking back at the trickster while he scratched over the little spot with the very tip of his finger.
Loki twisted and turned, his other foot pushing at Mobius’s legs as he tried to get away, “Yes! Yehehehes, they wehehent awahahay! I wihihish you would dohohoho the sahahahame!”, he snarled through his giggles, clenching and unclenching his fists and grabbing as much fabric as he could of the pillow. Nothing lessened the ticklish feeling.
“I’ll bet these would go away with the right motivation!”, he said confidently, wiggling his finger over and around the freckle that had been deemed the most sensitive.
“Nonono. Nohohoho! Thehehey are perfehehectly fihihihine!”, he whined through his giggles, the pain in his ankle had been completely forgotten about.
“Oh I agree!”, Mobius said rather joyfully, “I think they’re adorable”.
Loki flushed red, burying his face further in the pillow if it was even possible, “Oh shuhuhut uhuhup!”
Mobius let out a soft chuckle at his very embarrassed friend, “I just don’t think it would hurt to try!”
Loki would’ve certainly been complaining and spitting insults at Mobius if he could speak a little more coherently, “Yehehehes ihihit would! Let gohohoho!”
He shrieked when Mobius raked five fingertips down the sole of his foot from his toes to his heel.
He circled and spidered slowly at the heel for just a couple minutes, his only intent being to tease Loki, “Oh, come on, Loki! You always complain about me never having any fun! This… this is fun. Let me enjoy it, yeah?”
Loki couldn’t even think straight, “Ihihihi can’t stahahand you!”
Mobius shrugged, “Good thing you can’t stand with your feet in my lap!”, he said, suddenly scratching and clawing up and down Loki’s trapped foot.
“NO! NOHOHOHOHO!”, he curled his toes tightly, his right leg shaking like mad while the other one flailed wildly.
His entire body shook, the sensation shooting up his leg, “MOBIUHUHUHUS PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T! IHIHIT-”
“It what? Am I about to hear the God of Mischief say the dreaded t-word?”, Mobius teased Loki frequently about his inability to say the word, but it got him flustered every single time.
He tickled in the center of Loki’s arch with just two fingers before letting his hand move upwards, listening to Loki’s laugh ascend in both pitch and volume, “Sounds like someone might be a little ticklish right here”.
Loki’s body tensed and he kept his toes curled as Mobius’s hand stilled on the ball of his foot. The god’s breathing was heavy and uneven as he tried to stay prepared for whatever Mobius would do next.
He waited and waited for Mobius to start tickling him again, but when nothing happened, he picked his head up from the pillow, watching Mobius with wide eyes.
Mobius was staring at him, his eyebrows raised as he sported a downright evil smirk, “The way you curl your toes is really cute, big guy, but I’m gonna need you to uncurl em”.
Loki shook his head, hiding his face again but peaking up so he could watch Mobius, now having only his nose buried in the soft fabric.
Mobius’s heart was going crazy and he was asking himself how one being could be so damn cute, but externally, he was just as teasing and evil as before, “No? You don’t wanna?”, he asked, a teasing tone in his voice, “That’s fine. I’ll make you”.
Before Loki could react, Mobius had started tickling the top of his foot, something he certainly didn’t expect to tickle so bad. He squealed and thrashed and giggled, flexing his foot and uncurling his toes reflexively as Mobius tickled the tops of them.
As soon as he uncurled his toes, Mobius moved his hand to tickle underneath them.
Loki couldn’t control himself. His thoughts were completely incoherent as he squealed and squawked and tried desperately to pull away from his captor, “NAHAHAHA, PLEHEHEHEASE! PLEASE! NOHOHOHOHO!”
Mobius clawed and scratched and tickled relentlessly at the stems of Loki’s toes, finding it nearly impossible to not laugh along with him.
He was thrashing and squirming and tears were forming in his eyes, little green flashes and sparks surrounding him and coming from his hands as he tried to keep himself and his magic under control.
Mobius was mesmerized, and he just continued to tickle away, clawing up and down the ridiculously ticklish sole.
“MOHOHOHOBIUS! QUIHIHIHIT! I CAHAHAN’T- IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA-”, Loki could barely speak, but before he really had a chance to finish his sentence, there was an explosion of green smoke, and on top of that, Loki’s left heel had connected rather harshly with Mobius’s chin.
Mobius stopped, dropping his foot and opening his eyes only to look down and find himself covered in green and gold dust as his chin ached.
Loki curled up, still giggling breathlessly as he muttered out apologies, “Ihihi- I’m sohohorry. I tried to tehehell you!”
Mobius laughed a bit, “It’s okay, bud. I think I deserved that”.
Loki clutched the pillow to his chest and curled himself around it as he caught his breath, his foot still twitching and his nerves still tingling. Mobius shook the dust off of himself and brushed it off of his jacket.
“So I guess you still have a little trouble controlling your magic when you’re tickled?”, he asked jokingly. Loki just glared at him.
“Mobius, I’m going to fight you”, he meant it to be threatening, but how threatening can you be when you’re blushing like a moron and completely out of breath from being tickled?
“Alright, that’s fine, but just remember what I said, yeah?”
Loki gave him an inquisitive look to which Mobius just smirked.
“You kicked me”, those three words were plenty of a reminder for Loki.
“Maybe you should take a few minutes to prepare yourself”.
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@fluffomatic COME GET YOUR JUICE 👀🗣
Hope you guys remembered Mobius’s warning in response to Loki telling the story of his mother. Anywho, I had to write that. I just couldn’t shake it from my mind. Hope you all enjoyed!
I interrupt the boop booth for this extremely self indulgent l/okius piece 😅 My love for Marvel has been in full force since Loki came out cause he was always my favorite mcu character. I've spent the last couple weeks thinking about this show and there's only been 2 episodes whoops!
Spoilers for the first 2 episodes of Loki
Loki, after he left Mobius to chase after Lady Loki (tho I've seen theories that that's not actually Loki and im inclined to believe them 😏) he came back more gloomy and depressed. He went back to watch his life on his film in the room Mobius took him the first day he arrived at the TVA. He hoped watching happy memories would help him feel better but unfortunately he kept running into bad memories and it only helped to fuel his depression. Mobius found him staring at the shot of his mother on the ground and decided he had to help. Luckily for Mobius he had studied Loki's life in detail and knew all his weaknesses. Unfortunately for Loki Mobius knows all his weaknesses 😅! Mobius walks up to him and shuts the film off and places his hands on Loki, one on his back and the other on his stomach. Loki, confused, stares at Mobius and is about to ask what he's doing until he feels blunt nails gently scratching his lower back and barks out a laugh which only makes Mobius want to continue. He begins to scratch his belly as well which turns Loki into jello and he's cackling, squeaking and squirming trying to stop Mobius' onslaught. He eventually let's up and Loki acts mad but they both know
He feels a lot better
I know this ship will never be canon but I can dream
