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ah okay here's something from a jotunn loki fic i started a while ago. set in s1, i took major advantage of that ambiguous gap between the first two episodes.
Slowly, careful not to spook him, Mobius places his hand right on Loki’s bicep. The touch is warm and gentle, and a whimper escapes the back of Loki’s throat, his eyes, wide and wet, peering up at the agent. Mobius begins to stroke his hand up and down Loki’s arm, trying to soothe him as best he can, offering a grounding squeeze every now and then. “Hey,” Mobius says as quietly as possible. “Let’s get you outta here, huh?” Loki shakes his head vehemently, red eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. “They’ll see me — they’ll take me away, they’ll—” “No, I won’t let that happen,” Mobius cuts him off, gripping his arm. “There’s a service elevator nearby, it’s secluded, never gets any real use. I’ll take us through there — Loki.” Loki’s eyes snap to look Mobius in the face. “I got you.” Loki’s eyes flicker between Mobius’, desperately trying to find the lie, the trick that will get him tossed in a cell to await his death. “Where will you take me?” Loki asks. “Home, sweetheart,” Mobius says, plain and simple. Home is Mobius’ apartment that Loki was so graciously allowed to inhabit during his time at the TVA. Home is the lumpy sofa Loki and Mobius curl up on after hours in the archives or at Mobius’ desk, and the bed they share, talking long into the night about anything and everything, until one of them (Loki) inevitably lets sleep steal them away. Home is Mobius’ warm hand cupping his cheek— Loki gasps but doesn’t flinch away, instead he stills and squeezes his eyes shut, waiting to hear Mobius let out a painful scream. This is it, this is when everything falls apart. Mobius will get hurt, it’ll be Loki’s fault, and he’ll be pruned. Loki supposes it's what he deserves for being a monster, a horrid vile thing that causes pain and suffering everywhere they go. But there is no scream. Instead… “There we go,” says Mobius, voice as soft as silk. “See? I’m okay. We’re okay.”
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