#lokius fluff

[rin-love-is-green]

[andthekitchensinkao3]

WiP WednTuesday 22 october 2024

Don't really feel like sharing anything, but since it's @elodiah and since it's for @lokimobius kiss ask prompt (fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss) from way back months ago. Tagging @thosegayoldmen @in-my-loki-feels @devilbearingtrouble @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kcscribbler + anyone who sees this. Tag me so I see your posts? Lemme know if you like mine?

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New day, new case. B-15 and he were briefing the team on their brand, spanking newest lead on a He Who Remains Variant, and all Mobius could think was how much he needed a vacation. Even Judge Gamble said he needed one, and that his week spent on the ol’ Sacred Timeline stalking himself and dreaming of a life he could never have, well, that didn’t count.

He wondered how X-5 had done it. Assumed his old identity. Manslaughter, most likely. Bradley had never hesitated to use a Timestick on anyone, to Mobius’ knowledge.

“Mobius?”

He looked up from his manila folder to see B-15’s expectant look. Caught in the act, daydreaming. Again. He cleared his throat and nodded his head at the whiteboard behind him. “The mayor of New York City is hosting her annual Holiday fundraiser, and we have it on good authority a certain Victor Timely will be keynote speaker on the night.”

“We’re talking a light recon mission this time,” said B-15. “No interference until we know the threat level of this Variant.”

Mobius arched his eyebrows. “If he’s anything like the Victor Timely of the 19th century, he’s a p--” pussycat. No. “A pretty harmless guy. We don’t want to startle him if he’s not a threat, and we’re not gonna trigger anything if he is a danger to the multiverse.”

Loki was the first one to raise his hand, eager as a schoolkid with all the answers. Mobius turned to him, charmed despite his best efforts to remain detached. At a safe distance. Metaphorical safety suit on, a pane of glass between them at all times. “Yes, Loki?”

“You said a fundraiser. Is it a black tie event?”

B-15’s smile was on par with Loki’s. “Yes. And the Mayor’s keen on showing her rainbow colors, with the upcoming election.”

Mobius sighed. “Feels like every year’s election year…”

“So,” B-15 went on, giving him a pointed look. “Mayor Braxton is playing the diversity card every way she can. She’ll want members of the queer community present. Preferably prominent members. Power couples.”

“Power couples?” Mobius frowned, checking his notes. “Where’d you--”

Loki’s hand shot up again. “Me and Mobius will do it!”

They’ll-- Mobius blinked. His mouth opened but no words came out. Except the most important one. “Loki!”

But before he could dissuade Loki of that load of nonsense, B-15 was on board. On it like a bonnet. Gung-ho and raring to go.

“That’s a great idea, actually.” She grinned, looking between Mobius and Loki, sizing them up.

“B… Don’t.”

“He’s right, though.” She had the audacity to nudge him. “You’re already acting like an old married couple! Just be yourselves.”

Loki snapped his fingers. Joyful. And triumphant. “Exactly!”

The bastard.

[dewdropreader]

6. "Did you lie to me?" - lokius

(I got carried away with this! I hope you enjoy this no context provided little fic!!)

“Did you lie to me?” Mobius asks, not fuming with rage, just looking calm and eerily relaxed.

Loki feels something hot burning his gut, something he faintly recognizes as shame. He doesn’t want to unpack that.

“Of course I did,” Loki snaps, instead of allowing his brain to linger. “That’s all I’m good for, you should expect that by now.” Loki forces venom into his tone to disguise the fear and exhaustion.

Mobius just shakes his head, not patronizing but deliberate nonetheless. “That’s not true, Loki.”

“Isn’t it?” He snarls, not even able to muster the energy to point out the irony there.

“You’re a skilled liar, maybe even a frequent one, but that’s not all you’re good for. You’ve shown me time and time again that you are more than that.”

The smooth gentleness in Mobius’ tone is so disarming. Mobius should be angry with him, he should be shouting and getting in his face. Loki knows he’s capable of it, even if it’s not his natural state, so why isn’t he?

“Don’t sabotage yourself, Loki,” Mobius murmurs, stepping closer. “If there’s one person you don’t have to lie to or hide from, it’s me.”

Loki shakes his head meekly but struggles to respond. “I… I don’t…”

“I don’t want to change you, I don’t expect you to never use that beautiful brain of yours to make some mischief or tell a tall tale, but for this to work you need to be honest with me,” Mobius says, gaze fixed on Loki’s.

Loki feels himself shiver with the intensity of Mobius in his space, his eyes seeming to tear right though all of Loki’s defenses, reading him like a book. Loki should be used to this, he is, really, but sometimes his old habits of fighting and distancing himself to prevent heartache kick in.

Finally, he steps closer to Mobius, his whole body tense with signs of wariness and caution. He tries to open his mouth to explain himself, apologize for being such a mess, but the words get caught in his throat and die with a pathetic whimper.

But Mobius knows, of course he knows, he always has, has known Loki sometimes better than he knows himself. Knows how his defense mechanisms cut like daggers and how his fear eats him alive if he isn’t careful, how he feels everything so deeply that sometimes even the mildest of emotions can turn volatile.

So, with all that known, Mobius doesn’t continue to interrogate or try and pick out the truth, at least not for now. Maybe later when the tensions are lower Loki will be able to explain what happened and they can work through it like they always do, but for now Mobius knows that Loki just needs a reminder of love, so he just steps fully into his orbit and scoops him into a hug, pulling Loki’s body against his own and squeezing perhaps a bit tighter than necessary, to ground him.

Loki desperately tries to hide the shudder that leaves him as he collapses into Mobius’ warm hold, gripping him back just as desperately.

“I’m sorry,” Loki whispers, his voice thick.

“I know, Loki,” Mobius replies. “I’ve got you.”

[thorloko]

bumping my little lokius fics as i figure out how i want to start a longer au that's definitely going to seem like it was inspired by what if 1602, but i promise i had the idea before

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51831103

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52300111

[taleibo]

Lokius week, day 3 💙

(It was Jotunheim, but I just had to draw Jotun Loki. Finally.)

[hgwrts]

*"Lokius" plays softly in the background*

[aidanezra]

Hello aiden

Saw your post about writing requests. Can I request a super angsty whumpy hurt mobius and comforting loki?

Most of the hurt/comfort fics there are the other way around... I want to see mobius injured, weak and embarrassed and loki being nice and sift and supporting.

Thank you 😉😘

Sleep Is For The Weak (Loki x Mobius)

A/N: I love this idea and I fully agree. I don't think i wrote it as angsty as I could have, and I'm not 100% proud of it but I'm never fully proud of my writing any how ;-; Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Have a lovely night/day/morning :)

Summary: Mobius is extremely sleep-deprived and accident-prone due to the latest variant case. But Loki's here to help!

Setting: The TVA if I had written the Loki series, aka happy (ish) ending where the TVA doesn't prune or control people, only protect and help them. Loki and Mobius work on cases together and yes, Loki's magic works :)

Pairings: Loki x Mobius

Themes: Angst {as requested :)}, and eventual fluff :)

Warnings: injuries, slight swears, box cutter ;-; and angst :(

Words: 892 (gonna restrain from having a breakdown over this anyways)

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"Mobius, be careful, you could hurt yourself," Loki warns, eyeing his partner who's currently occupying himself with open boxes of case files with a box cutter.

"Loki, I'll be fine. I've done this plenty of times." Mobius sighs, rolling his eyes. Not too keen on being reprimanded by the other, but still continuing his piling of papers and files.

"It's sharp so just be careful." Loki gives a quick smile, then regains his focus on what he was doing before.

Mobius continues his routine, he opens the box, unloads the papers, and breaks down the box. Over and over. He begins to get frustrated, opening the boxes with less and less care, sloppily throwing them across the floor when broken down. Then, slamming the piles of papers on the table -- a few flying off, which results in Mobius grunting in annoyance and stacking them back up. He continues on, yawning and then huffing when something doesn't go perfectly. Papers scattering and reorganizing themselves in ways much too difficult to quickly put back in proper order.

"Love, are you okay?" Loki questions, putting down his book and focusing his gaze towards his partner yet again. His eyebrows furrowed, a worried expression creeping up his features.

"Oh, I'm doing just fine, Loki. Just. Fine." He spits out, his words laced with venom, hitting Loki harder than a dagger to his heart.

"Maybe you should take some time to rest. Take a step back?" Loki then moves to stand, taking the scattered papers in his hands, finding their original order. "You've been at this for a while."

"I have too much to do, to rest." Mobius practically hisses, breaking down his tenth box in the past half hour. Loki calmly shakes his head, deciding to abandon his past endeavor and moving on to helping his beloved. He grabs the closest box, which is placed directly to the right of Mobius. He picks it up, grunting at the weight of it. He places it on the table, slightly slamming it down, completely unintentionally. He mumbles a quick apology which earns him an "Mhm" from Mobius.

"Shit." He hisses then grasps his hand tightly.

"Are you okay, love?" Loki quickly walks over to where Mobius stands. He holds his hand out, "Let me see."

"It's just a nick, it's fine." Mobius' eyebrows begin to knit, his eyes shut in pain.

"Darling," he warns, wrapping his hand gently around Mobius' left wrist, pulling it towards him so he can inspect it. "You're bleeding."

"I know. But it isn't bad."

Loki chuckles, rolling up Mobius' sleeve. "You're right, it isn't horrible. But you still got hurt." With a wave of his hand and a puff of green smoke, a small first aid kit appears on the table beside him. "Keep your hand steady."

Mobius nods, his gaze focused upon Loki's movements. The opening of the case and how he neatly -but quickly- lines up the needed items. Bandages, cloth, hydrogen peroxide -the works. He hisses as a spark of pain shoots up his arm, sourcing from his fingertips. He finally looks down and notices the small bits of blood seeping from the cuts across the tips of his fingers. It's the deepest -and the worst- on his middle and ring fingers, only a scratch on his pointer. He wasn't paying attention when it happened, too wrapped up in his pure exhaustion to notice the box cutter getting too close to his hand. It nicked him pretty decently on the tips of his fingers, but luckily not too deep but deep enough to cause a bit of bleeding. And a good bit of pain along with it.

"You'll be okay." Loki looks up towards Mobius, meeting his eyes. Noticing the pained and concerned expression on the man, he shoots him a soft smile, saying "I promise" without having to utter a word. He moves back to what he was doing, grasping the cloth first, dabbing up the bits of blood that's collected. Wrapping it gently over Mobius' hand, he pats it going to grab the peroxide and another cloth. "Hold that there for a second, k love?"

Mobius nods, holding the cloth tightly around his fingertips. Trying to soothe the pain by controlling his breathing. Loki then retrieves the peroxide and the cloth, dabbing a bit of the peroxide on. He gestures for Mobius to release the cloth wrapping his fingers, he does so, letting it fall to the floor.

"Are you okay?" Loki dabs the peroxide-covered cloth over his cut, Mobius hissing in response.

"I think. But it stings. And it's oddly cold." He hums in response, opening his eyes to watch as Loki wraps up his middle and ring finger, patting it slightly and then shooting him another grin.

"Think it's time for some sleep now?" He stands up, reaching for Mobius' hand.

"Sleep is for the weak." Shining a half-grin to Loki, he goes right back to unpacking boxes and boxes of variant files.

"Oh no, you don't! Rest time!" Loki follows his words by pushing the boxes away from Mobius, pulling him away from his hours' worth of work.

"This wouldn't have happened if you helped." Mobius crosses his arms, holding back a smile.

"Mobius, you never asked for help." He laughs, showing a wide grin. Happy his partner isn't quite as angry at him.

"Whatever.."

[abitofboth]

Loki having a cold but denying it because "gods dont get sick" and mobius taking care of him?

thank u so much for sending a prompt!! I hope u enjoy <3

“This is-“ Achoo! “Completely-“ Achoo! “Unnecessary-“ Achoo!

“Oh, yeah? Then stop sneezing.”

Loki was standing in their shared kitchen with his arms folded over his chest, nose stuffy yet running, a numbing headache tingling in his brain, and a hoarse throat. He was well and truly ill.

He’d be the last to admit that, though.

“It’s not like I have an on-and-off switch for it!” Loki’s voice was nasally, croaky and weak compared to his usual smooth words. “If I had my magic I’d be able to stop, but nooo, the bloody TVA doesn’t know how to have fun. Boring bastards. I mean, really, depriving a god of his magic? It’s borderline sin—“

“Quit your yapping, would you?” Mobius tugged at his arm and sat him down at the dining table, patting his shoulder as he walked behind him for good measure. “You’re gonna lose your voice if you keep blabbing on like that.”

“No, I won’t, because I’m not ill. We’ve already been through this, Mobius.”

“Nah, you went through it. I just had to sit and listen ‘cuz there was no way in hell to get you to shut up.” Mobius smirked at him, turning around to turn on the kettle and get two mugs out of the cupboard above. He opened a draw and retrieved a couple of spoons out of it, dropping one into a mug and setting the other on the counter. “I don’t know what constitutes ‘ill’ on Asgard, but by my standards, you’re sick.”

“Gods don’t get sick.” Loki practically sneered.

“So you’ve used up a box of tissues blowing your nose, what, just for fun?”

Loki just rolled his eyes and growled under his breath, but with the way that his nose was flushed red he had all the intimidation of a kitten. Mobius chuckled as he poured out the now boiling water into the two mugs. “That’s what I thought.”

He brought the two mugs over to the table, being careful not to spill the water, and Loki quickly set down coasters before Mobius could put the mugs down. He gave him a sheepish grin as he said thank you, knowing full well the coffee rings adorning all the surfaces through their apartment were solely his fault. He just had more pressing things on his mind than what surface his cups were sitting on!

Regardless, he grabbed a jar from the counter and popped open the lid, grabbing the spoon in the mug and scooping out a big dollop of honey, dropping it into the hot water and stirring it well. He did the same for the other mug, and when he was done he scooped up a smaller, more modest spoonful of honey. With his other hand, he tapped at Loki’s cheek. “Open up.”

“I’m not a child.” Loki pouted, though he complied anyway.

“I know.” Mobius said, before unceremoniously shoving the spoon into his mouth. “Suck on that for a little while, it’ll help while you wait for the water to cool down enough to drink. Feel free to help yourself to some more.”

He placed the jar in front of Loki on the table and smiled at him fondly before turning to the stove. He busied himself with emptying a tin of soup into a saucepan and started to heat it up, fetching a bowl from the cupboard in the process. He could feel Loki’s eyes watching him, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. It was quite comforting, actually.

“My mother would approve.” Came a quiet voice from behind him.

“Mm?” He looked over his shoulder to glance at Loki, who had a soft expression lingering over his face. Mobius could tell that he was lost in thought. “Approve of what?”

“You, bustling around to take care of me.” Loki’s gaze fell towards the mugs in front of him. He let out a breathy chuckle, sniffing back a sneeze before speaking again. “She used to force honey on me, too. It tastes different on Asgard, did you know? I doubt that we have the same bees, but- just interesting, is all…”

Mobius looked towards him sympathetically, knowing this was coming from the deep sense of homesickness that Loki had never really grown out of. He could say he hated his family and past life as much as he wanted, but judging from the way he’d cried watching his TVA files in the time theatre it was clear it all still had a place in his poor heart.

Mobius silently sighed to himself, scornfully wishing there was some way that he could give Loki everything he wanted and more, but he knew that it would never go well. Every bad plan here at the TVA ended with a pruning stick.

He supposed he’d have to settle with comforting him as much as he could. He could do that for him. He’d do it until the end of time.

Mobius took the saucepan off the heat and poured the soup into the bowl, careful not to splatter it everywhere, and took the spoon that was sitting on the counter to drop it into the bowl. The steam rising up from the hit liquid danced in front of his eyes, and it smelt delicious, even if only from a tin.

He woefully thought that Loki would probably much prefer homemade soup, similar to the kind he would have had when he was younger, but Mobius knew he’d never live up to the expectations of Asgardian soup. This would have to do for now.

He set the bowl down in front of Loki and pulled his chair so he would be sitting right next to the god. His hand fell into Loki’s, intertwining their fingers and squeezing him firmly, hoping it would convey all the care he had in his heart for him.

“Tell me more?” He asked softly.

Loki gave him a small smile and leant forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Your honey is far sweeter than ours. Or maybe it’s just you.”