#mobiues

[ofasgardianvariants]

@mobiues​ liked for a starter

“These are disgusting.” Sylvie commented as she chewed on the sweet that Mobius had offered her. She really had to resist the urge to spit it straight back out. She’d tried a lot of foods in her time on lots of different planets and universes, lots of cereals from roxxmart. But this absolutely topped the chart in disgusting. “Don’t tell me you actually like these. If so, I might need to rethink this potential friendship.” 

[seidrborn]

` ✦  @mobiues​༄ ⋆.◦◝   ( has  caught  the  tail  end  of  a  haunting  tune  sung  out  of  lonely  nostalgia )

“   SÁ  MIK  VEKR,   ER  AF  VÍÐI  KEMR,      morgin  hverjan  eg  helsar  baldrljós.      hver  er  leið  til  himins      hver  er  leið  til  himins      af  jörðu?  ”

[emeraldcast-archive]

@mobiues is a literal angel, fight me on this if you dare

[seidrborn]

` ✦  @mobiues​༄ ⋆.◦◝   ( FROM. )

“  NO  INDEED,   i’m not the sort to  hold  back.     yet here i am … no,  here  we  are :    once again it’s you & i … here at the end of all time.  ”

heavy  is  the  head  that  wears  the  crown,   even if it had been  born  to do it.     the god that confronts mobius m. mobius this time is a king in his own right :    restored to his gilded glory with his beautiful horns on full display.     yet the hues of purple beneath his normally sharp eyes indicate a  bone—deep  weariness  that had never been present during his time with the TVA.

he’s exhausted,  even in lieu of the  kingly  air  that he carries himself with.     because loki  did  search for him ;    over & over again,  through every section of the multiverse,  every crack & crevice that a TVA analyst could get to.     he hadn’t given up,  hadn’t ever stopped his frantic jumps through space,  ever vigilant for signs or whispers … 

he’s exhausted but he’s  here :     they’re  finally  here,   as he’d said,  as this tired god had always hoped they might be.     & it  is  him,  the variant of a variant that never should have existed,  the young god captured in that godforsaken desert by the TVA :    L1130,   oddity among variants & lokis alike.

“  … you look  well,  ”     he says stiffly with a dip of his crowned head,  clearly still reluctant to believe that this is no illusion or trick.     “  did you give my regards to the TVA?     surely your  benevolent  ruler  is aware that you have slipped his gaze & shall be knocking at the proverbial timedoor to find you any moment now.     by  the  norns,   mobius ;    why is it that every time we meet,  i must employ the means of my mischievous nature to wrestle back control of myself?  ”

cagey as he is,  the wily trickster slowly comes  closer,   closer,   closer  in spite of his inane rambling.     there’s only  one  way  to break the illusion & prove that this is no dream :    hesitant fingers reach out,  trembling slightly,  to adjust the analyst’s tie——  & the second he feels the worn material beneath his fingertips  he  knows.

his gilded horns clatter to the ground,  & L1130 very nearly collapses as he stumbles wordlessly into mobius’ embrace.

[seidrborn]

` ✦  @mobiues​༄ ⋆.◦◝   ( FROM. )

“  MOBIUS,   PLEASE.  ”

is this the same god that had told judge renslayer that  a  god  does  not  plead?     perhaps his time stuck in that damned loop with  SIF  has  softened  him  too much,   for loki does not,  in this moment,  feel like the  WILD,  UNTAMED  GOD  that he’s known by so many to be.

“  i’ll not be denied this.     i’ll not be denied your freedom because you wish to  martyr  yourself  for the sake of the TVA.     you are my  ONE  TRUE  FRIEND,   mobius :    what  will  i  do  without  you?  ”

he tries to make it sound forceful,  commanding,   UNQUESTIONABLE ;    but in the end the power behind his words peters out to something  mournful,   a dirge in honor of  WHATEVER  THIS  IS  that’s aching so much between them.     friendship?     camaraderie?     desire?     TRUST?     regardless of the title,  loki is guilty as charged & he knows it.

HE’S  BEEN  COMPROMISED  BY  SOMEONE.

there’s fondness in that touch to the back of his neck.     so loki returns it with a gesture of his own :    he leans in to rest his forehead against mobius’,  breath stuttering & eyes shuttering to fight ... tears?     WHAT  GOD  CRIES  FOR  ANY  MAN?

“  ... you’ve trusted me.     you’ve placed faith in me,  honored your promises to me,   listened  to  me.     how can i go on now that i’ve earned that from someone?     NO  ONE  ELSE  WILL  GIVE  ME  THAT  CHANCE.  ”

[rxvonna-a]

"please tell me that at least a part of it was real."

betrayal starters + @mobiues

THE SIMPLE, EARNEST WAY HE MAKES THE PLEA wounds her more than if he were shouting at her, and any feigned indignation she might have mustered up to try to explain her actions immediately disappears. Instead, she softens her posture, shoulders dropping, and turns to face him for the first time since he entered her office moments before.

When she does so that she notices how worn he looks; his clothing is rumpled, his chin is sporting a decent growth of stubble. She can tell by his demeanor and his eyes that the man in front of her is, for lack of a better word, exhausted. She's only seen him look this way once or twice, after particularly difficult cases where he had no sleep for long stretches, and she wonders what exactly he has encountered since he was dispatched. Nothing good. She sent him to die, after all.

She sees a time stick slung over his shoulder and is genuinely surprised he hasn't used it on her already. If the situation were reversed, she is sure she would have immediately plunged the tip into his back and sent him right back to the Void. It's not something she's proud of, nor would she want to, but it's something she knows with complete certainty she would do to protect the TVA. It's much too late and too much has happened between them to pretend otherwise.

But he keeps his distance, the weapon pointed away from her. No rushing to overtake her. No angry lunges. He has always been the softer one between them, hasn't he? Even chasing dangerous variants, he's been the optimist of the two, the believer in good. It's why she has always felt she had to protect him, look out for him...until protecting him could no longer be an option.

"Would it help?" Her voice is low, but despite the distance between them, she knows he hears it. She knows he will give her all the time she needs to speak, even now, because he always has. And she will take everything he allows her, and a little bit more, because she always has.

"Is there anything I could say right now that would change anything or make it easier now that we've seen each other for what we are? You want to know if it was real?" She drags in a long breath, shaky and uneven, and gives a tiny shrug.

"Everything was real. Everything. There's almost nothing I wouldn't have done....to keep you safe. Our friendship was real. Everything we have felt, all this time, was real." A pause, and a tiny bit of anger flares up, though whether it's at him or at herself, she can't tell. Maybe both. Likely both.

"But so was the betrayal. I know who you are now. And you know who I am. And we..." Her mouth screws up into a sad smile. "We're broken. And we can't be fixed."

[emeraldcast-archive]

@mobiues​ asked ❝  do you want me to make the others leave?  or we could go,  get some fresh air.  ❞  ||  emotionally charged sentence starters

Loki was holding everything together by a mere thread, but he’d had many centuries of practice to know better than to let his emotions (or rather his true emotions) show. To the majority of the world, and to the room of hunters and agents, Loki appeared calm, poised and oh so arrogant. A stereotypical Loki acting like they always did.

He shouldn’t have been surprised that Mobius saw beneath his façade, the man had spent an unconceivable amount of time studying his life. If anyone would be able to see his inner turmoil, it would have been Mobius. But it wasn’t just the studies he’d done, or at least, Loki chose to believe it was more than that. He couldn’t wrap his head around the hows or whys, but Mobius saw through all the lies and pretenses and saw the real him that was hidden to everyone around him; even to himself.

Loki was grateful that Mobius had approached him subtly, rather than announcing his discomfort to the entire room. His emotions were becoming frayed, especially after talk of the team heading into the apocalyptic event that had ended Asgard. It was going to be difficult going back there, knowing he would see Thor and be unable to do or say anything that might help avoid the death of the Loki still on the sacred timeline. He also didn’t want to see his home be destroyed. For all he claimed to hate Asgard, it had still been where he was raised, and where the people who loved him had resided. It wasn’t somewhere he was eager to visit, even with the chance of the variant being there.

❝ I’m fine. ❞ Loki deflected, though there was no point in him doing so. He knew he was lying, and so would Mobius. It was just sheer pride that was stopping him from revealing he was struggling; that and not wanting to appear weak in front of the other TVA hunters.  ❝ You said we can’t waste time. ❞ He’d love to go get some fresh air, clear his head and lock his emotions away to deal with later, but the longer they waited, the more likely it would be that the variant would escape. His life depended on capturing the variant, his feelings weren’t more important that that.