#mobiustm

[w0lf5]

"Sure I'm a little stupid, but that's like 80% of my charm!"

it   takes   everything   in   him   not   to   laugh   at   first, unsure   if   it'sthe   fact   that   he's   at   his   wits   end   with   this   or   if   it's   because   mobius,   for   an   analyst,   was   stupid   in   some   senses.   the   hunter's   had   talked   about   him   and   his   leap   of   faith   with   that   loki   variant   that   had   caused   them   all   to   be   in   this   shithole   of   a   situation   in   the   first   place.

he   does   laugh,   however,   at   the   second   half.   a   sarcastic   sound   that   echos   off   the   walls   of   the   conversation   center.   it   was   priceless,   really,   and   if   he   wasn't   so   eager   to   be   done   with   this   so   he   could   return   to   his   work   --   to   his   life   --   he   would'e   laughed   more.   head   rolling   just   slightly   to   look   up   at   the   analyst   in   question.

    ❝    'm   sure   your   little   variant   pet   thinks   you're   some   sort   of   prince   charming   --   now   what   do   you want,   mobius.    ❞  

[iorast]

"There's something deeply and fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss?" // @mobiustm

         there's very few things in their long life that's caught them off gaurd in the way that is happening at that very moment. they'd panicked, after talking with the man who would have been ob if he'd been in another universe -- loki should have asked his name, he read it on the cover of the book but the notion of commiting the name memory hadn't been their top priority. the pain of being pulled through time so rapidly would've had them forgetting anyway, they were sure.

         now they were in front of mobius' garage. heart racing while they tried, desperately, to not sould like a madman. it was madness, wasn't it. trying to explain that if this man uprooted his life, left his two beautiful children, the home he'd painstakingly made for the three of them after whatever had happened to his wife. single dad. wife's long gone. there's a small flutter of relief in loki's chest that is immediately fizzled out by the guilt and then from desperation. they can hear themselves speaking, trying to explain the tva and what mobius was to it and -- oh. they sounded crazy, but mobius don is holding his hands up after a moment. as mobius had done with them plenty of times prior, to calm loki when they'd started rambling anxiously.

                  there's something deeply and fundamentally wrong with you. can we kiss?

                    ❝           i -- i beg your pardon ?      ❞         

[serpernt]

“I’ve waited for this for so long. For you to need me.“

“ you always knew , didn't you ? ”      that loki's inclination for perpetual isolation was nothing but a factor of their own rage . it was not how it had always been . a turn to loki's truth had created too much chaos even for a god noted for their adoration of mayhem . chaos of their own making was an art , an upheaval of their life . . . loki's anger had spread beyond their reach . it had not even lasted a decade , a handful of wavering years amongst countless centuries of a god's normality was nothing .      mobius could easily have let the tva prune them as intended , just as they had done before . . . just as they would have done again . why the change ? a misstep with unrealised reason .            

“ you knew what i needed long before i could recongise any absence . ”      someone to test the god . someone to see what more loki could be and prize it out of them without an ounce of malice nor the slap of a hand should the god slip . what they had thought a strength had been loki's greatest curse , now lifted and alleviated from broken shoulders .            “ i cannot be alone . i do need you . ”     

[serpernt]

❛  did you have another nightmare?  ❜

loki seethes when lurching back into consciousness , their stiffened back fought hard against their movement in the god's uncomfortable seat . neck twists and cracks , eventually does the sensation throttling their vertebrae ease off into something loki could cope with . their brow is damp with sweat , the fabric on the back sticks uncomfortably to their skin , and loki's nose wrinkles as fingers fight to remove stray hairs fixed to their cheek . the god swallows , unable yet to meet his undoubtedly pitying eye . they hate to have been so openly vulnerable , and no amount of shuffling in their seat will stop loki feeling so small in that moment .

“ nothing out of the ordinary . ”      a brutal imagining of asgard's destruction . loki only knew so much , perhaps the more they knew the easier their night terrors would be to suffer , perhaps not . loki knew their mother did not see ragnarok , but in the god's dreams she lay upon the bridge gutted by her own daughter . daughter . . . they hadn't taken enough time to let the thought of a sister sink in .           “ i can hardly remember any of it . ”      a difficult lie when beneath loki's carefree smile sits a need to weep , but performed with characteristic perfection .

[iorast]

                            ४ @mobiustm we're getting a little spoiler-y! bewarned ye who enter here !

they were never truly going to be used to timeslipping. it hurt more than anything they'd felt before -- thanos' torture, pruning, the uru end of thor's hammer. but they don't have time to focus because they're out in the fresh air a moment alfter being inside the tva and --

well, that's not something they've seen before. a giant ... noodle of a balloon flailing in the wind. they'd laugh at how it seemed to mock them if they weren't trying to keep themselves from slipping again. grasping desperately at the weak magic of earth - or they assumed earth -- in a desperate hope it could keep them present. while they're not sure if that's what does it, they do seem to be staying for the moment.

as they take a few shallow breaths, staring at the ground beneath their feet until they feel stable. if only physically. they flip their hair back and look around. a fwe voices behind them too muffled to understand what they're saying but no one seemed to notice they'd just appeared from thin air.

they're careful, as they turn. as if this were some active battleground and not a nearly empty salelot. and before they can even realize where they are or what this is -- they'd read mobius' magazine a few times. it was one of the few things on mobius' desk that hadn't been tva propoganda and it was more interesting to know why these little midgardian machines interested mobius so much. but they never quite understood it. but here, their breath stops if only for a moment.

they meet the familiar stranger's eyes legs moving them towards the man and they speak up, without even realizing,

❝        mobius --  !!    ❞             

[diablries-2]

❛  who  let   brad out ?  ❜

WHO INDEED . bright blue gaze flicks quickly from one end of the hallway to the other , narrowing upon the barely cracked door with a sneer tugging 'pon their lips . pale hands fall to settle 'pon hips , head tilted downwards to eye mobius for mere moments before opening mouth to speak . " don't go pointing fingers at me , i've been a good little god lately . " hands rise to complete the look of innocence , eyes wide and shining .

[iorast]

*blows a kiss @ loki and winks*

                       they grin and pretend to catch it, placing it against their cheek fondly.

[iorast]

@mobiustm​: Correct

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