Shoutout to @blackbirdofasgard, @elodiah, @westwardly for tagging me so consistently! Getting to read through what everyone is sharing is such a treat when I have time to catch up on tumblr. 🥺💚🧡
I've teased this a couple of times, but I'm really hoping to post soon. Loki POV from my cowboy AU, Unwavering Forces. You should check out @distracteddream's Slept a Lifetime Alone fic while you wait because this will take place shortly after theirs! (Also, it's just a really good fic!)
Thoughts of Mobius inevitably had his hand straying to his waistcoat pocket and the familiar hard edges of the coin tucked in there. He drew it out now, rolling it over his fingers while staring at the wall opposite.
His gang thought it a lucky coin; Loki supposed it was in a way. It was the last of the money Mobius had stashed in his saddle bag after finding him injured in that saloon.
“Soft-hearted fool,” Loki sighed. He flicked the coin up and caught it without trying to see which side landed up. In his mind, Mobius snorted a laugh and asked, Me ’r you?
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Happy Yee Haw Sunday! It's been a while. 🤠 I've been noodling on a mini-fic in my Cowboy AU that's from Loki's POV, so here is a little of that. Thank you @elodiah @blackbirdofasgard @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @mobiusismycomfortcharacter and @thosegayoldmen for the tags! I may be lurking more than I'm reblogging but I love reading what you all are sharing! 💚🧡
The flash flood mentioned below is from a fic in this AU written by @distracteddream and it's very good! I highly recommend checking that out for more of these two fools who can't get their heads straight. 🤭
Loki couldn’t relax—hadn’t been able to in months, really. Only one place allowed him that luxury and he hadn’t been back there since the disastrous morning after the flash flood.
Mobius was a fool if he thought all Loki had to do was hang up his guns to earn a peaceful life. He would forever have to be on his guard, no matter what path he took.
But you’d have someone to watch your back, came the voice in his head that sounded very much like a certain silver-haired sheriff. He couldn’t remember when he’d last been able to count on that.
But if not Mobius, then who?
I tagged a lot of people up top so I guess if you see this and want to share, go for it!
Back for another angsty Yee Haw Sunday. I think this one might be done but I'm going to poke at it a little more before I feel ready to post. Bit by bit, the muses are creeping back. 🤠
Thank you for the tags @westwardly @elodiah @blackbirdofasgard @lokisleftbranch! <3
What was he going to do anyway, even if he evaded the Marshals? Run back to Mobius with his tail between his legs? Spend his days hiding in the man’s house and his nights in the man’s bed? The latter was certainly appealing, but the former made his skin itch with restlessness. Loki had lived too long going from one hold up to the next to be satisfied by an idle life.
No, there was nothing to be done about it, nothing he could do but continue on the path he’d laid for himself. It was too late to hope for salvation or any kind of happy ending.
No pressure tags: @thosegayoldmen @distracteddream @lokimobius @wolfpup026
Also, if anyone is looking for a NSFW treat, might I recommend this year's Wanksgiving offerings? 👀
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Loki (TV 2021)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Western, Sheriff Mobius M. Mobius, Outlaw Loki Laufeyson, POV Loki (Marvel), Enemies to Lovers, Pining, Bandits & Outlaws
Series: Part 7 of Unwavering Forces
Summary:
He couldn’t relax—hadn’t been able to in months, really. Only one place allowed him that luxury and he hadn’t been back there since that disastrous morning after the flash flood.
Mobius thought all Loki had to do was hang up his guns to earn a peaceful life, but if he ran off now, he would always be on guard, no matter where he went.
But you’d have someone to watch your back, came the voice in his head that sounded very much like a certain silver-haired sheriff.
Holed up with his gang, Loki finds his thoughts returning time and time again to the man he has been trying not to think of since their last parting.
Happy Yee Haw Sunday! 🤠💚🧡 I meant to post this 5 months ago and yet here we are. This takes place after the events in Distrateddream's fic "Slept a Lifetime Alone", which you should read not only for context but also because it's really good!
Bed sharing prompt: 🥺 Afternoon nap (and if it happens to become an afternoon delight, well, you would be contributing to the number of E fics!)
Thank you sooooo much for your patience in waiting for this, and thank you for the prompt as well! It's Yee Haw Sunday and I'm here to bring another steamy encounter with cowboy Lokius to help keep people warm. Or so I hope. 😅
This will start on tumblr before I link to the ao3 version. You can also go straight to the ao3 version here.
Bed sharing prompt: 🥺 Afternoon nap
CW NSFW
Raising a house weren’t no easy job and doing it in the heat of July made the work even harder. Mobius joined the other men at the Anderson property before the sun had fully come over the horizon and they’d worked for hours—until it was directly overhead—before calling an end for the day. One by one they dumped buckets of water over their heads, but even with that brief bit of relief, Mobius felt drained to the core. He went back to his house to rest and hoped no one would need him for a few hours.
The heat made it so he couldn’t completely fall asleep, even stripped down to his drawers. He dozed instead, facedown on the bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, which was why he thought the voice was a dream at first.
“Looks like someone wore you out, Sheriff.”
There were fingers on his bare back a moment later, trailing down to his waistband. Mobius tried pulling his thoughts together, even as his body fought to stay asleep.
“’S’hot,” he mumbled into his pillow.
“Too hot for a little fun?” Loki purred above him, sparking a different kind of warmth in Mobius’ body.
That light touch became hands braced on his back as Loki climbed onto the bed to straddle Mobius’ thighs. He felt calloused fingers glide up his back and then thumbs were digging into the meat of his shoulders. Mobius barely heard Loki’s chuckle over his own groan.
“Remind you of anything?”
“’Course it does.” He’d never forget that first night Loki caught him unawares at Eleanor’s place. Mobius was barely wearing more than he had then, but he’d be happy to change that if Loki let him up.
Seemed the outlaw had other ideas. He kept working at the tension in Mobius’ shoulders, making it harder and harder to resist the pull of sleep. Mobius got a little lost in exactly what Loki was doing—too focused on the warmth of his hands and the weight holding him down—so when Loki guided Mobius’ arms up over his head, he allowed it.
He felt something brush one wrist, something scratchy and kinda familiar, but then Loki’s tongue traced the outer edge of his ear. Mobius shivered and squirmed and was further distracted when the movement ground his growing erection into the mattress. He only realized what the itchy sensation had been when the rope tightened.
He tried pulling away, but his wrist was caught tight. A moment later, Loki had it twisted up behind his back.
“You know, I had considered hogtying you but that would make my plans a little difficult,” Loki said, his lips still by Mobius’ ear.
Mobius’ heart thundered in his chest as he wondered if this was the moment Loki finally ended their game.
“What plans are those?” he asked, annoyed at how breathless he sounded. It only encouraged Loki, who answered with a kiss on the nape of his neck, then across one shoulder. It was such a gentle, familiar touch, at odds with the rope and the hold Loki had him in. The contrasting sensations stoked the fire lit inside him, leaving him in a right pickle.
Then Loki bit down, setting off another jolt of heat, before releasing Mobius’ arm and sliding off. Mobius waited a second then hurried to push himself up onto his hands and knees. He nearly fell when Loki pulled the rope taut, yanking Mobius’ right hand out from under him.
Mobius’ heart was still racing as he looked up at Loki, seated on his knees. He’d shucked his duster and had that half-smirk on, the one Mobius sometimes had trouble seeing through. His hat was also missing—a quick glance showed he’d left it on the table. Mobius was even more surprised to see Loki’s gunbelt beside it; Loki always kept that near.
They watched at each other in silence, until Loki slowly pulled the rope. Mobius had to shuffle closer or risk fallin’ on his face again. Loki ran his other hand down Mobius’ bare chest, curling his fingers to drag his nails.
“What plans?” Mobius said, licking his lips.
“How badly do you want to find out?” Loki murmured and kissed Mobius before he could answer. Mobius leaned into it, his free hand gripping Loki’s shoulder to stay upright. Then Loki let go of the rope to cup Mobius’ head as he gently teased his mouth open.
This was the moment where he could pull the rope off his wrist and try to get some space to find out what was going through Loki’s head.
Or he could trust him, trust that whatever Loki had in mind, it wasn’t harm. It didn’t seem like it was, not when Loki was pushing his other hand under the waistband of Mobius’ drawers to touch his cock. Mobius groaned and tried to push his hips forward, but Loki kept them apart.
“So what’s it going to be, Sheriff?” Loki asked against his lips.
“Well, seems like you caught me,” Mobius said, leaving out the fair and square. Loki played dirty and they both knew it.
Lokius 😱 (H/C #13) for the bed sharing prompts? (Whichever flavor of Lokius variants strikes your fancy is just fine with me 😉)
Thank you for the prompt and for letting me pick the flavor! I got bit by the cowboy Lokius bug and, in my usual fashion, went way overboard. Sorry to dump 3k on you instead of a nice short fill, but I hope you enjoy it! (Feel free to add it to your TBR list 🤣)
Happy Yee Haw Sunday, everyone!
😱 Can't fall asleep (danger)
CW blood, mild injury description
The gunshots came first. Then the shouts for help.
Mobius wheeled his horse around, one hand dropping to his revolver, and saw a man almost falling over himself as he ran towards them. Mobius had accompanied the stagecoach along its full route, worried about recent robberies, but it seemed trouble had found him in the next town over instead of on the road. This wasn’t his town to protect, but that wouldn’t stop him wantin’ to help.
“Shoot out!” the newcomer gasped. He wore an apron so it wasn’t much of a surprise when his next words were, “Saloon!”
There were gasps from those inside the stagecoach and the crowd that’d come to meet them.
Mobius swung down, hastily wound Brandy’s reins around the nearby hitching post, and pulled his rifle free of the saddle holster. The bartender came to a stumbling halt and Mobius grabbed his arm to keep him upright.
“What happened?”
“S-shoot out. Dunno why. Jus’ had one customer, then some men came in—mean lookin’ fellas—and next thing I knew, they all started shooting!”
“Where’s your sheriff?”
The bartender shrugged helplessly. With Mobius’ luck, whoever looked after this town was sleeping off a long night of drinking somewhere.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered, but he headed in the direction the bartender had come. The street had emptied, though not everyone had retreated inside. Gawkers pressed against buildings, watching him pass with wide eyes. Some people had no sense.
Mobius flinched as another gunshot sounded, but it was just the one. It was a reminder for him to get his own damn self out of the street. He went left, hurrying along the building fronts. A few people still lingering to watch ducked out of his way. The general store sat on a corner, with the saloon around the bend, so Mobius paused there to peer around the building.
A man in dusty black clothes stood out front, two pistols in hand. Mobius’ heart stopped, until he looked closer and saw the man’s profile was all wrong. Another figure in black lay crumpled in a heap on the saloon steps.
“How much longer you gonna hide in there?” the man called to whoever was still in the saloon. “I got more men comin’ than you got bullets.”
Well, wasn’t this a real bag o’ nails. The man could be bluffing, but if he was tellin’ the truth, whoever was trapped was in real trouble. Mobius didn’t know what their argument was—and frankly didn’t care. He only wanted to keep the town from being shot up any more than it already was.
“How ‘bout we—” The rest of what Mobius planned to say was lost when he ducked back ’round the corner to dodge a bullet. The onlookers nearby finally went inside. Thank the Lord. Mobius stayed where he was and raised his voice. “Look, fellas, I got no quarrel with ya, but you need to take this outta town.”
There was a brief pause, followed by a man—he assumed the man in black—yelling, “Who the fuck are you?”
“Nobody,” Mobius answered. “I’m just lookin’ out for the townsfolk.” Naming himself might get even more bullets sent his way.
“Mind yer own business!”
Mobius chanced a look around the corner and saw the man had split his attention between the door of the saloon and Mobius’ hiding spot. There had been no movement from inside the building.
“You sure anyone’s even alive in there?” Mobius said. “Your business might be finished already.”
Another silence, during which Mobius took another look. The man was watching the saloon doors, considering Mobius’ words.
Mobius said, “Let me come out and we can go have a look together. How’s that sound?”
A shorter pause before the response came.
“Alright, come on out, but keep yer hands up.”
He didn’t say anything about weapons so Mobius took a chance. He raised both hands, one still holding his rifle, and began to slide around the corner. At this distance, he couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, but he caught the sudden narrowing of his eyes.
“A sheri—”
The first shot caught the man in the shoulder, spinning him around. The second dropped him like a stone. Mobius crouched, heart pounding, and waited for follow-up shots. The man had stood out there so long, Mobius really had thought the person inside must be dead or out of bullets.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered again. Now he had to hope whoever was left had more sense than the dead men.
He slid around the corner and hurried to the side of the saloon building. The man in the street had been in plain sight, but Mobius had the advantage of cover.
“Alright,” he called, “if that man was tellin’ the truth, you ain’t got long before company shows up. Your best bet is lettin’ me in, so I can see about helpin’ you out of town.”
Silence was his answer. Were they finally out of ammo? Succumbed to their wounds? Mobius hunched over—wincing as his back protested—and tried to stay below the windows as he crept towards the doorway. He paused there, but there was still no response.
“I’m comin’ in.” He took a deep breath and then stood, raised his hands, and pushed through the doors.
The saloon was a mess. Tables and chairs overturned, bottles behind the bar shot out. There were two more bodies, dressed much like the ones outside. So far, it seemed to match the bartender’s story of a gang ambushing one person. No sign of who that was, though.
“Anyone alive in here?”
“Unfortunately,” came the strained response. Mobius’ stomach dropped. The voice had come from behind the bar and was worryingly familiar. He pushed his way through the mess and came around the edge of the counter to see Loki Laufeyson sprawled on the floor, half-propped up against the bar, his gun steady on Mobius.
“Goddamn it.”
Loki wore his usual all black getup, but he had one hand pressed to his thigh and the palm was stained dark red. Mobius almost swore again, for all the good it would do.
“What the hell’re you doin’ here?”
“Enjoying a whiskey,” Loki said, feigning calm; his voice gave away the pain he must’ve in. “At least until this lot showed up.”
“And what did they want with you?”
Loki shrugged. “I have made a great many enemies over the years.”
“Yeah, well, I ain’t exactly been making friends either.” A lawman never did. Mobius glanced at the door. “Any idea if he was telling the truth about more comin’?”
Loki finally lowered his revolver. “It’s possible. There are more of them than I shot here.”
Mobius smoothed down his mustache and tried to keep a cool head. Last he’d seen of Loki, the outlaw had been slippin’ out of Mobius’ house before the sun had come up. That was how most of their encounters went these days and as grateful as Mobius was to see him, he coulda asked for better circumstances.
He set the rifle on the bar and knelt beside Loki; he didn’t miss the way Loki’s gun hand twitched.
“Where’s your horse?” Mobius asked as he pulled off his neck kerchief. He eyed Loki’s leg, wondering if one kerchief was enough—and tried not to think about how he oughtta know with as often as he’d had his hands on Loki—then reached for Loki’s kerchief. This brought the gun back up, Loki’s eyes wide and panicked, like a cornered animal. Mobius froze, then moved more slowly, turning Loki’s kerchief around so he could untie it.
Then he tied the two together and tapped the hand Loki had pressed to his wound.
“I need to bind this before you bleed out,” he said as calmly as he could; his stomach was churning at the thought. Loki’s chest was rising and falling too quickly for the composed facade he was clinging to, but he lowered the gun and moved his hand, looking away.
Mobius wrapped the makeshift bandage around Loki’s thigh, wincing when Loki hissed in pain. He didn’t even know if the bullet was still in there—something he’d have to figure out once he got Loki out of here. If he could do that, if Loki didn’t die on the way.
He shut that thought right down, rising to peer over the bar. Still no sign of anyone outside. He looked down at Loki, who watched him warily.
“Where’s your horse?”
“Out back.”
And Mobius’ was with the stagecoach. His mind spun with possible plans. Did the townsfolk know who Loki was? The bartender hadn’t said Laufeyson was cornered, so they might not. Mobius could claim he was taking Loki to safety, but what would happen if word got out that the man he helped was the infamous bandit? Should he reveal who it was and say he was takin’ him in? Mobius didn’t see Loki going along with that one.
“Can you ride?” Mobius asked, and couldn’t help the dubious note in his voice. It sparked annoyance in Loki’s eyes. He grit his teeth and dragged himself to his feet, leaning his weight heavily on the uninjured leg.
“Of course I can.”
Stubborn son of a bitch.
“Two bucks says you collapse a mile outta town.” Loki’s glare bounced off him. “Look, here’s what we’re gonna do.”
—
Loki refused at first—too uppity for such an undignified plan, Mobius guessed—but he must’ve been hurtin’ more than he let on because he didn’t push past Mobius to take his chances on his own. Mobius just hoped he didn’t bleed out before they got out of town.
Mobius went through the doors of the saloon first to stand on the porch.
“Everything’s alright now.” He spotted the bartender—along with several others—peering around the corner he’d used for cover. “Any sign of your sheriff?”
The man shook his head, then cautiously came out of hiding. “They all dead?”
“’Fraid so, and your bar’s a mess.”
The man looked dismayed but not surprised.
“Your customer was a wanted man, so I’m takin’ the body with me to report it. I don’t recognize the rest of ‘em.” He gestured to the bodies on the steps and in the dirt. “Maybe your sheriff will have some idea.”
“O’course. T-thank you, sir,” the bartender stammered, and came closer to give him a clammy handshake. More people were starting to gather, but Mobius needed to get movin’.
“I didn’t do nothin’,” Mobius said, and he really hadn’t. Unless you counted him distracting the bandit so Loki could take the shot. “Can someone fetch my horse while I get the body?”
Every time he referred to Loki as a body, his chest tightened, but he tried not to show it. He went back inside, crossing to the bar quickly, before anyone followed him in. Loki was sitting out of sight, still conscious.
“You ready?” Mobius asked.
Loki grit his teeth. “As much as I can be, I suppose.” He holstered his pistol, but tension radiated from him.
“This’ll probably hurt,” Mobius said apologetically. “Jus’ try to keep quiet.”
Loki’s eyes narrowed—as if he could look any more mad than he already was—but he said nothing as Mobius knelt down and pulled him closer. For a second, it was like they were about to embrace and Mobius’ breath caught at the thought. Then he bent and dragged Loki’s weight across one shoulder.
Loki made a noise through gritted teeth, his whole body tense, as Mobius staggered to his feet. Before Mobius could remind him, Loki went limp, his arms hanging down Mobius’ back. Mobius put a hand on Loki’s thigh, half-covering the kerchief bandage. He was glad the redness in his face could be attributed to the strain of carrying a grown man. Then he went out back.
This was the hard part: transferring Loki to his horse. Mobius did it as carefully as he could, draping Loki sideways over the saddle. He knew it wasn’t painless but Loki stayed quiet. Seeing him like that reminded Mobius too much of when he’d taken Loki’s man back to bury him. He had to reach out and put a hand on Loki’s back to feel his breaths, shallow they might be.
Loki’s mount nudged Mobius with his nose. Good thing all those apple bribes had brought the horse around, or this plan wouldn’t have worked.
“Go easy now,” Mobius murmured as he gathered the reins, then slowly led the horse around to the front of the saloon.
There were far more people gathered now, but someone had fetched Brandy, who whickered when she caught sight of him. Or maybe she was greetin’ the black stallion followin’ him.
“Thank ya kindly,” Mobius said, bringing Loki’s horse close enough to tie the reins to Brandy’s saddle. He looked around, catchin’ eyes with the bartender. “If anyone comes along, you tell ’em exactly what happened: there was a shootout and then Sheriff Mobius took the wanted man’s body with him when he left.”
That’d put trouble on their tail, but Mobius didn’t want these innocent people getting tangled up in somethin’ that wasn’t their business. He swung up into the saddle and turned Brandy towards home, nudging her into as gentle a walk as he could. With Loki’s mount in toe, he headed out of town.
Loki wouldn’t make it the whole way back in the condition he was in, so Mobius’ plan was to find a place to hole up and let the outlaw recover enough to ride on his own. On the way into town, he’d seen a spot that could work: a rocky hill with enough trees to obscure them. It would be an obvious place for anyone chasin’ them to look, but they weren’t exactly spoiled for choices.
Once in cover, Mobius slid off his horse and hurried over to Loki, who had remained still and silent the whole ride.
“Loki?” He put a hand on Loki’s back and felt his heartbeat, weak as it was.
“Mobius…” Loki attempted to lift himself up and started to slide off the saddle feet-first. Mobius caught him with both arms around his waist, before Loki’s weight could land on his injured leg. Loki groaned at the sudden stop.
“I gotcha,” Mobius murmured and flushed at the intimacy of the hold. Not the time or place, he reminded himself. He dragged Loki over to the most shaded spot and lowered him down. Then he went to move the horses out of sight.
He couldn’t help looking over at Loki again and again, watching for signs he was getting worse. Loki was propped up against a rock, eyes closed and lips pressed together tightly. He was awake, for now.
One eye cracked open as Mobius came back to his side with a water bag, but he wouldn’t let Mobius help, taking it from him and raising it to his lips. Mobius chose not to comment on how Loki’s hand shook, instead looking at the wound. The kerchiefs were stained but with all the jostling, it weren’t a surprise to see it had bled more.
“Is the bullet in there?”
Loki shook his head. “Passed through.” He glanced down, then away. “Or so I believe.”
Mobius chewed his lip. “Can I check?”
Loki eyed him, pale, drenched in sweat, and still looking dangerous as hell. Then he looked away again. “If you must.”
Mobius placed a hand lightly on Loki’s thigh, feeling him twitch, then slid it around to the underside. It felt intimate, even under these circumstances. He probed with his fingers cautiously along the edge of the kerchief, then pulled back when Loki suddenly hissed. A knot in Mobius’ stomach loosened.
An exit wound meant Loki wouldn’t have to suffer Mobius diggin’ around in his leg. Didn’t mean they were out of danger yet.
“We should wash it,” Mobius said. The outlaw pressed his lips together, then took a shaky breath and said, tersely, “Fine.”
Aware they might be on borrowed time, Mobius worked as quickly as he could. He used one of Loki’s knives to cut his pant leg open so he could rinse the wound with water before following with liberal splashes of whiskey. Loki paled even further but stayed conscious. Mobius dug through his saddlebags for a clean shirt and tore it into strips to rebind Loki’s wound.
He half-expected a dry comment about how often Mobius ruined his own clothing for Loki, but the outlaw seemed too focused on staying awake. Once done, Mobius checked the path they’d taken but saw no signs of pursuit yet.
“Sun’s goin’ down,” he said, unnecessarily, but it got Loki’s attention. “You get some rest and we might be able to leave in the mornin’. I’ll keep watch til then.”
Loki was looking a mite bit cornered again, which made Mobius sigh.
“You went along with all that—” he waved towards the horses “—but can’t trust me to guard you while you sleep?” He could’ve pointed out the number of times Loki had seen fit to sleep in Mobius’ presence, but maybe the sex made that different.
Or being wounded and vulnerable.
Mobius blew out a breath and went back to the horses. He’d left the saddles on, in case they needed a hasty getaway, but he could brush around them.
“Not like I’m stickin’ my neck out enough as is,” he grumbled to himself. Brandy flicked her tail in agreement, or so he told himself. Loki’s mount had nothing to add on the subject.
He half-expected Loki to have passed out when he came back, but the outlaw was still awake…barely.
Keepin’ himself conscious out of pure spite, Mobius thought grumpily.
He began gathering up the remains of his shirt and damn near jumped outta his skin when Loki grabbed his wrist. He looked up into green eyes set in a face tense with pain.
“Thank you, Mobius,” Loki said quietly. Mobius’ traitorous heart flipped in his chest. He laid a hand over Loki’s.
“’Course. Get some rest. I’ll wake ya if I hear anythin’.”
Loki stared at him a moment more, then gave a small nod. He closed his eyes, head tipped back against the rock, and was out like a light. Mobius watched him—the frighteningly pale skin, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the slightly parted lips he knew too well—and went to shove the scraps of his shirt in his saddle bags. When he came back, he leaned against the rocks opposite Loki where he’d have a view of the road, rested his rifle in the crook of his arm, and prepared for the long night ahead.
From this prompt list. Other fills will be under this tag.
Clawing my way free of the feverish pit I've been in the last few days to share something because I'm so sick and tired of being sick. 🙃 Here's a little cowboy Lokius that continues from this ask prompt, because I decided if it was going on ao3, it needed a more complete ending.
“Are you leaving me here on the ground?”
Mobius blew out an exasperated breath and went over to him, holding out his hands.
“Didn’t think you wanted help,” he muttered.
Loki wrapped his hands around Mobius’ forearms, gripping tight, and together they hauled him to his feet. Mobius started to let go, then stumbled as Loki pulled, spinning Mobius around so his back was to the rock. Loki leaned in to trap him against it.
“What I wanted,” he drawled, “is to have run into you under better circumstances.” Then he bent his head to bring their mouths together.
Thank you @wolfpup026 @mobiusismycomfortcharacter @distracteddream @elodiah for the tags! (And everyone who tagged me on Wednesday!) Here's hoping I can get back to writing this week. 🤞
Happy Yee Haw Sunday! At least for a few more hours here. 🤠 Thanks for the tags @distracteddream @lokimobius @elodiah! Here's a little of the cowboy AU, where everyone is sad. 😅
When the Marshals left, they didn’t seem suspicious of Mobius but they were more determined than ever to hunt Loki down. Mobius wished he coulda sent some kind of warning, but the outlaw always found him, not the other way around.
Well, ‘cept for that one time he was cornered.
Weeks stretched into months and he never heard of Loki gettin’ caught but he never saw the man either. Mobius tried to keep movin’ forward, to tell himself he didn't need an outlaw complicatin’ life, but that was a lie he hadn’t found a way to believe in.
