‘ i’m sorry — ’
the laughter falls out of him before he could stop it. it’s not a mocking sound. or at least, he hopes it doesn’t sound that way. to his own ears, mobius hears it chortled out softly. just puff of breaths really, as the side of his mouth deepen with the dimples. looking at loki hurts - although mobius tries to convince himself it isn’t. how can it hurt when there’s nothing painful to be hurt over ? he’s very pragmatic like that.
maybe one day he can convince ravonna he’s still the same man she knew.
‘ it’s just, ’ the laughter dies down, and mobius puts his steel-coloured eyes on the god. in it, there’s gentleness. maybe even fondness. who knows ? maybe there’s just longing, instead. but this isn’t the loki who’d brought down the TVA with him. mobius is wise — and old enough — to distinguish that. he gestures with his hand, ‘ you remind me of someone i know. sorry. you can continue. what happens after that ... ? ’
@slylie + starter call













