#LokiusHalloween WIP post for Oct 30th :D
Me first lil WIP post to tease what I’m working on for day 1 of #LokiusHalloween !
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“Are you sure this isn’t an excuse for him to ‘woo’ you?” Sylvie needled Mobius, poking the red flower in his breast pocket.
Mobius gently swept her hand away and she grinned wider.
“What Loki’s plans are, are a mystery even to me sometimes,” Mobius said, bashfully trying to escape her good-natured scrutiny.
“We’re going after a pair of vampires and his concern is fitting the dress code,” B-15 sighed, “It’s definitely a ruse.”
“One hundred percent,” Sylvie nodded.
“We have a job to do, nothing more,” Mobius’s embarrassment peaked to irritation which provoked B-15 and Sylvie to smile at one another knowingly.
Mobius needed out from under their watchful eyes; since Loki’s return from the end of time, they had been inexplicably inseparable. He knew what people around the Archives and the TVA as a whole whispered about them.
Loki’s name was notorious and Mobius was swiftly claimed as part of the package, always infalliably at his side.
The fact that it was true - at least on Mobius’s end, to his knowledge - didn’t need to be debated in front of him when he was already trying to summon the courage to declare his devotion to Loki.
As if on cue, Loki appeared from around a corner, mask still securely hiding half of his face.
“Oh for crying out loud,” Sylvie rolled her eyes.
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Sylvie. The dress however is stunning,” Loki parried her.
The two fought like fraternal twins and Mobius smiled to himself.
“I’m not trying to make us stick out as much as you are,” she tutted, looking over the velvet finish of Loki’s cuffs, “Are you even trying to fit in with the vampires?”
“No,” Loki scoffed, “Sylvie, what are we going to do about your lack of theatre knowledge?”
“Oh shut up,” she grumbled.
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“Point of No return”
Prompts: Costume, No vampires left in Romania, green
