if you're still doing kiss fic prompts, would you do #47 and #15 for lokius? (no worries if i'm too late, i just saw your post from two days ago about taking more requests)
yes of course i am absolutely still doing them for as long as people want to send prompts. in fact one of them i've adjusted the ship slightly, for you, as a treat, to make a bigger story
Mobius tested the ropes that held him. He didn't think struggling would do anything, and didn't try, but it did prove that he was held fast to the chair with only enough room to breathe. Even if he did escape, he wouldn't get far. He was an analyst not a hunter, running and fighting were not his skillset.
Loki stood before him with a cruel smirk. This was not his Loki. This was one of the other variants - a far more sly and dangerous one who had managed to put himself at the top of the pecking order in the void. He still wore his presidential run suit, even though it had taken some pretty visible damage.
"What an interesting face," Loki mused, "very homely, hardly my usual type."
Mobius tried not to let any reaction show on his face. It stung to be told to his face how unattractive he was to Loki, but at the same time the thought that he'd automatically been assumed to be his Loki's lover made something burn deep inside him. He didn't have that with his Loki. He didn't get to have that. He wasn't someone who could be that to Loki, any Loki.
Something of this must've showed on his face because the Loki before him suddenly laughed. "Oh, now that is interesting. He hasn't even made his claim on you yet?"
This time Mobius couldn't hide the flush that burned up his neck to his ears. "I don't know what you're talkin' about," he growled, trying to sound far more convinced of that than he was.
"Of course you do, agent. Ah," his smirk curled up wickedly, and he caught Mobius' chin in his fingertips, "but what a perfect thing to steal then. I bet he hasn't even done this."
"What-" Mobius began, but his words were cut off.
Loki had surged in and covered his mouth with his own, pressing down on him with such force it made Mobius gasp, and then his mouth was invaded by Loki's tongue, hot and demanding. Mobius knew he should resist - bite down or headbutt him or something. But he couldn't. It was Loki's lips, Loki's mouth, everything he'd wanted. And yet, so very wrong.
When Loki pulled away he gasped for air, flushed head to toe and completely pathetically ruined inside.
"Let's see what he does about that," Loki teased, tongue swiping over his lips. "I can be quite the jealous creature, I just know it's going to sting."
Mobius won't quite look him in the eye. They've been walking a while now, Loki still very armed and a big streak of blood down his shirt. It's not his - well, it is in a way "his", just not from his body. He'd sort of lost control of himself somewhere in the middle of the fight and wasn't entirely sure what he'd done, but there was a nasty sticky feeling under his nails he didn't want to investigte. His variant self had escaped narrowly, laughing like a mad man the whole while.
Loki stopped suddenly on the top of one of the hills and lifted a hand out so that Mobius would stop as well. "I need to ask you something."
Mobius did not look at him. "Sure."
"What he said back there..."
Mobius didn't speak, but nodded. Loki watched him roll his lips between his teeth for a second.
"I didn't have a choice." Mobius looked at him suddenly, then away again. He sounded uncharacteristically defensive.
Loki started to cross his arms, then put his hands on his hips, then lowered them and fidgeted a little more, a little lost. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and finally managed to get out, "I had no idea that was something you were even interested in."
Mobius's head snapped up to stare at him.
"I mean- I- I would have gladly, any time, if you had just asked," Loki continued, "I don't think I've been particularly subtle, and you've always been far more concerned about professionalism, so I was under the impression it wasn't on the table."
Mobius is speechless for a second, then, "Loki I've wanted to kiss you from the start."
This pulls the floor out from under Loki, and he nearly physically falls over a jagged piece of junk on the floor with how much he reacts to this. "What?" Is all he can say, feeling incredibly stupid.
Mobius clenches his jaw and starts walking again. "It doesn't matter now. He did what he did. It doesn't matter."
"It absolutely matters!" Loki chased after him.
"If it matters then he got what he wanted!" Mobius argued, still going. "He won, we both lost, that's it."
Loki cut in front of him, blocking his way. "We've lost nothing."
"I hardly consider kissing a trapped man to mean anything," Loki scoffed. "And if it's bothering you that much, then I had better make you forget about it entirely."
"What-" Mobius began to ask, but for the second time had his words cut off as Loki cupped his jaw between his hands and kissed him.
The kiss started firm, breath sucked in and head tilting slowly. When Mobius didn't react, it softened, turning more tentative, until Loki pulled back to look at the other man.
Mobius gazed at him with an expression Loki could only describe as rapturous.
"I can do better than that," Loki found himself saying, feeling unusually insecure.
"Yeah you can," Mobius replied, then gripped him by the shirt and pulled him in to another kiss. Loki reacted to it immediately, one hand sliding over his shoulder, the other gripping his jacket lapels. Their mouths moved against each other, bodies pressed so close that the heat was almost suffocating.
They broke apart for a moment, only to gasp for air, then closed the gap once more, Loki's tongue pushing against the seam of Mobius' lips, asking, and Mobius answered by letting him in. Mobius' hands bucnhed in Loki's hair, and Lokis' hands slid around his waist to hold him close.
When they finally broke apart, both panting, their brows met in the middle.
"Did you forget it?" Loki asked breathily.
"Forget what?" Mobius grinned.
