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Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with: Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4); Kinktober 2021
MC4A: Fireworks (Color Me Citrus; Dangle; Kaunaz);
Other Challenges: Kinktober Day 8: Seduction
Word Count: 2,463
Author's Note: Same trope, different ingredients, anyone? [Offers the slop to you anyway]. Also, I am 3 for 7 on Terrible Titles[TM] here. Guh. Can I make them any worse? ... Most likely. Truth is, I am fried at this point, and will be happy if I can ace 10 Kink prompts at this rate (I am currently running at 10 for Whump, but I am more inclined to barf out a few more of those before anymore Kink things so... I hope you're all ready for more Angsty President Loki stuff over at Worse Than Hel because yikes. (Oop! Hint dropping!) Yes... I skipped prompts again. Sue. Me. xD
Warning Tag: Morning Wood; Morning Cuddles; Spooning
A Seductive Wake-Up Call
It was only supposed to be one night…
To be honest, it wasn't even supposed to be that much. It shouldn't have ever even been a thing to begin with. But as much as Mobius tries to deny it, he really does have a soft spot for broken things. So when he was in the process of taking Loki down to the cellblock where they'd be held overnight, he thought about everything he saw and learned about Loki through the footage and the paperwork, knowing that it'd be a very bad idea to follow through with it if he wanted to retain any progress made that day. So he decided that he would take them somewhere more comfortable and accommodating instead. He wasn't against bending rules on occasion, most of the time it was innocent, harmless things. This time, though… Well, all he could hope and pray for is that Ravonna never found out.
Mobius took them to his apartment with the plan to pull up a memory of Loki's chambers on Asgard in a long loop for them to stay in instead. That was the plan…
"This place is abysmal," Loki said, taking in the single room with nothing but a bed, an end table, and a chair in it.
"Well, good thing you've got your own space, then," Mobius replied, opening the grey-toned time door and guiding Loki in. "You'll be staying here. A home away from home."
The look on Loki's face and how he bristled told Mobius that was not the right thing to say at all, and he wished he could put his own foot in his mouth at the tone-deaf statement. He let out a soft breath, changing the subject.
"No one will bother you, but it is just this space, so if you try and leave it will just loop you back here," he explained, subtly taking in the large room and ornate furniture and bed.
"I'll come get you in eight hours," he continued with a nod, turning toward the door to leave.
He froze when a hand landed on his bicep. "Don't go."
Mobius closed his eyes to collect himself. Loki's voice was… soft. Scared almost, of course it could be a trick but he doubted they'd be in the right mindset so soon after enduring everything in the theater. They hadn't had enough time to properly process, maybe they were doing that now.
"I'll be close. I can monitor the—"
The grip on his arm tightened some. "Stay…"
Desperation this time. Mobius turned, he really shouldn't have, but he did and met Loki's eyes. Their expression matched the tone of their voice, the minuscule quiver of their hand on his arm…
That's all that was needed for him to crumble, really.
Mobius sighed, breaking eye contact to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I'll be right back…"
He left the time door open to reassure Loki of this, and he soon returned dressed down to find Loki already huddled under the soft bedding. They sat up when they saw Mobius, and he met their eyes after closing the time door only to feel their ears burn with embarrassment—maybe? Or was he just flustered in general at the sight of Loki's naked torso? He hadn't forgotten that the god favored sleeping nude, had he?
Shaking his head and looking away, Mobius quietly cleared his throat and approached the edge of the bed, sitting down on it delicately. This was a mistake, Loki could kill him in his sleep and escape, or simply take the TemPad and escape, then he'd have to face Ravonna. That thought alone had Mobius hope Loki would opt to just kill him and spare him the fallout.
"...what are you wearing?" Loki questioned, pulling Mobius away from his worst-case scenarios on how bad of an idea this was. "It is just as drab as your other outfit."
Loki prodded at his shoulder, pulling on the thin beige fabric of his sleep shirt. Mobius shrugged them off, keeping his back to them as he slowly laid down on the very edge and draped a blanket he took from his own bed over him. Getting under the other blankets really would be a bad idea.
"Please don't make this anymore awkward…" Mobius muttered, feeling his face burning now. "Because I will change my mind."
He heard Loki sigh very close behind him, feeling the bed shift some shortly after. "I…" a soft scoff came, "I sleep better with… company."
Mobius already knew that, and he knew the inevitable string of nightmares Loki will be enduring soon enough will plague their sleep for years. If they were put in that cell on Asgard after New York, it wouldn't have done them any good, either, and Mobius knew putting them in one here now would only mimic that same outcome. Now, he was entertaining his knowledge of Loki's insecurities in hopes the god wasn't actually manipulating him into escaping. He was confident that they weren't, but that little inkling of doubt was still there.
"Goodnight, Loki," Mobius said, not receiving a response.
He could simply wait for Loki to fall asleep and slip back into his own space and pretend he got up before they woke up later. It was an option, and Loki would be none the wiser unless they woke up in the night…
The thought was never followed through as Mobius felt himself drifting, tucking the TemPad under the pillow before completely succumbing to it. This bed was far softer than the one he was used to...
Mobius woke up to a strange pressure on his shoulder and a silky soft substance scattered over his neck. He was very still as he came to, realizing that Loki was using him as a pillow. Letting out a heavy sigh, he carefully moved their hair off his neck and very slowly started to wiggle his way out from underneath the cuddly god.
This was a mistake.
Loki shifted right when Mobius needed them to, moving back onto the pillows and away from him. He let out a puff of breath in relief before getting up and collecting the blanket and TemPad still tucked under the pillow. The sound of the portal opening had Loki stiffen, but Mobius stepped through it before waiting for them to fully wake, needing to grab a proper set of clothes for them to wear before Loki decided it was a good idea to show off their… goods.
The work day started and ended with no comment about their odd sleeping arrangement being mentioned at all. Loki seemed far more alert and mischievous than the day before, however, but Mobius simply chalked it up to having a good and proper rest under their belt. Who knew when they had one last (it was over a year), it would explain the difficulty of waking them up, too.
Mobius was in the same predicament as last night before he knew it, unable to take Loki to the cellblock and instead brought them back to his apartment. Loki didn't have to not ask this time, instead Mobius dressed in his pajamas, grabbed his blanket, and led Loki into the portal to their room without a word.
"You are going to stay again?" Loki questioned, seeming surprised.
Mobius got himself comfortable on the bed, giving Loki a half shrug. "You said you sleep better with company. I don't mind helping you get that if it is improving your health."
Loki tucked their chin to their chest at the comment, biting their lower lip. "Oh…"
He made sure to turn his back to Loki's side of the bed to avoid watching them dress down. The weight shifted on the bed shortly after, and Mobius let out a steady breath to keep his nerves from snapping into overdrive in knowing that a very naked god was laying down behind him.
"Goodnight, Mobius," they muttered.
"Goodnight, Loki."
Mobius woke up to an even worse situation with Loki than the other morning. They had an arm draped around his waist this time and half of their body was laying on his chest and stomach. Their skin was cool against his nightshirt, it felt nice, but it also meant that his blanket was not over him. Of course, not being aware Loki was a cuddler kind of baffled Mobius into not knowing how to handle this because he never had seen them do it before with previous… overnight guests. What this meant was an entirely different and new layer of Loki Mobius himself hadn't even seen from them.
Trust.
This was getting out of hand.
"Loki…" he half-whispered, nudging his shoulder to try and jostle them awake. "Loki, wake up."
They made a whine, nuzzling their face into Mobius' chest. "Loki, come on. I need to get up."
"No…"
Mobius groaned, making more of an effort to wriggle his way out from under the god. "Ugh, Loki!"
"What?" Loki muttered, "I'm comfortable."
"And I am not. Get off!"
Loki grumbled, sliding off his body a second later. Mobius scrambled off the bed and took in a breath of relief with the new distance between them. He kept his gaze to the floor as he felt around under the pillow for the TemPad.
"I'll uh… be back with your clothes," Mobius said, grabbing the TemPad and quickly getting a door opened.
He could feel Loki's eyes on him as he did this, and it took everything he had to not look back because he knew they had nothing concealing them.
Mobius was utterly exhausted by the time he dragged himself and Loki back to the apartment. The revelation of the apocalypses not picking up Variant energy felt like a massive slap in the face to what the TVA strived to prevent from happening, and yet here was Loki, a Variant of the most peculiar and most interesting of the lot he has ever studied, came in and effectively unraveled the system in one fell sweep. It was a lot to take in and process, to say the least. He was still trying to figure out if he really actually did take Loki and him to Pompeii for proof or if it was a fever dream.
Loki still had that pep in their step even after all this time, which only made him more tired knowing that they were still brimming with impossible energy. Turned out that Loki really did like to be right.
"You should be more energized over this, Mobius," Loki prodded, slipping into the apartment right behind Mobius. "You'll be able to catch your other Variant easily with this knowledge."
"You do know that we still actually have to find them, right? This little detail only scratched the surface," Mobius said, wanting to knock Loki down a few pegs.
They returned it with a half glare and mock pout. Loki perched themself on the bed, looking perturbed while waiting out Mobius' routine before they headed into the memory door.
"Alright, I am exhausted, so I'll see you in eight hours," Mobius said, setting Loki's fresh outfit down on the large dresser resting against the wall opposite the bed. "Hope you sleep well—"
"You're leaving?" Loki questioned, raising a brow. "Why?"
Mobius sighed, not really having a reason or excuse. "I just figured that… you'd like your privacy is all."
Loki tilted their head at that. "Privacy for what?"
He turned his attention away then, biting his lip at what he was implying. Loki had clearly gone through a risk and reward situation with this hunch, and when those rare times actually came through for them on the Sacred Timeline, they tended to indulge in some form of personal celebration for it. Mobius really didn't want to wander into it, and the exhaustion trickled in quickly at that moment, fogging his mind up of what that implication actually was. Loki's bed was really comfortable...
"Nevermind," he said, shaking his head and waving his hand in front of him. "I forgot my blanket. Be right back."
Mobius felt like he left the air conditioning on all night. His body was cold, even with his pajamas and the blanket he pulled over…
There was no blanket. Instead, Loki had themself flush against his back, one arm tightly wrapped around his waist and the other tucked underneath the very pillow Mobius currently laid on top of. The cool puffs of breath tickled the hair on the back of his neck, causing goosebumps to form there that spread over his shoulders. Based on how he could practically feel every curve and movement of their chest pressing into his back when he breathed told Mobius there was literally nothing separating them.
His breath hitched when Loki's hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, feeling the cool fingers lightly trail across his lower belly and over his hip bone.
'Fuck…'
Loki hummed, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder. "You're so soft and warm…"
Their voice was still heavy with sleep, but it's rugged, deep sound felt like he was being dipped into a pool of warm wax. The fleeting brush of their fingers across the trail of light-colored hair below his navel had Mobius bite his tongue to keep from moaning.
"Loki…?"
"Mm?" they murmured, pressing themself even closer, if that was even possible. Mobius was very aware of their nakedness, and his only defense were three very pathetic pieces of clothing.
"Could you—"
He swallowed almost painfully when he felt Loki swelling against his ass. They shifted just so then, too, and Mobius was a lost cause. His eyes fluttered closed and his own desire became quickly known very close to where Loki rested their hand on his hip. Inhaling heavily from all the intense contact, Loki must have taken it as a bad sign.
"Do you want me to stop?" Loki asked, going very still behind him.
If he could drink their voice…
Mobius focused on the hardening of his own cock along with Loki's that rested in-between the crevice of his ass and realized that he really did allow himself to be very obviously lured in by Loki. And he wasn't regretting it.
"No," he rasped out, pressing his hips into Loki to reinforce the answer. "Don't stop…"
The purr that escaped Loki's lips coursed through Mobius like a fine wine as they curled their cool fingers between the waistband of both his sleep pants and boxers. Mobius felt his skin explode with every feather-light kiss to his neck and shoulder, gasping at the bold move of Loki sucking a bruise at the hinge of his jaw.
That will take some explaining, but he could care less right now. This was going to be a favorite morning so far...