Author's Note: ...Look, just roll with me on this one, yeah? My brain wants to write this… and dammit, it will be written. [shoves all my outstanding WIPs and MCs into the closet and slams the door closed]

Why did he steal the cat? Why not? Was the name Mobie chosen for potential future drabbles to mess with Mobius with? Absolutely. I mean… who doesn't love cats?

Word Count: 699

Took the Cat

Loki already anticipated the floor to drop from him again the second he complied with this lowly desk worker's request. The suspicious cat had finished whatever it was in its bowl and was now rubbing against his leg. Surely the cat… or whatever it was, knew that he was in a danger zone of falling with him. It occurred to him then, and there was only a split second to decide, but as soon as he signed the top page in runic, Loki immediately crouched down and scooped the cat up into his arms.

"Hey!"

Giving the man a little wave, the floor opened below him and he braced the cat to his chest for the fall and its brief zephyr to swoosh over them.

He landed as gracefully as he was able, and the feline didn't seem bothered by the change of scenery or the fact they were just catnapped. Instead, it purred quite happily, looking up at Loki with its bright emerald eyes, it chirped before pushing itself up against his arms with its feet to bump their head against his chin.

"You're cute," Loki half-whispered, giving the cat a light scratch on its neck.

"Please verify that you are not a robot and possess what most sentient beings describe as a living soul?" another person said, equally as monotonous as the last one.

A tall, red, doorless frame loomed over Loki, and he pulled his attention off the cat to take in the new cramped space. Processing what the person said, he raised a brow.

"Of course I am not a robot! How would you not know if you were one?"

"Thank you for your confirmation. Please step through the scanner."

Loki stalled, the cat starting to squirm some in his arms. "What of my companion? They have no voice to consent to this… ridiculousness."

The person barely glanced their way, putting a mark on the paper. "What is the name, sex if any, and species of your companion?"

"Feline…" Loki replied immediately, but stalled for a name.

He examined the tabby, taking in its mixed brown and black pattern on a white base of fluff. The cat looked up at him, its matching green eyes gazing back longingly. After a quick yet gentle adjustment to put the cat on its back, exposing its belly, Loki deduced its gender. The cat purred away, accepting the chin pets and lightly curling its paws around his wrist, unbothered by the new position.

"Mobie," he said, and the cat blinked once and tilted her head at the name, seeming to like it. "Female."

"Is your companion living, breathing, and considered sentient and possesses what most would consider a soul?"

Loki half-rolled his eyes, but the cat settled some and made a strange sound that Loki could say was a meow, but maybe more like a growl instead. "Yes? But why the robot question? What happens if I or Mobie are one and don't know it?"

"You will melt from the inside out…" the person drawled, but Loki's expression was mortified. "Is your companion for personal purposes, a physical aid, or a mental and emotional support creature?"

These questions were growing bothersome. The scratching of the pen on paper wasn't helping his annoyance, either.

Loki set his jaw, speaking through his teeth, "...Emotional support."

"Please proceed," the person said. "Companion, too."

Loki hesitantly stepped into the device, holding Mobie close. When he saw the light start to emit from the ceiling, he made sure to cover her eyes to not have any harm come to her. Two strange photographs spit out from the side, and Loki got a very brief glimpse that his feline friend looked nothing like a four-legged mammal in its rather odd picture.

"What's that?"

"Your temporal aura."

"What's that?" he asked more hastily before being gently nudged in the lower back to move along.

He took the liberty to give Mobie a few gentle strokes down her back, receiving a loving chest bonk and a loud, raddly purr in return. She proceeded to rub her face all over his chest, thoroughly marking him as hers. Loki smiled softly at the creature; he always did like cats.