Legal Disclaimer: My work is my own creative intelligence and property, but I do not own the original source material it stems from (I wouldn't be writing fanfiction if it was). The opinions and interpretations of characters reflected in my stories may not follow what is portrayed from the source material. Please don't sue me, I'm a stay at home mom.

Author's Note: These two write themselves at this point, and Loki is a lil shit. Also, I had another prompt that required smut so... yup. I promise I do not normally write so much filth. I really don't.

Word Count: 1,297

Warning Tag: Spanking

Evening Delights

Loki waited in the silence, flicking his gaze from Mobius to the minutemen that circled around them, wondering how long he could stall them before they took action. Mobius shook his head then, smirking as he turned toward Hunter B-15.

"He's lying."

B-15 rolled her eyes, signaling the rest of the squad to scrub it. Mobius turned back to a surprised Loki, though he hid it with an impassive expression when he met his handlers eyes.

"Nice try. My ears are sharp, too," Mobius half-whispered to Loki. "You're so in for it when we get home because my hide is going to be roasted for this."

Loki quirked a brow at this, staying very close to Mobius as they ducked out of the tent. Did he just say we? Nevermind the threat, he said 'when we get home'. What did he mean by that? Not sure how to comprehend that portion of Mobius' statement, he instead redirected his attention back to the warning and what that meant instead.

"What? Are you going to spank me for misbehaving?" he uttered, offering a taunting smirk when Mobius looked at him.

"You know," he lifted a finger, shaking it between them, "I just might."

Loki blinked, startled at the reply. Stepping into the time door directly behind his handler, he pondered on if Mobius was being serious or not. It was still a bit difficult to gauge his tonal queues. He followed close to Mobius as the agent expertly navigated through the TVA while Loki scrambled to explain away his disobedience at the Faire. He wasn't sure if Mobius was even listening to his excuses, only occasionally sighing or stealing quick glances his way.

He was ordered to sit on the couch outside of the Judge's office, so he did and fidgeted while waiting. Wondering what his fate would be settled over him now that he had to think about it, deciding that he actually was a little bit worried about the outcome. The second Mobius came through the doors he was back on his feet, not finding the patronizing whistle and hand gesture amusing in any way as they started back down the hall to the elevator.

The silence was deafening. Loki cupped his hands in front of him, rubbing a thumb over the back of his hand to expel his nerves while unsure if he should move away or closer to Mobius. He decided to do neither and stayed right beside him, looking his way.

"Where are we going?"

"I haven't decided yet," Mobius replied crisply.

"Did you, uh… get into a lot of trouble because of me?"

His handler chuckled lightly, flicking his eyes to him briefly. "Worried about something?"

"No," Loki responded quickly, "just genuinely curious."

"Uh huh…"

The elevator doors opened up to what looked like a library.

"Time to get some productive work done," Mobius said, giving him a pat on the back. "Need to make up for lost time."

Loki groaned.

They were back at Mobius' apartment after several long, dreadful hours of receiving one too many paper cuts and seeing his name with 'Variant' smeared all over the place on countless reports.

Loki wondered if Mobius remembered what he said to him and being 'so in for it when they were back home'. Mobius considered this dump his home, and Loki technically had no home so had no choice but to call it that as well, he supposed. He chewed his lower lip, watching as Mobius went through the motions of his evening routine while he was haphazardly sprawled out on the bed tossing the Tesseract skillfully into the air only to catch it again.

It was eating at him now, wondering what he was going to do, if anything at all. Loki caught the cube to follow his handler with his gaze until he sat on the edge of the bed next to him, prompting Loki to scoot toward him.

"So… what next?" he gently prodded, meeting Mobius' eyes with veiled anticipation and curiosity.

Mobius chuckled again, giving his head a little shake as he fiddled with the TemPad to bring up a murky green time door. "Bed time."

Not seeming to remember what he said to him earlier in the day, Loki started to feel relieved in seeing that this agent's threats had no ammunition after all.

"You really did screw the mission for me, though. Ravonna wasn't pleased at all," Mobius started to say, eyes flashing quickly when they looked back at Loki.

"Okay," Loki muttered, holding his breath as he shifted closer to him, now laying on his stomach and propped up on his elbows. He jinxed it. "What does that have to do with me?"

Mobius moved quickly then, and before Loki could react or roll out of the way, he felt his handler's weight press into his mid-back. His legs gripping each side of him to hold himself in place while Loki attempted to scramble out from under him to no avail. Mobius treated it as if he was sitting on a horse and kept himself well-balanced.

"I think I recall you asking if I was going to spank you when we got home," Mobius said smugly.

"You're bluffing. Now get off!" Loki snapped, hating the fact he couldn't overthrow him.

The first swat shocked him into going still. Mobius was serious.

"That's for misbehaving," Mobius announced, giving Loki another wallop over his arse. "And another to make a point."

Loki was floored. The agent actually followed through with it. He chuckled lightly then, forcing himself up onto his elbows again so his face wasn't pressing into the bed, tossing his hair out of his in the process. He swallowed in anticipation, smirking down at the mattress.

"Is that all?" Loki challenged, jerking his hips to test Mobius' balance again. "Could hardly feel anything happen."

Mobius leaned back, shifting his weight to just below Loki's shoulder blades while he suddenly felt the agent wiggling his hands between his pantline and forcefully shimmying the material down, belt and all. Loki gritted his teeth, holding his arms firmly against the bed to support Mobius' weight but ultimately prevented him from being able to do anything else.

His bare arse was now on full display, the resistance of his trousers and belt rested right under his cheeks, and the discomfort pressing down in of him started to be made known.

"Mobius…"

His words died on his tongue when he felt his handlers calloused hands slide over his naked arse. The skin was taut and no doubt made it more robust with the help of his trousers pushing them up and together. Loki flinched slightly when the full palm of Mobius' hand spanked him, but as more came that were occasionally followed with massages to soothe the skin, Loki felt his arms trembling and he lowered his forehead onto the bed and dug his teeth into the duvet. Each hit he took shot right through him, aggravating his suffocating cock each time that it became painful in the discomfort. After four more deliciously harsh swats, Loki was panting and his arms dropped from under him, almost causing Mobius to topple off.

The pressure on his back was suddenly gone, and Loki shot up to see Mobius sitting beside him cross-legged, smiling lazily at how flustered and surprised Loki looked.

"Are we going to behave like a good god now?" he asked, gaze darkening.

Loki stripped from his trousers and was on Mobius in a heartbeat, straddling his lap and grinding his tortured cock against his lower stomach as he pried his mouth open with his tongue, pressing him roughly against the back of the bed frame in the process.

The time door hummed lazily in the corner, long since forgotten.