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Spoilers! The following work contains spoilers for Loki.
Competition/Challenge Block:
Written for/Stacked with: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Term 14); Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4)
Hogwarts: FB [75-"I am really clever, after all."]; 365 [9-Whisper];
MC4A: AU Bingo (2D-Turned Left Instead); Su Bingo (1D-Gold); Ship Bingo (1A-Finish Each Other's X); Su Micro 2 (White); StL (Lock & Key); ER (Unicorn); FR (Satisfaction; Evolution); War (Monomania; Ennui); ToS (Unwanted Advice; Spinning Plates; Middle Name); Shower (Tomorrow's Shade); Fence (Peddling Pots; Machismo; Bee Haven); SN (Rail; Intercept); Star (Pocky Pockets); T3 (Thimble); ICs (Short Jog (Y); The Story Goes On; Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Criminal MC; LEO MC; Setting Sail; Zed Era (Y); Magical MC; Old Shoes; Marvelous Cinema; Fix-It Felix (Y); Extraterrestrial MC; Citrus Sale (Y); Go Fluff Yourself (Y); Colors Galore (Y)
Author's Note: And so it continues. Oh, well. This ship has sailed and I am on board 100% at this point. I will go down with it, too. Also... #FreeMobius Also also... OHMYGOSHLOKIISBILIKEMEANDITISCANONAHAHSODF:SEJG.
Warning Tag: Episode 2: The Variant Loki Spoilers; Minor D/s Elements
Word Count: 1,247
Ever the Crafty One
Loki sat partially in the walkway between the cramped cubicle rows on the stolen chair from the vacant desk opposite from Mobius'. Mobius was leaning back heavily in his own chair, deep in thought and looking tense as they waited to be summoned to Judge Ravonna's office to convey what Loki had unraveled. The paperwork on the apocalypse where the Variant was hiding (Loki was quite confident of it) sat on top of the rest of the countless files on them.
Loki was restless, excited to have been able to do something right after his failed attempt to manipulate Mobius at the Renaissance fair earlier. He was already walking on thin ice as is, but he had to at least try, right?
He watched Mobius lean his head back, loosening his tie generously so he could breathe, and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and exposing the emerald green kaunaz rune on his right wrist from the action.
"Do you ever relax?" Loki asked, wanting to break the silence. "Or is it all work and no play ever in this dump?"
"Not when there's a Variant out there trying to sabotage the timeline and killing our people," Mobius muttered out, clearly exasperated. "I am not looking forward to telling Ravonna of this very huge security breach, either. Or of this," he gestured with his right hand, referring to the mark, "So if you don't mind, I'd like to just enjoy the few minutes of quiet I have, please."
Loki squinted slightly at this, always hating to be silenced. At least Mobius was a bit nicer this time, though he wouldn't ever admit it out loud, he deserved the snappy attitude Mobius gave him when he was trying to smooth over the attempt to play him and his team.
"Precisely," Loki continued in a softer, quieter voice, "You should allow yourself to have some pleasure in this breakthrough."
Mobius didn't respond, the only gesture he made was lazily sliding a finger across his lips before dropping his hand into his lap.
Loki observed him in silence, twiddling his thumbs while contemplating what he was about to do. He carefully rolled up his sleeves as he decided, and without attracting Mobius' attention, Loki got up and moved to stand in what little space the cubicle provided behind the chair. How did this man not have his own office? He rested his hands on Mobius' shoulders, and before the analyst could really respond or react to it, Loki expertly started to massage them. They were tense, as he already knew, anticipating that Mobius also had a kink or two in his neck and possibly all down his back as well that he couldn't reach unless he leaned forward (and oh, wouldn't Loki love to bend him over that desk). Based on the groan Mobius released, he wasn't going to oppose this generous gesture from Loki.
Loki always did want a pet, and now that he shared his soulmark with Mobius, he'll have to do.
After a few moments of skillful technique applied to the problem areas the best he could given the position, Loki could feel his companion actually relax under his touch. He slowly slid his hands over Mobius' collarbone, silently popping open the top two buttons before slipping underneath the button up, running back over the remarkably toned shoulders. He used his thumbs to stroke the sides of Mobius' neck under the ears before moving them ever so slowly to the base of his skull. When Loki felt confident enough that Mobius was in a subspace state (based on the minor whines and light twitches of the corner of his closed eyes and mouth indicated that Loki was hitting all the right spots and was relaxed enough to drift), he started to speak again in a soft, gentle tone to not pull him away from it.
"You know," Loki said in a hushed voice, letting his fingers brush the nape of Mobius' neck, slipping between the loosened tie and collar to reach his shoulder blades. "Perhaps I should be present to speak to Ravonna about this… opportunity we found."
"Mmhmm?"
"I am the one who discovered the Varaint's hiding place, and you seem the sort that likes to give credit where it is due." Loki leaned down, hovering close to Mobius' ear. This allowed one of his hands to roam further down the analyst's chest, resulting in a satisfying shiver from him. "It'd show cooperation and… teamwork. I'm sure the ring leaders of the TVA will gladly eat it up."
"You know she is the one who wanted to reset you, and then wanted to prune you after your stunt earlier… right?" Mobius muttered, more aware than Loki anticipated, of course he would be. "It's best if I go in alone…"
Loki hummed, pulling away slightly to reposition his hands back over Mobius' shoulders. Curious, he placed pressure on him, silently commanding him to lean forward. To his hidden amazement, Mobius did, swiveling the back of the chair around to his front in the process before settling again, draping his arms over the back of the chair and resting his forehead on his arms. Loki smirked despite himself, resuming the skilled movements over the man's newly exposed (still clothed, unfortunately) back. He held good posture, but the knots and stiffness that were tangled through Mobius' muscles was still quite atrocious.
If only he could get this dreadful white shirt off…
"If you insist—"
"I do…" Mobius cut in, humming softly. "Don't think I don't know what you are up to…"
"And what is that?" Loki asked innocently, pressing himself against Mobius' back, tracing his hands down his sides, teasing to pull the fabric up from its tucked in position. "I'm simply offering my soulmate a well needed service."
Mobius made another sound equivalent to a cat's purr, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "...Not working."
"If you say so," Loki responded, allowing a wandering hand to find its way up under Mobius' chin, commanding him to give into his gentle pressure to tilt his head upward so he could meet his emerald eyes with baby blue. Mobius took it a bit further and leaned back into him for good measure. "But if I were you, I'd keep this soulmate business to yourself. I have a feeling they'd not take it well, one of their own being marked by a prisoner… It'd—"
"Greatly jeopardize the mission…" Mobius finished, nearly breathless. From what, Loki could take a good guess at. "You're right."
"I am really clever, after all," Loki playfully gloated back, brushing his thumb against Mobius' stubble. "You've said so yourself."
It would take absolutely nothing to break his neck then if he really truly wanted to, but Loki was more concerned about trying to not kiss the bastard instead. The man did show a lot of trust right now, and he briefly wondered if Mobius was thinking the very same thing before the ping of the elevator behind them interrupted their private moment.
Loki released Mobius immediately, pulling his own rolled up sleeves back down to conceal his gold mark on his wrist, moving back toward his seat. Mobius let out a gasp from the sudden disconnection of contact with Loki, hastily correcting his disheveled shirt and tie to appear presentable for B-15 who approached them. She sent Loki a dirty look, as always, before regarding Mobius.
"Ravonna will see you now."