Lokius c2

Loki nervously followed Mobius down the Thames waiting for the attack to come. Watching as mobius stopped at a small italian bistro talking to a waitress. He looked back at Loki with a smile, 'Are you coming?'

'Ok'. Loki followed, grabbing a butter knife from a table as he went by.

Mobius sat at a table and looked at Loki hovering, 'I am not pulling your chair out Princess.' He flicked through the menu. 'Shall I order for both of us?'

Loki nodded as he carefully lowered himself into a seat, the butter knife shoved up his sleeve.

Mobius ordered and handed back the menus. 'Theres a few more knives on the table behind you should you want to add to your collection.'

Loki almost blushed, before changing the subject. 'What is this?'

'What does it look like?'

'A date, at least what I think a date looks like. Its been some time since I went on one.'

'If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck. Then its probably a duck.'

'This is a date?!' Loki spluttered.

'Would you like it to be?'

'Must you always answer a question with a question?'

'Why does that annoy you so much?'

'Is this a date or isn't it?' Loki demanded.

'Yes, Loki. This is a date.' Mobius answered, tasting the wine that the waitress offered before nodding it was acceptable to pour them both a glass. 'It seemed fitting given the fact you kissed me.'

Loki gulped the wine down, letting Mobius refill it. 'Date'. He said quietly.

'If you don't want a date, we can go back to work?'

'No, thats fine.' Loki commented quickly, 'It has just been a rather strange day.'

'Maybe you should go on more dates?' Mobius suggested.

'If it is you asking, perhaps I will.' Loki replied.

'I'll have to remember to ask you.'

They settled into their meal, lobster risotto cooked to perfection. Followed by vension pasta. Garlic bread dripping with butter and cheese. Washed down by more glasses of wine than Loki could count. As Mobius ordered more bread to keep up with the God's appetite. Watching as Loki polished off his third portion of the pasta before sitting back in his chair sighing with satisfaction. 'Midgard certainly knows how to cook.' Loki commented, sipping his wine.

'You certainly have quite the healthy appetite.' Mobius commented.

'They don't exactly feed you when you are being tortured. Nor do they allow you peace enough to eat when you are fighting their battle.' Loki paused, 'The last time I ate. I didn't even know I was a frost giant.'

Mobius felt the mood in the room change. 'Hey Loki, you are no where near drunk enough to be getting maudlin on me.'

Loki sighed, 'Is it bad that I want to be?'

'Maudlin or drunk?' Mobius questioned.

'So extremely mind alteringly blot out half my existance not wake up for a month drunk.' Loki sighed draining his wine glass.

'No, not bad, actually its a completely understandable and frankly human response to what you have endured. The most understandable response to a problem that you have had in your entire life.' Mobius glanced at his watch, 'However, we can't do that here. Come on.' He stood, throwing a few notes on the table. 'Time we were going.'

Loki grabbed the half empty wine bottle, bringing it with them. Mobius eye'd him. 'What?' Loki asked, 'You paid for it, I am drinking it.'

'You are a lot more hedonistic than i give you credit for.' he commented, glancing at his watch again. 'Drink it as we walk.' He grabbed Loki's arm pulling him along.

'Doesn't this whole date go against your sacred timeline? Im pretty sure the time keepers did not give permission for a date between a tva agent and a variant in 2019.' Loki asked.

'And that is why we are hurrying.' Mobius commented.

The ground shook beneath their feet, Loki staggered, grabbing onto his friends arm. 'What did you do?'

'This might not be 2019.'

'When is it?'

'2032'

'2032!!' Loki exclaimed, 'But that means the great earthquake that sinks half of Europe.'

'Again, that is why we are hurrying and you did your homework. I am impressed.' Mobius punched buttons on the tempad.

As the earth shook, cracks appearing in the pavement. People screaming. A car vanished down one of the cracks, a child screaming as it disappeared from sight. Loki's motherly instinct making him want to go after the boy, but his higher brain telling him that if he did. The boy would be stuck in a variant hell just as he was. Perhaps a quick death was kinder.

'Loki.' Mobius warned. Punching the tempad to open a doorway.

The God looked back at the child one last time, before following through the doorway. 'I had children once.' He commented.

'What happened to them?'

'Odin.' Loki drained the last of the wine from the bottle before throwing it into the alleyway they were standing in. Listening to the glass crashing before shattering on the ground like the pieces of his exhausted, broken, icy heart. 'It would take huge amounts of drink before I could speak of them. More than your pathetic mortal form could take.'

'Did that make you feel better, to insult me?' Mobius asked.

Loki sighed, 'Can't you just bite back? Or fight with me? Or fuck me? Just. Give me something!'

'I am.' Mobius answered, 'I am giving you a friend to listen. Something you seem to have never gained. Which is a lot more productive than fucking a stranger or picking a fight to feel alive.'

'Talking about my feelings is not a strength of mine.'

'Only because no one cared to listen.'

Loki couldn't meet the gaze of his new friend. 'Where are we?'

'A little place called Pudding Lane. Waiting for a big fire.' Mobius answered, 'There are a few nearby tavens that might be a little more your style with some good old fashioned mead.'

'Mead!' Loki sighed, 'A roasting pig and it could almost be Asgard.'

'Shall we grab a drink?' Mobius offered, 'see if my weak mortal constitution can hold up with your greater god one?'

'Whatever as long as there are drinks.' Loki huffed. He followed Mobius into a taven and watched as the man ordered a dozen pitchers of mead. 'Even Thor would struggle to drink that much and he is an oaf.'

'Then it shouldn't be a problem for you, the superiour brother.' Mobius joked.

Loki glared at him, but did not answer him. Choosing to down two of the pitchers. As Mobius neatly sipped from his first. His eyes wandered over to a man playing the piano as others sang along to a song with very explicit lyrics.

'Do you enjoy singing?' Mobius asked.

'I did once, when there was something worth singing about. A great battle. A victory worth celebrating. We used to tell stories in song. If I hadn't been born a Prince I think I would have become a performing bard. Telling the tales of long ago.' He looked wistful for a path that could never be his.

'You can be anything you want to be. Even good. Even a bard or maybe they call them actors now. Just in case someone ever told you differently.'

Loki snorted, polishing off another flagon. 'Im sure your sacred timeline disagrees. I know my glorious purpose now! To see all those I love die and then die myself. Cold, alone, in space.'

'Let me worry about the sacred timeline.' Mobius reassured him.

'That sounds like a cop out. I thought you all lived for the sacred timeline. All born of the timekeepers. Their puppets to enjoy!'

'Loki' Mobius warned.

Loki sighed again, draining as much mead as he could as quickly as he could. Watching the rowdy singing around the tavern.

'Why don't you take a turn up there?' Mobius suggested.

'I think I will.' Loki replied, dragging his tired bones up. Taking a mead bottle with him, swaying slightly as he went.