Lokius C4

Loki groaned as the light beamed through his semi open eyes. Trying to bury his face in whatever he was laying on to get rid of the brightness. His head felt like it was on fire.

Mobius chuckled to himself, 'How's the head princess?'

Loki groaned again, uttering a string of Norse that didn't need translation to tell it was cursing.

'Yes, well my back doesn't feel that great either.' Mobius commented dryly.

Loki realised as he forced his eyes open that they were both on the floor. Mobius propped up against the wall, and he lain in Mobius's lap, hence the soft pillow. He tried to sit up and move away fast, but the human grabbed his shoulders holding him in place. 'Gently Loki or you will throw up. You drank extremely heavily last night.'

'I did not, I was just full. Very full.' Loki complained, reluctantly letting his would-be friend help him sit up. Leaning his head against the cool wall, his eyes closing as a wave of sickness washed over him.

'I noticed when you nearly puked on me in your sleep.'

Loki opened one eye to check that he hadn't disgraced himself by being ill.

'I said nearly, not that you were.'

'Why did you let me sleep, that is twice now? You are my jailer. It would be logical to exhaust me to gain knowledge.'

'I'd rather you gave any knowledge you wish to freely, and the word is friend.'

'Friends don't snatch you from the timeline and imprison you.'

'That was the TVA, not me.'

'You are the TVA.'

'I never said I agreed with everything they do.'

Loki found his head tilting to the side, leaning on Mobius's shoulder. It was comfortable through the throbbing pain.

'Are you going back to sleep?'

'No, I am in too much pain.'

Mobius moved Loki off his shoulder, stretching his back and standing up. He rummaged in the desk drawer, finding a box of pills. He took two and threw the container into Loki's lap. 'These will help, you probably want to take the whole bottle not sure how well they work on Gods.'

'Thank you.' Loki was surprised at the kindness but took the medication with the offered bottle of water. 'I smell like an ale house.' He complained.

Mobius pointed to a door in the back of the room, my sleeping quarters. There are fresh towels, plenty of warm water, I can get you some new clothes.'

"Why? You have no reason to be kind to me." Loki demanded.

"Because I can, because you deserve to be treated like a person and not like a monster. So, go shower while I get us some food."

"Your views on torture make no sense. There are much easier ways to get the truth out of others." Loki snapped.

"If I was trying to torture you, I would agree. Shower now." Mobius insisted, slipping out the door.

Loki checked it; the door was not locked. He followed Mobius into the office and checked the hallway door, also not locked. He stuck his head out the door, looking outside. There were a few TVA agents walking about, no one really paid any attention to him. Loki could run right now, betray the trust that Mobius was putting out in the guise of faking a friendship. Loki took two steps into the corridor thinking about running, trying to remember which way he had run last time before threatening Casey with gutting him like a fish. Before pausing, this didn't feel right.

He went back inside, finding the shower. Perhaps it was a good idea to freshen up now he didn't have his magic to do it for him. Loki stripped his clothing, throwing it into a hamper he found that looked like dirty laundry. Walking into the scented shower foam. He had to admit, the hot water felt good on his pounding head. Sighing as the water unlocked his tight muscles along his shoulders. He couldn't remember the last time he had bathed like a mortal. He found himself wishing there was a bathtub, lots of bubbles, a few candles and a naked Mobius to join him.

Loki cursed under his breath; he was getting it bad for his capture. There was a term for that on Midgard, he was sure of that and it was not a flattering one. Maybe he did need therapy. Or maybe he needed a good lay. From someone with eyes he could melt into. Loki towel dried himself trying to will his dick to play nicely, instead of the semi firm situation currently going on. Since when was he interested in sex in a way that wasn't for personal gain? Loki shook his head, before putting on the spare TVA uniform that Mobius had left hanging on the back of the door. Loki hated to say it, but he did actually like the uniform. It was green for a start, his own preferred colour and it suited him Made him feel a part of something again in ways he hadn't since the old days of fighting side by side with his brother, and Sif and the warriors three. Back in the days when he didn't know he was a monster.

He pushed away the darker thoughts hearing Mobius moving around in the main living area of the apartment. Mobius looked up as the raven-haired man walked in, "So, you didn't run. I'm impressed. Hungry?"

"I only stayed because my head hurt too much to run." Loki scoffed.

Mobius looked at him, gauging the truth or lie in his words. "Yeah, sure. Now come eat something princess, you must be hung over to all Odin right now." He moved back to show a table full of meat, cheese, fruit, and bread. Along with jugs of juice and coffee. "I looked into what food you ate on Asgard, I thought this might be more comforting to you in your fragile state."

Loki stared at the spread in sheer surprise. "You did all this, for me?"

"Of course, that's what semi dating friends do for each other."

It took Loki less than a second to grab the back of Mobius's neck, pulling him into a hungry kiss. Backing him against the table. His hands wandering to that tie, pulling it off before starting on the shirt buttons. Mobius's hands made their way onto Loki's waist pulling him closer, holding him there not allowing him to escalate the situation.

"Mobius, please." Loki moaned against the other lips.

He pushed the frost giant back slightly, his hand resting on the cool chest. "No Loki, not while you are hung over and upset. If we ever do go all the way. I want it to be because you truly want it, not because you are grieving and looking for any form of escape from the pain that you can find. I respect you far too much than using you for cheap sex."

"What if I want you to use me?" Loki demanded, trying to come back for another kiss. Hissing in frustration when Mobius held him back again. "I could kill you with my bare hands."

"Yes, you could and if you wanted to, you would have done it by now." Mobius commented, "Now, come and eat and then afterwards, how about a nice movie and some snuggles while we look through the rest of these files?"

"That sounds like another date." Loki complained.

"Yes, it is. A date full of snuggles for a man who is still grieving."

"I don't like snuggles."

"Sure, you don't"

"I am A God!"

"Yes, the God of Snuggles."