Lokius C7
Mobius stared after Loki as the portal closed, he knew he couldn't make it through in time, yet he still tried. Loki was all he had and Loki had betrayed him. And mouthing 'Come What May?' What fucked up little game was the trickster playing? He couldn't possibly mean it the way that Mobius needed him to mean it. Loki had done what A Loki always did. Betrayed. Mobius cursed himself for thinking things could be different. No Loki was trustworthy. He pulled out his own Tempad trying to locate any temporal energy that could indicate where the Loki's had gone. There was nothing, they were back to square one without an expert this time.
Hunter B-15 came up behind Mobius, about to make a sarcastic comment.
'Shut up' Mobius ordered, punching the buttons to return them back to the TVA so hard he nearly broke the machine.
'Mobius, you lost the Loki's. I told you that if anything went wrong it was on you.' Ravanna snapped as they returned.
'With the greatest of respects, shut the fuck up and leave me alone.' Mobius retorted, storming back to his office.
As soon as he was alone, Mobius slunk down the wall letting his tears finally fall. He could smell Loki's aftershave in the air. See the half drunk bottle of whisky stood on his desk. He couldn't even look at the spot where they had spent the night together cuddled up against the wall. Loki had been kept company through his melt down, but Mobius had no one to turn to. No one that he could admit the true feelings he carried deep inside. The TVA still had to think that he was loyal or the whole plan would blow apart. They had worked on this for far too long to risk it all being for nothing.
Mobius grabbed the whisky bottle, starting to drink from it himself. 'God damned Loki's' he muttered.
Some time later he stumbled into his living quarters. All he could smell was Loki's scent, mixed with the soap he had borrowed. There was a damp towel on the floor where Loki must have dropped it before the mission. Their plates from when they had eaten together. A stark reminder of what they could have had. He looked over at his bed, thinking what it could have been like to have woken up in Loki's arms every single morning. To live a life together. Teach Loki that anyone was worth redemption, however 'evil' they thought themselves, however bad a past they had. Loki had kissed him, but was too selfish to give them a real chance at something real.
Mobius ripped his tie off, grabbed a fresh bottle of whisky and headed off into the archives. They would be in a Ragnarok type event, he just had to work out which one. And when he did. Loki was going to regret breaking his heart.