Summary: "'Come on, you're the God of Mischief. There's gotta be something that you can do.'" During a chance encounter with the TVA in the streets of New York, Mobius and Loki need to hide themselves. And Loki, as usual, has an idea up his sleeve. One-shot. Set in an AU from episode four.

A/N: I should probably note that I do NOT ship Loki and Mobius, but my half asleep mind wouldn't stop reminding me of this when I got up this morning. I blame that one scene from Winter Soldier, where Nat & Steve literally do the same thing to hide from Hydra. Anyway. Hope you Lokius shippers like this piece.

Creative Diversions

Casting an apprehensive glance over his shoulder, Mobius noted that the Minutemen were closing in on them, even if they'd yet to recognize them. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and refocused his attention ahead of him as he and Loki pushed through the crowd on the New York streets.

"How close are they?" Loki muttered.

"Too close." Mobius breathed back. "We need to get out of here."

"Hate to break it to you, but that's not happening in the next five minutes."

"Then...a distraction. Something. I can't open a Timedoor in front of all these people, Loki."

Loki let out a soft growl as someone rudely brushed against his shoulder, shoving past him through the mass of people swarming the road. "Why not?"

"'Why not?' Really?" Mobius frowned. "You know how big of a branch that-"

"-Mobius. That's not our problem." His companion cut him off. "You're not part of the TVA, not anymore. Stop trying to be nice to them."

"Being nice would be handing ourselves over to them. That's not happening." He returned. "But it doesn't mean I want to make anything harder for them, either."

"You're unbelievable."

"Come on, you're the God of Mischief. There's gotta be something that you can do."

Loki scowled, glancing over his shoulder. "I'm going to kill you, Mobius."

"What?" Mobius's brow furrowed, confused at the sudden threat. "Loki-"

Suddenly, Loki was in front of him, a flash of green transforming the god into a middle-aged woman as he forced them both to a halt. Before Mobius could ask what he was doing, Loki's lips captured his in a kiss that he had definitely not seen coming. He was too stunned by the abrupt turn of events to move away from it. His hands came up and rested on Loki's back as his companion's reasoning dawned on him, adding to the illusion of their disguise. He caught a glimpse of the Minutemen brushing past, not even giving them a glance of acknowledgement. He barely registered their movements before they were gone, slipping past them without incident.

The moment was broken only seconds later when Loki pulled away, transforming back into his own form and inquisitively cocking his head. "Well?"

"...Creative." Mobius murmured.

Loki grinned. "Why, thank you."

"Don't flatter yourself." He gave his arm a pat, offering an amused smile of his own. "Come on, let's get out of here."

"Right." The god offered a curt nod, grabbed his arm, and then they were off again.