Day 1 of @lokiusweek: domestic
Mobius can’t say when it happened.
Him and Loki becoming a domestic couple, that is.
He seriously can’t.
They’re not even a couple, at least not in that way. Sure, they’re a couple of hard workers in their own regards and sometimes a couple of idiots, but that’s about it.
But then the water pipes in Loki’s apartment – okay, basically the entire floor, affecting a lot of living quarters – had to burst about a week ago, flooding everything and leaving quite a few people homeless over night. While everyone was quickly sorted into temporary accommodations, Mobius naturally didn’t hesitate to offer Loki a place to stay.
And so it happened that Loki moved in with him.
To be honest, Mobius didn’t know what to expect. From watching Loki on the timeline for the better part of his existence the agent knows that while the god likes to cause mischief and chaos all around him, he can be pretty neat and organized at the same time. Leaving wet towels on the floor or messing up the kitchen after trying his hand in making some pancakes is seriously not Loki’s style.
Loki has opinions, of course, and those can sometimes turn him into a somewhat obnoxious roommate. He has a lot to say about Mobius’ caffeine consumption, his taste in movies, the scratchiness of the TVA blankets and the lumpiness of the agent’s couch. Loki has a lot to say in general.
But overall it’s surprisingly nice to have him around.
It’s also a little frightening, though, how quickly they fall into little routines. Not even three days have passed and they already find themselves swaying to a dance in the kitchen that feels weirdly natural. They’re grabbing mugs and bowls for one another, brewing the other one’s beverage just the way they like it, without even having to inquire once, and it just looks like they’ve been doing it this way for ages.
Their nighttime routine becomes even worse and Mobius realizes quickly that this can’t be normal. The manner they’re behaving, this back and forth without having to utter a single word, it feels intimate in a manner the agent can’t really describe.
So when on the fourth day, as they’re sitting on the couch and watching their nightly movie because this has become a routine of theirs as well, Loki casually links his fingers with Mobius’ like it’s the most natural thing in the world, Mobius smiles to himself and prays to whoever might be listening that it will hopefully take a stupidly long-ass time to repair those stupid pipes.
