Choose Your Burden

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

On this holy day of rest I offer you some religious smut.

Thank you @lokimobius @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @in-my-loki-feels for the tag :)

Loki stayed still and was, on all accounts, being very good while he let Mobius pad along his tongue and speak sweet nothings to him from above. His fingertips pressed harder into Mobius’ thighs and Mobius watched Loki slip into that obedient headspace he craved but never asked for. Mobius knew that being a god was demanding, and sometimes a god just needed to be told what to do under the guise of prayer. “Do you know what it feels like to have the mouth of a god on you?” Mobius questioned, gathering saliva across Loki’s tongue. He paused, eyes locked into Loki’s as he awaited an answer. Loki shook his head ‘no" and Mobius smiled with a haughty twitch of his lips.