thanks for the spark

by 19960821

“You ready to hit the beach?” Mobius grinned, a twinkle in his eye.

Loki’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

Words: 300, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Loki (TV 2021)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius

Relationships: Loki & Mobius M. Mobius, Loki/Mobius M. Mobius

"Sweet. You wouldn't like it," Mobius huffs, then shakes his head and hands it over. "Here."

Loki takes it gently and looks down at the paltry drink. The weight of Mobius' eyes bear into them as they take a sip, then promptly splutter.

"Told you," Mobius chuckles and grabs it back. He takes a large sip, leaving behind traces of chocolate on his moustache.

Before Loki knows what's happening, they're in Mobius' space, hand cupping his cheek and almost breathlessly asking, "May I?"

S2 Ep4 | @lokiusweek day 3

@lokiusweek Prompts: S2 EP4 / dessert / last kiss / possession

#if not gay then why?

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@lokiusweek Day 1: Cuddling / domestic

Lokius Week 2026 - Day 1: Domestic

Wandavision inspired AU! LokiusTV, your favourite program about the nordic god and the nowhere man trying to survive the exciting suburban life!

@lokiusweek Prompts: S2 EP6 / revenge / mystery / prayer

"Are you breaking up with me?"

At Mobius' blunt question, Loki spun around on the spot to stare at him. "What?" he demanded, "Why would you think that?"

Getting defensive, Mobius frowned and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, what else am I supposed to think? You've been acting weird and secretive lately, you've started going off on your own most evenings, you got us alone just now…" He gestured around them at the balcony overlooking the TVA that—sure enough—was devoid of all but them. "You got another explanation?"

For another few long moments, Loki continued to stare at him. Then, he rolled his eyes, huffed, and stuck his hand in his pocket. As he pulled it back out, he bent down on one knee, then revealed that what he'd pulled from his pocket was a ring box.

It was Mobius' turn to go bug-eyed and speechless.

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.