#caring mobius

He walked over and asked softly, "Loki, sweetheart... Are you okay?"

He turned the light on low and sat on the edge of the bed.

Loki turned to him with a groan, "I'm cold... and hot... Mobius, I don't feel good."

Mobius leaned over to him, putting his hand on his forehead.

"Loki, you're burning up sweetheart."

He leaned over and kissed his forehead.

'"Hmmm..." moaned Loki, "...feels good."

"This?" asked Mobius, kissing him gently on the forehead again.

"Hm... yes... your lips feel fresh..." sighed Loki.

Mobius gently ran his hands through Loki's hair, removing the strands stuck to his cheek by sweat.

Loki grunted in contentment again, but Mobius noticed the shiver that ran through him.

He said softly as he removed his hands from Loki's hair, "I'll take care of you my love. You'll be fine." After one last kiss on Loki's forehead, he stood up and headed to the bathroom.

Loki couldn't help but complain about the loss, "Don't go..."

"Aw sweetheart, I'm just going to get what I need. I'll be back in a minute. I promise," Mobius said. He waited for Loki's confirmation to make sure he understood before he left the room.

He returned a few minutes later with a small basin of Lukewarm water, a glass of water, a washcloth, pills and a folded bed sheet. He put everything on the nightstand, and knelt down to be at Loki's eye level.

He said softly, "Since your fever is quite high, the most important thing is to bring it down slowly."

Loki wanted to argue that he was cold, rather than too hot, but Mobius began to undress him gently and just the feel of the slightly cooler air in the room on his bare skin made him feel so good that he kept quiet, having only the strength to accept being pampered.

Mobius made him sit up a little to take off his shirt, then raised his hips to take off his pants and finally he removed his socks one by one, leaving Loki with only his underwear. He made him lie down on his back in the middle of the bed.

When he was sure that Loki was lying comfortably he unfolded the bed sheet he had brought and put it at the foot of the bed.

Mobius rolled up his sleeves and sat on the edge of the bed.

He took the washcloth and dipped it in the water. He wrung it out and then applied it to Loki's face first, starting with the forehead. Loki shuddered at the contact of the washcloth which seemed cold on his burning skin and could not hold back a small moan to escape from his lips.

"Shhh sweetheart, it's just until your skin gets used to it." Mobius gently ran the damp washcloth over Loki's entire face and neck, wetting and wringing it out regularly.

"I'll continue with your arms, you just do nothing, relax and take it easy," Mobius insisted gently, lifting one of Loki's arms and passing the wet washcloth all the way down, still in the same soft, gentle way, not putting any pressure. The silence was only interrupted by Loki's contented sighs and Mobius' soothing humming. He repeated the same movement with his other arm, his chest and finally his legs. Each time, he warned Loki of the part of the body he was going to take care of so that his lover wouldn't be startled by the contact of the cold washcloth.

"Loki, sweetheart, are you still with me?" asked Mobius softly as he just finished the second leg.

"Hmm..." murmured Loki simply as Mobius took off his shirt.

"Good..." replied Mobius as he climbed onto the bed, "I'll finish by running the washcloth over your back."

He sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed, then gently pulled Loki towards him, "Loki love, I know you don't want to move, but slide up just a little and sit against me."

Loki obeyed without protest and even sighed with relief when his burning back came up against Mobius' much cooler chest.

"Wait a little bit, love."

Mobius bent down and picked up the small basin and placed it next to them.

"Now lean forward a little, sweetheart."

Loki leaned forward, his hair falling on both sides of his face.

Humming softly Mobius ran the washcloth over his back a few times before setting it down in the basin and pulling Loki against him again.

Loki leaned his head on Mobius' shoulder and whispered, "Thank you love."

Mobius reached over and pulled the light sheet he had brought over the two of them to cover them.

"Will you stay with me?" Loki couldn't help but ask.

Mobius pressed his lips to Loki's already slightly less burning forehead, and whispered, "Yes sweetheart, even if my work day wasn't over, even if the timelines were to be in chaos, there's nothing that would stop me from staying here with you to take care of you."

Loki sighed as he turned a little and snuggled up to him, "I love you."

Mobius replied, "Good thing you already told me that when you were fine, otherwise I'd think it was the fever making you talk."

Although exhausted and half asleep, he felt Loki's little laugh against his chest, "You fool. When I get better, I'll show you how much I love you."

Mobius tightened his arms around Loki and pressed a kiss to his hair, whispering, "I can't wait for it, sweetheart, sleep now."

Mobius stayed awake until he was sure Loki was sleeping peacefully before he let himself be swept off to sleep.

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He put down his coffee and walked quickly towards Loki, "Hey sweetheart, are you okay?" he could see that it was not the case, Loki was pale and his eyes were shining and feverish.

Just as he was about to answer, he started to cough violently.

Mobius approached again and put his forehead against Loki's.

"Loki, you're burning up! Come on, I'll take you back to bed." He guided him to their room and helped him lie down gently, adjusting the pillows behind him. He went to boil some water to make tea and returned with a wet cloth.

He sat on the edge of the bed and placed the cloth on Loki's forehead, gently pushing his hair strands behind his ears.

"Mobius, I..." Loki paused because of a coughing fit and thought when it subsided, "It will be okay love, you don't have to do all of this for me."

"I do, but not because I have to, because I want to. I want to take care of you, Loki." He gently stroked Loki's head and went to finish making the tea.

He came and took it to Loki, he helped him to seat. "Drink it slowly, it's very hot."

Loki blew on it and waited a little while before drinking.

"Hmmm, that feels good." he said softly enjoying the warmth of the beverage on his inflamed throat. "What's in it?"

"Sage, thyme and a little honey."

"It's delicious as well as effective, thank you love." replied Loki before taking another sip.

Once he had finished, Mobius put the cup on the bedside table and helped him to lie down again, then covered him.

He went to refresh the wet cloth and put it back on Loki's still warm forehead.

He took a book and went to sit next to Loki on the bed and began to read aloud.

"But... Mobius, work?" interrupted Loki.

"I took the day off to take care of you. And there's no need to even think about objecting." Mobius took one of his lover's burning hands and kissed it before resuming reading.

After a few pages, Loki, who was dozing, moaned slightly.

Mobius, worried, put the book down and asked gently, "Loki? What's wrong?"

"I have a headache."

Mobius went to get what Loki needed and helped him swallow an aspirin tablet with a glass of water before tucking him in again.

An hour later, Mobius woke him up to make him drink and check his temperature and was relieved to see that he was a little less hot than before.

He renewed the wet cloth and pressed a kiss on Loki's forehead before applying the wet cloth again.

Loki, exhausted, still answered him in a voice muffled by the comforter, "Thanks love."

Mobius continued to watch over Loki all day, making sure he remained hydrated and that his fever subsided, rubbing his back every time he was shaken by a coughing fit.

It was long after dark when he headed to the kitchen to make some soup. While it simmered, he went to make himself comfortable for the night. He ate a quick sandwich and took two mugs of soup to the bedroom.

When he arrived, he saw that Loki was stirring in his sleep and was moaning with a hoarse voice, "Stay with me... Mobius... don't leave me."

Mobius hurriedly put the cups down on the nightstand and went to slide in next to Loki then wrapped his arms around him and whispered softly, "Shh, it's okay sweetheart, I'm here now."

"Mobius."

Loki moaned, burying his face in the crook of Mobius' neck, his body already relaxing in Mobius' arms.

He couldn't remember the fever-induced nightmare, but he still felt the sense of loneliness and sadness and held onto Mobius, shaking slightly.

"I know, baby, I know. I'm here, I'm not leaving you."

This wasn't the first time Mobius had taken care of Loki in this way when he wasn't well, but each time he was surprised at how gently Mobius treated him. Of course Mobius was always very loving with him, but in his past Loki was not used to be the object of so much attention except from his mother and it was always a balm on his damaged heart.

"Come on Loki, you need to eat something, I brought a mug of soup." whispered Mobius. Loki slowly raised his head, and nodded, sitting down against the headboard as Mobius arranged the pillows behind him again and then put the hot mug in his hands.

The warm soup soothed his sore throat as did Mobius' cool hand that hypnotically caressed his warm neck.

"Thank you." Loki whispered, a weak smile on his face that made Mobius want to protect and pamper him even more.

He placed a kiss on his temple and said softly, "The thank you is not necessary sweetheart.  I don't like knowing you're sick, but selfishly, I like that you need me."

Loki leaned his head on Mobius' shoulder and replied in his hoarse voice, "And I, even though I don't like being sick, I like it when you take care of me."

Mobius chuckled softly, "See, as usual, perfectly complementary."

Loki let out a sigh of satisfaction as Mobius put an arm around his shoulders.

After a moment, Mobius felt Loki's head grow heavy against him and saw that the cup was hanging precariously in his hand. He picked it up and put it on the nightstand and gently laid Loki down, who hardly woke up at all.

Mobius checked once more that Loki had no fever, then lay down beside him, taking him in his arms.

Loki sighed as he snuggled against him, "I love you."

Mobius pulled the covers over them, tightened his arms around Loki and pressed a kiss to his forehead, whispering, "Good night Sweetheart." ________

30 Days of Domestic Fluff - Lokius

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