#m;fic

"But not everyone can flaunt the body of a god, either.”

“You’re—“

Magnificent.

Loki bites the inside of his cheek, strong enough to taste iron, and turns around to pack up the medical kit. “You’re injured, Mobius, and this is your apartment. No one can stop you from doing as you wish.”

Everyone had been worried - worried sick about Ten and the whole situation. If he'd join the military or not, if he'd leave for two years or not.

But someone that worried more than anyone was Lee Taeyong.

AO3 | 6-Part Lokius Fic with Epilogue

A brown paper bag lands in his lap a split second before Loki drops back into the wicker chair beside him, licking a dollop of whipped cream off his thumb. The steaming cup is practically perfuming with the scent of chocolate. 

“What’s this?” Mobius asks with a glance down, folding the bag closed to save the treat for later instead of taking a peek or trying it now. 

“Bomboloni. They’re quite delectable.”

Mobius chuckles, because of course Loki has already tried one. “Introducing you to real sweets and candy was a bad idea.”

Wild curls caress his face as a melodiously shaky inhale cascades across the shell of his ear, arms wrapping desperately around his shoulders, and Mobius leans forward, giving his all in return until their hearts are nearly aligned.

Nearly, yet not quite.

Not quite.

When this Mobius—wrong, wrong, wrong—lifts tentative hands to Loki’s sides, salty tears drip down unbidden to soak into brown wool. “I take it you’re not gonna stab me with that sword, huh?”

A sob scratches his throat. Shaking fingers stutter and claw at coat sleeves, struggling for purchase, for stability, and the variant relaxes against him despite what must be a terribly bruising touch. Loki knows he should be more conscious of that, but he can’t help it. He can’t let go.

There, the tie. Moderately pulled down, a touch askew.

Mobius tends to tug on it when he's tired, a subconscious longing to be rid of the workday and perhaps with it the uniform. Not that Loki has paid much attention. It's just always a bit distracting, for every time he tugs on it the action is accompanied with a sigh, as if he's really making a show of it and yet he never seems aware that he is.

Another provoking quirk.

Loki switches gears to a familiar ploy. "I mean, it is adorable…" One long step, and he's in the agent's space, fingers curled around the tie, head bent to the task—

And then his brain short-circuits.

“No, there’s nothing to worry about tonight,” Mobius decides, leaning back on his heels to shed his shirt. Those are problems to face outside of this room, later, but not yet. Right now, it’s just them. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay? Scoot up.”

A delighted spark brightens the god’s eyes as surprise overtakes concern, trusting his assurances entirely. “Really? What happened to the agent that loathes the wasteful nature of baths?”

“He enjoys the sight of his lover in one more.”

for @lokius-events Valentine’s Day steamy prompt: Bubble Bath