Loki was quiet for a few moments, eyes glued to where his life had just played out before him. It was weeks since he’d first been shown it and yet he couldn’t stop rewatching, the pain of it making him break even more. Glancing up at the man who had brought him in, Mobius he was sure he’d said his name was, and shook his head. “No. There’s nothing that I need...” 

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   they'd fallen asleep at the table at some point. scrawling notes upon notes in the margins of a few files, looking up bleary eyes when mobius placed a gentle hand on their back. realizing the notes they’d taken had started out legible and then faded into a pile of runes that ... well. they’d have to figure that out in the morning.

   but that didn’t matter. they weren’t going to sleep until they’d understood the break in the multiverses better. though the way mobius sternly held both hands at loki’s shoulders ( pressing thumbs into tense muscles that almost let an embarrassing noise because of how good it felt ) made them think that mobius was going to force them into bed one way or another.

    ❝ no, no, no, no -- no, mobius. i’m close to -- ❞ something. they weren’t sure what. but as they frantically pushed papers aside looking for one particular set of notes, mobius’ hands slide to hold their own. stopping them as he dropped a kiss to the top of their head.

‘ stop. beating. yourself. up. you’re doing the best you can. ’

   and loki almost lost it, there. swallowing hard around the lump in their throat as their eyes closed.

@mobisexual sent: “ what makes you think you're alone? “

The problem with Ravonna having more than two drinks, especially around Mobius, was that she got comfortable and had a tendency to share a little more than she meant. Sometimes it was goofy, useless chatter, like the time she pulled him into a one-hour discussion of which donut was the king of donuts and insisted that glazed buttermilk cake donuts deserved the crown. Other times, it was more deep and wistful, where they would talk about things like what it must feel like to live on the Sacred Timeline and have a normal life.

             @mobisexual​ sent:  ❝ Nice entrance. That was a solid 8 out of 10. ❞

“ Oh please, it was at least a 9 out of 10. How could I improve upon it? ”

Truthfully he’d have given it a 10, but felt like being a little bit modest for once.

                       @mobisexual​ sent:  ❝ After all these years, you’re still nothing more                                                                                          than an ignorant child. ❞