#mobius fluff

The Norse god encouraged himself as he stood in front of what looked like his friend's house in his original timeline. Loki adjusted his hair and the lapels of his brown jacket as he headed towards the residence.

"Alright guys, new rule, any toy I find lying around goes in the trash unless you pick it up, understand?"-Don's voice thundered

Don picked up the toys while challenging his children. When he went to grab a little soldier he saw that it was slightly melted

"It's burned? Yep is burned. Tell me who burned it?"

His son Kevin was sitting with his back to him while he seemed to be holding something in his hands. When he turned around, his father saw that they were matches.

"Kevin who gave you those matches?"

"I stole them"-He said with a mischievous smile.

Loki was approaching the sidewalk but didn't want to interrupt when he heard a woman's voice from the kitchen that disconcerted him.

"Come on children, obey your father!"-You exclamed

"You heard your mother, give me the matches Kevin"

Mother? Was Don married? With who?

Suddenly the boy stood up laughing and ran away with the box of matches in his hand without paying attention to his father.

"No Kevin! Come back here! Ugh, dear please come and put some order!"

Don looked towards the house to see his pretty wife coming out. She was wearing a white apron and her hands were wet from washing the dishes.

"He doesn't want to listen again, does he?"

"You know him well, my love"-He sighed

You fixed your hair and put your hands around your mouth like a horn and screamed.

"Sean, come here for a moment, honey!"

From the backyard a boy came running, just as blonde as the previous one but taller.

"Please go find your brother, sweetheart."

"And what will you give me in exchange?"-the boy asked hopefully

You looked at him seriously as you tilted your head and put your arms on your hips. Sean quickly erased his smile and trotted off to look for his little brother.

"They always obey you, I don't know how you do it"-He said somewhat disappointed with his hands on his hips.

You laughed and placed a kiss on the corner of his lip, grabbing his cheeks with both hands.

"You're too soft sweetie, you have to stand firm with them"

Loki, who until now had only limited himself to contemplating the scene from afar, could not believe that he had found you. He was just hoping to see Mobius but you? The last time he had seen you, you were an Avenger living in Avengers Tower. He certainly didn't expect his friend to be married but much less to you. Now the god of mischief was hesitating whether to approach or not, he felt that he was the third party there and he did not want to disturb that peace that Mobius felt with you, you two seemed so happy.

"Come on Loki, the loom is in danger, you have to do it."

After encouraging himself again, he shortened the distance and when he least expected it he was in front of the two of you. Loki cleared his throat. You and Don were surprised and looked at him.

"Uhm, sorry to interrupt you but…"

"Hey I remember you, you were the guy from the store"

"What are you talking about Don?"-You asked

"Don?" -Loki also asked.

The gray-haired man addressed his wife. "Oh love, I hadn't told you, I ran into him at the store and he wanted to buy a jetski."

"Yeah well, actually that wasn't what-"-Loki said nervously.

"Oh how lovely! Don't worry, Don has a lot of jetskis and he's the best at selling them."-You said while your husband looked at you with love

"I don't doubt that, ma'am, but…"

"Oh my name is Y/N by the way."

"Yes, yes I know, I…"

And there Loki bit his tongue. He shouldn't have said that but he was getting impatient. Now he would have to explain where he knew you from.

"Excuse me? How do you know her? We've never seen you before."-Don said a bit jealously as he circled your waist.

"No, I didn't mean that I knew her, it's just that… she looked like a person I used to know and her name was similar, just that"

You and Don looked at each other in confusion as Loki swallowed hard and wrung his hands.

"Listen I know this will sound strange but you don't belong here, Don isn't even your real name, it's Mobius. Look, you were in a place outside of time called TVA and you worked there along with other people including me, the thing is that a thing called the time loom exploded and I need your help to repair it"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows while your husband seemed to frown. You had heard that there were several not very sane people near that neighborhood and you were afraid that he was one of them. Although something in his desperate and worried face made you think that maybe he didn't have bad intentions. Don looked at you to see if you were okay and when he looked back at Loki and opened his mouth to ask him to leave, his two sons came running.

"Mama, mama Kevin doesn't want to give me the matches!!"

"I just wanted to return them to the kitchen first!!"

All traces of concern in the two of you dissipated when you heard your children. With a smile you turned to see them and crouched down to their height.

"Sean, Kevin, what did I tell you about fighting?"

"That it's not right and things should be fixed by talking"-they said in unison

You looked at them proudly and nodded "Very good boys, now Sean you have to trust your brother more and Kevin your intentions are admirable but also tell your brother what you are about to do, okay?"

"Yes mom"-they said

At all this Don looked at you smiling and with great admiration and affection reflected on his face. Loki looked at him and realized that he could not separate him from this life, here he was really happy. He would have to fix the loom in another way. You stroked your children's hair and then they turned to Loki with curiosity.

"Hello sir, what is your name?"

"I-I am Loki"

Kevin was surprised "Like the Norse god?"

"Exactly" -Loki smiled.

"I'm Kevin but everyone calls me Kev and this is Sean"-said the youngest pointing at his brother

"Adorable names"-Loki said humbly.

You watched the scene with a warm smile as you began to think that this Loki guy wasn't as bad as he seemed. Appearances can be deceiving, they used to say

"Alright guys, don't bother the man anymore and go inside"-You said

They listened to you and ran away while Don couldn't stop laughing.

"Kids, right?"

Loki already seemed more relieved and allowed himself to let out a soft laugh while shaking his head. If his friend was happy, so was he.

Don clapped and rubbed his hands. "Ok buddy, I'm sorry I can't help you with whatever you need, but my wife, my kids and I have to go eat."

"Oh please, I understand. I apologized for taking up your time."

↳ eventually you got moved to a cubicle and everyone was whispering saying ‘Mobius looks like a lost puppy, have you seen him?’ You shook your head and they explained that he had gotten very fond of you at the front desk, so when you moved he thought something had happened to you. Since then you made it your #1 priority to find him and let him know that you’d been moved. Speed walking through the hallway, you looked right and left at every off-shooting hallways from the main one. Next thing you knew you ran right into him, tripping over your own feet, but instead of falling you found his hands against the back of your arms, keeping you upright, “now I see why they keep you behind a desk,” he said teasingly, before you went on to explain where you’d been relocated to.

Surprises — since you don’t get to leave the TVA, Mobius started bringing back small little items from different worlds and time periods for you. Usually Ravonna gets to keep the big things, that’s why Mobius made sure to give you things that he could slip in his pocket and manage to sneak over to your cubicle with. Sometimes its something that lasts, like a small snow globe, jewelry, books, postcards, etc. Other times it’s something fleeting, like a flower, a scented candle, a snack, etc. While he himself enjoys some of the cool stuff he picks up, he far more prefers the joy that lights up your face when he comes to the corner of your cubicle and hands you something new. There’s nothing like the way you gasp and look up asking, “what is it?” eager for an explanation.

Lunch — the TVA is always so bust, naturally, that you don’t really get time together aside from brief moments when you visit each other’s cubicles, so lunch has become a special time. You meet at the exact same table, usually at the exact same time. When he’s late you get nervous that something’s happened to him, when you’re late, he worries that you’ve found somebody else. However you both always wind up at the same table, never more than 5 min late.

↳ you both apologise when you’re late though. || “sorry,” he winces apologetically taking a seat across from you. / “it’s fine, don’t worry,” you assure him. / “I know you worry though,” he gave a knowing look, and you relaxed your shoulders giving a smile that told him he was right and you were just glad he was safe, Mobius reaches his hand across the table and you take it, “thanks for ordering for me,” he strokes his thumb against the back of your hand. || “sorry, sorry,” you say quickly walking up to the table, Mobius stands to pull out your chair for you even though it’s just the cafeteria. “It’s okay, no rush,” he smiles, beyond happy you showed up. / “the printer on the 15th floor is the slowest thing in the world,” you said a little out of breath, and he exhaled the breath he was holding

He’s a total softie — despite being pretty fearless and witty with missions and variants, he’s an absolute sweetheart. He’s got a soft spot for the vintage things and tradition, like opening doors for you, pulling your chair out for you, and standing when you enter a public space. He remembers birthdays, anniversaries (even the small ones like “I-first-met-you-day”), dates, and the little things. || again, despite being pretty tough when it comes to dealing with variants, he’s definitely in touch with his emotions and they often control his impulses more often than not.

Goodbyes — since Mobius focuses on the particularly dangerous time criminals, you can’t deny that sometimes you get nervous about him going out in the field. He usually goes to investigate the aftermath, but regardless you’re aware that it could be dangerous, you never know. So, you make it a point to be there before he goes. “Just- be careful, okay?” You ask, fiddling with his tie. / “I’m always careful,” he says with a chuckle, you perk an eyebrow with a questionable quirk of your lips, “alright, I’ll try harder, only for you though.” Some of the other agents are a little jealous that he has someone to see him off.

↳ when he comes back he always finds you, wherever you may be. You wrap your arms around his neck and sigh his name with relief. “It’s been so long, I was so worried,” you admitted. / He chuckled, “I’ve only been gone an hour.” / “Not here, it’s felt like-“ / “days,” he nodded, remembering the time change from TVA time to other times. With that he drew you back into a hug and held you for a while longer. Somehow moments like these never lasted long enough, no matter the time.

Mobius had been picking up more and more hours after the Loki Variant escaped. He had been working day and night to find them and bring them back to the TVA. He had been scouring over files, time traveling all over history, spending hours that turn into days on this case.

He didn’t have to tell you he’s tired. You could tell. The bags under his eyes, his shaky hands, rereading the same pages for 20 minutes straight because he just couldn’t process the information. Something that was a positive outcome of this was he didn’t have time to shave or cut his hair. The hair on his head had grown out and is now long enough to brush his ears, and a pleasant five o’clock shadow has appeared along his jawline and up his cheeks.

Your fingers twitch with the urge to touch the stubble, feel the stratchiness of it against the soft skin of your hand but you know there are more important things to do right now.

One of those being getting Mobius to bed.

You clear your throat, leaning forward on your elbows to gain his attention. He doesn’t even look up from his file.

“Mobius?” You prompt, and still no answer. You reach out your hand, snapping in between his face and the file. “Mobius.”

He startles, rubbing his eyes to clear his mind as he looks at you finally. “What, Y/n?”

“It’s time for you to take a break.” You tell him, standing up and rounding the table to stand next to him. He shakes his head rapidly, opening his mouth to protest, but you stop him by grabbing his hands and bringing them to his face. You cup his cheeks with his own hands, and he looks sort of confused.

“You have a stubble, Mobius. You haven’t stopped working on this case in weeks. Your hair,” You reach out, tucking a strand behind his ear, “Is in desperate need of a cut.” His hands drop from his face with you no longer holding them there, so you replace them with your own, gently running your thumbs under his eyes. “You look like you haven’t slept in years. Please. Take a break, replenish yourself. You can return to this after you’re fully recharged, I can promise it will all still be here when you get back.”

Mobius holds your gaze for a few moments before his eyes slowly slide shut and he relaxes into your hold. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He allows you to gently guide him back to your shared quarters and barely notices as you remove his pieces of clothing one by one and then replace them with sleeping clothes. You lift the blankets, and he gets under them on his own, scooching over to the other side of the bed. He lifts an arm, and you realize he wants you to get into the bed with him.

You pull off your shoes, suit jacket and then climb under the covers, nuzzling up close to him.

He yawns, wrapping an arm tight around your middle as he says, “I know I’ve been busy lately, and I’ve not had time for you and I’m sorry my love.”

Dropping his hands from his hips, he looked around, made one quick sweep behind your desk, just for good measure, but found no trace of you. Pausing for a moment to think, he went through the check list: it wasn’t your day off, it wasn’t lunch hour, it wasn’t a staff meeting day, etc. He hung around only for a moment, before heading off to his cubicle. You had a habit of dropping by, and he figured with all the praise for the new office, you might want some place to hide. He half expected to find you waiting for him there with a “there you are” smile across your lips, but stepping around the corner, hand on the glass half-wall, he found his chair as he had left it: empty.

Setting a hand on his hip, he tapped the top of the half-wall that cornered in his cubicle. Closing his eyes and dropping his head with a smile as if to say “right, of course,” he had one more place to check and headed for the elevators. Down, down, down, each ding resembled a level and it seemed to go on for quite some time, but finally he was there: Level 4. The golden doors slid open and immediately a sweet, but faint, aroma of cookies and cake batter occupied his sense of smell. It wasn’t enough to make one nauseous, just enough to feel like a comfort. The gentle sound of soft melodic harps were played on the level. He nearly ran into a cotton candy coloured cloud on his path.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to the level’s conference room, he found it’s soft velvet lined chairs unoccupied, but heard a familiar mumbling. It was numbers, months, days and smooshed together with “ifs, ands, buts, ors” between phrases. The occasional sniffle and heavy sigh followed by a shallow inhale was easily heard as well. Shutting the door behind him, he circled the table and found exactly what he was looking for. Sitting criss-cross on the floor, surrounded by two stacks of files, and papers sprawled out in every direction, he found you in an old TVA sweatshirt people were given during training days. 

“If B-15 could be there in twenty minutes, the fifteen minute break wouldn’t need to be a concern, but- but,” you were mumbling through apparent tears, but wiping them away in time to keep them from falling onto your papers.

Standing a few feet away, as to not startle you, Mobius watched the scene play out, repeating: mumbles, tears, wipe, sniffle, scribble-scribble, move paper; mumbles, tears, wipe, sniffle, and so on. Only once did he see you lean back against the glass wall, pen in hand, fists pressed to your temples, as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to take deep breaths. He opted to move in after witnessing your distress.

“Hey there,” he started, soft tone as always, catching your attention without startling you.

“Hey,” you managed in a hoarse tone, wiping your eyes now with both hands gently, before looking up at him from where you sat, “did you- do you need me to sign something?”

Your eyebrows were furrowed and lips slightly parted, tear stains obvious even though they were currently absent and now absorbed into your sweatshirt sleeve, leaving little dark blobs in the fabric. It was a look that seemed to say if he said yes you would shatter and only prove that you’d already forgotten something pertaining to your new job.

A sympathetic smile came to his face, “no,” he shook his head, “I don’t need you to sign anything, Sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you said almost silently.

“But I would like you to tell me what’s going on,” he stated.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you played it off, glancing back down at your paperwork, but you couldn’t repress a quick sniffle, to which you, as casually as you could, wiped your top lip with the edge of your rolled over sleeve.

“Honey, you’re crying on Level 4,” Mobius said with loving honesty, and a tender chuckle.

“So?” You asked, tilting your head just enough to see him.

“This is the Sweet Dreams level,” he took his hands out of his pockets to gesture to the glass window, “there are literally sheep, ridiculously fluffy sheep, jumping over fences in a time loop. The air smells like a fresh bakery, clouds float down the hallway, the sound of harps are somehow everywhere. I’m pretty sure they have a teddy bear for a secretary. . .,” he paused furrowing his eyebrows and looking down, “how does that work? They don’t have fingers do they- no, that’d be creepy.”

That managed a small laugh from you, bringing his attention back to you, “so, come on, talk to me.” 

You leaned your back against the glass pane, staring straight down at all your paperwork, “I know I should be happy, overjoyed, excited, but. . .I’m not,” you shrugged, feeling the tears well in your eyes, “I’m scared, really scared.” 

With that, the wave of emotion hit again, there was always something about finally speaking your feelings aloud to another soul that forced you to feel the weight of them. Covering your mouth with your hand and squeezing your eyes shut, attempting to halt the full on tear attack, you heard a loving “aw, honey.”

Next thing you knew, Mobius was sitting next to you, opening his arms to you. Gladly accepting, you took a few minutes to cry it out in his embrace, he hushed you and reassured you that it was okay and not to worry about soaking his favourite tie. He just held you until you raised your head and took a deep breath, his arm was still around you, now slipping to rub your back as you straightened up.

Seeing you cry hurt his heart, but he knew this was a needed, necessary, long overdue cry. He brushed a thumb featherlike across your wet eyelashes and kissed your forehead while you composed yourself best you could.

“You wanna talk about that?” He asked with a half smile and tilt of the head.

You nodded, smiling to yourself that you let yourself get to this point. Setting your hands in your lap, you used your hands to talk, interlacing them and unlacing them, opening them and clenching them, spinning them, and so on, as you did when nervous or stressed.

“I know this promotion is a positive, I know that,” you started as if convincing yourself still.

“Right,” Mobius nodded, hanging his wrist over his bent knee.

“But,” you inhaled, “the change is scary. I’m farther away from you, I’m in a new location, with new people, new assignments, and that is kind of terrifying. I know I was picked for a reason, but if i get this wrong, I could screw up so much stuff, that has a lot of consequences, for more people than just myself. If all goes well no worries, BUT if something, one thing goes wrong. . .”

He let you take a breather without interruption.

“I want this, I’ve wanted this,” you admitted, looking down at your hands in your lap, “but now that I’m here, it feels so much scarier than I ever imagined. Now I’m asking myself: am I up for this? And if I’m not-”

Looking up, your eyes were lined with tear drops ready to fall like rain. Mobius tilted his head sympathetically telling you ‘it’s okay.’ 

Tilting your head back, you tried even harder to keep them from falling. Laughing, you sniffled, pressing the bridge of your nose with both fingertips, “this is pathetic right? I’m pathetic for thinking like this, right?” You mumbled into your hands.

“No,” Mobius started, sincerely, “no, you’re not. It’s natural to dislike change, good or bad, it’s still forcing you to change, which we are creatures of habit, so there’s nothing wrong with being scared about the uncertainty ahead.”

Looking at him, you rolled your head almost against your shoulder with a ‘really or are you just saying that?’ expression.

“I’m serious,” he started again, shaking his head, “you know what happens when things change, it can be dangerous, it can be good, but it always takes time to get used to. New things are scary, but you’ve got this. Don’t put the pressure on yourself to be perfect though, some of the best things happen when we aren’t perfect. But, if anything happens, I’ll take the blame.”

You smiled, “you’re technically not in my department.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Mobius shrugged, “I get in trouble enough that I know how to get out of it.”

You leaned into him and hummed, knowing his statement was all too true. He kept you close with one arm still reaching around your frame. Change could be good, you knew that to be true as well by just looking at the person next to you; you swore you’d never fall in love, and yet it was the best change you’d ever experienced. 

“So, what is all this?” he stretched out his legs, crossing one heel over the other and pointed to your paperwork labyrinth. 

“Well, this is everyone’s schedule,” you gestured to everything, “based on the daily reports that are submitted to me from everyone and every department, so far I’ve managed to schedule three months out-”

“Three months?” Mobius said with a shocked laugh, “wow, I haven't even submitted my paperwork for today. . .I’m gonna get a pass on that though right?”

You looked up to find him already looking at you, there was no way you could deny him that, “yes,” you agreed, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips, which he obviously saw coming and was prepared to respond to. Your smile broke the kiss, pulling back you glanced up through your eyelashes.

“See,” he whispered, softly shaking your shoulder, “you’re already helping people out.”  You closed your eyes and laughed, leaning further against his chest. Kissing your temple he said in a more serious and confident tone, “you’re gonna do great.”

“I love you,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around him.

He’s cautious about everything — not worried, just cautious. Since the TVA has several stories, he’s no longer sure about you working on the higher floors, he just feels like they’re dangerous. And at the same time, he doesn’t like the idea of you on the lower floors since then tend to be colder which could chill you. He even begins to question if the elevators are safe, with how fast they move and what not, but then again it’s better than the stairs.

↳ as a solution he manages to get a special TemPad from Ravonna that allows you to practically teleport with the doors instantly. Turns out it’s actually your favourite thing in the world, because now you can stop but his office every time there’s an update or new happening with the baby. Naturally a few times you’ve given him a jump scare, just showing up out of the blue. “Jeez,” he sighs, “I’ve created a monster.”

You don’t listen — seeing that he often asks you to "settle down" on doing some of the most basic things, you don't really listen. You still reach for that file a little too high for you. You keep your cutest pair of short heels, you wear your regular skirt, until you absolutely cannot button it any longer. "You know, I wish you would listen to me, just for once," he sighs, watching you push a chair across the room in order to stand on it and reach a file. "I've done this a million times, I think you're being a little sensitive," you state, "besides it's better than jumping to reach it, I used to do that all the-" / "You what?!" // Needless to say you can really stress him out, but he still wants you to have independence, so usually he just has to accept it.

Unabashedly reads prep / how to books — you've found him numerous time reading out loud to himself in his cubicle from pregnancy / what to expect books, although you find it ridiculous, having faith that you'll both be great parents without it, he gives you the "can't be too careful," and goes on his way reading them. You drew the line when he brought back a Medieval parenting guide from earth, into the trash it went ASAP. "That was a little dramatic," he winces.

Towards the end, he’s basically doing your job— after he saw you having to reach dramatically both up and down for a cabinet file he got a little concerned. It was official though when you dropped a file and had to make an attempt to pick it up about half-way through your 2nd trimester, the struggle was very real, but you managed with a bit of geometry and much effort. Needless to say he no longer sends his reports through your department, he takes them there himself.

↳ the next time you went to deliver files to their final resting place you were stopped on your way there. “Hey,” you smiled, stopping a little shocked at Mobius’ sudden appearance, “what’re you doing here?” You tilted your head. “You know, I was just thinking, man how fun is her job,” Mobius started, really selling it, despite you suspicious squint, as he put his hand on your back, “so I thought, hey,” he shrugged, “how bout you let me take these,” he slipped the files gently away from you, “up to the filing level, just- just for the thrill of it. Spice up my day.” // “Are- are you trying to keep me from doing my job now?” You had to smirk. // “What? No, I would never. I know you’re capable of everything your job requires,” He said, as he held the papers farther away from you when you reached for them.