Todays snippet comes from a fic I wrote when I was piss drunk back in 2024 - on AO3 already :’) lmao
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Loki blinked twice, feeling a rush of realisation crash into him like a comet; He was grotesquely hungover and had slept with Agent Mobius.
Whether they had simply slept the night together or not, it remained to be revealed, but Loki was convinced, feeling Mobius leg brush his naked inner thigh as the agent rolled into him.
Loki spied his and Mobius's clothes on the bedroom floor and gasped a bewildered chuckle.
No wonder he had a flash of memory of Mobius straddling him, and the taste of sweet hot cocoa and appalling apple spirit drinks on the other man's lips.
Loki was staring at Mobius as the analyst woke up, scraping sleep from his eyes, his grey hair sticking up at the back where the thick tufts knotted together during slumber.
"Oh...right," Mobius smiled charmingly, "Good morning?"
Loki pointed at Mobius's alarm clock, gesturing to the unhelpful array of multiple green and orange clock hands and the discordant rhythm of three ticks all tocking at once.
"Good...period of time?" He shrugged and Loki rolled his eyes without malice.
"I can't help but notice...we're both naked," Loki said quietly.
Mobius shuffled into a sitting position, the duvet gifting him some modesty. Loki did not disguise the salacious stare he gave Mobius's broad chest, silver hair at his diaphragm and pale freckles speckled across his abdomen.
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Please forgive the typos in it if you go and read the full thing, its aesthetic so I left them in PMSL







