Loki (fiorvalr) wrote in noexits, @ 2022-04-26 13:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread/narrative, marvel (tv/movies): loki laufeyson, ₴ inactive: mobius m. mobius 2, → week 035 (canon puncture) |
CANON PUNCTURE | DAY 3
At least it was something to take a walk in and not just a random hole-in-the-ground or something, an endless echo of white noise that felt like ice picks in the brain, stabbing through both ear canals. No wonder everyone on that other campus was completely insane. He thought about them sometimes - how they were doing, and if they managed to get their shit together. In many ways, he really hoped so.
He was wearing black pants, casual, and a long-sleeved shirt - something that he’d pulled from the theater trunk (part of the ‘fun’ roulette was seeing what you’d wear that week) and was clearly from the Disney days because it was olive-toned and marked with ‘Florida Original’ on the front. Being settled someplace actually meant being able to go shopping for clothes on the regular, and he’d quit resetting in the same brown suit which was scuffed from being sent to die had seen better days (and, yes, Loki and Sharon - he got the point, it wasn’t fashionable).
“It’s nice to get away from the television screen,” he said, arm wrapping around Loki’s. “Or...any screen. I think I was about to go cross-eyed. But I got a lot of data, so that’s good. Been productive, at least.”
“I’m glad the films have been useful,” Loki replied, although it was clear from his tone that he didn’t want to venture too far into that conversation. He hadn’t exactly been lying when he told Mobius that the films didn’t bother him. They didn’t. They didn’t because Loki had been there. He remembered what happened. And although it was startling to actually witness his mother’s death, he’d been aware of what happened to her. He’d already built up an image in his mind of what that must have looked like. It was more his fear of other people witnessing this piece of his history. Thor, in particular. He’d worked very hard to make Thor feel like they were friends. Like they could be brothers.
And the film that was circulating did not show Loki in a good light. Particularly with regards to his relationship with his brother.
Loki was a fucking mess back then. He wasn’t much better now, but he was better. At the very least a bit more wiser and a bit less selfish.
He tugged Mobius’s arm closer, leading him away from some brambly patches on the Green’s forest floor. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something. Do you remember a few weeks ago I was complaining of a headache?”
Loki stepped over a fallen tree limb. It looked as though something had chewed it off and he idly wondered what creature was capable of that. Maybe Alligator Loki? Doubtful it was dodos.
“I went to the clinic and had that delightfully handsome doctor perform a scan on me. Just to make sure.” Just to be certain the King of Space hadn’t done something devious that Loki had failed to notice. “He said he didn’t see anything though. Said it might be more psychological than physical.”
Loki shrugged like it was nothing.
“I remember,” Mobius nodded - he had been concerned then, but couldn’t possibly begin to suss out what the reason for a headache might be. Especially because the person in question was a god who didn’t have to deal with simple human ailments, simple aches and pains or little achoo’s.
And he wouldn’t go down the path of dissecting the meaning of what appeared on the television screens either - his conversation with Thor had been interesting, and Mobius knew that the two brothers needed to talk. It wasn’t really his place to poke his busted-up nose into that business (though he would if he had to, don’t get him wrong - only as a last resort, however).
Instead he scuffled along this path, though it was no set path at all, hand slipping down so he could weave his fingers with Loki’s - a stroll in the Green, how romantic. It actually kind of was. Made him think that they could possibly have more moments like these, but in a better wooded area. Maybe those mountains, like Loki said he wanted - Mobius would do just about anything to give him that and he was trying. Really hard. “Headaches being psychological makes sense though - or maybe...are you starting to remember things too? The way others have, recalling what their variants did?”
It was just a shot in the dark, but. Maybe that was the case. He was pretty sure Strange hadn’t come out unscathed from that sort of thing, bottled emotions aside.
Loki’s step faltered for a second when Mobius moved his arm to entwine their fingers together. It was such an odd sensation. There was a familiarity to it, as though they’d been holding hands for years, but there was also a kind of foreignness to the feeling. Not the physical touch in and of itself, but the emotional component that followed. That intimacy which lived beneath the skin and traveled the network of nerves to his figurative heart. Was that what it felt like for others? Did every touch elicit the spark of an electric buzzer in the soul? Or had Loki simply spent so much of his life devoid of this kind of affection that it felt like an attack on his system?
Perhaps it was both.
He gave Mobius’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Naturally I think he’s full of nonsense. Me? Suffer a migraine for psychological reasons? It’s absurd. Clearly his scanner is calibrated incorrectly. Or maybe he’s a quack.”
There was a mocking edge to Loki’s tone, but he was partly serious. He did think there was another reason for that dull throb at the back of his skull, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint what he believed it to be.
Loki shook his head. “I’m not remembering anything new. I mean … I did see quite a large portion of my counterpart’s history a few weeks ago, but that was different. I don’t think Derleth intends to give me any variant memories. I’ve been here for a long time and I haven’t been given anything. Well, just a sword.”
Another shrug. “It’s not important. I don’t need anything.”
Except maybe some stability in his life.
“Well, I trust him - he seems like a competent guy. And he has a nice face,” Mobius teased gently, shoulder bumping against Loki’s as they walked. “I think we all need something though, honey. We’re just too tired to think we can have those things.”
That was why he was trying so hard - Mobius wanted to break the loop so they weren’t caught in some kind of bear trap, forced to lash out the way they’d clearly seen their counterparts do; that would become them, eventually. But he also lacked a desire to return to his world. He didn’t want another time war, or to be left with the shambles, the broken pieces of a crazy facist organization after its leader was stabbed to death and his second-in-command left through a Timedoor in search of free will.
He wanted more walks like these, more holding hands, more simple moments where they didn’t have to worry about anything besides not burning whatever was baking in the oven of their forest home (they wouldn’t live in the city, most likely? If there were mountains, they could live in a quaint cottage at the foot of mountains where the air would taste like champagne) and Loki didn’t have Mysterious Headaches.
“I don’t think I can do much about the psychological part, if it’s that - but I’m here. And untangling it means you need a support system anyway, so, consider me a part of that.”
It would definitely be a home tucked in a forest at the base of the mountains. A place where Loki didn’t have to come face-to-face with too many people. A place where he could relax and try to form some semblance of a life that didn’t revolve around acquiring kingdoms, proving his worth, destroying lives, or forever being trapped in a circle of lies. Maybe it would be a cottage. Or maybe it would be a sleek modern abode cut into the wilderness. Regardless, Loki hoped it would be a place where he could finally be himself.
He wasn’t exactly optimistic about them being successful though. He didn’t let his pessimism show when he was around Mobius because he knew how important it was for Mobius to find a permanent settlement for them. He knew it was more than a dream for him. It was a necessity. But Loki wasn’t getting his hopes up.
He’d gotten his hopes up before. It hadn’t gone well.
“It’s an okay face. Not sure if I trust those spots though,” Loki said. A mood-lightening jest at the good doctor’s expense. Loki doubted the man would be insulted. He seemed to be the hopelessly cheerful sort. The Sunshine-On-A-Cloudy-Day kind of a person.
The sort that Loki could never understand.
Loki looked down at the ground when Mobius mentioned being his support system. A small, almost embarrassed smile crossed his lips. Hopefully hidden by the shadows cast by the canopy. He gave Mobius’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“I don’t even know what I’d do with myself if everything finally stopped and we were able to have the things we wanted. I don’t know what I’d be. What are the everyday options for a recently deceased supervillain?”
A recently deceased supervillain. That was definitely a way to put it. Mobius glanced at Loki, fondly amused. There were so many pops and cracks in the Green - it sounded kind of like a dying forest did, the way trees reacted to heat. But he knew it was just those odd critters scurrying about - he wondered if he’d catch a glimpse of any, yet they kept hidden pretty well. He could only see the results of what they’d done, like fallen branches or footprints or chunks taken out of tall tree trunks.
“Hmm - I’d say you can be whatever, whoever you want to be. But that kind of leaves it open, huh?” he grinned. “Well, you’d have a cat - your own cat rescue, maybe? All the feral kitties your heart desires. Or - something else. Maybe an interior design business. You could be a pastry chef, or you could herd sheep in the mountains because there would be mountains - anything, really.”
Mobius didn’t really know what he would do either, honestly - it was a lot to consider. He’d never made decisions for himself before and he was only now just starting to uncover who he once had been, and what had been important to him. The idea of figuring it all out was pretty thrilling, however. A new adventure.
Loki snorted a laugh at the idea of owning a cat rescue. He didn’t know if he was really the right person for that. He liked animals, but he didn’t know if he wanted to be surrounded by an army of feral felines. Although, that might be an interesting challenge. Loki had always felt a kind of kinship with cats because of their dispositions. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a strange choice for him.
When Mobius brought up interior design, Loki sent him a sidelong smirk. He supposed that was a compliment for the room Loki had created in Armitage Hall. That must have meant that Sharon had taken advantage of it already.
Good for her.
“If those are my only options then I guess I’ll go with shepherd. Can’t be any more difficult than herding Thor when we were children. And it sounds like something that would keep me busy.” And as long as Loki was busy then he wouldn’t have time to fall back on his old patterns. “And I love mountains.”
They were coming upon that particular area of the Green that Loki always tried to avoid. So he subtly maneuvered them to the right instead.
“Maybe I’d just do something creative. Become an artist. Write a book. Provided we go someplace where we have unlimited wealth. Otherwise you have to get a good job to support us both. I wasn’t made for minimum wage, you know.” Loki winked.
When Loki maneuvered them, Mobius went with it. His hand remained clasped with Loki’s, fingers still in that love knot - he didn’t plan to let go, not unless he had to or Loki let go first. In fact, he even used the grip to anchor in closer so he could scoot in and drop a kiss on the knife’s edge sharpness of his partner’s jawline, nibbling there just a bit too. It was such a delectable spot, who could blame him?
“An artist, an author - yeah, I think that works for you,” he mused, accent curling around the words. “I’ll do my best to bring home the bread. Unlimited wealth would be nice though, wouldn’t it? Plus coming home and you’re there. I wanna see your face everyday.”
The funny thing was, he could picture it - he was pretty sure that before, jokingly, he’d brought up a house with a white picket fence but he didn’t need that. A place together might be nice though, where they could just - do whatever they wanted to do. Have their own lives and space and then come back together again, because Mobius loved him and wanted to watch him flourish. It was a gut punch whenever they were set back - he hated that for the both of them.
The skin on his jaw warmed after Mobius kissed it. It was a prickly burn similar to coming into a warm house after being outside too long on a winter’s day. A tight tingling sensation that followed the path of nerves down his neck and into his shoulder. Loki didn’t return the kiss, but he didn’t shy away from Mobius’s affections either. He was finally beginning to grow more comfortable with their relationship in public. Slowly but steadily.
“There was a time when I used to entertain the idea of being some form of artist. Not that Asgard was in need of many more. There was already a surplus.”
Loki used to confine himself to his quarters, writing stories, drawing pictures, reading, painting, practicing various musical instruments. He learned the basics of numerous artforms in his royal lectures. Princes were supposed to be well rounded, after all. And while Thor practiced his swordplay in the courtyard, Loki would hide himself away in the library or the resident artist’s atelier or his mother’s gardens. It was a side of Loki that most people never got to see. Everyone always remembered the egocentric villain who raged destruction on Midgard. Nobody saw the little boy who believed in the fairy tales he read in books. The boy who’d imagined a million different stories of his own, with himself as the adventuring hero.
It was funny how fast things changed.
“You already see my face every day.” But Loki understood what Mobius meant. “Are you saying you want to live with me though?”
Loki raised an inquisitive brow. He’d never really thought of that as an option. Perhaps because Derleth wouldn’t even allow them to choose their own rooms. But Loki had never imagined moving in with someone. Certainly not someone he was in a relationship with. “I’ve never had my own place before. I’ve always lived in a palace full of people. Or here … Always sharing a room. I love you, but I truly cannot say how well we’d get along if we were confined to each other’s space day in and day out.”
Something glimmered on the ground and Loki stopped. He crouched down and brushed away some of the pine nettles to reveal a smooth stone. The light from the Void gave it an almost effervescent glow. A deep blue. Like something that should have been lying along the banks of a river. Odd. Loki slipped it into his pocket. Then he stood back up, one hand still held onto Mobius’s. He never let go.
“I suppose we will just have to see what opportunities are available to us in this new universe you’re looking for. Or maybe we’ll get lucky and land on a version of Asgard where I’m still in good favor. Then we wouldn’t have to worry about money or work. We could just live out our days in the lap of luxury.”
When Loki picked up the stone, Mobius paused to let him examine the find and slip it into his pocket (an interesting shade, that one, and who knew there were such treasures out here in the Green like this) - he stopped walking, but also didn’t start again. Not even when Loki continued, because did he just hear that right?
“You love me but you’re not sure we’d still get along if we were in each other’s faces all day?” he grinned, and it was a bright grin - rivaled the white glow of the Void itself, that eye-searing nothingness that buzzed quietly all around them while they were on campus. “Well, that does bring up a good point, I guess.”
He knew Loki loved him - but it was the first time he’d actually said it out loud and in such a casual manner to boot. Like it was so natural, so obvious, that it simply slipped free. Loki breathed and he ate and slept (sometimes) and he loved Mobius, see, no big deal. No flowery declaration of love required - no sonnet or poem (though Mobius had written plenty of those anyway; now he was getting a better idea of why Loki, a budding artist, appreciated that sort of thing).
Tossing his arms around his lover’s neck, he moved in to kiss him fully on the mouth. “I love you too - though we don’t have to live together if you don’t want to. I guess, yeah, we’ll have to see anyway. Maybe we’ll get lap of luxury after all.”
But he didn’t need it. Not when he had this - this was good enough.
It took Loki a moment. It shouldn’t have, but it did.
He’d started walking, but Mobius didn’t. And when he reached the full stretch of their arms he stopped at the tug, looking back over his shoulder in confusion. Even after Mobius paraphrased his words, Loki didn’t quite see what was so important that it required stopping and staring at him. It wasn’t until Mobius got that look in his eyes that Loki realized what he’d done.
Oh.
He hadn’t been paying attention. He hadn’t been thinking. He hadn’t been trying to withhold his feelings. He’d just said it without a care for the consequence. Of course, afterwards he felt a little guilty. Because even though Loki knew that Mobius knew, he did think it required a bit of ceremony. Or, at least, that’s what he’d always presumed. That he would have to make a big deal out of it. People did, after all. Make a big deal about those three words. It was part of the reason, albeit a very small part, Loki had taken such care not to say them. Not because they weren’t true, but because he wanted to do it properly.
Just another thing he’d messed u—
Loki blinked when Mobius threw his arms around him and kissed him on the mouth. He almost stumbled backwards in surprise. Wasn’t Mobius supposed to be upset? Shouldn’t he be disappointed?
No. Because Loki had finally done something right. He’d dropped the illusion.
He smiled against the kiss, waiting for Mobius to take the initiative to pull away. By then Loki’s arms were wrapped around him, shoulders slightly hunched in order to help Mobius reach his face. “I suppose we could live together if you really want to. But I want my own space. My own room. Some place where I can think without distraction. To read or to nap or to plan my next planetary attack.”
Loki grinned. “You know, the usual.”
“The usual,” Mobius agreed with a laugh, thumbs stroking along Loki’s cheeks. “I’m sure we can make that work - your own space, I mean. Maybe your own bathroom too. I hear that’s the key to a successful relationship.”
He understood and related to the need for space - they had all been living together in dorm rooms for so long (not to mention you needed your roommate’s permission for a lot of things - couldn’t just tell people to go in if you weren’t there, and so forth), sleeping and existing in such close proximity. Of course they were due for kind of a break with that - and freedom. Whatever that meant. Mobius would never stand in the way of such things for Loki - he’d long earned it, and constantly being denied places to be alone and reflect really wore on a person.
Then he dropped his arms and went back to holding hands, because it felt right in this moment. He also suddenly wanted to get back to the lab so he could do everything he could to make sure this new chapter was actually an option for them - he worked hard, and would keep working until something changed. Until it snapped. Or the loop shattered.
“I told Sharon you wanted to take a nap too - I knew I wasn’t wrong.” A nap did sound good.
“Odin’s beard, my own bathroom?” Loki gave an expression of mock surprise. But, in truth, that was probably what would sell him on the idea of moving in with Mobius. See, Loki wasn’t quite as uppity as he let on. He was relatively easy to please. His own space, his own bathroom, a career that allowed him to do whatever he wanted. He couldn’t have been easy to keep happy. “Why, Mobius, you do know how to woo a god.”
The smile that fell over his face then was different. It was soft, almost innocent or childlike. It was the kind of look someone made when they’d done something right and someone else admitted to being proud of them. Accomplishment. But not for something specific. For Loki it was more because of a revelation he’d just had.
He was happy.
Sure, Derleth sucked. On any given week he had his emotional heart ripped out of him from one trauma or another. But despite the bad—and there was a lot of bad—Loki was happy. He was content. Fulfilled.
That was a gift Mobius had given him. One that Loki had been waiting a very long time to receive.
He laughed at the nap comment. “Well, you’re very rarely wrong. Benefit of knowing nearly everything about me.”
Loki tightened his hold on Mobius’s hand. “I do, you know. I do … love you.”
He squeezed Loki’s hand in return, and Mobius loved seeing him this way - lightened, in a sense, and not weighed down by grief or sorrow or the figurative shit that Derleth tended to throw at them. It was always them against whatever maze they had to navigate, and it wasn’t always easy - even when he and Loki had been traversing the beginnings of their relationship, feeling it out at first, they’d hit a few rough patches and snags in the intricate tapestry.
They worked past it though. Mobius was glad for that - because he knew what they had was worth working on. And that Loki was worth moving forward with; he’d always known that, and Mobius wasn’t one to back down from any of that regardless. He knew relationships took work - this was the pay off.
“I know you do,” he murmured, smooth and honeyed. “I’m glad to hear you say it. It’s important to me.” Which may be silly, and he didn’t expect to hear it all the time, but this one time - he appreciated it.
It wasn’t silly. And Loki wasn’t the sort to say it often. If he did it would either be by accident, as he’d done now, or because he wanted to reassure Mobius that things hadn’t changed. Maybe Loki was an old fashioned sort. Or maybe he was just careful with his words. But he always found the most enticing romantic moments between people happened in the words left unsaid. And while he relished in the fact that Mobius loved to tell him how he felt and how much he felt, Loki always enjoyed the anticipation of the space in between. Of waiting.
Perhaps he’d read too many novels as a young man.
But he knew it was important to Mobius. That’s why he’d been careful not to say it. He wanted to be certain, beyond a reasonable doubt, that it was the truth. That this was what Loki felt. That it wasn’t some fleeting fancy drawn from Mobius’s own feelings or Loki’s desperation to be seen. That it actually was love.
Clearly his subconscious knew better than he did.
Still, it was a relatively uncomfortable topic for him. New emotions often were. And he was afraid that if he remained in this conversation directed solely upon his feelings for too much longer that he might lose himself completely.
“Did you try on the bathrobe?” Loki asked with a grin. He knew that Sharon had been joking when she brought it up, but Loki had considered it a challenge. He found it humorous to defy her expectations. So, after she’d left, Loki made three of them. Exactly as she’d asked. Silk. Monogrammed. Blue, green, and gold. One for each of them.
“I did,” Mobius grinned, tugging on Loki’s hand so they could loop around and start the trek back to campus - he liked these walks in the Green, however. Much more serene than any buzzing dead space their counterpart campus had to offer, and it was the closest thing to fresh air that they’d get here on Derleth anyway, when they found themselves back in the Void. “I love the gold. It’s perfect - made me feel really fancy. The room’s perfect too.”
He was still kind of floored that Loki and Sharon had managed that for him, for them - that they’d worked together to design a space that was their own, something that they all could appreciate and relax in or even hide away in when things got to be too much. As discussed, their current dorm room situations offered little in the way of privacy - and like Mobius told Sharon, they were all creative people, they’d make it work.
So it seemed he’d been proven right because he was involved with two very creative sorts. “Thank you for that. It also means a lot - I mean, to have that room. You did an amazing job.”
“It was nothing.” Of course, that wasn’t entirely true. It was far from nothing. Or, at least, that’s what Loki had been hoping Mobius would think when he saw it. He wanted Mobius to feel like it was everything. Loki may not have been the best at communicating his emotions with words, but he still had a way of getting his point across. Even more so when he didn’t try to hide behind multiple layers of illusion and facade. “I thought it would be a good color on you.”
Loki turned in the direction of the tug and began following the unmarked path back towards the campus. A squirrel scurried from one tree to another, followed along by a waddling dodo that seemed to have lost the rest of its herd.
“When we get to this place you’ve been searching for I’ll get you all the fancy clothes you desire. We’ll dress you so well people will think you’re a prince. Then maybe we’ll make you one.” Loki winked, leaving that for Mobius to interpret as truth or another one of his mischievous games. “But don’t forget to thank Miss Carter. She convinced me to change the wallpaper. Apparently it was too busy at first. She thought it might be distracting during … You know.”
The fact that Loki called her Miss Carter was kind of funny - adorable, yet funny. “I’ll be sure to thank her too,” and he couldn’t help the smile that conveyed that either, the pleased look in his eye. There was a pretty significant part of Mobius that wanted Loki and Sharon to get along really well - but he wasn’t sure how to voice that or put it into words without sounding stupid, so he’d have to figure that out. A lot about this whole thing was new and he was still learning about it all - a pleasant contrast from learning about how timeline anomalies functioned in Derleth, something more personal.
This poor dodo - they usually did seem to travel with their herds (packs? Whatever the official term was - Mobius needed to get all up on dodo habits if they were going to stick around). He gently shooed it in the direction of where he and Loki were going anyway; surely their flock would be closer toward campus, the edge of the green and making those pigeon-like cooing noises he now knew the dodos were so famous for. “But that’s also considerate, to take note of the wallpaper,” he chuckled. “It’s nice to see how well you two worked together.”
Very sweet. He definitely considered himself lucky. Hashtag blessed, as the kids said.
Loki hadn’t really given much thought to getting to know Sharon better. He was too focused on being courteous. He didn’t dislike her. He’d always been cordial to her; when he wasn’t ignoring her (as he ignored half the people on campus for no other reason than the fact that they didn’t interest him.) But he didn’t want word to get back to Mobius that he was too rude or too impolite. Any more so than the normal, average Loki amount of rudeness and impoliteness. Basically he wanted to make sure that it was clear any dismissal on his part was part of a jest. A mocking competition even though there was no competition. Just to keep some levity between them. In a sense, he didn’t want to upset Mobius. Mobius liked Sharon. That was enough reason for Loki to mind his manners. And while he wouldn’t have turned away an opportunity to be closer to her—and in a sense closer to Mobius—he didn’t foresee that future. Or, at least, he didn’t see it happening for a long time. Mobius had good reason to see the change in Loki. To see that he was different. That he was better. Sharon had no proof of that. Not yet.
So, for now, it was Miss Carter.
The dodo circled around them, weaving in between their legs while it made that lost cooing cry. It seemed to recognize them from the beach, however, and trusted Mobius’s shooing motion. It stopped for a quick moment to peck at the grass. Then it waddled in the same direction they were headed.
Loki shrugged at the compliment. “It’s just a room design. It’s not like we were pairing up to save the world.” Loki paused. “Although we did work well together during the week of the silent alien attack. You weren’t here then. We pilfered a Wal-Mart together. Almost died. But thankfully she’s light on her feet.”
There we go - the dodo would hopefully meet up with its fellow birds and all would be well. Mobius was actually kind of glad that these particular birds had come back with them from the dinosaur island (and the fresh eggs were a bonus) - they could use other signs of life around here, something to remind people it wasn’t just them and a void monster. Which - yeah, that still had shades of Alioth in the whole thing and Mobius remained guarded.
“Pilfered a Wal-Mart together, that’s the start of a beautiful friendship,” he teased warmly. “I’m looking forward to seeing what other team-ups are in store for us.” The three of them, he meant - because likely there would be something. Derleth wasn’t done with them yet, and would surely give them more to fight - ideally, Mobius would want a place to protect and defend. A place that could feel like home - but he’d just have to see.
He scooted in to plant another kiss on Loki - mwah, such romance out here in their fake forest. “Alright, so I’m not as good at the baking as Wanda was, but - I was thinking of trying cookies like how she used to make if you want to supervise.” Chocolate chip? He could handle chocolate chip. No big deal.
Loki was glad the birds arrived with them, as well. But he still felt a somewhat ridiculous need to protect them from the few people who mentioned barbecuing them and eating their eggs. He had no idea where this sudden desire to protect witless animals came from—it certainly didn’t apply to people—but it was there. Perhaps it was because the dodos and Iggy—Loki hoped his iguanodon friend was doing well in dinotopia—had been so good at appeasing Loki’s desire to lead. They’d made quite a nice ‘army’. And by army they basically just followed Loki around in a single file line. It was the attention. Loki just loved the attention they gave him.
“Other team-ups?” Loki raised a brow, but he couldn’t hide that half-quirked smirk that played on the corner of his lips. And he made no effort to conceal the fact that he was not thinking about Avengers-styled team-ups. He bit his lower lip and laughed. “As I already told you both. I’m just waiting for my invitation.”
Another kiss. Oh, Mobius. How quickly you have domesticated this agent of chaos. Loki kissed him back with equal affection. Not the sordid, scandalous kisses they shared behind closed doors. But the natural kind. The kind that came as easily as breathing. “Only if I can lick the bowl.”