Re: Loki/Mobius
There was a deep bruise forming, in the process of changing colors, on Mobius's neck. It was going to be a good one, the type that turned all colors of the rainbow at one point or another in the development and healing process. It made Mobius's voice soft. He didn't mean to sound like he was talking to an easily startled animal, but Mobius could barely raise his voice above a whisper.
Except when he said, "No!"
And he regretted it. That hurt. The wince on his face confirmed speaking anything above a hushed tone was a bad idea.
"We're going to sit here together. We'll reset in a few hours. It'll be fine. You've got this. Come on. Be the pain in the ass I know you can be." It was the sort of pep talk only a close friend could give. Even though this was not his Loki, his variant, Mobius couldn't entirely bring himself to wipe the slate clean. Not when he knew just how much a Loki was really capable of.