Re: Loki/Mobius
Loki winced when Mobius pressed the coat against his wound. Being shot was a level of pain he’d never really experienced before. On any normal week he would have just shaken it off. But this week he had a better appreciation for what it was to be human.
“A beat?” He turned his head and glanced up at Mobius. “Why are you helping me?”
It was partially a rhetorical question. Loki knew the answer. It was because Mobius was, well, Mobius. Collector of Lokis. The Loki specialist. His entire life revolved around Lokis. And the variant—no, the Variant, the Loki who’d captured Sylvie’s heart and befriended Mobius across time—was important to Mobius. More important than the rest, it always seemed. But maybe Mobius thought helping one Loki was a path towards reuniting with another.
Or maybe he was just a nice guy and Loki was just jealous.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere.” Loki paused. “But If I try to make a move you should shoot me. For both our sakes.”