ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏʙɪᴜs (timetwister) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-11-18 12:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ~plot: timeslip, ₴ inactive: loki, ₴ inactive: mobius |
WHO: Mobius & Loki
WHAT: Having A TALK about the (blonde) kid that showed up on their doorstep, deciding to move in together, and saying words
WHERE: New Asgard
WHEN: Backdated to the beginning of the future kids plot
WARNINGS: Loki shifts shapes and they do the do, but that part is cut out so it's just the before and after parts
STATUS: Complete
After Ymir left (not permanently - although Loki was very tempted to try and grab him with both hands and hold him here where he could make sure he was safe-), Loki wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself. It was definitely something that they should talk about but not talking about it seemed far easier than confronting the fact that they had a son. A well-adjusted, talented and happy son, to boot. The vast majority of that had to come from Mobius considering that Loki’s issues had their own issues but he had clearly had his part in all of that and he wasn’t sure how to face it, exactly. Perhaps by turning into something difficult to find and hiding for a few hours except Mobius had that soft look on his face that made his heart warm to see, happy and content. It was a long while before Loki spoke up himself, responding in vague monosyllables as he distracted himself by rearranging their kitchen and refrigerator after Mobius had used all of their cheese on grilled sandwiches. “It sounds like we both stay,” he stated. At least, there was a possible timeline where they stayed and he had to wonder where that would branch off, if it even did. Vallo couldn’t possibly run on the so-called-Sacred timeline when so much change happened and so many people were dragged here into this infinite pocket of time on the edge of the many universes that existed, where everybody existed in the form of some kind of… media, ripe for consumption. Having a child here truly was the epitome of inviting chaos into one’s life. A child, though. Pregnancy was a horrifying concept to somebody who primarily presented as male (and had grown up male for the most part) but with Mobius, he could picture it being- tolerable, at least. Being unable to shapeshift or change his appearance without concern for nine months certainly wouldn’t have been, but he could picture Mobius being a daunting… whatever they were. “You also survived me being pregnant, which I have to admit is quite impressive. I find it hard to believe I wouldn’t have at least bitten one person’s head off during that phase.” Alright, there it was again - the p word. The pregnant word - Mobius dropped the frying pan into a sink of soapy water where he’d been doing dishes, all slippery fingers and nerves that had settled somewhat but then flared up again and began to jump like live wires landed in the street. Granted, no one actually said the pregnant word out loud - but Mobius knew how babies were made and they hadn’t adopted Ymir. Ymir, who confirmed beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was their biological son and, yeah, he definitely thought they needed to talk about this. “I can survive anything you throw at me,” he chuckled, teasingly flicking a few spare soap bubbles at Loki before wiping his hands on a towel. “I don’t know. I never thought about having kids before but I’m going to guess it was my idea and you...did it for me?” Hell if he knew. That was probably a stretch, but. He scooted closer, arms slipping around Loki so Mobius could press his face to his partner’s collarbone. “But you’re right, I’m sure you were a knocked up nightmare and someone died. I don’t know who, but someone.” Maybe some old lady who came up to a shapeshifted pregnant Loki, asked when she was due, and laid grubby hands all on the baby bump. In that case, Mobius would fully condone...you know. Handling that. “...Perhaps. I don’t think I would do something that sacrificial without wanting it a little myself,” and perhaps he did. He felt as though the opportunity had been taken from him many times before now and while it was playing a dangerous game to put down roots in Vallo, it seemed that they had. He and Mobius had no place in the timeline either, so it was strangely fitting that they’d both ended up in Vallo. He batted away the soap bubbles, his arm winding around Mobius’ waist so that he could press a slightly distracted kiss to his temple, resting his cheek there for a moment. “He seems happy. That’s what I can’t fathom - it isn’t as though I had a good role model for parenting. Even Frigga turned her back on me in the end,” he swallowed. It had been in part his own doing, but it still stung. “Also, he’s blonde. I never would have agreed to this if I knew you were naturally blonde.” Mobius laughed, a snort of one that was slightly muffled. “No self-sacrificing, especially if you knew I was blonde before?” he clarified. “Got it.” He was really just erring on the side of romanticism and kind of spitballing, taking shots in the dark about how this all happened - there was no way to tell for sure; Ymir was a functional young adult but he wasn’t there prior to conception and wasn’t privy to the conversations about ‘should we have a kid or not? Do we want to have a kid?’ and so forth. Or Ymir could have been an accident. Mobius supposed that was possible too (even if it was hard to think of your kid as an accident) - he didn’t care what was between Loki’s legs. Any form was attractive to him. Not like they bothered to pull up safe sex videos from health class, and follow them, whenever Loki was female either. “While it’s probably easier to know how to be a good parent if you have good parents - I don’t think it’s specifically a requirement,” he added. “You just accept that you’re not going to make the right choices all the time. I’m sure we didn’t. But - there are always solutions for those times too.” He hooked his fingers on Loki’s belt loops, arching back to look at him with those sharp blue eyes, holding a spark of amusement. “Honestly though, what color hair did you think I had?” “I don’t know. I thought you probably had brown hair,” he frowned down at him. “Or, you know. Any colour that didn’t happen to be blonde. It’s traitorous is what it is,” he rolled his eyes when Mobius hooked him in but moved both arms to rest on his waist, linking his fingers around his back. “He’s- you know,” perfect? Charming? Amazing? “Interesting. With so many varied aunts and uncles.” Loki wasn’t really sure how to quantify their child. He had never been particularly good at emotions and expressing them in a way that other people understood what he actually meant, but Vallo had certainly softened him in that respect. He’d hugged Thor the last time he’d been here, after all - perhaps he did have it in him to be a loving and nurturing parent in some ways. “I wonder if more people have joined New Asgard since then. I can’t decide if it’s a lonely place to bring up a child or not with nobody here but us, the horses and the alligator me. Or, Croki, I suppose,” he wrinkled his nose. “He’s an alligator, not a crocodile,” a part of him had a sudden mental image of something more akin to a farm than anything else. Sleipnir and Firehooves in the fields with goats and donkeys, perhaps some allotments growing food - others had done it here and Loki could bring some of Frigga’s garden down to everybody else. He had already started collecting seeds just in case of inclement weather destroying the plants but it didn’t have to be like Asgard, where beauty was for the rich. “I don’t know, honey,” Mobius drawled, though he chuckled a little at the distinction between alligator and crocodile. The reptile clearly adored Ymir regardless, especially if he was willing to be carted off to preschool with the kid or whatever. Honestly, that was too adorable and Mobius might explode - no doubt he took a million photos of that, whenever it happened. “It’s probably not too lonely, even if we live a secluded farm life. He went to school and made friends and you taught him magic and - he’s happy? I guess that’s most of what we need to know anyway. The rest is probably just speculation and it’ll all make sense when it happens.” He was certain of one thing though. “I meant what I said before, by the way,” Mobius added, fingers curling in the front of Loki’s shirt - there was a bit of a height difference but nothing too substantial. It just meant that Mobius was right here to angle up for kisses - one that was particularly long, a low purr melting between them. “...elskan mín,” he murmured; he knew every language there was to know, so he was pretty sure he wouldn’t run out of words. “Jeg elsker deg.” For all time, always was applicable - before, it hadn’t been associated with anything good. But this? Mobius was choosing this. He loved Loki as he was, as he would be - even when he faltered, when he failed, Mobius was there - he was going to stay. Loki’s smile softened at the words, having been left there by the kiss. “I can imagine you in one of those hats that the farmers tend to wear on TV shows,” he teased lightly, dipping down to steal another kiss from Mobius. He couldn’t picture himself being a fan of the heavy labour involved in farming but Vallo was a place that strangely lent itself towards a simpler lifestyle. He enjoyed teaching to an extent but settling into something like that wasn’t very befitting of a god of chaos, after all. “Ást min,” it was easy to forget that Mobius could quite literally speak his language. Perhaps one day, he would have been able to take him to Asgard - although he could take him to the palace now, it wasn’t his palace. He could take him to see his mother in a time where she remembered and was proud of him. “We could go find him and be embarrassing parents in front of his friends, or we could stay here a little longer like this. Do you have a preference?” Oh, tough question. Mobius slid his hands down, and he was glad he had two of them - two hands planted right there, right on the mostly godly ass in existence. Seriously. It was almost ethereal, too perfect for this world. “Definitely not gonna turn down a chance to be embarrassing,” he grinned, though it was very tempting to stay like this. Here, with Loki, where Mobius had all of his hopes and fears and all his good deeds and misdeeds tucked away in his pockets, like the TVA once tucked away those infinity stones in desk drawers. Maybe Loki had all the magic and the other powers - but Mobius had his own type of power; he was merely a human and a god had fallen for him. They’d fallen for each other, they made a kid. Speaking of being here though... He cleared his throat, still not relocating his hands. Allow him this ass-grab for a little while longer, please. “Should I...move in? Is cohabitation a thing now?” Seemed like a good of a time as any considering their son from the future had apparently grown up in this house. Loki blinked down at him. Right, yes, this had been his childhood home - so perhaps they were simply too attached to it to leave. It felt like Mobius practically lived there already with how often he was over, even if that had moved more quickly than Loki could imagine. For two practically immortal beings, it was barely a blip in Loki’s life and yet these had to have been some of the most important months that he could remember. “I suppose cohabitation could be a thing, as though you don’t already live here,” he teased, pulling him up for another kiss. “Although, if we are to have a child eventually, I think we should consider making it larger at some point,” at least, larger on the inside. Making their house its own pocket dimension wouldn’t be too much of a stretch. Mobius returned the kiss, turning that one into more of a nibble when his teeth scraped Loki’s jawline. One kiss could easily turn into six-hundred though, so maybe he should try to focus. It just seemed so difficult. He had a ton of touch-starved years to make up for - or the equivalent of that, anyway. Thinking of what had been lost with the TVA, his entire life and timeline, made his brain feel mushy. “I’ll leave the magical home renovations to you,” he said, backing up against the wall - though he took Loki with him, gettin’ a little more than handsy. What? Mobius lived here now (as if he didn’t already, right). It was allowed. “But otherwise, yeah, we’ll work on making the place bigger. Have a nice garden, maybe I’ll build an IKEA jungle gym in the backyard...” He liked building things, anyway. Was great with his hands (in all sorts of ways). Loki’s hands slipped down to rest on his hips when Mobius pulled them both to the wall, humming as he crowded him up against it and grinned, a shimmer running over his body as he shifted into his more feminine form under Mobius’ hands, raising her eyebrows at the mention of an IKEA jungle gym. “I hope we’d get something a little better than IKEA for our child, Mobius,” she chastised, although she was smiling a little at the mention of a garden. “I was thinking that perhaps a vegetable garden wouldn’t be such a horrible idea. Maybe a few more animals to give- Croki, Sleipnir and Firehooves a purpose of protecting something until they find their duty with Ymir,” it was strange, knowing he was a very real possibility in their future, but not unpleasant. It was nice to have something positive to look toward. “Perhaps a tree. Do you have a favourite fruit?” This. This right here. This was why Loki got knocked up, no doubt - because forms shifted effortlessly and Mobius was a fan of both; when he thought with the nether regions, he also wasn’t thinking ‘put a condom on’ either. It was beginning to make more sense. But Loki was also a lot easier to move around in this form - smaller, more compact, the bone density or other mad science that accounted for the svelte 525-lb figure not so much of an issue; it meant that Mobius grappled for the backs of her thighs with his hands and shifted around so that he had her against the wall fully. She was a little softer too, features and such - but that jawline was still sharp as a pair of scissors. “What’s wrong with IKEA?” he teased, tone warm and amused; his grip on her tightened and he felt this energy between them - it was in his fingertips, pressure coasting up over a knee, quickly to her inner thigh and tracing all the way from hip bone to hip bone. “I’m all for vegetables and more animals. And a tree - peaches, I think.” Was his favorite fruit, that is. Amazing he could even come up with an answer at all. “Where I’m from - we used to grow the trees there. I remember,” he said. It had been a lot to trickle back in (or storm back in, the force of a hurricane) but Wanda had helped him more than he ever thought possible. "I just think he deserves better than- flat-packed furniture, for the record. There's plenty of people here who could make something much more stunning," That was an interesting piece of information, though - Mobius had remembered something about his past and oddly, she didn't feel threatened by it. Not now that she knew a future was more than just a whim on the wind, so to speak. "A peach tree. I'm personally rather fond of apples, so I think we could have quite the fruit orchard in a few years." Of course, Mobius' mind seemed to be anywhere but on the discussion of fruit and animals. She was half convinced she could say anything right now and he would agree, which was one of those- small surges of power that made her feel far more good about it than the potential of owning Earth had ever felt. Making somebody melt under her touch with just a look was far more rewarding than any kind of dictatorship she could have hoped to achieve, in the end. "Come here," Mobius had a couple of inches on her in height when she was in this form and she used that to her advantage as she hooked her legs around his waist and twisted his tie into her hands, pulling him down to her level to drag him into a kiss that echoed the touch-starved nature they both seemed to have, although Loki was perhaps a little more bitey, nipping at his lower lip. "We really should go before somebody walks in on us, shouldn't we?" She stated, making zero move to actually let go of Mobius in any fashion. Apples, peaches, an orchard, four calling birds and three French hens - Mobius would give it all to Loki, whatever she wanted, it was all good. He was just as eager to use teeth in that kiss - which he returned as one hand moved to the side of her throat, fingers clenched on the dark strands of her hair. Biting summoned a growl of mindless approval too, one that was easily silenced when he kissed her again before his touch slid over the outside of her leg, and hooked beneath a knee that was wrapped around him. Mobius's grip tightened, and it didn't really seem like he wanted to move either, not when his face bowed so that he could kiss her neck, sucking on her pulse point hard enough to leave a bruise. It wouldn't last but sometimes beautiful things didn't have to last. "I dunno, I kind of like you getting me all riled up by asking me what my favorite fruit is," he murmured silkily, doing some mental calculations. As in, when Ymir left and how long he'd be and whether they risked scarring him by having him walk back in at an awkward time. "...gonna ask me about my favorite vegetables too? Really seal this deal?" Plus, she’d changed. Quickies were a lot easier when Loki was female. Mobius didn't need to get into the technicalities - they both knew that physically expressing their love in a manly manner took a lot more prep. “It really doesn’t take much, does it?” she teased, sliding a hand through the back of Mobius’ hair as she shifted herself a little to get comfortable, dipping her head back to give him room to leave that mark. So much for not scarring Ymir - although it would be simple enough to cover it, that just required remembering to cover it. “If I ask you your favourite vegetable now, I fear it’ll just be something phallic,” she dug her heels into the small of his back, a little smirk playing on her lips. “If we’re going to seal the deal, though, I would advise sooner rather than later,” she pressed back up against him, aware of both their limited time and her apparent unquenching desire for Mobius, something that she genuinely hadn’t expected when they’d fallen into something of a relationship. At least with Mobius officially moving in, there would be plenty of time for anything they desired - so long as Vallo would agree, of course. “Are you going to hold me up here the entire time? If so, I will be very impressed.” (AND THEN) “We should probably find the kid.” Who probably had an inkling of what his parents had been doing, and likely texted his friends in a panic and with many EEEW exclamations. Loki let herself be placed gently on the floor, tugging Mobius down for another kiss - much lazier than earlier’s desperate affair. “We probably should, yes,” she murmured, although she wasn’t in an immediate rush to leave - while the marks on Mobius’ neck probably made it incredibly obvious what had just happened, she wanted to make an effort to clean up herself, combing her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it down which ended up with a wave of her hand that put it into a braid, out of the way. “I’m going to change into something that I haven’t just had sex in,” she informed him, giving him a little ass squeeze on the way past just because she could, sweeping into her room - their room, now? - and changing into fresh, un-debauched clothes that she stepped out in. If you knew what to look for, though, it was still fairly obvious - her cheeks had a flush to them and her lips definitely gave away the evidence of what had just happened, even if the rest of her looked as put-together as somebody who had just stepped out of a business meeting. There was a moment of hesitation when she saw him, the smile on her lips softening into something rare, almost gentle. “I- do want you to move in, you know. I love you,” and maybe it wasn’t something Mobius should be expecting to hear often, but she had to say it. He had to know, even if he probably already knew. Changing into the not-sex clothes was a good idea. Mobius didn’t have any on him (at least not right now, prior to officially moving in), unfortunately, but he still went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit - even though, right, obvious. He saw Loki when he emerged from the bathroom, and he reached over to take her hands in his. Those words gripped him with surprise but in purely good ways - he felt light, airy. Champagne bubbles and shiny presents under the tree on Christmas morning - memories that were covered by a haze and dust, everything that had been blown away by that reset charge that destroyed his timeline. This was clear though. Crystal clear. “I love you,” he said, and he did - he loved the Loki who looked soft like this, untouched by grief and sorrow. He loved any Loki, a Loki who had been through it all and then some - he always had. Always would. “Sorry it’s my fault our kid is blonde though.” Oh well. He’d just - remind Loki of that always. For the next one-thousand years. |