Mobius M. Mobius | Parody

Mobius glances over and smirks.

Kneeling down, he holds out his arms and jokingly asks, “How did a cat get in here?”

One he knows is Loki.

“Same over here. But I’ve still been missing you.”

*opens arms*

@mixhevioussxamp.bsky.social

Needs to give the god some attention.

// I think so. I’m never there though 😂

// shall do!

I need to get more active myself.

He gives a little sideways smile. Then, he shrugs a shoulder.

“Like I said — only one I care about thinking so is you. So thank you.”

He can see it’s eating at Loki, which only makes him grin more. Even so, it’s not like he will let the god suffer for long.

“Only opinion that matters is yours.”

“Morning,” he mumbled, kissing Loki’s cheek.

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Well, now everyone is gonna see that. I might get fans. Sure you don’t want it for your eyes only?”

“That would be nice.”

Maybe on that timeline of theirs.

*tugs closer because oversleeping is in order*

Speaking his love language.

~ TVA was a routine, too. It hadn’t felt like life until Loki.

“Anything odd? Yeah. That mailbox for one,” he says, pointing behind him. “I don’t live there. That’s other me’s place.”

He listens to Loki go back and forth with the questions as if he’s watching a table tennis match.

“Umm thanks? And it’s been . . . not exactly what I thought it would be. I’m kinda bored,” he adds with a nervous laugh. “You kept me hoppin’. In a good way.”

He might have said the TVA did, but the~

~ worried. We all were, and I . . . we missed you.”

Yet none so utterly destroyed by Loki’s absence as him.

“Yeah, I’m . . .”

He runs a hand through his hair which had gotten but unruly. He could use a trim, he thinks, but realizes he is thinking that way because he would have wanted to look /nice/ for a reunion.

Gods, he’s an idiot.

“I’m great. It’s great to see you . . . I . . . umm . . . I was ~

Driving him mad is what he is doing.

“Yours aren’t so bad either.”

Awkward flirting anyone?

~ What exactly had happened out there (in here?) with the timelines, he doesn’t know. He only knows that Loki took all of that upon himself, and that must . . . hurt him.

“Are you hurt?”

As if he could fix that.

~ him.

They’ve hugged before but not like this. The feeling of Loki’s breath upon his neck sends pleasant chills through him.

He scolds himself. Can’t he just be happy to have his friend back without making it weird?

“Are you okay?” he asks, pulling back slightly as his eyes scan the god. ~

He is a little surprised to finding Loki hugging him, though the god had gotten comfortable with that before . . . before.

Slowly, the shocked stiff Mobius lifts his arms and hugs Loki in turn.

Real. This is real. Hallucinations don’t /feel/ like anything.

And then Loki all but sinks into ~

Gods . . . or god. He’s got one right now telling him he likes his lips.

Concentrating upon them makes him inadvertently lick his lips now.

“These ol’ things?” he jokes. Or tries to.

~ be real. How can you be here?”

He’s still not entirely sure he is.

Maybe it is a dream. An /incredible/ dream.

Any words catch in his throat.

Can hallucinations talk? Auditory hallucinations are a thing, right?

But he wants this to be real and true.

He closes the distance between them and comes to stand across from Loki — or a hallucinated Loki — right in the middle of the street.

“I . . . this can’t~

He chuckles.

“I know. Even though I like the reminders.”

He still can’t entirely shake the image of Loki walking out to fix the Loom. To /be/ the Loom.

“Honestly . . . not a clue.”

He can talk a big talk at times and act confident, but now that he’s faced with Loki’s actual admiration, he doesn’t know what to do with it.

“We just fit.”

And that makes sense to him.

~ written plainly across his face as he takes one step and then another towards what he knows has to be a hallucination.

Because this can’t be real.

It is a figment of a foolish mind.

Scratching the back of his head in confusion, Mobius steps back.

Contemplating a mailbox.

He turns, and what he sees nearly makes his heart stop beating. He certainly doesn’t breathe for a moment or two.

There, standing in the middle of the street is . . .

“Loki?” Mobius asks, confusion ~

“Yeah, well . . .”