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“So this is him?” Sylvie asks, pointing a finger towards Mobius.
They’ve just gotten back from their impromptu rendezvous in the apocalypse, and while they were there, Loki may have mentioned (or perhaps gushed about was the better word for it) Mobius more than a few times. He couldn’t help it, he was in this weird limbo of a relationship with him (was it a relationship? They never really got down to defining who they were to each other,) and he was maybe starting to fall for the guy. Maybe.
Loki nods in confirmation. “That’s him.” He gazes at Mobius fondly, his heart feeling full.
Someone who isn’t scared of me, who won’t run away. He’s mine.
Sylvie doesn’t say anything more, just strides confidently towards the bemused agent.
Loki approaches from behind her, cautiously, watching her every move. He doesn’t get too close, but enough to defend Mobius should things go south.
There’s a certain sway in her step, and she reaches up to let her hair down, her blonde locks falling perfectly in place as she approaches Mobius. She looks dangerously stunning, and it’s freaking Loki out just a little bit.
She better not be trying to flirt with him, or I swear on my life I-
“Ah, the Loki Variant I assume?” Mobius says, his blue eyes inquisitive. “It’s good to finally meet you, it’s been a long time coming.” He reaches out his hand for her to shake.
“Call me Sylvie,” Sylvie practically purrs back, and Loki feels a sudden jealous stab in his chest. He’s the only one allowed to flirt with Mobius like that. He’s the only one allowed to hug him from behind, to lean in close, to keep his words soft and low and flirt blatantly in front of Renslayer, to hold and touch and kiss-
Shit. I’m in deeper than I thought.
He glances back up to find that Sylvie, the little minx, has for some reason grabbed Mobius by his tie and is whispering in his ear. He can’t see her face, but Mobius is blushing profusely, his eyes wide and breath coming fast. Judging by his facial expression, he seems a mix of profusely embarrassed, shocked, and a little turned on.
She presses her hand to the side of his cheek, a caress.
Loki is furious.
He stomps over rather unregally, yanking Sylvie away from Mobius by the hood of her cloak. She yelps at the sudden pull, but lets go of his tie and lets Loki drag her without a fight.
As soon as they’re out of Mobius’s earshot, Loki loses it.
“What the fuck did you say to him?” The god hisses angrily, and Sylvie smirks, lively green eyes filled with (of course,) mischief.
“Just asked him if he was single, he’s a cute one. Non judgemental too. Quite the catch.” She replies smoothly, tongue darting out to lick her plush lips.
Loki grits his teeth, possessiveness coursing through his body. “Oh fuck off , I know you said more than that. He doesn’t blush like that when I’m telling him some cute little story .” He spits.
Then Sylvie starts laughing , loud and deliberate, and oh that is it.
“Mobius!” He calls out, and Mobius glances across the room to the sound of Loki’s voice.
“Yes?”
“Get over here.” He all but growls.
Mobius only gets a few steps towards him before Loki is practically on top of him, his tongue shoved in his mouth, kissing him like his life depends on it. His slim, pale arms wrap around Mobius’s waist, pressing their clothed torsos flush together.
The agent seems a little shocked at the sudden PDA, making a cute little startled noise, but melts into the kiss instantly. He seems perfectly content, returning the affection with fervor.
They break apart for a few seconds, just enough for Loki to catch a glance of Sylvie’s thoroughly amused face, before Mobius is hungrily pulling him back in by his shirt collar and he really doesn’t have enough brain power to focus on anything but the feel of the man in front of him.
Then Mobius’s hands are on him too, finding their way up and down his spine, roaming the curve of his lower back. He turns his mouth to deepen the kiss further, his legs wobbling, and he lets out a soft whimper as Loki leans into him more.
Loki feels a pair of familiar hands travel further down still, grabbing at his ass through his beige slacks, and as much as he’s thoroughly enjoying this, it’s probably best to stop before it gets too out of hand.
(Not that he really minds at all, it’s more for the sake of Mobius’s dignity than his. Besides, he’s the only one who gets to watch Mobius lose his inhibitions. No one else.)
He pulls himself away reluctantly, and Mobius whines a little, his arms grasping on either side of the God’s hips, trying to keep Loki flush against him. His eyes are glazed over, hands trembling as he tries to recover.
There’s a brief interim as they both catch their breath. Loki wipes his mouth. He knows his lips are puffy and red from kissing, from Mobius biting at them.
He fucking loves it.
“Uh, okay.. alright then.” Mobius stutters out, wiping his mouth. His legs are still trembling slightly, the color on his face now spread to his neck and ears. “That was, um..”
He rubs the back of his neck, and from the corner of the room, Hunter B-15 starts laughing.
The agent goes even redder (how that’s possible, Loki has no clue,) and runs a hand through his hair. He seems both completely smitten with the man in front of him and profoundly embarrassed.
“Mobius.. really?” She manages to get out between her hysterical giggles. “Here?”
Loki turns his head towards B-15, and sure enough, she’s standing in the corner, doubled over, hands on her knees as she laughs and laughs. Loki lets out a little chuckle at her amusement.
Mobius, on the other hand, looks more than a little mortified.
“Why did you tell me she was here?” He frantically whispers at Loki, who’s smirking like the cat who just got the canary. (Or in this case, the trickster god who just satiated his rampant possessiveness.)
“I didn’t know, Mobius! I was too busy kissing you to pay attention!” He whispers back. It’s a lie, of course, he knew she was there from the beginning, but it was nice to have yet another witness to the fact that Mobius was very, very clearly off the market.
The sound of slow, deliberate clapping resonates from the opposite direction.
“Nice.” Sylvie states, grinning smugly. “I see I was wrong in assuming.” She says sarcastically, letting out a little laugh. “Thanks for that lovely display, quite amusing.”
B-15, who’s recovered from her fit of laughter, by now, glances up at Sylvie through soft brown eyes. “You’re the Loki variant who’s killed our squadrons of Minutemen? The one who’s wreaked mass destruction and chaos, and who bombed the sacred timeline?” She asks, fixing her with a hard stare.
Sylvie, however, doesn’t back down to her challenge.
“That’s me, darling. You’re B-15, right?”
Upon receiving a nod, she continues.
“You know, when I first saw you, I was awestruck by your beauty. It was so hard for me to resist running up and meeting you myself. And I do apologize for the incident in Alabama, it was necessary to complete the plan. I’m sure you understand.”
“I-“ B-15 is cut off by Sylvie, still talking.
“I’d like to get to know you better, really. You seem like a lovely woman, and so does your girlfriend, the judge.”
B-15 is clearly flustered now. She bites his lip and glances at the ground, shaking her head slightly.
“You’re ridiculous. Absurd. Insane, thinking you can trot in here and butt into my personal life-“
“Oh, come on now. I see right through you, B-15. You’ve always desired someone like me.”
She splutters at Sylvie’s words. “I have a girlfriend. You know that!”
Sylvie grins, batting her eyelashes playfully a few times. “I have a feeling she might like me very much as well. Relationships can always open up to another person. I know you want to.” She purrs.
B-15 stops. Pauses for a bit.
“…Maybe I do.”
Sylvie grins at this, and gets closer to B-15. Their following conversation is just out of Loki’s earshot, but they seem to be engaging in some pretty heavy flirting.
“So,” Mobius’s voice is soft and grounding in his ear, low and suggestive. “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind taking this back to my living space. Sylvie’s safe with B-15, and we have some time before we have to get back to work…” He trails off, blue eyes staring into Loki’s stunning green ones.
The god smirks, throwing his hand around Mobius’s waist.
“Let’s go. I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”