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Jonathan clutches onto Steve's arm, feeling the tears in the material from the earlier fight—right before everything had gone to shit. The war battles on in his head to stop this—whatever this is—before this goes too far.

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The world is falling apart around them, yet Jonathan squeezes Steve tighter, his hand curling around his waist, feeling the thinness of his stomach after months living off whatever the army deemed was a good enough meal for civilians living under quarantine.

Dr Gurathin, it pings. I screw my eyes shut, ignoring it and try to focus instead on taking a deep breath, hugely away it knows how fast my heart is beating. Dr Gurathin, I'm on the other side of the door. “Shit.” I need to be alone, I reply back. I won't tell anyone. I've seen far worse things, believe me.

SecUnit discovers a secret Gurathin has.

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I tilt my head up, looking at it over my shoulder. “Why?” Don't talk out loud. My question still stands! You are stressed. That doesn't answer my question. Not in detail, but it is an answer.

SecUnit tries to calm Gurathin down, but he's not sure about its methods.

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Your heart rate has increased. Yeah, I'm fine. Ignoring the fact that it can easily see my movements, I press on. A small step closer to the door, so many still to do, but if I can shoot one of these assholes down, I'll feel better for it. You are moving. I know. Another step, another bolt of pain. Stop! No.

Mission going wrong, partly because Gurathin won't listen.

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Mobius pushes up against the stream of people leaving the church. It's after midnight, technically Monday, but that didn't seem to bother any of the islanders. They come for the miracles, hoping for their own. If only they were true. When he finally gets inside, he sees the one he's here for, back turned to face the altar, head tilted up. He almost can't breath from seeing those gorgeous black curls he remembers, but his eyes cast down and he swallows, seeing strange purple robes. It doesn't look good on Loki. Not their colour.

His footsteps echo as Mobius takes a step forward down the aisle between the pews. The church is not as oranate as some he's seen. It's almost humble and contradictory to what he would expect from Loki. This whole anomaly is not something Mobius has seen before and he needs to tread carefully, because this shouldn't be happening. Loki is meant to be at the end of time, not here making miracles happen for a tiny island populace. This isn’t the way he wanted their reunion to go, but apparently life has other plans. He reaches Loki, a mere step behind the god playing dress up. “Okay, Loki, going to tell me what this is all about?”

There's a laugh that fades into a sigh. Loki straightens their shoulders and turns and the light catches sharp teeth that were never there before, stained red. They take a step down, forcing Mobius to shift backwards. “Mass is over,” Loki says, eyes flickering over him, then coming back up to meet his own. “There will be another one tomorrow.” And the next night and next night. Loki living the same night over and over in a place that isn't their life, that means nothing to them and isn't real, just conjured imaginings of a lonely god. Mobius only hopes it's not too late to stop this madness.

Lokius Midnight Mass AU. Well, kind of.

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At some point, he notices Loki pulling his tie loose, then trying to undo his top button and clearly not having much luck. There's a faint growl and they pull back, forcing Mobius to try and chase those red, swollen lips. He ends up staring at them until his brain kicks in and he blinks, looking up to see a faint flush of pink over pale cheeks and darkened green eyes. “Why are these things so difficult?” they purr, fingers working to open his collar. It takes a few seconds of fidgeting and then the material drops, falling away from his neck, allowing Loki’s fingers to brush along the exposed skin. “So beautiful.” Mobius shivers, biting his lip both in pleasure and to stop the self-depreciating rebuttal forming on his tongue.

Lokius. Trans Mobius and Loki kissing in the Archives.

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Most days, Mobius starts his ‘morning’ with black sludge from the small coffee machine in his small boxed TVA apartment. The machine is set the night before so it’s ready and waiting for him when he eventually drags himself out of bed. Loki knows it's disgusting but Mobius loves it, and so they try to remember the smell as best they can. It almost works, but they're not sure. Maybe they are simply screwing up their face and not smelling anything at all.

Post S2, Loki watches Mobius

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“Ah! Mobius.” “I’m gonna need you to be quiet.” He leans in close and has to stop himself from smiling at the gleam in Loki’s eyes. “How much trouble will you get in?” they purr. He tilts their head down and whispers against their lips, “You will behave, kitten, because we can stop this at any time.” “You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.”

Lokius sneaking in some fun in the archives.

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“You're not gonna do it then?” “I won’t need to.” “Is that right? Open your collar for me.” Loki glares at him, but does so, loosening it enough to expose more of their neck. Mobius leans in and licks a stripe, then sucks hard enough to leave a bruise. “Norns!” “You’re gonna keep that promise?”

“Yeah. Yes.” Loki bites on their lip and Mobius presses another kiss, then scrapes his teeth along their skin just because he can. A quiet whimper slips past their lips. “You’re beautiful when you get riled up, you know that? It’s one of my favorite things.” He squeezes them firmly and Loki pushes themself off the wall, arching their back a little. “Mobius!” “Quiet, remember.” He presses kisses up their jaw to their ear. “I could keep you here like this forever.”

Loki and Mobius get hot and heavy in the archives 🤭

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Loki’s lips thin. “The answer isn’t in here.” “Yeah? And where is it?” “I… don’t know, but these files should be burned to ash.” "I see." Mobius stands up and rolls his shoulders. He could do with a break and while the cafeteria is calling, fixing Loki’s mood is more pressing. “Let’s go for a walk.”

Lokius WiP

A grouchy Loki needs some r&r and Mobius knows how to fix that.

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The Citadel feels the same as it did the first time they came here. Everything is quiet, dark and oppressive. Their footsteps echo along the hallway, only broken by the crumbling of rock from the walls. They walk towards the open elevator, partially relieved they won’t need to face He Who Remains until they step out into his room. “Where’s the other one?” he asks immediately. “Doesn’t matter.” Loki steps out and walks towards him. “I think it’s time you and I had a little chat, just the two of us.” “I see.” The man leans back in his chair and winks. “And what would we <em>talk</em> about, hmm?” They stop in front of his desk and lean on it. “Everything.”

Loki WIP

An alternative scene in S2ep6 where Loki will take a different tact to beating He Who Remains.

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“Oh, yes,” Loki purred, stepping back a fraction. It wasn’t much but Mobius couldn’t say if he truly wanted space. The way the trickster’s eyes shimmered when he brought the book up into the small space between them felt electric. They tracked his tentative touch, how his fingers gently ran along the edge towards the joint. He let himself linger there, feeling sure Loki would enjoy the tease of circling the little open space. From the whimper he heard, Mobius knew he’d guessed correctly and did it again and again. By the time he finally dipped the tip inside, Loki had lost all composure entirely.

Lokius WIP

Book kink continued. Things get even more heated in the Archives. Suggestive.

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Norns, the way Mobius rides them feels good. Impeccable. Each time he sinks down and takes them deeper, it drives Loki insane. They want to capture everything about him and store it in their memories forever. He is magnificent in the way his eyes scrunch up in pleasure. The sweet moans escaping his lips are divine and make them catch their breath in response. Mobius leans forward, lips twitching as he moves Loki’s hands above their head. They can’t help the whimper that leaves them as they stare up into his darkened eyes, watching how the bedside lamp catches the shine across his forehead and the deepening blush across his cheeks.

“I fucking love you.,” he rasps. “Love everything about you.” Loki chokes the words they want to say because Mobius is beautiful. His belly might be soft but his inner strength is strong. The trust he offers pulls them in like no one else can. The way he looks at them like they hung the very stars is breathtaking. The thought makes them squirm with need.

There is only one thing that would make this moment perfect. One thing that Loki wants to ask for but they can’t. It’s a dire need, a desire that yearns to be fulfilled, but shame bubbles in their gut at the thought of needing this—not when they’d seen how their life was meant to end with a firm hand squeezing the life out of them. Giving voice to this sick desire feels impossible because Mobius is nothing like their past encounters. He looks down at them, his hips moving like a machine while he races towards his peak. Loki can’t tear their eyes away, cataloguing the twitches on his face, waiting for the moment the tension snaps and the lines around his eyes soften. It fills them with a sense of pride that their body gives him what he needs, even if they have to fake following him over the edge. The love they feel for Mobius pales in comparison to their urges.

Lokius WIP

Set during sex (not explicitly described), allusions to choking, some swearing. Mainly Loki in awe and love.

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The shower is hot, thankfully. Mobius doesn’t think he’d be awake if it wasn’t for that heat seeping into his muscles, relieving the aches from working hunched over his desk all the time. Not that he’d been able to concentrate much with how sensitive his nipples have become from Loki playing with them constantly. They are determined to be right and apparently the only thing Mobius can do is make sure his body obeys… and soon. Sighing, he pours shampoo into his hands and begins massaging his scalp. It has no scent, but the simple act soothes him and more of that tension melts away when he closes his eyes and leans back to wash the suds out. He hums, delighting in how the water dims his hearing, and then gasps as a blast of cold air hits him and he realises he’s no longer alone.

Lokius WIP

Mobius enjoys his morning shower before Loki appears to tease him. Suggestive but clean.

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Viktor stands in the buff while in the hexcore. His body is visible from hip up and slightly twisted to the left. he holds his right hand out in front of him and looks concerned at the acceleration rune on his palm.

Progress on Viktor

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Loki’s footsteps echo through the hallway towards that wretched elevator. B-15 is waiting for him there, holding the door open. She doesn’t say anything when he walks past and heads inside. She already knows what’s on his mind. Instead, she presses one of the many buttons and leans back against the wall. The machinery whirs and they rise, leaving the horrors of the basement floor.

HIs eyes sting from all the crying he’s done, but he can’t do that forever. He needs to pull himself together for.. for him. If there’s a way to fix this, as B-15 suggested, then it has to be his focus. He has to bind the tear in his heart up temporarily and ignore the way it hurts, but his mind keeps thinking back to that prone body left behind. The silence etches on and on until the elevator stops and the door opens. Loki starts to walk out and B-15 grabs his arm. “We will find a way. I promise you.”

Lokius WIP

A grieving Loki tries to pull himself together to fix things. Temp character death mentioned.

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Letting out a breath, they raise their hand again and bring it down a little harder on his other cheek. “Ah! Two!” Mobius gasps, back arching. Loki’s lips twitch, but schools their expression to take in how he’s handling it. His breaths are a little ragged, but not for long. Once he gets it back, he slumps down and lies still, waiting on their next move. They deliver a softer one, then another, and only give him a harder smack when they’re sure Mobius doesn’t expect it. The resulting hiss is exhilarating.

Lokius WIP

Mobius takes his punishment beautifully. Suggestive.

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Viktor stands slightly turned to the right and holds out his left hand. His palm is open, fingers spread, and he looks concerned at the acceleration rune. He's completely bare, but only above the hip is shown.

Viktor WIP

Everyone else is drawing this, so I had to, too 👉👈

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Loki with a faint smirk and bright green eyes while in the cell in Thor: The Dark World. Their hair is greasy, which makes it less curly. The lengths fall down their shoulders. They're wearing a soft green tunic.

Loki WIP

Dark World prison cell Loki

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Sketch of Annatar staring upwards with a tear running down his face.

Annatar WIP

Crying over his actions.

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“You know I love you, don’t you?” Loki asks, because they really do and they need him to know that. “Yes,” Mobius whispers. “I do. It’s why this is painful for the both of us.” They run their hand upwards to his bare behind and give him a squeeze. Mobius turns and buries his face again and Loki can’t blame him, but they know he trusts them. Despite his trepidation, he has willingly put himself here. All they need to do is deliver on the promise and help him see coming to bed on time is the healthier thing to do.

Lokius WIP

Mobius lies across Loki's lap before they begin. Suggestive.

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Sketch and beginnings of lineart of Loki wearing their horned helmet. They have a solemn expression.

Loki WIP

Them with their beautiful horned helmet.

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“Whenever you are ready,” they say. Those blue eyes snap to them then, shimmering in the dim light. Loki’s breath catches in their throat at the rawness of it, but the moment is gone just as quickly as it happens when Mobius looks down at the floor. He mutters something under his breath, removing his tie, then his jacket. It’s a slow process due to the shake in his hands but they wait, trying hard not to stare. Eventually, Mobius walks over to the sofa and stands by their feet. “I’m sorry.” “I know.” They lean forward and take his hand, giving it a squeeze. “It’ll be okay, I promise.”

Lokius WIP

The tension and softness continues in the apartment.

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Lineart with light peach base colour. Jaskier sits with one leg over the other and writes in his book with a pen. His long burgundy coat reaches the ground. His head is tilted, letting his brown hair fall to the side. He has two gold rings on his hand. His slacks are a dark brown and his knee-high boots a lighter brown.

Fully coloured WIP. Jaskier sits with one leg over the other and writes in his book with a pen. His long burgundy coat reaches the ground. His head is tilted, letting his brown hair fall to the side. He has two gold rings on his hand. His slacks are a dark brown and his knee-high boots a lighter brown.

Jaskier WIP

The bard in Brokilon writing in his book.

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“Clothes off now,” he barks, sitting up and pulling at the ties to his robe. His voice is harsher than he anticipated but Celebrimbor doesn’t react other than to hurriedly pull at his own ties, breaking more than one in his urgency. The first sight of his soft belly chokes Annatar with such want, he stops removing his own clothes to rip open the elf’s and presses his face into the exposed flesh, sucking a bruise. “Anna… Annatar, Valar preserve me.” “No, let me preserve you,” he says, ripping the rest of his black robe off, feeling the breeze and the petals falling on his bare skin. Celebrimbor’s dark eyes widen and Annatar wants to drink him up, to take him apart and own him fully. Licking his lips, he settles himself in the elf’s lap.

Silvergifting WIP

Annatar is both demanding and overcome with want.

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When Loki moves their head back and Mobius opens his eyes, he wants so badly to grab their curls and drag them back down for another kiss. It’s only the crease along Loki’s forehead that stops him. “I don’t know what’s happening,” he breathes. “That’s okay, I’m here to teach you.” His cheeks heat up at the depth in Loki’s voice while his mind offers up images of what Loki might mean. He tries to push them down, but his heart is thudding in his chest as they take his hand and lead him back to the apartment. It’s both the fastest and longest walk of his life.

Lokius WIP

Loki finds Mobius in the archives and brings him back home.

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“There’s even a bottle of wine here,” Celebrimbor continues, ignoring him. He fishes something out of his pockets and opens the bottle. Annatar’s not paying attention to him. Something about this place makes him feel… looser. Less tense. He can’t quite explain it but when Celebrimbor hands him a goblet filled with red wine, he can’t help swallowing it all down. “Hmmm.” “Do you want some more?”

“Maybe a little,” Annatar admits, wiping the wine tracks from his chin. He sits down on the blanket and watches as the elf fills his goblet. All the while, the petals continue to fall, landing everywhere, including in his wine. For some reason, it makes him want to giggle. “It’s beautiful. You, um…” Celebrimbor’s cheeks seem to darken and he fusses with putting the bottle away for a while until he lets it be and finally settles himself down on the blue fabric dotted with white blooms.

Annatar watches him drink his wine and how his eyes dart everywhere but meet his own. A feeling of warmth for the elf builds and he finds himself fixated on those lips stained red and wondering how they would feel on his. Will they be as soft as the petal he crushes between his fingers? Will he taste sweet? Can one kiss be enough to satisfy whatever craving he has? He takes another long drink, feeling it burn pleasantly down his throat. It has been a long time since someone kissed down his neck. He doesn’t know where the desire is coming from but as he swallows down the last of his wine, his decision is made. He turns to Celebrimbor and starts to crawl over to him.

Silvergifting WIP

The sex pollen fic. Annatar and Celebrimbor open the wine and settle down for their 'picnic'.

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Loki sighs, getting out of bed and putting on their TVA standard-issue brown scratchy slacks. The texture is unpleasant as it always is, but it pales into insignificance to the worry bubbling in their gut. For the seventh time in a row, Mobius hasn’t come to bed. It’s become a bad habit—in fact, Loki’s sure it’s been a forever-habit since before they arrived here, but it’s one they wish to end. “It’s not healthy,” they had explained to Mobius when they found him hunched over reports in the archives during the last sleep cycle. “You have to rest.” “It’s not late,” Mobius tried brushing off.

“It very much is.” Loki led Mobius back to the apartment and put him to bed. He had fallen asleep almost immediately with Loki’s arm wrapped around his middle. They listened to his soft, slow breaths until they too fell asleep. The next day, they cornered Mobius about it. “You will promise me this time. You will come to bed instead of staying up.” “Loki, it’s fine,” Mobius said, yawning. They gave him a reproachful look while he gulped down his coffee. “I said, promise me.”

Sighing, Mobius relented. “Okay, fine. I will go to bed on time. If I don’t, you can punish me, I give you my permission.” “I’ll hold you to that.” The memory is fresh in Loki’s mind as they storm down the apartment hallway towards the elevator. It’s clear that Mobius needs to see the consequences of his actions—and breaking his promises. Much as this might be difficult for the both of them, it has to be done.

Lokius WIP

Loki's concerned about Mobius' lack of sleep and finally decides to do something about it. Aka apology kink VI.

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Loki with raised brows and wide green eyes, looking quizzical and slightly unsure. Their black hair is slicked back and they're wearing gold armour over a soft green tunic with a deeper green cloak just visible on their shoulders.

Baby Loki from Thor 1

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