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“‘Come on, Mobius’ he said, ‘what could possibly go wrong?’ he said,” Mobius huffs as he proceeds to make a hole in the ground, walking in circles, his facial expression betraying how on edge he is right this second.
Loki’s observing him from the spot he’s sitting on, a big rock on the ground. He’s calm, maybe even pleased if you look close enough. There’s a hint of amusement in his gaze, as his eyes follow each movement of the grey-haired man.
Mobius sighs again, before finally sitting down directly next to God of Mischief. He seems resigned and for a second there Loki feels sort of guilty, knowing that this situation is caused by his idea. The guilt, however, disappears rather quickly as he realizes that, obviously, the TVA agent could have said no.
“It’s your fault,” Mobius murmurs, stating the obvious.
Loki still says nothing, still staring at him with these green eyes of his, not phased at all. Then, he smiles. It’s not a mocking smile, it’s just a smile of happiness. The god is apparently having a grand time.
“You could have said no-”
“I did say no,” the grey-haired throws him an annoyed glare. “But then you pulled the puppy eyes and I- you know I can’t resist those.” The last part of the sentence is mumbled, as the cheeks of the TVA agent turn slightly pink.
“Beg your pardon?” Loki tries.
“Don’t even try that, you heard me perfectly.”
They fall silent again, but it’s a comfortable one. Even if one of them doesn’t want to admit it, they both know that they both are enjoying this short break from work. Even if they are currently in the middle of nowhere. And they are literally lost. And they have no way of coming back to the TVA office right now since the TemPad is dead and-
Well, maybe it’s not so good after all.
“So let me get this straight-”
“You do nothing straight,” Mobius immediately cuts him off, a small proud smile appearing on his face.
It’s time for Loki to look annoyed. “Well, obviously, everyone knows it, that’s not the point,” he hisses before trying again. “The TemPad is dead so we cannot open the portal to go back, and you - being a TVA agent for so long - have no idea where are we and how to get us any help.” The grey-haired man hears the teasing tone perfectly.
“Gee, now that you said it out loud it does sound kind of depressing,” he jokes, not really humorously.
“Mobius-”
“Alright, alright, yes, that’s generally our current situation, what do you want me to do?” He snaps finally, jumping onto his feet and once again starting to circle the area.
The God of Mischief seems to be a bit startled by the sudden outburst. This time the guilt that he starts to feel doesn’t go away this easily. He was actually joking, but he can see now that Mobius is actually stressed.
Loki stands up as well and quickly approaches the other man. He grabs him by his wrist, which forces the grey-haired to stop his movements and face the god.
“I’m terribly sorry,” he says sincerely. “I… didn’t mean to make you angry.” He squeezes the held wrist slightly as a form of apology.
Mobius, once again, signs deeply, throwing his head backwards and taking a breath. Then, he looks back into these emerald orbs, which he fell for the first time he saw them.
“It’s alright,” he answers. “I’m just a bit on edge, that’s all.”
“Noted.”
They stare at each other for several seconds, maybe even minutes- It’s hard to tell when you lose track of time. The comfortable silence is surrounding them like a blanket that paramedics give you when you’re in shock.
After what might be several hours, as well as just a few minutes, something interrupts them.
“Hey there, love birds.” As they turn around they immediately spot Hunter B-15 and Sylvie, both smirking at them teasingly at the scene in front of them.
Loki and Mobius jump away from the embrace they somehow managed to end up in, both clearing their throats. Loki’s glancing at Sylvie, his eyes begging her to stay quiet, as she discreetly mouths to him the word “Prince.”
“Um, you- took you long enough,” Mobius is the first to recover, trying to regain his composure.
“Be grateful we even bothered,” Hunter B-15 answers casually, before turning back to the portal behind them and entering it.
The rest follows soon after.