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It was like old times for the briefest moment; Loki eagerly walking at his side, off to solve yet another mystery, and—
“I think you have something of mine.”
—time ran out just as soon as it started.
Ravonna’s voice sounded angry, maybe hurt, but his own heart was numb in the face of her betrayal.
“Yeah, I got all the way down there before I even realized I picked up yours,” he lied.
A test.
She didn’t bite. The hunters flanking her were loyal, they’d spent countless years of their stolen lives pruning out would-be defectors. He knew that now.
He was a dead man.
But he could still give Loki a chance… and show what he’d meant. That despite his earlier anger, he still believed in him, knowing Loki deserved to hear it from someone.
Loki was tense beside him, eyes flicking frantically between Mobius and Ravonna, at a loss for what to do.
So he teased her. Acknowledged openly what Loki had told him, showing that he believed it.
“…wherever it is I’m really from.”
Loki’s tiny gasp let him know his intent had been heard, and he… he couldn’t hide it anymore. He knew he didn’t have more than a few seconds, but—
You know what she’d really hate?
Mobius turned, meeting Loki’s intense, watery gaze. He offered a crooked smile, a little thing just for Loki. Loki’s fingers twitched at his sides, unsure, but Mobius was more certain than he might have ever been in his life.
He stepped forward and pressed his lips to Loki’s.
Ravonna’s scoff was completely drowned out by Loki’s soft little moan, the way he leaned in after only a heartbeat’s hesitation. Loki tilted his head and pressed back, his lips turning up in an answering smile.
Mobius felt a sob building at the back of his throat—the kiss was everything he’d hoped, he’d wanted it for so long, he wanted so much more—but he pulled away, leaving Loki dazed for the briefest moment.
He turned back to Ravonna with a vicious, triumphant grin.
“That’s what I’d like to do.” Mobius shrugged, making sure all attention was on him, not on Loki. Maybe he’d have the chance to run.
“That, and riding around on my jet ski.”
“Prune him.”