Bullpen (Loki X Mobius One-Shot)

Bullpen

"You know, Mobius..."

"Hm?" Mobius hums, pulling his tiny cup of water from the water cooler.

"Those suits really don't flatter your figure."

Mobius turns exaggeratedly towards Loki, shaking his head and nearly spilling his measly three ounces of water, "Excuse me!?"

Loki licks his lips and grins at his reaction, "I mean I'm just saying. We all know what you're hiding under there, why not show it off...we aren't in the dark ages..."

Mobius puts his hands up in disbelief, fighting the urge to shove Loki, "Oh what, like you? Wearing those tiny little office shirts every day? And not every pair of pants have to fit like a second skin, you know! You could stand to dress a little less distractingly...." Mobius runs his hand through his hair, sighing exasperatedly, looking around as if he hoped no one had heard that little outburst.

Loki's eyes fill with mirth and humor, staring down at Mobius and his embarassed squirming, his smile spreading into a toothy grin.

Mobius locks eyes with him again, noticing his silent laughter, "Stop looking at me like that..."

Loki bites his lips before replying, "No wait I'm sorry what was that? Can you repeat that?"

Mobius shrugs nonchalantly, "What was what, I don't- I don't know what you mean. I was just..."

Loki doesn't reply, quirking a brow at him as he watches him continue down the hole he's digging for himself.

"What is happening right now!? If you're messing with me, stop it!" Mobius hisses.

"Oh I don't know, I think I like you like this. You're not talking down to me for once. In fact it's a little hot in here don't you think I- hmm..." Loki starts to shrug off his Variant coat, slowly revealing his shoulders and slender midsection, muscles visibly curling and flexing underneath his tight white shirt. Making a show of it for Mobius, he lets his eyes bore deeply into his until Mobius has to look away due to the sheer intensity of his dark green irises.

Mobius's cheeks bloom into a deep pink, "What are you doing, man...." he mutters, his small cup of water shivering in his hand.

Loki's smile is still bright and for a moment he's going to continue, push farther until Mobius is well and truly nervous and embarrassed under his gaze but after taking in Mobius's truly confused and nervous face he relents.

He doesn't want to push too far, he tuts... "Sorry," Loki chuckles gently, shrugging his jacket back up his shoulders, " I was just trying to cook up some trouble." He sighs, leaning his shoulder against the eggshell white wall, "It's terribly boring here."

"And your first instinct is to try your hand at some sexual harassment? For fun!?"

Loki can't help but grin, "I've never tried to create chaos in an office environment before! It doesn't really supply me with a lot of options."

"Then for the sake of us all, just blow something up. You don't have to succumb to the awful societal cliches of an office work environment, this isn't earth..."

"And instead what? Play to your assumptions of me? Get put on an even tighter leash, I think not."

"Well then for my sake at least, never do that again."

Loki rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

"A tighter leash might do you good..." Mobius grumbles, Loki's ears perking up at that, a sly, knowing, grin spreading across his face.

Mobius notices this and grunts in disgust at Loki before turning to walk away. But he can't help but quickly spin around to rebuke him once more, "Just- keep your clothes on." he begs, "Take that jacket off like that again and I'll have you pruned."

"Yeah...that was a little too far." Loki agrees nonchalantly, following Mobius through the office.

"Way too far. Way too far, Loki. I mean what are you trying to do? People will get the wrong idea." Mobius complains, walking a bit faster past the cubicles, hoping no one catches even a bit of this conversation.

"From me or you? I had no idea you could blush like that. I mean, I wasn't even sure any of you had blood coursing through your veins until I saw that delightful reaction." Loki grins, hands in his pockets following at a more relaxed pace.

Mobius reaches the door to the office and walks out into the hallway, he turns around to see Loki still following close behind. He groans, shaking his head, "I wasn't blushing, man. Why are you even saying that? You're not- you're not doing anything worth blushing over."

Loki raises a brow at him, his head swaying over his right shoulder, "Oh really?" he probes, his voice laced with total disbelief.

Mobius shrugs, glancing down the hall hoping someone comes walking down to interrupt this line of questioning, "No, and that's one thing I never understood either like- humans and gods alike would swoon over you and I- I mean I just don't get it, it's just weird you're just a s-"

Loki quickly closes the distance, his sharp leather dress shoes clicking against the glossy floors for a moment before pressing one arm against the wall next to Mobius's head.

Mobius stares up at Loki, doe eyed and frozen in place, his breath caught in his chest...

Loki breathes softly down at him, Mobius's eyelids fluttering under his breathy hum.

He smells of pine needles and frankincense...fruit wines and fresh bread...

Loki's free hand teases Mobius's pinky and down the side of his palm, a feather light touch that still causes his throat to jump as he swallows nervously.

His head comes down dangerously close to Mobius's face, he can almost hear Mobius's heart hammering in his chest as he leans in closer.

"So you're telling me you don't see the appeal? Is that it?"

Mobius's fist tighter around his water, his other hand instinctively coming up to press against Loki's chest without his knowing, "H- hey uh...W- well I-"

Loki smirks, leaning in closer until his nose is gently pressing against Mobius's cheek, the sound of water hitting the linoleum floor interrupts him...

Loki leans away, looking down between their feet...

"You've spilled your water, Mobius." He smiles before walking off down the hall..

Mobius can't move or say anything for a good few seconds, locked in place like a deer caught in headlights, then the heat in his cheeks shocks him back into reality.

Feverishly searching up and down the halls for any witnesses, he nervously flattens his tie and straightens his shirt before shuffling down the hall, "L- Loki you can't roam around on your own! Where are you going!? I swear you're the most irritating demigod I've ever met!"