Loki/Tom Hiddleston Oneshots

C. I like you pt2

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*warning: Loki episode 2 spoilers!*

Mobius POV

After finding out that Loki's theory was right, we had dug our heads into the files regarding on apocalypses and the variant, hoping to find a clue on their hideout.

I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Loki kissed me. Why was that going round and round my head? It was just Loki trying to get on my nerves, that's all. That's all it was.

As I was blindly flipping through the files, I heard a small airy sound. I looked up and saw Loki sleeping on his desk, small snores were escaping through his lips and I couldn't help but giggle a little at the sight. For someone who wants to kill millions just to conquer Earth, he does look like a little muffin when asleep.

He killed millions.... my thoughts pulled me back to Loki's past life that I have studied all my life. He betrays people, he tried to erase an entire species, he stabbed and betrayed his own brother like a billion times, he killed innocent lives just to rule over them.

Was it all really him?

I reached out to pat his head softly, making sure I didn't wake him up or this would turn out very awkward. My hand landed carefully on his dark locks, it was soft and cold.

He's a frost giant. I remembered.

I slowly brush my hand across his sleeping head. He was just like a little kitten. His head all snuggled up in his own arms, snoring a little. It was an adorable sight to see.

I smiled at Loki who was stirring a little from my touch. All my life I've always known that everyone's future and fate was set in stone on the sacred timeline. There wasn't a path for Loki to be good on the sacred timeline. Maybe since now he isn't following that path anymore, something's changed. Maybe if it weren't for the sacred timeline, Loki was a good person in heart.

Why am I making excuses for him?

Renslayer asked me that question several times. Now I'm asking myself the same question. Loki.... I trust him. But why? He's just like the other variants, but what's making him so special that makes me want to protect him from everything? All I needed was him to help me find the variant I've been hunting for years. That's all that matters.

But deep in my heart I know I wanted more. And I wanted it more than riding on a jet ski.

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Loki POV

"Loki? Loki wake up." I felt a hand shake me awake. I had accidentally fell asleep on the desk when me and Mobius were going through a mountain pile of files.

I looked up hazily at Mobius. "Let's take a walk." He said and beckoned me with a hand.

I followed him down the elevator to the TVA cafeteria. Mobius took a seat in front of me after getting one of those weird TVA sodas.

I looked out and took hold of the sight before me. The TVA was huge and bright. Full of working staffs and members at every corner. "Is this all you want to do for the rest of your life?" I suddenly asked Mobius. He just looked at me sided eye and smiled to himself.

"The TVA is my life Loki. It's what I call my own glorious purpose." I chuckled at the man's words.

"So you're just going to waste your life here being slaves to three magical lizards"

"Timekeepers." Mobius cut me off to correct me.

I scrunched up my face. "That's what I said." Mobius just shook his head slowly. "As I was saying you're just going to keep working for the TVA when you could.. you know live a normal life and do whatever you want. Maybe even ride that jet ski you admire so much."

The agent smiled at the thought. "Maybe I could have. But that's not what I want."

"Do you even know what you want?" Loki said in a defensive tone.

Mobius looked down, unable to answer the god of mischief.

"What do you want Loki?" I rolled his eyes at his attempt to change the subject. But I played along.

"To be king."

"Nono I remember you said that's what you're supposed to be. But what do you want to be?"

I stared blankly at him. When Mobius first took me to help him catch a runaway variant he seemed so caring, so understanding to my cause and my suffering. Maybe he pitied me, maybe he just wanted to win my trust to get me to help him.

I can't choose.

I snorted. "To be king!" I repeated my answer.

To be with you. My heart spoke back.

Mobius just continued to smile at me, making me uncomfortable.

"W-What is it? Do I sound stupid to you?? Mock me if you dare."

"No that's not it." Mobius waved a hand in front of me to calm me down. "I just... there's so many other things in life. Being king of the world? That sounds boring. Especially for the god of mischief."

I glared at him, but he continued.

"What's going to happen once you do become king?" Mobius crossed his leg and rest it on the other. "You sit on a throne, order stuff around yada yada yada. Then what? Live in a castle alone for eternity?"

"I don't want to answer you." Loki clenched his fist under the table. He already knew being king was pointless. The only reason he had gone down to earth in the first place was because of Thanos' manipulation. Ever since he had gotten to the TVA he had been asking himself what exactly was his glorious purpose? Right now all he could think of was being here, with Moby. Did that kiss we had meant nothing to him? Why is he acting as if nothing had happened. I thought I could sneakily give a hint but I guess he took it as something I'd do to annoy him.

Mobius stayed quiet after that. His eyes were wandering elsewhere now while drinking his soda sip by sip. He sure loved the cafeteria.

"You know.." I started the conversation again. "You once called me a scared little boy.."

"I called you a lot of things."

"Yea.. but. You're wrong though." I pursed my lips as Mobius finally made eye contact with me. He was listening, waiting for an answer.

"Because I know something that children don't. No one bad, is truly bad. And no one good is truly good. At first I kind of think it's ridiculous but.."

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Mobius POV

I was spacing out a little as he continued speaking. As his analyst who had studied his whole life, I didn't really truly understand what's going on in his mind. It was complicated. It wasn't a straight path that I could just predict what he'd do. Every time I thought I was right he'd pull out something like this. What was he trying to accomplish? I'd tell myself that whatever move he played or whatever he said was just to manipulate everyone around him. I mean that's how his life is suppose to go anyway. But sometimes his words were genuine. Crystal clear. I couldn't see him lying about stuff like this.

"Moby?" Loki called.

"Scared little boy..." I whispered to myself.

"Did you not hear anything I said? I just told you I wasn't."

"Yeah.." I stared into his eyes. I never knew how green they were. Loki stared back as if he got sucked into them. I finally snapped and blinked a few times, blushing at my actions. Loki snapped out as well and turned away.

"Come on." I got up and pat the variant softly on the back, trying hard to not show my reddened face. "I just remembered something."