A friend (Loki×Mobius)

A friend?

It has been weeks or months, he didn't exactly know how much time since he was in the tva, but it felt like eternity since Loki has been pruned by his female version as he tried to protect Mobius. She has been pruned along with him, thanks to Hunter B-15, but that didn't make him feel any better. Mobius was steeped in guilt. He couldn't let go of it. He couldn't let go of him. Him and Loki haven't been in a relationship but Mobius could tell they have been close to that. He has never been this close to someone and he knew Loki had been in the same situation. The excitement they both had felt at a simple touch was tremendous. Both of them had kept their feelings for themselves, but both of them also knew the other hadn't been uninterested. They were going to talk before the mission but had been interrupted and decided to do it after. But there hadn't been an after. The only thing keeping them apart now was death. Or time.

Mobius thought about it, they had a connection like both of them haven't had before and there were possibilities for them to meet again. Mobius could wait for another Loki variant to do some mischief and get to the tva, but it wouldn't be the same. His Loki was gone for good, but he couldn't let go of the thought to see him again. He had spent so much time with Loki that he realized he wasn't so different from him. Mobius did have access to traveling timelines, but was he actually going to break the rules for Loki? He was aware of the possible consequences, but he didn't care. He would do anything to see him once again. There was a way for him to see Loki without getting caught. He was the only one Ravonna told about it. She trusted him and now Mobius would break her trust, for Loki. At first he thought saying he loved Loki was insane, but now he wouldn't find a better word to express his feelings for him.

Mobius knew what he was going to do and in order to do it he needed to steal Ravonna's tempad, which he did while they were talking in her office. All he needed to do now was not to get caught and to figure out to when/where he would go. He could go to any place at any time, but he chose a place he figured Loki would need someone. It was the time that probably affected him most. 2011 in Asgard, when he had found out about his parentage. How alone he must have felt underneath his facade. He was misunderstood, but no one knew that. Only Mobius did, only he would ever know. He wondered if things would've played different if Loki had had only one person he knew cared. A friend, a significant other, someone that believed in him and would let him know that he wasn't alone. That's the only thing he needed and Mobius would give it to him.

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It all made sense now. Why Odin favoured Thor, why he didn't even have a chance to become king, why he was so different. Odin had been looking for plausible reasons to not make him king for a long time, Loki never really understood why. Now he did. He was thinking it was because he wasn't tall or strong enough, because he wasn't keen on fighting in battles. But this wasn't only it. He was a Frost Giant, a monster. His whole life he was told to hate them because they're evil, he feared them when he was a child. But he only ever feared himself, he only ever hated himself.

He entered his room with a strong aching in his chest, he had felt it since he confronted Odin. His heart was fluttering. Loki hid all his pain the best he could when he spoke to his mother, but he wouldn't try and hide it from himself, pretend that he was fine. As Loki locked the door of his room he started to look around. Everything in there was a lie, his whole life was. The only part of his room that felt familiar now was the corner on the left side of his bed. He used to curl up in that corner and cry when he tried his best, but it wasn't enough and Thor got whatever was on the table, although he didn't deserve it. He had sat often in that corner.

As he began to approach the corner, Loki couldn't help but slide down the wall with his back. He didn't know what to do now. He felt lost and empty inside. It felt like his entire body was going numb and everything was shutting down. The pain grew and he felt tears running down his cheeks as it became harder and harder for him to breathe. All he wanted to do now was to die and release himself from the pain. His powers seemed to get overwhelmed by his emotions and some books and other decors started to drop down onto the floor. Some of them broke into tiny pieces when they reached the ground and he realized he kinda was doing that on purpose.