It was set in the fine threads of Yggdrasil, that they were never to be with one another, or the world as they know would cease to exist. Loki's tired of it. He wants this more than anything. But will you give up your safety net? Could you risk it a...
Loki felt nothing. he felt fucking pathetic. He didn't have a purpose, nor a goal of his own. All his life was taken away, and then his new one of saving the TVA from he who remains sealed it off. He didn't really need to do anything anymore. The TVA was being taken care of by Mobius and B-15. What was he needed for?
They had found Sylvie, but she was pointless now after their meeting at the end of time. It was an unspoken understanding that she didn't want to see him again, especially after kissing him. God, he thought of her as a friend, but going so far as to kiss him just as a distraction? Loki didn't know what to feel. It wasn't like there were many people kissing him while he was a Prince on Asgard.
Now he was shifting through space and time, drifting through its continuum. Loki needed to find his Mobius. He needed to warn him. It's the least he could do. Then he could kill himself. If he wanted.
And so Loki drifted through time, painfully being disembodied and reassembled into atoms and finally his physical being in a matter of picoseconds. He would be lying if he didn't say he liked that pain. Masochistic? Probably. Physical torture was another thing Loki had to face, might as well enjoy it.
Coming across a little man with glasses, Loki had a polite conversation about time slipping, after being frustrated trying to theoretically plause a question in terms of it. He finally time slipped into his original timeline, where he reunited with his Mobius. A too-long-to-be-termed platonic hug later, the two men enjoyed a lemon meringue each in the TVA's cafeteria, and where Loki understood that the silly autistic man was, in fact, the only member of the Repairs & Advancements team, hidden away deep in the foundations of the TVA.
"Loki?" Mobius called out from behind the shelf, a grin enveloping his face as he recognised the greasy hair and wide chest of the man he held a soft spot for.
"My Mobius," Loki turned around, and immediately rushed towards the man to embrace the one he could truly trust. He needed a cry, a hug, anything to comfort him. At least he found his Mobius.
Loki phased through time, his skin peeling itself from his bones and flesh, and his organs shifting up and down. Mobius pulled back in a flash, terrified at the sight before him, "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know-" Loki answered before slipping a little again, "It shifts me through the space-time continuum, which I am not very fond of. But a little man named O.B. told me it's called time-slipping, and I need to get to him to get fixed."
Loki looked deep into the eyes of his friend, where signs of fear— not of him, but for him— phased through. "Are you okay?"
"Not really, but I'll tell you everything whilst we're on the way. Come on."
\-/
"Okay, hold on, you're telling me that Sylvie killed the man at the end of time?"
"Mobius, he created everything here just so variants of himself don't fucking destroy the multiverse."
"Look, Loki, we've stopped pruning the branches, right now our priority should be stopping whatever is happening to you."
"Yes, we can do that, but we can also talk about this in the first place."
Mobius remained silent, not wishing to look so close as the direction of Loki, simply to not bear witness to his time slipping again.
"I'll ride you on a jet ski if you listen to me," Loki whispered to him.
\-/
"This pie is fucking delicious, " Mobius laughed as he scooped up another spoonful of the desert, "Good to know you know what candy is."
"Shut up." Loki smiled. Life was seemingly getting better. And all it took was a slice of pie with a TVA analyst.
"Mobius, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
You pulled him back by his shoulder, forcing his non-spinnable chair to face you. Loki watched in amusement as his friend was being manhandled by his co-worker, "Do you know how many goddamn minutes of my lunch break I've wasted searching for you? Fuck, I thought you were out on the field fucking this moron."
"Hey, hey, I'm right here!" Mobius tried to calm you down, "Besides, I love this little pussy cat, but he's in a relationship with someone else-"
"No, I am not-"
"Yes, you are!'
"Am not-"
"Shut it!" You pulled him by the ear, "Now go up there and get back to tracking Renslayer's pad or so help me burn this place to the ground."
"Woah, calm down, I placed Casey on that," Mobius begged for mercy, and at that moment Loki intervened.
"Unhand him this instant," Loki growled.
"Oh my god, it's a white man trying to tell me what to do!" You smiled sarcastically.
"Loki this is one of the best hunters and analysts you'll meet on the field," Mobius introduced you to Loki after which you let him go and ushered him towards Casey requesting updates.
"So you're the infamous Loki we've recruited? Huh, I thought you'd be more feminine."
"I am feminine," she scoffed, "You're a transphobe, I suppose."
"No, I'm not, but I must say you look much hotter like this."
Loki blushed. She burned and heat flowered through her entire being. Fuck, you were bold as fuck.
"I don't suppose you can shape-shift, can you?" Loki jested.
"Unfortunately not," you smiled, "I have some work for you."
You handed him a little brown file, and turned to leave the cafe; so many things to do, so little time. Loki caught himself with his eyes on your ass. So perfect, just teasing him as you moved your hips as you walked. Your aura was irreplaceable, taunting him to follow before it was out of his reach.
He needed to know. But now his eyes were on the file, and his need to follow your instructions was thrilling him. Opening the file, he was dumbfounded.
He was tasked with lunch duty.
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