Little stories of love and joy.

loki

Loki was sitting on Mobius' table, his slender fingers delicately wrapping bandages around a deep wound on his wrist. Silvy, a fellow agent of the Time Variance Authority, watched him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're doing it wrong," she remarked, unable to hide her amusement.

Startled by her comment, Loki dropped the bandages, revealing an ugly-looking knife slit on his wrist. His shoulder was also cut deeply, and a jagged gash marred his cheek. He sighed, his eyes glowing with a mixture of pain and annoyance. "I think I don't need your input," he retorted, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness.

Just as the tension between Loki and Silvy began to escalate, Mobius stepped in, his calm demeanor diffusing the brewing conflict. "Woah, woah, woah, guys, let's chill, alright?" he interjected, his voice soothing. "Loki, I can help you bandage those wounds."

Silvy, ever the observer, leaned against another desk, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her. She watched as Mobius took up the bandages and skillfully stitched Loki's wounds, his hands moving with precision and care. The room fell into a hushed silence, broken only by the soft sound of thread pulling through flesh.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Silvy couldn't help but ask, "I saw your TVA video, Loki. After the Battle of New York, did you not get medical attention?"

Loki spluttered, his usually eloquent words failing him for a moment. "I was sent to the dungeons for my crimes, Silvy," he finally managed to say, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Medical attention wasn't exactly an option."

As Mobius finished his work, he stepped back, a small smile playing on his lips. "All done," he announced, his eyes meeting Loki's. The God of Mischief, known for his cunning and deceit, offered a rare display of vulnerability as he smiled softly, his signature evil grin replaced by something more genuine.

"Thank you, Mobius," Loki said, his voice filled with gratitude. It was a rare moment of sincerity from the trickster, and Mobius couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest.

"Anytime, Lokes. Anytime," Mobius replied, his voice filled with a mix of fondness and camaraderie. Silvy couldn't help but smile at the nickname, her eyes flickering between the two men.

"Did he just call you Lokes?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Loki's cheeks flushed slightly, a rare display of embarrassment. "Silvy, no," he muttered, trying to regain his composure.

As the three of them stood there, the wounds on Loki's body now tended to, a newfound bond seemed to form between them. In the midst of the chaos and uncertainty of their work at the TVA, they found solace in each other's presence, a reminder that even the most broken souls could find healing and friendship in the unlikeliest of places.

And so, as the echoes of their shared laughter filled the room, they knew that they were not alone in their struggles. Together, they would face whatever challenges the universe threw their way, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.