Choke me like you hate me but you-
Loki isn't particularly close to anyone else in the TVA, thus, the most they get are some puzzled or curious looks but nothing more. The only person who has given them a chance is Mobius M Mobius which makes it even easier to lie when Renslayer asks them where they got the strange necklace from.
They immediately cross their legs, arching a brow as they take another quick sip of their coffee in the break room. "Is this another interrogation, then? Surely not one where you once again plan on killing me?"
"I don't think this is the time to be joking around, Odinson. You should know that the slightest alterations in any timeline could have catastrophic consequences. You're meant to do what you're told and get out, not buy little trinkets and cause havoc."
"What exactly are you accusing me of? Another Loki variant, breaking the rules already? Leading quite certainly to my end? Isn't that a bit too cliche, Renée?"
"That isn't my- whatever. You aren't worth my time but there is one last thing you need to know." Loki leans in like they really, really want to hear it, gasping dramatically when she finishes her threat. "If I find out the rumours are true and this is a gift from Mobius, there will be hell to pay. We don't allow relationships like that here at the TVA so get your shit together and stop playing with jewellery. Do your job. Don't make me regret letting you stick around anymore than I already do, got it?"
Loki grits their teeth, then stands and salutes her just before she turns to walk away. With a scoff, she departs, leaving them alone. They fiddle with the pretty green thing wrapped around their throat and smile to themself, jumping when Mobius comes in with B15 in tow.
"Shit, Lok. You okay? I heard what she said... We both did." B15 lowers her head at these words from Mobius, feeling even more uncomfortable when he reaches out and puts a hand on Loki's shoulder with a small smile. The way they look at each other confuses her. It's not professional in the slightest. There's a warmth and fondness to their shared gazes that she doesn't understand. Maybe this is what people call friendship. Perhaps one day she might understand it for herself. Only time can tell. For now, she stands stiff and straight, trying to look prepared for anything in front of the men in case they have work for her, even as they are too busy whispering under their breath and lost in each other to notice.
"I'm okay, M, I promise-"
"Are you sure? Maybe I should talk to her. I'll talk to her." He goes to leave the room, only to be gripped and pulled back by Loki. The god looks startled as they gaze at the agent, shaking their head with a small huff of amusement at his upset expression.
"Interesting as that would be to see, I think it's better we leave it alone. Besides... I believe what I'm wearing is worth a little tongue-lashing from a tightly-wound corporate stooge, don't you?"
"Hey, I was the same way before you showed up so don't judge her too hard. It's just how things are around here."
"Oh, please. You're not like her at all. You never have been. Don't you agree, Bee?"
Puzzled at the nickname, B15 takes a moment before she nods her head and rattles off factually, "Mobius is the nicest of my superiors. He's polite to everyone and he..."
"Hey. Why'd you stop? I like having my praises sung," Mobius tries to joke, although one can tell he's a bit flustered if they look hard enough. Loki certainly can. They hope they can make it even harder for him to control himself, his reactions and his emotions once they're alone together again.
"Sorry. I just don't understand. If Renslayer had requested that you remove the choker, why do you leave it on?"
"It's got sentimental value." She frowns, although she tries to nod like she understands. Loki just clicks their tongue and grins, stretching their hands behind their back and arching their neck rather pointedly in the process. "You'll understand when you're older. Run along now."
"Loki, be nice."
They pout at Mobius, displeased with the brief scold. Mobius only arches a brow in return, his gaze once again flitting to the adornment around Loki's neck before he can help himself. A tension passes between them and fills the room as their eyes meet once more, Loki fully aware of where Mobius' gaze had gone. B15 speaks to the silver-haired gentleman a little longer about some matter that really doesn't seem as important right now with the Asgardian deity of trickery and chaos waiting for him. Once she's out of sight, he lets out a sigh of relief that's cut off when Loki puts their hands to his cheeks and leans in for a kiss.
Without wasting any time, Mobius tugs at the collar to draw them away just before their mouths meet. His lips burn with wanton longing but it's worth it to see Loki's tremble with need as they struggle not to beg. It always hurts their pride when Mobius gets them of all people to plead for attention, yet, it seems to be exactly what the agitating agent wants. Loki presses their palms into their thighs, looking away from the gorgeous creature who holds their every desire without even trying, sulking to themself in childish annoyance.
"Haven't even seen you the whole day, yet I don't get a kiss. This isn't partner behaviour at all..."
"What was that, my dear? Did you really miss me that much?"
Loki pretends the generic pet name doesn't cause their heart to double its rate as they cross their arms. "Isn't your hearing supposed to be worse, old man?"
"You're older than me. Also, aren't I the one meant to be the one pining over you, pretty one?"
"If we get into another argument over who is more aesthetically pleasing, I might have to get on my knees right here to prove my point."
"I'd welcome it." Loki arches a brow. Usually, Mobius wouldn't even dare tease like that. He's an easily flustered goody two shoes. It's sweet and adorable watching him flounder, yet, it's been some time since the agent clasped the choker around their neck. Ever since, they've had this sneaking feeling that it makes him feel much more confident that he used to be and well, what is there to be said? Mobius likes feeling like there's secret proof of what they are that's more permanent than a hickey on Loki's neck and the god rather likes being branded, keeping it on constantly and loving the attention they receive in return, particularly from the man who gifted it to them.
"I'm deeply, irreparably wounded over the fact that I'm becoming the shy one in our relationship, now."
Mobius laughs in response and the sound drips like honey down into Loki's stomach, warming them up. The bees within bumble around happily over the sight, paying no heed to how their stomach twists because of this. They'd been so sure they were ill when this first began but then Mobius had asked them to be their partner-partner, shakily holding out the choker as a gift and it had clicked that the foolish, ridiculous human delusion of a crush was the cause of all their troubles.
"It's okay, Lok. After all, we can always switch. I love to be vers-atile as much as anyone, don't you?" With a small smirk, Mobius brushes a finger over their throat and walks away, lightly flushed as he leaves the room because they definitely haven't talked about taking it further but he's been trying to work up the courage to finally ask since he saw Loki in the pretty green choker for the first time. The wide and starry-eyed deity goes still and practically catatonic for a full five seconds before they come to, rushing after the man like something wild is chasing after them.