Have Mercy On Me
Loki leaned in, her lips nearly touching Mobius’. Oh, those beautiful, cracked lips on that stunning, mustachioed face. Valhalla save her, what she wanted to do to that silly little man was so purely sinful that-
“Loki!” Thor barged into the library, holding his fist in the air triumphantly. “I’ve done it! I’ve-“ His brow furrowed, and his voice trailed off. The oafish god crouched down beside Mobius, examining his every trait. Slowly, his curiosity melted into something much more profound and serious. “Loki, you didn’t. You didn’t!”
“Norns, brother, why must you be so crude?” Loki let out an exaggerated scoff as a way of deflecting the conversation. She clearly didn’t expect her brother to pay her a visit, and especially not in such an intimate moment between her and her priest. She couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done to deserve a brother like him.
“I know what you’ve done, sister! You’ve brought a mortal man into Asgard! When father hears of this-”
“He won’t. I just need to add a little extra vigor to the spell, and he won’t be detected.”
Thor grumbled something indistinguishable in response, before lowering himself to Mobius’s level. “So, who is he?” He grabbed Mobius’ face, squishing his cheeks. “Such a strange man…”
A strangled yelp escaped Mobius’s throat. Shit, was he in danger? “I’m Mobius. I’m his priest,” he said, his words as pressed as his face. Oh shit, oh fuck.
“Loki’s priest! How utterly ridiculous. Loki would never have a priest, and even if she did, such a puny human would never suffice-”
Loki shoved Thor away, pulling Mobius from him. “Thor, could you leave my Mobius alone? He is merely visiting. Don’t scare him.”
“Visiting Asgard? That is forbidden. You know that’s forbidden.” Thor grumbled. “You are fully aware of the stipulations. You are aware of the rules. The absolute gall you have to possess-”
“Could you pipe down? Alf has already given me this same lecture, and he’s little more than three feet tall. I don’t need it from someone of your stature.” Loki crossed her arms, her teeth baring in an ire-filled sneer. “And besides, I have studied the rules and regulations much more than you have. Once I officially claim Mobius as my high priest through all of that ritualistic hullabaloo, all of the rules will seldom matter.”
“Oh yes, father will be much less angry with you when he sees a brand on Mobius’s arm. Are you using him, Loki? Will he meet the same fate as Greta?”
Loki’s eyes glowed with pure rage as she rose from her seat, asserting her presence as well as a lion to a gazelle. “Pipe. Down.” She seethed, her ire seeping through her and onto the hardwood floors of the library. Her body seemed to radiate magic, like she was ready to strike her brother at a moment’s notice.
Mobius watched this exchange with a concerned expression, the awkwardness of just standing there without being able to stand up for himself was incredibly unnerving, especially when Thor was claiming that Loki had ill intentions with him. That couldn’t be good.
He clasped his hands together, an anxious laugh falling from his lips as he prepared to run. “Well, I’m going to go find Alf!” He walked quickly to the door before he felt strong fingers wrap around his wrist, and a slight burning feeling. Then it felt more intense, like hot cast iron to his radial pulse point. Burning, burning, burning…
Oh gods.