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(buckle up BITCHES)

Loki looked around frantically, finding his attempts to calm down becoming gradually more futile. He didn't know why he was so panicky all of a sudden, all that happened was a talk. It was innocent.

"I love you, babydoll." Mobius had said with a smile.

It was that name.

Babydoll.

She said that to him. Before Mobius.

Loki shook his head, ignoring the thoughts bouncing off the inside of his skull.

⚠︎⚠︎𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭.⚠︎⚠︎

Mobius noticed the panic and walked back over, kneeling next to Loki on the floor against the wall. "Darling-"

"Don't call me that!" Loki snapped without meaning to, covering his ears. He was shaking and crying, muttering under his breath. "She called me that.."

Mobius paused, tilting his head slightly. "Who?"

Loki nearly threw up in his mouth at the thought of her name. "My supposed 'mother'. She was no mom to me."¹

"What did she do to ruin a name for you-?"

"She did things no mother would ever do.."

Loki gulped down the lump in his throat, recanting the story like it was yesterday.

It was his eighth birthday. He was celebrating like any child does, cake and ice cream. His mother led him to her room after the party, handing him what he could only say was "an outfit made for the red light district" and told him to put it on. Being young, he did as told. His mother only smiled before she started. He was touched and grabbed, groped and choked. Forced into something he was later told was supposed to have consent. The only person who ever new until now was his father, who had sworn to protect him and did just that. Thor had eventually found out and now Mobius. But it didn't stop there, it went on for years. He put up defenses to keep it from happening once she had "accidentally disappeared", and admitted that his personality was a lie. He was ashamed. He was only flirty and romantic on a normal basis as a way to cope, all he had ever known was being used for pleasure. He hated what she called him.

He couldn't stand those names. Darling. Babydoll. Precious. Good Boy. Pet. Toy. It made him practically puke thinking about it, and it made him shake. Sometimes, all Loki could feel was the hand prints she left behind, burning like cattle prods.

⚠︎⚠︎𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰.⚠︎⚠︎

But Mobius was different. His touches were soft and kind, inviting almost. His voice was low and sweet, his eyes were honest. The way he held Loki in his arms made him feel.. safe. Protected. Like nothing would happen.

"It's okay, Loks. Nothing will ever happen to you when I'm here, never again. No matter what anybody tells you, we'll be together forever and you'll always have me to save you. I promise."

He smiled at the sweet nothings falling out of his lover's mouth, the burning fading into a fuzzy feeling he liked. "I loooove you." He giggled out, cuddling up against the white haired man like a cat.

Sure, he was childish and kind of stupid. But damn was this greasy weasel of a god lovable to all hell.

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MOTHER IS NOT A TERM OF ENDEARMENT FOLKS I SHOULDA PUT BIRTHGIVER BUT I WAS LAZY