From the porch to the surf line about thirty meters. Old sun-bleached boards crackle as they heat up. Seagulls fly low near the water. The air tastes salty.
Loki lies on the porch, under the canopy, his eyes closed. He enjoys rare moments of relative peace and quiet. The back hardly hurts, and there is a bottle of juice nearby, within reach.
He suddenly realizes that he hasn't mentioned TVA or Kang or Thanos since last night. He didn't thinked about the past at all.
In the morning he was awakened by the whistle of a boiling kettle. On the pillow, next to his head, he found a piece of paper from Mobius's notebook. These notes have already become their tradition. Today it was a kitten in a helmet with horns and the inscription "Good morning, kitty!"
Loki chuckled. He got up and wandered sleepily into the kitchen. Breakfast was already ready, Mobius smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hi, darling! Sit down, I'll pour you coffee now."
They weren't in a hurry. Mobius took off his apron and sat down next to Loki and they ate breakfast together, lazily discussing plans for the day.
Loki smiled as he remembered that morning. From somewhere behind the house came the sound of a hammer, then a disgruntled snort.
God smiled wider and placed his palms on his stomach.
Mobius build the swing. They both understood that the swing would not be needed soon, but the man once promised Loki that this would be the first thing he would build when they had their own house. However, this was not entirely true. Mobius had already made the cradle and now it was in the children's room on the second floor.
Croki with the Kid Loki helped Mobius. The snort of the alligator and the clatter of the hammer had a calming effect on Loki. He heard a clatter on the path and raised his head. The Kid appeared around the corner, out of breath from his run.
"Dad says: get your ass up and go help!"
Loki noted to himself that the Kid had finally gotten used to his new family and began to call Mobius dad.
Loki thought that not every teenager can boast that his brother is an alligator, and his dad can control time.
"I don't believe he said that," Loki said. "But I'll come. I know he can't do it without me."
The boy nodded, stuck out his tongue and ran away.
Loki closed his eyes again. Something stirred in his stomach, he had become accustomed to these jolts recently. Now, in the evenings, Mobius liked to lie with his hands pressed to his stomach. These shocks enthralled him.
Looking at Mobius, Loki knew that he had nothing to worry about. Mobius was supposed to be the perfect father. He always cared for Loki, but the way he touched Loki's stomach with all his love was simply indescribable.
He made sure Loki took his vitamins. He massaged him every evening... Mobius made a swing for their child.
The sound of the hammer drowned out the loud voice that could only belong to Thor. Loki listened.
"Is that a hammer or a toothpick?" Thunderbolt asked.
God didn't hear what exactly Mobius answered. He got up from the porch and went to his family.