It was like an unbearable, continuous dagger, sharper than he could imagine, stabbing at his heart. To return to the TVA, and not see recognition in those blue eyes he had come to trust. He made a crisp green apple appear and bit into it spitefully, he would simply have to worm his way back into the blond's heart, or pray to the stars themselves that he should remember a memory spell or charm fron Frigga's teachings. There was nothing for it now, but to wait. How he despised waiting, but he needed to be patient to get his friend back, he needed him back. Sylvie had consistently teased him that his friendship with the agent was because he had other feelings for him, but he had scoffed and waved her off with a snarky comment, not that she had listened to him when he had denied his feelings. He was currently sitting on some steps, researching a way to rewind the clocks and stop what He Who Remains had done to them all.
“You won’t find what you need in a book, you know.” Sylvie whispered from the shadows, rolling her eyes at him. She stepped forth, having found a way to skirt around the loophole of ‘no magic in the TVA’ and so far, had used such to dress as flamboyantly as possible. Her eyes shifted to someone else in the room, a pretty blonde haired girl who was doing stock take for papers in the TVA’s files. Loki followed her gaze and put down his papers, “It seems as though we both have a penchant for intelligent blondes.” He hadn’t meant for the dry qup to come out, but he was getting impatient, because it had seemed like days already since he had lost his friend to He Who Remains’ plot. She snickered, flicking off her fur lined leather cloak and putting it in a pocket dimension, walking over to him and sitting down beside him as she replied, “Yeah, it does seem like that, doesn’t it? Mine has a fiery temper on her though, and a tongue that speaks both poison and poetry.” The sorceress looked at him with a smirk, “See? I’m willing to say that I care, why aren’t you?” she tilted her head in a most cat-like gesture.
Loki chuckled a little, sitting closer to her, “We didn’t last long, did we? You were the first person I trusted…like that, you know. The only person it felt real with. But when I’m with him…it’s more than real, it’s as though all my emotions are brought to the surface, it’s ghastly.” he scrunched his nose up and sniffed delicately.
He smiled coyly at her, “Dos your lover have a name, Sylvie? You should really go and speak to her.” he suggested. He sighed and waved the papers back to where they were supposed to go, neither of them used magic in front of TVA members usually, but suddenly, he got to his feet, a thrill of excitement shooting through him.
Sylvie looked up at him, getting up too and crossing her arms, “Oh, I will. I’m not passing up an opportunity to at the very least, kiss her.” she smiled sharply. She then nodded towards him, “Yes, that means that your heart is not, in fact, black. Having emotions like that for someone generally means that you’re in love with them, Loki. At the very least, attracted to them.” she pointed out and then raised her left eyebrow, “What?” she asked.
Loki frowned, unsure if the field of space they had to use magic in would be secure enough power to do this specific spell. He needed to get Mobius back, because damn Sylvie and all her smugness, she was right. He sighed, opening his eyes and looking at her, “I need your help with a spell, a big one.” He straightened his lips, tightening them into a line as he explained, “There is a spell of Frigga’s that I’ve just remembered, I’ve been trying to think of it for days. This infernal place makes it hard to track time. However, I would need the both of us to do the spell exactly at the same time on either side of him, in order for him to regain his memory.” He kept his face as much of a cold mask as much as he could, but he knew it faltered, “I don’t even know if it will work.” he said quietly.
Sylvie rolled her eyes at him, patting his shoulder reassuringly, "Cone on, let's go do the spell so you can get your boyfriend back." she smirked at him, grabbing hia hand.
He went with her, to a place where they could practice the spell, a little alcove hidden by most in the TVA. Others would think they were slipping off together to cause some such mischief, if they remembered them, that is. Only when they were alone, Loki looked her dead in the eyes and told her softly, “To be truthful, he gave me a dagger.” Sylvie smirked at him, “Do you still have it?” she asked, certainly toying with him, but she asked anyways, and that was more than anyone else had done for him so far. He made the simple dagger appear in his hands, holding it reverently, it lacked ornamentation, but it mattered not, the intention it had been given with was ornament enough.
Sylvie gave him a pitying look, “Sentimentality suits you, Loki.” she chuckled softly, taking pity on him and finishing her apple, getting ready to do the spell with her.
Loki scowled at her, “You are hardly one to talk, Sylvie but thank you for helping me with this. I…I cannot lose him.” he added with a little emotions. It had been the blond that had got him used to showing his emotion rather than boxing it up and letting anger, rage and disappointment reign over him.
She nodded, “Trust me, I get it. Trust is hard to come by, and I know you trust him.” She added, a playful wink on her face, “Besides, if he can’t remember you, teasing you about him is no fun.” she quipped, cracking her knuckles, “Right then, where do we start?”
Loki looked at her, smiling a little, “We need three things for the spell, so not so fast.” He listed off to her that they needed a green candle, a flame that could withstand anything and a strand of the person who’s memory had been altered’s name.
Sylvie had volunteered to grab the hair, knowing to be careful, under threat of injury should she hurt Mobius. She soon returned with said hair, while Loki had prepared a bright green flame ready to go on his finger, and a pure black candle.
“Ready?” Sylvie asked, more than done with this, even if the blond hadn’t seen her take his hair. But this was time she could spend flirting with the pretty blonde who worked in the TVA.
Loki nodded to her, “We need to find him first, then secure the area so that it’s a practical magical resource, then we can do the spell.” he explained, knowing what he must chant.
Sylvie rolled her eyes, grabbing the candle and his hand, dragging him along with her, “Come on, let’s go find your boyfriend so we can get this over with.”
After spending about twenty minutes making sure the surrounding area was de-magic proofed after finding Mobius reading at his desk, Loki told her what to chant, so he lit the candle with the green flame that spit sparks of emerald, “ᚤᛟᚢ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚱᛖᛗᛖᛗᛒᛖᚱ”. He repeated it at the same time as Loki, making sure the swirling green of his magic surrounded the blond, as well as Sylvie’s swirls of golden magic, watching it combine and dissipate once cleared off.
Loki looked in hope at the blond and stepped out of the shadows, asking him quietly, “Hello?”
Mobius looked at him with a furrowed brow, “Loki? Are you okay? You look drained.” he asked, getting up and walking over to ther raven haired man.
Tears filled his lime green eyes, looking at Sylvie he nodded, “Thank you, friend.” He then hugged Mobius tightly, “Yes Movius, I am well. He Who Remains took you from us, snatched your memory away like a specter.”
The blond hugged him back tightly, but looked terrified, “He…he what?” he looked shocked to the core.
Loki moved away, forgetting himself as he stroked his face, “Your memory was taken from you, but do you remember now? Do you, truly? You looked at me like I were a complete stranger naught days ago from now.”
Mobius chuckled softly, blushing a little at his face being touched so tenderly, “You speak more like a citizen of Asgard when you’re nervous, Loki.”
Sylvie rolled her eyes at them and looked right at Loki, “Tell him, or I will, Loki.” She then teleported clean away, leaving them to each other’s company.
He looked at the god with worry as he asked, “Wait, if my memories were kaput, then where did you sleep?” He had been borrowing the couch in his little room given to him by the TVA, more like a one bed apartment than anything. He was worried for the ex-prince, which is what had gotten him to ask him to sleep on his couch in the first place, not to mention his attraction to the tall, lanky man.
Loki flushed hotly from embarrassment, “i…I did not need sleep. I wanted only for you to remember, so I did not rest until you were back to yourself." He confessed, looking sheepish.
The blond put a hand on his shoulder, “Well, I’m okay now, so please go get some sleep.” He yawned, smiling a little, “I might actually join you.” he sheepishly grimaced.
The ex-prince took one on his hands in his, looking into his eyes, “First, I must tell you something, Mobius. I…I–” he grunted, “This is harder to voice than initially thought…”
Mobius looked at him curiously as he wondered what had the usually cool as a cucumber god of mischief all frazzled, but he simply waited.
Loki bit his lip and looked at him, “Mobius, I have trouble trusting anyone, you know this as much as I do. Friendship is one thing, but falling in love was never on my cards. I once would have laughed at the very notion of caring for someone that deeply. But with you…it is much more complicated and difficult to figure out what exactly those feelings are.” he explained.
Mobius felt his heart rate speed up, he had been keeping his feelings for the slightly taller man under wraps because he knew it wouldn’t come to anything, but now, he wasn’t so sure. He replied, “Hey, it’s okay. Feelings can be scary. Let’s take this one word at a time, okay? You’re my friend, and I care about you. There are other ways to care about people.”
Loki looked hopeful, remembering that he looked almost like a child when they did that and blushed blue, his cheeks burning like a human’s would with frostbite, “Mbbius, you are a dear friend to me too, but I find that I feel a great deal more for you. I…I think that I…I think that I may be in love with you.”
He longed to hide his face, but needed to face this head on.
The blond’s face lit up entirely, smiling widely as he cupped Loki’s cheeks in his hands, “I love you too. I’ve had feelings for you for awhile now, Loki. But I didn’t think anything would happen between us…and then Sylvie showed up, and I thought you two were a sure thing, so I shut up and butted out.” he shrugged his shoulders.
Loki grimaced at the idea of him and his female counterpart being in a relationship, “Don’t be preposterous, Mobius. She and I are far too alike, we would be fighting like a wolf and a wild boat.” He added, tracing the blond’s arm before wrapping his left arm around him, “It is you that I care for so deeply. Seeing that handsome face I am so fond of not recognising me caused a great deal of pain.” he held him close to his torso.
Mobius hugged him close tightly, "I'm here, and I know you, sweetheart. You're okay." He hadn't realised the term of endearment he'd set loose.
Loki smiled softly at him, "And I, for one, couldn't be more glad for that, darling."
Mobius laughed softly at the term of endearment, smiling at the way being called 'darling' in Loki’s dulcet tones made him light up like a firecracker on the 4th of July.
Loki noticed and smirked a little, teasing him affectionately, "Do you enjoy being addressed as such, darling?"
The blond blushed but replied softly, "Yeah, I do, because it's nice. I just realised I called you sweetheart, do you like being called that?"
The sorcerer smiled at him, "Very much so, darling. Come, let's go home." He took his hand in his.
"Home?" Mobius asked a bit warily, the being he loved was a Loki after all, natural born troublemakers.
"Do forgive me if it was bold of me to do so, but I have decorated your home a bit while you were gone. I avoided you when you came back but you didn't notice." Loki replied, blushing bright blue as he explained.
Mobius smiled, squeezing his hand, "Wow, even when I don't remember you, charm and tricks don't work on me? It depends what you did to the place."
He grinned, getting ready to teleport them there, "I can't wait for you to see." He teleported them away to Mobius' room, noticing there were little boxes on a shelf on his desk.
"What's that?" Mobius asked, looking at them with an intrigued expression.
Loki smiled, "Oh, that? Just a set if tiny magic infused rooms one can teleport into. Would you like to take a look, love?" His tone was nonchalant but you could see by his eyes that he was excited to show him the carefully crafted rooms he had spent hours on while trying to remember the spell to bring back his memory.
Mobius smiled at him, "Okay, but there'd better be a lake." He wasn't serious, but he missed boating and jet skiing a lot.
Loki took his hand, kissing the back of his wrist, "Quite a large one, and I included a jet ski." He grinned, teleporting them into the lakeside view with glee.
Mobius took in the sight; a picnic for two by a lake, provably after or before jet skiing. He didn't think, he just grabbed the sorcerer by the tie, pulled him in and kissed him.
Loki, who'd been about to speak, was a little shocked, but got over it quickly, kissing him back hungrily, arms around the blond's waist.
Mobius was thinking now, and gently poked his tongue at the side of the raven haired man's mouth.
It was somehow the most gentle and most intense account that Loki could remember making out with someone, but he certainly wasn't complaining so he opened his mouth.
Mobius made out with Loki, feeling on fire with pins and needles, since he'd harbored his feelings for so long. He pulled away and asked, before the talkative sorcerer could beat him to it, "Loki, will you be more than my friend?"
He smiled warmly at him, kissing his cheek, "It would make my heart most glad to be your significant other, darling."
Mobius smiled, "I'm not bisexual, you know, and I'm not gay either." He knew he'd probably confused the sorcerer, but it was true.
Loki asked curiously, "I, myself, am pansexual, I think that's what it's called. What are you then, love?"
The blond looked at him, "I'm demisexual. It means-"
Loki kissed his nose gently, "I'm quite aware what it means, darling. I'm honoured to be the one you share such a profound bond to."
Mobius smiled, taking his hand, "Come on, time for me to show you something I'm good at. Since you've got magic."
Loki laughed softly, taking his hand and going on the jet ski with him.