It wasn't often that something scared Loki.
He'd faced Titans, Time Tyrants,even his own demise once or twice,and while these things rattled him quite a bit, he was never frightened.
But now......now he felt an icy fear clawing at him from the inside out.....
Because Mobius was dying.
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"For the last time, Loki, I am not dy—ACHOO!"
"Oh really? Is that why your soul has tried to leave your body five times in the last ten minutes?"
"What? How on earth did you come to that conclusion?"
"From this Miðgarðian medical text," Loki said as he pulled a large tome from the bookcase," It details everything right here."
"Honey, this is from the 16th century, I highly doubt anything it says is accurate."
"Tell that to the people who contracted Bubonic plague."
Mobius was trying to think of a comeback to that when another coughing fit wracked his lungs.
"That does it, back to bed with you!"
"Honestly, I'm fine, a little cold meds and I'll be able to hit the office and...."
Loki looked at him like he'd suddenly grown a third eye.
"If you think for one moment that I'm going to let you go anywhere in your fragile state, then you've gone absolutely mad! Miss Minutes will handle those duties today."
"You really want to trust the protection and monitoring of the entire multiverse to an insane automaton overlord?"
"Well you have to admit she does have the most work experience."
"Alright, fine, I see I'm not going to win this this," he said as he trudged back towards the bedroom,"but what are you going to do all day, Loki?"
"Why look after you, of course."
"That is exactly what I was afraid of."
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"This temperature is far too high...do you think maybe we should call a healer? I think we should call a healer."
Mobius was at his wits end. The slightest variation from perfect health kept sending Loki into a tailspin. At this rate the mage was going to plan a funeral march if he didn't get things under control.
"For God's sake, Loki, a temp of 98.7 is pretty much normal,will you calm down?!"
"But it could easily get higher at any moment, and then you'll die and I'll be all alone, just like before!!"
Mobius sighed before patting the empty space beside him on the bed.
"Come here, Lo."
Loki sniffed and came over to sit down, before curling himself into the other man's arms. He buried his face in his lover's neck as the agent gave him a and kissed him on the forehead.
"Why don't you tell me what's really going on?"
"It's just....the universe has never been kind to me when it comes to loving and being loved. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, Mobius, and I'm afraid that something is going to tear you away from me because, no matter how I look at it, you're mortal and I'm not."
"Oh sweetheart, you're not going to lose me anytime soon, especially not to something silly like a cold. Besides, you're not the only one that worries about that."
"I'm not?"
"Of course not," Mobius whispered against his hair,"even God's get hurt, and I happen to be in love with the most danger prone one of them all."
Loki laughed and snuggled closer to his boyfriend.
"We're a right mess aren't we?"
"Yeah, but it's a good mess. So, did ól Minns burn the TVA down yet?"
"Oh no, turns out Sylvie was able to keep her in check with one the clock's greatest enemies."
What's that?"
Loki looked up at him and grinned from ear to ear with Mischief.
"Daylight savings time."
This time, Mobius thought, the coughing fit from laughing too hard was totally worth it.