Chapter 1
When Mobius woke up that morning, he had a strange feeling. Sure, waking up in your apartment knowing that the God of Mischief had claimed your couch was an odd way to greet the day, but as he took in how quiet it was, The agent knew something was up.
Either Loki was planning some prank or something, or he was having some sort of existential crisis. Neither was a good thing, and Mobius dressed a bit quicker than usual. When he walked out into the living area, he expected a couple of things. An elaborate maze of traps, a simple pie-throwing catapult, a man huddled on the floor with a trash can next to him, coughing uncontrollably… wait.
Mobius stood in the doorway for a moment, not sure what to do. Loki was curled up, coughing and shaking. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked like he had not slept all night.
"Aww, Lokes…" Mobius tsks, walking over and kneeling down in front of his ward.
"Why didn't you say something?" Loki raised his head, glazed eyes taking too long to find Mobius. The emerald irises were duller than usual, and Loki's face was stained with tears. Mobius tsked softly, wiping the tears away. He wrapped his arms around Loki, carefully lifting him up onto the couch. Loki whimpered quietly, clinging to the agent as he tried to pull away.
"It's ok, pussycat. I gotta get some medicine for you; I'll be right back, ok?" Loki buried his face in the plush blanket Mobius had handed him last night, letting him go reluctantly.
With Loki's clinginess out of the way, Mobius rushed over to the kitchen, grabbing some Zinc gummies and a glass of water. As an afterthought, he also grabbed some tissues and another trash can. If the one in the living room was anything to go by, they'd need it. As he returned to the living room, Mobius' phone went off. He checked it, seeing a text from B15.
B:Where are you guys? Mission was set for ten minutes ago!
M: Loki's sick. Unless you want me to let him get everyone in the TVA sick. :)
B:No, keep him. B(
M:Ok, lol!
B:You text like a teenage girl, Mobius.
M:>:}
Mobius chuckled, setting his device aside. At least they had time to try and improve the situation. He returned to the living room, sitting down beside a sick and very emotional Loki. He popped out two Zinc gummies, handing them to Loki. He looked at them, gazing up at Mobius questioningly.
"Candy, candy that'll make you feel better." Loki delicately ate the gummies, and snuggled into the couch cushions. Mobius smirked softly, tucking a strand of raven hair behind Loki's ear. Surprisingly, he didn't pull away, instead Loki scooted closer to the agent, resting his head on the man's chest. Mobius froze for a second, then relaxed. He pulled Loki into his arms, cuddling him close. Loki sighed, having stopped shaking. He had never felt so safe as he did when he was with Mobius. They sat together on the couch, enjoying the safe feeling they gave each other.
If Mobius had to hold Loki's hair back as he puked, or fight to get him to take the cough medicine, or blow his nose… Well, that's what you do for those you love.
Even if you don't quite know it yet.