Chapter 4- archives 2
Loki awoke, yawning loudly and stretching like a cat in their chair, and glanced at Mobius. He hadn't even looked at them. They leaned back and flicked a dead fly along the files, making it clear that they weren't doing the work. Still no reaction. They tried tapping their fingers and singing an old Asgardian song to the beat, but still the agent's gaze was fixated on the files. Loki was about to give up singing until a TVA worker in the aisle behind shushed them.
Slowly they turned around, a cunning smile growing on their face.
This should be fun.
They cocked a patronising eyebrow at the worker, put their finger on their lips, and released an obnoxiously loud shushing sound. The guy stood shock-still, and felt the only appropriate reply was to shush the god back, in a louder and longer fashion. They continued in this way for a while, Loki getting up and stalking closer to the poor man as they got more and more frustrated. By the time they had gotten face to face with him, and given one particularly threatening shush, the man had run away with a little squeak.
Mobius watched this facade with little concealed amusement, his eyebrows getting higher as the scene became more and more ludicrous. Loki, seemingly pleased with their small show of dominance, flipped their hair out of their face and sauntered back to Mobius. When they noticed he was looking, they flashed him a confident smile, making the agent's stomach flip, and flung themself onto the chair. There was silence as they studied each other's faces. Loki's smile dropped to something of dissatisfaction.
"Well," they said, "are you going to say something?"
Mobius gestured with his hands wide, "What do you want me to say? I've just witnessed the god, who claims they're the superior variant, have a shushing fight with some poor lad trying to do his work!"
He let out an incredulous laugh and turned back to the files, knowing this would rile his partner up.
As predicted, Loki scowled and crossed their arms.
"How you can sit there and act suprised is beyond me. All this work is so boring. Don't you get bored?" They stretched their legs under the table, ankles brushing the other mans.
"Maybe a small-brained being like you doesn't have it in you to be bored, but, alas, I was born with an incredibly high IQ, and so am forced to endure this torture."
Mobius had stopped suddenly at the contact, the feeling of their bare skin leaving him breathless for a moment. It took him a few moments to process what Loki had said to him, but before he could reply, the god had leaned closer, face a few mere centimetres away. He was once again temporarily paralysed by them.
"Don't you ever get tempted to leave?"
He watched their mouth whisper these words like honey, a smile tugging at the corners. A well-versed temptation.
Two can play that game.
Mobius leaned even closer.
"The only thing tempting me is right here," he murmured, noticing the faint surprise in Loki's eyes.
He waited a moment, breath ghosting the tip of their nose.
"And that's the well earned lunch break I'm about to take."
He stood up suddenly and gathered the files, missing the flash of disappointment on Loki's face. They quickly recovered and stood up to face him.
"You can't seriously be tempted by that pathetic excuse of a lunch? I've seen raisins less shrivelled than the salad you eat. On Asgard, it wouldn't even be considered as food for the prisoners."
Mobius cut in before they could continue.
"Yeah, yeah, my food choice sucks and your world was so much better than this. Now come on, Princess, time and tide and wilted salad wait for no man."
They started walking out of the library.
"Don't call me princess." Loki said in a small voice, but their face was hiding a smile as they obediently followed Mobius to the cafeteria.