Victims Of The Night
Sylvie indends to get absolutely hammered tonight.
With both the TVA turned MOA (Multiversal Order Association) agents’ memories and free will restored, they decided to throw a party. Yes, they still have to constantly deal with the Kang variants, and yes, they have to deal with the chaos of the multiverse every day. However, they decided they needed a break. They needed to have some fun.
Sylvie was generally not one for parties. It wasn’t that she hated them as a concept, it was just that she felt if she wasn’t doing something productive at all times she might rip her hair right off her scalp. Besides, she had productive ways of having fun. Making plans was fun. Organizing was fun. Getting a new outfit that wasn’t that godforsaken thing she’d been wearing for who knows how long was fun. But parties? Not typically her scene.
That being said, Loki had somehow dragged Sylvie to this particular party and Sylvie reasoned that she could use a break. She had been working her ass off for years, never once allowing herself time to breathe. So tonight, she would relax and she would dance.
With the help of a bit of alcohol, of course.
Now, Sylvie didn’t like the idea of being intoxicated in front of a bunch of strangers but she made Loki promise to cast some spell to make her sober should the need arise. Plus, she figured once she got in enough drinks she wouldn’t be as skeptical of the idea.
Sylvie sips on a cocktail and watches the vibrant scene around her. Alioth is in the form of a little puppy and he and Croki are engaged in a heated wrestling match with Casey and Kid Loki right behind them, cheering them on. B-15 is singing a very bad duet with another soldier. Mobius is on the dance floor doing the robot, which makes Sylvie snicker. The man had absolutely no shame and she admires that. Loki is on the sidelines, a glass of white wine in hand, staring at Mobius like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world. Sylvie scoffs.
Why the fuck does Loki think they’re in love with her?
Sylvie makes her way through the crowd of former TVA agents and over to Loki.
“Hey,” she says nudging them.
“Hey,” Loki replies with a strained smile. Sylvie knits her eyebrows together.
“You good?” she asks. Loki shrugs.
“Feel a bit sick,” they admit. “I haven’t come down with something in years.”
“Symptoms?” Sylvie asks, feeling their forehead. “Oh, you are a bit warm,” she says with concern. “Then again, it’s pretty hot in here so that might be all it is.”
“I think there was something in that shrimp,” Loki mutters with contempt, glaring at the platter of shrimp sitting on one of the tables draped in a white tablecloth. “My stomach feels a tad bit uneasy and my mouth keeps going dry.” They shrug. “On second thought, it doesn’t really feel like I’m sick, it just feels odd. I don’t feel unwell, per se, more just...weird.” Sylvie nods.
“Interesting.”
Mobius strides over to the duo as the song finishes up, reaching for a glass behind Loki. Loki lets their eyes follow the silver-haired man, and when Mobius meets their eyes, they flash him a small, but real, smile. Mobius returns it, and though he’s clearly trying not to let it show, Sylvie can see how taken he is with her variant. Mobius clears his throat.
“So what were y’all talking about?” he asks. Sylvie shrugs, going to take another sip of cocktail, but being disappointed when she realizes she has nothing left.
“Loki was being a drama queen,” she deadpans.
“Was not!” Loki protests. Mobius just chuckles, ignoring Loki.
“He is quite dramatic,” he says. Loki cringes.
“Firstly, I have a natural flair, call that drama if you will but I call it exciting." Mobius crosses his arms and arches an eyebrow. "Secondly," Loki continues, a little more serious. Could you use ‘they’ right now?” Mobius furrows his eyebrows.
“But I thought you said-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I said ‘he’ this morning but gender’s a bitch. I had to change my whole outfit, and I had it planned out so well,” Loki pouts. Mobius just chuckles again, shaking his head fondly.
“Alrighty ‘they’ it is,” he says. Loki breaks out into a wide smile, and Sylvie can see the slight red tinting Mobius’s cheeks. He nudges the dark-haired god, playfully. “And for the record, I think you look amazing.” Loki looks down with a small grin, biting their lip.
God, those two are idiots.
Though he might be an idiot, Mobius wasn’t wrong about Loki looking amazing. Sylvie thought she looked pretty damn good, but Loki put her to shame. She had found a backless dress and some beat-up sneaks, (Her only semi-nice clothes. Thank goodness it was a fem day because dysphoria would have hit hard if she had to wear a dress on a masculine day.) while out thrifting, something she had recently developed an affinity for. Loki, on the other hand, decided to make their own clothing. They kept the tight-fitting pants they made for their masculine outfit but added a skirt that touched the ground to the back of it. They wore a button-up shirt buttoned to the third button away from the collar and the sleeves bunched up around their elbows. They always did have a way with fashion.
Loki sets their drink down on the table. “I’m going to go cheer on Alioth and Croki now,” they announce. The trio turns their heads to where the two are preparing for another wrestling match, Casey massaging Croki and Kid Loki talking to Alioth. Miss Minutes has also joined them, presumably to be the referee. Loki throws a smirk Sylvie’s way. “Unless you’d like to join me on the dance floor,” they say, grabbing her hand and bowing. Sylvie makes a disgusted face and does her best not to vomit.
Does Loki not see how mess up that is? They are essentially siblings.
“I’ll pass,” Sylvie says, voice strained. Loki shrugs but can’t help the wounded look that crosses his features.
“Alright then.”
Sylvie lets out a sigh as soon as Loki’s out of sight. “God, that was so fucking uncomfortable.” Mobius shrugs.
“You know it’s okay if you like them, right?” Sylvie looks at him, perplexed.
“The fuck?”
“I mean, you don’t have to push your feelings down just because I’m in-” Mobius coughs sharply. “Just because I have feelings for them,” he finishes. Sylvie rolls her eyes.
“First off, I don’t have feelings for them and I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that. There are so many things wrong with having feelings for your own variant I don’t even know where to begin. There’s a reason our entire branch decided our ship name was ‘Lokicest’.” Sylvie huffs in frustration. “Secondly, we both know you love them, stop trying to cover it up.” Sylvie pauses, making her voice as gentle as she can, but she has no clue if she succeeds or not. “It’s okay to admit you’re in love with them,” she whispers. “There’s nothing wrong with that, but if you’re not ready that’s fine too.” Mobius draws his lips into a straight line. He crosses his arms, discreetly leaning closer to Sylvie so that he can whisper.
“Okay, fine. I love them,” he admits. He turns to face Sylvie. “Happy now?” Sylvie smiles.
“Very.” Mobius rolls his eyes.
“Jackass,” he mutters. Sylvie cozies up to the MOA agent smugly.
“Yeah, but I’m your favorite,” she smirks.
“I said that one time!” Mobius exclaims, walking away in exasperation. Sylvie laughs softly, watching her friend go. She's lucky to have Mobius in her life. He had done so much for her and for Loki without realizing it, and he deserved some of the happiness he gave to the both of them. To return the amazing friendship he had given to her, Sylvie is determined to get Loki’s head out of his ass and make him realize he has feelings for the silver-haired MOA agent, no matter how long it takes her.