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His hands went to the analyst's face, at the same time that his lips took hold of his. As with his clothes that were ripped and totally untidy, Mobius's usual neatly unkempt beard was longer than it should have after being thrown into the void at the end of time, having to survive there.

He was never going to say it, but this wasn't a move he hadn't thought of before.

Almost from the first moment he met the second and most infuriating mortal in his existence, he had wanted and imagined doing just what he was doing right now. Although, usually, the setting in which his fantasies were played was located in the stripped and aseptic elevators of the TVA.

But the idea was… more or less the same: Mobius with his eyes closed, enjoying the moment, at his mercy.

He hadn't closed his own eyes. It had been difficult not to do it, but it was necessary.

It was not in his intention to do something that the analyst did not want. And he wasn't going to be able to discern that if he gave in to his impulses and let himself go.

Of course, it was easier to propose an objective than to achieve it.

Mobius… Mobius was not Sylvie.

They did not share the same characteristics.

He did not expect the same from him.

Norns. He never expected the same from Mobius.

With the analyst, there was no doubt that if he did not agree with what was happening, he would simply wait and, after clearing his throat, he will tell him thank you very much, that he appreciated him, but that he was not interested in a relationship.

So, he smiled in relief when he felt his hands slide down his back to his waist to draw him closer to the analyst's body, showing him that he was more than in agreement with what was happening.

Then he allow himself to bit the other's lips, deepening the kiss even more, letting his body surrender to the sensations.

This was what had been lacking in the Citadel at the End of Time.

The surrender.

The lack of control.

The fear, not that the other person could not believe him, but that he did not exist, that all of it was all a cruel dream. An invention of that being that had received them in that twisted castle.

But no, the eyes of the analyst that opened watching him carefully, as they slowed down the kiss, were not a creation of his mind. They couldn't be. Because, being sadly honest, he had never imagined a smiling Mobius while living an scene like this. The thousands of faces the Mobius from his fantasies had taken… were different. Offended, some, excited, others, exultant, most.

Tender. None.

And it was because his was not a story in which tenderness will abound.

Loki was Loki, not only because he was broken and could no longer be fixed, but because his edges were chipped and hurt those who wanted to hold him or approach to him.

The responses of who had been his in the past had never, ever, resulted in this one he was witnessing right now.

_You… took your sweet time, didn't you? - said the analyst, barely separating, while he raised an eyebrow still smiling - And it had to pass in the middle of a temporal apocalypse, while making me choose between doing my job or... locking myself with you for weeks to make up for lost hours.

He couldn't help it.

He started to laugh, while hiding his face in his neck, trying to silence the sound as much as possible, while the analysr arms wrapped around him again.

He shook his head as he felt him burst out laughing against the skin of his neck.

Chaos.

The God of Mischief was pure chaos. Rebellious, unpredictable, fortuitous and captivating. The total opposite of his own personality.

And yet he had clung to him at the crucial moments. He had looked for him. He had trusted him.

He was not blind to what was happening.

He had read it thousands of times in his file.

The God sentimental encounters were portrayed in the aseptic lines of his file in the TVA, but they were there and they always showed the same thing: little spontaneity, a lot of calculation and a terrible fear of being trapped by someone else.

He supposed something like that had happened with his female variant also.

When he was leaving the hill, after the joke with both of them, he had hoped that his reading of Sylvie was wrong and that the path to his heart that Loki was paving for her wasn’t just a one-way path.

Sylvie was not a villain. She just wasn't Loki.

She had grown up alone. She had lived for a purpose. She had never had anyone that love her.

Loki… Loki had had a mother and a brother who adored him. That, despite having made mistakes with him, had always been present. They had tamed his character. They had filled him with kisses and hugs, despite being rejected a thousand times by him with a roll of his eyes.

Loki was tactile. He did not perceive it because he was a stubborn mule, but he was continuously touching others. Because they had taught him that touching was okay, that it was necessary, that it was grounding. Even in his fighting he was much more a close combat style guy than his brother's.

Thus. Loki always gave more than he received.

Despite being considered a true egocentric selfish, as Sif would define him.

Because the God, hid more than what he showed and protected his most vulnerable part: his own heart that, being an empathic being, totally in tune with his environment, due to the physiological conformation of the frost giants, was much more at risk than any of its variants was.

Loki's Asgardian history made him more special and, at the same time, easier to hurt, than the other Loki.

He stroked his back laughing a little too.

Those were the things that made life interesting.

The chance of circumstances.

He was sorry for Sylvie. Truly.

But the opportunity she had missed wherever they had gone on their journey, he was going to grasp it like if his life depended on it.

_The TVA - he whispered in his ear - will need new employees... we have to rebuild a sacred timeline and... I'm already... older, so I could use some help.

He gulped when he felt him stop laughing.

It was an important step.

He cleared his throat.

_I mean. I know that it is not the usual work of a God and that you were only with us on loan, but...

Loki's face was separated from his neck and it was placed in front of his, staring at him.

_Mobius - the Asgardian said seriously - are you proposing what I think you are proposing?

He nodded.

_I still want to spend those weeks with you, don't get me wrong. God knows how many months I am owed on vacation at the TVA, after decades of uninterrupted service, but I'm not going to stop working there and you and I make a good couple in… well, almost everything. It would be logical that we continue together in everything that it’s going to happen too... right?

_Are you sure? - asked the black haired, seeing him intrigued - I'm not someone you can trust, Mobius.

He rolled his eyes and sighed at his words.

_ I'm not going to argue with you about that. You're not going to believe me anyway - he clarified - So I'm going to put it this way: I don't trust you, I trust my instincts.

_And your instincts tell you that we will work well together? - Loki asked intrigued.

He laughs low taking out Renslayer's tempad to activate it by opening a portal.

_No - he answered, keeping the device, while gently pushing him towards it - My instincts tell me that we already do.

As he crossed the entrance, he found himself in a room he had never seen before.

_Where are we?

He asked the analyst, who was watching the tempad screen, after the portal was closed.

_In the correct TVA – the other clarified amused - In... the judge's room, it seems.

_Renslayer? - he asked raising his eyebrows.

_It is her tempad - the man explained, leaving the device on the bedside table, and then pointing around him - It seems that everytime she returns to TVA, her default place of arrival it’s her room.

It made sense.

The woman was extremely efficient and seemed to be in complete control of her emotions and conflicts. That meant having a place or something to hold on to and where to take refuge if things got tough from time to time.

Her room was… a logical choice for it.

_ Another tempad? - he questioned him when he saw him manipulate a second device.

_No. A communicator. If I don't tell B15 we're back, she's going to organize a hunt on the other TVA and we don't need that kind of notoriety.

The analyst explained, typing on the device and he smiled, crossing his arms.

_How’s B15?

_Apparently, perfect - said the other laughing low - Very angry with me and, therefore, with you, but according to her there is no news and... as we are not doing anything for now, she can excuse us for a couple of hours yet.

_A couple of hours? - he asked in amazement.

_I am over forty, Loki and I have spent a hectic couple of days, in which I even thought they had killed me - the analyst clarified, taking off his jacket to leave it on the chair that was in the room - And I do not deny that you are the most inspiring vision in the world, but… I don't think I can perform efficiently for more than two hours.

Perform more than two hours?

What was he talking about?

His breath caught as he saw Mobius loosen his tie to remove it.

His fantasies hadn't even remotely approached the reality of how inviting it was going to be to have the analyst indulge him in such a way.

_It's your boss's room - he reminded him laughing moments later when he had him by his side, holding his waist.

_It is also her tempad that one that I use - the other explained with a shrug - and it is her protocols that I ran to remove your inhibition to use magic on the TVA.

_WHAT? - he questioned in amazement once more.

_Loki - said the man leaning his face until his lips were almost on his - I don't want to be with you this limited. Your magic is part of you. Not that you need it in bed, but… what kind of partner would I be if I maintain that restriction without your consent?

He said the analyst was infuriating before, right?

Well, he was.

He was an infuriating mortal, totally unpredictable, who did not stop surprising him at every step and who... by the Gods, kissed great.

He closed his eyes this time, truly enjoying the kiss, as he felt the presence of his seidr roar through his veins, finally free from its bonds.

_Wow

He felt that the human was telling him and he opened his eyes entertained.

_I was dirty, Mobius - he clarified, kissing his lips again for a brief moment - And sweaty. It was obvious that I was going to use my magic to… be more comfortable.

Which translated into clothes out and a much more presentable Loki for a moment like that.

Especially since in him, wasn't very inspiring in the TVA outfit.

_Do you think you can give me the same treatment? - asked the other pointing - It's not like there were showers in the void.

He smiled sideways and snapped his fingers, letting his energy expand through the foreign body producing the effect that the analyst wanted. And one that he especially wanted.

_Loki ... - gasped the other surprised - Did you just...?

He grabbed his shirt and kissed his lips, as he walked back until his legs touch the bed.

Yes.

With him it was never going to be fair game.

His head was spinning a bit as he climbed onto the bed next to the God.

The Asgardian had caught him off guard when he use his magic.

He had practically not identified the cleanliness that he knew the black-haired had generated, but the journey of a thousand kisses over all his skin at the same time instead.

The son of a bitch knew that that was taking advantage of the circumstances, but he could not say that he had not enjoyed it. As he did now that he could have the God under him, while he kissed him.

He swallowed hard remembering the first time he had glimpsed the nakedness of the God, while reviewing the recordings of his preparation to face trial, in the time that the other remained under the tutelage of Miss Minutes.

Damn, he hadn't done it on purpouse. 

He had simply wanted to access what he had said in the preparation spaces, forgetting that there was a moment in those spaces, in which the variants were stripped of what they were wearing, to be dressed in the TVA inmate uniform.

He had almost hit his head with the controls of the screen in the middle of the video room, while blushing like a tomato.

He had been fortunate that the intimacy of Loki had not been violated too much, since no one in the area had managed to see him like that, but his brain repeated in a loop for several days the physique of the God of Mischief and if his obsession was not like very healthy before that moment, after that was less so.

His lips went to his neck, while his hands caressed his legs.

The God was a full-fledged warrior and every muscle in his body denoted it that sentence.

For a brief moment he felt a bit of apprehension, since his was not exactly the body of a warrior, but that of an office worker who spent too much time sitting, no matter how much he took care of himself following the strict physical order of the TVA.

But his doubts were dispelled when he settled between his legs and the Asgardian's excitement became noticeable.

He raised his face and looked at him amused, to which the God narrowed his eyes, probably preparing one of his colorful and usual expressions, which he missed because, if the little frost giant was going to play dirty, he could use the same movements against him.