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His back arched off the bed as the analyst held his cock with his hand, making him see stars.

For the Valhalla, it was… it had been too long since he had lain with anyone.

His body shuddered as he felt the roughness of the other's fingers gripping him and pressing just enough.

_Mo... Mobius... - he moaned closing his eyes.

_Yes Loki? - the man asked with humor in his voice.

_Don't tease... - he asked, biting his lips, while the analyst gently masturbated him.

_I thought that the one who teased... was you – the man replied, kissing his chest.

_I could... I could not resist – he acknowledged clearing his throat.

And it was true.

It had been a somewhat invasive move, but as he had said himself: his magic was part of him.

Delighting his partner with a kiss from his seidr was his privilege.

_Well... - said the other, sliding his tongue over his belly - me neither.

He gasped when he felt him bring his member into his mouth and his hands instinctively went to the analyst's head, to caress his hair, while he performed oral sex on him.

Gods. Too long was an inadequate expression.

It felt like centuries ago someone like Mobius had decided to serve him that way.

His… love affairs, they were too limited and, usually, secretly.

No one wanted to show themselves with him because of his reputation, and neither did he want to reveal himself alongside these people. Not after having suffered too many setbacks thanks to the intervention of Sif and Thor's Warrior friends.

His brute and huge brother, in fact, was convinced that he was something like a bloody hermit, when the truth was that he had had enough of having to endure the pained gaze of who, for daring to desire the lesser prince of Asgard, were bothered to exhaustion by those who had no better things to do than go around making up stories about him.

_Hey - he felt Mobius say to him and he opened his eyes to see his directly - Loki. No. Come back from wherever you are.

He shook his head.

He had lost track of what was happening, remembering bad times.

_No. No. No - the analyst whispered, holding his face to kiss him on the lips - It's not a problem if you can't, Loki. Everything is alright. Really.

But it wasn't, doesn’t?

It was not right.

He shouldn't be wasting their time with his doubts and resentments and memories.

They should be taking advantage of the scarce two hours they had before re-engaging in the chaos to come.

Mobius was not Sif. He wasn't Hogun. He was not Volstagg. He wasn't Fandral.

He hadn't christened him father of monsters in the hallways.

Mobius was not Odin.

He had not accepted that he would be verbally abused by constant rumors.

Mobius had left him when he had needed to go his way and had come back to look for him when that way had slapped him.

He swallowed hard.

Mobius who caressed his face, drying his tears, deserved more than the illusion that he had lived many bad years ago in Asgard.

OK.

He admitted it.

He hadn't had too many partners in his life.

It wasn't like he knew exactly what he was doing.

In fact, at TVA he had only had chance encounters with women, so his knowledge of sex with members of his own sex could be reduced to zero. Nothing.

Which did not prevent his curiosity from having led him down the necessary paths, once he had admitted that God was attractive to him.

And that had been a long time before he had him as an adventure partner.

So, he didn't think he had been so disastrous as to have him crying, while all the alarm lights went on in his brain.

I mean, the enthusiasm had to be worth something, right?

Maybe he had rushed things too much?

He wondered wiping his tears, while the Asgardian denied.

Or…

His eyes widened when he remembered that Loki didn't come from anywhere.

When he had been arrested, it was 2012, he had failed in the attack on New York and had arrived almost fresh from Thanos's torture chamber.

Damn it.

Thanos was a prohibited point for TVA analysts by the judge. Only she could visualize the files of the Titan and, if something definite had happened to his little God while he was within his grasp, no one but that woman would know.

It would be possible that…?

After all, it wouldn't be the first time some bastard has ever used that kind of torture method. Loki was extremely handsome. The glamor of Odin and the influence of Asgard made his body remain in pristine condition forever and... that was not abundant around that monster. His… twisted children, for the most part, were repulsive beings, of whom he had little doubt that would have seen his Loki as the perfect prey.

He held his breath and gulped.

He was an idiot.

He hadn't even asked… or questioned.

No. He had gone headfirst to look for Sylvie, after showing him… the video of his mother's death.

He had not made him go through a medical examination or something similar, knowing that the variants were not taken care of, since usually, at the end of the trials, they would most likely end up pruned.

_Honey - he said then trying to save the situation - What do you think if we get under the covers and just hug? There will be time later for this kind of things.

And he was serious.

He was interested in much more than just Loki’s body.

Of course, there was desire on his part. It was impossible not to feel it. But if the other could not go through those moments with happiness, he was not going to force them. His mere presence in his arms was enough.

The Asgardian finally opened his eyes, after having them closed for a long time, and half rose to kiss his lips gently, which made him smile. Definitely, if he could just have Loki kiss him, his entire life as an analyst for that organization, had been worth it.

The God was fire at every moment and literally a ray of sunshine in private.

Which suited him like a glove, because he wasn't too adventurous in intimate moments.

_Mobius - Loki said joining his forehead with his - I... if you don't have objection... I prefer that we be together, but... not with this skin... it... brings me too many bad memories... I can't stop hearing voices from the past... It's not like I enjoy using my other identity too much... but, it's certainly better...

Thor's friends.

They were morons.

Oh, how he had wished in the past that some of those brutes would violate TVA principles so he could drag them to court and have the judge eat them alive.

Unfortunately, that had not happened and all his thoughts of revenge had been reduced to that. Thoughts.

But that didn't matter.

Not now, at least.

Now he just had to focus on Loki and what he needed.

_I have no problem, Loki. Really. I don't have it - he assured him caressing his face.

_I'm going to look very different - whispered the God.

_You will always be Loki to me - he said now bringing both hands to his cheeks - Remember that... I was more or less like a secret admirer of your life. I have not seen photos of you in your Jotun form, but I have seen natives of Jotunheim. I know what they look like. And they are not repulsive. In fact, they were always quite attractive to me.

The Asgardian chuckled and breathed in and out deeply, as his body slowly transformed.

He whistled appreciatively at the end of the process.

If Loki with green eyes, kilometer-long legs and snow-white skin, was a panoramic view of paradise, like a Jotun, totally blue, covered with lines all over his body and with captivating red eyes, it took your breath away.

_You look incredible - he murmured, running his fingers over the lines of his face, enjoying the relief and the cold that this emitted- Incredible.

_Don't you have problems with me remaining like this... while we...?

_No. No. Not at all - he assured him swallowing - But only if you want to do it... don't force yourself if you can't or don't want to.

_I want - he pointed firmly - I really want to.

The analyst nodded and ran a finger up his torso.

_Do you want me to go back... to what I was doing before?

_Please - he asked with a gasp.

Mobius pushed him gently so that he would lie down then and returned to cover his chest and belly with kisses until he reached his member, which he returned to introduce into his mouth, causing his senses to intensify and his body to tense immediately.

Now he could enjoy himself.

His Jotun skin was something that, still, as a matter of principle, he did not want anyone else to see, but in that place and at that moment, it made him feel so different, that it isolated the derogatory voices that his past was so full of.

It was like being someone else and, at the same time, himself.

His hands returned to be located on his hair, accompanying the swaying of this on his phallus, while his heels rested on the bed, raising his waist.

_Mo... Mobius... Mobius...

He groaned without hesitation.

He hadn't expected the Jotun skin to have so many sensations from having a source of heat nearby. Literally the analyst's tongue running over his member with each suction was like a wet, hot and exciting caress.

The man's hands disappeared from his member and he almost asked why, when he heard a sound of metal and leather in the room.

Norns.

Mobius was touching himself, while sucking him.

He wanted to see. But he wasn't going to be able to do it like that. So, he call his seidr then and do one of his usual proyections.

The image was sensual. He was not going to ignore that fact.

The judge had a marked taste for asepsis, therefore the cover they were on was immaculately white and his Jotun skin on it looked marvelous.

Evidently the coloration of the frost giants' skin was accentuated when they had sexual intercourse. At that moment, as he watched himself wriggle on the smooth surface, the shade that his skin reflected was such a dark blue that it could be mistaken for that of the deepest night. Also, the lines of his body seemed to have been inflamed with enjoyment and stood out noticeably.

He bit his lip and fixed his gaze on his own eyes.

He had always been a narcissist. Everybody knew it.

He loved seeing himself, despite how much those around him had worked against it.

And there surrendered to the hands and lips of the analyst, he recognized that he had never looked better in his life.

Loki finally reflected himself completely, perfectly happy, enjoying without ties or fears.

He smiled shaking his head.

It had only taken him 1500 years to realize that the throne was not necessarily going to give him that sense of power and control, that having someone else's life at his mercy, exclusively for him, was giving him.

Oh, he knew Mobius.

He knew that he had always been his personal obsession.

For the Valhalla.

He was Loki.

Naturally he had heard everything that they had not wanted him to hear.

If not, why had he wasted time with his personality waiting patiently outside of the judge's office?

Mobius was his from the first moment.

He'd checked it out while browsing through the analyst's magazines, chatting with Miss Minutes.

His file was hidden underneath them, but it was there, full of annotations and bookmarks.

He knew of obsessions.

He had lived them.

And that one, the one the other had with him, was as clear as water.

But things were never easy in his life, right?

He had ended up feeling... what in those days he believed was only respect for the analyst and, for the first time in his life, the God of Mischief, had chosen not to take advantage of the favorable hand that this advantage could give him and preserve the heart of the other as much as possible, because one thing was half stabbing him in the back by going after Sylvie (a move that at that time he knew he could justify as strategic) and another was to take everything to the plane of feelings and, truly, destroy the mortal.

Mobius... had just become too important to him to play with his heart like that.

His eyes widened in a gasp as the chips finally fell, while the orgasm that reached their bodies, blurred his vision for a moment.

Mobius had become too important to him to play with his heart.

He repeated as he was able to become aware of what was happening around him.

Oh shit.

He blinked as he was separated from his member by his trembling hands somewhat abruptly.

_Loki?

He asked him half growling mentally because... damn, it had been great and he just wanted to float and... he knew he must be half flying too, not that he needed an ego boost, but... one learned how measure those things, even if he didn't have the best experience on the matter.

The God sat on the bed and helped him do it as well, removing his hand from inside his clothes, then caressing his face and kissing his lips deeply and slowly.

Ok.

He thought as he help him lying down on the pillows.

He wasn't going to complain.

This felt too good to do so.

_I say it again... you look incredible.

He whispered caressing one of his blue cheeks as he had him watching him closely. Loki excited in that skin was very attractive.

The God smiled lowering his eyes and he wanted to laugh.

Who knew that the way to shut up that mouth that never stopped was simply to point out the obvious?

That he was enormously desirable and that he was crazy for his bones.

_Mobius... – the God told him then - I was confused...

Eh… what?

He raised an eyebrow at the sight of him looking back at him and for half a second his brain went on short.

He was confused?

How?

What for?

Because... like you could had warned me before, Loki. He wanted to tell him, as he felt himself blush again because heck, he had been basically masturbating while sucking his member until he literally finished both of them.

And he hadn't done it so badly that the Asgardian would say, no, this guy isn't worth it.

_No - Loki said then holding his face to kiss him again - I was not confused with you. No. With... with her… I was confused with her. I thought that what I felt was for her and... the truth is that, I had been feeling it from before. But my head is not used to reasoning these questions. It is a very vulnerable area for me and... – the God breathed in and out with courage - what I mean is...

_Loki - he said, interrupting him relieved, although wanting to spank him for giving him a tremendous scare - I already know.

_Beg your pardon?

_I know you love me. You don't need to say it.

_How...? - the Asgardian blinked in surprise.

_Honey, you did not seek to return to Sylvie. No matter how much damage she would have done to you. As much as she had abandoned you in a timeline you did not know. If you really had felt this kind of love for her, you would have fought to get back to her side, Loki - he explain him smiling - Do you forget that you are my preferred research subject? I know how much you are capable when in love. And... put between a rock and a hard place, you didn't come back for her, you looked for me... And, by the way, I want you to know that I feel the same. It's kind of obvious and I probably don't need to say it either, but I want to do it anyway.

Well.

They were two corny fools in private.

It was good to know.

He thought amused when the God pounced on him and hugged him tightly.

He supposed it was understandable too. In his case no... he did not remember those kinds of sentimental experiences. He did not know if he had ever lived them. Upon discovering that he was a variant, he had reassessed his life and found that outside of his continued secret love for the Asgardian he had no memory of a similar relationship.

And surely, he would not recover those memories, since... if there was another TVA and another Mobius... it was not too crazy to think that their existence was due to a cloning process. In other words, it did not sound too realistic that all its versions had ended up being variants. Taking into account the pragmatic aspect of TVA, he could bet that each variant was trained and monitored and that the ones that best adapted would end up becoming part of a temporary genetic pool of suitable beings with whom, who pulled the strings after backstage, was perfectly served and that could be replaced with ease.

Then his memories, if they exist, would be echoes of the memories of the original Mobius. Strong enough that Sylvie, for example, could find them, as she had with C20 or B15, but not truly real.

Likewise, it didn't matter.

He wasn't going to tell anyone. The employees of his TVA had enough having to assimilate that they were variants used as things, to add to it all this other universe of abuse

He caressed his back sliding his fingers over his marks, while the Asgardian used his magic to clean them and finish stripping him of his clothes.

Which led him to look into his eyes again, thinking that, in Loki's case, it was not the first time he loved, since in 1500 years, there had been a couple of those times and even a diplomatic marriage that had ended in disaster, but this was certainly the first time in a long time and with his new identity.

So, in that sense, they were at the same page.

 _Surely you are not going to hear this very often - he said amusedly - but your magic has its advantages.

The God started to laugh and, in what was a display of the chaotic and playful character of the Asgardian, he snapped his fingers and the sheets and blanket that had been under them until that moment, came to cover them.

_ How much do we have left of those two hours?

He asked, sheltering his face in his neck with a sigh.

_More or less - replied the analyst stretching his hands to recover the tempad that was on the bedside table and see his screen - Forty-five minutes

_Perfect - he commented hugging him - I don't want to move for the next forty.

The analyst shrugged, wrapping his arms around him again, while his hands caressed his back.

_For me there is no problem with that plan.

He smiled against his skin, enjoying the moment as much as possible.

He wasn't used to staying in the beds he shared.

More than anything because, after the moments of passion, his body started to need its own space.

But those in which he ended up spending hours after those moments, always ended in this type of post-orgasm affection, since the people who inhabited them were those for whom he had decided.

No.

He was not going to worry about the past again.

He said to himself while bringing one of his hands to Mobius's chest to visualize the contrast of his new skin with that of the analyst. It was a… strange sight. Captivating and, at the same time, conflictive. The Jotun were… unknown territory to him.

He had not had the time, or the order of mind, when he discovered his ancestry, to investigate the physiognomy, physiology, anatomy and functions of the frost giants.

And then Thanos had passed and… he had been too busy with enduring the pain and surviving to think about what he was biologically, save for making anyone around him hypothermic.

He sighed, drawing circles on the other's skin, letting out just enough cold to make him shiver a little.

The only thing he knew in depth about the Jotuns was that they regulated their temperature. That this was a weapon and that it could also be other things. Thanks to the fact that the children of Thanos had punished his body until Odin's glamor had been broken and, noticing that they had also broken his resistance, they had tried... to take advantage of the circumstances, to end up discovering that one of his own, put in that situation, could tear limbs off by freezing them.

Thanks to the Norns, Thanos had found the thing hilarious and had chosen to use him as a pawn and not as a pleasure tool for his troops.

That is why today he could wear that same skin without fear of hurting him.

Because he had learned to turn it to an advantage.

_That is it - he said opening his eyes and half getting up to see the other in the face - I got it!

_What? What's wrong? - Mobius asked, running his hair in surprise.

_The one who remains... the guy that Sylvie and I met, after enchanting Alioth - he explained hastily - He did not invent travel between timelines. He simply cultivated human knowledge produced thus far and used it to his advantage. As with my skin - he explained showing him one of his hands - I learned to use it to avoid the daring hands of Thanos' troops by varying the temperature it can produce...

_Oh, Loki - Mobius said sitting down and hugging him - I knew, I knew that that son of... was going to try something like that. I'm really sorry I didn't notice it before and given you the help you needed… I'm an asshole.

He smiled in his arms and parted slightly to kiss his lips.

Yes.

It wasn't going to cost him anything to get used to that kind of attention.

_You are not an idiot, just mortal and slow and, you gave me something more important than that, if we are as we are - he said, getting excited again - In any case, what I was about, it's like with apocalyptic events, it's too obvious and we have it right in front of us and...

Mobius lowered his head and laughed with all his might, releasing him to hold his stomach.

He narrowed his eyes at him as he crossed his arms offended.

He was explaining something important here.

_Lo... I'm sorry - he said with a laugh when he could control himself a bit - It's just that ... I missed that you got this intense and... go on, go on, please.

He rolled his eyes.

He wasn't intense.

He was determined, that was not the same.

But he wasn't going to spend time explaining to a bingelsnipe the difference between the curvature of a star and the extent of a galaxy, so he chose to be concrete and go to the point, as mortals would say.

_We need to find the turning point. The moment when the possibility of travel between times and dimensions was discovered. If we can communicate with the people who did it - he said - we can discover how to do the same as him: create a single timeline that contains the multiverses and avoid the war that is coming our way... or at least delay it, while we devise what to do with the other variants of this being, because they are seriously dangerous Mobius.

The analyst leaned back and looked at the ceiling in thought.

_Not a bad idea - he finally said, calling him with a finger.

_Mobius... - he said in return laughing a little - We can't go back to bed, surely we will have to do a lot of research in your files to find the names of the people who did that and time is short.

_We have left... - said the analyst, returning to see the tempad - thirty-five minutes of peace, Loki. The multiverse is not going to be destroyed in thirty-five minutes. And the two of us, most likely, after these thirty-five minutes, we won't have any more rest for a long, long time. And no, I am not sacrificing the possibility of thirty-five minutes snuggling with my new boyfriend, after having made love, for all the dangers of existence, so...

He shook his head when he saw him spread his arms and sighed.

He had a point.

They weren't going to be able to sleep after that.

They were going to have a lot of uncertainty, since he did not see as a very healthy mission to face that dangerous guy.

They had to take advantage of those moments of peace.

_Don't say later that I don't try to be reasonable and responsible - said, taking refuge in his arms again.

_Notted, Your Majesty. For once in the existence of the multiverse you were the example of good behavior - replied the other laughing low as he stroked him again.

_I'm going to enjoy repeating it so much in your ears while you're covered in papers - he whispered, giving him a kiss on the neck, because, the truth is, that impertinent mortal deserved it.

_It will not be necessary - explained the analyst, bringing his fingers to his chin so that he could see his eyes - I know where we have to go. It is not exactly the moment when time travel was discovered, because I am sure that that particular date is still blocked for any intervention by the TVA and not even Ravonna had the access to get there, but I am clear about the closest moment later, where we can meet with the person who created the possibility of being transported between dimensions and times.

_The person? - he asked in amazement - Was it a single mortal who discovered how to do it?

_He also discovered that you were not you when you invaded Earth by order of Thanos, by leaving a record of his observations when he chatted with you in the penthouse and... although he did not always make the best decisions, of all the heroes at that time, he was the only one who tried to protect humanity from a full-scale attack and was ultimately the one who saved it.

He swallowed hard.

He had only spoken to one person in that place.

_Oh no, not him again - he growled, dropping his face on his chest, which caused a burst of laughter in Mobius.

_Do you still want to rush out of bed? - asked the man while laughing and he shook his head on his skin - I thought so. Now... can we go back to the loving Loki who likes to kiss and be kissed, before we have to get out of here and that he goes back to being the Grinch in public?

He nodded sighing, while Mobius raised his face again to bring it closer to his.

They had thirty minutes.

He was right.

They were going to have to make the best of them, he told himself, opening his lips to receive his.