A short glance is enough.
Fear is something that is a part of everyone.
Loki had experienced many types of fear.
But he had never felt this kind of fear before.
It was a fear of being too close but too far, a fear of being left alone and also of being with him because he may make a mistake he will regret.
It was a fear that he would be caught getting too close to him, but that he would be called out if he retreated.
And he knows that Mobius knows something.
But he pretends that he doesn’t.
Because Mobius doesn’t know the half of it.
Love is a frightening thing, full of wonder and hope, with the power to divide and steal and kill.
That is why Loki is so very afraid.
He didn’t descend into love, he fell with his hands covering his face.
And he may be scarred from the landing, but he didn’t feel a thing.
Loki blames it on the eyes.
They tugged at his heart with a simple glance, making him wish he was allowed to stare into their depths when Mobius looks away.
He always looks away.
He tries to keep Mobius’s eyes locked on him for more than just a moment, but he fails.
Again and again.
Leaving him without their kind gaze.
But that’s fine, because if he caught their attention for longer than that moment he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
But those short eternities in which Mobius’s eyes are locked on him are fine.
Because he knows that there is something returned, though it is just basic admiration and friendship.
Because those moments are enough.