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they’re gonna find their way back to each other, i know it🥹💚
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✨ A single dad ✨ . . . "Oh did I mention I am single" yes, Mobius you really did 🤭
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LOKI Season 2 Behind the Scenes
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wizard gentleman and his butler
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LOKI — 02x03 “1893” +
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LOKI | 2x02 "Breaking Brad"
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LOKI 2.02 "Breaking Brad"
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It’s hard to decide which of these two adorable humans is most pleased
Paradox
read on Ao3
Croki sniffed the faded horns, whimpering softly. And Kid Loki exhaled shakily, sitting down fully in the dirt, holding the horns in his lap. One hand stayed atop them, the other coming to rest on Croki’s head. “He isn’t coming back,” he murmured bitterly, staring up at the remains of Alioth, swallowing the lump in his throat. “He’s gone.”
or, Kid Loki deals with the aftermath of episode 5.
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The old Loki never returned. Despite the old man’s blatant fear of Alioth, refusing to get anywhere near it for the few years they lived in the Void, the monster was what had got him in the end. He had found his ‘glorious purpose’...and he’d left Kid Loki alone.
Footsteps crunched the dead, dried grass below as Kid Loki stared ahead. Croki bumbled along beside him, sniffing the air. Some rubble was still left behind from the fight, but the giant structures that the old man had created were in ruin, just like the real Asgard. It hurt to look at. To know the older Loki would never return, and neither would many of the other Lokis.
He turned his gaze toward where the beast had once resided, its purple now reduced to a dazzling green and parted to the side, billowing quietly, almost as if it were asleep. Or dead, he thought bitterly, wishing it had been so. The older version of himself and Sylvie both had ventured beyond Alioth. Perhaps they would be returning soon with answers…or perhaps not. Whoever was in charge of the TVA would no doubt be a tough adversary. Despite himself, he hoped that they would get through this okay.
His foot kicked something, and he stopped to look down at it. Surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly, it was a pair of old horns. Some of the gold was chipping, and it was covered in a thin layer of dirt, but he recognized them. Each Loki’s horns looked different, and he’d seen these almost every day for a long time. Slowly, he crouched beside them, trying to ignore the burning in his eyes and the lump in his throat. He took them gently in both hands, swiping his thumb across the middle to wipe some dirt away.
“That old fool,” he whispered, staring at his own reflection in the gold. The breeze whipped at his hair, and he hated how broken he looked. He almost looked just like a regular child, but he wasn’t a regular child, not by a long shot. Regular children didn’t accidentally kill their brothers. Regular children didn’t have to depend solely on themselves for survival.
Although, he supposed he hadn’t really been on his own since he came to the Void. Not really. The old man had respected him from the beginning. They had come to some sort of understanding: Lokis didn’t trust, but they could get some mutual benefit by working together to survive, so they did. But somewhere along the way, the boy had begun to think of the old man as a friend. He figured he was the one sane Loki left (that wasn’t a crocodile). He was his only friend, and now he was gone.
Croki sniffed the horns, whimpering softly. And Loki exhaled shakily, sitting down fully in the dirt, holding the horns in his lap. One hand stayed atop them, the other coming to rest on Croki’s head. “He isn’t coming back,” he murmured bitterly, staring up at the remains of Alioth, swallowing the lump in his throat. “He’s gone.”
Lokis were always meant to end up alone. He knew this. So why did it hurt so bad?
A tear slipped down his cheek before he could stop it, plopping on one of the gold horns. It slid downward, leaving a clear trail in the residue. He almost scoffed. Perhaps his ‘glorious purpose’ was just to be left behind by everyone else.
Suddenly, a door opened up behind him. Shocked and confused, the boy held the horns closer and picked up the crocodile, scrambling to his feet. If the TVA had come here to pick a fight, he was ready to fight back. Maybe a good old fashioned fight was what he needed to feel better. But when he turned around, he was surprised to find a familiar face.
Agent Mobius stood there, wind whipping at his suit jacket and hair, an exhausted look on his always-kind face, masked with a smile. “Hey there, Loki. You wanna get out of here?”
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plot twist
in his previous life Mobius was that FBI investigator who worked on D.B. Cooper case
that’s why he was so excited about him being Loki (quote: “I can’t believe you were D.B. Cooper!”) because subconsciously he remembers about this unresolved case, and, you know how these unsolved mysteries eat you up
so when he became a TVA agent, he finally got his answer
please, someone, write a fanfic about it
Seeing red was not something that Mobius was used to. He was rather a patient man, and more often than not, he was upset or disappointed before he was angry.
This, of course, was a special case.
“I don’t trust you,” he said flatly, and though he kept his face neutral, his stomach twisted into knots as he saw the way Loki’s face fell. Then again, one of the God of Mischief’s many talents was masking, and it was gone in an instant.
He nodded, holding his hands out in front of him. “I know. And I don’t blame you in the slightest.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “You have no reason to listen to me, but I say this as your friend, Mobius. The TVA agents weren’t created by the Time Keepers. You…weren’t created by the Time Keepers.” Keeping his gaze on him nervously, he took a step forward. Mobius stepped back. “You were a variant, just like I am.”
“Real funny, Loki. I don’t think you’re in any position to be joking with me right now. I’m in deep trouble as it is, since you left with that variant.” His tone was cold, laced with something even he couldn’t place. The betrayal cut deeper than he had expected it to. And maybe he should have listened to Ravonna and the others, but he had thought…
Never mind. It didn’t matter now, did it?
Loki was staring at him, his eyes almost pleading. “Mobius, I wouldn’t joke about this. Not when you are concerned.”
It was shocking how genuine the words seemed. Mobius almost stumbled backward, but his feet stayed firmly planted on the familiar tile below. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came, so he looked down instead. Two black dress shoes cautiously stepped into his vision, and he raised his gaze to find Loki mere inches from him.
His hands were hovering above his shoulders, but his eyes were searching Mobius’, looking for whatever emotion he was hiding. “…May I?”
Trying not to focus on his racing heart, ignoring every thought that told him not to, he nodded slightly. Because as much as he insisted he didn’t, he trusted Loki. He probably always would.
Slender fingers gently rested on each side of his head. Mobius noticed a flash of green in the corner of his eye, and it suddenly felt like he was plunged into icy water. A memory, blurry and vaguely familiar, surfaced in his mind. He saw himself sitting at a desk, but not the desk he had at the TVA. The office was dark, lit by a small desk lamp, and he looked younger, hair instead a dirty blond, the beginnings of a mustache peeking above his lip. His younger self pored over some files almost obsessively.
A knock. Both versions of himself glanced toward the door. “Come in!”
A broad, older-looking man opened the door with two coffees in hand, chuckling a little to himself as he set the coffee down on the desk. “Jeez, kid, you ever gonna let that case rest?”
“Are you kidding?” Young Mobius asked, a huge grin on his face as he reached for the coffee. “Jim, it’s the craziest case the FBI’s ever seen. You can’t tell me you’re not at least a little interested in what his motives were.”
The stranger, vaguely familiar, placed a hand on his hip, still smiling. “‘Course I am. Everyone here wants to know who the hell D.B. Cooper is. But there’s no trace of him, and it’s most likely an alias. I don’t think you’re ever gonna find the answers you’re lookin’ for, rookie. That’s the problem with being an investigator. Sometimes things just don’t have solutions.”
“Just you wait. I’m gonna figure out this case if it’s the last thing I do.” Mobius beamed, taking the coffee in both hands to sip from.
“Sure you will. Just remember to take some breaks. Can’t have you fallin’ asleep on the job,” Jim replied, amused, watching him for a moment, then turned to go.
“Yes, sir!”
Mobius gasped, shivers wracking his body as he blinked, the memory disappearing in wisps, replaced by a concerned-looking Loki in front of him, hands still hovering not far from his head. He struggled to catch his breath for a moment.
He worked for the FBI. He had been wiped. He was a variant of some kind.
“Mobius?” The agent latched onto the name, his thoughts and emotions jumbled all over the place. “Are you going to be alright?”
“You were D.B. Cooper,” he murmured, the words escaping him before he could stop them, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.
Loki’s frown deepened, and his hands came to rest on Mobius’ shoulders, grounding him. “Perhaps you ought to sit.”
“You were D.B. Cooper. I can’t believe it,” he repeated breathlessly, his vision blackening around the edges. His knees buckled, and strong arms enveloped him before he could hit the ground. His name was being called, but it sounded far away.
He wasn’t a TVA agent. He worked for the FBI, and that was why he was so infatuated with Loki. Pieces slowly clicked into place, but until he woke up again, he wouldn’t be able to see the full picture.
All he knew was that he had always, always, been interested in Loki, in some way or another.
lokius headcanons because I said so:
1. mobius flusters easily. loki exploits this when he can by complimenting him and it always works. he finds it adorable and mobius hates it. loki, on the other hand, has only been caught off guard once: when mobius said he loved him for the first time. he blushed blue, and mobius has never let him live it down
2. every morning, loki straightens mobius’ tie for him. he loves using it as an excuse to pull him in for a kiss
3. mobius is a workaholic and he has insomnia. he is always tired, but loki has found that if he plays with his hair, it’s almost guaranteed to put mobius to sleep instantly
4. whenever he can, mobius greets loki by giving him a new candy bar to try. he insists he’s doing it to ‘culture’ him, but he actually just loves seeing the way loki’s face lights up. loki loves chocolate now and thinks of mobius whenever he has it
5. loki calls mobius “darling”
6. loki runs cold (frost giant) and mobius runs hot. they’re the couple that goes to sleep just holding hands, but in the morning their limbs are tangled
7. whenever mobius orders food he has to order extra because he knows loki will take some of his
8. loki finally understands why thor fell in love with a mortal
if loki doesn’t take mobius on a jetski ride what’s the actual point
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#my last two brain cells