I See You

Loki x Mobius

Summary: Mobius tries his best to get over Loki... until he sends him a sign on Christmas.

Notes: This is my very angsty, very early contribution to @sarahscribbles and their Christmas Loki Fic event. It's how I'm dealing with the pain of the finale. Enjoy!

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The bright neon ‘Open’ sign flickers as Mobius sits down at the very first booth available, unbuttoning his suit jacket to get more comfortable in his seat. He gazes over the menu, glancing aimlessly over the words he’d seen dozens of times before in hundreds of different combinations, only none of them seem to make any sense to him at the moment. If he was being completely honest with himself, nothing had really made sense to him anymore; not after he left.

No amount of coffee he drank could sustain him. The food he ate lacked its usual flavor as the air felt flat and stale against his face, even if he was out on the water and the sun was still shining. He couldn’t sleep, yet he was always tired; too exhausted to wear his body out during the day to fall into a restful state at night. Instead he found himself staring at the ceiling with a bottle of whiskey in his hand as reruns of M.A.S.H. played in the background. That theme song seemed to be the only real form of comfort he was able to find until his body finally gave in, and his weeping eyes fell shut.

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Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁

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Every choice that I had to make left you on your own

blackleatherjacketz answered:

Bucky never expected an apology from Steve, no matter how deeply he yearned for it. It didn’t seem to matter how many nightmares soaked his sheets with sweat, haunted his thoughts or weighed his eyes down with tears; he had to come to terms with the fact that he was never going to come back to him. At least not in the way he wanted.

He holds the handwritten letter up to the light, the one that was left in his mailbox without a return address or postage stamp of any kind, the one with only one word written in cursive on the center of the plain white envelope: Bucky. It had taken him days to build up the courage to even consider opening it, the first few attempts often ending in a midnight call to his therapist or to Sam despite the fact that he was probably sleeping. Most of the time he just stared at the envelope, wondering who could have carried it to his building, if Steve had hired them just before he passed, or if it was something he’d put into motion decades ago like in that movie Shuri made him watch just a few years ago.

Or has it been longer than that? He still can’t quite wrap his head around how much time had passed since he’s been gone… again.

The characters written in Steve’s familiar hand are a bit shakier than usual, the T’s and L’s suffering the most in his message of farewell as he finally apologizes for leaving him here in a world without him. He never wrote the words ‘I’m sorry’ outright, but finished the formal letter with a sentence that was as close as he was going to get.

I know that every choice I had to make left you on your own, and I wish that things could have been different. Take care of Sam, and let him take care of you, too.

Steve

He couldn’t tell exactly how long he stood there staring at the letter, the dim lamplight of his apartment overshadowed by the sun as it bloomed into morning in the periphery of his window. He remembers Alpine running between his legs a time or two before whining at him to pet her, but he couldn’t pull himself away. He was afraid that if he put the piece of paper down or lost track of it, that if he stopped touching it, then he’d lose that last part of Steve forever, the last true and tangible piece that belonged just to him, to them.

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Wow breaking a girls heart here. You wrote this so beautifully and it was so visceral, you could feel his emotions and his raw they were! Bravo babe

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My heart’s already broken, so you all have to suffer too! I’m glad you felt Bucky’s sorrow that I channeled at 2 in the morning on a slow night at work!

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bulletproof-love-replies asked:

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Every choice that I had to make left you on your own

Bucky never expected an apology from Steve, no matter how deeply he yearned for it. It didn’t seem to matter how many nightmares soaked his sheets with sweat, haunted his thoughts or weighed his eyes down with tears; he had to come to terms with the fact that he was never going to come back to him. At least not in the way that he wanted.

He holds the handwritten letter up to the light, the one that was left in his mailbox without a return address or postage stamp of any kind, the one with only one word written in cursive on the center of the plain white envelope: Bucky. It had taken him days to build up the courage to even consider opening it, the first few attempts often ending in a midnight call to his therapist or to Sam despite the fact that he was probably still sleeping. Most of the time he just stared at the envelope, wondering who could have carried it to his building, if Steve had hired them just before he passed, or if it was something he’d put into motion decades ago like in that movie Shuri made him watch just a few years ago.

Or has it been longer than that? He still can’t quite wrap his head around how much time had passed since he’s been gone… again.

The characters written in Steve’s familiar hand are a bit shakier than usual, the T’s and L’s suffering the most in his message of farewell as he finally apologizes for leaving him here in a world without him. He never wrote the words ‘I’m sorry’ outright, but finished the formal letter with a sentence that was as close as he was going to get.

I know that every choice I had to make left you on your own, and I wish that things could have been different. Take care of Sam, and don’t be afraid to let him take care of you, too.

Steve

He couldn’t tell exactly how long he stood there staring at the letter, the dim lamplight of his apartment overshadowed by the sun as it bloomed into morning in the periphery of his window. He remembers Alpine running between his legs a time or two before whining at him to pet her, but he couldn’t pull himself away. He was afraid that if he put the piece of paper down or lost track of it, that if he stopped touching it, then he’d lose that last part of Steve forever, the last true and tangible piece that belonged just to him, to them.

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