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When Thor brought Jane to Asgard, it was a celebratory occasion. She was welcomed with open arms by the family and their friends (except Sif but she’s not too fond of anybody new). They wined and dined, fascinated by her Midgardian studies.
The same attentiveness and interest did not replicate once Loki brought Mobius home.
Mobius could feel their eyes on him as he strides through the halls to find Loki.
“If he is with Loki, who knows what havoc he will wreak onto our world,” Volstagg whispers to Fandral.
“I concur,” Fandral glares, crossing his arms. “Loki is a devious scoundrel. I don’t trust anyone who would be endeared by his mischief.”
Hogun nods.
“I say we smite him before any damage is done to our comrades,” Sif snarls.
“You know you guys aren’t exactly quiet,” Mobius calls out, before disappearing around the corner.
His expression softens once he finds Loki talking to his father outside of the throne room.
“Loki-” he goes to call him over but stops when he sees Odin’s serious expression. He hides behind a pillar, eavesdropping on the situation.
“This mortal is not supposed to be in our realm, Loki,” Odin booms.
“He has every right to be here. Thor can bring his dames here, but the moment I find someone to share my life with-”
“This isn’t you , Loki.”
“What isn’t me ?”
“Monogamy. Peace.”
Loki glares. “Why can’t I have those things?”
“It’s not in your nature. You savor chaos and destruction. Save this poor human despair and send him back to where you found him.”
Mobius waits for Loki to respond. He whispers something to Odin, but he can’t make out what was said. Loki storms off, eyes red with anger and tears. Odin enters his throne room, slamming the doors behind him.
Mobius sighs. “Oh, geez.”
He waits a few minutes, trying to think of some comforting words to share with Loki. He knew his relationship with Odin was rocky, but actually witnessing their discord was painful.
Mobius strolls back to Loki’s bedroom. He knocks lightly and mumbles, “Hey, Lokes? You alright in there?”
The doors swing open and Loki looks as if all of his emotions had been sucked out of his body.
“Yeah? Why?”
“Nothing. I haven’t seen you yet this morning so-”
“Liar. You were watching me.”
Mobius inhales. “... sorry.”
“It’s fine. You may enter, by the way.”
Mobius steps in, closing the doors behind him. “Are you really alright?”
“Yes.”
Mobius scrunches his nose as if he just smelled something sour.
“Don’t make that face,” Loki growls.
“It’s okay to be upset. If you’re not fine then-”
“I’m. Fine! I’m used to this by now. All I have to do is block him out or get drunk and forget what he said to me altogether.”
Loki sits on his bed and rests his face in his hands.
Mobius steps over. He sits next to Loki and places a comfortable grip onto his shoulder.
“Hey. It’s alright. I trust you,” he whispers.
“I wouldn’t.”
“Hey. Look at me. Please?”
Loki lowers his hands and raises his head to meet Mobius’s gaze. His eyes are slightly red, threatening to shed tears at any moment.
“They do trust you, Mobius,” Loki sniffles. “Or they think you’re too stupid to cause any harm on your own. They just don’t trust me. They think I will corrupt you or make you my slave to do my bidding.”
“But I know you won’t do those things.”
“It doesn’t matter if you know. You trust me, Mobius. You and I have saved each other from death on numerous occasions. There are no secrets between us. They don’t know me as you do. It doesn’t matter what I do or who I try to be around them. You’ve said it before as well: I was born to cause pain and death.”
“And I regret those words every day of my life. You’re not that anymore, Loki. You’re this beautiful, honest person. Living proof that anyone can change for the better. I understand that you want to gain their trust, and someday you will, just as you did mine. You’re worth the trouble. And if they refuse to come around, then let’s go live somewhere else. The whole universe is at our disposal.”
The tears have begun to stain Loki’s cheeks. “Your kind words are appreciated, Mobius. It’s a difficult thing to cope with.”
Mobius leans forward and kisses a tear off of Loki’s face. “Thank you for being open about it with me. You’ve grown so much.”
A few more kisses take Loki’s tears away, then capture his mouth. He wraps his arms around Mobius’s neck, smiling into his mouth.
Loki then snakes a hand down Mobius’s back, pinching his butt. Mobius jumps and pulls away.
“What- why?” he blushes.
“Just playing. You know mischief makes me feel better.”
“Okay, but that kinda put a damper on our tender moment, don’t ya think?”
“I’m over being tender right now,” Loki smirks. “Hey, Mobius. You know what else makes me feel better?”
Mobius doesn’t even need a second to think about it.
“Are you serious?” he sighs.
“Yeah, why not?” Loki grins wide. “They say I can’t have you, so I am going to prove them wrong. How about it, Mobi?”
“I’m not one for turnin’ down a good time. And I especially enjoy making my mischievous little god feel good.”
With that, Loki pounces on Mobius, slamming his back onto the bed. He peppers his face in kisses, leaving marks of gold lipstick on his skin.
“Easy, kitty. Down kitty,” Mobius hooks an arm around Loki’s waist and flips them over. He pins his wrists down and smiles.
“Are you taking the reins, my brave warrior?” Loki asks with hope in his voice.
“Is that what you’re in the mood for?”
“Fuck yes. Do it, daddy.”
Mobius’s breath stops. He chooses not to comment, but the added nickname after what he just saw happen between Loki and Odin is unsettling… and sickenly sexy.
Mobius devours Loki’s neck, leaving marks and bruises for his friends to see later. He wants to give them something new to gossip about.
“Mobius…” Loki moans.
“Yes, kitten?”
Loki flicks his wrist and makes his clothes disappear.
“Leave marks all over me. Please,” he begs.
“Anything you want, your majesty,” Mobius hums, obliging to the demand. He starts by biting down Loki’s front, leaving loving marks on his neck, chest, and stomach. He takes the god by the waist and turns him over again, biting into his back.
“My thighs too. You missed my thighs,” Loki whines.
“I’m getting there.”
Beautiful stains cover Loki from head to toe. Once he’s finished, Mobius stares with pride. This is mine. All mine .
Loki looks behind him. “I don’t want to wait much longer, daddy.”
“I know, baby. Where's the lube?”
“On my nightstand. Apologies if it is running low. We haven’t been very conscious about how much we use when we have sex. I know you love it when I’m dripping for you.”
Loki wiggles his ass, enticing Mobius to grab the bottle at lightning speed (kachow).
“You have your own slick leaking out of you, I think you’ll be fine,” Mobius assures, dousing his fingers in oil. He eases two fingers into Loki’s cunt.
Loki closes his eyes and grins. “Mmmm, yeah… get me all nice and wet for you…”
“You’re practically soaked already, sweet thing.”
“This is what you do to me.”
“I’m honored that I can serve you in such an intimate manner, my prince.”
Mobius scissors Loki open, briefly brushing over his g-spot to keep him on his toes.
“I’m ready,” Loki whines. “I’m ready, daddy. Fuck me. Please? I’m all wet and loose for you.”
“Well, you want to do the honors and get rid of my clothes?”
Loki waves his hand, stripping Mobius from his Asgardian wardrobe.
“Much better. No offense, but the clothes you wear up here aren’t the most comfortable things ever.”
“But you fill them so wonderfully.”
Mobius takes Loki by the hips. “I appreciate that.”
Loki moans loudly as Mobius pushes into him. He grips the sheets, spreading his legs wider. During a typical fucking, Loki shoves his face into the pillows to muffle his embarrassing sounds; but, right now, that’s all he wants anyone in the palace to hear. He wants everyone to know what Mobius is doing to him. That this human is having his way with a god.
“It’s splitting me open…” Loki whimpers. “I love it…”
“I know you do. You’re fluttering around me.”
“Because I need you to move.”
“Oh, you need me to?”
“Yes! Please, daddy, move for me. Make me drunk on your thick cock.”
“God, I love it when you talk like that.”
Mobius takes a handful of Loki’s hair and yanks it back as he thrusts into him. Loki whines and moans a melody of erotic sounds that echo throughout the room. He fights the urge to slam his head into the pillows.
“You want to be loud? Let me give you something to scream about.”
Mobius thrusts harder into Loki. The bursts of pain from Loki’s hair being pulled and the ruthless pounding make the god yell out louder. His eyes roll back, and he reaches behind him to paw at wherever on Mobius he can grab.
“Get me on my back,” Loki groans. “Please, and really give it to me!!”
Mobius complies, pulling out of Loki to turn him over. He smiles evilly down at Loki’s red face. He leaves those curls to drape in the trickster’s face to keep him looking completely debauched.
“Come on, you know the drill,” Mobius growls.
Loki lifts his legs over Mobius’s shoulders. “Do it, do it, do- Mobius!!!”
Mobius plunges back into Loki’s pussy. Loki shrieks and grabs at the sheets.
“Yes!! Daddy! Deeper!” he cries. “Fuck me!! Gods above, you make me wanna scream!!!”
“Then scream!” Mobius grunts. “Let everyone know that you’re mine!!”
“Yes!! I belong to you, daddy!! Fuck!!!!”
Loki pushes himself up on his feet to push back onto Mobius’s cock. His mouth hangs open and drool spills down to his chin. He’s so desperate to chase his release, he’s ready to do whatever it takes to get it.
“Daddy! Please!!! I need it!!! I’m gonna cum!!!”
“Go ahead. I won’t make you wait. Daddy knows you’ve had a tough day. You deserve some release, kitty cat,” Mobius groans. “Tighten around me and I’ll cum in your slutty cunt, and they’ll really know who you belong to.”
“Yes! Yes! Cum inside of me!! Fuck!! I’m cumming, daddy- Fuck- I’m-”
All of Loki’s thoughts are destroyed as he orgasms hard on Mobius’s dick. He trembles and shrieks through it all, chanting daddy, daddy, daddy over and over. Mobius curses, pushing a few more deep thrusts into Loki before releasing inside of the god. It only makes Loki louder.
“Daddy!!!! Yes!!!! I’m so full of you!!! Keep going until you’re empty!!!”
A few more sharp thrusts and Mobius can’t do it anymore. He collapses on top of Loki, panting and heaving with him.
“Loki, my God… you are something else.”
“Don’t pull out just yet, love. Please… Keep me plugged up for a little while longer…”
“You got it…”
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The next time the warrior’s three and Sif see Mobius, Loki is latched onto his arm. There’s a limp in the scamp’s step. He’s barely able to stand without Mobius’s support. Everyone gets the message. It was loud and clear through every corner of the palace.
“With how it sounded last night, the fact that Loki can walk is… nothing short of a miracle,” Volstagg whispers to Fandral.
“Seriously. It sounded like he was going straight to Valhalla,” Fandral blushes, crossing his arms.
Hogun nods.
“If I hear them again, I will smite them where they stand,” Sif snarls.
Loki whispers to Mobius, “I think you have quite the reputation among my acquaintances after what you did to me.”
“Good for me. I’m sure their opinion of me has changed quite a bit after that.”
“But don’t get too cocky, You’re mine,” Loki turns back, winking at their viewers. “Daddy.”