“The lovebirds are out tonight, so we have the place to ourselves.” Mobius said as he walked into the main room of their makeshift hideout.
“The lovebirds?” Loki looked up from their book.
“Yeah, y'know, Sylvie and Bea.” The group had begun to refer to B-15 as Bea, at her request. “They’re in love. Like birds or whatever.” Mobius looked thoughtful for a second. “Where does that saying even come from?”
“I don't know, and frankly, I'm not all that fussed.” Loki said as they got up, making their way over to their partner. They stopped just before Mobius, slipping their arms around his waist.
“You only say that because you don't want to admit that you don't know.” The shorter man said, leaning in slightly.
“Be quiet.” Loki grumbled as they ducked their head down slightly for a kiss. Mobius met them halfway, rather effectively shutting both of them up. They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying being in each other's company. It was a rarity these days, with being on the run from the TVA and all that. Hiding in apocalypses was incredibly stressful and Loki often found themselves silently wondering how the hell Sylvie had managed it for most of her life.
The pair eventually ended up sitting together on the sofa that had they quite literally pulled out of some pile of rubbish that they had happened to stumble upon when they were pulling their base together. Mobius reached up to brush his hair out of his face (it had grown quite long in the time since he abandoned the TVA), but Loki beat him to it, tucking the offending strands back behind Mobius’ ear.
“Your hair looks good like this.”
“It’s damn annoying and I'm cutting it all off as soon as humanly possible.”
“All of it?” Loki grinned slightly.
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m not entirely sure I do, Mobius.” The god’s smile was growing by the second.
“I’m sure that huge brain of yours can figure it out. Loki.” Came the retaliation. Mobius made sure to put extra emphasis on his partner's name.
Loki chuckled before leaning to the side, resting their head on Mobius’, who in turn, placed his head on Loki's shoulder.
“You’re beautiful.” Mobius murmured, looking up to Loki’s face.
Loki’s breathing stilled for a brief second. They bit back a reply of “I know” or “How long did it take you to work that one out.”. They’d never heard that from someone and genuinely believed they meant it. They’d never heard it as anything more than a manipulation. Sure, Mobius had paid them compliments before but Loki had always found a way to joke them off to avoid actually having to confront their feelings. Now though, now they were actually a couple or whatever you would call it, they were afraid that Mobius may take it the wrong way if they were to do that.
“Loki?” Mobius nudged their side. They must’ve been quiet for a while.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Fuck. That was quite possibly one of the worst responses that they could've come up with. Who says that to their boyfriend?
Mobius let out a small laugh when he heard their response. He stopped when he heard nothing coming from next to him. Odd to say the least, considering how his partner usually loved to talk.
Loki cleared their throat, which suddenly felt very dry. “I am perfectly alright, yes.”
Mobius raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because I don't think I’ve seen you this quiet since the first time I met you.”
“Just not used to the compliments, I guess.” Loki was startled by their own honesty.
“Not used to- Loki, you get compliments from people all the time! Especially from me.”
“I suppose so.” Loki looked away.
Mobius shifted his position so that he was sitting upright. “What’s the matter, hm?” He reached out to cup Loki’s cheek.
“I- That was one of the only times a compliment ever felt genuine.” They rushed to get out, tripping over their words slightly.
Mobius planted a kiss on Loki’s forehead.
“I know that it’s hard for you to trust, but stuff like that from me will always be genuine, got it?”
Loki nodded, looking slightly uncertain.
“Hey, I mean it, alright?”
The god looked more convinced, this time.
The pair were just leaning in for a kiss when the front door opened.
“Oi, get a room, you two!” Sylvie and Bea were back, then.
“You’re back early.” Mobius said, surprised.
“Yeah, apparently reserving seats at the restaurant you want to eat at is actually quite important.” Sylvie said as she threw herself onto the sofa next to Loki.
“There’s always the next apocalypse.” Bea replied, followed by “Budge up.”
Everybody shuffled up until there was room for both couples to fit comfortably onto the sofa. The poor thing seemed as if it was about to collapse under their coined weight. Fortunately for its occupants, it held up.
“Wow, such a nice family moment for us all.” Sylvie joked, leaning into her girlfriend, who promptly kissed her cheek.
“And you two told us to get a room.” Mobius said in mock indignation, making a show of covering his eyes.
Sylvie snorted. “Please, you two were basically on top of each other when we walked in.”
“Oh sure-” Mobius was cut off by Loki's hands clamping over his and Sylvie’s mouths.
“That is quite enough of that, thank you.”
Sylvie and Mobius shared an eyebrow raise as Bea stifled a giggle.