“You're not gonna do it then?” “I won’t need to.” “Is that right? Open your collar for me.” Loki glares at him, but does so, loosening it enough to expose more of their neck. Mobius leans in and licks a stripe, then sucks hard enough to leave a bruise. “Norns!” “You’re gonna keep that promise?” “Yeah. Yes.” Loki bites on their lip and Mobius presses another kiss, then scrapes his teeth along their skin just because he can. A quiet whimper slips past their lips. “You’re beautiful when you get riled up, you know that? It’s one of my favorite things.” He squeezes them firmly and Loki pushes themself off the wall, arching their back a little. “Mobius!” “Quiet, remember.” He presses kisses up their jaw to their ear. “I could keep you here like this forever.”

“What about you, Mobius?” Casey asked, turning to him. 

“What, sorry? What was the question?” 

“Would you rather live on an island or the top of an unscalable mountain?” 

“I… hmm… I, um…” 

Mobius had never the taken the game all that seriously. It was just a fantasy, after all – none of them would ever escape the TVA, so what did it matter if his answers were whimsical or unrealistic? This morning, though, he found himself mulling over the question. A desert island or an unscalable mountain? Islands were surrounded by open water, which had definite appeal. Maybe he’d be allowed a JetSki? 

In the end, though, he’d settle for either option, just as long as Loki was stranded there with him.

“—see you in a few minutes,” Sean said before ending the call. He jumped when he found Loki beside him.  “They’re ordering pizza for the crew,” Loki said simply, knowing Sean would understand the rest. “Have you made different arrangements for lunch?”  “I was going to go home real quick,” Sean said, his tone unjustly wary. “Why?”  “I’ll join you,” Loki said, and started towards the parking lot. “We can take my car.”  “What?” Sean rushed after him. “No, Loki—look, just have your assistant order something. There are plenty of other restaurants in the area that can deliver quickly.”  “My assistant,” Loki said, with no small amount of displeasure, “still hasn’t finished apologizing. If I waited for him to come up with a solution, I would not eat until the end of the week.” Sean sighed; he had seen enough of Isaac to know Loki spoke the truth.  “Besides, we’ve shared meals before,” Loki pointed out, earning an incredulous look from Sean. It took him a moment to understand why. The last time they had eaten together, they had only just sat down when Loki remembered the dry cleaning he would need for an event that night, so he had sent Sean out to fetch it while he ate. By the time Sean returned, Loki had finished, but he had gotten the waiter to pack up Sean’s meal. Surely that counted, even if it had grown cold.  Loki found it easy to end any argument by walking away, and seeing as they had nearly reached Loki’s vehicle and Sean had not yet taken off to find his own, he assumed the discussion was over.  As he got in, Sean grumbled, “It’s like you want to be best friends suddenly.”  Not ‘friends’ and not with you, Loki thought.