[It's not detachment he's after, just a nice shutdown of the analyzing brain. It's been pretty effectively shut up for a while now, though he can feel it starting to perk back up. Just watching the way Loki muffles himself when normally he's the talker, the vocalist, and it's curious. The way he seems, not reduced or any lesser, just tuned different when the focus is on him. Humming at a different frequency.
Mobius catches him just fine when the crash comes, kissing him steady and even. His hand eases up, not so rough and not so firm, to help him come back down gently.] There you are. [A murmur, a look of adoration half-lidded, a breathy laugh. Loki makes a face, and it's downright cute.]
What, no so fond of the aftermath? [He trails one of his messy fingers through.] Just gives us an excuse to--oh. [Or Loki could decide cleanup starts with the mouth. It may not be much of a plan, but it's hardly a shit one. In fact, it's great, because a tongue running over skin, around digits, practically lapping at him, makes all the other thoughts in his head momentarily short circuit.]
It's messy, [ is Loki's answer to that question, but his expression has gone fond even as his tone is a bit petulant. That 'oh', combined with the look on Mobius' face, tells him he made the correct decision. Besides, he's very good with his tongue and he knows it. ]
But, you were saying something? [ He wants to know what it was Mobius was going to suggest they have an excuse to do. Possibly it's a shower, which he is all for, honestly, but first, he needs to lean in and kiss Mobius again. ] Thank you, by the way.
[ For quite a lovely evening, which isn't exactly over, but. He felt that thanks were needed. ]
Was I saying something? [Because kissing better. Kissing takes precedence. If he was saying something, obviously it doesn't matter anymore. Not with the taste of Loki (in all manners of speaking) so fresh on his tongue.]
Thank me, more like thank you. I mostly just hope I don't rank dead last in lays you've had. [They're going to have to talk about this, at some point. Not in the middle of things, not while in the throes of sexual bliss, but actually sit down and talk it out. But that's for later. Sometime beyond Mobius giving his partner a lazy smile, less messy fingers brushing back Loki's hair to tuck it behind an ear.] But I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: sex is usually messy. Are you even doing it right if it isn't?
[ They are definitely going to have to talk about it, because Loki doesn't know how to make words at this very moment to get Mobius to understand that this encounter is the new standard by which all others will be held. Because Mobius matters. Because they're friends. ] You do not, [ is what he settles on, ] and you should stop worrying about that.
[ As far as mess goes? ] Probably not, [ Loki admits. Doing it 'right' is such a complicated concept, really. ] But it's a lot easier when you can just wave a hand and all the mess is gone. Less trouble. More time for cuddling. Which I would like to do, for the record.
Well. [He's definitely pleased by that. Maybe it's petty and he shouldn't worry, but hearing Loki say it is nice.] Good. Good to know.
[But cuddling? Cuddling sounds great. And he supposes mess does tend to get in the way of that. Mobius shifts under Loki, props himself up on elbows and kisses him again, softly.]
So, proposal: we get in the shower, I take the time to wash your gorgeous hair, you get me all squeaky clean, we cuddle up warm and clean. Or, we cuddle now, in a satisfied pile with some mess, which I have no objections to by the way, and shower later. Either way, there will be cuddling, and there will be cleaning, just a matter of order.
[ Those soft kisses are very nice, to the point that Loki actually entertains the idea of just staying in this bed and kissing Mobius until he's exhausted of it, which might never happen to be quite honest.
But the siren's call of having his hair washed by someone else is a little too strong, so Loki sits up properly before standing and offering Mobius a hand off the bed. ] Cleaning first is my choice. [ Once Mobius is up he'll kiss the man again for good measure. ]
[His legs still feel just this side of loose and wobbly, so he'll take the kiss as an excuse to briefly lean on his partner while he reorients himself. It's a good idea, still, just, ugh, do they really have to get up and move and be at any point not kissing? Mobius laces their fingers together and gives Loki an unnecessary tug in the shower's direction.]
Water takes a second to heat up. C'mon. Can't promise I've got all the fanciest floral fragrances in all of Asgard, but at least you won't have to put up with messy for much longer. You're real cute when you're mildly offended, you know, with the way your nose scrunches up.
[ Loki enjoys the casualness with which Mobius entwines their fingers, easily following that tug towards the bathroom. ]
Am I? [ A considering hum as he carefully steps over clothes they left strewn across the floor. ] I like the way you smell, the lack of florals notwithstanding, so I suspect your shampoo will be more than adequate.
Apparently you also like the way I taste, so that's flattering. [To be fair, that'd be pretty obvious even if he couldn't translate what was said, but. Yeah, he knows.
The shower's perfect for one person with the potential to get a little cramped with two. Still serviceable, though, with a twist of some knobs.] Sometimes I wish you did have your magic. Imagine a gold plated personal bath and expensive oils. I know things went to shit for you, but you were still a prince, and buddy, you were pampered like one.
[He doesn't intend to offend with the topic, or lead to anything morose. So he softens it all with a kiss to the back of Loki's hand.] Guess I'll just have to pamper you for a while.
Flattering it may be, but it's also true. [ He gives a little shrug but smiles brightly, pleased that Mobius understood.
He waits outside of the shower until Mobius makes some indication that it's alright to crowd him inside of the small space, looking down when Mobius mentions how things used to be. He was pampered, yes, and he definitely misses it, but he misses the people of Asgard even more. The culture and the history and the music and the art. The kiss to the back of his hand is a surprise that brings him back into the moment. ] You'll hear no complaints from me.
[He might apologize later. It's easy to be cavalier about someone's life when, nine times out of ten, you don't have to face that person. Much less sleep with them. Easier still to use all that knowledge to twist someone up, to get what you want from them, and then prune them.
Do you still know a person if you know every moment of their lived lives, but don't see into their head? Mobius is very, very good at digging into thoughts and feelings, arguably better than most. But it doesn't keep him from not watching where he's going, from stepping on landmines.
He almost forgets they're doing something, watching Loki.] Alright, get that handsome ass in there. The sooner I get my hands in your hair, the sooner you get pillow talk and spooning.
[ He knows that Mobius doesn't mean to upset him; it's easy enough to tell when he does, because the man has so few duplicitous bones within his body. But it's strange, to see the things you're fated to lose, to have them taken away in a manner that still feels both sterile and entirely unreal.
There's a good chance he'll never see Frigga and Odin again unless by some twist of possibility that currently escapes his knowledge. He'll probably never see Thor again. Asgard is destroyed and gone; only her past remains accessible to him.
To say he'd rather think of something, anything else is quite an understatement. Mobius and his shower hold a world of other possibilities, and so Loki smiles before stepping in and crowding Mobius immediately before glancing around trying to figure out which product is body wash. ]
If you're doing my hair, I get to do the rest of you.
Fine by me. Mutual pampering. Next thing you know, [said while handing him the body wash] you'll be fanning me and feeding me peeled grapes. Fetching my slippers in the morning or something. And what do I have to do to keep you pampered? [He reaches up, takes Loki briefly by the chin, lean in for a kiss. Just touch his face, a slide along cheek, jaw, tender.] Call you pretty and touch you kindly?
Peeled grapes are not worth the hype, [ he announces haughtily, finding a loofa-type implement to pour body wash onto, and then pauses. ] Unless they're frozen, I suppose.
[ He smiles into Mobius' kiss, eyes soft as he searches the other man's face. ] I won't be getting your slippers; if they're any distance from the bed that was your fault in the first place. [ But, he's been asked a question, and he leans in for another kiss before answering it. ] I wouldn't mind either of those things.
Yeah? [Because that's a low, low bar to clear, treating him with kindness and complimenting him.] Cuz it didn't seem like you were always keen on me being gentle.
[But there are different boundaries. Between sex and, well, not sex. Is he looking at this too closely too soon? Maybe. Maybe he could shut up and let Loki clean him up.]
[ Is it? If Loki added 'don't turn away from me when I inevitably fuck up' would that put the possible lowness of the bar into some perspective?
He gives a one-shouldered shrug, gaze shifting from Mobius' face to his chest, where Loki begins spreading the soapy loofa against his skin. ] What gets me off and what has me feeling pampered are not the same thing, usually. Besides, I'm having difficulty imagining you treating me poorly, at this stage.
[ If one of them is going to mess it up, Loki can only imagine it would be him. ]
[Mobius chews on his bottom lip a moment, letting his eyes slide shut as Loki attends to him. Hair playing can come last; he wants them both to luxuriate, or as well as they can. He rests his arms neatly, loosely, around Loki's neck and sighs low. The water's hot, his immediate carnal urges are satisfied, and he's got someone he cares about doing a little pampering of his own. It's good, this is good. So why is it tickling at the back of his head so badly? Why is Loki always a puzzle to solve even at the most inconvenient times?
Maybe because he said something about blurring their lines and getting all tangled up in Loki. Hm. Maybe Loki's not necessarily the one he needs to examine closer.]
[ Loki is very methodical in his cleaning, starting near Mobius' shoulders and working his way outward from there, up the arms around his neck, back down to swipe across his chest, his abdomen. He likes this closeness, the simplicity of it, even if Mobius' words have him rolling his eyes a little. ]
I know that. No one is all bad or all good; I told you that early on.
[ Besides which, he hasn't forgotten who put him in the time loop with Sif. ]
Something that'll break your heart. [He can't imagine doing it deliberately. Or--he at least can't imagine it doing it with that intent.] Something callous and cruel. I don't know, something that'll make you see I'm not so different from anyone else.
You say that as if I know nothing of cruelty and callousness. As if I won't possibly and likely do something myself to bring that out in you. [ Loki is not perfect; far from it. Nor does he consider himself fragile.
Most of the time, anyway.
His ministrations move down to Mobius' hips, his cock (which he's gentle with). ]
Yeah, they do. I don't want to do that to you. And I know I probably will.
[This kind of attention is nice, though. Relaxing. Loki might be used to more than a little pampering in his history, but Mobius has never exactly been a recipient of it much before. Almost feels like he could sleep standing up.]
All I'm saying is, in case you're worried you're gonna take some kind of misstep here, we're both going to stumble our way around this. Doesn't mean it'll end. [And maybe that's not a comfort, knowing they are each capable of destroying what they hold dear. But better than Loki quietly worrying himself away thinking he might be the only destructive power between the two of them.] We can both take a few hits while we figure this out.
[ Loki pauses, blinking at Mobius with a soft frown. One day it'll stop feeling so strange that the other man can pinpoint his concerns with such accuracy... or maybe it won't, and Loki will be surprised by it over and over again, who's to say? Either way, he feels some tightness in his chest loosening a bit, and he finds he doesn't know what, exactly, to say.
So instead of saying anything right away, he kisses Mobius on the nose and then drops into a kneel so he can clean the other man's legs. ]
[That nets a surprised little chuckle out of him, fingers gently threading through hair.] Yeah. Promise. [He is definitely not ready for a round two, but oh, Loki down low like that makes him wish he was.]
We're made of pretty solid stuff, you and I. It's gonna take a lot for anything either one of us jackasses does to break this.
Good, [ Loki intones, hands moving all the way down to Mobius' ankles as he looks up at the man from his position in the bottom of this shower. ] Because I would rather not break it.
[ He stands in one fluid motion, having to put a hand on Mobius' shoulder to keep himself from sliding on the slippery surface of the interior of the shower. ] You're important to me. This is important to me.
Yeah? [He draws Loki in for another proper kiss, slow and warm for reasons besides water temperature. The man leaves him so breathless with so little effort.] Yeah. [Like he decided Loki's telling the truth in that moment.] That means...a lot to me. Cuz I never expected to--
[There's a word stuck right on the tip of his tongue, one he's not entirely sure he's in a place to say, not sure Loki's in one to hear it. It quirks the corner of his mouth as he seals the word behind his lips. His gaze breaks away after a prolonged moment, a half turn away. Ostensibly to grab the shampoo.]
Well, I mean, I sure didn't see all this coming. Maybe it was inevitable. But fate or free will, it's important. You are. To me.
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Mobius catches him just fine when the crash comes, kissing him steady and even. His hand eases up, not so rough and not so firm, to help him come back down gently.] There you are. [A murmur, a look of adoration half-lidded, a breathy laugh. Loki makes a face, and it's downright cute.]
What, no so fond of the aftermath? [He trails one of his messy fingers through.] Just gives us an excuse to--oh. [Or Loki could decide cleanup starts with the mouth. It may not be much of a plan, but it's hardly a shit one. In fact, it's great, because a tongue running over skin, around digits, practically lapping at him, makes all the other thoughts in his head momentarily short circuit.]
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But, you were saying something? [ He wants to know what it was Mobius was going to suggest they have an excuse to do. Possibly it's a shower, which he is all for, honestly, but first, he needs to lean in and kiss Mobius again. ] Thank you, by the way.
[ For quite a lovely evening, which isn't exactly over, but. He felt that thanks were needed. ]
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Thank me, more like thank you. I mostly just hope I don't rank dead last in lays you've had. [They're going to have to talk about this, at some point. Not in the middle of things, not while in the throes of sexual bliss, but actually sit down and talk it out. But that's for later. Sometime beyond Mobius giving his partner a lazy smile, less messy fingers brushing back Loki's hair to tuck it behind an ear.] But I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: sex is usually messy. Are you even doing it right if it isn't?
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[ As far as mess goes? ] Probably not, [ Loki admits. Doing it 'right' is such a complicated concept, really. ] But it's a lot easier when you can just wave a hand and all the mess is gone. Less trouble. More time for cuddling. Which I would like to do, for the record.
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[But cuddling? Cuddling sounds great. And he supposes mess does tend to get in the way of that. Mobius shifts under Loki, props himself up on elbows and kisses him again, softly.]
So, proposal: we get in the shower, I take the time to wash your gorgeous hair, you get me all squeaky clean, we cuddle up warm and clean. Or, we cuddle now, in a satisfied pile with some mess, which I have no objections to by the way, and shower later. Either way, there will be cuddling, and there will be cleaning, just a matter of order.
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But the siren's call of having his hair washed by someone else is a little too strong, so Loki sits up properly before standing and offering Mobius a hand off the bed. ] Cleaning first is my choice. [ Once Mobius is up he'll kiss the man again for good measure. ]
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Water takes a second to heat up. C'mon. Can't promise I've got all the fanciest floral fragrances in all of Asgard, but at least you won't have to put up with messy for much longer. You're real cute when you're mildly offended, you know, with the way your nose scrunches up.
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Am I? [ A considering hum as he carefully steps over clothes they left strewn across the floor. ] I like the way you smell, the lack of florals notwithstanding, so I suspect your shampoo will be more than adequate.
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The shower's perfect for one person with the potential to get a little cramped with two. Still serviceable, though, with a twist of some knobs.] Sometimes I wish you did have your magic. Imagine a gold plated personal bath and expensive oils. I know things went to shit for you, but you were still a prince, and buddy, you were pampered like one.
[He doesn't intend to offend with the topic, or lead to anything morose. So he softens it all with a kiss to the back of Loki's hand.] Guess I'll just have to pamper you for a while.
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He waits outside of the shower until Mobius makes some indication that it's alright to crowd him inside of the small space, looking down when Mobius mentions how things used to be. He was pampered, yes, and he definitely misses it, but he misses the people of Asgard even more. The culture and the history and the music and the art. The kiss to the back of his hand is a surprise that brings him back into the moment. ] You'll hear no complaints from me.
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Do you still know a person if you know every moment of their lived lives, but don't see into their head? Mobius is very, very good at digging into thoughts and feelings, arguably better than most. But it doesn't keep him from not watching where he's going, from stepping on landmines.
He almost forgets they're doing something, watching Loki.] Alright, get that handsome ass in there. The sooner I get my hands in your hair, the sooner you get pillow talk and spooning.
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There's a good chance he'll never see Frigga and Odin again unless by some twist of possibility that currently escapes his knowledge. He'll probably never see Thor again. Asgard is destroyed and gone; only her past remains accessible to him.
To say he'd rather think of something, anything else is quite an understatement. Mobius and his shower hold a world of other possibilities, and so Loki smiles before stepping in and crowding Mobius immediately before glancing around trying to figure out which product is body wash. ]
If you're doing my hair, I get to do the rest of you.
[ That's only fair, right? ]
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[ He smiles into Mobius' kiss, eyes soft as he searches the other man's face. ] I won't be getting your slippers; if they're any distance from the bed that was your fault in the first place. [ But, he's been asked a question, and he leans in for another kiss before answering it. ] I wouldn't mind either of those things.
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[But there are different boundaries. Between sex and, well, not sex. Is he looking at this too closely too soon? Maybe. Maybe he could shut up and let Loki clean him up.]
I just wanna make sure I'm treating you right.
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He gives a one-shouldered shrug, gaze shifting from Mobius' face to his chest, where Loki begins spreading the soapy loofa against his skin. ] What gets me off and what has me feeling pampered are not the same thing, usually. Besides, I'm having difficulty imagining you treating me poorly, at this stage.
[ If one of them is going to mess it up, Loki can only imagine it would be him. ]
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Maybe because he said something about blurring their lines and getting all tangled up in Loki. Hm. Maybe Loki's not necessarily the one he needs to examine closer.]
I'm not always such a nice guy, you know.
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I know that. No one is all bad or all good; I told you that early on.
[ Besides which, he hasn't forgotten who put him in the time loop with Sif. ]
What is it you think you'll do?
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Most of the time, anyway.
His ministrations move down to Mobius' hips, his cock (which he's gentle with). ]
People hurt each other all the time.
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[This kind of attention is nice, though. Relaxing. Loki might be used to more than a little pampering in his history, but Mobius has never exactly been a recipient of it much before. Almost feels like he could sleep standing up.]
All I'm saying is, in case you're worried you're gonna take some kind of misstep here, we're both going to stumble our way around this. Doesn't mean it'll end. [And maybe that's not a comfort, knowing they are each capable of destroying what they hold dear. But better than Loki quietly worrying himself away thinking he might be the only destructive power between the two of them.] We can both take a few hits while we figure this out.
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So instead of saying anything right away, he kisses Mobius on the nose and then drops into a kneel so he can clean the other man's legs. ]
You promise?
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We're made of pretty solid stuff, you and I. It's gonna take a lot for anything either one of us jackasses does to break this.
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[ He stands in one fluid motion, having to put a hand on Mobius' shoulder to keep himself from sliding on the slippery surface of the interior of the shower. ] You're important to me. This is important to me.
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[There's a word stuck right on the tip of his tongue, one he's not entirely sure he's in a place to say, not sure Loki's in one to hear it. It quirks the corner of his mouth as he seals the word behind his lips. His gaze breaks away after a prolonged moment, a half turn away. Ostensibly to grab the shampoo.]
Well, I mean, I sure didn't see all this coming. Maybe it was inevitable. But fate or free will, it's important. You are. To me.
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