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The picture painted in Mobius’ room is rather amusing. The TVA agent is on the bed, wheezing from laughter while Loki’s seated cross-legged on the floor, looking grumpy. Sylvie smirks at the scene in front of her before acknowledging her presence in the room.
She knocks on the door frame softly. She notices Loki’s eyes immediately flying towards her before falling to the ground, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
Well, now she is actually curious. Mobius glances at her briefly before exploding with another wave of laughter. The God of Mischief seems rather annoyed by that, if not even embarrassed. He throws a pillow that up till now he was holding, towards the agent’s direction, missing him entirely, but also making him laugh even harder if possible.
Sylvie chuckles to herself, before stepping further into the room. It's not possible to not notice that Loki seemingly refuses to move from the spot on which he is sitting, which makes her slightly concerned, even if just for a second.
“Everything alright in here?” she asks, directing the question mostly to the other version of herself.
Loki nods, however, he still doesn’t speak. She decides to approach him, crouching down beside him, automatically checking for injuries. It’s sort of irrational, she knows. If Loki was injured, Mobius wouldn’t be on the bed laughing his ass off , more likely he would be hovering and fussing around the God of Mischief.
“You can stand by yourself, can’t you?” Sylvie has to make sure. She knows she’ll be calmer this way.
As Loki nods again, she stands up, this time her eyes falling on the other man in the room.
“You’re okay there?” Her voice changes drastically, now holding a lot of amusement at the grey-haired man’s behaviour.
She observes as Mobius forces himself to take deep breaths and calm down. He succeeds only half, however, it’s enough for him to be able to speak, and most importantly, to explain the situation Sylvie found them in.
“Everything’s fine, Sylvie, don’t worry,” he manages to choke, his chest still heaving from his attack of laughter. “Loki is just a little bit clumsy today. Isn’t that right, Loki?”
“Oh, piss off!” That’s the first time Sylvie hears the god speak ever since she entered the room.
Loki seems to be wanting to throw something else at Mobius. Unfortunately, he lacks any items within the reach of his arms, so he just turns his back to the two, crossing his arms on the chest and huffing, visibly irritated.
There’s a silence for several seconds, during which both the TVA agent and the variant are staring at the back of the God of Mischief in amusement.
“Loki?” Sylvie finally prompts, hoping for some answers.
“Oh, bloody hell!” The god explodes suddenly, aggressively turning around. “I sneezed so hard that I fell out of the bed, and this bloody idiot finds it hilarious!” He points at Mobius, who is smirking at him lovingly. “And don’t look at me this way!”
Sylvie is stunned. “You-” she stutters. “You what?”
“Sneezed and fell out of the bed! Do I need to spell it to you, or would you rather I used another language?!”
To his irritation, Sylvie is giggling now as well. He glances between the two, shooting them, what he hopes is a murdering glare.
“Sweetheart,” Mobius manages to stay calm for once, eyeing the blond variant, seemingly entertained. “I’m not trying to make you mad, it’s just that this situation is rather ridiculous, don’t you think?” He reaches his partner with one of his hands, tugging on the other’s wrist.
Loki huffs but complies, climbing back onto the bed. Sylvie sits down as well, right next to the pair.
“Gee, I finally found your other talent except for the magic skills,” she chokes as she finally gets her giggling under control.
“Shut up-”
“No, you shut up.”
“Alright, children, children!” Mobius cuts them both off with a smile on his face.
There’s a while of comfortable silence between them. Then, “Just don’t mention that to anyone,” Loki murmurs, letting himself fall back onto the bed in defeat.
“Promise,” both Mobius and Sylvie answer in unison.
“No one except for B-15,” the blond one adds innocently.
“Piss off.”