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“You’re my favourite.”
These three words have been boring a hole in his skull ever since he heard them. He has very mixed emotions. On the one hand, he wants to believe they were a joke, on the other though he cannot bring himself to ignore them.
He’s conflicted.
Is he reading too much into them? Maybe he should just relax and let it go? Maybe he should let it be, ignore it, act as nothing happened?
But it’s not that simple for him - he feels like he cannot let go of them. For the first time in his life, he feels fully and utterly happy. However, the second these three words left Mobius’ lips, his world started falling apart.
He feels like he’s losing everything on both sides. Like being brushed aside, forgotten and ignored.
If he could ask Mobius, just to make sure that he was teasing, joking. Yet, he knows he won’t. He won’t because it would mean admitting to his own weakness. Admitting to the fear of being left alone again, not important to anyone, just an error in the world that could be easily erased without anyone noticing.
It also means being faced with reality. Because what if the agent says that he was being serious?
It’s been several weeks since that event. Several weeks of thinking about something that was probably long forgotten by people around him. He hated that feeling.
Loki couldn’t help but notice Mobius meeting up with Sylvie on several occasions. Even though he did ask for the dark-haired company a few times, the god still felt left out, like a fifth wheel.
Each time he would be observing them closely.
Each time without saying anything. No commenting, nor complaining.
Each time he would feel utterly frustrated and powerless.
“Alright, what’s wrong with you?” Mobius asks as they are sitting in his room.
Today is very peaceful, ideal for relaxing, so there they are, in the agent's room. Loki hoped to take his mind off of things bothering him, at least for this afternoon, distracting himself with books.
But today, out of all days, the TVA agent finally decides to let him know he noticed god’s weird behaviour. He finally wants to confront him about it, now, when Loki thought he was getting over it.
He can’t help rolling his eyes. He’s more annoyed than anything. He doesn’t want to have this talk. He doesn’t want to have to go through these thoughts all over again.
“Nothing is wrong with me,” he lies, but immediately feels this time his talent for hiding the truth didn’t appear. He realizes he doesn’t sound confident at all.
“Really? ‘Cause you’ve been moping for weeks now,” Mobius answers sort of sharply. Then, upon understanding he won’t get an answer, he sighs. “Alright, I’ll tell you what’s been going on. I’ve been kind of bonding with Sylvie and you are jealous.”
Loki’s eyes widen. So he did notice.
“I gotta make it clear; there’s nothing between us, okay? So you don’t have to worry about losing her or anything.”
Now, the god’s confused. He gets caught off guard as he hears the statement. So Mobius did notice… but at the same time, he didn’t.
“Mobius-” he tries, a small smile appearing on his lips, even in spite of himself.
But the agent immediately cuts him off, not really listening, just carrying on with his explanation.
“I mean, honestly, whenever we meet, we end up talking about you anyway so-”
“ Mobius- ”
“There’s really no reason for you to be jealous-”
“Mobius, hold your fuckin’ horses.”
That does it. The TVA agent shuts up, stunned. It’s not a regular thing to hear the God of Mischief swear in such a mortal, human way. It’d shock everyone, no matter how well they know him.
Loki actually laughs, ever so slightly, as he sees the expression on the grey-haired’s face.
“It’s not about her,” he explains softly when he finally calms down enough to speak. “It’s about you.”
“About me?”
“Yes, I’m jealous of the relationship she has with you, you moron, not the other way around!” The god lets the words flow out of his mouth.
They fall silent for several seconds just looking at each other. Then, they both explode with laughter; possibly caused by nerves, the gathered feelings and the tension, but still, it’s laughter, not tears, as Loki expected.
And the god can finally feel the tension leave his body.
He can ultimately feel safe.
He’s not losing anyone.
On neither of the sides.