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Loki was enraged. His father kept pushing him towards new suitors that he couldn’t bear to stand. The newest was a male suitor that kept toeing Loki’s crotch under the table after Loki had asked about his interests, after having the audacity to insult his dearest friend Mobius in front of him. While Loki was a vapid being of sexuality, he is not one for public indecencies with random strangers that he was in the middle of conversing with or those that insult someone near and dear to him.
He got to his room at the end of the hall and slammed the door behind him after a small cry of outrage. How many more of these small outings with half- wits did he have to endure? Why did he have the pressure upon him to marry for a kingdom he would never have nor want?
His eyes scanned the room, searching for something to either magic for his own amusement or to imagine throwing at Sir Richard’s toad-like face, then his eyes landed on a small cup on his bedside table. It was a cup of tea, and from the smell of it, it was chamomile with small tendrils of visible steam rising from the top of the cup. Loki smiled to himself, chamomile was his most favorite tea and he knew who would leave it there every time after another date of horrid interactions with other nobility.
Mobius was his one true friend in the palace, he was Loki’s personal servant but Loki couldn’t truly call him that as he was so much more to him. Mobius knew how he dreaded when his father would say “Now Loki, I have brought you a new match today-“. To lighten the mood he would make the most absurd faces across the room out of Odin’s sight, causing Loki to have to fake a cough and snicker into his sleeve.
Mobius truly did know him well, and Loki sighed with happiness as he sank onto a chair and sipped his tea with a brown-eyed man occupying all of his thoughts. His daydreaming was then interrupted with a small knock on his door.
“Can I come in?”
Loki thought to thank the universe for making the one who existed in his mind appear in his very own reality in the doorway. He got up and made his way over to the door to let in Mobius, setting his tea back down on the table. Mobius was wearing a light blue tunic with his normal beige uniform today, a gift from Loki for his past birthday.
“The tunic looks beautiful on you Mobius, you have probably made many maidens swoon as you completed your duties today.” Mobius shook his head as he chuckled in response and met Loki’s eyes, to which Loki responded with a fond grin taking advantage of being able to spot the small golden flecks in between the blue-ish green. His friend was a peculiar specimen to Loki: kind, intelligent, and attractive in a way that it feels like the sun’s warmth emanates off of his skin, and yet he had no one to romantically speak of. Loki always wanted to make sure he had time for his love life and would rarely ask for him at night unless there was a pressing matter, but Mobius was always there for him. Even when he didn’t ask, like just then with the cup of tea.
Loki cleared his throat, realizing they have been staring at each other for far longer than needed and gestured towards the cup near his bedside. “Thank you- for the tea. Richard was true to his namesake, what an absolute dick.” Mobius laughed and moved to sit on the bench at the end of his bed, lightly patting the spot next to him with an unspoken invite to sit. Loki sat down and leaned into Mobius’s warmth as he put his arm around the Asgardian prince.
“Of course, I noticed he had improper intentions at the way he leered at your retreating backside. If the risk of losing my position here didn’t exist, he would have seen my knee towards his family jewels.” Loki laughed, it would have been quite amusing to see that. He noticed Mobius’ shaky breath, attempting to calm himself and placed a light hand on the servant’s arm that had encircled his shoulders, to which the tensed muscles immediately relaxed following his touch.
“He did try to initiate something under the table, which was quite unseemly if you ask me, he could have at least made an attempt in private quarters. Maybe I would have been slightly more willing before I rejected him, but I couldn’t bear looking into his creepy, soulless eyes.” Mobius closed his eyes for a minute and leaned back, releasing a breath of what seemed to be relief. It was quite a relief that Richard hadn’t gone to Odin after being rejected straight after the incident of the attempted indecency. His friend then went to move to get up to return to his post, gently removing his arm from the prince. Loki didn’t realize his eyes had started slowly closing as he drifted to sleep before being jerked awake by Mobius’ shoulder moving under his head as Mobius stood to leave.
“Where are you going? My beauty sleep was just about to start it’s cycle with the perfect pillow.” Mobius looked down at him with a quizzical look, surprised by Loki’s brazenness.
“To get you a new cup of tea, it’s cold.” He pointed towards the small tea cup, no longer accompanied by its visible steam. Loki grabbed his arm and yanked him back down gently to which Mobius landed near his side with an arm around Loki once again with a small grunt. Loki leaned into his touch, curling his own body towards his servant’s shoulder. Mobius turned away to cough, with a small hint of redness on his cheeks that Loki was too busy enjoying his warmth to detect.
“The tea can wait, right now I just need sleep and you are the only one I trust to not betray me. Thank you for being here, my friend.” Mobius stiffened for a second before relaxing into the calm coolness of Loki’s touch, closing his eyes as he hoped to sleep like this for the rest of his days.