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Blue Skin
It had been another long day at the TVA. Usually, Mobius didn’t mind the long hours but today it’d just seemed to drag. It’d been a relief when he and Loki had finally been able to clock out and return to their shared apartment in the residential district of the city.
“Here,” Mobius murmured, handing Loki one of the two tumblers of whiskey he’d poured for them. He joined the god on the couch of their living room. Taking a sip of the amber liquid, he hooked a finger underneath the knot of his tie to loosen it.
Loki sipped at his drink, seemingly just as glad to be home as the time agent. “Ugh, what a day…” he groused, letting his head tiredly fall backwards against the coach cushion. “If I never see another case file again it’ll be too soon.” He kicked his long legs out to rest on the edge of the retro coffee table.
“You can say that again,” Mobius agreed. He studied the other man out of the corner of his eye.
It never failed to amaze him how relaxed Loki could be when it was just the two of them alone. Loki never let his guard drop like that around anyone else but Mobius.
“How long have we been together now?” Mobius asked as he took another sip of whiskey. It was a Penderyn, aged 25 years from 2078. Mobius had few vices in life, but if he had one weakness it was aged Scottish whiskey.
Loki lulled his head towards Mobius to better look at him around the dip his head made in the cushion. He seemed too comfortable to sit up or properly raise his head. “I don’t know. I still haven’t gotten the knack for telling time in this place. Linear time as I used to know it is basically meaningless here.”
Mobius took another sip of whiskey. “If I’m not mistaken, I think it’s just about been a year since I saved you from being pruned and made you my permanent partner.”
“A whole year already?” Loki mused. “My how time flies when you’re having fun.” He finally sat up and set his glass on the coffee table. He leaned across the middle couch cushion towards Mobius. His eyes were locked on the time agent.
Mobius recognized that gleam in the God of Mischief’s eyes. It was awe-inspiring sometimes how quickly Loki could switch gears into seductive tempter once the mood took a hold of him.
Loki smirked that infuriatingly sly smirk of his. “That would make today our anniversary then.”
“I suppose it would.”
Mobius put his tumbler of whiskey down on the table next to Loki’s. He was going to need both hands free for whatever was coming next.
“However shall we celebrate?” the god wondered.
Loki was so close. His face hovered just inches above Mobius’s.
“I can see you already have some ideas in mind.”
Mobius was already leaning up towards him, his hands instinctively drifting to Loki’s sides.
“For a mortal you know me so well...”
Their lips met in a passionate clash. Loki’s hands were suddenly running up Mobius’s chest and up under his suit jacket, over his shoulders and down his back. The brown suit jacket slid from Mobius’s arms down between him and the couch cushion. Long fingers began working at the knot of Mobius’s tie.
Not to be outdone, Mobius threaded his fingers into the god’s hair, pulling Loki’s mouth down harder onto his own. Their lips moved hungrily against each other. Loki moaned into the kiss.
Breaking apart, Loki abruptly sat back. His breathing was labored, his expression determined. Both hands now attacked Mobius’s tie. After several moments of fumbling, he finally managed to untie the thin strip of cloth and tossed the offending article of clothing away from them. He began undoing the buttons on Mobius’s shirt. In the dim light of the lamp, the shadows brought out the sharper edges of Loki’s profile.
Mobius didn’t know where the idea came from but it hit him hard.
“Hey,” he breathed, putting his hands overtop Loki’s to momentarily still them. They were already working on the buttons halfway down his chest. “I want to try something different tonight.”
Loki paused, an intrigued look lighting his eyes. “Oh really? What do you have in mind?”
The idea danced on the end of Mobius’s tongue. But he hesitated once his better judgement finally had time to catch up with the impulsive thought. He didn’t know how Loki would take to such an idea.
“You know what… never mind. It’s stupid. We don’t have to do it.”
“No, tell me,” Loki insisted. “You rarely come up with ideas for us in the bedroom.”
“That’s because your experience far outshines mine in that department.”
Loki was undeterred. “Tell me what you want,” he leaned down and huskily breathed against Mobius’s lips. Their noses gently bumped against each other. Their eyes met across the short distance separating them. “It’s our anniversary. I want to make you happy. Tell me what deliciously kinky idea you’ve come up with for us.”
Mobius again hesitated. But then realizing Loki wasn’t going to let this go, he resigned himself to admitting his fantasy.
“Drop the glamour.”
Loki leaned back slightly, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“Glamour? What glamour?”
“The magic that makes you look like this. You’re a frost giant. Your true form is blue. I want to make love to you tonight while you’re in your true form. No masks. No false facades. I want to see the real you.”
Loki leaned fully back, his expression one of shock and the smallest hint of horror. He didn’t seem to know how to immediately response. He visibly shied out of Mobius’s reach. He no longer seemed able to meet the time agent’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Mobius said, quickly backpedaling. “Forget I said anything. I should have known that would be an uncomfortable topic for you. We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s just… I don’t like admitting to my true heritage. I was raised believing frost giants were the same as boogiemen – something to be despised and feared. Frost giants are monstrous beings that live on a frozen world. You can probably imagine how shocked I was the first time I saw myself turn blue. I don’t know why you’d want to be with something so ugly. It’s not an attractive form.”
“That’s not true,” Mobius said, urging Loki to look at him. “I think you’re attractive in whatever form you’re in. And believe me – I’ve seen a lot of different versions of you! You’re the most beautiful thing in my life. I love you however you look. But I’d understand if you don’t want to see yourself in that form.”
He bridged the gap between them and caught Loki’s mouth in an apologetic kiss. If he was able to distract Loki maybe he could get them back to where they’d been before he’d decided to open his big mouth. Maybe he could still salvage the night.
Loki, however, did not seem as into their bedroom play as he’d been before. He broke off their kiss and leaned away, his expression clouded with anxiety.
Mobius wanted to kick himself for his insensitive stupidity. “Loki, I’m sorry. It was a dumb idea. You don’t have to-“
Loki closed his eyes. A shimmer of green magic passed over his face and down his body. As Mobius watched in stunned awe, Loki’s skin darkened to a deep cerulean blue. Pale ridges almost like raised tattoos appeared across his forehead and cheeks. They swirled across his skin in intricate patterns that reminded Mobius of ancient tribal scrollwork. Loki opened his eyes to reveal bright red orbs the same color as spilled blood.
As the last of the glamour spell finished washing away from him, a pair of gracefully curved horns appeared on the edge of Loki’s hairline, swooping backwards over his skull. They reminded Mobius of the horns on Loki’s old helmet. He wondered if maybe the prince’s choice of helmet design had always been guided by an unconscious, instinctive knowledge he should have horns.
For a moment, Mobius could only stare.
“Well?” Loki murmured. He didn’t seem able to lift his eyes from his lap to look at Mobius. “This is the real me. Are you repulsed?”
Mobius weakly shook his head. “No,” he murmured, still trying to take in his lover’s new look. “You’re… beautiful.”
And he meant it. The way the dark blue of Loki’s skin contrasted with the bright red of his eyes was otherworldly. In all his years of working with the different alien species of the Sacred Timeline, he’d never seen one as exotic or supernaturally dangerous looking as frost giants.
He reached out and ran a tentative finger along the inside curve of one of the horns now adorning Loki’s head. They were thick and ridged like ram horns. “I don’t remember these from the time film though. Where’d they come from?”
“They are a surprise to me as well. I must not have held the Casket of Winters long enough to completely dispel Odin’s glamour from me to reveal them.”
“They’re beautiful,” Mobius whispered.
“You keep using that word, but I’m not sure you really understand what it means,” Loki scoffed.
“No. I know exactly what it means. I’m not misusing it.” Mobius leaned closer, urging Loki to look up and meet his eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he repeated again with extra emphasis to ensure there was no confusion on the prince’s part what Mobius meant.
Loki blinked once, twice, searching Mobius's face for any sign of deception. Finally, the anxiety seemed to melt from the edges of his face. He leaned toward Mobius.
Their lips met once again. Arms encircled each other, hands running up and down the other’s body in renewed desire. There was a new urgency to their interaction as if a wall had fallen from between them and they suddenly needed to be next to each other, skin to skin.
Mobius abruptly stood and pulled Loki off the couch with him. Locked in each other’s arms, with their lips moving against each other in a needful battle for dominance, he practically dragged the god towards their bedroom. Mobius was kind of surprised at himself. He was rarely ever this forceful when it came to bedroom play.
Luckily, Loki seemed more than willing to let Mobius take control of the evening. He happily let himself be pulled along by the time agent into the bedroom.
Once there, they began frantically undressing each other in the dark. Clothes fell to the floor in untidy piles of beige and brown. Skin glided against blue skin like silk. Their mutual needs pressed against the inside of each other’s thighs.
Mobius pulled away from Loki just long enough to fumble for the lamp switch on the bedside table. He wanted to be able to see everything that happened next. He wanted to see the way the curves of Loki’s naked blue skin looked in the light.
Turning back to his lover, he gave the horned god one more kiss before sharply pushing him backwards onto the bed. Mobius straddled Loki’s hips before he could try to sit up. “Relax,” he leaned down and murmured into Loki’s ear. “Let me worship you tonight…”
Loki needed no other convincing. He melted against the mattress with a pleasant sigh. Eyelids drifted half mast over blood red eyes.
Kissing down the length of Loki’s neck Mobius settled himself between the prince’s legs. The prince’s heart pounded underneath Mobius’s lips at his pulse points. Mobius let his tongue lazily trace the swirls and looped pattern of Loki’s Jotun marks down onto his chest and then his sides. The god squirmed appreciatively underneath him as Mobius lavished his attention ever lower.
He arched slightly off the bed when Mobius began trailing kisses up along the inside of his right thigh. The tips of his horns pressed into the comforter with the movement. Scouting up the length of the god’s writhing body, Mobius thought it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen before. His member bobbed against his stomach as though nodding in agreement with the time agent.
Loki moaned underneath him as Mobius teasingly kissed along the crease of where muscled thigh met hip. The blue god’s eyes were half closed in ecstasy. His own member lay heavy against his lower belly, its tip such a swollen dark blue it appeared almost black in the dim light.
Keeping his eyes on Loki’s face, Mobius took his lover into his mouth in one fluid motion.
Loki arched up off the bed again, his moan loud enough for their neighbors to probably hear. His horns dug so deeply into the comforter Mobius was sure there were going to be holes in it before the night was through.
One of Loki’s hands found its way to the back of Mobius’s head. Finger tangled themselves in the short gray strands. His other hand gripped the blanket beside him.
Mobius blindly reached for the drawer of the nightstand as his mouth continued to work up and down his lover’s rigid shaft. He somehow managed to withdraw a bottle of lubricant from the drawer. Loki was so lost in the sensation of Mobius’s mouth around him he didn’t even seem to notice.
Slicking two fingers with gel, Mobius tossed the tube aside on the bedcover and pressed those fingers up between Loki’s legs. The god’s moans of pleasure changed in tone as Mobius’s fingers slid inside his opening, pumping slowly in time with the bob of his mouth. Loki’s horns once again stabbed at the mattress when Mobius curled his fingers slightly inside him.
“Mobius,” Loki moaned. His gasps for air were becoming shorter and steadily coming in quicker and quicker succession. The time agent could tell he was getting close.
Too bad for Loki Mobius wasn’t about to let his lover find bliss that easily.
Mobius released Loki from his mouth with an audible pop. He crawled up beside Loki on the bed and sat against the pillows and headboard in a half-reclined position. He spared only a moment to grab the tube of lubricant again to hastily squeeze some out onto himself.
“Come up here,” he ordered, pumping himself several times to properly spread the gel. “I want you to ride me. That way I can look at you.”
Loki was quick to obey despite the glazed, nearly undone look in his eyes. His member bobbed wantonly between his legs as he knelt on either side of the time agent’s hips. Their lips clashed together with the force of their mutual desire. Their tongues slid against each other in a breathless battle for dominance.
Breaking off their kiss, Mobius gripped Loki’s hips and guided him down into his lap. The god released a long, deep moan as he slowly sank onto the time agent.
Finally, he sat fully sheathed on Mobius. Their eyes met in the dim light. Both were breathing hard and visibly struggling not to lose themselves to their passion. Loki’s red eyes seemed to glow with an inner light Mobius had never seen when he’d been glamoured to look like a Norse deity. They reminded Mobius of rubies illuminated from the back by firelight.
“Beautiful…” Mobius murmured as if reciting a prayer. He traced one fingertip along a raised swirl on the god’s cheek. He reached higher and ran his hand along the curve of Loki’s right horn. “Mine.”
“Yours,” Loki breathlessly agreed.
Gripping Mobius’s elbows for balance, Loki began to move. He rolled his hips against the time agent in a series of long, slow strokes. As he fell into a steady rhythm he threw his head back with a moan of pleasure.
Mobius had to bite his lower lip not to come at the mere sight of his lover so lost in the grips of passion. His fingers dug into the sides of Loki’s hips. Did the god even realize how beautiful he looked right now?
The pace Loki had set for them gradually began to quicken. The long, slow rolls of his hips started to become more bouncy and frantic. He was getting close again. Loki’s head fell forward as he lost himself in the pounding rhythm. Long black hair bounced against his shoulders. His eyes squeezed shut as his breathing suddenly hitched in anticipation.
Not ready to let things end quite so soon, Mobius lunged forward and attacked one of the purplish-black nipples bouncing in front of him with teeth and tongue. Loki gave a startled gasp and arched up into the time agent’s mouth.
Surging forward, Mobius rolled Loki onto his back so that he was now on top. He somehow managed to do so without dislodging himself from the blue god. He grabbed one of the pillows he’d just been leaning against and shoved it underneath Loki’s hips for a better angle.
Loki stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. He was so close to the edge of release he looked like he was almost begging Mobius with his eyes to hurry. Long legs wrapped around Mobius’s waist with his heels pressed into the small of the agent’s back.
Throwing his arms overtop his head to grip at the bedcover, Loki breathlessly stared up at Mobius. “Take me. Take me and make me yours.”
He rolled his hips up against Mobius aggressively.
Mobius was helpless to resist his god’s demand.
“As you command.”
Leaning back on his heels, Mobius set a hard new pace for their lovemaking. Loki threw his head back with a cry of delight, his eyes rolling back into his head. Long, disheveled black hair fanned out across the bedcover underneath his head like a halo. Mobius was sure he’d never seen such an unworldly image of beauty before in his life.
As expected, Loki was so close to the end he didn’t last long in this new position. His heels dug into Mobius’s back as he arched off the bed in wild abandon only a few moments after Mobius started thrusting. Warm stickiness splashed against Mobius’s stomach. The Jotun’s cry of pleasure seemed to bounce off the walls of their bedroom.
The pool of desire that’d been steadily building in the pit of his groin since he and Loki first began making out on the couch was suddenly too much for Mobius to try and hold back any longer.
He came with a shout. His vision momentarily went black with the force of his release. He continued to pump in and out of the pliant body underneath him as shockwaves continued to roll over him again and again until they finally faded away into a lingering warm buzz in his limbs. As the last bit of adrenaline drained away, Mobius half-collapsed down onto his lover’s chest, breathing hard.
Loki remained limp underneath him, lost in his own afterglow. For a long moment of silence they remained where they were, still joined together but too tired to try and break apart. They simply rested and breathed, taking their time to return from their euphoric highs.
Finally feeling a sense of self returning, Mobius slid from his lover’s warmth. A rush of liquid followed. Loki hummed tiredly and winced at the sensation but did not move. He still seemed partially gone. Mobius collapsed down beside the panting Jotun on the bed.
They instinctively rolled towards each other, their legs and arms intertwining around the other and pulling them close until they lay chest to chest, foreheads lightly pressed together. Mobius ignored the stickiness between them. They’d get a shower later after they basked in their afterglow a bit longer.
Even now, over a year after first meeting this version of the God of Mischief, Mobius was still taken aback sometimes by how Loki always seemed to want to lay in his arms after a good turn between the sheets. Before meeting him he would have never suspected Loki Odinson of being a cuddler.
Pressing a soft kiss to Loki’s lips he ran a hand along the length of the prince’s body like one would a cat. Loki hummed against him in appreciation. He barely seemed conscious.
Mobius couldn’t help the smug thrill of pride he felt at the sight of Loki’s disheveled state. He'd done that. There was no way he’d left his god unsatisfied.
Gently tucking a strand of black hair behind Loki’s ear, Mobius stared into his lover’s face. Loki finally seemed to be coming back to himself. Ruby eyes blinked themselves to full awareness and met Mobius’s.
“Was that everything you were hoping for?” he groggily murmured.
Mobius chuckled lightly. His fingers began to delicately trace the outline of the Jotun marks on Loki’s upper arm. “I would say so. And more, actually. I can’t say for sure why, but the blue is such a turn on for me.”
“You really think so?”
Mobius could hear the lingering doubt and self-consciousness in Loki’s voice.
“I do. And actually… if you’re open to doing this again sometime, I think you’d look gorgeous wearing some gold jewelry. Like maybe some arm bands or chains around your neck or waist. Or maybe even some gold beads braided into your hair. The gold would stand out against your skin. It would be a beautiful contrast.”
“You want to decorate me like a Bedouin woman of Midgard?” Loki observed with a cocked eyebrow. “I’m not sure if that would count as cultural appropriation or not. Apparently Midgardians are very conscious about that nowadays. And unfortunately I don’t believe Jotuns have any traditional ornamentations outside of pelts or furs.”
“It was just a thought,” Mobius shrugged. “But there’s no denying how exotic you’d look all draped in gold.”
“I’ll think about it,” Loki dismissed with a sniff. He nuzzled closer to Mobius until his face was tucked down against the other man’s neck. “Just so you understand, don’t expect me to ever show myself like this to anyone else. I might have erased the glamour tonight for your enjoyment, but I don’t like the idea of anyone else ever seeing me as a frost giant.”
“Fair enough,” Mobius agreed, hugging his lover closer. “To be honest, I’d actually prefer it if you didn’t flaunt your blue skin and horns around the office too. I like knowing I’m the only one you’d ever willingly let your magic down to show your true form to. It’ll be something just for the two of us to enjoy.”
Loki raised his head off the bed so he could properly look Mobius in the eyes. His horns cast long shadows against the far wall of the bedroom.
“Hm. That could make for an interesting arrangement.” He seemed to be warming up to the idea of an encore sometime in the near future.
Then leaning down, he pressed his lips to Mobius’s in a long, deep kiss.