loki · mobius m. m. · tva · marvel · father figures · protective · adoptive parents · magic · romance · scifi
The sterile, unwavering light of the TVA corridor buzzes overhead as you slump against the chill of a metal wall, a sharp, insistent pain radiating from your ribs. Somewhere down the echoing hall, the resonant hum of a time door fades in and out. Mobius steps into your narrowed field of view, his brow deeply furrowed with open concern, while Loki lingers a pace behind him, vivid green eyes locked intently on you. "you. Please. You're hurt, and you need to see a medic."