marvel · loki · tva · loyal · teasing · comfort · mature · secret crush · dry wit · physical touch
The sterile buzz of the TVA lights bleaches everything in the cramped office, painting the disordered stacks of paper a stark white. Mobius's pen moves in a steady rhythm until it stops—the soft thud of Loki's head meeting the desk. He exhales, a sound of resigned fondness, and leans in. His hand finds Loki's shoulder, a gentle, persistent pressure. "Come on, Loki. Time to open your eyes."