My Lokius post-finale fic where Loki and Mobius are together because Ep6 left me in tears 😭

Fanart for A Warning From The Gods (To Stay Away) by StompedKirbs on AO3!

This story is so intriguing and brilliantly written, I can't recommend it enough!

do the loki writers know what they've done for fanfic writers.

they gave us CENTURIES of off screen bonding with loki and the gang. my brain is already going wild with the possibilities BECAUSE LITERALLY ANYTHING COULD HAVE HAPPENED IN THOSE CENTURIES EXCUSE ME????

i need fics, now.

the first time mobius laughs a genuinely good-spirited laugh after Loki becomes the Tree is realizing that his last words were a self quote. It's been weeks of humorless or half-hearted chuckles, barely able to get a smile on Mobius's, so the fact that he randomly starts laughing worries like. Everyone. But it's just so Loki that he can't help it. And it's not even hysterical-- just a gut-punch laugh. He'd been thinking back (as he almost always is these days) to the moment Loki left them, and he realized those parting words felt familiar. When he consulted his memories quickly, the laugh startled out of him, because of course he'd quote himself. And the best part? Nobody else there knew. No one else ever would, unless Mobius tells them. But because Loki knew that Mobius saw his whole life, it dawns on the analyst that Loki quoted himself for Mobius to recognize.

'in my relationship I only want a guy who's 6ft and has muscles' this 'I want a girl who has a big ass and boobs' that

Nah FUCK that

I want someone to lovingly hold my face in their hands and look adoringly at me then kiss me while the fans scream and cry from happiness after waiting for 5 seasons and the old bitter white men to sit seething in their arm chairs

“You’re a god.”

“Not really. I’ve never been worshipped. I’ve never had… devoted followers. No one would kneel at an altar or temple in my name. No one would burn candles and offerings for me.”

“Let me be the first.”

I don’t know but I feel that if Mobius’ kids get to see Loki in his actual, God of Mischief attire they would DEFINITELY come up with all kinds of shenanigans to get them together. AS A COUPLE.

this is one of my fav scene from an amazing and beautifully written fic, here is the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/52581163/chapters/133004302 go read it, if you haven’t already, it’s really sooooo good!!

WIP Wednesday

Lokius, tuxes, first kiss. Minor spoilers for S2E2.

Loki's eyes dropped to Mobius' hands twitching by his side. They'd returned from the timeline after running after X-5 with their tuxes barely ruffled and it was a minor miracle. Well, Loki’s was almost pristine. Mobius' bowtie hadn't survived, lying loose and open around his neck. It was adorable, Loki mused. He chuckled softly to himself, realising it should be his hands twitching to fix it, much like he had done with his friend's tie once before. "We do look rather good," he said, smiling when Mobius looked up at him. "Yeah." His friend grinned back. "It's almost a shame to get out of these." Loki waved his hand up and down at their outfits. The flush on Mobius' cheeks spread like wildfire, and he looked away again, unable to keep eye contact. "Mobius," Loki breathed, stepping into his space. He leaned over him, a hand on the wall behind them, his lips almost touching the tip of his friend’s ear. Up this close, he could see clearly how the white and silver shards interweaved through Mobius' hair. He watched his friend shiver as his breath ghosted across him. It sent sparks of warmth through Loki, his heart pumping faster, his blood rushing in his veins. Tilting Mobius' chin with his hand, his own breath caught in his throat at how dark and wide Mobius' eyes were. "I want this," Loki whispered, "if you do." A small whimper left Mobius' lips, and he gave a little affirmative nod. Loki smiled, stepping closer, pushing Mobius firmly against the wall. He could feel his friend shiver against him, and the overwhelming heat of their bodies pressed together. Dark eyes darted back and forth, a little unsure smile tugging at Mobius' lips, waiting and watching. In all the time they shared in close proximity, nothing felt as charged as slowly letting his lips brush against Mobius', feeling the tremble echo through their bodies as want overtook his friend's seemingly never-ending restraint. He swallowed the strangled groan Mobius let out, kissing him fiercely. Their lips moved together, feeling like home, like this is where Loki belonged. Letting go, giving them space to catch their breath, was one of the hardest things Loki had ever done. But when he opened his eyes, all he could see was Mobius licking his lips. "That was better than whiskey," Mobius said. Loki grinned. "You can say that again."

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Indianapolis Bones and the Very Annoyed God of Mischief

In this post I proposed the idea of a President Loki + Mobius variant based on Owen's Dr. Indianapolis Bones SNL skit, and then I couldn't stop thinking about it so here's a bit of flash fiction based on that. Enjoy!

ETA: There's now a 4+1 expanded version of this on AO3!

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“It’s such an honor to have you here, sir.”

Since Loki had walked in, the restaurant's manager had been practically falling over himself with praise. He'd nearly wept when Loki handed out "Vote Loki" pins for the staff to wear. The Midgardians were finally treating him as he deserved, even if he wasn't their king...yet.

A woman ran up to whisper something in the manager's ear and he brightened. 

“Your table is ready, sir. Right this way.” 

Loki followed the man deeper into the restaurant, smirking as every head in the place turned to watch him and his collection of black-suited bodyguards. He didn’t need their protection but it amused him to think of humans throwing themselves at other humans at his behest. 

Loki caught the eye of one elegantly dressed woman and winked, causing her to flush prettily. Her date seemed entirely unamused at the “come hither” look she was sending Loki’s way. The only people who didn’t turn to watch Loki’s entrance were a group seated at a long table at the center of the room. They appeared to be in a heated discussion.

The manager paused by a small table next a window with what looked like a decent view of the river, even if Loki found Midgard’s scenery somewhat lacking compared to Asgard. Before Loki could sit, there was a clatter of dishware and both he and the restaurant's manager turned to see the source. 

An extremely nervous-looking waiter had dropped the stack of dishes they were collecting onto a nearby table. Their attention was focused on a different waiter, or at least someone dressed as such, who stood at the far end of the long table, holding a gun. Loki raised an eyebrow. This was an interesting development. 

The waiter with the gun was pointing it at an unassuming man seated at the end of the table. The man’s blonde hair was on the long side and, paired with his beard, gave him an unkempt look in Loki’s opinion. The horrible beige plaid blazer he wore wasn’t helping. 

Loki blinked and suddenly everyone else at the table had a gun out, all pointed at the man, who only smiled in response. Everyone in the dining room seemed to be holding their breath as the man took a brown fedora out from under the table and settled it on his head. 

"Now, now, let's not be too hasty." His voice had a pleasant drawl to it. He held his hands up as he stood slowly. 

“Just give us the map!” snapped one of the women at the table. 

“Sorry, can't do that,” the man replied and winked. He was either incredibly brave or very stupid given the circumstances. 

When the man slowly lowered his hand to his hip, Loki felt a brief spike of excitement. Was he about to witness a bloodbath? Unexpectedly, the man freed a long whip. With two quick cracks, he took out the light on the table and the chandelier overhead, bringing it crashing down and plunging the room into darkness. 

At least two of the guns went off after that, which made Loki roll his eyes. For how frail they were, Midgardians were always so reckless with their weapons.  

“Sir! Get down!” That was one of his men. They knew better than to grab him and simply lunged past, likely intending to tackle and disarm the gun wielders. Loki heard the sound of scuffling and was about to fling up a light—waiting in the dark was tedious—when someone did bump into him. 

“You look important and I'd hate for you to get hurt, so probably best to come along with me.” The easy drawl was recognizable, though the man with the whip sounded slightly winded now. Then he wrapped an arm around Loki's waist and hurried them both away from the sounds of fighting. 

Loki was so stunned at the audacity of being manhandled, he was outside before he fully registered what had happened. He tried to shove the man off but he’d already stepped away. Inexplicably, the man now wore a leather jacket instead of the plaid blazer. Now able to get a better look at the man, Loki was dismayed to find the bright blue eyes and lopsided smile were annoyingly attractive.

“Hey, are those a family heirloom?” the man asked, gesturing to Loki’s golden horns. “They look pretty good for an antique.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki snapped. “Do you have any idea who I am?!”

“Of course! How could I forget with the horns and all.” The man waved again and a long silence followed his words. Then a huge grin split his face. “Actually, I don't, but hopefully you won’t hold it against me. I’m Indy by the way, short for Indianapolis. My parents were kind of kooky.”

Before Loki had a chance to inform this ridiculous Midgardian that he didn't care what his name was, or what his parents were like, the back door of the restaurant slammed open.

“There he is!” 

It was the diners who’d pulled guns in the restaurant. 

“Oops, gotta go. See you around, friend!” The man—Indy, apparently—clapped a hand to his hat to keep it from flying off and ran into the night. Gunshots rang out in response and the bullets whizzed by Loki, close enough to further annoy him. He gestured at the gaggle of people spilling out of the restaurant and, with a flash of green light, they vanished. Seconds later, Loki's bodyguards came rushing out. 

Loki wasn't impressed by their delay in finding him, but he had something more important to address. 

He pointed at the fleeing man in the fedora. “Find that man—Indianapolis…something—and bring him to me.” 

The people who’d been chasing Indy might have been able to answer his questions, but Loki had sent them elsewhere without giving much thought as to where. As half of the bodyguards took off in pursuit, Loki stalked back inside, followed by the rest. He would get his answers one way or another.

fanart for Midori Sour by @primewritessmut

I adored the description of Loki's outfit in the first chapter and had to draw my interpretation of it!

can someone write a lokius fic around the concept of “you came” “you called” like maybe mobius is in danger somehow and loki leaves the throne to go to him i acc couldnt sleep thinking abt this

Please please please can we get the three of them in more scenes together. Marvel I am in your walls😳

for my maybe four (?) followers who read lokius: here you go

Five Fics Friday: April 19/24

Happy Friday everyone! Check out today's selection of fics to get you through the weekend! And be sure to give the boosted fic some extra love, as it JUST finished being written! :D Enjoy!!

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The Curious Case of the Casablanca Killer by meet_me_in_samarra (G, 55,886 w., 16 Ch. || Post THoB, Case Fic, Bromance / Friendship, Clever John, John is a Conductor of Light, BAMF John / Sherlock, Sassy John, Cheeky Sherlock) – Deemed a three at best, the case of an invisible burglar in a historic cinema who stole nothing only caught Sherlock’s attention because he was bored. Also, he wanted to do John a favour. In the end, this proved to be a real stroke of luck. Otherwise, Sherlock would have missed an intriguing mystery that quickly ramped up in complexity.

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Licence to Kiss by fellshish (T, 13,740 w., 4 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Bond Jokes, Angst and Humour, First Kiss, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining) – John loves James Bond. For his Birthday, Sherlock decides to organise a spy adventure. Sherlock begs Mycroft for a real case with some extra gadgets. And perhaps some actors pretending to be criminals. What could possibly go wrong?

Guess Who's Coming for Christmas Dinner by Raina_at (E, 18,623+ w., 2/4 Ch. || WiP || University AU || Fake / Pretend Relationship, Accidental Fake Dating, , Oblivious John / Sherlock, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Christmas, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Alcohol, Past Drug Use, Not-Nice Holmes Family) – Sherlock hates spending Christmas with his snobby parents. John has nowhere to go over the holidays. The heat in 221B is broken and their fridge is empty. Plus, Sherlock's parents will hate John. So of course Sherlock takes John along. It's not his fault that his parents assume John's his boyfriend. Of course John is perfect and all, but Sherlock doesn't do romance. So what harm can there be in pretending, if it makes his parents this mad?

Only Yesterday by Berty (T, 43,378+ w., 17/18 Ch. || Alternate Timelines / 'Yesterday' AU || Post-TRF, POV John, Grief, Mental Instability, Angst, Unrequited Love, Suspense, Scotland, Hurt John, Developing Relationship, Doctor John, John is a Mess) – Sherlock has been gone for two years and John Watson is doing okay. He goes to work. He sleeps (sometimes). He eats. He has colleagues, some of whom are even friends. He has purpose. If it's not a life as others might view it, it's a fair approximation. It's fine. He's fine. One night the lights go out and when they come back on everything is the same except for one important thing. For John it's the most important thing. And suddenly John is not fine at all.

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Magic Like You by Anonymous (NR [M], 9,714 w., 5 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Post-S2, Light Angst, Soft, Friends to Lovers, Jotunn Loki, Pining Loki, Heavy Pining, Bed Sharing, Jealous Loki, POV Loki, Living Together, First Kiss/Time) – Loki and Mobius are trying to carve out a new life for themselves after all the chaos and hurt and destruction that was caused by the TVA. This story explores Loki's new life and his relationship to Mobius through magic. (With lots of stupid fun and soft moments along the way, because with these two, it's inevitable.)