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Awake.
Loki opened his eyes. The ceiling was familiar. He was in the bedroom. He was not in danger.
He turned his head to the window. It was morning, late enough to wake up judging from the sunlight peeking through the curtains. He must have slept through.
He closed his eyes and went completely still. He held his breath. Listened. There it was. He smiled at the sound of the soft hums next to him. Mobius. Only then he allowed himself to turn and look at the man next to him.
Mobius slept on his belly, hugging the pillow. He looked so relaxed and soft. His silver hair was standing up in all directions.
Loki marvelled at how someone can sleep so peacefully next to a predator. Except… he didn’t see himself like that anymore, he realised.
He had quite a few realisations recently. He thought of the night before. Mobius led him into the bedroom. Once he undressed Loki, Mobius guided him to lay on the bed. He kneeled next to Loki’s waist. Loki was completely naked, while Mobius was still fully dressed. Mobius looked at him as if memorising each curve and plane of Loki’s body.
At the first touch of Mobius’s hands, Loki’s eyes fluttered shut and he let himself feel. He didn’t know what Mobius had planned to do with him. More surprising still, he didn’t have a plan of his own. He never let anyone be in control like this, not without a reason or escape plan. Sometimes he’s done things out of self-hatred. But this wasn’t what was happening here. Despite the scars Loki carried on his skin and soul, he dared to trust again.
And this time, instead of a knife at his throat, there were soft lips. Instead of words of betrayal, there was praise. Instead of heartbreak there was Mobius’s hot tongue. And the latter made Loki lose any train of thoughts he had that evening.
Loki shivered pleasantly at the memory.
Mobius stirred mumbling something resembling to “m’nng” as he rolled on his back. He sleepily stretched out his arm and lifted the covers inviting Loki in. Loki wasted no time draping himself over Mobius’s side.
And as he was held tight, a single kiss was placed on his unruly curls. He was home at last.