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A hug.
Something almost completely foreign to Mobius, until this particular day.
A multitude of unknown sensations, until the first embrace given by Loki.
The moment did not lend itself to tenderness, nor to declarations of love, nor to sentimentality.
However, in one gesture, Loki had managed to communicate so much and had allowed Mobius to reciprocate so much.
Mobius had held out his hand and Loki had not only grasped it, he had taken Mobius in his arms, widening the touch.
And even though Loki had said, "Thank you my friend," the emotion and all that was left unsaid went far beyond friendship.
Loki, in offering this embrace, had allowed their whole beings, their souls to communicate much more than words could have transmitted in the urgency of the moment, in the uncertainty of the future.
From then on, hug had taken another meaning for Mobius who also knew that no other hug would have the same importance as those that Loki offered him without restriction.
Nothing was better for Mobius than Loki's arms wrapped around him, enclosing him in a closed space filled with heat. Probably one of the safest places in the world for Mobius.
No matter the time, no matter the place, and no matter the form, the embrace of Loki's arms had the power to stop the world for Mobius. Just like that day on the Void.
From the moment Loki had embraced him, it had been just him and Loki, Loki and him.
And even after many months, the sensations were still the same, even stronger, because they were nourished by the love they now shared.
From the beginning, what struck Mobius most about their relationship was this harmony, this reciprocity, this complementarity.
If Loki was often underlining all that Mobius had done for him, Mobius never failed to remind Loki that he had done the same. That he had changed many things in Mobius' life and among all that Loki had made better in Mobius' life there were the nights.
Because there was not a night when he did not fall asleep or wake up in the warm and loving embrace of his lover.
Before Loki, Mobius never stayed in bed longer than the time he needed to rest. It wasn't that he hated the night, it was just that before Loki, the night emphasized the fact that he was so lonely. So much so that he always left a light on.
Now he looked forward to the night ahead and made it last into the morning with the presence of the one who shared his life.
Loki had changed everything, even his nights.
Now Mobius loved the night as much as the day and this night, like the others, was no exception.
After a trip to the bathroom, Mobius pushed open the door to their room, smiling with anticipation. His eyes fell on a familiar sight and lit up with the same gleam of joy as on the first day. He was home.
That's what the sight of Loki, dressed only in Mobius' t-shirt and boxers, told him, because he had decided that Mobius' night clothes were now his too, the wet hair from the shower he had just taken and above all the warmth and love that came from the beautiful green eyes.
They looked at each other for a few seconds in silence and then, as always, Loki pushed himself up a little and lifted the comforter, a sign for Mobius to join him.
Mobius slipped under the comforter and pressed himself against Loki, the fear of being too clingy long gone because Mobius knew that Loki loved to hug as much as Mobius loved to be hugged.
Reciprocity and complementarity.
Loki closed his arms around Mobius and gently kissed the back of his neck as Mobius let out a contented sigh and then whispered, "I'm home."
Loi must have heard him because he tightened his arms around him and replied, "Welcome home."
After a moment of silence, Mobius whispered softly, "Loki."
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
Loki turned Mobius in his arms and Mobius could see a radiant smile on his face as he replied, "I don't know the reason for this spontaneous declaration, but you know I love you too.
Mobius pressed a kiss to his chest and replied, "I don't need any particular reason, I just wanted to say it," then he buried his face in Loki's hair which smelled of shampoo and Loki's scent.
Then Mobius put his arms under and around Loki's waist and hugged him just as tightly. Like in their first embrace, like their relationship, full of reciprocity.
Sometimes Mobius must have fallen asleep because he was awakened by Loki's fingers running through his hair as he whispered, "Mobius, love."
Seeing that Mobius did not answer, Loki continued,"Turn over so we can actually fall asleep."
Mobius grunted because he was very comfortable the way he was, with his head against Loki's chest, but he also knew that in the long haul he had to comply with Loki's request.
So he turned around and put his back against Loki's chest again and Loki wrapped his arms around him once again.
Mobius moved his hand forward to turn off the light.
Despite the dark night, the feeling of loneliness had never returned, there was the regular lifting of Loki's chest on Mobius' back, the regular puffing of air on his neck, the hair that sometimes brushed his face, and especially the warmth of Loki's arms around him.
A warmth that told him, "You're home."
A warmth that told him, "You're not alone anymore."
A warmth that told him, "I love you."