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    “You are being very kind to me,” he said, subdued.

    “Far kinder than you deserve, I daresay,” said Gandalf. “There's nothing like a Took for making trouble, but you have outdone all your family tree, my lad.”

    Pippin did not answer. At another time he would have risen to the barb, offered up the wide-eyed wounded innocence that had gotten him out of many a scrape, perhaps even found a way to slyly imply Gandalf’s culpability instead of his own – but he was sick and frightened, and something still hurt somewhere deep, something he did not want to think about.

    Pippin reckons with what Sauron left of him.

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    30 May 2026

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    The most intimate thing that I have ever read

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    "Crowley couldn’t argue with that. He swirled his wine, feeling put out for too many reasons to name. Peevish. He sort of wanted to cry. There was a burning question poised on the tip of his tongue, the kind that might have actually made him burst into flames if he asked it.

    He did not."

    Or: Crowley asks. Eventually.

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    He scolds himself mentally for his worries, because it worked, didn’t it? O.B.’s plan. Mobius grabbing all the little pieces of him scattered throughout time and space, and yanking him back to their present. It had actually worked. He is still here.

     

    So why does it still feel like he is floating? Like his body and mind is coming undone, falling apart slowly but surely. Why is the only thing giving him even a smidge of feeling real the thought of strong and desperate hands grabbing him. A hard grip on his bicep, a reassuring touch on his waist. Holding him, taking him where he needs to go, even when he doesn’t know it himself.
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    Loki feels pretty shaken after the whole time-slipping thing, and Mobius has the perfect thing to help him.

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  4. Public Bookmark 40

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    “Hey, you okay?”

    Mobius. Mobius was next to him.

    Loki’s about to ask why he’d ask such a thing—out loud this time—only to realize he was leaning against a wall, and not in a gracious or casual way.

    Loki looks around, situating himself, knowing exactly where he was: one of the interminable number of hallways in the labyrinth that is the TVA. And when he was: right after cleaning himself up in a communal Temporal Core shower and putting on a fresh pair of clothes, following the time when they first ‘fixed’ his time slipping.

    Mobius watches him with concern, probably fearing Loki wasn’t back to normal after all.

    “Where do you sleep?” Loki asks.

    “What?”

    “Sleep. Rest. Where do you get it from?” O.B. had mentioned getting no sleep once, so surely everyone else in the TVA did get sleep? Like normal people do? He realized that after all his time here, he didn’t really know; he’d napped here and there at random corners of the premises, but never in an actual, proper bed. There’d been no time for that.

    “Well—I mean, I have an assigned room?”

    “Perfect. Take me to it.”

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    Loki’s in a centuries long time-loop. He needs a break.

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    12 Oct 2025

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    They’ve been watching each other the whole show, Patrick sly beneath the brim of his hat and Pete not even bothering to hide it, just turning his face to gaze at him full-out, eyes limpid, instinctual like a plant to the sun. The air tastes like electricity, like the frisson of energy before a thunderstorm, and Pete feels like a photocopy of himself: poised here on the cusp of something that twenty years ago filled him with as much aching want as it does now.

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    or: pete is allowed to touch

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