Work Text:
“Well, that was good for one day,” Mobius said as he closed the folder on the table of the interrogation room.
“What are you going to do with me now?”
“Y’know. Put you on ice. You’ll get a hot meal and a bed and I’ll come get you for some more chatting in the morning.” Mobius stood and waved his hand towards the door. “Right this way.”
“Wait,” Loki said, fumbling for words. “I think there’s a major element here that hasn’t been addressed.”
Mobius flipped his chart open again. “No, I don’t think so…hate your brother, attacked Earth, responsible for your mother’s murder. We got all the good parts.”
“Mobius,” Loki said with a smile, his arms behind his back as he put all his energy into appearing conciliatory and polite. “When I got here some items were removed from my person and some items were put on my person and…”
“Yeah, sorry, buddy. That fine Asgarian leather really does just disintegrate out of existence. There’s nothing left of it, I’m afraid.”
“I’m not as concerned about what was taken as I am concerned with what was put in its place.”
Mobius looked him up and down. “Shirt too snug?”
Growing ever more frustrated, Loki blurted out the issue. “I need to utilize the little boy’s room but I seem to have a contraption covering my…essentials.”
“Oh, yeah, right. That’s a cock cage. You can still pee with it, no worries.” Mobius walked towards the door and Loki followed.
“I beg your pardon?”
“You just have to sit to pee since y’know it’s too squished up to really aim it.” Mobius laughed. “You must really think we’re evil here at the TVA if you thought we were going to deny you the ability to urinate. Wow. You really are a bit of a pessimist.”
“Mobius!” Loki shouted, his voice echoing through the cavernous hall. The agent stop and turn around to meet his eyes.
“I would like to know why I have this thing on my cock in the first place.”
“Oh, that’s just to keep you in line.” Mobius said as he waved Loki down a hallway with a sign that read Holding Rooms over it. “See, we’ve seen, well, everything. You saw the video of your life, we don’t miss a thing, so we know you require…relief of a sexual nature at least once a day if not twice, even if that release is only from your own hand.”
“If you’ve seen my life then you know I’ve had plenty of options other than my own hand. I’ve had more women and men than you could possibly imagine.”
“Congratulations,” Mobius said as he used a number pad to open up a door. “This is you. Your home away from home until we figure out this whole variant thing.”
“You must be kidding me. You are going to keep me in this device to…to what? Infuriate me into cooperating?”
Mobius laughed. “Actually, I’m not sure if you know this, but you are super cute when you are infuriated. Anyway -- the point of it is that by withholding the relief you seek down there, you will be more accommodating to give me what I want. Information, answers, cooperation.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because if I get what I need I can give you what you need. And, if memory serves, I believe you have a preference for bottoming. As I mentioned, I’ve always been a fan so I’d be happy to provide the topping as a reward for your cooperation.
“Let me get this straight,” Loki said as he looked into the bland beige room that had nothing but a bed, a chair, and a toilet. “You are going to fuck me as a reward for providing you with essential information?”
“Yeah. Pretty much. Truth be told, I’ve indulged a bit myself while watching some of the finer moments on your life reel.”
“You get yourself off watching me fuck?”
“I watch you do everything, Loki. I’m a huge fan of the sounds you make when you’re being railed.” Mobius gently pushed Loki into the holding cell, “in you go,” he said as he shut the door. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
**********
Three days later, the door opened and Mobius stood there with an apologetic expression. “I know, I know…I said I’d be back the next morning and it’s been three days. We had a bit of an emergency with one of our minutemen and well, long story short, I just couldn’t pull away until now.”
Loki backed into his room as Mobius entered and sat down on the lone chair. “The guards tell me you’ve been on a hunger strike until you…get some relief…y’know...” Mobius said pointing between Loki’s legs, “down there.”
“Mobius. I’ve seen the infinity stones, the useless tesseract. I know I am no match for this…this…place.”
“It’s more of a time than a place,” Mobius corrected.
“Not the point,” Loki shouted.
“I’m sorry, go on,” Mobius said politely.
“I have told you all I can. And I will answer any additional questions you have but I can’t be in this thing any longer. I can’t think straight. I’m itchy all over, I'm sweating, I can’t sleep.”
“Horny. The word you’re looking for is horny. You need to be fucked. I know that. I’m not a complete moron.”
Loki closed his eyes and took a slow, steadying breath. Then, when he opened them back up, he tried to speak calmly and clearly. “Then fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m going to. That I can guarantee you. But with this minuteman situation blowing up, I need to bring you back over to the interrogation room and do another debriefing. We have some scenarios we’d like to run by you, get your take on the scary Loki.”
“I am the scary Loki,” the God of Mischief roared.
“Aww, no. You’re more like a little pussy cat.” Mobius leaned down and pressed a kiss to Loki’s forehead. Come on now, let’s go.”
Once in the interrogation room again, Mobius had pulled up a new clip of his life where he was attempting to convince Sif that he wasn’t the one who’d cut her hair. “Is this the best you can do?” Mobius asked.
“Best I can do at what? Cutting hair? I’m not the God of Hairstylists. I’m the God of Mischief.”
“You are here trying to convince her it wasn’t you,” Mobius pointed out.
“Yes. Correct. I’m not blind, just backed up. Have I done enough to earn your cock, yet?”
Mobius smiled and blushed. “Not yet, sweetheart.” He fast-forwarded through more of Loki’s life. “I’ve been trying to search through your life and I can’t find what I’m looking for. Maybe you’d be able to find what I need quicker just by using your memory.
“What are you looking for? The time I cut off half of Thor’s beard while he was drunk?”
Mobius held up a finger, “Actually, I’ve seen that reel. It’s one of my favorites. But no. What I want to know is how you would go about….enchanting someone.”
“Enchanting someone?” Loki asked.
“Yes, like hypnotizing them, getting into their thoughts, controlling their mind.”
Loki’s brows shot up. “Is there a Loki variant that can do that? Because I would much like to make their acquaintance.”
“So you’re saying you can’t do it?”
Loki closed his eyes and shook his head. “Listen you dullard, you told me when I first got here that there have been children and alligator variants of me.”
“Yeah? What’s your point?”
“Did the alligator talk?”
“No. He’s an alligator.”
“Well, clearly we aren’t all capable of all the same things. But I’m sure I can learn from this variant and then I’ll be happy to tell you how they’ve done it. Let’s get me out of this cage and out into the field.”
Mobius sat back in his chair sulking. “You have a good point.”
“Yes. I always have good points.”
“The cock cage was supposed to make you desperate, not angry. That’s what the box said.”
“I only have one setting, Mobius. Anger. It doesn’t matter what else is going on, anger will always be my baseline. Surely you know that by now,” Loki said as he motioned to the screen that was still fast forwarding through his life.
“Okay, fine. I’ll fuck you. Can we do it after the work day or…”
“No. Now. Now, Mobius.”
The TVA agent nodded. “Can do.”
Loki stood and unbuckled his pants. “You know I need it. It’s humiliating enough being in this cage but acting like I might choose to wait? That’s beneath you.” Once Loki was completely bare he sank to the ground on his hands and knees. “Please,” Loki said, defeated, reduced to pleading for cock.
He could hear Mobius behind him unbutton and unzip and when the other man’s hands held him steady by the waist, he groaned at the feel of a large cock sliding between his crack. “Fuck me,” he whimpered and without words, he felt one of Mobius’ hands disappear as he used it to line up his cock.
“You’re gorgeous,” Mobius said softly as he continued to tease Loki's hole with the tip of his dick.
“I know,” the narcissistic God replied. “Fuck me.”
When Mobius plunged into him, Loki was in heaven. He could spend hours, days, bending over for Mobius, feeling the man’s cock slide in and out of him. The feeling of being so aggressively filled was so incredibly satisfying after so many days.
“I’ve been known to be quite good at this,” Mobius said, his voice heavy with desire and need.
Loki’s only response was a low moan of pleasure and then with just a tilt of the TVA Agent’s hips, he was slamming relentlessly against Loki’s prostate. The trickster God has had his share of being impaled with hard cocks, but never had anyone been able to hit this spot inside him, leaving his entire body glowing with ecstasy at every touch.
“Don’t stop,” Loki moaned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” He felt the start of a full body explosion in his toes, then it radiated up his legs, and finally encompassed his entire body. It wasn’t a brief moment of localized pressure and a blast of cum, but a slow build of full-body ecstasy. His body convulsed with the feel of slow waves of euphoria, his dick twitching in it’s cage, but he felt the orgasm in every other part of his body.
The sound of Loki’s continued cries sounded far away and foreign to him as he rode out the waves his full-bodied orgasm. He’d never experienced such pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Enjoy it. It’s better this way, isn’t it?”
Words were not an option at the moment and as another swell of pure elation ricocheted through his body, he whimpered like a little boy. After numerous prostate induced orgasms, too many to count, Mobius finally came hard with a growl and as Loki relished the feeling of the TVA Agent’s cock pulsing out cum into his backside, he finally passed out from the dizziness of so much constant, intense pleasure.
When he came to, Mobius was standing beside him tapping into the tempad. “Told you I was pretty good at that,” Mobius said with a wink. “You going to tell me I wasn’t?”
Loki shook his head and sat up, reaching for his pants, listening as Mobius continued. “We’re heading to some box store during a hurricane. Your main goal will be to make contact with your variant and try to find out how they wield this power of mind control. If you can get me that, Loki. The cage will come off.”
Loki zipped up, his muscles still weak from so much stimulation. “You don’t have to,” Loki said, embarrassed at how desperately he wanted Mobius to keep him and lock him up forever.
Mobius gave Loki a wicked smile. “Now you want the cage?”
“As long as it comes with your dick up my ass,” the trickster God said seductively.
Mobius leaned in and kissed Loki gently on the lips. “I think we’ll be able to work something out.”