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"Ouch!"
The small shout from Mobius' office startled Loki.
"Damn that hurts!"
That's all it took for Loki to rush into his lover's office. When he entered, he was shocked to see blood beading from the thumb of Mobius's finger as he held his hand, grimacing.
Loki exclaimed, "Mobius! Are you bleeding?"
Before Mobius had time to answer or explain, Loki continued, "I have a first aid kit in my desk drawer, I'll be right back."
Loki ran to the adjoining room as Mobius tried to hold him back, "Loki... it's just…a paperc-"
He didn't have time to finish that sentence as Loki had returned with a first aid kit. He opened it and emptied it onto Mobius' desk.
"Okay, okay..."
He grabbed a small pouch, "Survival blanket...no it's not that."
He tossed it over his shoulder.
"Loki..." tried to interrupt Mobius, "It's only..."
"Shhh." Loki picked up another pouch, "A tourniquet... no."
He threw the pouch over his shoulder like the other.
"Loki... it has stop-"
"Let me concentrate okay?"
Loki grabbed the stethoscope, "No need for that either." and set it down beside him.
"Loki!"
Mobius shouted and banged on the desk to get Loki's attention.
"What?!"
"Look." Mobius pointed to his finger, which had stopped bleeding, and continued, "It's nothing at all, just a paper cut."
Loki grabbed Mobius' hand and saw with his eyes that the cut was tiny and no longer bleeding.
He hid his face in his hands, "I'm so ashamed."
Mobius looked at him fondly, pulled his hands away from his face and said gently, "Hey sweetheart, it's okay you know. It was actually kind of sweet, you know? The way you freaked out."
Loki shook his head, "I'm a god, I'm not cute."
Mobius chuckled, "Whatever you say. Tell me, how come you have a first aid kit in your office?"
"It's for you."
Mobius looked at him, confused, "For me?"
"Yes, so I'll have what I need if you ever get hurt."
Mobius took Loki's head in his hands, "How can you say you're not cute when you do this kind of adorable thing." then he kissed him on the forehead.
Loki moved back and replied with a pouty tone, "But in the end it was useless."
Mobius shook his head, "You can still help me."
"How?"
Mobius held out his injured finger, "Kiss it better."
Loki chuckled, but nevertheless complied and gently kissed the injured finger.
Mobius said softly to him, "Thank you sweetheart."
"Thank you for what?"
Mobius laid a hand on his cheek, "For worrying about me, for caring about me."
Loki turned his head into Mobius' hand and kissed its palm, "Always, my love. Always."