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"Loki, I'm ready! I'll just need you to adjust my bow tie." said Mobius as he entered their bedroom.
Silence answered him and Mobius looked up at Loki's face, surprised to see him stunned.
He waved his hand in front of him and called, "Loki?"
Loki shook his head and said, "Wow, Mobius... you... you look so gorgeous. What a shock ! I was thinking that if you were to wear this on our wedding day, I don't know if I could make it to the wedding night."
There was a great silence and it was Mobius' turn to be speechless.
Loki cursed his big mouth once more as Mobius murmured, hesitantly, "I- was that a proposal?"
"I-"
Loki didn't know what to say, though he had thought about it a million times, imagining himself officially bound for life to the man he loved more than anything.
But he didn't want to presume about Mobius.
Loki knew that Mobius loved him, he kept telling him so, but did it go that far?
However, as he watched Mobius' expression and the gleam in his eyes, he thought he saw a spark of hope. But wasn't that what he himself wanted to see?
He must have taken too long to answer, because Mobius' expression gradually changed as he spoke again, "Forget it, it was just a joke, I understand."
Loki could have played it safe and not taken any risks, but since when was he the type to act like that?
And above all he hated Mobius's expression as he tried to hide his sadness behind a smile.
Loki grabbed his chin to look him in the eye, "I may have said it without thinking, but that doesn't mean it was a joke. Do you think I don't love you enough to want to bind myself to you for life or even more so for eternity? Because if that's the only doubt you have about my love, then forget it, because I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I know it's you who often tells me this, because you loved me even before you met me, but as for me, my life actually started with you, so believe me, when I tell you that I too have been in love with you for as long as I can remember."
A small tear rolled down Mobius' cheek and Loki wiped it away with his thumb before it reached his chin.
"So, Mobius, owner of my heart, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"
Mobius swallowed, kissed Loki lightly, and with a small smile on his lips, he replied, "No."
Loki, shocked, moved a little back and exclaimed, "What?"
Mobius pulled him back to him and whispered against his lips, "Ask me again tomorrow morning when you wake up and see me in my natural state, no hairspray in my hair, no tuxedo, no pageantry, just me and my tired face, my morning breath, my nascent beard."
Loki shook his head and chuckled, "Idiot, I already know what you look like in the morning, it isn't that tuxedo that has blinded me."
Mobius said to him softly, his expression a little more serious, "Please do this for me."
At Loki's pouty face, he moved closer and murmured against his ear, "I promise you, I will say yes."
Loki looked him in the eye again and nodded.
He would do it because he knew Mobius needed that reassurance. He leaned over and whispered, "Anything you want." before kissing the one he loved more than anything in the world.
And the next morning, after opening his eyes to Mobius in all his glory, disheveled, unshaven, tired features, he opened his mouth to ask his question, "Mobius-"
"Yes. Of course it's yes."
With a burst of laughter Loki rolled on top of Mobius and taking his head in his hands, he kissed him passionately, sealing their promise.
A few months later, exchanging rings, face to face in front of their friends, they smiled at each other with a knowing look, remembering that night and the next morning.
Mobius wore a tuxedo.
Loki really couldn't hold out until the wedding night.