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Just a week ago, Mobius would have said that Loki is finally blooming up in his new role. It’s been quite a while since his last hissy fit, he didn’t even roll his eyes anymore when Mobius put his cat bowl down with his dinner, and on Thursday, Loki had climbed into Casey’s lap and mewled and pawed at him nicely until the office worker rubbed him off during a phone conference. 

Casey. 

All without Mobius having to nudge and encourage him with a shove or the quiet threat to make him sleep in the crate again. 

Mobius had been so happy to see his boy go out and seek his pleasure all on his own. To celebrate, he might have shared a little bit of his cookies with Loki. Not much - kittens really shouldn’t be eating human food, he knew, but… Loki had such a sweet tooth, and he had behaved so well… Mobius was simply too good to him, he had thought, letting his kitten fall asleep on the couch with him, and only pushed the kitten off the furniture once he himself needed to go to bed. 

And while Loki had been his usual, sweet if mischievous (and yes, a little bratty) self when he brought Loki back to the office on Monday morning, things seemed a little off by Monday afternoon. 

Loki was just curled up on his little pillow in the middle of the office, face buried between his arms, showing Mobius his creamy white back. He might just be sleepy, Mobius reasoned, and left his kitten alone. Loki was pretty good at demanding what he needed anyways. 

But things didn’t get better. Loki was distant, quiet and little engaged. On Wednesday morning, Mobius even had to revert to their old foe the spider gag to get himself over the edge - Loki’s little kitten licks just weren’t half as enthusiastic as they needed to be. As they usually were. 

Something was wrong with his kitten, Mobius had to admit, and it took him a while longer to pinpoint what. 

Since Monday, he and his other analysts have been watching footage in the plenum. The Superior Loki was still dancing on their noses, and Mobius had procured them to take a step back. Back to character studies. In a different world, the sweet thing lying to their feet - and at one occasion, riding Mobius’ fingers so beautifully on his lap, grinding his milky hips as he chased his own pleasure - might have been a greater help than any of this footage. Talking to a Loki, being able to ask for the reasoning, pressing them a little to share their actual thought process was a lot more efficient than watching snippets of their lives and trying to pierce together what they may have thought or why they may have done something. 

And so, most of the week was spent looking at way too many Asgards. They were all different in subtle ways, and Mobius would lie to say that he wouldn’t have his own favourites by now. 

In some of these Asgards, Thor was a girl, taking so beautifully after her mother, Frigga, a god of fertility herself, that a teenage Loki needs to be scolded by their father to keep his mind pure. 

In another, Loki was the older one, there to help his little brother take his first steps - and lead his hands to dispose of his first enemy. 
There was one timeline that Mobius found particularly fascinating - Asgard destroyed by Laufey, the son of Odin raised as if he was Laufey’s own blood on the barren realm of Jotunheim, the boy’s skin turned blue and his stature made massive by ancient magic, mirroring the Jotun crown prince Loki’s own appearances so very closely. 

One Asgard in which Loki is pushed to become a warrior - while his big brother is kept nicely and safely inside the libraries, meant to become a good king through wisdom, diplomacy and the merciless daggers of his brother. 

And then there was that one timeline in which Loki was sent to Asgard as an orphan, but not taken in by the royal family but by the royal court. And yet, his and Thor’s paths still cross. While not brothers, still meaningful to each other, the young Crown Prince Thor taking a liking to the slim boy working in the kitchen. 

Wherever there was a Loki, there would also be a Thor, their destinies interlinked. In the timelines in which one falls before their paths cross, the other falls as well. 

That realisation may help them with the Superior Loki (Who knew, maybe catching that variant’s Thor and disposing of him would also dispose of the Loki…), but it didn’t quite help with why his Loki was sulking. 

Wasn’t he taken care of? Well fed? Played with? All the attention he could wish for! Not even Loki could be greedy enough to demand more than that! Watching all that footage in the centre of the office guaranteed there to be half a dozen of analysts in Loki’s immediate proximity at any given moment, his little pillow right below the whiteboard they used to project the footage on. 

Oh. 

Loki was there to sit while so many men watched and discussed so many happy childhood memories. Not Loki’s childhood memories per se, but the happy memories of a Loki. It didn’t matter that their bodies, their minds didn’t quite match up. It was still Asgard, it was still Frigga, it was still Thor - no matter the differences, the similarities were just as glaring. 

Hearing his mother coo, watching his brother laugh, seeing the grand halls of the royal ballroom again - it was cruel, wasn’t it? For Mobius to expose Loki to memories which he might have never had, but also would never get to have again - and then still expect him to be his usual, engaged self. 

No. Mobius had some apologising to do. It was his own fault that his sweet kitten was miserably home sick, and he’d put some effort to cheer his kitten up again. And he already had an idea…

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“Hey, kitten.”, Mobius hummed on Friday afternoon, crouching down to his tightly curled up boy, placing a warm hand onto Loki’s shoulder. They had just come back from lunch break - and it ached Mobius’ heart a little to see that Loki still hadn’t touched his kitten bowls with his wet food. Poor thing - so sulky that he didn’t want to eat, despite knowing that he’d only get the dry stuff at Mobius’ home this weekend. 

They had moved their footage viewing sessions into a meeting room, but that alone had not been enough to lift Loki’s spirits. Hopefully, this would though…
“I’ve got a surprise for you, kitten.”, Mobius murmured and gently pulled on Loki’s shoulder to make him turn around. 

Surprises were a fickle thing with Mobius, Loki had learned by now. He knew he should always be grateful, unless he wanted to draw Mobius’ scorn onto himself, but admittedly, Mobius’ surprises could just as often be terrible as they could be amazing. He’d sometimes announce a surprise to feed Loki something that didn’t look (or taste) like cat food - and sometimes, he’d announce a surprise to send Loki into the office with an ever so softly vibrating tail plug, making Loki hump into his pillow for hours, ignoring the chatter and laughter above him, before Loki would swallow down his pride and go plead for his sweet release to the next best office worker. 

Loki turned, rolling easily from one side to the other, so he could look at Mobius and whatever his surprise was. Loki was still wearing the cuffs on his ankles and thighs, Mobius still not quite trusting him to stay on his hands and knees all the time , but at least the chain connecting them was a bit longer now, allowing Loki a little bit more stretch, a little bit more comfort. And yet, it hardly bothered him anymore, his movements having adapted to be just as efficient as they had been without the cuffs. Back when Loki was still walking on two legs, that was. He didn’t try to think much about that - but especially this week, it had been difficult. 

Mobius smiled warmly down at Loki, before he nodded towards the door of the office, where two minutemen were holding a large man on a leash. 

Loki blinked. Not a man. The black hood he was wearing made it quite clear - that was a… puppy? Loki swallowed. As much of a puppy as Loki was a kitten. The black hood he was wearing was obstructing most of his face, only allowing Loki to see his lower lip and chin, as the hood created the illusion of a broad and long dog snout. He was black leather knee pads, but they looked slim and rather tight. More likely to protect him from carpet burn than to give him any real padding while kneeling. One of the minutemen had a leash clipped to his collar - another one to his harness. With a guy this large, Loki was not surprised that he needed two people to handle him. 

Loki was suddenly very glad that Mobius had decided to be able to handle him on his own. 

The puppy-guy seemed a lot more excited to see Loki than Loki was to see him. His hips were swinging, making his rubber tail wiggle in the air, and he seemed to be pulling towards him, despite choking on his own collar. Loki could hear him whimper. 

And Loki didn’t like it one bit. He sat up, quickly, hissing (because of his plug shifting, of course, not to show his disdain like a cat would, that would be ridiculous) into the room. Whatever Mobius was planning - this wasn’t going to be a good kind of surprise. 

“Hey, hey, kitten, Loki.”, Mobius chided and placed a hand onto the kitten’s shoulder to keep him in place, Loki’s eyes not leaving the pup for one second. Did the pup just start shaking his hips even faster, wag his tail even more enthusiastically, when he heard Loki’s name?

“Don’t you recognise your own brother?”, Mobius asked, soft and teasing. 

Loki blinked. His mouth opened - what?! - but he could swallow it back just in time. Maybe Mobius hadn’t even noticed his little almost-slip up. At least, he didn’t arch his eyebrows so disapprovingly like he always did. 

Mobius chuckled lightly, and waved the minutemen closer, the two of them clearly struggling to hold the pup back as it scrambled closer to Loki and Mobius. 

After a little bit of soft encouragement, Loki hesitantly shifted onto his hands and knees and stepped towards the pup. His brother? Well. Not quite. Loki sheepishly moved forward, trying to get a glance under the hood - and took a surprised step back to see those familiar, ice blue eyes look at him with such fond excitement. 

Loki couldn’t quite help himself but let himself squeak in the sudden realisation. Thor! 

Not his Thor, but a Thor. His Thor had always been big and strong - but this guy seemed like a real bull in comparison, shoulders broad, arms and legs massive. Loki wouldn’t be surprised if he was seven feet high if stood upright. Not that that was much of an option for either of them. But his eyes were the same, and his hair was nicely taken care of, blond and long, held in place by his hood. 

By the Norns, Loki wanted to touch him. Hug him. Tear that stupid hood off and press their faces together. There has probably never been a time where he had been more glad to see Thor. Any Thor. 

But Loki knew that he couldn’t. Mobius had just allowed him to dispose of the mittens - and Loki had quietly managed to make his left thumb twitch again, hours of trying in the middle of the night, when everyone else was sleeping and Loki not quite as closely monitored. He didn’t want to dispose of his progress so easily. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get the feelings in his fingers back if they were to lock his hands away again. 

Instead, Loki darted forward, and started nuzzling his nose against Thor’s ear and jaw and neck. Anything of his face that was actually exposed behind the hood, letting himself feel the scratchy stubble against his skin. It was good to see Thor. Even if it wasn’t his Thor. It didn’t matter. His skin was warm, his appearance familiar, and Thor seemed just as happy to see Loki as Loki was happy to see him. 

Thor turned his head, his tongue peaking out from beneath the hood to lick a stripe from Loki’s chin, over his mouth, right to his nose. Loki huffed - a happy huff, despite his brother’s saliva on his face. That was very Thor. At least for a Thor that was forced to behave like a puppy. 

“Alright. Looks like they are getting along fine enough.”, Mobius reassured the minutemen. One of them unclasped the leash on Thor’s collar, to allow the pup to finally breath normally despite pulling so harshly to get closer to Loki. The other still hesitated. “Sir?”

Mobius made a dismissive hand gesture. Certainly, where Loki was a sensitive little thing, Thor was a brute. But who was Mobius not to get along with a dog? From what he had heard from the guys in the Variant Integration Strategy Department, Thor was a good boy. If a little too eager, too excited. And sometimes, he just forgot how big he was. Endearing, wasn’t it? 

“Just pick him up after five. Those two can have a half-day for their little family reunion.”, he spoke, not unkindly, but quite final. He wasn’t going to argue with Minutemen about how they wanted to treat their pets. And a little playdate was really something Loki deserved, after being so eager last week. (And something Mobius needed to give, to stop feeling so guilty for being so careless with the footage.) 

The minuteman nodded, unclasping the leash from the harness while Loki and Thor were still busy trading nuzzles and licks. Loki was buzzing - Thor was staying here until the end of the working day? That was giving them easily four, four and a half hours to share together. After so much time apart, after so much time with anyone but Mobius and his office drones, Loki couldn’t wait to spend time with someone who actually had a chance of understanding him. Especially considering that they have both shared the same fate, becoming pretty little playthings for the TVA agents to entertain themselves with. Taken care of, maybe, but still little more than human ( godly!) toys. 

The moment Thor felt the leash give, though, he pushed forward, easily overpowering Loki by pushing him down with a muscled shoulder, holding him in place with his massive chest. Loki yelped, surprised - and Mobius was already half in motion to tear the massive pup off his favourite kitten, when Thor started to cover Loki’s face with more licks of his broad tongue. 

Loki stopped struggling, and only huffed a little, trying to turn his face away, just squirming under his older brother’s bare skin - and yet, Mobius stopped. “Aw, someone is really excited, mh?”, he hummed, once he realised that Thor was not hurting Loki. He stepped forward and placed a hand between Thor’s puppy ears, pushing a finger under the harness to scratch him lightly. “Be nice to Loki, Thor. He isn’t as big as you.”, he scolded softly, and Thor gave out a reluctant bark, to show that he understood, before raising himself lightly for Loki to squirm out from beneath his body.

He didn’t look all too happy, with his face covered in saliva and his hair tousled from being pushed onto the floor, but he also didn’t seem grumpier than he always did. 

Mobius could almost hear the Thor, you idiot that was so clearly radiating from his kitten. “Play nice now. Both of you. I have some work to do.”, he said, squeezing Thor’s shoulder and then moving to push back a strand of Loki’s hair. 

Loki could play nice. He wanted to. Maybe if they behaved themselves, Mobius would let him see Thor more often. It wasn’t that hard to behave yourself either, Loki reasoned. Don’t cause trouble, don’t break anything, don’t bother anyone who was too busy. Easy. 

And so, Loki moved to Thor, pushing his head against his sides, making him move, nudging him to his pillow. 

How sweet , Mobius thought, and sat down at his desk again. Even if he wanted to watch his kitten all day long, especially now where Loki was so carefully inviting Thor to share his space with him, he still had work to do. Variants didn’t prune themselves, after all. 

It was terribly unnerving to have Thor continue to shake his hips, Loki thought as he watched Thor continue to wag his tail in excitement as they stepped to his pillow - it did make Loki wonder though how much of that was conscious. Or if his brother hadn’t already been conditioned to show his excitement this way without having to even think about it. 

The idea made him a bit queasy. Would he too one day lose his humanity so much that he’d drop into more animalistic behaviour as if it was second nature to him? Would the hissing, and mewling, and meowing, and licking come as naturally to him as breathing did? 

It was a bit of a scramble to arrange both of them comfortably, and Loki rarely ever missed his voice so much as he did right now. There was so much to talk about! Even if this wasn’t his Thor, he wanted to hear his voice, wanted him to confirm that he was doing well. 

Like this, though, Loki had no other way than to confirm himself that Thor was doing okay by checking his large body himself. It should feel weird, he thought, being half draped on top of Thor, his slim chest pressed on Thor’s large one, almost completely in the nude, but it simply didn’t. Not even the gentle stirring in his cock that he always got when he was roughhousing too much, whenever his plug would rub a little too actively inside of him, bothered him, despite ending up straddled on Thor’s thigh. 

It bothered him far more how tiny he was compared to this Thor. Did they let him train? Was there a puppy gym somewhere in the TVA? All this muscle… 

Loki had always been a good bit more lithe than Thor was, but compared to this Thor? Even on his best day, he would look pathetic next to him. 

He was tempted to run his fingers over Thor’s skin, but he knew that despite Mobius working, he’d be watching. And he didn’t want to risk getting any help from the mittens again. 

So instead, he moved his nose, nuzzling his face against Thor’s body. 

It was almost uncanny. The body beneath him was so very clearly not his brother as it was. He was bigger and paler than Loki remembered him to, the TVA not being the sun kissed planes of their youth, but as he moved to explore, he found more and more that he recognised. The way his chest hair curled. Where Mobius made sure to keep Loki bare and smooth, Thor seemed to be allowed to keep his body hair. The way Thor’s heart beat, so much stronger than any of the hearts around them, truly able to keep a god alive.
All the little scars and nicks. 

Well. Not all of them. There were some that Loki didn’t recognise, evidence of wars and fights he had never been part of. Either because they hadn’t happened yet in his timeline, or would never happen. Some of them were very, very new as well, barely healed up, and Loki didn’t want to think about how Thor got them. Lashes and whips, probably, Loki thought as he gently kissed the red welts better. Thor may be a good pup now, but it seemed like he did need his occasional reminders just as much as Loki needed them.
The scars he did recognise though? That made Loki’s heart swell with nostalgia.
He found the one thin line on his chest that Sif had marred Thor’s body with - on the very first day they trained with sharp weapons.
Loki found another soft nick, a little hollow, no bigger than the tip of Loki’s nose, where a piece of Thor’s flesh had been bitten off by an Orloni - right after Thor had teased it for not being able to do anything to a god like him.
There was one scar that Loki was especially fond of; On his left side, between his third and fourth rib, a scar was set, a little puffed up with scar tissue. Loki had stabbed him there — for the first time, that was — when they were mere children. 

Loki had been scolded well, and Thor had promised not to seek out any healers in a try to make his baby brother stop crying. It was probably the reason why it was still so red and raised, so many years later. 

Loki stopped rubbing his nose over Thor, and instead kissed the little scar his childhood dagger had left. It made him feel good to know that even this Thor’s Loki had been a mischievous little brat. Carefully, Loki peppered kisses on top of it.

Did he feel sorry for what he had done?

No.

Would he stab Thor again? 

Yes.

…even if he knew that they were going to spend the rest of their lives as nothing but pets? 

Maybe he would have tried harder this very first time around. 

Thor seemed to enjoy the attention. If he too was reminded of home? He panted softly to show his comfort, but knew better than to wrap his paws around Loki. He just allowed Loki to explore - and Loki only stopped placing little kitten kisses over the little mark on Thor’s ribs once he felt something stir right at his thigh. 

Ah. 

He wouldn’t blame his brother for a physical reaction he himself hadn’t quite mastered. The constant pressure, the constant friction, all the attention and all those plentiful orgasms… It was so easy to become conditioned. Loki wouldn’t blame his brother’s physical reactions, knowing that a body could hardly distinguish between brotherly affections and the demanding touches of an office worker. 

Still. Loki shifted. Just because he didn’t want to blame Thor, didn’t mean he wanted to encourage him. He dragged himself up a little, shifting so his thigh was no longer grazing against Thor’s genitals, and moved his attention somewhere else. 

He was trying to take another glance at Thor’s face, so much obscured through the thick leather hood. It reminded him a bit of… of a Great Dane , he realised, and sneered a little. That couldn’t be a coincidence. Was this the TVA’s attempt at being cute? They weren’t even Danish! They were Asgardian! No matter their connection to Midgard’s Scandinavia…

(And if they would have insisted on moulding Thor into a dog breed referencing the Midgardian legends and history, they could have at least picked a Norwegian breed!)

With Loki’s face close, Thor once more extended his tongue to lick Loki’s cheek. With his hood, he couldn’t get close enough to Loki’s skin to kiss him, to even brush his lips against Loki’s skin - the leather nose of his little accessory just wouldn’t give way, keeping his mouth almost useless for anything else but licking and barking. 

For a short moment, Loki wondered how the office workers would use Thor’s mouth then to service them - but immediately felt ashamed to even think about such a thing involving his own brother. 

Loki decided to show mercy and snuck his head as far under the hood as he could, barely able to brush his nose against Thor’s cheek before being stopped by the hood just as well. How cruel , Loki thought. With a hood like that Thor was practically kept from kissing anyone. And Loki did enjoy the sparse little pecks that Mobius would press onto his filthy mouth from time to time when Loki behaved himself incredibly well. 

Loki felt bad - out of empathy for his brother to be robbed of one of the very few ways anyone could show them gentle affection, of course, not because he had just tried to press exactly such a peck onto Thor’s lips. 

Thor hummed lightly, craning his neck to let Loki’s lips meet his skin, but the attempt was futile. Slowly, Loki moved on, deciding there was no reason to dwell on what was unreachable. He moved a little lower, exploring skin and nosing his face further south, until he found a scar that he certainly did not recognise. 

It seemed old, and despite that, not fully healed. As if his nape was forced into a state of constantly staying bruised. It was egg shaped, roughly the size of one too, and Loki could see harder little edges that had pierced into Thor’s skin right there. As if someone had tried to rip out a piece of Thor’s muscle. 

Was that something the TVA had done to him? Forcing something into someone’s neck seemed like an incredibly cruel way of hurting someone. Especially someone like Thor and Loki - who did not have much of a way to defend themselves. Loki suddenly felt very glad to be staying with Mobius - he had certainly not hurt him in a way that was permanent. 

In a try to make Thor feel better, Loki once more started to pepper the scar with kisses. Almost instantly, Thor let out a happy little hum, and lolled his head to the side, exposing his neck, quietly asking Loki to continue. Loki couldn’t quite help but grin smugly. He always liked it when other people turned into putty under his capable hands. Or lips in this case.

And if Thor was really this happy about having his neck lathered in attention? Loki could do his part to deliver, continuing to kiss and rub the little spot, only making Thor hum and pant some more in satisfaction.
He realised that if he opened his mouth really wide, he could cover the mark wholly with his mouth. It was almost as if his lips and teeth were made to engulf the spot, he thought, a bit confused, but simply chalking it up to coincidence. It didn’t really matter, after all. Thor was hurt, and he was feeling better with Loki lathering him with attention. 

Was he starting to sweat, though? There was a slight, salty tang in the air now. It didn’t smell particularly pleasant or repulsive - but it certainly smelt like Thor. Loki didn’t quite understand, but Thor was so eagerly pushing into Loki, his skin turning a pretty shade of peach under Loki’s lips, spreading over his bare chest and neck and pooling at his ear tips and cheeks. Loki saw no reason to stop humouring his brother. 

Just that… Thor moved. There was only so much teasing he would take on his bonding mark before he would demand what he was owed from his bond mate.

Well. On some level he knew that this Loki wasn’t his bond mate. Too tall, too lanky, too narrow hips. Too weak of a scent. 

On another level though… He didn’t care. They had been separated for so long, and this was Loki, and he had missed him so much. And clearly, Loki wanted him too, arousing him so thoroughly by toying with his mark, spraying pheromones through all of the room. 

And so, Thor shifted, deciding that this was enough foreplay and it was time for him to claim his prize. 

This was a play date after all. And all TVA pets only knew one way to play. 

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Mobius looked up when he heard his kitten protest. For a second, he was concerned - but felt very silly about feeling that way after taking a quick glance at the scene unfolding. Thor had pushed Loki off of his giant chest, ready to switch positions to start exploring Loki’s body.
Of course Loki was protesting. He liked being in charge a little bit too much. They would get that controlling streak out of him eventually as well. For now, he believed that Thor was doing a good enough job to show the kitten that dogs simply were superior by strength alone. 

Loki could mewl a little as Thor pushed him off of himself and draped his own big body on top of Loki, Mobius didn’t mind as long as he didn’t digress to using words again. Thor was being gentle, resting his weight on his forearms and knees as he moved to sniff and lick all over Loki’s body, caging Loki below himself who was pawing uselessly against Thor’s broad chest. Where Loki had been slow and calculating, Thor was everything but. He was eager, so very eager to push his tongue everywhere, rubbing his leather snoot against Loki’s pale body in the process. As if he was actually trying to cover Loki in his saliva… 

Those guys at the Variant Integration Strategy Department had done a truly incredible job at training that pup. Thor was being incredibly eager to act like a dog would. Maybe Mobius should have a coffee with some of them. See if they had tricks to share. Loki behaved as he should, for the most part, by now, but there was still that suppressed roll of his eyes and that theatralic sighing if Mobius insisted on something Loki was less than eager to do. 

Or maybe that was just the difference between a cat and a dog, Mobius thought with a low sigh, and tried to turn back to his work. 

Loki, on the other hand, was still struggling beneath Thor. Not only had he little interest in being covered in slobber, Thor’s beard stubble was tickling his skin, and Loki never appreciated being caged in anywhere. Certainly not between the limbs of a figurative beefcake. 

Things took a real turn for the worse though as Thor’s massive snout moved further and further south. Loki’s little huffy mewls of protests grew a little louder, a little more panicked, a lot less pleased as Thor seemed to see no reason not to continue with his sloppy licks right between Loki’s legs, pushing his pink muscle keenly against Loki’s cock. He even grunted and hummed as if he was tasting something incredibly delicious! Loki was terribly scandalised , mewling louder in protest as his paws moved to push Thor off. Not that Thor cared.

“Loki.”, Mobius said sternly, hardly glancing up from his paperwork. For a mere second, Loki believed himself to be saved. That Mobius would step in and tell his brute idiot of a brother off for trying to rub off Loki.
Instead, Mobius didn’t seem to mind that part at all. What was bothering him was not Thor, but Loki himself. “Shush now, kitten. We are trying to work.”

Loki blinked. He was the one getting in trouble here? For a moment, he was too perplexed to continue squirming - staying still just long enough for Thor to bury his snout a little deeper, his tongue lapping against Loki’s perineum, barely able to brush against the very edge of Loki’s filled hole.
Loki keened. He was still so very sensitive down there, his body still not quite used to being filled and spread open all the time, and Thor’s eager, feathery touches were so – “Loki.”, Mobius scolded for a second time, and Loki let his arm fly up, taking his wrist into his mouth to stop himself from mewling any louder. He knew better than to let Mobius scold him for a third time, even if that meant digging his teeth into his wrist right now to muffle his mewling. 

Thor seemed to be satisfied for just a moment, before he grew a little agitated. Something was bothering him, Loki could tell, but it wasn’t as if Loki really understood what could bother him. Maybe it was the hood that kept him from properly reaching Loki’s hole. Maybe it was a dislike for Loki’s long, fluffy tail. Loki found it distasteful, too — not that he would have preferred the hard rubber one Thor was wearing, though.  

Maybe it was the lack of fluid, the complete lack of slick and Loki’s almost offensive dryness that was messing with his very base instincts, his needs. 

Loki, though, decided that he couldn’t quite take Thor’s more and more frantic licking, his constant need to bury himself more between Loki’s legs. No, enough was enough. This may feel good, but it was very, very wrong, and Loki might feel his cock being hard and hot, lying helplessly on his belly, but he wasn’t gonna let Thor just lick him off. He lowered his hands, and while he knew better than to use his fingers for anything, he pushed them against Thor - just enough to have him raise his head a little to check what was going on, looking like the dumb, confused horndog that he was. 

This was Loki’s chance - and he squirmed onto his belly, trying to pull himself away on his elbows, before pushing onto his hands and knees to get some distance between them. 

To Thor though? To Thor, his lovely little brother was finally presenting himself, implying that he was ready, having been prepared enough by Thor’s tongue. Enough foreplay. Time for business.

Thor looked almost enamoured with the beautiful curve of Loki’s arse, and yipped excitedly before practically jumping onto Loki’s back. 

The happy yip was enough to pull Mobius’ attention back to the pets in the middle of the room. Huh. Who would have thought that Loki was already enough of a slut to offer himself so eagerly to his brother? Mobius couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit proud of that. He was doing a great job, if Loki needed nothing but a little bit of cuddling and licking to present his arse to Thor so willingly. 

Even if Loki was struggling under the massive weight of the pup now - Mobius had known he would be such a wonderfully eager little sex kitten. He just hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly. 

Loki, on the other hand? Completely shocked. What was Thor thinking he was doing there?! Loki hissed, squirming and pushing, trying to get Thor off of him. Thor, though, was not interested in these kinds of games. Instead, he placed his paws onto LokI’s nape and stemmed his body weight onto his little brother, easily forcing Loki’s elbows to buck beneath their shared weight and fall onto his shoulders with an undignified little oomph . 

Like this, Loki’s arse was nice and high in the air, Thor’s paws holding him in place, forcing his face into his pillow while Thor’s knees pushed Loki’s thighs forward, not allowing him to lower his arse either. Loki’s sounds of protest had been knocked out of his body by the force of his chest hitting the floor it seemed, and Thor wouldn’t complain. Instead, he started to drape himself tighter and closer over Loki, trying to align his hips where they needed to go. 

It was as if Loki was risen alive again as he felt something big, hot and blunt drag clumsily through his arse crack. Loki had gotten an involuntary glance at Thor’s tool before, when it was still soft. Even then, it had been fitting Thor’s stature. Large. Thick. So much bigger than Loki’s (who never assumed himself to be small, thank you very much). Right now though? Hard, and rubbing, and clearly trying to find Loki’s hole? It felt bigger and heavier than even the massive plug that Mobius still insisted on having Loki wear, forcing his walls to be always open and prepared. 

He started mewling again, trying to draw Mobius' attention again. He wouldn’t let Thor do this , would he? Even now, even when Thor was only slapping their hips together, mercilessly humping against Loki’s soft buttocks like a fucking dog , Loki’s face was pushed and pulled against the soft polyester of his pillow — that would lead to some carpet burn, and Mobius wouldn’t want that , would he? 

Mobius did look up after a moment, needing to swallow a bit. He wasn’t the only one looking, but the rest of his team had long understood that Mobius was the one to call the shots. Especially when Loki was still officially in training. 

Thor looked so happy, panting and rolling his hips. Mobius couldn’t see much of Loki’s face, but how bad could he feel? Judging by his half hard cock alone? Not all too bad, Mobius hummed lightly. Loki could be such a drama queen, protesting and complaining when he was clearly drawing his own pleasure from it too. 

He knew why Loki was protesting. His mind was still not allowing itself to follow his bodily pleasures. He was thinking too much, way too much up in his head, instead of just enjoying the attentions of a nice, attentive hunk as Thor was. 

Now, though, it seemed like Loki’s fluffy tail was keeping Thor from fulfilling his full potential. Fine , Mobius thought. Would he help the pup out a little. Maybe a good buggering would help Loki to let go of his little aloof image of himself. He was a kitten now. No need to pretend that he had any dignity - or that the pup trying to fuck him senseless was in some complicated, inter-dimensional, adopted way related to him. 

“Casey? Be so good and help out our little kitten there.”, Mobius said, not unkindly. Casey had been stealing glances from those two lovebirds instead of working anyways. Might as well make himself useful, even if this help didn’t include filing away documents. 

Loki sighed out in relief. Thank you, thank you, thank you , his mind provided, even if he knew better than to voice his gratitude out loud like this. He’d make sure to spend all weekend placing kitten licks over Mobius’ hands, chest and cock, Loki had already decided, allowing himself to relax a little as he heard steps approaching. 

“Down you go, pup.”, Casey chided, pushing against Thor’s shoulder to remove him from Loki. Thor looked less than pleased, his hips continuing to roll against Loki, his cock still trying to find a way into the soft heat Loki’s arse promised. He raised his head, looking at Casey, as if to check if he was truly serious but as Casey tutted at him, he did finally move. 

With a huff, he pulled himself off, his cock already weeping clear liquid, and his hips continued to hump the air. He was painfully hard - and Casey gave him a low whistle. “My, my, you are a big boy, huh?”, he said and petted Thor’s head to praise the pup for listening. “Good boy.”

Loki was seeing his chance. With Casey having pulled Thor off of him, he could finally escape his humiliating position and — 

Before he was able to do anything more than to collect his weight onto his elbows to push himself up again, though, it was this time Casey’s hand that pushed him down again. Loki let out a pathetic little sob - his guts clenching in realisation that Casey wasn’t here to help him out like that .
“Patience, kitty. We’ll just get you ready real quick…”, the young man murmured, his other hand moving to Loki’s tail, gently pulling at its stem. Slowly, Loki’s body gave way to the heavy plug - and Loki could hear his brother’s excited little whine, and the soft tap-tap-tap of his paws scratching over the floor in a swell of excitement as he himself keened at his body opening up to release the toy buried deeply inside of him. 

“There you go, pup.”, Casey hummed, sounding so very cheery. Loki desired to stab him so very much in the moment. Once he got out of this terribly humiliating position, he’d ensure that Casey would regret the very day— 

Loki could hardly think. The very moment Casey allowed Thor to step closer again, his brother was already trying to force his hooded face into Loki’s gaping hole. His tongue was lapping at Loki’s skin again, catching against the rim of his already opened and loosened up entrance.

Mobius had lubed him up well. He always did in the mornings, it simply being part of Loki’s morning preparations. Clean his plug, stretch him open, maybe allow him some pleasure if he was behaving, maybe take his own pleasure if the time allowed, and squirt half a bottle of lube so it would last all day inside of him, before pushing the plug back in again. Mobius didn’t want Loki to suffer any chafing, and there were sometimes days where Loki didn’t get to take out the plug until late in the evening, so using loads of lube was simply a necessity. Not that anyone ever complained about the easy glide of Loki’s tight arse. 

And clearly, Thor was also not going to be one of those who would complain. Seeing the slick gush out of Loki when Casey removed the tail, a trail of clear liquid connecting the thick plug and Loki’s arse for a moment longer… Thor didn’t even care that it was artificial slick. Hell. He didn’t even notice , the mere visual of his mate being spread open and gushing with slick was more than enough to drive Thor into a real frenzy. 

Without hesitation, he was climbing back up on Loki, so very eager to slap their hips together again. He was humping Loki’s thigh as he found his place on top of Loki once more. One paw placed on his shoulder, another angled under his hips, allowing part of the weight of Loki’s arse to rest on his own forearm. Anything to keep Loki in place, anything to keep him from wiggling away, to keep him raising his lovely arse so beautifully for Thor. 

His cock dragged up, and he tried to find their familiar angle. Even as he felt like he did, though, his cock didn’t enter Loki. Instead, his head was pushing against the soft skin between Loki’s balls and his hole. Thor grunted a little, his cock slipping and pushing, spreading his own precum and the lube that Loki’s hole was drooling all over the kitten’s lovely arse. Still, he seemed insistent on the angle, as if trying to push right through Loki’s perineum. 

Loki knew what was coming. Even if Thor was clumsy now, even if his massive cock kept pushing and pulling against warm skin instead of inside of him, he knew that it was only a matter of time until Thor got the angle right. And that was - it made him sick. Not only to be defiled by another pet , not only to be dicked down in the middle of the office with more than one interested pair of eyes on him, not only to be once more fucked against his will, and this time with a cock larger than anything else Loki has ever taken? And - to put the cherry on top of his misery - all that by his own brother ? 

Loki was glad for the fact that his face was already buried in the pillow. For someone to have brought him so much happiness by just being seen by Loki to also bring him so much humiliation… He sniffled, not caring too much about the tears springing free from his eyes. Soon, they would mix with way too many other bodily fluids on Loki’s pillow. At least it was Friday, he thought. At least they would get to go home, soon, and by Monday, someone would have cleaned Loki’s messy bed. He wouldn’t be expected to sit in his own and his brother’s mess all week long. 

Casey was still crouching next to Loki and Thor, watching Thor’s massive erection with a morbid sense of curiosity. Casey didn’t think he had seen anyone ever this big… As he heard Loki’s sniffling, though, he tore his eyes away from Thor’s hips stuttering, the pup’s flared head still not quite able to find its goal. 

“There, there, kitten. Don’t be upset. Casey is here to help.”, Casey hummed, sounding genuinely supportive as he grabbed Thor’s dick - and gently moved it a little higher, letting him finally catch on Loki’s already opened hole. Why Thor seemed so insistent on looking for a hole lower than that was a mystery to Casey, but it also didn’t matter much. 

The very moment Thor felt the familiar heat engulfing the tip of his dick, he drove his cock home. The pup gasped, low and deep, a satisfied little moan escaping his lips – as Loki squealed loudly, hissing in the pain of suddenly being forced open. So very tight. Instinctively, Loki tried to scramble away from the source of pain once more, but he was still very much kept in place by the mountain of muscle on top of him, even if his hands struggled for purchase over his pillow. 

Not only was Thor long, he was thick as well, girthier and more continuous than anything else that Loki has ever taken – and he drove himself in and out immediately, not bothering at all to give Loki any chance to adjust to the massive heat that pulled and pushed inside of him. 

Loki sobbed again, tears falling down his furiously blushing cheeks. The sounds that escaped him though? 

Soft little ah s. Despite the humiliation, despite the clear pain of being stretched further than Loki’s walls could comfortably take? Despite all of that, he was still enjoying every single rub over his prostate. The constant teasing of his plug, the continuous attention, the multiple orgasms each day… They all did their job in conditioning Loki to accept any and all sexual attention so very willingly. Even Mobius' soft praising voice had dug itself deeply into Loki’s mind by now. 

You are so beautiful like this kitten. 

Taking cock so very well by now. 

You like it, don’t you, kitty? Like being filled to the brim? 

Such a good boy. So very eager to take what he is given. 

Spread those lovely thighs for me, Loki. You can take it deeper than that, mh? Make me proud. 

Come here, kitten. Don’t be silly. You wouldn’t be happy without that tail by now, would you? You know you like it. 

Thor was pistoning in and out of Loki like a wild animal. He let his hips snap, never pulling all the way out as he continued to force and to push himself deeper and deeper into the kitten in front of him.
Casey seemed quite a bit impressed, but finally shook his head and stood up to return back to his desk. He had work to do. And the pets seemed to be dealing fine on their own now. 

Every thrust of Thor’s hips was accentuated by a little ah from Loki. His voice was muffled through the pillow, but still very audible. Loki had stopped struggling, and just tried to relax, trying to soften the burn and the pull of the cock spreading him wide open. Him shifting his knees a little wider apart to loosen up some more seemed to please Thor - who managed to drive himself just a little deeper now, in his constant snapping and pushing 

Like clockwork, every push made Loki moan. As if Thor was pushing the air in and out of Loki’s body every time he forced his cock in- and outside again. It were soft, sobbing moans, wet from tears and need, but moans nonetheless, only spurring Thor on further. 

The little symphony was causing enough of a ruckus for the office workers to raise their heads periodically, curiously glancing at the pair on the floor. Clearly, Thor was having the time of his life, pistoning his hips as he fucked Loki thoroughly. The one or other desk jockey was getting similar ideas - though once Thor would be done with Loki, his hole would be so very messy and loose… And nobody really wanted to interact with the spunk of a pup. Monday then , seemed to be the overall conclusion, as one TVA employee after the other opened up their little calendars to pencil in a nice half-an-hour break right on Monday to have some time to play with their kitten. 

Thor’s arms stayed where they were, making sure to keep Loki’s chest down and his arse up, but by now he doubted the kitten could go anywhere. Even if it wanted to, it was held in place by Thor’s cock alone. Still. It was better to show a kitten its place, then to let it think that Thor would take any silly games right now. Not after having been separated for so long.

It didn’t even seem to be a very conscious thought - Thor seemed to be running on instincts alone, grunting and forcing their hips together like an animal in heat. 

“God, that pup has stamina.”, somebody pointed out after a while. Loki’s pained little cries and moans had died down to a whimper, his paws having stopped trying to pull away, realising how futile it was.   

That was true, Mobius thought. Thor was still drilling into Loki a good ten minutes in, as if he had just started, not showing any sign of exhaustion. Those massive thighs were good for something, then. “A real horndog.”, he quipped, a little amused, maybe. 

While Mobius made sure to keep Loki in a constant state of neediness to be able to push him over the edge at any given time, maybe the guys from the Variant Integration Strategy Department wrung Thor out often enough to make it almost impossible for him to come without the right stimulation. Maybe Thor was expected to service his office with more than just his mouth and hole — judging by how small that tail plug of his looked, he might not even be asked to use his hole at all — but also to service his caretakers with his cock. 

Mobius found the idea a little distasteful. Certainly not something he was interested in for Loki. He wouldn’t let himself be fucked by a cat after all. 

The wet squelching of hot skin dragging through tight heat was still audible as two of his junior analysts stood up to get themselves a cup of coffee. Not rarely, they would simply step over Loki, lolling around on his pillow, looking pretty. With Thor’s sheer size, and his constant movements though, that was hardly an option, and they awkwardly had to step around the two pets on the floor. 

“He seems so determined.”, one of them hummed, their eyes fixed on the pets on the floor. They didn’t even seem to be aroused - merely curious to watch that… interspecies mating take place. “Yeah.”, the other one hummed, not even sounding all too impressed, just a little interested as he put his mug into the coffee machine. “As if he was trying to fuck a cat-dog bastard up our kitten’s hole.”

Mobius couldn’t quite help but chuckle at the mere idea. If Thor was trying to impregnate Loki, he’d have a rough time. But a little Loki pup might actually be quite sweet… 

Once more, Loki’s little whimpers were growing louder. Maybe he was growing a little raw from being fucked so thoroughly. Mobius would spend the evening applying soothing cream, he supposed. Maybe if Loki behaved himself, he’d even let him wear a smaller plug overnight, just to give his wrecked muscles a little bit more of a rest. 

For once, he didn’t draw his eyes away, though. Sure, he had work to do, but… something wasn’t quite fitting together correctly. Mobius was an analyst, after all, the best one in his team at that, if not the whole department. He was observant. And now, that he was watching Thor, still hammer into Loki, even though it’s almost been twenty minutes, pushing himself in deeper and deeper, untiringly like a machine, Mobius couldn’t help but believe that something was a little off. 

What was it that he was missing…? 

He could see Thor’s impressive size, both his body height, his muscle mass, his manhood. He saw those powerful thrusts. The… bite mark on his neck.  His eyes were fixed on the silly puppy hood for a while longer. Loki wore his cat ears as well, they were good little signs and indicators for both the pet and the office workers that the kitten was beneath them. But why obscure Thor’s beautiful face? Why render his mouth almost useless, thick leather in the way for him to reach anything with his lips, hardly able to touch another’s skin by sticking out his tongue without also pushing in the nose of his hood. Did Thor still need such a strong reminder of what he was? He seemed so well behaved, so eager to not only act like a pup, but to be a pup, Mobius couldn’t believe it. 

And then… The little quips of his workers. The stamina was impressive. And he did almost seem like he was fucking Loki raw with a specific goal in mind. 

And now, Loki’s little whimpers were still growing louder. He once more seemed in pain, even though certainly by now, his body must have stretched sufficiently to take Thor inside of him. 

Something was wrong. 

“Hey, Casey.”, he said after a while, eyebrows still knitted together as he thought about Thor. “Do a quick search for me, alright? Get me the document for this Thor’s timeline. And his Nexus Event.”

“On it, Sir.”, Casey hummed, turning to his computer, fast fingers working over the keyboard, while Loki’s moany cries were approaching a crescendo in the background, clearly breaching the line from pleasure and pain to simply… pain. 

Not two minutes later, Casey placed a file onto Mobius’ desk. He tore his eyes off of the pets to study the file, missing Loki trying to scramble away again, Mobius’ eyes set on the paper instead of his kitten losing another fight to push Thor off.

Thor Odinson - male, 6.8 feet, 340 pounds, α

Timeline: AO2140

Nexus event: 

Mating, bounding and taming Loki Odinson AO2140 before L.O.-AO2140 discovered his true heritage, extinguishing any rationale of L.O.-AO2140’s uprising as necessarily dictated by the Sacred Timeline.        

A quick glance was all that Mobius needed, even if a lot of the document was obscured by the large red stamp that denounced his puppy status. “Son of a…”, Mobius huffed, pushing up to stand from his desk as a pitiful cry made him freeze in his place. 

“Mobius!” 

Loki’s mewls had cascaded into an actual cry for help. Mobius’ heart squeezed in pity - and maybe guilt. He couldn’t even be upset at Loki to fall back on using his words. Not when - Mobius assumed - there was an inflating knot being drilled into his body. 

They had given him a goddamn Alpha pup. Maybe Mobius should have been able to tell immediately. But - Thor was usually a large, muscular chunk of a guy. That’s what being a god made out of you. He hadn’t seemed out of the norm at all. He had been just too excited to provide his Loki a Thor to play with, to make amends for making Loki homesick, that he hadn’t even considered that Thor could hurt him. 

Certainly, Thor also wasn’t intending to hurt Loki. Thor’s Loki was his bondmate. One that he had mated. That Loki had been forced to submit to him before he could start any silly wars against Jotunheim or infiltrate Earth. And once he was subdued like that, he simply couldn’t fulfil his Sacred Potential, couldn’t rise and encourage others to come together against him. 

And just like that, the timeline needed to be reset, and Thor was tried against his crimes against the Sacred Timeline. His crimes of loving his baby brother a little bit too much a little bit too early. How unfortunate. 

And so, Mobius jumped into action. 

If he was lucky, and Thor’s knot hadn’t wedged itself into Loki’s tight passage, yet, maybe Mobius could just pull Thor off. 

The moment Mobius placed his hand onto Thor’s shoulder, though, the pup straightened a bit, raising his head and pushing Loki further into the pillow on the ground as he rose onto his hands, putting more pressure onto Loki’s nape. Not only did Loki wail at the sudden increase of pressure, suddenly carrying so much more weight on his shoulders. At the same time, Thor growled. 

It was not a playful growl. Not even a defensive one. The pure aggression made Mobius step back a little instinctively. Thor was naturally dominant. And he wasn’t going to let anyone take his bitch away. Not when - and Mobius could see that, could see the growing bulb being forced in and out of his sweet kitten’s little hole - he was so close to knotting him just as well. 

Mobius wasn’t sure if he should regret or be glad about sending the minutemen away. With a clear act of aggression towards a TVA agent, the offending variant would have been pruned immediately. And, considering how tightly Thor and Loki were linked together, his kitten would only be an accidental twist of a wrist away from being erased from existence as well. That would be quite unfortunate. 

Without the help of the minutemen, though, Mobius knew that there was no way for him to pull Thor off. The pup hardly even seemed phazed, continuing to rut deeply inside of Loki. His office workers were great, but even all together they would only ask for trouble if they tried to wrestle Thor off. Worse, Loki would definitely get hurt. A guy as massive as Thor would easily be able to snap Loki’s neck, just by resting all his weight onto it. 

And so, it was maybe better not too agitate him any further. 

“Hey, it’s all right, pup, it’s all right.”, Mobius replied and raised his hands in defeat while he stepped around the two of them. He circled them, always making sure to face Thor, keeping his hands up in the air so Thor could keep his eyes fixed on them. He didn’t want to spook Thor into acting rashly. It was a sensitive situation, and Mobius needed to avoid provoking the Alpha needlessly. Maybe getting a stun gun wouldn’t be the worst idea, but Thor was a sweet boy (anytime but now), and Mobius wouldn’t want him to get pruned. 

Stepping around though, Mobius realised that he was already too late. The base of Thor’s cock was already starting to flare, and the Alpha was trying his best to force it inside the tight channel - even if this Loki was not made to take a knot this large, the Alpha simply would make him take it. 

“Ah, shucks…”, Mobius sighed, a little defeated, and stepped back in front of Loki. He raised his hands, showing Thor that he had nothing to fear, before settling down in front of Loki. His legs crossed, he getnly pulled his kitten’s face onto his lap. Loki was tense and clearly in pain, judging by the tears in his eyes - but there was nothing they could do about it now. “Poor kitten.”, Mobius murmured, gently patting the boy’s face. “We’ll just need to wait this out now, mh? Let your brother have a little bit of fun, and things are going to be over soon. Just relax, sweet prince.”, he encouraged softly - all the while, the snapping and pushing of Thor’s hips pushed Loki’s face back and forth over Mobius’ lap, occasionally even smushing him against his stomach. 

Loki was mewling pitifully the entire time - but Mobius could tell the very moment Thor managed to force his inflating knot inside of the boy. The poor kitten screamed, and not even Mobius soft whispered encouragement helped him calm down for a good while. “Just relax. Relax. The worst thing is over.”, he promised - feeling maybe a little bad. Then again… A good knot would humble even the most cheeky beast. And that was maybe something Loki could make good use of, a little humbling. 

Well. And Mobius was at least partially right. Now that the knot was inside, the biggest pain was over. Now, it would only swell and swell, until it was just a tad smaller than a honey melon, smushed tightly against the boy’s prostate. 

Loki was clawing uselessly against the ground, as if he could just crawl away from his destiny, but the inflating knot held him in place - even if it wasn’t for Thor’s massive weight draped all over him. 

Looking at Loki though… Oh, he was growing to like this, Mobius was sure. His gaze was not even able to focus on anything anymore, his eyes lolling back into the back of his head, while Thor’s thrusts turned small and slow, allowing his knot to settle where it belonged. Deep inside of his baby brother’s tight little hole. So much tighter than he even remembered it to be… 

Truly, it was no surprise that Thor spilled soon after with a loud groan. Mobius shifted a little, taking a look at his kitten’s crotch. Not only was he able to see Thor’s knot bulge out his pet’s flat stomach, now that he was spurting thick streaks of hot cum inside of him, he could even see the kitten’s tummy filling out. All the while, Loki was nothing but a messy, crying little thing, his thighs and arms trembling - and his cock twitching. 

“Oh, I know it is a lot.”, Mobius reassured, giving Thor a soft smile - the pup was hardly able to hold himself up, but he was doing his best, knowing that he’d squish his brother just a bit too much if he let himself fall for the duration of his milking. Loki would just need to stand still for the next twenty, thirty minutes, until Thor’s huge balls would be empty and they could curl up together and wait for the knot to deflate. Mobius’ hand snaked between Loki’s limbs - and gently wrapped himself around the boy’s cute prick. 

There was a small voice of protest in the mixture of wails and mewls, but Mobius knew better than to listen to Loki’s sniffling, not when his cock was reacting so nicely to him already. “Shush, shush. You’re doing so well.”, he told the kitten, before gently stroking his hot little prick to full size. The massive pressure on his prostate likely helped - and Mobius wouldn’t be surprised if his little slut liked being pumped full of seed either. “Your needy little hole knows how to take a nice cock, mh? Even a nice and big one.” And big it certainly was, thicker than Mobius’ wrist - or any of the kitten’s plugs.

Only Thor would be disappointed once he’d manage to remove himself and realise that he hadn’t knocked his baby brother up. They might just have to be careful, or Thor would try a second coupling right after. 

For now, though, Mobius was busy enough handing out a little bit of pleasure - forcing Loki to enjoy himself, no matter what he was whining about. 

It didn’t even take long until Loki came - his orgasm relaxing him just a bit more, allowing Thor to slip just a bit deeper, making the pup groan. Certainly, with a real Omega, Thor would have long pushed himself into his mate’s cervix and guaranteed pupping up the other. Like this, though, it was almost wasteful of him to pump cup after cup of cum inside a hole that would never bear him any children. Too bad. 

With a cock and knot and the sheer amount of cum being this impressive… Well. Loki at least looked a little pregnant already. How sweet, Mobius thought. 

“There, well done.”, Mobius praised, and helped Loki’s limp body lay down a little bit more comfortably, smearing the splatters of milky seed Loki had left on his hand in the black mane of his kitten in the process. He almost didn’t even notice that Loki had passed out. From pleassure, certainly. Loki was used to deal with pain, after all, and a good knotting was making him just nice and submissive, as Mobius had thought. “Won't be more than another hour.”, Mobius promised, and moved to support Thor in adjusting as well, so the two office pets could lay down. They were tightly connected, but Thor did his best to pull Loki even closer, clearly proud at how well he had given it to Loki. “Aren’t you a good boy? Fucked your kitten right out of it, mh?”, Mobius praised, ruffling Thor’s hair - who yipped happily at the praise, and moved to pepper Loki’s back and nape with kisses. Well. As well as he could with his muzzle on, at least. At least that thing kept him from trying to bond Loki - and consequently, rip a piece out of his nape with his canine teeth. 

Right. Back to work. He’ll just need to make sure that he’ll be paying enough attention to keep Thor from demanding a second round...