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Mobius made his way through the dining room of the restaurant he was given the address of, the atmosphere reminding him of the banquet halls of Old Asgard. It was absolutely meant to be more for the tourists than the locals,  which is why he was partly surprised to find out that this was where he was meant to meet Val and Love for dinner.

But there was a private room in the back, which is likely why Val had chosen it. A neutral meeting spot where they could still avoid being overheard.

“He’s here,” He heard Love say as he approached the doorway. He pushed the curtain aside and smiled as Love beamed up at him.

“Right as usual,” Val said with a grin for Love before turning to Mobius with a more serious but no less welcoming smile. “Mobius.”

“Your majesty,” He said with a half-bow. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier. My knowledge of you is, frankly, a lot less than some.”

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New Asgard broke Mobius’s heart in the best ways. 

It was so full of life and resilience. He’d seen Ragnarok numerous times while studying Loki’s life, but he’d never gotten to see what came after.

He’d snapped a lot of pictures, taken more than a few videos. He was in good company; most of the tourists were doing the same, though perhaps gawking at the Asgardian technology more than Mobius was.

Feeling eyes on him, Mobius looked around, half expecting to see Rachel from the plane. Instead, he noted a magpie perched on a brass statue of the royal family. The statue itself wasn’t very big and was on a pedestal to elevate it just a bit over the heads of most beings. The magpie was on the base between Loki and Queen Frigga.

Mobius turned and made his way over to it, a grin growing as the bird didn’t flinch a bit at his approach.

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Classes were finished, Mobius had no other obligations for keeping him in town, and he was growing more and more restless and unsettled by the day. He had already handed off a lot of his volunteer hours to the kids who would need or want them, and so there was nothing to keep his mind from wandering to Loki, Sylvie, and everyone else fighting a battle he knew very little about.

The way Mobius saw it, he had three options.

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Mobius pulled into his driveway mid-afternoon, feeling - if not better - than less like he might fall apart. Not that he was on the brink like he had been when Loki left before, but he had a gut feeling that if he had let himself stew alone any longer than he had, his seams would start splitting.

He grabbed his bags of groceries off the passenger seat, then headed inside the cottage with a slight spring in his step. The rain had either stopped or he was far enough away from town that the rain clouds weren’t over this particular area, so he was already thinking of maybe spending some more time on his deck, so long as his furniture wasn’t too moist.

He popped in, put things where they belonged, and got to work on making himself a coffee. Decaf, this go. He wasn’t at the TVA anymore, and just because he wasn’t going to die of any kind of health issues, that didn’t mean he shouldn’t potentially cut back on stimulants he no longer needed in excess.

As the coffee was almost done, there was a knock on the door.

Honestly, he expected this yesterday and was actually surprised Nate had left him alone for as long as he had. 

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Mobius turned and made his way over to it, grin growing as the bird didn’t flinch a bit at his approach.
“Hi,” He said softly, not resisting the urge to stroke a finger down its head. It preened and leaned into. “It’s really pretty here, I think you would have tolerated it.”
The magpie gently nipped Mobius’s finger before soothing it with its beak, and Mobius chuckled softly at it.
“So, does this mean things are done? Tap twice for yes, once for no. And if I’m crazy and you’re just a regular bird, fly off or something.”
The magpie fluttered it’s wings as if to take off, but then tapped Mobius’s hand twice.
“Everyone safe?”
It hesitated, then tapped once.
Mobius’s heart clenched.
“One of ours, or…?”
One tap.
Mobius nodded.
“What about you? You’re here like this, does that mean… are you…?”
Three nips. Yes, and no.
“Sorry,” he said, stroking the bird’s head again. It leaned into it again, then stilled and turned away, eyes sharply focused on something else.

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