[ Loki is a nosy little shit, and to put a fine point on things he dislikes being kept from information. Especially by Mobius, particularly about work, definitely when it's clear that Mobius is not exactly thrilled with whatever is going on, and ultimately he is the biggest nosy little shit when he thinks that the variant in question might be a Loki. So he's asked questions, some of them incessant by nature but many of them just pointed ('how many hunters have been lost to this particular case' is one of the latter), and he can pinpoint the exact moment when Mobius, perhaps against his better judgment, decides to give him the intel he's been hounding after.
He doesn't crow in his success, but it's very clear he'd like nothing less.
The first readthrough is a skim for pertinent information, and the second is a deeper dive into the peculiarities and history of Variant L1952. He's not quite done with that when he curses under his breath, once, and then flips to field reports about the Variant's behavior when encountered by Hunters instead.
Knowing how easily the balance of sanity versus insanity shifts — for himself in particular — in light of a grand and overarching plan, Loki is under no presumptions that this version is anything but quite firmly without the former. His instinct is to tell Mobius to stay far and away from this man, but he recognizes the fallacy there, starting with the assumption that Mobius would even court such an idea.
For someone who doesn't really know how to fight, Mobius tends to dislike backing down from threats. ]
You're right, [ he says eventually, ] I don't like it. [ He scrunches up his face, pulling his lips to one side of his mouth. ] You'll need bait. Something to distract him.
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He doesn't crow in his success, but it's very clear he'd like nothing less.
The first readthrough is a skim for pertinent information, and the second is a deeper dive into the peculiarities and history of Variant L1952. He's not quite done with that when he curses under his breath, once, and then flips to field reports about the Variant's behavior when encountered by Hunters instead.
Knowing how easily the balance of sanity versus insanity shifts — for himself in particular — in light of a grand and overarching plan, Loki is under no presumptions that this version is anything but quite firmly without the former. His instinct is to tell Mobius to stay far and away from this man, but he recognizes the fallacy there, starting with the assumption that Mobius would even court such an idea.
For someone who doesn't really know how to fight, Mobius tends to dislike backing down from threats. ]
You're right, [ he says eventually, ] I don't like it. [ He scrunches up his face, pulling his lips to one side of his mouth. ] You'll need bait. Something to distract him.
[ So. Probably Loki himself, really. ]