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Mobius: Ugh, I can't believe were stuck in the same room.
Loki*the one who ate the key*: Yeah.. Sad, so sad.
Mobius: So what do you think?
Loki *pissed*: What are this?
Mobius: The chairs you wanted...
Loki: Was I not clear? Where the fuck are chivari chairs?
The organazier: This are the chivaries.
Loki: You shut the fuck up. YOU! I couldn't been more specific, I asked you to find me a caterer who had the GOLD chiavaris with the white cushons, you had one job!
The organizer: That was my fault, I thought we had those but we were mistaken.
Mobius: Dear, I think any of this could work.
Loki: GoD dammit! Why does everything had to suck! This is my fucking wedding day. For one day! FOR ONE DAY!
*stars smashing things*
Loki: THE GOLD CHIVARIS WITH THE WHITE CUSHON!
The organizer: Sir, I can call around.
Loki: It's miss. And I thought I told you to shut the fuck up. Are you dumb? Ah Broke? Do you want Asgard in war with you? Answer me.
The organizer: Yes, I'm dumb.
Loki: Yes he's dumb! That's why we had the fucking mix up!
*takes a deep breathe*
Loki: Sorry, this is my fault I put too much on your plate.
*leaves pissed*
The organizer:WoW.
Mobius: Pfff.... She can be like that.
id like to think that at some point in loki’s vast attempts at getting the loom to work he knew he would take a while so he just decided “fuck it” and him and mobius finally got their kiss
(please turn that into a fanfic im too lazy to write plus i suck ass at it)
Beauty and the Beast fits Lokius for no reason
(take this as you want, go crazy go stupid w it)
[episode 4 destroyed me this is how i cope]