#humble Hiddles

[mochie85]

Congratulations!!🎉🎈🍾

Could you please do fluff prompt 48 You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” with Tom and shorter reader?

Falling Star

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Summary: It's Hollywood's biggest night and Tom is hoping to win more than just an Oscar. A/N: Part of my 1k Celebration and @the-slumberparty week 3 writing challenge: Something New. I've never written short-reader trope before. Thank you to @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA reader and @michelleleewise for some great ideas. I don't know how I could continue to write without your ladies' endless support 😘😘😘. And thank you to @huntress-artemiss for the request. Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Fluff Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Tom looked into the mirror as he rinsed the suds off his hands. Shaking off the excess water, he reached for a towel and dried them. He looked straight into his eyes, trying to keep the nervousness at bay.

It’s a big night for you. You’re going to do fine. You’re probably not going to win anyway, Tom sighed. Just focus on one thing and the rest of the night will go smoothly.

He ran his hands through his hair and pinched his bow tie one last time before he made his way out into the lobby. Focus on one thing, he repeated in his head.

These award shows always leave him a nervous wreck. He never expects to win. When he does, of course, it’s great, but then it brings on a whole new emotion of excitement and anxiety.

When he doesn’t win, it tends to be worse. He has to find that right balance of remorse and humbleness so that the media doesn’t portray him in an evil lie.

Oh, he could read the tabloids now, “And the Oscar goes to…, not Tom Hiddleston.” Or “Hiddles angry that he didn’t win his Oscar. Pictures and commentary on page 3.” He laughed about it internally, a smile on his face as he fixed his cufflinks.

“Come on man. Took you long enough,” Chris exclaimed patting his back. “I think they stuck most of us in the same row.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’d be nice to see some familiar faces again.” Tom recounted the last time he saw anyone from The Avengers movie. The movie that brought together and cemented the friendship of seven individuals.

“I think Scarlet wants you to sit next to her.”

“Oh no. Does she?” Tom fretted.

“What?” Chris wondered.

“She’s been trying to set me up with one of her acquaintances,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“She can be quite persistent,” Hemsworth laughed.

Tom sighed as he accompanied Chris across the massive lobby. The plush red carpet matched the dramatic drapes hung from the ceiling. At the end of the hall was a grand staircase leading upstairs to the auditorium's main entrance.

The two friends stood in line waiting to ascend the stairs as photographers and reporters lined the banisters calling out their names, hoping to get an interview. Tom tried to drown out the noise. He tried to focus on one thing before he went crazy, and his anxiety took over. Tom took a deep breath. Just focus on one thing, he chanted in his head.

He opened his eyes and focused on the first thing he saw, an intricate design of beadwork and crystal that was in front of him. Tiny gold stars were scattered on a black sateen gown. They clustered at the top hem of the dress and sporadically fell towards the bottom. The back of the gown was secured by a beaded pin of a crescent moon, gracing your bare lower back. The whole gown looked like star fall plummeting in the night sky.

“Chris,” Tom whispered. “Is this whom I think it is?” Tom stared hard at your graceful figure. Not once taking his eyes off you. Chris gazed hard at you trying to see whom Tom was talking about.

“Ayee...yup. Yes, that’s her.”

“Didn’t she win the Oscar last year for…”

“Yes. I believe she did.” Chris mused.

“Is she up for anything tonight?”

“I think she’s presenting, actually.”

You gathered your dress, preparing to walk up the imposing staircase. Looking around you making sure you were not going to trip on your own outfit, you held your left hand out to steady yourself as you took that first step.

Tom, sensing you needed help, took your outstretched hand. “May I escort you up the stairs?”

The sudden voice and unexpected contact must have shocked you. You looked up at him with a startled expression and a blush on your face. A small smile graced his lips as he noted the sparkle in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered, as photographers flashed their cameras at your interaction. Tom held your hand firmly as you gathered the rest of your dress in your other hand. Focused on making each step, Tom held on to you tightly, becoming the anchor you needed in such a cumbersome gown. “They must have altered this dress three times already just for me. But they can’t seem to get the length right. Even with me in heels,” you admitted shyly.

Tom laughed, finally noticing the height difference between you two. He was so used to towering over everyone, he never really gave it much thought.  “Well, it looks lovely on you. You look beautiful tonight.” You looked up suddenly at his compliment. Heat radiating down your skin. Your eyes arrested his thoughts and hitched his breathing, making him at a loss for words.

“The…uh…the dress. The dress is quite beautiful. Oh, not to say that you’re not beautiful. You are! You’re beautiful. In the dress. Oh, God. Please tell me I haven’t botched this up completely?” He stuttered, hiding his face in his palm. You laughed and squeezed his hand.

You almost fumbled at the top step, if it weren’t for him holding on to you so securely. “Thank you,” you said once again, and he reluctantly let go of you. “Good luck tonight. I hope you win,” you said, cheering him on.

“Thank you. You, too. Me too. I-I mean I hope so,” Tom stumbled on his words. You smiled at him once again, heading inside, leaving him to stare after you.

“Smooth,” Chris said, clapping Tom on his shoulder. “Real smooth.”

“Ugh, I’m a complete knob!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think she noticed,” Chris said laughing.

Inside, the auditorium was stuffy and pompous. Two hours of everyone with their forged smiles and mock interests. Scarlet did manage to get Tom to sit next to her. She mentioned a friend of a friend who’s a writer for a late-night talk show in Los Angeles. Tom tried his best to be courteous but not commit to anything serious.

Minutes. Hours. They seem to drag by as the night continued up until it was time to announce Best Female Performance in a Leading Role. Tom knew you weren’t nominated for anything tonight, but that didn’t stop him from wondering where you were.

Were you sitting somewhere in the audience with other nominees? Or perhaps you were backstage mingling with some of tonight’s winners. It wouldn’t be long now till they got to the category he was nominated for, which made him nervous.

The heat in the room suddenly increased tenfold and the noise of the audience started to echo in his mind. Their clapping died down as the winner was announced and accepted her award. Focus on one thing. Focus on one thing. He closed his eyes as he took a lungful of air in. Breathing slowly.

Exhaling, Tom opened his eyes and suddenly everything else disappeared. Every sound went silent. Every light dimmed, focusing on a central spotlight on stage. And all he could see was you.

You walked out, unaccompanied, to the soundtrack of your award-winning movie. Tom watched you carefully, knowing full well that you were anxious about your dress and stumbling. With a cool look and a smile on your face, you hid your anxiety about tripping. You demonstrated exactly why you were worthy of that Oscar last year. Carefully taking a calculated step toward the podium and ignoring your long, imposing gown.

“Last year, I was very fortunate to stand up on this very stage and accept the award for Best Female Performance in a Leading Role…”

Tom tried to focus on you, instead of the nagging anxiety that was wracking his brain. Your gown had taken on a different hue under the bright spotlights. It had turned to a rich navy blue. The sequences on the stars shone brighter, glittering to gather everyone’s attention.

“This evening will be another night of firsts for me as I present the award for Best Male Performance in a Leading Role.” Tom was awestruck as he watched you on stage. Your smile was charming, and your laughter was contagious.

Tom heard you say his name twice that night. Once when you were reading the nominees. And the next, when you announced that he won. Chris and Scarlett patted him on the back and tried to wake him from his stupor.

“Mate, you better get up there,” Chris whispered, hugging him on his way. Tom was mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that he won. His nervousness threatened to eat him up whole as he stood up and made his way onstage. He remained focused on you instead, clapping for him as he made his way up more stairs.  You handed him his statue along with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

All at once, he faced the audience and didn’t know what to say. “I- uh…” Tom held on to the statue tightly and looked back at you.  You gave him a reassuring smile and he found that your calming presence helped alleviate his anxiety. “I wasn’t expecting to win tonight. Forgive me, I had no speech prepared,” Tom continued as the audience laughed.

He concluded his speech with thanks to the Academy, other nominees, and his friends and family for all their support.  

After a rousing applause, he made his way to follow you off the stage. He’d hoped to escort you like earlier and have another intimate moment with you. As you turned, your foot caught on the front of the dress causing you to fall forward.

In a heroic move, Tom sprinted to your side and caught you. His arms wrapped around your waist as you turned right-side up. He lunged forward before you fell to the floor, cradling your head.

There was a collective gasp from the audience as they watched the scene unfold. A heated blush spread throughout your body.

“Are you all right?” he asked, alarmed.

“Oh, my God. Yes! Thank you,” you stuttered, holding onto his lapels tightly.

“Of course, darling,” he said as he helped you stand back up.

“You seemed to be saving me a great deal tonight,” you gave him an apologetic look as you ran your hands over your dress. Tom offered his arm, and you gladly took it, hoping you wouldn’t trip again. “Oh, God. I’m so embarrassed. I must’ve looked like an idiot out there.”

“Nonsense, you look magnificent,” Tom replied, kissing your hand.

Tom sat in the dining area of the hotel room. Bright morning light shone through the windows as he read the newspapers and magazines sent to the room, along with the room service. It seemed that all anyone talked about was your tumble from last night and how he caught you. Rumors began to spread as everyone gave their opinions on the matter.

“Did Hiddleston win more than just an Oscar last night?” “Secret Relationship: How long have they been together?” “Was it staged?” These were not the headlines he was expecting to read this morning. A small smile crept on his face seeing all the pictures from different angles.

A soft moan stole his attention as you wrapped your arms around from behind him. “Come back to bed.” You gently kissed his neck, and he could still smell the lingering perfume in your hair.

“I ordered breakfast for us, darling,” he said with a soft whimper.

“How very thoughtful of you,” you teased. Tom grabbed your arm and pulled you around to sit on his lap. He noted that you were wearing nothing but his dress shirt from last night. The sleeves were rolled up and the tails sat just at your knees. You were swimming in his shirt, a look that he was starting to like more and more. Your tousled morning hair reminded him of the carnal way you both took each other last night.

“…Unnhh…” you moaned as he hoisted you against the wall. “Take this infernal dress off me. Please.” “With pleasure,” he snarled.

You sat with your legs over the handrest of the chair as you picked up the papers and read them. A scowl formed on your face the more you read. “I’m sorry, Tom. All this over me falling. I didn’t mean to take away from your big night.”

“That’s quite all right darling. As far as I’m concerned they can keep reporting it all they want.”

You looked at him through your lashes. His tall frame and long arms surround you, cherishing you.

“Why?” you asked coyly.

“Because in every picture, I get to see that mesmerizing look on your face.”

“What look?” you provoked.

“The same look I had on my face when I caught you.”

“And what was that?” you giggled.

“Like you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

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[multifandom-worlds]

Hello, my darling!!

Reminder that I love you and think you’re the bees knees!! You’ve been endlessly supportive of me whether it be in my writing or just when I’ve been feeling down. I’m so thankful I know you!! 🩷🩷

(Some Hiddles for you):

You really are the sweetest person. I know you've dealt with your fair share of things on this godforsaken site, but that hasn't stopped you from being so kind to everyone you deal with. I am humbled by your presence in my life!

[thezfc]

I just thought about how it is kind of sad that Tom has turned his fans into an audience. When it comes toLoki he still memtions fans but never in regard to himself. He's been speaking of his 'audience' only. it is as if we have become a faceless mass for him, whom he finds threatening and from whom he must protect his own, even protect himself. He still feels obligated, without us he wouldn't be where he is today, so he interacts where he has to. Are we really that bad? Did we end jumpy, gleeful, happy Hiddles? We, the audience, who used to be fans?

I think of it more like he is trying to be humble. As an actor, to say you have a lot of fans is giving arrogance. Plus “audience” is a very stage actor thing to say.

[magxit]

Re: the pretentious Matty comment, there a video that circulated recently of Lewis Capaldi with Zane Lowe talking about Matty and they have a laugh about what a "pretentious motherfucker" he is. It's hilarious. I think all his friends/family know/understand this about him. He is not a humble dude and has never pretended otherwise lol

Joe's pretension and that of Taylor's other boyfriends is how it relates to HER. My guess is that Joe (like Jake) didn't think much of Taylor's music and saw his work as an actor being meaningful and important and TRUE ART. I will never get past the sourdough comment--she was making career-changing music and he compared it to how trying to cure boredom during the pandemic. John Mayer thought he was better than her. Certainly Jake. Joe Jonas' pretension at the time is now documented forever in Mr. Perfectly Fine. Calcium has always reeked of it. (Hiddles and Lautner are the exceptions, I think.)

Matty is pretentious, yes, about his own shit. But he has always been a Taylor stan. Even the "emasculating" comment way back when was more about him and his own place in the music industry than about her (which was why the reporter he told it to came out with another article to defend him). Whatever the reasons it couldn't work out between them, I feel like Matty respecting her work was never the issue. Joe's was. I think, otherwise, he wouldn't have taken his career failures out on her.

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[lokidmyheart]

Where Secrets are Stowed

I so often think of this place;

Haven for wonderful dreams.

The sun (..always..) shines;

Trees blow whispers through the land.

Horrifyingly beautiful trees;

They stand as guardians.

Ripples flow as velvet across the pond,

Waiting patiently for a rain that will not come.

Delicate wisps of a willow sway from a breeze,

Hiding the full picture from view.

A rowboat weathered with age yet seemingly ageless,

Floats under those wisps.

Holding out his hand,

He beckons me come.

(..always..)

Loki beans,

I am back!!! Settled after a couple years of life transitions!

Just in time for the second season in a few months.

Don't have nearly as much to crank out as when I first started--and delving more into my crossovers--but I was not gone for good.

It has been a good long while!! Let me know if any of these need updated. For those of you who are still with me, my humble soul is excited! For those who I have lost in my absence, I mentally send my thanks for taking my first steps with me!

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[rizzo87]

The Perfection Of Tom Hiddleston & Why We Love Him

He is handsome, no matter his attire...

He is incredibly intelligent and eloquent...

Yet can be reduced to an adorable, babbling mess(Seriously, don’t ask him to pick a favorite Shakespearean work. Hiddles WILL short-circuit)...

He can be serious and firm(but still exceedingly polite)when necessary...

But really, he’s just a sweet, humble guy with a heart of gold...

So, in case you were wondering what all the fuss is about....Now you know! (Pic edits are mine, but gifs are NOT!!)

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[byronicbi]

Hiddleston Question Anon here - I'm glad you like my questions, they're really fun to come up with and see your answers. Bloggers choice: Tell me three cool/interesting facts about Tom.

You have much more creativity than I ever will, I'll give you that.

As for three facts.... HOLD ON. Most of my knowledge dates back to 2015 so it's been a hot minutes.

He plays the spoons alarmingly well.

He's such a doggo dad he's thrown his pupper full-fledged birthday parties (with Secret Life of Pets themed plates, I believe.)

He straight up just took the scarf Loki wears in the Stuttgart scene in the first Avengers movie and claimed it as his, which, honestly, king shit.

#Hiddleston Question Anon #glenda voice: I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY #none of these facts are particularly exciting but i tend to steer away from his personal business because it's the decent thing to do yknow #asks ho! #i'm not a fountain of hiddles knowledge neither am i really a stan i am mere a humble fan #with a devastatingly sappy crush. #*merely #tumblr let me edit tags challenge

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Weekend Plans

Summary: Not all weekends are meant to be reserved for comfort food, pjs and movie marathons.

Warnings: 18+, extreme smuttiness, stuff gets kinky.

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Square Filled: Size difference

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo. I’m not even going to apologise.

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The weekend.

Even though your job as an Avenger wasn’t bound by the days of the week or a certain set of hours, it didn’t stop you from looking forward to the weekends. Maybe it was hardwired in your brain like everybody else.

Of course your boyfriend didn’t understand the concept of a weekend, but then again he didn’t understand most of the Midgardian concepts, being from outer space and all.

There had been countless times you had spent your Sundays binging on your favourite series for Thor to pick up on the concept of Netflix and chill. The ‘chill’ part of that occurred only when you were on your reruns, that was a rule meant to be followed.

Friday

Freshly showered and ready for bed, your go to choice of outfit was Thor’s grey sweatshirt and nothing else as you traipsed out of your bedroom to find the Asgardian engrossed in a game of Fortnite - a game he had very recently mastered. As cute as he looked holding the remote control, eyes trained to the TV and face scrunched up in concentration, your body did an involuntary shiver staring at his large form on your sofa.

The bulky, sexy, Asgardian hunk sprawled on the couch with those strapping thighs on display thanks to those boxer shorts, arms flexing as his fingers furiously pressed on the controls, every muscle showing off the power it contained.

Though preoccupied with the game and you with your thoughts, his electric blues softened once they landed on you, a smile making itself known on his handsome face.

“There you are, my love!”

That simple greeting never fails to make your heart flutter.

“Hey...ice-cream?”

“Sure.”

Upon returning with your favourite tub, you stood in front of Thor with your eyebrows raised, waiting for him to make room for you not on the couch but on his lap. You wouldn’t settle for anything but your favourite spot.

His arms went around you as he resumed his game, taking mini breaks only to eat the spoonfuls of ice-cream you offered.

“You know what I was thinking?”

“That Asgardian desserts could never compare to our humble ice-creams?” You rolled your eyes all in good humor, making him chuckle.

“Well I won’t argue there, my love.”

That comment received your elbow straight into his ribs which you were sure didn’t affect him one bit.

“No that’s not it. Since you always talk about, what do you call them? Cartoons if I’m not wrong, that you watched growing up. We could do what you Midgardians call a marathon tomorrow? Even though there’s no actual running involved.”

Pretending to think for a bit though your mind was preoccupied with something altogether different, you decided on showing your intentions rather than telling.

You readjusted your position so you were sitting on either side of his thigh, your panty-less core meeting his warm skin in an instant. A victorious smirk appeared on your face as his grip around your body tightened.

“You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

Shaking your head quietly, you turned sideways to glance at him as he threw the remote away, now turning his entire attention on you.

“What do you have in mind, love?”

Leaning back, you made sure your lips touched the shell of his ear as you whispered.

“A different kinda marathon…”

This was the setup..well I tried.

Part 1

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[daydreamrry]

You know what Harry reminds me of… Tom Hiddleston. Bear with me, but I use to be a huge fan of hiddle and there are quite a bit of similarities to their relationships. For example, Tom has never addressed his relationships and basically said, “I’m single until there’s something to write home about.” & “I’m trying to find a balance between my personal and work life so I can protect the person I’m with and my privacy.” And he said the first part while he was clearly dating someone which is like, Ouch to her. Then one day he gets gets into a big PR relationship with Taylor Swift and the fandom, which is just as crazy as Harries, was like WTF happened to keeping thing quiet. It was crazy and overexposed and seemed like a bad telenovela. The relationship and press went bad, he became a joke and a fool and had to pretty much hide and become very humble. Now he has a serious relationship that he has never confirmed at all, just the press, and they have been dating for years. They even lived together during quarantine while he filmed Loki in ATL for a year and the fans moved mountains to deny it because “he never confirmed it”. But things happened like his neighbor confirming or posting about it and fans said they were paid to say so. Then fans tried to say that it was PR because they have the same management group and she made moves like Olivia, too. Liking pics on fan accounts, leaking info here and there, becoming friends with all his friends. And to this day when Tom’s with her public they don’t touch and aren’t affectionate at all, like he even walks in faster then her and she is seen trailing behind him. They look very lackluster and you wouldn’t think they were together if you saw them. Eventually they were papped on a beach swimming and sharing one kiss in the water and after a year of nothing his fans have just accepted it. Difference between her and the hag is that Tom’s gf/fiancé changed and stopped acting like a child.

Now there are so many patterns and I don’t know if it’s because they are both Aquarius’ or what but I think that this is how Harry will handle anyone he dates in the future. If you like public affection or confirmation or whatever then he is not the one to date. Which is sad on some many levels like that he feels he has to act this way and that the world forced him to act this way. Also, Tom dropped a-lot of interaction with his fans as well and leaves that to comic cons and work related things. I think the more people push against Harry’s relationships he may settle for whoever will accept these terms even if its for love or like or could be completely wrong altogether. And maybe Harry feels like he is genuinely in a “real relationship”; we do not know what happens between two people in a relationship only what we see on the outside, so who knows. Now I do not like the hag at ALL because I think she’s a love bombing trash bag who did some research and preyed on Harry. So that makes me think that if Harry spent a good portion of alone time to get to know an idea of her prior to the wedding and after during March-Sept then maybe he feels like its an adult relationship, I say him because I’m sure the hag is not being truthful on her end. Just my thoughts from my observation of both fandoms. Don’t @ me.

🦦

[laeviss-loki]

Hiddles Birthday Week 2021 day 6: How did you become a Hiddlestoner?

Once upon a time, in the middle of a boring march afternoon of three years ago, there was me, feverish and bedridden. I was so bored... chatting with a close friend of mine, she suggested me to watch Thor to kill time (she KNEW....it was premeditated).

The result? All Thor movies watched in a day. Then i googled the cast, you know... i noticed someone in particular... so i discovered that this someone was in a movie that i was planning to watch already: Only Lovers Left Alive (i love Tilda... and vampires!). And before i knew it,

✨rabbit hole✨

Then i discovered the man behind the roles... So kind and gentle hearted, empathic, well read, humble... so bright!

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[hela-avenger]

poison & wine- part 12

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1271

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: Sorry for the impromptu hiatus. I just needed a break for a hot minute. Please let me know if you’ll like to be tagged!

“You must tell us everything,” Lynn exclaimed as she took the seat next to you. Loki had a seating area by a magnificent fireplace. It was embellished in his colors as everything in his room was and though you weren’t a fan of the color scheme you had to admire the intimate detail in everything. “Once we heard about your courtship, we’ve been dying to know about every single detail.”

“The prince said you would be a bit shy at announcing your relationship with him,” Datya pipes in as she dropped to sit on the other side of you. “But now that we know everything makes so much sense.” 

“How so?” you asked a bit confused. 

“You spoke of him with such a casualness that no one ever has,” Datya answers.  

“Yes! You are unafraid of his mischievous behavior and his title. The prince has finally met his match with you,” Lynn adds on. “Now go on, tell us how you came to fall for the prince. How did you meet? How long have you been together? Does his tongue serve any other purpose beside spreading lies?” 

You can’t help but laugh at the last question. As much as you wanted to offer some answers, you knew better than to string a story now. The lie that Loki had planted was too fresh for you to start embellishing it suddenly. As if sensing your hesitancy, Iana steps out of the closet from where she was previously working in. 

“Lynn!” Iana reprimands shooting the young girl a glare. She turns to look at you apologetically. “We are very happy for you, Lady Y/N, and we wish for you eternal happiness, but...” 

You look up at her nervously and wonder what kind of reprimand she has set for you. Iana had been hard to read since you first met her so you didn’t know which direction the conversation may take. 

“...King Odin holds no regard for Midgard. There is a chance he will reject the courtship.” 

You have to restrain from laughing because that wasn’t an issue you had expected to hear. It was nice to know that there might be a loophole in all of this but your end of the deal wouldn’t be fulfilled if you didn’t continue on with the fake courtship. 

“Right, well…” you sigh out with a shrug. “That is a matter between the king and the prince. I never meant for our relationship to be mixed with politics so if that issue arises we will deal with it accordingly.”

“Spoken like a true princess,” Datya comments with a grin. “Oh my, you will make such a great queen!”

“The first mortal Queen of Asgard!” Lynn continues with the same excitement. “Imagine all of the stories and tales that would be written in your honor...”

“Girls,” Iana interrupts, sending them a sharp glance. “That’s enough now. We have much to do.”

Lynn and Datya are quick to rise and start to work once more. Iana offers you one last parting glance and you can tell she’s apologizing for something that isn’t her fault. 

The courtship was false but the girls had brought up certain scenarios that you hadn’t expected to hear. Though you suspected that Loki had no intention of letting this fake courtship end with an engagement. Yet, you knew there were things he was leaving out but you expected that this wasn’t one of them. 

Or at least you hope it wasn’t. 

And just as things couldn’t get worse, a knock on the door pulls you out of your thoughts. You move to stand and answer it but Lynn was more than happy to drop her recent task to assist. Few words are spoken and Lynn returns with a message meant for you.

“It’s Queen Frigga,” she states. “She wishes to speak to you.” 

Loki was no stranger to the pointed stares and hushed whispers that uttered his name when he entered the royal courtyard. Many lords and their wives were milling around hoping to gain some favor from the Allfather but Loki knew it was pointless. Odin was far too busy to care for the relationships within his kingdom. There were far more pressing alliances to keep outside of Asgard for his father to tend to the ones within his home. 

But that certainly didn’t mean the king was blind to the occurences within his sight. Odin’s ever watchfulness of his court was proven by Loki’s sudden summoning to court to have an audience with him. 

The prince walked past the gossiping court and entered the private throne room only to be greeted with a glaring Odin who sat on his golden throne. 

Loki could only grin in amusement. 

“Odin, for what reason have you called this meeting?” Loki asks with faux innocence.

“You know for what reason,” Odin answers simply. “You’ve created quite the scene earlier this morning. The court has yet to stop talking about it.”

“Ah, I’m sure those are simply rumors,” Loki brushes off.

“I’m certain they are not,” Odin states. “For the mortal is now being moved to rest in your chambers as we speak. Am I wrong?” 

Loki remains silent and simply looks around the throne room as an attempt to avoid the question. 

“What are you playing at, Loki?” Odin demands. “Bringing the mortal into royal affairs?”

“I’m not playing at anything,” Loki snaps. “I am courting her.”

“I can see that or your attempt to make it appear that way.” 

“Why must you always insist I’m lying?”

“Because you are not the God of Truths,” Odin remarks. “You are the God of Lies and Mischief and this sudden courting of this mortal has your signature mockery all over it. So tell me, how did you coerce her into agreeing to this lie? Did you bribe her? Did you threaten her?” 

“I am not lying,” Loki states. “For once, I speak the truth.” 

Odin takes note of the dejected expression on Loki’s face. It was convincing enough to make him second guess himself. 

“The timing of it all seems too convenient,” Odin points out. “We just spoke yesterday of the new requirement of the throne and then you go on and do this.” 

“Yes, I am aware,” Loki sighs out convincingly, keeping up the pretenses of being humble. “I had no intention of revealing my relationship with the Lady Y/N but you made this new demand and I feared you would invite the first Vanir princess you could get your hands on and pawn her off to me.” 

Odin was not at all happy at the revelation. He was still convinced that this was all a trick. Not only was the timing of this revelation suspicious, but Loki’s relationship with the accompanying mortal was meant to irritate him which it did. 

“I do not know how you spend your time in Midgard, nor do I really care for it,” Odin declares. “But if you insist that this courtship of yours has developed to such an advanced state with Lady Y/N, then I trust you can prove it to be true to me for the rest of your stay here in Asgard.” 

“It is true,” Loki lies under his breath. 

“Sure it is,” Odin mocks with a chuckle. “If that is the case then you should have no trouble courting to the standards we have here in the court of Asgard which means…”

Loki lets out a sigh knowing what was coming up next and how unprepared he was for it. 

“I’ll like to formally meet her as your partner and give her my blessing.”

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[hopelessromanticspoonie]

Between the Shelves

Characters: Loki x Reader

Chapter: 1 of 4 (Click here for Chapter 2)

Rating: Explicit (in later chapters)

Summary: You were just closing up your bookshop when Loki strolled in, but he wasn’t interested in anything he could find on the shelves.

Warnings: Making out

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Late nights were always slow.

Not that you were particularly busy at any time of the day, the draw of an antique bookstore seemed to escape most of the local populace, but it was especially dead once the sun fell beneath the skyscrapers blotting out the horizon. It was difficult, keeping up with online shopping and ebooks; the convenience of holding an entire library in one device was too tempting for many. But you had never been able to resist the allure of holding such wonderful stories in your hands, feeling the history and magic forever pressed into the musty pages.

To cut costs, you worked the store alone, which wasn’t an issue. You were smart; you had a security system, and no thief worth their salt would think to rob a bookstore to receive a payout worth anything, anyway.

The downtime gave you time to bustle around, reorganizing books that had been picked up only to be put down elsewhere, or put new books that you had found out into stock. If it was a truly exciting day, you got to rearrange the shelves when one section grew too big for its current location.

So, you were a bit shocked when the bells above your door tinkled pleasantly, alerting you to a customer just minutes before you were to close up for the night. You stifled the groan that wanted to come from deep within you - you had been enjoying reading an old tome of poetry that someone had donated to you just that afternoon. Slipping a bookmark into the yellowed pages, you plastered on your happy face reserved for dealing with customers and stood up from behind the counter.

“Can I help you with anything?” you asked, walking through the tall aisles of bookshelves to where you had last heard the sure footsteps of the customer. You rounded the last aisle to see a well-dressed gentleman staring at the shelves with a critical eye. He cut a handsome silhouette, even illuminated poorly by the harsh fluorescent lighting. An angular jaw, sharp cheekbones, slight curledly raven hair, and a slender but long frame all combined to make him look regal, powerful, far too grand for your humble used bookstore.

His eyes were just as startling as the rest of him, lifting to you and penetrating through to your very soul as he took you in. His thin lips pursed, thoughtful, before waved his hand around your store. “Is this the entirety of your selection?”

Bristling a bit at the judgement in his tone, you nodded, maintaining your painfully polite service persona. “It is. But we have a variety of genres available, and our stock is always changing as we get new donations or I find a hidden gem forgotten in some flea market. Are you looking for anything in particular?”

His regarded you coldly, as if you were a book he was considering, before looking back to the shelves. “I have not yet decided.”

You nodded and gave him your best smile, gesturing behind you at a stack of books you had intended to shelve after you closed for the night. But if he was going to stay here for a bit, you might as well get it done now. You didn’t want to get lost in the music of your poetry only to be ripped from it. “I’ll just get these put up, then. If you need anything, let me know.”

He didn’t acknowledge you, and after an awkward pause, you turned on your heel and loaded up several books in your arms, careful to hold them as to not damage the covers made fragile with age. His presence nagged at the back of your mind, always there as you slowly shelved your latest finds.

With one book left, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and instinctively you looked up to see the striking customer watching you from the end of the aisle. Ignoring the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach at his undivided attention, you perked up, tilting your head a bit to the side. “Sure you don’t need any help with anything?”

He prowled toward you lazily, like a tiger circling its prey, confident in the knowledge that he had you ensnared beneath the intensity of his gaze. He stopped so that the barest of breaths separated your bodies. His cologne, masculine with hints of leather and spice, made your head swim at the headiness of it. "Is what you truly desire, for me to purchase a book?" He took the book from your hands and set it on the shelves behind you before clasping both hands on the shelves on either side of your head, boxing you in and towering over you.

“I, um. Well…” you stammered.

He bent his head so his mouth hovered over yours. "Tell me to stop and I will."

You should. You should tell him to back the hell off of you, that this wasn't okay, that he needed to get out of your store before you called the cops. But you didn't. You only stared up into his emerald eyes, counting the dark flecks in them as his sweet breath fanned across your face, struck dumb at the curiosity that demanded to be sated by his touch.

His lips curled up into a pleased smile before his hands left the shelves, one cupping the back of your neck while the other came to rest on the curve of your hip. He broached the scant distance between you, brushing his lips across yours with the faintest of caresses. For such an intimidating man, you expected raw passion in his kiss, taking everything from you and overwhelming your senses. But his soft mouth smoothed over yours tenderly, almost chastely, save for the rubbing of his thumb over your hip bone.

When he pulled away, his nose rasping against yours, you followed him, standing on the tips of your toes to chase his mouth and kiss him more thoroughly this time, balancing yourself with your hands splayed across the deliciously hard muscles of his chest. A pleased sound hummed from his throat, and he steadied you against him with a hand clutched tighter to your waist, pressing you along the length of his torso.

He was all warmth and desire, flooding your limbs with an addictive buzz that weakened your knees and sent your heart racing against your ribcage. You wanted to drink him in, be consumed by him, and when he flicked the blade of his tongue against your lower lip, heat of a different sort shot down between your legs. You were both panting for air when he removed himself fully from you, stepping back, and you knew you had to wear a similar expression to his: face flushed, eyes darkened and shining with desire, lips parted and begging for another taste. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and it drew your attention like a magnet.

“Until we meet again,” he said quietly, intimately, his accented voice coated in sin and layered with lust. His eyes raked over your body with a hunger that made you clench the muscles of your stomach in anticipation.

And then he was gone, leaving you dazed and more than a little worked up against the bookshelves. “What was that?” you asked out loud, as if the ancient tomes could answer back.

Shaking yourself from the trance his touch induced, you set about closing up the store for the evening, chewing on your bottom lip absentmindedly. You hadn’t even heard the bells sing his exit you had been so distracted. You chided yourself as you went back to the counter, feeling foolish for getting go swept away by a random stranger. You knew better than to let someone just kiss you like that, out of nowhere.

But, oh, what a kiss it had been.

Grabbing the book of poetry you had abandoned, you went to put it into your bag to take home when a piece of ivory paper sticking out of the side caught your eye. Curious, you pulled it out, finding that one side contained elegant script in dark green ink that read:

I will return tomorrow following the closing of your establishment. Be prepared. - Loki

You tested his name on your tongue, enjoying the way it felt on your lips almost as much as you did his kiss. “It’s a date.”

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[villainousshakespeare]

Learning a Lesson Chapter 1

Young Actor Tom Hiddleston/OFC

Rated E - Eventual Smut, Angst, Complicated Relationship - Teacher/Actor Posing as Student, Feels, Flirting, Fluff

Summary: It's your first day as a teacher and things are going well. That is, until a tall, gorgeous boy with blond curls and dramatic ways saunters into your last class. When he ignores all the swooning girls to flirt outrageously with you, it is secretly thrilling. Even more so is when he tries to steal a kiss after class ends. How long will you be able to keep your defenses up?

Up and Coming actor Tom is under cover in high school for  research for a movie, but the pretty drama teacher is making the long assignment so much more enjoyable!

This was inspired by a dream I had. I opted to turn the main character into a young teacher instead of a student, just due to my own neurosis. Will probably be in a bout 4 parts... we shall see...

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The day had been going surprisingly well, if Emily did say so herself. All of her classes had seemed engaged in the material to some extent, and no one jumped out at her as an obvious juvenile delinquent bent on disrupting things. Of course, it was the first day of the school year and things could change, but with just one class to go she was feeling pretty satisfied with herself.

That was all about to change.

It was her first official day as a teacher. She had student taught, of course, but this was different. These kids were hers to mold and teach. It helped that most of the morning classes had been freshmen and sophomores. She had always looked young for her age, and she had already been asked once for a hall pass that afternoon between classes. It was embarrassing, but hardly unexpected. Soon she hoped that everyone would realize that she was faculty and not, in fact, attending herself.

Her last class was the one she had been both dreading and excited about all day. Senior Elective - Drama. It was her one chance to teach the subject that she loved the most. American and World literature were fine, of course, but she was a theater geek at heart. Teaching students who chose to study some of the most important plays in history, what could be better? She just hoped that they didn't all tower over her and decide that she couldn't possibly be the boss of them at her age.

The first few students to enter gave her hope. Three girls, giggling together in hushed voices, entered the room. She sized them up instantly - smart, a bit nerdy, and certain to turn into stunners in a few years' time. They smiled shyly at her as one, and Emily grinned in return, instructing them to sit anywhere they liked. As the others trickled in,  began to breath easy. A few of the honor society kids, a couple who bore the stamp of musical theater unmistakably, and one or two who obviously were there simply because it sounded like an easy A that they could sleep through. Well, they would learn soon enough. Theater was a participatory activity in her mind. Still, the ten girls and three boys seated before her were hardly the type to strike fear into her heart, even if some of them did have several inches on her. She could do this!

The bell was still ringing when the door opened again and a tall, lanky boy backed in, calling jovially to some person still in the hallway. His voice was surprisingly deep, and contained a laughter that sounded infectious. Emily waited impatiently for him to conclude his conversation, foot tapping and lips pursed. When he finally turned around, she felt as though she had been punched in the gut.

He was certainly tall, easily topping 6 feet as he slouched against the door frame, insouciant smile on his face. A halo of wild, noodle like blonde curls framed his face, artlessly falling across his forehead in a manner designed to make one want to reach out and brush them back. His eyes, a stunning blue that ought to be illegal, were framed by obscenely long eyelashes and, if she were not mistaken, a light touch of eyeliner to make them all the worse. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut were hidden beneath just the right amount of residual baby fat to make him appear mischievous rather than outright dangerous, but she was not certain she should trust that assumption. A black t shirt and baggy black pants draped over his long, lean lines, accessorized with black and silver jewelry at his his wrist, waist, and neck, and a silver bar through the top of one ear.

Good lord above, her high school fantasy had just sauntered into the class she was supposed to be teaching! And Emily was not entirely sure that she had surrendered that fantasy as completely as she had hoped! Certainly her confidence, riding high just seconds before, was suddenly plummeting as the young stud slowly surveyed the class, enjoying the obvious attention his late entrance and stunning looks had provoked.

"Take a seat please, you're late," Emily said stridently, hating how forced her voice sounded.

"Apologies, I got turned around. Luckily some girls were nice enough to show me the way."

No doubt, she thought as he loped to the front of the class and sat in the desk immediately in front of her. And god almighty, was that an English accent? From the way most of the girls and two of the three boys in the class were twittering behind him she was certain she had heard correctly. He looked up at her with a cocksure smile on his face and she felt an absurd wave of embarrassment, as though he could read exactly what she had been thinking about him.

"So," he asked, extending his long legs out from under the desk until the toe of one booted foot almost touched hers, "when does the teacher get here?"

"I am the teacher," Emily tried to keep the consternation from her voice as she retreated behind her desk, hoping for some sort of barrier between her and the living temptation seated before her. Blindly she pointed to where "Miss Temple" was written on the chalk board, as though that would prove something.

"Impossible. You're far too young and attractive to be the teacher," he pronounced, openly giving her a once over as the rest of the class snickered.

Emily clenched her hands to keep from tugging down her skirt to make it longer. It hit a respectable length at just above her knee, but the way he looked speculatively at her legs she wished it hit the floor. Still, she was not about to let this smug little (or, well, not so little) popinjay rattle her.

"I am old enough. And you will find that there are no rules about a teacher's appearance," she told him. "But thank you all the same Mr -"

"Martinsson," he told you. "But you can call me Tom. And you are?"

"Very well, Tom," she sighed, ignoring the question. "Now, if I may begin the class?"

He waved his hand in a magnanimous gesture that left her unsure whether to laugh or roll her eyes or smack his smug, pretty face. She settled for turning on her heal and pulling her copy of The Complete Works of Shakespeare out of her tote bag, wishing she couldn't feel his eyes on her backside as she bent over. Pants. She would definitely be wearing pants from now on.

"Shakespeare?" one of the musical theater kids groaned. "I thought this class was going to be fun!"

"Kiss me Kate is Shakespeare," the aptly named Kate, one of the honors girls, shot back, "and so is West Side Story!"

"It's less boring with songs," the boy muttered, making most of the others laugh in agreement.

"Dude, Shakespeare isn't boring!" Emily's heretofore nemesis said, turning to look disgustedly at the poor boy behind him. "Not if you have a thought in your head, at any rate!"

"See," Kate preened, trying to catch Tom's eye as the other boy squirmed.

"It's just stuffy old men shouting made up words at each other," one of the suspected lazy kids argued.

"Not if you do it right!" Tom insisted.

Before Emily could think to move, he unfolded his body from beneath the little wooden desk and dropped to his knees on the floor directly in front of her and began speaking with dramatic flourish.

"Teach not thy lips such scorn, for they were made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; Which if thou please to hide in this true bosom."

As a gasp went through the class, Tom yanked up his shirt to bare a chest more well defined than she would have imagined. Not, of course, that she had any business imagining anything at all. He thrust a pencil into her hand and held it against the naked skin, continuing his soliloquy:

"And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry, But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me. Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabb'd young Edward, But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on. Take up the sword again, or take up me."

Emily stared, mouth gaping at the young man on his knees before her, pressing her hand to his flesh, and felt a wild urge to pull him up and kiss him senseless. The raw passion that he had infused his words with echoed in the room, impossible to miss. The lines had been rushed, and he stumbled once over the wording, but there was no faulting the fervor with which they were delivered.

After a moment of silent awe, the class erupted in spontaneous applause as he smirked and pulled himself to his feet, bringing Emily's hand to his mouth to kiss it in a ridiculous show of stage chivalry that made the class giggle but sent electricity coursing through her body. She snatched her hand back took a step away from him as he turned to bow to his cheering classmates.

"Was that Romeo?" one of the girls asked fatuously.

"No," he said disdainfully. "Romeo was a twat too stupid to think through a plan or trust his woman. That was Richard the Third."

"And does she take him?" the girl asked giggling.

"Oh, she does alright," he said with a wink. "Then he uses her to secure his kingdom, kills her, and moves on the next princess. But still, you can feel his seduction in the words."

Emily watched the girl struggle to come to terms with that information and felt a pang of sympathy for her. She had the sense that this was a man, a boy she reminded herself, who often had that effect on people.

"That was, er, quite the performance Mr. Martinsson," she attempted to wrench the class back. "And I agree, Shakespeare is far from boring. We will not, however, be reading Richard III right now. I thought we would start with something a bit more light. Much Ado About Nothing. Now, if you would all take out your books, I will assign parts."

"I'm afraid I don't have a book," it was Tom, of course. "We didn't move here in time for me to pick one up from the library."

"Very well, you can use mine," she sighed, glad she knew all the characters from memory.

Tom got up again, Emily wondered if he was capable of sitting still, and walked around her desk. He towered over her as he crossed behind her, and his arm casually and quite inappropriately draped around her shoulders as he passed. She twitched to dislodge him, and he shot her a guilty but hardly repentant grin in response.

"The book, Mr. Martinsson," Emily all but hissed.

"Thanks," he said, hand grazing over hers as he lifted the big tome and walked back to the desk.

"Now," she said, struggling to push down the effect he had had on her when standing so close in her space, "who wants to be Beatrice, the female lead?"

All of the female hands shot up instantly. She could hardly blame them. There was only one choice to read Benedick, and everyone knew it. Briefly she considered casting him as Claudio, or better yet, Dogberry, just to spite them all. For some reason the thought of him flirting in verse with one of these cloying little girls made her irritable. For better or worse though, her love of the play won out over her misplaced jealousy. Tom was Benedick, and Jamie, a quiet, studious girl Emily liked on sight was Beatrice. A ripple of resentment made Jamie shrink back a bit, but Emily still thought she was pleased with being cast. Who wouldn't be?

"Mr. Martinsson," Emily said as the closing bell rang, signaling the end of the class and the day, "please stay behind. I would like a word with you."

Rather than looking at all put out, Tom's face broke into that smug smile she were beginning to realize was a habitual look for him. She waited for the mob of loitering girls to finally take the hint and reluctantly leave before shutting the door behind him and turning to see him perched on the edge of her desk.

"I was hoping you'd keep me," he said confidently. "I thought you might."

"Yes well," Emily found her mouth was dry and suddenly regretted closing the door. It would look foolish to open it again though, so she tried to pull herself together. "I think we need to talk about your behavior."

"My behavior?" he asked, looking amused.

"Yes, it was highly inappropriate for class," she scolded.

"What was? My pointing out that you were attractive?"

"Among other things. Flirting with me, kissing my hand," somehow when she listed his crimes they didn't sound nearly as bad as they had seemed at the time. If any other student had acted in such a way, she realized, she would have laughed it off and set them in their place. It was only because it was him, so attractive and utterly beyond her touch, that it was a problem.

"I apologize if I embarrassed you," he said, which wasn't really the point. "But you must know that you are very attractive. Very desirable. I would have to be blind not to notice it."

"Tom - I just said -"

"That it was inappropriate for class. We're not in class now. And you can't tell me you're not attracted to me as well. I can tell."

"That's not the point. You are a student. A child."

"I'm 18 last week," he corrected, sounding offended. "And you can't be older than 25. That's hardly enough of a difference to matter."

"There are plenty of attractive girls your own age," she said, hating them all.

"Stupid, vapid girls," he muttered.

"I'm your teacher," she said again, wondering who she was trying to convince.

"Then you don't want me to kiss you?" he asked, hopping off the desk and suddenly standing very close and towering over her.

"It's not appropriate," Emily gulped out, repeating herself.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Look, I'm not saying you're not attractive," she licked her lips and struggled to keep her thoughts together as he took another step towards he.

"You think I'm attractive?"

"You know you are, that is not the point."

"And what is the point?"

"The point is, it's wrong!"

"The point is, you want me to kiss you."

"Tom. Mr. Martinsson -"

"Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me, and I'll stop."

His hand had circled around her and was somehow at the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him. He was enveloping her. His scent, his body heat, his bright, accented eyes, all clouded her mind and made it hard to think. His head was moving towards hers, and she knew it would be a kiss to make her toes curl.

"You're wrong," Emily gasped, closing her eyes and waiting for his lips to meet hers.

"Liar," he whispered, a mere breath away from her lips.

Dropping his hand, Tom stepped away and smiled down at her with something close to scorn in his eyes.

"I expected more from you," he told her. "I hope next time you can be honest with us both."

As she struggled to return her breathing to normal, he turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Emily reeling.

***

"How'd it go?" his director Jonesy asked him again, making his teeth clench.

"As I said," he repeated. "Just the never ending tedium of high school. God, the U.S. version is even worse than ours was!"

"Beginning to regret asking for this?" Jonesy chuckled.

Tom considered it. He had been excited when he was cast in the new film being directed by an up and coming indie director. He was young, and what few jobs he had been given had been in period pieces of the waistcoat and ascot variety. Playing a troubled teenager in a gritty coming of age story was not something he wanted to let pass him by.

Still, considering that his own education had been at the posh British public school of Eton, proverbial School of Kings, he had been feeling ill prepared for the role. To rectify the problem, he had asked to be placed in an American school for a month. The first day had certainly been an eyeopener, that was certain.

"No," he said. "Regretting the homework though."

"I thought you were supposed to be a troubled kid," Jonesy laughed. "Blow it off!"

He agreed with a laugh, but knew it wasn't quite true. There was one assignment he planned to do to the best of his ability. Shakespeare deserved no less, and neither did she. Miss Temple of the lovely legs and expressive eyes.

He had thought her a student at first, and was disgusted with himself for how attracted he was to her. The pretty skirt was just short enough to show her knee, and the blouse hinted at enticing curves that he couldn't help noticing. When he realized she was in fact the teacher, and a Shakespeare teacher at that, he couldn't resist. He was supposed to be a dramatic kid, very well. He would use it to his advantage. It had almost killed him to flub the line near the end, but he didn't want to show his hand as an actor on the first day and ruin all the work the studio had done to arrange this for him.

He hadn't really expected her to respond to him. When she did, even though she tried to fight it, he could feel the electricity. He had not been so drawn to a woman in ages. Damn the stupid disguise!

He had wanted to kiss her desperately. Added a year to the age he was meant to be playing in an attempt to convince her it was not the worst idea in the world. He knew she had wanted it too. It was only his strict code that had made him pull back at the last minute. She said no, even if they both knew she didn't mean it. Very well, he would just have to try harder next time. It would lend some excitement to what had so far been a less than thrilling assignment. He would learn about American high school life, and she would be his sweet reward. It was only a matter of time.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston rpf #Young!Tom Hiddleston #YoungActor!Tom #teacher/student #but not really #he is in disguise for a role #eventual smut #fluff #angst #forbidden relationship #shameless flirting #Tom does not play fair #dream inspired

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Excuse me?

Well, well, well. Here we are. It’s an amazing day. Yesterday, I hit 500 followers. 500 people want to see my writing and general nonsense? Are you sure you lot are not lost? Well, regardless of if you’re lost or not, you’re welcome in my humble digital home. Grab yourselves a drink, take a seat and curl up by the fireplace with a good story.

To celebrate, I’m doing something I’ve never done before. I’m hosting a writing challenge. Below you’ll find prompts. The first 20 are dialog prompts and the last five are more situational prompts. You can totally overlap a dialog prompt with a situational prompt or take one of either.

Of course, should someone who isn’t following me wishes to participate, feel free. No minimum word counts and no maximum though please use a ‘read more’ line if you go over 500 words. Reader inserts and OC’s are welcome, Marvel or RPF for any of the Marvel actors. Feel free to go dark, go smutty but please do warn accordingly.

Tag me in your fics, drop me a message if you don’t think I saw your posting and tag it #Kitkats500

**Edit because I’m a idiot** Due date is 4/9- my wedding anniversary because why the fuck not. Send me a ask or drop me a message with what you want and who you’re writing, if you know already. 

Now, before we get to the prompts, I want to just thank @winterisakiller, @tnystrk-exe, @just-the-hiddles, @dangertoozmanykids101, @nonsensicalobsessions, @hopelessromanticspoonie, @coyotesongwriting and everyone else who’s been there for me either for a little while or the long haul over the last two years. Special shout out to @acoholic-muffin, my first regular reader, how you found me so long ago, I have no clue but thanks for sticking around for the ride. <3

1)“Wanna get married for the gifts and the tax breaks?”

2) “Can we cuddle?” @fyrecrafted w/ Loki

3) “Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

4) “You’re teasing me again…”

5) “The nights still young.” @catsladen w/ Tom Hiddles 

6) “Are you hitting on me?”

7) “Is that a new perfume?” @voila-tout w/ Loki

8) “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”  

9) “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” @hopelessromanticspoonie w/ Loki

10) “I wish we could live together already.”

11) “Did you do something different with your hair?” @finchbaggins W/ Tom Hiddleston x ofc 

12) “You’re so beautiful.”

13) “Stop being such a goddamn baby.”

14) “I’m pregnant.” @winterisakiller Tom hiddles x ofc

16)“ Car sex looks so much easier in the movies.” @just-the-hiddles w/ Tom Hiddles

17) “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

18) “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” @nonsensicalobsessions w/ Loki

19) “It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?” @nildespirandum w/ Loki

20) “You know what? I was wrong. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.” @xoxabs88xox w/ undecided  (Oh my god, this one has all the angsty potential I can’t waiiiiit)

Situations:

21) We’re brushing our teeth together and I’m struck by the thought that we look good together in the mirror. @myoxisbroken w/ Loki (Completed)

22) I’ve become so accustomed to touching each other that I don’t even realize we’re constantly doing it until we’re alone and you apologize @toozmanykids with Oakley 

23) Sending funny photos to make you laugh when I know you’re with people

24)I’m pretty sure we’ve been flirting for the last five minutes and I’m pretty sure I don’t want it to end

25) Laughing at your really lame jokes and bad puns

#Kitkats500 #500 followers #what the heck #holy shit #are you lost?

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Personal trainer

Summary: Chris Hemsworth is your new personal trainer. It doesn't sit well with your boyfriend Thor, until it does.

Warnings: 18+ smut, threesome?

Pairing: Thor x Reader, Chris Hemsworth x Reader?

Square filled - Rivalry

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo Please read warnings before proceeding.

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Flames of anger and jealousy grew bigger and bigger inside Thor as he watched you chatting so animatedly with your new personal trainer Chris.

He couldn’t wrap his head around why you needed one in the first place, in his eyes, you were perfect just the way you were.

But he went with you to the gym religiously, insisted on staying ever since you got a new trainer, even though it was against the gym policy. Nobody really felt brave enough to ask the God of Thunder to get out of the place.

The way you giggled and casually touched his biceps or hit him on the chest every time Chris made a funny comment made Thor’s blood boil. He had an effect on you just as much as he did on every other person in that gym. The women did their level best to strike up a conversation any chance they got, while the men took it up as a challenge, the man was intimidating, but undeniably the hottest trainer you had ever laid eyes on.

You were about to finish a set when Thor walked in to check on you under the pretext of getting you a bottle of water.

“Alright give me ten more (Y/N).”

“I already did like a hundred. Leave me alone.” You joked, panting loudly as you wiped sweat off your forehead, chest heaving while you laid on the mats.

“Ten more no excuses. I’ll take off my shirt if you do it properly.” Chris sent a wink your way, holding your knees in place and fixing your stance for the last ten crunches you were about to do.

“Oh you just want to show off those perfectly chiseled abs.”

You finished the set and exhaled out loud, tired after that grueling core workout he made you do, when Thor walked in.

“I don’t see that shirt coming off Hemsworth. A promise is a promise.”

Your teasing was the first thing Thor heard and he didn’t like it.

“What’s going on here?”

“Oh hi! Uh nothing, Chris made me work hard today. I was just asking for a reward.”

You went over to the Asgardian, stood on your tippy toes and pecked his cheek.

“I’ll take my clothes off for you when we get home, my love.”

Thor’s voice dropped as he spoke, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you closer, not bothered about your sweat-covered body.

“Well let’s get going then.”

Your flirt was cut short when Chris joined you two, Thor’s grip on your side tightening, not that you were surprised.

“Great job today (Y/N), you killed it, like always.”

“More like you killed me. It was a great workout Chris, thank you. You’ve met Thor, haven’t you?”

“Yes of course. How are you mate?”

“Perfect. Now do I get to take my girl home with me?”

“Ah she’s all yours. We’ve had our fun.”

“What does that mean?”

Chris held his hands up in surrender as Thor narrowed his eyes at the man, he clearly disliked the guy and made no attempts of keeping those feelings to himself, the situation begging for you to intervene.

“Alright that’s enough. Chris, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Thor reluctantly let you go as you hugged Chris goodbye, keeping an eye on his hands the entire time to make sure they weren’t going where they were not supposed to be.

.

“Are you being serious right now?”

You demanded as Thor kept his eyes on the road as you drove home, not meeting your gaze, his jaw clenched. It had been a fun workout session and Thor was getting on your nerves with his childish behavior.

“I do not like that man.”

“Well I do.”

Your deliberate comment was laced with irritation, but there was truth to it. Chris was a nice guy and all you wanted was for Thor to get along with him.

“You like him? More than you like me?” He didn’t sound hurt, it was just an unnecessary overreaction which angered you further at this point.

“Right now with the way you’re behaving? Yes!”

You probably shouldn’t have said that, but well you did.

That kept him silent for the entire ride home.

It wasn’t until late in the evening that the pouting and moping God of Thunder found you and apologised for his irrational outburst. Not only did he make up to you, he made sure you remembered who you belonged to, a workout you definitely appreciated more than the one you had in the morning.

.

“Look at you all cute in your workout clothes.”

You giggled as Thor stepped out in his attire - a T-shirt that perhaps was too tight to contain the rippling muscles of his physique, and pants that hung low over those hips but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chris was coming over to your house today and you had planned to go for a little hike along a trail with Thor. It was about time the two boys learned to be comfortable around each other and not start a pissing contest every time they met.

“I’d prefer being called handsome, my love.”

“Promise me you won’t get all crazy and jealous when he arrives.”

“I wasn’t jealous, I just don’t like him getting his hands all over you.”

“Thor!”

“Alright you have my word.”

Just as you were pecking his lips, the doorbell rang causing Thor to pull you in for one last searing kiss and making you giggle before you ran to open the door.

“Well hello! Welcome to our humble abode.” You joked, giving Chris a side hug and inviting him in, knowing Thor was lurking behind.

“Thank you (Y/N) you’re looking great. I see those squats working wonders.” He winked, joining in your laughter before Thor made his presence known.

“Thor! Nice seeing you again. I didn’t know you were joining us today.”

They shook hands like civilised men before turning to you.

“Yeah I thought it’d be a good idea to do this together. Shall we?”

“After you, my lady.” Chris bowed and gestured for you to take the lead, as you did, Thor slipped in his hand into yours and clasped it firmly.

.

The hike took thirty minutes to reach the summit, but Chris had managed to turn it into a workout for you, making you jog the entire length not once but twice. By the time it was finished, the two men weren’t phased however you were left a sweaty panting mess, hands on your knees as you glared at them.

“It’s not fair!”

“Alright I’m going for another one.” Chris announced, racing back down alone while Thor made sure you got some water as you perched yourself on a large rock, watching the sun go down on the horizon.

Your Greek God of a trainer shortly returned sans his T-shirt, a self-confident grin adorned his face as he came to a halt right next to you.

Tiny beads of sweat made his body glisten in the golden light cast by the setting sun. The dips and plains on his torso enhanced, your mind was too busy making up scenarios where you ran your hands all over that perfect body.

Before you knew it, Thor was also shedding the fitted tee you’d made him wear, being nonchalant about it but you knew what was going on. Shaking your head was all you did because nobody was at a loss here. Being surrounded by two drop-dead gorgeous, strong and very shirtless men was better than anything else.

“Okay you two. If you’re done basking in all your half naked glory, shall we head home?”

Neither of them answered but made no attempts to put their clothes on either. You shrugged and stood up when the muscles in your legs screamed.

“Come on (Y/N), don’t be the odd one out. You know you want to.”

Chris gestured for you to take your tank top off.

“Oh there’s a lot of things I want…”

You bit your bottom lip before walking over to your boyfriend and asking your boyfriend to carry you the rest of the way.

Thor was more than happy to oblige.

.

It felt like a heady mixture, having the two men you desired the most this close to you.

You felt Chris’s hands move slowly along the side of your neck, down to your shoulder before sliding your bra straps off and letting it fall down your arms. All while your mouth moved in sync with Thor’s as he kissed you senseless, groping at your breasts over the fabric until it readily slid down.

You wasted no time in unhooking your lacy bra and throwing it blindly across the room. Your hands found home in Thor’s hair, gripping and pulling on the ends as your tongues danced in harmony until Chris covered your breasts with his large hands, those deft fingers pinching and rolling your nipples until they peaked and pebbled.

A sinful moan escaped your lips as the kiss broke, your head thrown back onto Chris’s shoulder as his lips found the heated skin of your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses while Thor watched, stroking his erection through his boxers.

The blurry but arousing combination of hands and mouths continued while you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, your panties a complete mess at this point.

Chris let his hands slide lower, along your stomach and down into your panties all while Thor had recaptured your lips and was claiming your senses.

Your wet folds were played with agile fingers and your arousal was gathered between them before two of those fingers entered your warmth.

The stretch felt wonderful as you cried out, your voice muffled in the kiss. The two burly gentlemen touching and kissing everywhere, worshipping and devouring you.

Thor moved down to close his lips around your nipple, licking and sucking languidly while Chris worked his fingers inside you at an equally slow pace, stretching you out and getting you ready.

The Asgardian slipped his hands behind and squeezed your cheeks before finding your puckered hole, rubbing along the entrance and making you moan loudly in wanton need.

“Chris…”

“My love.”

“Quit teasing you two…”

“(Y/N)?”

“Mmm..”

“Wake up, my love.”

You were dazed and disoriented when your eyes fluttered open. Thor’s concerned figure looming over you as you slowly came to your senses and realized it wasn't real. A wet dream featuring the love of your life and the man you were shamelessly lusting over.

“It was a dream.” You muttered, repeating it to yourself as if reminding you that it could never happen.

Thor’s hand slid down your body and between your legs where your arousal was evident. You’d slept naked tonight, which meant the sheets were probably ruined. A smirk formed on his face as his fingers teased your glistening folds.

“Just a dream..could be a reality if you want.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Good thing he’s sleeping in the guest room.”

My first time writing for Mr Hems. Thots???

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