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ancientwastedlores · 3 years

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Undone by “Darling”

REQUEST (from @november-solarstorms): Celebrating another year of this earth being braced by Tom Hiddleston's presence! Lol. Might I make a prompt request? I feel as though it would be interesting to read from Loki's POV to explore the dynamics between him and a human female who is just as intelligent as he. She has a sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Her sarcastic and clever nature enable her to out-banter Tony Stark, the king of snark himself (may he rest in peace). But she is also just as flirtatious and salacious. She never blushes, never falters, and is incredibly clever. You can decide the nature of their encounter. Really im just in it for a good game of cat and mouse.

A/N: Okay, I had SO MUCH FUN writing this!! And yeah, this will run a bit longer than my usual fics lol. Also, there IS a Loki POV, just keep reading thaaanks <3

WARNINGS: none.

WORD COUNT: 1,932

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Undone by “Darling”

17 hours and 6 white chocolate mochas later, it was finally ready - an upgraded version of Corvus Glaive’s glaive, this one spec-ed out to your fancies and requirements. It was a beast, and definitely not something Nick Fury would ever let you play around with, even if you made it.

Satisfied with your work, you remove your safety goggles and grin at Stark, who is working on his own weapon he scavenged from the Black Order.

‘I’m done!’ you say triumphantly, causing him to look up and groan. ‘How did you finish before me!?’ he lowers his glasses and looks at your weapon. ‘I’m smarter’ you say. ‘I went to MIT’ ‘And I didn’t, yet here we are, both in the same lab’.

He shakes his head, not unlike a petulant child, causing you to laugh.

‘How far along are you?’ you ask. ‘Still running diagnostics’. ‘Still!?’ ‘Have you seen the size of his hammer?’ he gestures to Cull Obsidian’s chain hammer on his work table, but the innuendo doesn’t escape you and you grin at him. He facepalms. ‘Y/n, for god’s sake...’ ‘You’re just tired, or you’d appreciate the joke too’.

You stretch your weary body and let out a deep breath. You’d test the weapon out tomorrow, but for now, you need a nap.

‘Take a load off, Stark. Hammer’ll be there tomorrow’. ‘Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you...’ he puts his goggles back on and get to work.

Loki’s POV:

Humans are surprising, but I always knew that. I never thought them boring, even if my brother says I do. Humans are of so little power but such incredible resilience that it’s frankly astonishing. I am inclined to believe that sometimes resilience is just stupidity... in most cases, I am right. But that’s not to say I haven’t come across some truly brave people.

Take the Avengers Tower, for example.

Just in here, you have Y/n, a brave soldier with the mind of an intergalactic scavenger, and I do mean that as a compliment. She’s awfully clever, she can build better than Stark, and has a track record of finishing every mission to perfection and before time. And then you have the Super Soldier Steve Rogers, a big muscled, big hearted idiot who often mistakes challenging our enemies for bravery and morality.

The two couldn’t be more different, but they get along like siblings. Not siblings like Thor and I... better adjusted, perhaps.

They sit in front of me, talking about some mission while they play Chess. Her moves are quick but calculated, his take more time because he’s more interested in telling his story than playing the game.

‘...so there I am, no weapons, no shield, bang in the middle of the Serpent Citadel...’

He’s a good storyteller, I’ll give him that. But not as good as Y/n. She paints quite a picture, full of delicious gory details and horribly dark jokes.

‘Steve, you have to pay attention, you’re losing’ she says. ‘Yeah, I don’t actually know how to play chess, I just wanted you to listen to my story’.

She looks up at him, almost offended. ‘STEVE...’ ‘Cool, I’m gonna go wrap Stark into a game of Battleships and tell him about my fight with Copperhead’.

She laughs as he leaves the room, and she puts the chess pieces away.

‘We could play?’ I ask her. ‘Is the God in a mood to lose?’ ‘Over confidence isn’t attractive in anybody’. ‘Oh darling, neither is telling someone what is and isn’t attractive’.

She’s never called me that before, and in the context it should seem cutting, but it isn’t. ‘Darling?’ ‘Problem?’ ‘It’s quite a term of endearment to set someone straight’.

She says nothing.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ I tease her. She only smiles and continues putting the pieces away neatly. Stark’s chess set is gold and black, all individually carved pieces. The pawns are all Iron Man suits, but that’s to be expected. She handles them with the care Stark would.

‘I mean...’ I continue, ‘honestly, if someone heard, they’d never let you live it down’.

And she carries on, unbothered.

‘Y/n!’ ‘Oh dear, look at you come completely undone with just one term of endearment’ she comments, shutting the chess set. ‘Whatever would happen if I held your hand?’

The very thought of it seemed to drain my brain of blood. I unwillingly glanced at her hands, working the lock mechanism of the box, her blue veins prominent.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ she asked.

I stood up, the human emotion of embarrassment becoming too familiar for me. ‘I’ll have to see you at lunch’. ‘Sure, darling’.

Oh, I hate how she’s enjoying this.

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The next day, Y/n booked a training room to test out the Glaive, and Stark had a rusty but working chain hammer. Steve insists on trying it out anyway, and now our breakfast is being spent on discouraging him from doing that.

‘Guys... if nothing else, I’ll still have my shield. Let me test it out!’ ‘Y/n’s glaive cuts through Vibranium, you know that, right?’ Stark says. ‘Y/n wouldn’t do that’. ‘Oh yes she would’ Y/n says nonchalantly as she sinks her teeth into a bacon and egg sandwich.

As she does, the yolk runs down her fingers. She makes a sound at the inconvenience and sets the sandwich down, then grabs a napkin. I’m hardly ever crude, but the energy it took not to take her hand and lick off the yolk myself could burn every star in the galaxy.

Captain America scrunches his nose at her remark, severely offended.

‘In any case, that shield barely covers your giant body. It will force Stark to make you a new one’. ‘What do you care about his giant body’ Stark says. ‘It’s America’s ass, Tony’ she takes a sip of her iced coffee. Steve blushes, and Tony rolls his eyes.

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The training facility is magic, of course, somewhere between a mirror dimension and Wanda’s reality powers creating a safe cocoon inside the building so no one can be harmed. Y/n hardly trusted anybody to fight with her except Thor, but given the nature of Corvus’ Glaive, she knew magic would be required.

And so she called me.

After getting into my battle armour, I stepped into the facility, equipped with my sceptre and the teachings of the witches of Asgard.

She whistles as I walk in. ‘Trying to distract me from killing you?’ ‘Are you?’ I ask. She’s dressed in a black bodysuit, details of purple in her belt and weapon harnesses. ‘Why yes, I am. Glad you noticed’.

The glaive is on the floor, and she stomps her foot on one part of it so it swivels up and neatly places itself in her hand. She smiles.

‘Try to keep up. I’m not just looking for eye candy in a training partner, darling’ she says, getting into battle stance.

With nothing left to say for the second time this week, I aim the sceptre at her and the stone at the end glows.

She charges and I shoot at her, but she spins the glaive and creates a shield which absorbs the energy.

She continues to charge at me. I shoot again, and again the glaive takes the hit. Not a scratch on her.

Once she comes closer, she simply places the flat end of the weapon against my chest, sending me hurtling back into a wall.

She spins the glaive and laughs.

‘Compliments of Wakanda. It absorbs any hits and charges up with kinetic energy’.

I get up on my feet. This is far from over. I create multiple illusions to surround her, all of them brandishing knives, Chitauri tech, and sceptres.

‘Damn, suddenly my whole evening has opened up’ she says, looking around.

Even my clones look around at each other puzzled.

‘Come on then, who’s up?’ she spins the glaive around. ‘One at a time or all at once, baby’.

They charge at her, and I expected her to fight them off at once... instead she plants the staff on the ground and ducks, and a semi-circle shell grows from the top of the staff, down to the floor... like a mini fortress, completely impenetrable. It could, no doubt, continue to take hits and build up kinetic energy, so I call off the clones.

She gets up and retracts the shell. ‘Nanotech’ she grins at me. ‘The whole shell sits in a disk. It can withstand bombs and even a moon’. ‘Is there any tech you haven’t adopted?’ ‘I’m an intergalactic scavenger, aren’t I?’

I stare at her, horrified. Can she read minds?

‘Maybe I can. Or maybe I heard you tell Stark when he was complaining about me finishing my weapon first’.

Silence.

‘Also, darling, you’re awfully predictable in your fighting’.

She picks up every trick and tech she sees, so beating her is less about weapons and more about cunning.

No problem. Cunning is my specialty.

‘Ready now?’ she asks. ‘Mhm’.

She takes a deep breath to ready herself, her eyes shutting slightly. Once they open back up, she stares in shock.

In my Jotun form, I give her my most menacing smile.

She cocks her head to the side, studying my icy blue skin.

The illusion I cast of myself approaches behind her, dagger in hand. Once it’s close enough and I can almost taste my victory, she raises the glaive and in one swift motion, sticks it into its abdomen.

The illusion disappears into green light.

‘Cute’ she remarks. She points the glaive at me. ‘What else you got for me?’ I shift back to my Asgardian form and sigh. ‘You win’.

Y/n laughs and lowers her weapon. ‘Oh darling, I won the second you walked in wearing all that leather’. She winks at me, then walks out of the facility. I feel a blush creep to my face, much against my will.

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‘Maybe you should stick to your guns, Tony’ Y/n says, ‘Fancy suits is it for you, chain hammers may be overshooting it’. ‘Is that what they taught you in the back alley you learnt ironmongery from?’ ‘Yes! Do you want their number, I’m sure they’ll have a spot on the waiting list for you’.

Ah. Y/n’s relationship with Stark seemed more like mine with Thor. While they banter, Steve and Natasha tear up from laughing. I wouldn’t go so far as to call this domestic, but it certainly is comfortable.

‘Come on, the glaive can’t be that good, right Loki?’ Stark asks.

The company looks at me expectantly. ‘To say her weapon isn’t good enough means to insult your own tech, Stark. Everything about it is founded on your theories’.

‘So technically, it’s my brain that made the glaive so cool’ he tells Y/n. ‘Yeah, you could say that. The glaive comes from the same mind that manufactured Captain America’s dinner plate’.

Steve doesn’t find that one funny, but Natasha does, sending her into peals of laughter.

‘Oh whatever’ Tony huffs. ‘I’m going back to the lab’.

He stands up and Y/n grabs his arm. ‘Aww Tony, I’m just kidding!’ she pats his hand, ‘Look, you’re a brilliant inventor, we all have our slow days’.

He sighs and nods, and holds her hand. ‘Thanks... I guess I’m just not in my element, you know?’ ‘Yeah...’ she keeps patting his hand.

And the feeling of domesticity creeps in. We really are all a family. Y/n smiles encouragingly at Tony, and Tony seems more relaxed.

‘So, you want me to get you the number of that ironmongery, or...?’ ‘OH FOR...’ he snatches his arm away and storms out of the room, with Steve and Nat losing it all over again.

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fanficshiddles · 4 years

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Strip Poker, One Shot

So a while ago someone messaged me suggesting about a one shot where Tom? Or Loki? Can’t remember… is playing strip poker with an OC or reader? but when she has no more clothes left, he starts adding toys etc… I went for Loki anyway.

Finally got round to writing said one shot. Hehe! Enjoy! I dunno how to play poker, so… just roll with it. And it’s long, I should’ve split in two… ah well!

Smut ahoy!

I knew Loki was up to something, I could tell by the way he was skulking around the place. No doubt looking for mischief.

‘If you’re planning on dragging me down with whatever it is you’re plotting, you can think again. Stark still doesn’t trust me with his car after what you did to it.’ I muttered, not even looking up at him while I lay on my stomach on the carpet, reading my book.

Loki’s chuckle reached my ears as he straddled over my bum, his hands gripped my sides as he leaned over me. His hair was tickling the back of my neck as he looked at what I was reading.

‘You’re reading that silly wizard book again?’ He scoffed.

‘If Harry Potter was real, you’d have no hope, mister.’ I turned the book over and put it down, then I managed to roll over underneath him, his hands sliding over my body and landing on my hips again.

He raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Are you seriously comparing my skills to that of a puny Midgardian wizard?’

I knew I’d touched a nerve. It was fun to wind him up, especially over something that questioned his power. We often had this game of poking fun and teasing at each other. Since my arrival to the Avengers tower, I was told almost daily how Loki came out of his shell more. Apparently, I brought out the best in him.

But in reality, I had just treated him like anyone else. I didn’t recoil in fear when he entered a room. I didn’t blame him whenever something bad happened. Although, admittedly, he is the first one to be blamed when there’s any kind of mischief going on. But he always owns up to that proudly. We were really close friends… Sometimes I wished we were more, but I never told him that. Too scared it would ruin what we had. Even though he was a huge flirt, I just assumed that was in his nature.

I shrugged and gave his arms a pat. ‘Ok, ok. You’re probably right. You’d win easily.’

‘Probably right? I’m always right.’ He grinned.

‘Yeah, yeah… So, I’m not gonna get to finish reading in peace, am I?’ I asked knowingly.

He grinned down at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ‘Nope. I’m bored, I want to play.’

The way he said it and squeezed my sides at the same time made my stomach flip. But I kept focused. ‘Well, what do you want to do?’

‘Hmmm.’ He looked up, thinking. While he absentmindedly slid his hands just under my top, lightly stroking my sides. It wasn’t anything unusual with Loki, he was very touchy feely with me. Enjoyed hugging whenever possible, just touching me in some way seemed to make him happy. And I certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

‘We could play poker?’ He suggested, eyes lighting up again.

‘Alright. I’m not great at it, so you’ll likely win.’

‘Excellent.’ Loki grinned. ‘Just one thing, we will put our own spin on it… Let’s play strip poker.’ He winked at me and hopped up off me excitedly.

‘No, no, no, no! I’ll lose, spectacularly. And I’ll be naked while you’ll still be fully clothed!’

‘Oh come on, darling. It will be such fun.’ He had a pack of cards appear in his hand as he pushed the coffee table into the middle of the floor on front of me. Two wine glasses full of red wine appeared too.

I should’ve known he had a hidden agenda this evening.

I groaned and sat up, shuffling myself over to sit crossed legged opposite him. He flicked his wrist and had a chair slide over for him to sit on. And his full armour, cape and helmet materialised onto his body while he started shuffling the cards.

‘Don’t think so. That’s not fair! Look at all the layers you have. Change back!’ I demanded, folding my arms over my chest.

He chuckled wickedly, but to my relief he did change back into the all black suit he had been wearing a moment ago. But that’s when I realised, I was seriously under dressed as it was. Knickers, a bra, shorts and a tank top… That’s all I had on.

‘Have I ever told you how cute you look when you’re pissed off?’

‘Shut up.’ I huffed, grabbing my cards.

I was pleasantly surprised to win the first round. So Loki had to remove a piece of clothing. But the asshole took off his watch that was hidden under his sleeve.

‘Bastard.’ I muttered under my breath.

‘What was that, darling?’ He teased, hand behind his ear.

I glared at him the best I could, but he just laughed.

He won the following round, but I remembered I had earrings in.

‘I should make you remove both of them.’

‘Nu uh, you have way more layers as it is. Let me have this one.’

He nodded reluctantly. Probably knew he was going to win anyway.

After some more rounds, I was down to my underwear. Loki still had his shirt, trousers and socks on. He had used his tie as an item, a necklace I didn’t even know existed and his shoes. Whereas I had been barefoot so didn’t even have the luxury of socks to remove.

I felt slightly self-conscious, sitting there in my underwear on the floor on front of him. But the wine was helping greatly, especially because as soon as my glass was empty Loki filled it right up again.

The perks of having a magic God as a best friend were great at times.

‘Oh dear… Looks like I win again.’ He was unable to contain a big ass smirk.

‘There’s nothing else for me to remove.’

‘You are still wearing clothing, I can see with my very own eyes.’

‘Seriously? I’m not taking my underwear off.’ I whined.

‘Come on, darling. It’s just me. Nothing I’ve not seen before.’ He winked at me.

My face went bright red. He was referring to the god awful, down right most embarrassing moment of my life, where he had burst into my bedroom after returning from a mission that had went really well, and I was lying on my bed completely naked with a vibrator shoved up my fanny. I had just been about to cum, too.

And Loki being Loki, hadn’t even averted his eyes. Oh no, he had taken in the sight before him with the biggest grin on his face I had ever seen. It took me to grab the blanket and throw it over myself before he backed out of my room, but he didn’t even apologise.

We had never spoken of that moment, I was too embarrassed to bring it up. And Loki just never mentioned it, thankfully… Until now.

The wine had made me brave. So I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, I couldn’t look him in the eye though, when I took it off. I tried using my hair to cover my nipples, but it wasn’t really working.

‘Alright, let’s get the next one over with. Sooner you’re completely naked the better.’ I grumbled, downing more wine.

While I was looking at my cards, I glanced over them to look at Loki. He was peeping over the top of his, too. But his eyes were down at my breasts. I moved the cards strategically down enough to hide them from his view. He looked up and locked with my eyes, I could tell he was grinning. I could see it in his eyes.

To my relief, I won the next round. So he took off… a sock.

I groaned in utter annoyance as he made a big show of it, acting like it was a strip tease. He even tossed the damn thing at me, landing on my head.

I was desperate to win more rounds. But alas, I lost the next one. And he just eyed me up, waiting… I groaned and reluctantly manoeuvred my knickers off. I decided to get back at him, so I threw them at him. But he caught them with his lightning quick reflexes.

A sly grin formed on his face. ‘I think I shall keep these.’ He growled, stuffing them into his pocket.

‘That’s just… creepy.’

‘I am a creepy one.’ He winked.

The next round, I lost. Yet again. But I was half relieved, thinking it was over.

‘Alright! Well done, you win! I have nothing else to take off.’ I threw the cards down on the table and went to grab my clothes that I’d piled next to me, but as I reached out for them, they just vanished right through my fingers.

‘What the… Loki!’ I glared over at him and folded my arms over my chest.

‘We’re not done yet, love. Not until we’re both naked.’

‘There is nothing else for me to remove. What do you want me to do when I lose, take a shot?’

‘I have a much better idea than that.’ His tone was low and seductive, making me gulp as I squeezed my thighs together a bit. Glad he couldn’t see because of the table.

‘Wh… what might that be?’ I dared to ask.

‘We start… adding things to you.’ He then held up two pegs.

My eyes widened in realisation of what he meant. ‘I… No… that’s not fair.’

‘Are you bailing on me, darling?’ He raised an eyebrow at me.

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, or the throbbing between my legs that made me agree… But I put my hand out across the table and he dropped the pegs into my hand.

‘Wait… are these the clothes pegs from outside?’

Loki pursed his lips, trying not to laugh as he nodded.

‘Lord help me.’ I rolled my eyes.

I took a deep breath as I held one over my left nipple, but I found I was too scared to actually do it.

‘Have you never used nipple clamps or pegs before?’ Loki asked, so casually as if he was asking me about the damn weather.

‘No… I have not.’ I spat back at him, making him chuckle.

The hairs on the back of my neck went up on end as he got up from his chair and moved swiftly around beside me. Kneeling down, he slid a hand up my spine to the back of my neck, under my hair, and he gave me a gentle squeeze.

He leaned in and I felt his warm breath against my ear. ‘Allow me.’

A small whimper came out of me instead of anything intelligent. But he didn’t comment on it. I was pretty sure his god-like senses could no doubt tell I was aroused, all because of him…

‘They can be quite delightful when used right.’ He spoke low as he turned his attentions to my breasts.

I thought he was just going to clip them on, but instead he decided to tease me. He lightly stroked the tips of his fingers over my nipple, making me gasp. It hardened far too quickly, making me curse myself.

He stroked over it a few times, then used his thumb and forefinger to pinch. Making me whine as it felt like a jolt went right down to my clit.

He attached the peg to my nipple and moved his hand across to my right nipple. To repeat the action. But it didn’t take near as long this time, as I let out a whimper and my eyelids fluttered in response to the pleasure, right before he clipped the second one on.

‘There we go. See, this is such a good idea.’ He kissed my temple when I grumbled in response, trying to remain pissed off with him.

But in reality, I wanted nothing more than for him to just get naked too…

It was difficult to focus with the pegs on my nipples. It was a strange sensation, one that I was finding I rather liked… Which surprised me. I had expected it to be painful and uncomfortable.

Unluckily for me, I lost the next round too.

‘Ooooh, what shall we add next?’ Loki playfully tapped his lower lip, as if deep in thought. But I knew the asshole knew exactly what he was going to give me next.

He held his hand up and my eyes widened when steel ben wa balls formed in his palm. He rolled them about between his fingers, grinning from ear to ear. ‘How about these?’

‘Oh god.’ My cunt clenched at the thought of them.

‘That I am.’ He smirked and stalked back around towards me.

‘I can put them in myself.’ I squeaked, my voice much higher than I had meant it to be.

‘Are you sure? They need to be in properly… My fingers are much longer than yours, I can make sure they get to where they’re supposed to be.’ He purred, his voice like utter sin.

‘Well… When you put it like that.’

He spun his finger, motioning for me to turn around to him. I uncrossed my legs and turned to him. I spread my legs open and tried to hide the embarrassment that coursed through me. But looking at Loki, all I could see was… lust in his eyes as he eyed me up thoroughly.

‘Raise your knees, put your feet flat.’ He tapped my ankle and I did as he asked.

I moaned when he slid his fingers down me, I bit my lip to try and stop myself from making anymore noises. I was so aroused it was humiliating.

‘My my, someone is excited.’ He hummed, stroking my clit slowly.

‘Just… do it.’ I said through gritted teeth, closing my eyes.

I yelped a little when I felt the harsh cold of the first ball press against my opening. It was quite large and heavy, but Loki pressed it right in. Then the second one joined straight after. Loki wasn’t quite done yet though, he slid two fingers into me and pushed them around a bit, pulling more moans and whimpers from me.

‘There… In the right place now.’ He curled his fingers against my g spot as he slowly retracted said fingers from within me, making my legs tremble.

As he stood, he sucked his fingers with a moan and went back to his chair. I could see the very evident bulge in his trousers now. And that made me even more excited…

I shuffled back round and crossed my legs, but just doing that action made the balls move inside of me. One of them was pressing right against my g spot in my new position and I nearly lost it completely.

‘Delightful, aren’t they?’ He grinned at me.

I ignored his comment and with shaky hands I picked up my cards that he had dealt me. I had to keep breathing deeply, because otherwise I was worried I was going to cave and start touching my clit to orgasm because the balls just felt so bloody good. I couldn’t resist slightly swaying back and fore, I thought unnoticeably. But Loki noticed. Of course he did.

‘Enjoying yourself there, love?’ He teased.

‘I… yes, I am actually.’ I huffed at him and made my move with the cards.

‘How the…’ I trailed off when I realised I had lost the round again.

‘Surely there’s nothing else that can be…’ I trailed off when I looked up at Loki and saw him holding some weird vibrator. ‘added…’

‘What’s that?’ I squeaked.

‘A clitoris vibrator. This hole here, hugs it nicely and there’s tiny little vibrators just inside that will tantalise your lovely little nub.’ He slid it across the table to me.

‘What, you’re not going to help me with it?’ I raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled. ‘Trust me, I will be helping plenty in a moment.’

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously, but I picked up the vibrator and studied it closely.

‘How am I going to get to keep it in place while playing cards with both hands?’

‘That’s where I shall come in. Trust me. Put it on.’ He licked his lips.

I knew I was far too gone anyway, so why stop now? Clit stimulation was just what I needed.

The table shielded his view of me while I opened my legs and got the vibrator into position. It was quite easy because my clit was peeking out, simply begging for some attention. Poor little thing. The hole on the vibrator fit snugly over it. I let out a small sigh as it turned on and vibrated over it, almost completely encasing it like a sucking motion at the same time.

That’s when I noticed Loki’s magic on the vibrator. When I let go, it stayed in place and intensified in vibrations.

‘Oh fuck!’ I moaned and threw my head back.

The balls inside me started moving about a little, I realised that no doubt they had his magic in them too. Because there was no way they should be moving that much.

I knew there was no chance I would be able to focus on the card game now, especially when Loki ramped up the vibrator on my clit, making me howl in utter pleasure as I came. I started falling over onto my side, but Loki quickly came over and sat behind me, pulling me back into him and cradling me into his embrace as I kept shaking through what felt like a constant orgasm.

Loki smoothed my hair back from my sweaty forehead as he wrapped his other arm around my middle, keeping me against him as my hips tried to buck up in pleasure.

‘This is such a delightful prize for winning.’ He purred, kissing the top of my head.

‘L… Loki…’ I panted, unable to say anything else but his name.

It was safe to say, that soon after, Loki stripped naked too. Not because he lost any rounds, but because he had another game in mind as he teleported us back to his room for the night.

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sabine-leo · 4 years

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Light my fire... Part 1 of 2

Summary: Tom is one of your best friends for years now. After his stint on Broadway he is back on home soil and accepts Benedict's invitation to join him, Sophie, you and 3 other friends on a long weekend getaway in Scotland´s Highlands. Are the both of you ready to notice that you have missed each other more than you might have wanted to admit to yourself?

Genre: Friends to lovers, FLUFF, Fun and Flirtation

Author: @sabine-leo

Part: 1 of 2

Wordcount: 2573

Note: Thank you for all the comments, notes, pm´s and reactions to the little teaser of this story. I do hope you like Part 1 !! Comments, likes and reblogs are soul-food and very much appreciated! THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Even though he had wanted to decline this invitation at first, he had to admit that he was happy to be here now. The setting could not be more oppositional to his bygone living arrangements in New York the past months. He had loved the buzz of the never sleeping city, the walks with Bobby in Central Park, the excitement before going on stage on Broadway or the view he had out of his apartment window. But breathing in the crisp, clear air that smelled of nothing but natures purest, unpolluted breath was cleansing and calming in a way that was very welcomed by his body and soul. With a smile on his lips and a visible puff of air out of his lungs he saw six figures approaching the deck of the cabin he was standing on. Laughter carried a great length when no noise besides natures own music was there to distract the ears from it. Tom hid his hands in his pockets and watched his friends come closer, the smile on his features getting bigger and more earnest in its depth.

He had missed them all!

The tallest figure of the bunch stopped short for a second and Tom could hear the deep chuckle before a happy statement made him laugh.

“Look who finally made it! Mate you missed one hell of a hike!”

Tom started to move and went down the few steps to greet Benedict with a warm hug.

“Seems like it. I already unpacked and got a decent nap in while waiting for you bunch. Did you get lost in the Highlands?” Tom grinned and patted his friends back.

Benedict leaned in with a laugh and stage whispered “Remind me not to give the map of trails to (Y/N) next time.”

Both men laughed when they saw your slightly flushed face.

“I got us back in one piece, didn´t I?!” You asked with a grin ruining your try on a stern face.

Ben chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, you did, but only because this is the only smoking chimney around.”

Tom hid his laugh and hugged you next.

“Hey Tom!” You smiled into his embrace and he inched you a bit closer against his warm, snuggly jumper. Taking in a deep breath.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He responded with a smile and whispered

“Good thing I lit a fire then…”

Laughingly you wiggled out of his embrace and swatted the chest of your dearly missed friend.

His following laugh warmed your half-frozen body.

“Make fun of me as much as you like. I am going to take a hot shower and snuggle close to the fire for the rest of the night!”

“WORD!” Sophie jumped in and greeted Tom as did the other three who had already arrived this morning. Ben kissed his wife and lead the way into the big cabin that would host them for the next 4 days. “You lasses go take that shower. Lads we are going to prep Dinner and start the night with a good bottle of Covo Bianco.”

“Oh god no!” Tom laughed and followed his friends inside.

Ben hugged him again. “Glad to have you back on home soil my friend.”

Showering did take a bit longer than usual but finally your legs stopped feeling like getting pinched by thousands of needles. The prospect of good food, lovely company and a lit fireplace made you get dried and dressed instead of jumping into the cosy looking double bed directly.

Well, hopefully good food. There were 4 men cooking after all, two of them probably knew how to PLAY a chef but besides Bolognese Toms skills in the kitchen remained more useful for breakfast than Dinner. At least he said that himself. When you walked into the open space kitchen you started to laugh nearly directly. Sophie was already taking over and banning the men to set the table, stir the sauce and stoke the fire. Tom tried to set a foot in front of the oven to look at the steaks but the stern looks on Sophies face made him surrender with raised hands, retreating slowly with a charming grin. When he turned, he stood directly before you and tilted his head.

“Quick. Let me safe you!” His hands softly grabbed your arms and pushed you backwards out of the kitchen. You chuckled. “I think I would have survived.”

Toms smile got even more handsome.

“You don´t know that. Plus, I´d rather have you help me find the wine cellar before Ben really breaks out the Covo Bianco!” Before you could argue Tom had your hand in his and headed towards the stairs. “Really? You did hear that I nearly got us lost in the Highlands today?” You asked with a laugh.

Tom stopped short with a chuckle and you ran into his chest.

“This is a cabin…” he started with an amused look down on you, keeping you close with a hand on your hip.

“A big cabin…” You interrupted.

“Agreed. A big cabin. But it is not as vast as the Highlands.”

The face you made teased a chuckle out of him.

“Come on (Y/N). Help a friend out…”

“There are probably spiders down there…” you whined.

Tom laughed out loud.

“Undoubtedly. Highland-spiders are monstrous. Now follow me into the darkness. I swear to protect you with my life.”

“You are an idiot!”

Tom turned and squeezed your hand. “An idiot you choose to befriend years ago and one that missed you after your too short a visit to Broadway.”

“You could have missed me 5 more minutes and explore the cellar on your own Hiddleston!”

All you got was a dark chuckle and a squeeze of his big hand that held yours in a firm but tender grip while he led the way downstairs.

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Benedict grunted when he sat down, a glass of wine in his hand.

“Blimey, could you hold my wine for a second dear?”

He handed his glass to Sophie and grinned.

“Good thing that we all know each other so well and don´t have to be all prim and proper!”

“What are you doing Ben?” Sophie looked at her husband who just that second opened up is belt and the first knob of his trousers. With a relieved grunt he took back his glass and winked at his wife.

“SO much better!”

Tom chuckled from his spot on the sofa. “I see you threw composure out of the window for tonight…”

Ben huffed but before he could answer to Toms quip you leaned over Jack, who sat in the middle, a little bit and lifted Toms jumper. “Don´t get all patronizing Hiddleston. I saw you open up your own button before dessert!”

And right you were. His trousers had two open knobs letting his Calvin Klein´s peek out.

Tom grabbed your wrist. “You did not…how could you betray your best friend like that?” he rumbled darkly with a glint in his eyes.

Benedict, grinning broadly, lifted his glass. “Always remember Tom: The only substitute to good manners are fast reflexes!” Laughs that erupted from everybody and Jack leaning forward to grab his own glass broke the contact between you and Tom but you felt his eyes linger on you when you got up some minutes later. Ben and Sophie were talkatively prepping a game of Pictionary. You walked behind the sofa to grab yourself a glass of water in the kitchen when suddenly Toms big hand closed around your wrist and tugged you down. “Teasing me, (Y/N)?”

You snickered. “You started it when you pretended, I had a spider on my shoulder down in the cellar.”

Toms thumb ran circles over your pulse. The waft of his cologne and his chuckle did not go unnoticed by you. He tugged you down even further and placed a quick peck on your cheek. “I missed that.” He whispered and let go of you slowly. You smiled and touched his shoulder while standing up straight.

“Missed you too scamp!”

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“Banana! Moon!... Fruit bowl?” Christine jumped up and down hectically. Tom lifted an eyebrow.

“Fruit bowl?! Seriously?”

“Na-ah. No talking.” Ben chastised and you could not hold back your snorted-out laugh.

D-I-N-G. Time was up. Tom fell back onto the sofa with a roll of his eyes.

“Who´s idea was it to draw upside-down?”

“Yours Mister Hiddleston. You wanted to -up the challenge- after you and (Y/N) beat us all bloody.” Ben grinned. Tom started to smirk and laugh. “I did not know that we also had to switch partners at this time. No offense Christine…” Christine smiled. “Non taken. But what did you draw there?”

“Lokis helmet…” You said while nipping at your drink, sitting opposite Tom with Sophie by your side. Christine frowned and turned her head sideways. “Oh dang.”

Tom beamed at you and you winked with a soft smile.

It was the last game for the night. Ben and Sophie bid their good nights with grins on their faces, stating that this would be their first kids’ free night since months. The rest moved closer to the fireplace. Enjoying quiet conversations or the crackling of the fire accompanied by the soft music Tom had put on. Christine, Jack and Philipp shared the sofa. Tom lounged in a wing chair closer to the fire and you had made yourself comfortable on the ground with a cushion. Your back leaning against Toms chair in between his legs. The warmth of the fire made you sleepy after the day outdoors and a phenomenal dinner shared with the people you cared about. Your head fell back against Toms leg. The soft chuckle when he leaned forward and his long fingers brushing your hair to one side made your eyes open up again. “Come on darling, I´ll walk you to bed. Otherwise you might get lost in this big cabin.” He teased and chuckled when you ungallantly snorted.

“I´ll find my room, thank you very much!”

Tom smiled and breathed a kiss into your hair.

“Alright, then help me find mine?”

“Can´t move…too tired…” You responded with a little grin and closed eyes. Tom rolled his beautiful blue orbs in playful exasperation and flung a leg over you to get out of the chair. Bending down he grabbed your hands with his and tugged. “Arise oh trail-finder. It will get cold down here when nobody is there to keep the flames crackling.”

With a moan you let Tom tug you up. Unsteady and tired as you were you bumped into him.

“Sorry!” You mumbled but Tom only laughed and turned you into the right direction.

“Good night everybody.” He said and followed you out into the hallway.

When you had found your room -after you accidentally opened up the door to the storage closet- Tom leaned in and hugged you close for a lingering moment.

“Sleep well darling.”

“You´ll find your room?” You asked sleepily and held on a second longer.

His chuckle vibrated through your body.

“Yes, it is right next to yours.”

“The storage closet?” You grinned against his chest.

“The other door…” he chuckled again. “…Stop teasing me and get some sleep.”

“You´d have to let go of me for that.” You looked up and the twinkle in your eyes made Tom bite his lip. “Reluctantly…but ok.” He smiled and stepped back a bit rubbing your arms before walking towards his door.

“Tom?” you said halfway into your room.

“Mhmm?!”

“Glad you are back…and decided to come here.”

Tom smiled and tilted his head. “Me too…sweet dreams darling.”

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Morning came too soon and with it the crisp, chill air through the slightly open window that woke you. The sheet was heavy and warm. So much so, that you did not want to part with it when you climbed out of bed to close the window and grab some clothes before you´d head into the shower. Reluctantly you parted with it three minutes later and quickly tiptoed your way into the hopefully warm bathroom. Still sleepy, you placed your fresh clothes onto the heating unit and got rid of the worn Loki shirt Tom had gifted you some years ago.

It was your favourite shirt to sleep in.

The click from an opening opal glass shower door did not at all sound alarming to your still sleep-hazy brain. But when a deep voice cleared it´s throat with an unmistakable glee to it you turned around with a shocked expression. Your hands desperately grabbing the Loki-shirt to cover your naked breasts.

“Good morning darling. Would you pass me a towel please? Or did you come in here to join me?”

Toms grin got bigger when he saw the shock on your face and his alter ego currently pressed against your breasts. He had gotten a good look on your naked back and the flimsy material covering your fine behind…even when he really had tried to be a gentleman and avert his eyes but failed miserably in nanoseconds.

You could not help but notice his wet hair dripping onto his lean torso. His groin was still covered by the opal glass door by the way he was leaning out sideways.

“Oh my god I am so sorry!” You blurted out.

Tom laughed a soft little laugh and looked into your eyes.

“I don´t think that this god is particularly sorry…I rather thinks he likes the place he´s being pressed at.” I know I would like it…he thought.

“What?” You got out not very eloquently.

Tom laughed again, this time a bit more mischievous and with an accompanying wink when he nodded his head towards the Loki-shirt.

“OH!” You looked down on your shirt and blushed.

“So, towel or joining me?” He dared to say with a grin on his handsome face.

You threw him the next best towel in your reach and missed the playful sad huff he gave before he disappeared fully back into the shower. He stepped outside the next second. Still dripping wet but the towel wrapped around him. Low. Very low. The V shape of his hips in good display…as were his trained abs. You stood there, still clutching the shirt against your front and stared when he walked over and leaned towards you to grab his stash of clothes on the stool behind you. A drop of water fell out of his wet hair directly onto your collarbone and slowly made its way down your still dry skin. From the feel of it you could have sworn that it would evaporate any second because your skin felt as if it was on fire. When he straitened again, he grinned at you and gave a quick peck to your cheek, tugging softly at the shirt you were holding onto like a life-jacket.

“Pick me up in my room before you head for breakfast?” His quiet, deep voice caressed your ears. The breath from his spoken words tickled your shoulder.

“Uh-huh!”

Tom smirked and walked to the door. He had almost closed it behind him but lurked in again.

“You know…That is a rather glorious purpose he is burdened with!”

Your brain really was not working properly this morning because you threw the Loki-shirt towards Toms face. When you noticed your mistake, you made a run for the shower and yelled.

“Close the damn door Hiddleston!”

“From the inside or the outside?” Was his laughing reply before you heard the door fall close.

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officialleehadan · 4 years

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Hello darlings! Wow, what a ride this Prompt Month has been! I'm sad to say that this is the last Prompt of Prompt month. Time to start thinking about your next Prompts for September!

This story was brought to you by Mark! Thank you so much for your support. It's always a delight to see your comments!

Prompt: The Last of Loki's Brood. A regular human tries to mug Tom.

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“So, this isn’t your brightest idea,” Tom said, far too casual for a man with a gun pointed at him. “Are you okay? Do you need help?”

The man with the gun was, hilariously, a normal human mugger. Tom was in the city, running a few errands he tended to put off as long as possible. Unfortunately, he made the mistake of cutting down a back street to save time. As soon as he was out of sight of the main road, the mugger decided to jump out at him.

He should probably be worried, but considering his world now included the family drama of literal gods, he thought he was justified in being somewhat underwhelmed by a human with a gun.

The mugger was not thrilled by Tom’s lack of response.

“Gimme your wallet!” he said again. By the red around his eyes and the frantic way his hand twitched, he was well past strung out. Poor man. Tom wondered if it would be possible to talk him down enough to get him some professional help. He had a friend or two in the city who worked with recovering addicts. “Hurry up! I’ll shoot!”

“I’m sure you will,” Tom said soothingly, and slowly held up his hands. He didn’t actually have much in the way of cash on him, but if it would make this poor man leave without shooting him, he would hand it over. “If you’re in trouble, I can help you.”

“Stop talking!”

The mugger brandished his gun again. The shadows behind him shifted in a decidedly intent sort of way and Tom sighed. “This isn’t going to go well for you.”

“I said stop talking!”

“Alright, well, I tried to warn you.”

A growl echoed out of the shadows.

The mugger blanched white, which, if Tom was being honest, was a reasonable reaction, all things considered. There weren’t many people who heard that growl and lived to tell the tale.

The growl of Fenris Wolf had a way of lighting up all the ‘oh god I’m prey’ signals in the human brain. Tom firmly stifled his own instinctual reaction to run for the hills.

The mugger, who knew only that something big was suddenly very definitely behind him, froze on the spot.

Fenris himself stepped out of the shadows, still growling. Even as a human, he stood a solid six feet with plenty of change, and could be politely described as having the general build of a brick wall.

With his fur-collared leather jacket, thick red hair, and heavy steel-toed boots, he was exactly the sort of person that nobody reasonable wanted to meet on a dark night.

Tom privately thought it was funny that people were so afraid of him as a human. They should see him as a wolf.

Fenris loomed closer, somehow completely silent despite the trash-strewn alleyway. Everything about him screamed ‘predator’. Tom choked down his need to run away, and stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Have you ever heard of the Fenris Ulfr?” Fenris asked, his voice more growl than words. “ Do you know the story of the wolf who tried to eat the sun?”

“N-no…?” the mugger said. His gun hung limp in his hand, and his face was as white as paper. “I don’t- I don’t want trouble.”

“Shouldn’t have tried to mug my friend here,” Fenris said, and smiled, showing all his teeth.

Tom couldn’t help himself. He snorted a laugh. “My, what big teeth you have.”

“The better to eat the world, my dear,” Fenris said smugly, and leaned in close. The mugger stared up at him, white visible all the way around his eyes. “Run, little man. Before I huff, and puff, and blow your house down.”

The mugger, at the end of his courage, bolted. Tom waited until the sound of his footsteps faded before he cracked a smile. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“Eh,” Fenris said, almost all of his menacing aura gone now that he no longer had someone to terrify. “You were doing fine. Anyone who looks Thor in the eye and threatens to feed him to Jör is a human who doesn’t fear other humans.”

“I don’t fear humans. I do, however, have a healthy respect for humans with guns.”

Fenris roared with laughter and clapped him on the back hard enough to make Tom stagger, but it was all in good fun. The wolf didn’t always remember his own strength, but he had never hurt Tom, and Tom was oddly confident that he never would.

“You’re a ballsy one,” he chuckled when Tom led him out of the back street and back into the flow of traffic. While not a small man himself, Tom didn’t have half the aura of ‘death on paws’ that Fenris did. As it happened, that made walking a great deal easier all of a sudden. “I see why Hel likes you. Now, I’m hungry, and if I remember right, there’s a buffet not far form here that hasn’t banned me yet. What do you say to some meat on a stick, eh?”

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The Last of Loki’s Brood:

Cassandra Brann is a Troubled Student. She is difficult, at best, defiant at worst, and has more secrets than a dozen spies.

And her family is worse.

BeLIEve Me

Family Gathered

Red-Gold and Silver-Grey

Prophesy Unheeded

Strength in the Dark

Queen’s Blessing

Bigger Fish

Life Once Lost (Subscriber Only!)

A Touch of Normal (Subscriber Only!)

Thunder Son

Goddess Boon (Subscriber Only!)

Coffee and Tea (Subscriber Only!)

Sucker Punch (subscriber Only!)

Gold Glow

Weapon Unspoken (Subscriber Only!)

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cora-notovrloki · 5 years

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Daddies finding out you’re held hostage would include…

So sorry I haven’t been so active! I decided to come around with a short ‘would include’ requested by @anartistnamedoro. some of the daddies have a little bit of angst to it so bear with me if it’s a rough ride... i decided to put James Conrad aside for this one because of a writer’s block, maybe there could be a one-shot for him afterwards, but i hope you enjoy it ✨

Tom Hiddleston:

Tom would be absolutely horrified when he hears that you are held hostage by his anti-fans

They were threatening him to retire and never reveal his face on the mass media, otherwise you would be badly hurt

He was full of rage, ready to hit them with a chair, or anything near him

but he knew that doing anything irrational will get you more hurt so he doesn’t act out in a violent way

He calls for help, eventually the police and the press know about it now- they never specifically said anything about the police

Tom insisted on going with the police team, thinking it was least he could do to help (like mental support)

so they break into the room that you were kept in, with several bruises and tied to a chair

you whimper, crying out Tom’s name

While the police team is busy arresting the anti-fans, he and the medical team help you onto a stretcher

“Darling, you’re going to be all right, I am so sorry you had to go through that because of me. I’m so sorry.”

“I-It’s all right, Tom. I’m fine, re-really, you don’t have to worry about-”

You black out in the middle of the sentence, your grip on Tom’s hand losing its force.

When you wake up, you’re in a hospital bed, with Tom still holding your hand, dozing off on a chair next to the bed

you give him a little squeeze to tell him your consciousness

he wakes up with a start, looks at you wide-eyed, and tells you

“You are the strongest person I’ve ever encountered, love. I am so sorry, and I’m so grateful that you’re still with me.”

Loki Laufeyson:

First of all, Loki would lose his temper right away

You would be taken away by the Chitauri army, ordered by Thanos

But to retrieve you he would have to bargain his way through

He is full of rage and he would probably take his anger out on some innocent ornaments or something

After being in full-blown anger, he then paces back and forth brooding

then concoct a plan in his head

He goes alone to Thanos’s layer, and he is already sitting on his throne, smiling smugly. Next to him were you, muzzled and tied in a birdcage

you cry out in sight of Loki, but another zap from a guard’s spear makes your legs crumble

Striding towards him, Loki looks confident, challenging even

he tries not to show weakness in front of Thanos to succeed in his bargain

“You’re late, trickster.”

“I believe you have something that belongs to me, mighty titan.”

“Then you must serve me purpose in order to retrieve what is in your posession.”

“I will grant you my service. I, Loki, prince of Asgard, Odinson... the rightful king of the Jotunheim... god of mischief... do hereby pledge to you... my undying fidelity.”

“Very well,” Thanos says. “I will hand you my side of the bargain. Release her.”

The guard opens the cage door and zaps you once again, and you fall tumbling out of the cage crying

Quickly, Loki sweeps you off your feet and teleports away before Thanos or the guards could do anything

You arrive in Asgard, holding tightly to Loki

the confident prince was nowhere to be seen- instead he looked broken

“...I thought I lost you, pet.”

“But you lost something in return...”

“All the price i have to pay to keep you safe.”

Thomas Sharpe:

You were the first wife that Thomas ever felt true love towards (even before Edith let’s say, when the Sharpes didn’t come up with the poison plan yet)

But Lucille couldn’t take it

It wasn’t a part of the plan, but she knocks you out by hitting your head hard, then ties you up in the cellar

Your husband hasn��t seen you the whole day, and asked Lucille if she had seen her

Thomas soon finds out when Lucille brings him down to the cellar, where you were strapped up almost dehydrated

“It’s time, Thomas, don’t you think?”

“N-no, not yet... Not her-”

“Oh, have you gotten weak now, my dear brother? How can you be so sentimental? You’ve already got me...”

Thomas hesitates

“I, I love her, Lucille. I can’t do it.”

“Love? You have to remember Thomas that this is only temporary. Our love is unconditional and immortal.”

He frowns down at you, shaking

the he kneels down in front of you and kisses your cheek and you could feel a drop of a tear rolling down his

“I will never forget you, my love.”

Then you feel a sharp pain and a warm sensation on your chest. You look down and there’s a blotch of crimson growing

Adam:

Some of the zombies who knew where Adam lived also knew that you were living in the same place

One evening they knock you out and take you away, blackmailing Adam to share his new music

Once he sees the threat he flips and goes charging into an abandoned factory you were held captive

when the captors see him barging into the place the one who seemed to be in charge steps up and stands right in front of Adam

“So, let’s hear some music? Can’t ignore a legend forever.”

“Let her go-”

“All I hear is you complaining. I wanna hear some real-”

“You are going to regret you ever laid a finger on my girl.”

Adam grabs the back of his neck and sinks his fangs into the zombie and he cries out, with his limbs flailing around helplessly until he falls to the ground

the gang of zombies attacks him, some of them with bare hands and some with knives

His supernatural speed knocks everyone out, then comes for you to untie you from the ropes

you don’t say anything- the zombies didn’t hurt you but you are exhausted honestly

“You- you should have been more careful, my dear.”

“It’s not my fault they drugged me and took me away, Adam.”

“Still... Please be more careful. It’s agonizing enough I cannot protect you under the sunlight. I don’t want to lose you like this.”

Robert Laing:

At first, he would have to have a few moments digesting the fact that you were taken by the people from the upper floors

He tries to remain calm, but he soon breaks down

First, he goes up the elevator in his clean suit and formality and while searching through the floors find you on the top with four old men tantalizing you in your underwear, with utter humiliation

The sight was horrendous for Robert, but he tried to maintain his politeness and asked the upper-classmen nicely

“That’s my lady over there, and I would like for her to be dressed and let free, thank you.”

“What, and miss all the fun?” A man said, followed by a boom of laughter from the others.

“I won’t repeat myself anymore, I ask you, let my girlfriend go.”

“She is far too much of a beauty to let go, maybe you could join in the fun! A young chap like you can-”

Robert swings a punch at the man, seething

you cry out from the chair, begging for your release

the others gang up on Robert, but them being quite old, it was easy for your boyfriend to single-handedly knock out all four of them

“How dare you humiliate Y/N, you meaningless scums!”

“Robert-”

He snaps out of his violent trance then rushes back to you to untie you and cover you with his jacket

“Dove, let’s go down and take a bath. Don’t talk, I’ll take care of you.”

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catchester · 4 years

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12 Days of Christmas

Title: Twelve Drummers Drumming

Authors: @evieplease and @catchester

Which character: Actor!Tom and OFC Rocky

Genre: Humour/Explicit

Fic Summary: Tom and Rocky spend their first Christmas as a couple and Rocky meets Tom’s Mum for the first time. Expect 12 gifts, too much boozy, bad puns and lots of fun!

Rating: Mature

Previous Chapters: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17138390/chapters/40304798

AN: Well, we just scraped it in on the 12 night (as long as you don't live in the UK) and we have a special little epilogue planned, which we hope to bring you tomorrow.

Also, sorry for not tagging directly, but tagging seems to work much better for @evieplease than for me.

12 Drummers Drumming

When I told Tom to bring his guitar he knew I had something musical planned but I could see him becoming confused when the cab drove us away from the centre and towards Croydon. He held his tongue until we parked in a very nice new development of town houses and flats.

“Okay,” he said, looking around as he retrieved the guitar case from the boot while I paid. “I give up, why are we here?”

I just smiled and took his arm, tamping down my own nervousness, leading him to one of the new townhouses and ringing the bell. It was opened a moment later by slim, sandy blonde man in a black t-shirt and faded blue jeans.

“Rox!” he said with an enthusiastic smile, leaning forward for a cheek kiss. I never liked that nickname, but he was family so he got a pass . . . sometimes. And since he and Dave had allowed me to hijack their evening at the last minute, he definitely gets a pass tonight. Though I did wince at the name.

I turned to Tom, just in time to catch his smirk. I knew he was filing ‘Rox’ away in that prodigious brain to use in some future nefarious plan. I would, if the situation were reversed, after all! I warningly narrowed my eyes at him, and his smirk grew wider. He knew I couldn’t do fuck all about it at the moment.

I dragged myself back into the moment. I do want him to like my family, and my family to like him. Right, so.

“Tom, this is Ryan, my brother-in-law.”

Tom had to switch his guitar to shake hands but he professed he was pleased to meet him. He even managed a warm smile for Ryan, while shooting me a glare that promised retribution for not warning him that he was about to meet my family.

Ryan shook Tom’s hand and then froze, giving me wild eyed look as he twigged to Tom.

“Oh, Rocky you’ve outdone yourself! Dave is absolutely going to shit! I can’t believe you brought Loki home! No wait. Yes I can.” Dave shook his head and grinned at Tom. “Come on in, Tom, you’re just in time for the fireworks!”

Ryan offered to take our coats and Tom’s guitar.

“What can I get you to drink?” Ryan asked Tom, then listed off the wines they had available.

“Whatever’s open is fine,” Tom smiled, as we seated ourselves on the sofa and Ryan headed off into the kitchen. Tom grabbed my elbow and hissed in my ear as soon as Ryan was out of the room..

“You didn’t tell your family anything about me?? Rocky...”

“Sure I did, Tom! I told ‘em that you’re wonderful and kind and fun. You make me laugh and you like me. What else do they need to know?”

Tom’s eyes softened. “Rocky, you…” he shook his head, apparently speechless. But I knew better. I was sure to hear about it later.

I flashed him a cheeky smile as we sat down. “I just thought it was probably best not to give you time to get drunk before meeting my family,” I teased.

The glare he levelled at me was slightly spoiled by the smile he couldn't quite repress.

“You’re here!”

We looked to the doorway where my clone stood, assuming I was 6 inches taller and 60lbs heavier. He also had short hair but the family resemblance was uncanny.

“You must be Dave,” Tom said, rising from the sofa to greet him.

“I am indeed,” Dave grinned, shaking Tom’s hand genially. “And I’ve heard an awful lot about you. All good, of course.”

Tom turned and gave us both some serious side eye, looking back and forth.

“Have you met your sister?” he asked Dave.

Ryan clapped a hand over his mouth and did his best to stifle a giggle and letting out a small snort over madly twinkling eyes, while Dave laughed ruefully.

“Too true, but ‘All I know is that you have dodgy plumbing and work away sometimes’ doesn't really sound very polite.”

I stood to reach up and kiss Dave hello. “And that’s why you haven't met my family yet, Tom,” I glanced at him and teased. “Let me just apologise in advance for my brother.”

“Right,” Ryan said as he returned with three glasses of red wine and a bottle of beer for me. He’d been a bartender in college so he could juggle far more beverage than the average Joe. “Can’t you lot stop sniping at each other for just one night?” he teased us.

“Oh please,” I smiled. “You give as good as you get.” I’d always liked Ryan.

“Yes, but I find it’s best to break new people in gently.” He tilted his head at Tom in a ‘sorry, mate’ eye roll.

“Oh, don’t worry about Tom.” I waved an airy hand. “He’s so broken in I’ve ridden him hard and put him away wet many times now.”

Ryan nearly choked on his wine and Tom couldn't stifle his laugh.

“She speaks the truth,” Tom agreed. “Although she could learn a little tact.”

“That’s what I keep you around for,” I explained.

“Well, don’t stand on ceremony,” Ryan gestured to the sofa behind us and as we sat down I heard a small ‘ding’ emanating from the kitchen.

“I’m up, I’ll go,” Dave offered since Ryan had taken a seat too.

“I knew I could smell something delicious,” I said as Dave went into the kitchen to serve the nibbles. “Ryan’s a caterer,” I told Tom. “A very good one too.” He’d catered a few prestigious events so he was used to acting naturally around famous faces, although his events tended to be business and politics more than theatrical, but he’s told us all about meeting Stephen Fry at one of his events.

“I can’t believe he hasn’t noticed yet,” Ryan whispered.

“I know!” I whispered back. He’d understand once we took him upstairs.

Tom looked slightly nonplussed by the conversation but he turned to Ryan with a friendly smile and asked, “What are we having?”

“Well given what Rocky said about tonight, we’re just having a series of finger foods, starting with mini kebabs marinated in satay and hoi sin sauce. The satay is a teeny bit hot but nothing most people can’t handle.”

“Is it just us?” he asked.

“While introducing you to my family really should be a one at a time thing to avoid premature ageing, Dad and Paul are still in Florida.

“Well they may have sun, but we have hors d'oeuvres.” Dave returned with a serving plate of mini kebabs, two small pots of extra sauce in the middle. He put them on the coffee table then sat on the sofa opposite us, next to Ryan.

“Rocky tells me you work in Finance?” Tom said to Dave as he helped himself to a kebab.

I jumped in. “Dear god, Tom, don’t get him started, we’ll be hip deep in spreadsheets!”

“It’s a little more sophisticated than that,” Dave rolled his eyes.

“What Dave, I keep telling you that one and one are two. Two and two are four. It’s not hard.” I teased him, tipping my glass at him.

Dave grinned back. “Bet you can’t tell me the square root of three, though!”

I opened my mouth and shut it. I had no idea. Dave took a sip of his wine and managed to look like the cat who got the cream.

Ryan laughed. “Do you want to tell her, or shall I?”

Dave toasted Ryan and snickered. “Be my guest.”

Ryan put a consoling arm around me. “Darling. Three is a square root,” he said gently.

“Well, shit.” The two men chuckled at me, but Tom winced. I knew he didn’t know, either. I flopped back on the sofa and scowled at my smartypants brother. For some reason Dave got all the maths in the family. Dad was right annoyed when he went into banking, instead of staying home and doing the books for the family plumbing business. But really, Dad’s very proud of Dave. And so am I, come to that.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” Tom tried being more direct this time as he reached for another kebab and offered me the plate.

Those things were moreish and I was tempted to hold onto the plate and finished off the remains. Good manners won out however and I returned them to the coffee table.

“She didn't tell you?” Dave asked playfully.

“No, she didn't,” Tom levelled a narrow eyed glare at me. “Secrets abound tonight, it seems.”

It was time to put him out of his misery.

“It just so happens that although he wears a suit and tie, and has the world’s most boring job, in his spare time, my brother here happens to be a world-class drummer.”

“Hardly,” Dave blushed. “But I enjoy it.”

“Don’t listen to him. He’s good. Really good, and I have the scars to prove it!”

“I can’t see any scars!”

“They’re all mental, dear brother.” I smiled sweetly and took a sip of my wine.

Ryan choked a bit. “Shall we get on then?”

“I thought you two could have a little jam session,” I told Tom.

“While Rocky and I will gaze on adoringly,” Ryan added, batting his eyelashes only slightly sarcastically.

“Oh no,” Dave shook his head. “If I have to play, you two have to sing.”

“I’m game,” I grinned. “Besides, we’re running low of kebabs,” I said as I popped the last one in my mouth.

“So,” Tom cleared his throat, “When do we start?” he said in his Loki voice, doing his best to suppress a smirk.

“All right,” Ryan stood up. “Let’s do this!”

Tom picked up his guitar from the hall and we all trooped upstairs. The Marvel posters lining the stairway and the upper landing didn't escape his notice and I could see the penny drop with regard to why Ryan as surprised Dave hadn’t recognised Tom.

“Who’s the Marvel fan?” Tom asked.

“That’d be me,” Dave answered. “Do you like the MCU too?”

“Well, I suppose you could say that, yes.” Tom blushed slightly but I don't think the boys noticed.

“I’ve got a collection of awesome memorabilia in the bedroom. I’ll show you once we’re done here, if you’re interested.”

“Are you indecently propositioning my boyfriend?” I asked innocently.

“No, but I do have a new life size cutout of Captain America that might tempt him away from you,” Dave fired back with a smirk.

Tom snickered. “I’m fairly sure that Rocky looks better in tights, mate! ”

“I can feel the righteousness surging! Let’s hear it for truth, justice, and the American way!” I did my best Loki impression, which was shite, but when I tried to walk backwards at the same time and nearly fell on my arse it got a laugh.

Tom lept forward and caught me. “Darling, that was pitiful! Are you sure you want to talk about our kinky bedroom habits in front of your brother,” Tom teased as we were guided into the music room.

“Our kinky habits?!” I tried to sound outraged.

Ryan laughed out loud. Dave narrowed his eyes..

“Wait, there’s an American Way?” He glared at Tom. “Just what the hell are you doing to my sister, mate??”

I clapped a hand over Tom’s mouth just as he opened it to tell Dave. “Now Tom, there’s no need to tell my brother just what you get up to in Captain America’s tights!”

Ryan held up a hand. “Right! That’s enough out of all of you! You’ll be giving Dave nightmares, and I need my beauty sleep!”

Tom didn’t let it go, though. He bent down and purred in my ear so just I could hear. “Don’t worry, darling, you will kneel for me later.”

Fuck me! My knees wobbled.

He, of course wandered off into the room without a care in the world leaving me feeling all hot and bothered on my brothers landing.

Bastard.

The largest bedroom had been turned into the music room and the walls were covered with some sort of soundproof foam. A large drum set took up about a third of the room, but there was also a keyboard against one wall, and a guitar propped up against it.

There were also two small sofas and a couple of stools, so obviously jamming sessions weren’t unheard of.

Tom looked around. “This is great, man!”

Ryan nodded. “Dave needed the space for his gear, so we use one of the smaller rooms for our bedroom.

“It’s a terrific set up!” Tom enthused. “Do you play the piano and guitar too?” Tom asked as he pulled his guitar out of its case and began to tune it.

“The guitar is mine,” Ryan admitted with a grimace. “I haven't been playing long, though.”

“The keyboard is something I keep meaning to learn,” Dave added. “Trouble is, the drums are just such good stress relief.”

“We’ve pretty much decided we’ll have to adopt some kids and fill out our band with them,” Ryan teased.

“The Osmond’s mark two,” I quipped.

“The family that plays together stays together,” Dave shot back, while Ryan clutched his head.

“Oh god no! Not the bloody Osmonds!

We all laughed.

“Go on then,” I gestured for Dave to play his drums as I took a seat on one of the couches. “I promised Tom drums, after all.”

“But what about the other eleven drummers?”

“Sorry. This is the discount 12th day. All the other drummers were sold out. All you get is Dave. But he can play Wipeout like he has twelve pairs of arms!”

“All right Oh, thanks very much, sister dear! No pressure there!” He sat behind his drum kit and looked surprisingly nervous. A few deep breaths, however, and he launched into the familiar opening bars of Wipeout. His hands and feet moved with a furious pace and at the correct time, Ryan jumped up and grabbed my hands and we both launched into a gyrating dance and sang along, sort of na-na-na-ing the missing electric guitar accompaniment. Tom joined in after a minute, riffing on his acoustic guitar. Who didn't know Wipeout?

At the end we all fell back, laughing and clapping. Tom got up and offered his hand for Dave to shake.

“I’ve got to say, I’m impressed.” He said that last in his slightly deeper Loki voice, but Dave was too busy blushing to notice.

“Thanks.” Dave had turned a bit pink around the ears. “It’s one of my favourites, so I’m very practised at it.”

“Very,” I agreed dryly.

Dave chuckled. “When we were kids I went a bit overboard one summer, obsessed with getting it right. One day Rocky got so fed up at hearing the same tune over and over she stormed into the garage and swore that if I ever played Wipeout again, she would get a gun and stab me to death.”

That story was one of the family staples now, Dave’ll be telling his grandkids one day about crazy, homicidal Aunt Rocky, no doubt!

“I’m not very coherent when I’m angry,” I shrugged. “And while we’re on embarrassing musical stories, I seem to recall you having a thing for Michael Jackson’s Man in the Mirror, only you kept singing, ‘and no moustache could have been any clearer’.”

Dave blushed again. “Oh please, I was only about 12 or something.”

“Yeah? I was 12 when you were driving me mad over wipeout, and you’re still telling the story!

Tom smiled and doing his Michael Jackson impression, carried the song on. “If you want to make the world a better place take a look at yourself and then make that... shave.”

We all laughed.

“Excuse me a second,” Ryan left the room.

“If you want to talk misheard lyrics, you can’t beat our dad,” I smiled at the memory. “You know that Abba song, Chiquitita? He always used to sing Chicken Tikka. ‘Chicken Tikka, tell me the truth’.” I sang.

“Our brother, Paul, has the best one of all time though,” Dave explained. “Everyone knows Bohemian Rhapsody but when Paul was about seven or eight, he kept singing, “Beelzebub has the devil for a sideboard.”

“Did you correct him?” Tom asked me.

“I was too young to, I didn’t know,” I explained. “And I think Dave enjoyed the fact he got it wrong.” I slanted a look at Dave. “In fact, I think Dave used to feed him wrong lyrics all the time. Remember ‘Scare a moose, scare a moose’?” I grinned.

“Bastard’s good at everything, I can’t enjoy the fact he fucks up such a well known song?” Dave growled. “I think he figured it out in his teens. I remember him being moody as fuck one day because his friends made fun of him for it. Now he knows better, but he does it just to annoy me.”

Ryan returned with a tray containing a selection of crispbread with various toppings, plus a pitcher of margaritas and 4 glasses. “Got to keep our strength up.”

“And our dutch courage,” I added.

“Absolutely! Citrus is good for the vocal cords, as well!” He grinned as he handed me a glass. “Right, what’s next?”

“Let’s do something we can all join in on,” Dave suggested. “Anyone know any Queen?”

“Not well enough to play without sheet music,” Tom admitted. “Unless, maybe Crazy Little Thing Called Love.”

“I love that one! It’s a great dance tune! What about it Ryan? I’ll take the low parts if you’ll take the high ones!”

“Deal!”

Mounted on the wall over the keyboard was a huge flat screen TV because Dave limed to practice with some musical accompaniment sometimes, and Ryan liked watching Youtube guitar tutorials. Oh, the things you can afford when you’re a DINK. For the uninitiated, that’s Double Income No Kids household, and Dave does not like being called that, but that’s mainly because he think’s the word dinky doesn't reflect well on his manhood. So of course I use it whenever I can.

Ryan turned the telly on and spoke his google search into the remote. They’re gadget freaks too. Just about every room has an Alexa. It wouldn't surprise me if she was even wired into some of their sex toys! EWW! No, no, nasty stray thought! Back to lyrics.

Even with the lyrics on screen, we still got some parts wrong because we were too busy trying to dance while seated and just generally hamming it up.

“I hear Adam Lambert might leave Queen and try going solo again. You should audition,” I teased Ryan.

He clasped his heart and uttered a gasp that would rival any of Ru Paul’s drag queens.

“Sacrilege!” he pointed at me. “Get this blasphemer out of my house this instant! Away, demon! By the power of Gay I command you, leave this place!”

We all laughed. His views on replacing Freddie Mercury were about on par with mine, only I wasn't quite so theatrical about it.

When we finally stopped laughing we continued disavowing any new iterations of Queen for a minute or two, then we discussed songs again.

“Hotel California,” I suggested, “Everyone knows that.”

“Not known for it’s drum solos, though,” Tom reminded me. “But if it’s for everyone,” he turned to Ryan. “Don’t tell me you haven't learned to play Hey Jude yet?”

“Well, it is one they usually teach beginners,” Ryan admitted.

“That’s a yes,” Dave explained. “Come on, if I have to perform, so do you.”

Tom handed Ryan his guitar and approached the keyboard.

“All right, I can take a hint.”

“How do you turn this thing on?” Tom asked, examining the keyboard.

“Need to turn it on at the plug.” Dave did it for him.

“My saviour is here,” Tom teased and Dave smiled. He got the marvel quote, he just hadn't had the second realisation yet.

Tom sat down and played a chord, which sounded like a church organ. He switched it to piano and tried again.

“There we go,” he smiled.

“Is this a Gibson?” Ryan asked, examining Tom’s guitar.

“It is,” Tom confirmed. “Beautiful instrument, you’ll love it.”

Ryan looked a little green around the gills and swallowed, probably understanding its worth. He slipped the strap around his neck despite already sitting down.

It had left me breathless for a moment when I realised how haphazardly I’d been slinging around a £2,000 guitar, but it had survived my laissez faire treatment, so I was fairly confident of its ability to survive Ryan’s playing.

Tom and Ryan played around for a few moments, familiarising themselves with their instruments. “Ready?” I asked when they quietened.

They nodded and I counted to four then began. We’d sung this fairly often as kids. Dad had an accordion and Hey Jude was one of his favourites, so I was fairly confident the words would come back to me. If not, I didn't expect to be the only one singing, someone else would pick up my slack.

There’s something about hey Jude, it just sort of unites people, like a world war two knees-up around the piano or something, except a totally different style.

Usually I thought the na na na nas went on a bit long for my tastes but I’d have been happy carrying on longer tonight. The final note held for four beats, then we all clapped.

“That was brilliant!” Ryan gushed.

“It was! We should form a cover band! We could call it Duvet!”

“Dung Beatles more like,” I joked.

“Scarabs, if you don’t mind, Tom said loftily.

“Oh we’re in treble now, boys!”

“Speaking of the Osmonds, and given geek boy here’s comic book addiction, we could be The Ozymandias… ians?”

“Not the snappiest name,” Ryan laughed.

I took a sip of my drink and helped myself to one of the last crispbreads.

The evening continued in a similar vein with Ryan regularly bringing fresh treats and drinks to keep us nourished and hydrated.

We played, drank, ate and sang for a good couple of hours.

Tom dropped a few more Loki hints but it seemed my brother was determined to remain as dense as Thor [Love it!]. Then Tom suggested Immigrant Song. It actually sounds really good on an acoustic guitar and Dave was able to provide drum backup, but I have no idea if he was true to the original or not.

Tom handled most of the lyrics but Ryan and I join in on the bits we knew—basically the ah-aah-aaaah-ah bits. Turns out Ryan can get that bit really high when you pinch him at just the right moment! When the song finished We were all smiling.

“I’d never really paid much attention to the lyrics before, but that stuff about hammer of the gods and what not, I can see why they used it for Ragnarok.”

And then I could literally see the penny drop as I watched the colour drain from Dave’s face. It was enough to gladden a sister’s heart!

“Wait, you— You’re not—? Holy fuck, you are!”

We all cracked up laughing, Ryan even clapped.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Dave rushed on. “It’s just with the ginger and the glasses and the tan you’re so. . . and with the black and pale skin he’s so. . .”

Poor Dave. I was going to pay for not warning him earlier but it’s a sister’s job to torture their siblings. And honestly, I really did think he’d recognise Tom instantly. He even had a Loki action figure for Christ’s sake!

“Sorry, mate. It’s all Rocky’s fault, you know” Tom ticked his chin at me.

I clutched my chest dramatically. “Under the bus! I can’t believe you pushed me under the bus, Tom!”

“Yes, well, I needed company under here, didn’t I?”

Ryan turned to Dave and slipped an arm around his waist. “They’re well matched, don’t you think?” They both turned to look at us. I stuck my tongue out at them.

Dave snorted, looking at Tom with pity and shaking his head. “Poor sod.”

Tom wrapped his arms around me from behind. “I know. But I like a challenge…”

I rubbed my arse against Tom and reached back to pat his bum. “It’s alright. He’s well up to the job!”

Dave groaned. “I’m going to need brain bleach after this night,” he muttered.

“Why don’t you play us some Hank Williams,” I suggested, to give Dave a chance to recover a bit.

Tom played Move it on Over which we didn't know but on the choruses we could just echo him and be his backup singers. Everyone knows Hey, Good Lookin’, of course, and then he sang Your Cheatin’ Heart, which we knew from Patsy Cline (our dad was a fan) but the words were the same so we joined in. Dave had even recovered enough by then to back him up on the drums.

After that Ryan and I managed to do Chasing Cars together. He’d been teaching himself the tune and I’d been obsessed with that song it first came out. Then Tom and Dave were forced by popular demand to play In the Air Tonight, and Dave made the most of his drum solo, expanding it.

“Couple of kids I went to school with had that song as their first dance at their wedding,” I laughed as I clapped. “I sat there trying not to giggle as they gazed into each other’s eyes while Phil sang, well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand.”

“Okay,” Dave held up his hand. “Worst first song to play at a wedding, winner gets the first serving of Ryan’s sinful sticky toffee pudding. Go!” he pointed at Tom.

“Uh . . . U2, I Still Haven't Found What I’m Looking For.”

His suggestion was greeted with a mixture of laughter and wincing ‘Ooh!’s

“Rox,” Dave pointed at me. “And no, you can’t say Phil Collins!”

“Ummmm . . . My Chemical Romance, I Don’t Love You Like I Did Yesterday!”

“Ryan.”

“Don’t Marry her, Have Me, by The Beautiful South.”

“You turn,” I told Dave.

“Lady Gaga, Bad Romance.”

Then the suggestions were just flying and I could hardly keep up with who was suggesting what.

Tainted Love by Soft Cell, D.I.V.O.R.C.E. by Tammy Wynette, The Human League’s Don’t You Want Me Baby... Jar of Hearts... What’s Love Got to Do With It?... You Give Love a Bad Name

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling... Another One Bites the Dust... Highway to Hell... I’m All Out of Love, anything by Adele, You’re So Vain… You Can’t Always Get What You Want... I Will Survive... Gold Digger by Kanye,

“No, I’ve got it,” Tom cut in. “Engelbert Humperdinck and Please Release Me, Let Me Go.”

“Step back!” Dave said.

“We have a winner!” Ryan finished for him. Everyone clapped and cheered.

We adjourned back to the living room for dessert, Dave and Ryan going off hand in hand to the kitchen to fetch it. They’ve been together for about five years now, and it’s good to see they’re still just as lovey and gooey as they always were.

Tom pulled me down onto his lap on the sofa, making me giggle and squirm just as the boys returned with the sticky toffee.

Ryan handed me a double sized portion on a single plate, and went to sit on Dave's lap with theirs.

Tom moaned out loud when I fed him a spoonful, and everybody cracked up. Except Tom, who was too busy having a food orgasm.

“That’s brilliant stuff, Ryan! Can I have the recipe?” I nodded my head frantically, my mouth too stuffed with deliciousness to speak.

Ryan chuckled as he fed another spoonful to Dave and listened to his own moan of appreciation.

“Nope. You’ll have to come back if you want more!”

Dave chimed in. “Oh yes, please do Tom! You can even bring my sister with you, if you must!” He leaned in confidentially, “Ryan only makes it for company, you see. It’s the only time I get it!”

Ryan rolled his eyes at Dave and turned his attention back to Tom. “But I’ll send the rest home with you, if you like.”

Tom popped the last bite into my mouth and shoved me off his lap, standing abruptly. “It must be getting awfully late! Don’t you think so, Rocky?” He stretched and yawned ostentatiously.

“Oh, um...yes.” I looked at my bare wrist. “Will you look at the time! I’ll just go get the rest and we’ll be off, shall we?”

Ryan laughed and shook his finger at us. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning on doing with my sticky toffee, you naughty things! Tell you what, I’ll even give you an extra pot,” he winked.

Dave thumped his head on Ryan's shoulder. “Ryannn,” he whined, “that’s my sister!”

Ryan turned his head and dropped a kiss on Dave’s head. “Oh like you aren’t planning something naughty for the extra piece I kept!”

Dave leapt up. “Here, let me help you with your coats! So sorry you can’t stay longer!”

Despite being hustled out we had hugs and kisses all around, and plenty of laughter.

“I like your brother. Ryan too. They’re nice chaps.” Tom said later as he was hanging my coat at his front door.

“Yeah Dave’s not bad. He got bloody lucky with Ryan, and he knows it too. Now, where’s that pudding? I have things to do with it!”

The smile on Tom’s face broadened into a leer. “Do you?”

“Yep. I have to give my boyfriend his just desserts for being such a good sport tonight.” I reached for the carrier that Ryan had given us, but Tom lifted it high over my head teasingly.

I narrowed my eyes at the bag. Nah. Too high. Well, if Mohammed can’t get to the mountain, the mountain will have to come to Mohammed!

“I’m not jumping for it!” I stamped my foot.

“But darling, it does such charming things to your...charms when you jump!”

I took a couple of steps back, and started to peel my jumper off. “Oh, I think my charms are fine just the way they are.” I reached back to undo my bra strap and the rustle of the bag hitting the floor signalled my victory. Darting under Tom’s arm as he lunged, I swiped my prize and scrambled for the sofa, holding the bag behind my back.

“To the victor go the spoils,” I grinned.

“Too right,” Tom smiled. “Looks like I win either way…”

I glanced down at the girls. My bra had slipped down under one boob and the shoulder straps had come down to bind my elbows. Well, damn.

Tom strolled in front of me, reaching a finger out to push my bra the last bit off my other boob. I could have easily struggled out of my bra, but Tom looked so happy, what the hell.

Still being in possession of the bag, I raised my head defiantly. “You want my pudding?” I asked.

“Darling, I would love your pudding. Name your price?”

“Hmm,” I pretended to think aloud. “Nice newish car on the driveway… Decent bank balance… Lots of designer gear… Hmm… I want…” I drew it out. Maybe there was a little bit of drama queen in me. “... A kiss.”

“One kiss?” he clarified and I nodded. “One single, solitary kiss?” I nodded again. “That sounds easy enough, deal.”

“Oh, I may have forgotten to, mention, this kiss has to make my toes curl and forget my own name.”

“Is that all?” he smirked. “I think I can oblige.”

Tom knelt on the floor, carefully taking the bag from my hand and setting it on the side table. He lifted his warm hands to cup my boobs, and I'm honestly not sure who moaned. His hands slid smoothly down my ribs to the waistband of my jeans and deftly undid them, pushing them down and helping me step out.

He nuzzled at the junction of my thighs and made a deep humming sound. Abruptly he stood and slung me over his shoulder. I shrieked as he grabbed the dessert bag and strode off to the kitchen.

He set me down on the edge of the table and opened the bag. “Now, let’s see what we can do with this…”

I opened my mouth to tell him just what he could do with it, but he beat me to it, sliding a finger full into my mouth and following it with his tongue. This time we both definitely moaned. God, the silky toffee flavours, combined with Tom’s tongue? Nirvana!

We giggled and fought a bit over the morsel, Tom trying to steal it back, but he conceded it at last and he let me swallow.

Putting a hand between my breasts he pushed me slowly back to lie on the table. I blinked up at him, still trussed helplessly in my bra, and licked my lips.

“Now I have you just where I want you, my pretty!”

I rather thought that I had him just where I wanted him! The bag rustled and he was dripping caramel sauce over my boobs with a maniacal grin. God, it’s cold! I shivered.

“Thank Christ he didn't make rice pudding!” I joked as Tom drizzled more toffee sauce over my nipple.

“But baked Alaska might have been fun!” Tom suggested.

“Thanks, we’ve done that—” My words cut off as Tom’s hot mouth wrapped around my nipple, sucking the sauce off and leaving me nearly dizzy with want.

Tom stood back to admire the artistic swirl of sauce he’d left on my body, and fortunately for him, to take his clothes off. I growled at him for taking so long and opened my mouth to scold him, but he popped another bite of the sticky stuff into my mouth.

“Hush now, Rocky! None of your lip, I’m busy!”

He planted a large hand on my torso and began to very delicately lick up all the sweetness from my body. Oh god, he was driving me mad.

Heat was flowing through my body, making me squirm and I felt Tom’s chuckle vibrating on my skin. When he lifted my hips and took a long lick and swirl around my clit I nearly came off the table.

Then Tom was pushing into me at last, leaning over me to kiss me as he thrust into me, rocking us both on the table. I could feel the coil inside me tightening and tightening, Tom’s breath harsh in my ear.

“Fuck, Rocky!” Tom’s burning eyes stared into mine and I couldn’t look away. His hand went between us, and at the first press of his fingers I exploded with a scream. Tom shouted along with me and I felt the hot wash of his release, both of us still grinding into each other the last little bit of pleasure.

“Oh,” I sighed, getting my breath back. “Thanks for pudding up with me.”

Tom chuckled at the awful pun. “I think you’re flan-tastic, Rocky.”

I groaned. “You know what this means,” I said with gravity.

“What?”

“We need a bath now.”

“But you’re cleaning the table!”

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Little Annoyances

@malina4ka requested were the reader gets jealous to tom/loki (I choose Loki) and reader is plus size? Requested before my writing prompts.

A/n: I know I said I wasn’t going to write anything today. But In my defense this was already written just had yet to post it.

Warning: Angst, jealousy, tint of fluff. Cruel words.

It was all fun and games drinking with the Warriors three, Sif, Thor and Loki. Most night at the tavern you ran. After your parents passed away the tavern had fell in to your lap. Even if that wasn’t what you wanted. After growing up with Sif and having the pleasure of playing with the prince’s as kids, you got to and had become friends with the brothers. Your dream was to be a worrier like Sif, but your brothers ruined that idea. As you were not as thin or lean as Sif. Or any of them.

Your thighs were thick, you chest was heavy and your ass like to knock things over when trying to squeeze through small areas. It wasn’t that you weren’t pretty. You had many guys eyes on you. But the one’s eyes you wanted on you, was that of the younger prince, prince Loki. He was tall, lean, with his raven hair and his beautiful green eyes. His quick wits, charm, and silver tongue. He was far out of your League. Sure the two of you were close and you swore he flirted with you, but then again you did tend to have your head up in the clouds when it came to him. Most girls would flirt with him if they didn’t have a chance with Thor or Fandral.

You never once looked at Thor or Frandral the way most girls did. Never once flirted with either of them, like others did. You were always jealous when a girl would go over and flirt with Loki. Most night he would never give them a chance, brushing them off. On rare occasion he may indulge, until they quickly showed just how dimwit they truly were. Which you loved seeing. Though on this night this horrible night, as it started out bad. Turned worse when you found out, through Frandral that both prince would have guests. Princesses from a neighboring realm. You hoped they wouldn’t come in to the tavern tonight. But as luck would have it, Thor came bellowing in. A beautiful girl wrapped around his arm. Eating up every word he spoke.

A few moments later Loki strolled in with an equally beautiful twig of a girl. Giggling annoyingly at something Loki must of said. Turning quickly way from so you wouldn’t look at him. They sat in their normal spot in the front of the room. You wished that one of your bar maiden hadn’t been sick. But here you were having to go and take drinks to both prince’s and then attempt to play nice as you took whatever order the two girls wanted. Oh this was going to be a long night.

“And then I just let go.” Loki smirked. Telling the young woman the same story you heard a thousand times. It was your favorite story he told. Which when you walked up with ale in your hands you over heard him tell her. She giggled annoyingly. Why did he have to tell her that story. Setting the drinks down Loki never looking up at you.

“Ah lady y/n. Could we get some wine for our lovely companions?” Thor boom as you walked up with the ale.

“Are you sure they’re old enough? I mean I do have water in the back. May have to fight the horses for it.” You said dryly. Loki raised an eyebrow at you. The one girl that hung all over Loki. Huffed. He was about to say something when Thor spoke.

“Ah, lady y/n for me please.” Thor chuckle finding your very sarcastic ton humorous. You nodded rolling your eyes just like Loki would on numerous occasions.

“Wouldn’t want to give them too much, that their tiny frame couldn’t hold that much wine.” You sat the small amounts of wine in front of the two women. They huffed looking at you.

“Rude.” One of them said with a mousy ton to her voice. The other on Loki’s arm had an equally annoying voice if not worse.

“Darling, be careful you appear unapproachable. “ Loki smirked. As he watched you carefully.

“Yet, here you are.” You mumble as you walked away. Back to your other patrons. Over hearing as you left, the one that was practically humping him say; are you going to let he talk to you like that. You are a prince of Asgard. Never hearing what Loki’s response was. An hour later you walked pasted with another round for the table next to them. Only to over here the bimbo on his arm say; you know if she dropped the attitude and lost some weight she would actually be some what pretty.

“I have a new language she can learn. It’s called silence. Maybe she can become fluent.” You grumbled as you gathered the empty glasses.

“Lady, y/n?” Loki called as you walked past. Ignore him, never once looking over your shoulder. He was most likely going to tell you to behave or something ridiculous. As it was obvious that, no matter how close of friend you were, he was not going to defend you. Well at least that’s what you thought. Never over hearing him put both girls in their place. “Y/n! Will you stop and look at me!” He half yelled as he reached for you. Setting the steins down you huffed.

“There is no need to repeat your self prince Loki, Ignored you just fine the first time.” You sniped. Not once turning around. It wasn’t until loki somewhat forcefully turned you around. Was when you realize that everyone was gone. Nor were you in your tavern. Loki had used his magic placing you outside the ally that was behind your establishment.

“Darling, what had gotten into you tonight? I’ve never seen you act like this no matter how rude the person is.” Loki sighed as he pulled your chin up so you would look at him.

“Oh I’m sorry you Royal highness, I didn’t know I would offender you.” You pulled away from loki. But he was too quick and you felt the hard bricks of the back wall of your building. “Loki I have a job to do. Being back here, explaining myself is not part of it.” You push Loki way only to find he was not moving, as his hand pressed firmly into your waist. Most likely leaving a bruises.

“Are you jealous darling?” Loki asked. A smirk played along his lips.

“Me jealous of her? Bless your delusional heart.” Rolling your eyes at him. Really you weren’t jealous. How can you be jealous over someone you can’t and never will have. His smirk only got bigger and you wanted to smack it right of off him.

“Keep rolling your eyes. Maybe you will find your brain back there. Obviously you don’t see what I see.” Loki purred his right hand cupping you cheek. “I don’t want someone I can snap in half while bedding them. I want someone that wont Break no matter how hard I bury myself deep inside them.” Loki’s thumb started running along your jawline. His hand on your waist gripped tighter. While his body was flushed along yours. “I want someone That has always been loyal to me. Whether she was a bar wench or not. Someone with lovely thick thighs I can see my face between them.”

“Shouldn’t you go back inside.” You tried to sound unamused. But you weren’t going to deny the fact that his words were affecting you. The way he pronounced each word.

“Ah the nice thing about being the god of mischief is, that I can be in two places at once. I’m sure my illusion can hand her. I have more pressing matters to attend to.” Loki hummed. That wicked smirk of his seem to have been getting closer to you.

“How do I know your not an illusion?” You stuttered out. Loki paused only an inch away from your face. His breath fanned over your lips as he sighed.

“How well do you know me? You should be able to tell.” Loki chuckled.

“You pull illusions on your brother and yet he can never tell.” You shot back.

“Ah yes, but he is also an oof. And you my dear are not. Clearly more intelligent then anyone in the 9 realms.” Trying to move into kiss you but you spoke up again.

“Even more intelligent than you? My prince.” You smirked.

“Your avoiding my lips Pet.” Loki chuckled.

“I’m avoiding that Silver tongued yours.” Loki never responded back as he took the opportunity to silence you with his lips. Which you responded quickly as your arms wrapped around his neck.

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redfoxwritesstuff · 5 years

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Thirsty Tweets

Hello! Happy Monday! I had a job that it turns out I can’t take because the hours are piss poor and unreasonable. But I hit 190 followers so sweet! I’m also a tad feverish so forgive the rambles. Below you’ll find the first of six requests I’ve taken off of the lovely @loki-the-fox. It says reader but so sorry- I typically write for OC’s and when it comes to RPF I refuse to write reader inserts- it’s my line. Sorry!

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Request by Anon on 11/15/18 Hello! I had this sorta funny idea that I wanted to request? But basically Tom and the reader are both on the set for “reading thirst tweets” and while they both read them out loud they get shocked, flustered and possessive over each other as each one goes. The reader even agrees with some of them. I was either thinking that they could do a joint interview, like Kevin Hart and his wife, or they could watch each other read em out loud behind the camera ??? idk, I just thought how funny it would be to see Tom react to all the thirsty tweets he gets. If you can’t incorporate everything though, that’s completely okay!!

Thirsty Tweets

“Monica,Tom! Set in ten!” A crew member yelled after popping her head into the room I was currently pacing. Interviews and such were always hard for me. I had never really thought I would get to a place where I’d be doing interviews on live telly. I’d never thought I’d get this far at all to be honest, yet here I am.

“Your hands are shaking.”

Tom came out of nowhere or so it seemed. His footsteps always seemed soft and it never made any sense to me. The way he moved and walked showed his confidence. His steps would echo on solid floors but in here, the carpet silenced his movements letting him sneak up on me. I hated it. I hated how he would catch me off guard.

“I’m fine.”

I hated him. Or at least, I wanted to. He was tall and lean and beautiful. His kindness was remarkable. I could swear his voice, accent and all could melt butter fresh out of the fridge. And I had to spend the last year working with him. It wasn’t fair.

Before I would have sworn men like him were imaginary. Nope, turns out that’s not the case. They just are never interested in girls like me. That’s why I got the role of ‘Mary’. I was plain compared to the actresses he was used to working with but could clean up pretty. That was just what they needed.

Now I know the sad truth, men like him exist. I want one and can’t have one. Well, that’s not true, I had one. Well almost. I got to make friends with one while he pretended not to be one.

I know it’s a part of the job but after some of the scenes we’ve filmed together it’s hard not to get flustered around the man. He’s just so perfect and then knowing first hand what it feels like to have him almost naked and rutting against me- it’s just too much. I know what the man’s ass feels like for god’s sake. You grab that ass while hearing him moan in your ear and not feel anything. I’m an actress yes but I’m not immune to him.

I didn’t think it would be a problem. Don’t catch feelings for your coworkers. It seems like an easy enough rule and he played a bit of an asshole in his part. It should have been easy.

If it was so easy why was having him even in the same room as me making me turn into a freaking mess. It was honestly annoying. It wasn’t like me to be a flustered mess because of a man.

Filming is one thing. It’s my thing. It’s what I do. I always felt in my element. Getting on that stage where I’m just me was different. And being just me next to Him? Oh no, that’s a whole different ballgame and I suck at ball.

“You two are up.” The same woman popped her head in again and waved us on. Yay!

“It will be okay.” The sound of his voice drew my eyes to him and I hated it how the sound of it relaxed me. “I’ll take care of you.” He promised me and my mind went right to the gutter.

Rather than say the not so professional thought that ran through my head I just nodded mutely and went to follow him out. Tom however wouldn’t have that and instead he took my hand and tucked it around his arm. This man, I can’t even begin to deal with him. If only he wasn’t so nice. That would make it easier.

“Welcome! I’m so glad to have you both!” Neil stood from behind his desk on the bright stage as they stepped on. “I’ve got Tom Hiddleston and Monica Martin from the new film ‘Before Dawn’ here with me today. Gosh, it’s so good to have you both here.”

Neil shook Tom’s hand and pulled him into a quick hug, clapping him on the back before turning his attention to me with a whistle. I always hated how I felt like a piece of meat on these type of shows.

“You look amazing, Monica. Doesn’t she look great, Tom?”

“Thank you.” I hated how my face felt warm as Tom took a moment to eye me as if he hadn’t seen me pacing around the room for the last 20 minutes or so. He was such a good actor that he could almost convince me that he was impressed with the little blue dress I wore when he agreed.

After being pulled into a hug I took my place on the couch next to Tom. Heat radiated off of him and I tried to ignore it. I really did. It was just as hard to try and ignore how good he smelled. But I had to try. I had to somehow survive this interview and the rest of the press tour.

“Now, Monica- You’ve made a bit of a splash with your role as Mary. This is your first major break, isn’t that right?”

I nodded but Tom answered before I could find my voice. “She’s amazing in it.”

“Thank you.” Don’t blush. Don’t blush. I’m blushing.

“Now you’ve both been working very close during filming. What’s it like working with someone as well known as Tom?” There was no way to avoid answering that question myself. When the weight of Tom’s hand settled on my knee I took a deep breath to try and steady my voice. He gave what I’m sure he thought was a reassuring squeeze. All it did was send butterflies into a frenzy inside my stomach.

“Tom’s been amazing to work with.” I freaking gush and it’s hard not to cringe at how fan girl I sound. “He’s been so kind and patient with me.”

“Such glowing praise.” Neil opened two envelops of and pulled out stacks of cards as Tom laughed and fidgeted in his seat. Even when he is fidgeting he looks good and I hate him for it. Or at least, I want to.

“We’re going to play a game.” Neil announces to us and frankly I hate games.

“A game?” I parrot back dumbly and instantly wish I could just keep my mouth closed. Games on shows like this were never a good thing.

“I’m going to give you a stack of cards with tweets on them about Tom.” Neil reached out with a stack of cards over his desk and reluctantly I take them.

“Oh gosh.” As I take the cards I can’t help but laugh. I don’t want to play this game.

“After he’s going to read some about you.” Tom snags his envelop with his stack of cards still inside.

“This will be fun.” He says as he laughs and it’s not fair that his laugh sounds that good.

“Go on, let’s get started!” Neil sits back in his office chair behind his desk to enjoy the show.

“They could make a movie of Tom Hiddleston just drinking tea and I’d fucking watch it.” I couldn’t help but laugh after I finished reading the tweet. “You wouldn’t be alone.” I admit.

“Would you watch it?” Tom nudged my shoulder with his as he laughed.

“I’ve seen you drink plenty of tea already, thank you.” He pouted and I laughed harder at him because what else can you do? “Okay next one. ‘Tom Hiddleston could run me over on his run and I’d suck his dick.’ Well that escalated.” I laugh and look to Tom. “Please never run me over during your morning runs?”

“I promise not to!” We both seemed to be working hard to ignore the fact that I just had to say ‘I’d suck his dick’. I mean- that’s what the tweet said but still. There was a blush on his face and I’m sure I looked no better.

“Oh god.” I laugh before reading the next one. “Tom could not shower for six months and I’d still let him fuck me.”

“What?” He couldn’t stop laughing. “I’m worried about this person. Value yourself. Know your worth. Insist on regular showering.”

“I’d not let you near me if you haven’t showered in even a few days. I know how you sweat after your runs.”

“They are just getting worse and worse.” Tom was fidgeting more and more. He took his glasses off and cleaned them at least three times since we have started and in general he was simply not sitting still.

“Tom could-” my laughter cut off the words. “Tom could bend me over and.. I can’t read this. I- Nope.” I tapped out as Tom snagged the last paper from me.

“Oh dear.” He said sternly. “I think I’d like to try this.”

I could have died when he winked at me and slipped the paper into his pocket. What the hell did that even mean!? Who did he want to try that with? Why did I care? Oh right, because he’s fucking beautiful and sweet and sexy and the idea of him doing what was written on that paper was so out of left field.

I mean really, Handcuffs? Bent over a counter? Mirrors? That’s not exactly light weight naughty in my book and while it totally would fit the character he played in ‘Before Dawn’ I didn’t expect that out of him. And why for the love of god and all that is holy did he wink at me?! Why the hell did I feel like I was on fire? Am I on fire?

“You still with us Monica?” Neil’s voice cut through my thoughts and oh fuck, I zoned out thinking about Tom and handcuffs. It’s a good thing I’m not a man because there would be some damning evidence on cable TV of where my thoughts went.

“Yeah sorry!” This could be easily brushed off, right?

“Where did you go?” Tom asked and I wanted to kill him, I really did.

“Oh, just you know.” Great. Classy. Good job Monica. Way to go. Could I make it any more obvious? Someone stop me.

“Well you’re done for now. I’ll let you off the hook. See, that wasn’t such a bad game!” Neil laughs as he motions to Tom. “Tom’s turn to start reading.”

“Oh god.” The groan comes out before I could stop it as he pulls out the cards.

“Monica’s got that girl next door you’d like to bone thing going on.” Tom reads before laughing. “None of the girls next door looked half as good as she does. Where did this fellow grow up? I should have lived there.”

I try not to blush. It’s just an act and it’s what’s expected of him. Still, it’s hard not to have butterflies when someone like him agrees with something like that.

“Whatever.” The word is mumbled and I did mean to say it.

“Whatever?” There is a hint of challenge in Tom’s voice. “I’m serious.”

I try and deflect with fidgeting and laughing. It works for him, it could work for me, right? Yeah, no. I’m pretty sure I’m not selling the fidget look like he does. He had to plan his fidgeting. That’s the only way it could come off so well for him. That made sense, right?

“Next up! We’ll do a few more then switch again. They get better and better.” Neil urged and I was worried.

“Okay, okay.” Tom relented and I could feel the seat of the couch shift as he moved to try and get comfortable. “’I’d like to put Monica up on that counter and eat her like a sweet potato pie.’ Wow.” It was weird seeing Tom as a loss for words. His cheeks burned and the blush looked good on him.

“That’s… I’m never going to eat sweet potato pie again.” I force out as I tried to act like I was okay with strangers saying that to me. As if they hadn’t been screaming those things at me since I was 13.

“I’ve never had sweet potato pie and now I…” Shaking his head, Tom fidgeted more, loosening his tie as Neil laughed. It was entertaining for him and for the masses. Our ‘fans’ would eat up our discomfort and we’d play it off as if it was nothing because we are ‘actors’ and we’re ‘public commodities’.

“Next, next.” Neil urged.

“Monica could take a strap on and wreck my ass and I’d thank her.” Tom cleared his throat. “Well now. Perhaps these thoughts are better kept to oneself.”

I tried to laugh and something managed to come out of me. The look Tom gave me made me think he didn’t believe I found it funny at all. He’d be right about that. I wanted nothing more than for this interview to be over.

“Moving on.” I was thankful he didn’t want to dwell on that one. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye after him reading these things about me. “Monica is so hot I’d like to...”

“What?” Tom’s voice trailed off and his whole body seemed to stiffen next to me. It was confusing and I couldn’t understand what was going on.

“I’m not reading this filth.” Tom ripped the stack of papers in half before stacking them and ripping them again.

“Hey now, don’t be like that. It’s just a game.” Neil was clearly caught off guard by Tom’s reaction. I was as well, to be honest.

“Actually, no. I will be like this. I laughed and played along while you made her read inappropriate things said about me but I’ll not subject her to hearing such filth about her. Further, the things I am being asked to read about her are significantly worse than what you asked her to read of me.” Waving the stack of ripped papers at the desk. “This game is bloody disgusting. No one should be spoken about by strangers in such a way as they are speaking of her. No one.”

“Now, we didn’t mean any offense. It was just a fun little game.” Neil back peddled as Tom stood. His back was straight and his shoulders back. It was an impressive sight that made my breath catch in my lungs.

This wasn’t in the plan. We knew what sort of games Neil liked to play on his show. The only surprising thing was Tom’s reaction. It made no sense to me. Why was he acting like a noble and why the hell am I picturing him on a white horse sweeping in to save me.

My internal rambling is cut short when he reached back and plucked my hand up. With a firm tug he pulls me to my feet and I go willingly enough. What the hell is going on?

His grip was warm and firm and good god was his hand large. I wanted him to always hold my hand like this. Looking back, Neil was protesting and trying to salvage the situation but it was clear our interview was over. Tom pulled the microphone off and snagged mine off as well before tossing them both onto the couch behind us.

“Don’t worry, the fallout will land mostly on me.” Tom’s blue eyes turned back on me as he marched forward, pulling me along behind him even still by the hand.

“Tom?” Finally I was able to get control over my feet and plant them on the linoleum in the hall. He’d managed to make it a good ways dragging me behind him. “Why did you do that? What the hell?”

“I...” His voice tapered off and I was stuck watching as he fidgeted more. It really wasn’t fair how good he looked as he raked his fingers through his disheveled curls.

“You what?” I didn’t mean to snap at him, honest.

“I won’t act like I’m okay with people saying those things about you.” That made no sense. It comes with the job. Hell, it comes with being a damn woman.

“Why?” A sigh rips itself through my chest. “It’s not like you have a reason to care.”

“I beg your pardon?” The look in his eyes gave me pause. It was fierce and strong and sharp. He still had my hand in his iron tight grip. “I have every bloody reason to care.”

“I don’t understand?” Look at me, I’m clearly following what is going on here. Actually no, no I’m not. Because what it seems like is going on here is that I’ve lost my damn mind. Either that or Tom-

Never did he let go of my hand. That sticks out in my mind. Don’t judge me, it all happened so fast. One moment he was looking at me with that fierce look and the next his other hand was resting on my neck and pulling me toward him. I came willingly enough. How could I not? My whole brain seemed to stop working as he leaned down.

“Maybe you’ll understand this.” What does that even mean? Oh- Oh that’s what he means.

His lips were warm and soft. I could feel the scratch of his stubble against my face as his warm breath fanned out over me. He stepped forward and I blindly allowed him to lead me. How could I not? Part of me was scared that if I dared to open my eyes this would have been some crazy dream.

My back met the wall and that snapped me back to reality. When the hell did I put my hand on his chest? Why the hell am I running it up and wrapping it around his neck? What the fuck is going on? He pulled back, giving us some space between us and I gasped for air.

“Forgive me, that was very forward. I just-”

“Do it again.” I demanded even as I pulled him to me. “Do it again if you meant it.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. As his lips molded themselves against mine again I took a quick moment to mentally thank god and Neil for the Thirsty Tweets game.

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j-j-ehlby-writes · 5 years

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Meet Me at the Chalet || day two.

Eventual pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jenessee Borosi)

Word count: ~2.1k

Summary (I suck at these): Jenessee goes on a solo vacation after the release of her first novel. She got a little more than she bargained for when she gets snowed in with her biggest celebrity crush.

Warnings: So much freaking fluff, swearing but blink and you’ll miss it, depressing thoughts (future chapter), mental breakdown (future chapter), Tom being Tom

night one. || day one. || day two. || day three. ||

“Stop eating the carrot! We need a nose!” I scolded Tom, shaping the mound in front of me. He took another bite to spite me before stuffing it into the head of our snowman.

This morning, Tom was in a pleasant mood. He decided to knock on my door, get on his knees and sing “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” The laughter that erupted from me would have awoken everybody had there been anyone else here. He was just so cute. He had all of his winter gear on, including a knitted hat with a poof ball on top, his black pea coat, snow boots, and gore-tex gloves. He looked so cozy and warm and just so darn cute, I couldn’t say no. We gathered supplies for dressing our specimen before finally stepping outside. The snow was perfect for snowman making and there was plenty of it.

“I can’t help it,” He whines. “We really should have eaten something before we came out here.”

“Oh yeah? And whose fault is that? Mr. ‘We have to go outside now!’” I mocked him as he was while I was getting ready. He was so pushy! I was under the impression he was a “patient” man. Apparently that is completely disregarded when it comes to making a snowman.

“Can you blame me for being excited? I haven’t built a snowman since I was a child! I didn’t want to miss the perfect opportunity.”

Despite my eye roll, I couldn’t condemn him for it. I also haven’t done this for quite some time which is why I was all for it when he asked and didn’t fight him when he rushed me. Thankfully I packed gloves, a hat, and warm enough boots to withstand the cold just in case.

Whack!

Something hard hit me in the middle of the back. I turn and gape at this mischievous man who was tossing a ball of snow between both hands. A smirk plastered on his face as he watched me through his eyelashes over the top of his glasses. He was doing his best to channel Loki in this moment. Embracing the God of Mischief must be second nature for him after playing him for so long. I can only imagine what he does to get into a character that is a complete 180° from who he really is.

“Did you just throw a snowball at me?” I incredulously asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically at him. If he wants to start a war, he will lose. I played softball for six years and can throw a mean ball. He will regret this.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “So what if I did?” In a second he went from mischievous to playful. The glint in his eyes sparkled in the bright light.

“Then you would be starting a war you are guaranteed to lose.”

Snowballs of all shapes and sizes flew and smashed when they came into contact with body parts, laughter and screeches filled the air, dusts of snow were kicked up as we ran from the other, dodging what was thrown at the other. It was loosely tossed in the other’s face and shoved down the other’s back. It was all fun and games until someone was pelted in the face so hard that glasses went flying off.

Tom fell to the ground instantly, disorienting him enough to lose his footing. I, on the other hand, folded over in laughter with my knees nearly giving out on me. I made my way over to him, trying so hard to breathe through it, but I ended up collapsing in front of him, finally giving into my weak knees. We lay in the snow, cackling at the other, basking in the moment. The second we would stop laughing, we would start back up again. Embarrassingly enough, a few snorts came from my nose to which ignited more hearty laughter from both parties. Tears fell from both our eyes, nearly freezing against our cheeks.

Several minutes passed, the laughter had died down. Silence having filled the air now as we both lay still on our backs, staring up at the gray sky, minuscule snowflakes dusting our faces.

“Hey Jen?” He broke the silence. I hummed back. “You win.”

I sighed in contentment. “I told you I would.”

He chuckles at my smug response before finally peeling himself off the ground. When he leaned down to give me a helping hand, I noticed a red streak just on the edge of his eyebrow.

“Oh my God, you’re bleeding!” His hand flew up to his cut, flinching when he came in contact with it. I started apologizing profusely, adding “I wanted to win, but not like that.”

We retreated inside finding a first aid kit behind the front counter. Being guilt-ridden, I insisted on patching him up, not taking no for an answer. He sat on the couch while I stood behind it so I could assess the damage. Once the blood was cleaned off, it turns out it wasn’t too bad. A piece of ice must have just scraped him. Easy enough, right?

Wrong. Fixing him was easy, but I quickly found myself losing focus, getting lost in his handsome face, admiring the little details that not a lot of people get the chance to see. Oh how badly I wanted to trace the scar on his forehead that he received a few years ago from running into a stage door. The only imperfection I see in site. I took note of his jealousy-inducing eyelashes any woman would pay big bucks for. Knowing they shield his swoon-worthy blue eyes makes them treasured by many. His ginger lock that beg for fingers to run through them have hints of blond that no one would see unless in the sunlight or up close. My curiosity to see how soft they are nearly takes over my sense of reason.

Thank God he closed his eyes so he can’t see my ogling.

“Will I live?” He asked looking up at me after I finished.

“I think the odds are in your favor.” I patted his shoulder signaling he could get up if he so chooses. “Although, it might leave a gnarly scar, but hey, at least you’ll have a new story to tell.”

“I don’t know which story is more embarrassing: running into a door or getting hit in the face with a snowball.” He chuckled, shaking his head at himself.

“Oh now I’ve got to hear this story.” I plopped myself on the couch, eagerly awaiting him to continue. We were both laughing in no time at all as he animatedly told the story, also going into his lesser known scar stories. We eventually relocated to the kitchen, both of us starving for some sustenance. After he finished his stories, we moved onto mine. They weren’t nearly as entertaining, but he listened with the same enthusiasm as I had his.

It was then I realized just how easy it was to talk to him. He is quite literally the easiest person to talk to. I feel like I could talk to him about anything and everything. I could tell my deepest and darkest secret without any fear of judgment from him. I could tell him all of my fears and insecurities, and he would be there to tell me “it’ll all be okay,” that I’m not crazy for having such thoughts. He would be the shoulder I could cry on if I need it… I could trust him.

Dear God, that’s scary. Trust does not come easy for me. I’ve been burned by so many people I have put my trust in before that I just don’t trust anyone new in my life. Only a few select people get that luxury. My heart wants to add Tom to that short list, but my head is arguing with it, being the voice of reason. If nothing comes from this week, I’ll always be thankful to him for showing me I can let someone in and it’ll all be okay in the end…

Later that night when we had said goodnight, I received a call from one of my best friends.

“So how’s vacation? Still pissed you went without me.” I chuckled at her bitterness. If she could have gotten off work, she would have been here with me, experiencing all that is Tom. a.k.a. #1 on her list. We’ve talked implicitly and explicitly about what we would do if we ever had Tom as our own. When I eventually tell her, she will flip.

“Well,” I started, trying to come up with the best way to explain it all without giving away the most important detail. “The solitude I wanted has been compromised.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say the only alone time I’ve had is at night.” I was hoping by being extremely vague that by some miracle she would get it. She knew of my plans to lock myself in my room from the second I got here to the second I left. She was looking forward to the same thing if she were to come along.

“Who have you been spending the days with?” She asked, catching on.

“His name is Will.” I knew just by giving those small details, she would understand.

“And you’re just telling me this now? What’s he like?” She fired a million other questions to which I stayed silent.

“I can’t say much, but just know he’s the best person I’ve ever met and I will give you full details when I get home.” After she made me promise at least ten times to tell her everything the second I get back, she was satisfied and we ended the conversation at that.

She is going to kill me when I tell her the truth.

I shrugged at the thought. At least I’ll die knowing I had met the most amazing man there ever was or ever will be.

Lying on my bed after gathering my supplies, I tried to get back to my piece, re-reading it to return to the mindset. I stare at my words in my familiar scribble unable to come up with what to do next. The worst part about being a writer is writer’s block. Not being able to do what you want or being able to put to paper what you have in your head is beyond frustrating. It’s comparable to a doctor not being able to help a patient or a mechanic not being able to find the problem with a car. Not being able to do your job is both annoying and infuriating. It is especially when the reason I came here was to get inspired, and possibly start something new. I did begin something, thanks to Tom’s suggestion, but haven’t been able to get back to it since I stopped last night. Despite him saying he believed in me, I just couldn’t think of anything to write. No matter how many times I would re-read it all, nothing came to me. Nothing.

The only thing that did occupy my mind was him and the way he looked at me just outside my door. Such intensity and curiosity, I had to stop myself from launching at him. Every fiber of my being wanted to latch my lips to his, to feel them capture mine like I’ve seen his do with multiple co-stars. Would they be strong or like pillows? How would his beard feel against my face? Would he moan or sigh as they connected? Or would he pull away before that would even happen? Would he say I was being inappropriate and apologize for making me think otherwise?

Whatever the outcome might have been, it didn’t occur. Dwelling on the past helps no one. I need to get a grip and channel my frustration into writing.

Doing so actually helped me continue, my pen flying across the pages well into the wee hours of the morning. Getting lost in a story is my favorite part of creating. It’s only a hope that the reader gets just as lost. The next thing I knew the sun was peeking through the curtains and the smell of coffee invaded my nostrils from downstairs.

Wow. I haven’t pulled an all-nighter like this since college… I am not going to be any fun today.

I left off on a cliffhanger to inspire me when I return to it later. I had fully planned on just sliding everything to one side of the bed and crashing, but then I smelled bacon.

day three...

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Fiance in secret - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Title: Fiance in secret

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader, Loki x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: You’ve been dating, and got engaged, to the man you loved more than anything in secret. Being costars with him in numerous movies and having so many fans ship you is one thing. But when you can’t help the dirty inuendos and flirting during interviews with the God of Mischief, for lack of better words, things can escalate very quickly even in public.

“Welcome, welcome (Y/n) it's so good to have you here for... like the milionth time this year! You must be so tired of seeing me, I bet you are 'Oh that guy again? Seriously, I have to pretend I like him once more?' am I right?” Conan joked and you couldn't help a giggle as you greeted him.

“Oh by no means, Conan, you know how much I enjoy coming here and having an interview with you But even more crashing your interviews of my friends!” you grinned, giving Tom a warm hug and getting a tender kiss on the cheek by him before he scooted and let you sit on the armchair closest to Conan's desk, who with a chuckle nodded his head.

The audience 'aw'ed at the two of you and you both grinned “Ever the gentleman, isn't he?” you looked at them as they all cheered in agreement.

“I sure hope so, but even if you don't, then let me tell you one thing: You're a great actress!” the audience along with you laughed at his pun.

“Why, thank you Conan!” you looked at the host who got comfortable in his seat again.

“Speaking of- of acting, we were talking with Tom about you it is such a interesting coincidence how you happen to behere because youre great friends and even more, costars in the newest Avengers movie and-” he paused when the crowd cheered loudly “And it is not your first one!”

“Why yes, we really have- we have scored a good number, haven't we? Including Night Manager too.” you glanced at him and he fixed his glasses, nodding his head.

“I believe-” he licked his lower lip in thought – and oh dear Odin you got distracted for a good moment – which of course made him smirk when he caught your eye but that was yet another part of the big secret called your relationship and you both enjoyed it a little too much “I believe five, five not including the Marvel ones.” he nodded his head before a classic grin formed on his lips “Oh and they've all been great fun!”

Of course, considering how especially during Crimson Peak and the Night Managed you shared some intense sex scenes, there was no doubt your fiance – or at least fiance in secret as you loved calling him – had great fun just letting his feelings out and enjoying every single take you had to do.

“For a second there I don't know if it's Loki talking or you, Tom.” Conan narrowed his eyes as the audience laughed.

You giggled “Trust me, Conan, it is just impossible to tell if he's let the God of Mischief out or it is all him.” you looked at him, smirking and this time he couldn't help but laugh at your words and the clear but hidden to everybody else meaning of them as all those nights... and mornings, and maybe evenings, and practically any time of the day it could and actually had happened. All the times you had not been able to hold back and just asked your boyfriend – now fiance – to try something with one of your favorite characters of his in the bedroom, and oh he wasn't one to say no to his favorite girl in the world.

“Well, she does know me better than anyone else.” Tom spoke with a grin “But I'd like to believe I have a few surprises and other sides in me she hasn't see yet.” his smile turned into a smirk as he leaned on your side, resting his weight on the couch's arm and your smile got even bigger, as if telling him you could take the game even further if that's what he wanted.

“Who can ever know though-” you shrugged, looking as innocent as you possibly could “When it comes to this man and his incredible acting. Speaking of which, I certainly know firsthand that when it comes to a role and executing a particular scene he likes to just, you know-” you motioned “Get it all in!”

Your words instantly sent him in a feat of laughter as he hd his face behind his hands the second the fans got it and started cheering. This was going to be all over the internet in a couple hours, you were sure, as if your ship wasn't popular enough to begin with.

“All in?” Conan went serious, raising an eyebrow at you nonetheless “I- I- I- You know as the host of a very serious show I should probably ask you what you mean but for the greater good I'll just say-” his voice went to cheerful as if you had not jut said what you did “On another topic, your newest movie!”

“Once Mr Hiddleston remembers how to breath.” you giggled, glancing at your fiance who had taken off his glasses and was wiping his tears “You alright, honey?”

“Oh just wonderful, darling.” he still laughed and you grinned, leaning in to peck his cheek. It made the fans aw once more and melt but they were used to it so you didn't fear it would make them suspect anything anymore.

“Two wonderful and very serious actors, everybody, on the most successful movie of the year!” Conan laughed “Speaking of which, as you two said, it's not the first and only movie you've been together in. In fact during one of your appearancesin the Marvel movies your character got to meet Loki, correct?”

“Yeah during one of my many many cameos, Stan has beat me by only one movie so far-” you chuckled “My character got to meet Loki, in the first Thor movie actually. When I first appeared in Iron Man 2 I never imagined they'd want to have me appear in the whole MCU again but I swear those guys are crazy!” you shook your head “With each appearance I got more screen time until, you know, the whole defender of the universe came along and yep I am an Avenger!”

“Exactly, an Avenger that had an important part in the latest Thor movie. You've- if I'm correct you've been in all three ones, right? Just like all the Avengers and two of the Captain America and Iron Man ones.”

“Uh yeah, yeah I actually have.”

“And you've had at least two scenes with Loki over there in every one of them, didn't you? This interaction of yours had the fans hooked from the first moment, that's unforgettable!”

“Oh yes, that it did.” you giggled, glancing at Tom who nodded his head with a smile “You know they'll uh say it's because she's an important character to the whole storyline, and that it's all for the sake of the general MCU that we all should beand are part of, but-” you raised a finger “But, I just say that's barely the cherry on top.”

“Do you?” he questioned.

“Absolutely! Frankly, we all know it's just because they want to see us flirt and even more specifically see him try desperately to get me and fail because I won't give into him!” you shrugged as the audience laughed an cheered in excitement at your words, they've been waiting for that confirmation for very long and you were finally giving it to them “Guys, guys they just want to see us do each other but we can't for obvious reasons, be honest MCU that's what you want!” and at those words they actually lost it. Tom laughed but clapped at you as everybody got on their feet and did the same.

“Well that- that escalated quickly!” Conan exclaimed, laughing in the end.

“I'm- I'm being honest here!” you raised your hands in surrender, looking at your fiance who held his stomach because of the laughter this time.

“And I'm being honest here by saying you just broke the internet!” Conan pointed out and shrugged as innocently as you could.

“Oh no, no she didn't. I feel like I am about to because I can't hold this back anymore-” Tom smiled but still looked apologetic “Dear Odin, I love this woman!”

And oh he was so right!

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blankdblank · 6 years

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Tempted to do another prompt request

Don’t know why, just curious if anyone wanted to request some prompts. Got a compilation of lists i’ve seen on here before I glance through randomly sometimes for ideas for my other rambles and series.

Mostly do

Hobbit/LotR - Modern au/regular

Marvel - Mostly Loki w/ others thrown in

Celebs - Richard Armitage, Lee Pace w/ Hobbit cast thrown in, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland w/ various Marvel actors thrown in

You can add in scenarios or random items or locations if you like too.

It can also be y/n style if you want, otherwise i’ll probably use a variant of my usual oc to put it all together. :D

Prompt List

1 “Fancy seeing you here.” “I work here.”

2 “Can I buy you a drink?”

5 “If I go through with this, I die. If I don’t, we all die.”

6 “No, no, you do NOT want me navigating. I’ll accidentally navigate us off a cliff.”

7 “Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

8 “This is all your fault.” “I hope so.”

9 “I’d rather be pecked to death by a flock of hummingbirds.”

10 “You have no power over me.” “You sure about that?”

11 “Hold on, you died.” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”

12 “Excuse me! I was a superhero for ten whole minutes!” “And in that time you got kidnapped and we had to come to the rescue”

13 “I am way too sober for this.”

14 “You’re not as evil as people think you are.” “No. I’m much worse.”

15 “Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?” “Yes.”

16 “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

17 “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course, I’m in.”

18 “Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

19 “Stop that!” “Stop what?” “Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

20 “You can’t just turn into a bat and fly away when you don’t want to deal with things!” “Watch me!”

21 “Wait, you’re a superhero?” “How do you not know? My face is literally on the news on a weekly basis.” “I’m in grad school. I won’t have time to follow popular media until I finish my thesis. You’re lucky I’ve carved out some non-existent free time to date you.”

22 “I’m just really tired of watching you get thrown off the tops of buildings”

23 “Whether you believe in me or not, I will continue to exist.”

24 “I don’t care where I sleep, as long as it’s with you.”

25 “You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”

26 “I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.”

27 “I want to go home.” “And I want to go to the moon. It ain’t happening sweetheart. Time to accept that.”

29 “You really have no clue who I am?” “You’d think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”

30 “Nope. I can’t go to hell. Satan still has a restraining order against me.”

31 “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.”

32 “Define normal.”

33 “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

34 “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

35 “And you wonder why you’re still single.”

36 “Remind me to kill you. Please.”

37 “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

38 “Were you dropped on your head?”

39 “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”

40 “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

41 “My middle finger salutes you.”

42 “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.”

43 “I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.”

44 “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”

45 “Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.”

46 “Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”

47 “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

48 “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

49 “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”

50 “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

51 “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”

52 “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

53 “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

54 “I need therapy after this.”

55 “I’m not weird. I am limited edition.”

56 “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”

57 “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”

58 “If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.”

59 “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”

60 “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

61 “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.”

62 “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”

63 “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”

64 “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”

65 “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

66 “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”

67 “The female of the species is more deadly than the male.”

68 “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”

69 “She’s hot, but she’s evil.”

70 “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

71 “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”

72 “Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.”

73 “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.”

74 “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

75 “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

76 “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”

77 “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”

78 “A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.”

79 “Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.”

80 “I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.”

81 “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”

82 “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.”

83 “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

84 “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”

85 “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

86 “I like you. You’re different.”

87 “You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”

88 “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”

89 “Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”

90 “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

91 “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”

92 “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

93 “I care so little, I almost passed out.”

94 “Well behaved woman rarely make history.”

95 “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.”

96 “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”

97 “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”

98 “How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.”

99 “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”

100 “Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.”

101 “I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.”

102 “You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”

103 “Have fun being a big deal.” “I will.”

104 “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

105 “It’s called thinking. Go with it.”

106 “I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.”

107 “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

108 “I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.”

109 “The girl is strange no question.”

110 “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.”

111 “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”

112 “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.”

113 “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”

114 “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.”

115 “I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.”

116 “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

117 “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”

118 “Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.”

120 “You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?”

121 “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”

122 “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.”

123 “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.”

124 “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.”

125 “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.”

126 “Such big evil in such a little thing.”

127 “Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?”

128 “What does not kill you will likely try again.”

129 “Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.”

130 “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”

131 “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.”

132 “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”

133 “What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”

134 “In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.”

135 “I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.”

136 “Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.”

137 “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

138 “If you touch my food, I’ll have no choice but to hurt you.”

139 “I found this cat. It doesn’t matter how exactly I found it, but we’re keeping it.”

140 “When I was a child, I wanted to be a fire hydrant because I wanted to help people. Well, it was a real let down when my mother told me that being an inanimate object wasn’t a valid option.”

141 “There’s not a single day in my life when I haven’t been thoroughly humiliated and it’s too late to change now.”

142 “Unfortunately, my tears of joy and tears of sadness are not so easy to tell apart.”

143 “Sex dream? About you? Nah…it was about, uh, my uncle!”

144 “How did I break my leg? Well, it’s a long story.”

145 “The punch was out of love. For myself.”

146 “I can 100 percent fall down those stairs without getting hurt.”

147 “You act like I’ve never been lost in a foreign country before.”

148 “I always knew I’d be digging my own grave, I just never expected it would be digging a literal grave.”

149 “I did not eat the cookies. I’ve never even seen a cookie in my life.”

150 “Closets are my mortal enemy. And snakes.”

151 “I am wearing your clothes but not for the reason you think I am.”

152 “I’m trapped under the bed again.” “What do you mean ‘again’?”

153 “I shouldn’t have to tell you not to eat that.”

154 “I’m no longer permitted to enter the city zoo because I ‘allegedly’ don’t understand boundaries.”

155 “I didn’t eat your chocolate bar–Oh, I have chocolate on my face? In that case, it attacked me.”

156 “They told me not to take that selfie in the emergency room but now I have a great profile pic for Halloween!”

157 “I’m not saying I’d fight a child, I’m merely saying my legs are longer, my arms are stronger, and my brain is superior.”

158 “I’ve never been to Japan until today, but I have no idea how I got here.”

159 “We rock, paper, scissors-ed it and I played fire. I won in principle, but lost in morality.”

160 “Trains are fun until you’re fighting the conductor.”

161 “The first time I saw the ocean I cried, but that’s mostly because I was choking on seawater.”

162 “There is no sign in the library that says no birds so how was I to know.”

163 “The chokehold was out of love. Why can’t you see that?”

164 “I know the police.” “What? You know all the police?” “Well, it’s more like they know me.”

165 “I thought I could do parkour, nay, believed but my faith is weak and my body weaker.”

166 “I only got stuck in a baby swing once. The other two times I managed to get myself out before the fire department arrived.”

167 “Elbows and knees. That’s the fight club motto.” “No, it’s really not.”

168 “I don’t get lost. I take the long way.”

169 “There’s a snake in my boot. No, I’m serious. Why is there a snake in my boot?”

170 “My doctor told me chocolate syrup is not an actual beverage. The more you know, huh?”

171 “I don’t fall in love. I faceplant.”

172 “If you try to high five a police officer, they will taze you.”

173 “I can do the splits but not on purpose.”

174 “I am the ruler of pigeons now. I didn’t know I was even a candidate, but here we are.”

175 “To be fair, I’m surprised I didn’t break more fingers.”

176 “Who knew bear traps were that common?”

177 “I will run away with you.”

178 “I am never coming back.”

179 “I forget time and space when I’m with you.”

180 “I don’t belong in your universe.”

181 “I’m dynamite ready to explode.”

182 “I don’t know where you’ve gone. It’s like you aren’t here anymore.”

183 “We are in this together – for better or for worse, do you hear me? I’m not giving up that easily.”

184 “You don’t even have to hold me, and I still feel safe with you.”

187 “Everything you think I need isn’t what I need. What I need is you.”

188 “I always come back to you.”

189 “You have to keep fighting.”

191 “I’m begging you. Please.”

192 “I need you to let me all the way in.”

193 “This was all just a game to you… wasn’t it?”

194 “I will give you heaven and I will give you hell.”

195 “Please, be gentle with me. I’ll break if you aren’t careful enough.”

196 “I promise I’ll be tender.”

197 “I can assure you that you are safe here… with me.”

198 “It is my duty to take care of you, so stop forcing me away.”

199 “Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”

200 “Take it – I don’t care. Take it all!”

201 “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

202 “You make me feel things that I’m not supposed to feel. Why? Why do you have this control over me? You’ve taken over most of my thoughts. It’s infuriating.”

203 “Would you look at that? Anger does fuel me.”

204 “I don’t even remember the last time I got a decent amount of sleep. I’m hallucinating things, I can’t focus for more than five minutes… I’m going crazy.”

205 “You were always beside me.”

206 “What happened to us? To you? I miss it.”

207 “There is no good in goodbye.”

208 “Say it again.”

209 “You look happy. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the reason for it.”

210 “Sometimes we get hurt and we just have to find a way to overcome it, and sometimes… sometimes it’s not enough to heal the wounds.”

211 “You’ll understand. You have to.”

212 “You lit a fire in my veins ever since the first time we held hands.”

213 “Don’t stop.”

215 “I don’t care! I don’t!”

216 “There are times I can drink the pain away, but this time it’s become impossible.”

217 “This pain… it’s still fresh. Give me time.”

218 “Your memory will burn like a fire.”

219 “It just keeps spreading and spreading and spreading and I can’t stop it.”

220 “I won’t ever forget you.”

221 “I think I’m losing myself, and I don’t know if I can ever come back from this.”

222 “I prefer being alone.”

223 “To see you smile, I would do anything.”

224 “If you’re reading this then that means… that means I didn’t make it. I’m sorry.”

225 “Fuck, I wish I could give you one more kiss, to feel your warmth, to see you smile… I miss you so much.”

226 “Don’t go too far, alright? I wanna be able to catch up to you, just give me time.”

227 “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

228 “You stood up for me.”

229 “You keep giving me excuses, what’s your problem?”

230 “Always be kind.”

231 “You’re so warm.”

232 “Oh my god! That was so not funny. These are fake tears, and that was sarcasm.”

233 “Damn damn diggity damn.”

234 “Daddy.”

235 “Run me over with your car.”

236 “Ew. Emotions.”

237 “I’m sorry, was I supposed to laugh?”

238 “Stab me. No, seriously. Stab me.”

239 “That’s so stupid. Please, do it again.”

240 “But I’m not her.”

241 “I need you to see yourself as I do.”

242 “Breathe.”

243 “What are you running from? Why are you so scared?”

244 “Let’s do something spontaneous!”

245 “I can still feel every little kiss you pressed to my cheek.”

246 “I need to be closer to you.”

247 “It’s feels like I’m suffocating.”

248 “This will be the last time you lie to me.”

249 “You know it’s not like that.”

250 “How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

251 “You’re never going to be the same after this.”

252 “I just think it’d be best if we never met.”

253 “I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.”

254 “You never loved me, did you?”

255 “It didn’t have to be like this, but now you’ve ruined everything.”

256 “I hope you’re happy.”

257 “If you had have kept your mouth shut, then he’d still- he’d still be here!”

258 “What did you want once this was all through? Tell me!”

259 “Now I have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Thanks, it means a lot.”

260 “You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”

261 “I knew she’d never change, she was too stubborn, too similar to me.”

262 “This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”

263 “I hope I’m not put in the same part of hell as you.”

264 “When did you think you could hurt me again? Today? Tomorrow?”

265 “You’re back in my life and I want to die again.”

266 “You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”

267 “I hope you got what you wanted.”

268 “You made me miserable and I still loved you.”

269 “When you die, I’ll be the first to dance on your grave.”

270 “Don’t underestimate me, I have more power than you can even comprehend.”

271 “If only you knew what you’d brought upon yourself.”

272 “We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”

273 “Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”

274 “Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”

275 “There is nothing worse than seeing you get what you want.”

276 “Your mind must be a horrible place.”

277 “You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”

278 “How is it that we always end up in this predicament?”

279 “I want to wipe that grin of your face with my sword, but my mother taught me to play nicely.”

280 “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? It’s incredible how low my standards are for you.”

281 “Ah, well if you want them back alive, I suggest you lay down your own life.”

282 “Don’t be ‘smart’. The battlefield is no place for Math Scholars.”

283 “You shouldn’t have come. You can’t be-”

284 “Stop talking or tomorrow won’t come.”

285 “Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”

286 “I shouldn’t care for your life, but I’m starting to and it’s becoming an inconvenience.”

287 “If you live to see her, please send my best regards and this box of her father’s ashes.”

288 “It would’ve been nice to get to know you better, but I’m afraid I don’t care.”

289 “I can’t help but think you’re a terrible person.”

290 “Seeing your face has unconventionally made me want to die. I wasn’t quite prepared for this feeling.”

291 “You could have loved me, I’m quite good at seducing, but you’re actually vile.”

292 “I hope I see you in a bodybag sometime.”

293 “Let’s pretend you didn’t cheat on me with my sister and be good people for a few minutes.”

294 “We should probably stop talking forever.”

295 “If I hated you anymore, I think I’d probably be crowned as satan’s right-hand man.”

296 “To say I ‘tolerate you’ is a vast overstatement.”

297 “You broke her heart and came back for more, you bastard.”

298 “This isn’t fifth grade, this is a courtroom, you whore.”

299 “I think you’d be the perfect match for my ex-husband. He loved to sleep with multiple people.”

300 “I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.”

301 “Time was always a measurement of this relationship and we finally ran out.”

302 “Please don’t look at me with such hatred.”

303 “I could’ve died and you couldn’t have cared less.”

304 “Just get out. I- I don’t want you hear, just leave.”

305 “You’re not the same person I married, don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

306 “I wish you wouldn’t beg for forgiveness, it has the opposite effect of what you want.”

307 “Don’t hate me for this. You would’ve done the same.”

308 “This could’ve been the end and you were ready to let me go.”

309 “You should’ve left me, you could never deserve the person I’ve become.”

310 “Hate me all you want. I know I’m right.”

311 “Today you broke my arm, I hope tomorrow it’s not my heart.”

312 “Nothing can justify this, you’ve ruined him.”

313 “You live with so much guilt, I hope it drives you mad one of these days.”

314 “My life was ruined because of one mistake. You were that mistake.”

315 “You are everything I hate, don’t ever come back.”

316 “Evil doesn’t come close.”

317 “Your wrongdoings are becoming your pastimes.”

318 “I wish you had of just done it for the thrill of it, but now you’re in deep shit.”

319 “Next time, I won’t be here to salvage your wreckage. This is the last time.”

320 “You should have ruined me when you had the chance.”

321 “No one will keep your name alive. Once you’re gone, everything you once stood for disappears too.”

322 “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me.”

323 “This is always how it ends.”

324 “Break my heart once more, I dare you.”

325 “Forget how you loved me once, I mean nothing now.”

326 “This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, this is real life and I can go on without you.”

327 “You don’t own me, I don’t belong to you.”

328 “I should’ve died. That would’ve made you happy.”

329 “Are we going to carry on like this or are you going to give him back to me.”

330 “She drowned and he lost his mind.”

321 “We shouldn’t. You’re married and I’m pregnant.”

332 “You’ve never been loved, I can tell.”

333 “Who told you I needed fixing and what made you believe them?”

334 “You’re almost as far-gone as I am.”

335 “Maybe it’s best that we don’t go home.”

336 “Roaming the streets was never safe for her. What makes you think it’s different for you?”

337 “I think you’re going to ruin me. Am I right?”

338 “Do you remember our last feud? I wouldn’t want someone to lose their life again, would you?”

339 “Kiss me quick and leave them be.”

340 “I hate seeing you so sad. It’s just so dramatic how humans show emotions and being sad is such a boring one.”

341 “Will you ever forget my number? No? Ah, because you still love me.”

342 “After the funeral, let’s surrender.”

343 “What made you think I cared for you?”

344 “It’ll be fun explaining this to your sister. I hope she likes horror stories.”

345 “Don’t act as if we’re friends. I know how much you want to slit my throat.”

346 “Let’s not get angry. Let’s calmly and sensibly take this outside so I can ruin your face.”

347 “Please ruin yourself for me and I’ll watch in adoration as I fall apart as well.”

Already requested – but still requestable

3 “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge” “Can I pick?”

4 “You know what they say, panicking burns a shit-ton of calories.” “Who even says that?” “Me. Just now.”

28 “Sometimes, memories are the worst torture.”

119 “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

185 “Be with me.”

186 “I’m vulnerable around you, and it only gets worse when you smile.”

190 “I’m surrendering myself to you; body and soul. What more do you want?”

214 “Please, just… touch me.”

348 “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I break his nose a little?”

349 “Show me your scars.” “But… why?” “I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

350 “She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed.” “It’s clear your feelings for her has.”

351 “Did you just… agree with me?” “Oh, I wish I could take-““Nope! You said it! No take-backs!”

352 “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

353 “Don’t mind me, I’ll just be in the corner having another existential crisis.”

354 “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

355 “You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.” “That’s what makes me so good at it.”

356 “It’s a good thing you’re cute when you’re angry.”

357 “What are you afraid of?” “You.”

358 “I don’t give a damn.” “You give so many damns they’re visible from SPACE.”

359 “It’s a long story” “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”

360 “Unless I screw this up again, I’m going to marry you.” “Well you better not mess this up”

361 “Hey, I didn’t kill anyone today!” “What do you want? A gold star.”

362 “I feel like I’m being stabbed.” “How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?”

363 “What now?” “I don’t know. I thought the jump would kill us.”

364 “I saved your life.” “You pushed me off a building.”

365 “How do we keep getting into these situations?” “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.”

366 “We’re leaving.” “But they have a lobster tank in their basement.”

367 “Take my hand.” “Why?” “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!”

368 “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

369 “I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “Then stop looking.”

370 “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”

371 “I think that you’re not as dark as you want people to believe.”

372 “I hate you.” “Why? I’m lovely.”

373 “Why are they afraid of you?”

374 “Literally everything about this is illegal.”

375 “You love her don’t you?” “Was it that obvious?”

376 “Why me?” “Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

377 “I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…. fall in love with me.”

378 “It’s okay. You don’t have to love me.”

379 “You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead.”

380 “Only a fool would fall in love with someone as deadly as me.”

381 “I’d know that smirk anywhere.”

382 “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

383 “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

384 “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”

385 “If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”

386 “If I survive, can I go home?”

387 “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

388 “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”

389 “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.”

390 “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

391 “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.”

392 “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”

#Prompt Request

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fanficshiddles · 5 years

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The monster within, Chapter 10

It took me a minute to remember where I was when I woke the following morning. But the familiar arms wrapped around me was soothing, even if they weren’t cold like they used to be.

Loki was still asleep when I managed to carefully slip out of bed without waking him. I went to freshen up in the bathroom then I got myself dressed. I had a look at the menu that offered breakfast, it was cheaper to go down and eat in the restaurant than to have room service. I was happy with that, it would be nice to be around other people as well, since it had been just Loki and I for such a long time.

While I was taming my hair, I heard Loki waking up behind me on the bed. I glanced round over my shoulder to see him sitting up and stretching. His muscles rippled as he did so, he was so lithe and I found myself slightly mesmerized while I watched him.

His gorgeous green eyes landed on mine and he grinned, catching me ogling him. A blush crept up my cheeks and I turned back around, continuing with my hair. ‘Morning, Loki.’

‘Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?’ I heard him get out of bed and his footsteps came towards me, only just audible against the carpet under his bare feet.

‘Yes, best sleep in a long time.’ I said honestly. I could sense him now stood right behind me, like his eyes were burning into the back of me while I brushed my hair. But I found the brush was suddenly plucked from my hand, before I had a chance to look round or say anything, he was gently brushing it for me.

‘Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?’ He purred, gliding the brush through my locks.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. ‘Uhm… No.’ I said quietly.

My heart was beating so fast, I could barely hear anything else. We’d been close before, but this felt oddly intimate for some reason.

‘Well, they should have. And you will most definitely have to become accustomed to hearing it every day.’ He finished with a kiss to the top of my head, making my heart soar. God, he was going to be the death of me with how sweet and affectionate he was being.

Plucking up the courage, I spun around to face him again. Having to tilt my head up a lot since he was very close to me and ridiculously tall. He smiled softly and hooked my chin with a finger, keeping me in place he bent his head down and kissed my lips.

His lips were gentle, my eyes fluttered closed so I could take in the feeling. When he realised I was enjoying it and that I wanted it, he deepened the kiss slightly. Only releasing me once I was well and truly breathless.

‘And your lips taste so sweet.’ He brushed his thumb lightly over my lower lip that was trembling.

Then my god damn stomach had to ruin the moment with a loud gurgle that sounded more like a wild animal. Luckily Loki found it amusing and he laughed.

‘Hungry?’

‘Yeah.’ I nodded sheepishly. ‘Sorry… Kind of ruined the moment.’

‘Not at all.’ Loki grinned and gave me another quick peck on the lips. I then merely blinked and he was dressed, his hair was also brushed and looking amazing as if bed head didn’t exist for him.

‘Let’s order room service. What do you fancy?’ He picked up the menu.

‘I thought we could go down to the restaurant? Since it’s a bit cheaper, I know we have a lot of money but that could disappear quick if we aren’t careful. And I thought it might be nice to be in public a bit again.’

‘We don’t have to worry about money. It’s simply paper, really. I can make copies with ease, darling. So don’t worry there. You’re a Queen and deserve to be treated so.’ Loki said determinedly, tickling under my chin, making me scrunch my shoulders up. ‘Besides, it might be best to stay under the radar for a while. Just in-case.’

I took a moment before answering, my mind was just completely gone and in awe at the God. ‘Oh, yeah. You’re probably right.’

We picked what we wanted and I called down to reception with our order. When the waiter arrived half an hour later with our food, Loki went to answer it. Having summoned on a black suit, instead of his Asgardian wear, not wanting to rouse suspicion. Though the waiter did look perplexed when he realised it was just two of us eating the banquet of food we ordered. It was enough to feed an army.

But between the two of us, we managed to get through pretty much all of it. Omelettes, bacon sarnies, toast, croissants and apple juice. It was delicious!

‘Oh man, that was amazing.’ I put my hands on my stomach and lay down on the bed with a groan. ‘At least I can use the excuse that I am eating for two now.’

Loki laughed as he lay down next to me on his side, he reached out to rest a hand on my stomach too. ‘That is true. You need to keep your energy up by eating plenty.’

‘We should get to a doctor at some point over the next few weeks. Get a scan to make sure everything is ok so far with the baby.’ I suggested and Loki nodded in agreement.

Later that day I managed to convince Loki to go out to the cinema. I wanted to get out of the room, feel a bit of our freedom. The cinema was the perfect place since no one would be paying any attention to the people around them. Everyone was there for one reason only, to watch a film in the dark. It was the perfect place to go.

We bought large popcorns and drinks, Loki almost had to juggle it all to carry it into the screen. We hadn’t been sat down for long when two guys came in and were seated next to us. I heard Loki growl low, deep from his chest, his arm sneaked around my waist and he pulled me as close as possible to him, almost hauling me onto his lap.

‘Loki?’ I whispered.

‘I don’t like the way he was looking at you.’ He whispered back to me, eyeing up the man over the top of my head with a glare.

His arm remained clamped around me for the duration of the film. I was sure that the couple were gay, so there was no way he would have been looking at me in any kind of suggestive way like Loki implied. But then again, you never know. Perhaps Loki was still on edge after what Tom did to me. It was no wonder, really.

It was nice to watch the film and feel like we had escaped for a short while into another world. It was a comedy so we laughed along with everyone else in the screen. After it was finished and the lights went up, the man next to me turned to face me when we were stood.

‘You look familiar. I’m sure I’ve seen you before.’ He said, frowning.

‘Really? I don’t recog’ I was cut off by Loki stepping in, putting me to the other side of him so that he was between myself and the guy.

‘We do not know you. I’d appreciate it if you would not bug my girl.’ His voice was stern and slightly dark, but I knew he was a bit possessive in nature, being a frost giant and all. Especially with me being pregnant.

The man certainly didn’t argue back with Loki or say anything else. He quickly scuttled away with the other guy he was with. Loki then took my hand and led me out of the screen.

‘What was that about?’ I questioned him when we got into the foyer.

‘I don’t like strangers.’

‘He was just mistaken. Obviously. It happens.’ I shrugged.

Loki just grunted in response, clearly not agreeing with me. I rolled my eyes but smiled, my over protective frost giant was still adorable. Even when he seemed a little grumpy.

I wrapped my arms around his arm as we headed to the exit. ‘Did you enjoy the film?’

‘It was rather good, for a Midgardian film.’ Loki smirked.

‘Are there films on Asgard?’ I asked.

‘No. We have plays though. Much better than the plays here.’

‘Have you ever been to a play while here?’ I raised an eyebrow at him, thinking the answer would be no. And I was right.

‘I have not.’

‘Then how do you know Asgardian ones are better?’ I challenged, grinning up at him.

Loki chuckled. ‘Because, my dear. Asgardians tend to be better at everything.’ He winked at me.

‘Oh yeah? I bet there’s something that we are better at.’

‘I highly doubt that, pet.’ He laughed.

When we returned to the hotel, we had gone through many things that perhaps humans were better at. But Loki had good comebacks for them all. Even though I was convinced already that Asgardians were better in general, I still wasn’t going to admit that to Loki. It was fun seeing a playful side to him, mischievous.

‘I better call my parents. They will be worried sick about me.’ I sighed, heading towards the hotel phone.

But Loki was by the phone in a flash, gently grabbing my wrist to stop me picking it up. ‘I do not think that is a wise idea, darling.’

‘Why not?’ I frowned.

‘We need to come up with a story first. To counter whatever lies Tom will have.’

‘Tom… Hopefully he will do or say nothing. It would be foolish if he did. I can’t not contact my parents.’

‘Give it a few more days. Wait until we move on from here, till we are further away from Tom. I just don’t want to risk him finding us again.’ Loki said, his voice wavering slightly as he raised my hand up so he could kiss the back of it.

I could tell he was still scared. It was to be expected, I was too.

��I guess… We don’t know if he has more of that serum that was turning you.’ I sighed. ‘Alright. I’ll wait a few more days.’

‘Good girl. It’s for the best. We need to stay safe.’ He cupped my face and pressed his forehead against mine.

‘I will not lose you.’

#The monster within #Tom Hiddleston #Loki

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austenwilliam · 6 years

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Reindeer Games and Baby Names

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Rating: Fluffy fluff with a bit of humour.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tom in any way, shape or form. The same goes for any of the MCU characters or their respective actors/actresses. This is purely for entertainment purposes. I write for fun and I do not make any money from this, whatsoever.

Warnings: Alcohol mentionings.

Summary: This is what happens when you mix Halloween, alcohol, MCU and a pregnant lady together. (I really do suck at summaries so...on with the show!!? *nervous laugh*)

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The music blared, the room shook with the bass and the chatter of the partying people within the hall. Halloween had come around once again and Tom was slightly on edge about the celebrations to come. It had been the same year that The Avengers had been released out in to the world and the whole cast had decided to gather together at Robert's for a fancy dress party. The only downside was that it meant Tom had do put on the full gear and make an appearance as Loki once again.

Earlier on that day his love and other half had giggled as he sat getting his wig put on. She sat opposite him with his Loki helmet on quoting his lines back to him whilst laughing endlessly.

"You are such a nerd, you know that right?!" He tried to sound hurt at her making fun of him but her laugh was so infectious he couldn't help but join in, only stopping when the artist helping him to apply his Loki hair tugged at his head in a silent message warning him to keep still. He coughed and apologised before giving his love a stern glare but still with a twinkle in his eye.

At the party he was so happy to see everyone else dressed in some sort of crazy costume. He loved watching both Chris' sizing up as Thor and Captain America. Mr Stark was having the most fun out of it as all he had to do was wear his usual attire with the blue reactor in the centre of his chest.

"Hey, Reindeer Games! How's it going?" Robert clapped Tom hard on the back causing the smaller man to lurch forward almost choking on his drink. He swallowed hard and spluttered before regaining his composure. Clearing his throat he grunted and looked to the one and only, Iron Man.

"I'm too sober for this."

"Well I know the perfect solution for that!" He chirped and then as if by magic he produced another glass of some sort of alcoholic beverage and passed it to Tom. "Drink up, Thor is out doing the lot of us." He nodded towards Chris who was getting fancy with his beloved Mjolnir, lifting it up as if he was the only one that actually could. Tom shook his head and wondered over to his on screen brother, half brother.

"Brother, you do know you are making yourself look like such a fool with that damned hammer?"

"Not at all, dear brother!" Chris bellowed in his brash and well perfected English accent.

"Well, please stop swinging your hammer about, you're going to take someone out with it."

"Oh Loki, lighten up and have some fun. Anyway, where is that lovely lady of yours?" Chris asked, finally putting the hammer down. Tom couldn't help but light up as he got the chance to talk about his beloved. Whenever the mention of her name or the thought of her came up he would smile, from ear to ear. Regardless of what mood he was in she would instantly lighten up the room with just her laugh and her presence. It was now that he couldn't be more proud of her and happier to be the one she loves.

"She is at home, resting. It's not too long now for her." His smile betrayed his character as he looked each and every part the loving partner, a far cry from Loki's cold demeanour.

There was not another minute he could have to think about her before Captain America came running over to him almost out of breath. How he got so breathless Tom wasn't sure as it was only from one side of the hall to the other but he didn't dare ask.

"Mr. Asgard, it's time! You best get yourself to that hospital now!"

With that news it was as if the whole room froze. After a second to contemplate what was happening the whole room went in to fast forward mode. Luckily Rogers had not had the chance to have a drink he offered to take the silver tongued Asgardian to the hospital.

"We're not going to have time to change are we?" Robert asked as the closest of Tom's friends followed him to the car. Thunderous Chris charged his way to the front and called shot gun but Rogers stood firm and told the drunken God to get in the back as the front was reserved for the father to be.

Tom climbed in to the front seat of the car and he was in such shock that he could barely form a sentence. Instead he stayed quiet thinking of what awaited him when he arrived on the maternity ward.

After what felt like a lifetime stuck in a car with the Avengers and one who was rather drunk in particular, Tom was glad to get out and first of all get some air. The moment the car door shut he kicked himself in to gear and ran inside of the ward. The adrenaline running through him made him forget that he was still in his Loki get up. As he stood at the reception desk he asked for the number of the room his love was in. The receptionist just looked at him dumbstruck before shakily pointing towards the corridor he needed to go down.

"N-Number 449."

He nodded and without another word he ran towards the said room. The receptionist had to do a double take as she was pretty sure the Norse God, Loki had just asked her where a room was. She then noticed Iron Man, Captain America, Thor and Black Widow run in after the God of mischief. She shook her head and pinched herself, muttering that she really needed to get more sleep as she was sure she was seeing things.

Tom walked in to the room to find his love pacing the room, back and forth. Her hands were on the small of her back, her forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat. As soon as she noticed her other half standing there still in his costume and she chuckled through her pain.

"My love, you do know how to pick your times." Tom walked over to her and rubbed the bottom of her back for her, guiding her to the bed.

"I'm ever so sorry but the mini one was pretty adamant he was coming today." She panted as another contraction hit her, wracking her body with unwanted sensations. She gripped on to his hand and squeezed tight.

Once he had finally convinced her to lay down on the bed he made sure she was as comfortable as possible. He did not let go of her hand at all and let her know that he was there. When the nurses walked in at first he had to convince her that he was in fact her husband and not some crazy Loki fanatic. Unfortunately the wig glue did not allow him from just removing the whole thing to reveal himself. After a moment or so they completely forgot about the trickster in the room and focused on the mother to be. They monitored her vitals and checked the progress of her labour.

The same routine went on for another four lengthy hours before the moment finally came. His love was pushing with all the strength she had to bring their child in to the world. The whole time he did not leave her side, giving her words of encouragement as she struggled through the ordeal.

"I can't push anymore, I am tired." She whimpered, looking up at her man with desperate need for it all to be over,

Tom kissed her forehead, not caring for the sweat that dripped down it. He ran his free hand through her matted hair and smiled softly giving as much sympathy as was possible for a man to give a woman who was experiencing the most amount of pain possible. He looked down at the beautiful woman laying there, taking a moment to gather up more courage and strength to push. Although she was sweating, her hair was a mess and she looked tired beyond belief he couldn't find a woman more beautiful. She lay there about to give him the most precious gift anybody could wish for.

"You can do this my love. Just think, one more and it will all be over and he will be here." He soothed her and kissed her temple. "I'm here and I'm not going to let go. So now be a love and push, just once more." He kindly instructed her. He looked to the nurse at the delivery end of his love and nodded hoping they would encourage her also.

With another push she bore down and screamed as she gave her all to bring their child in to the world. Suddenly she fell back as if the victory had been won and she was done. Everything soon stopped as the sound of a baby's cry filled the room. Both lovers looked at each other and it was as if the whole world had stopped around them. Tears sprung to his eyes as he couldn't love her more than he did in that exact moment. He bent down and kissed her lovingly on her lips before kissing her all over face.

She laughed and told him to stop being such a nerd and to see what they were doing with their baby. He stood tall and turned to see a nurse coming towards them with a small bundle wrapped up in layers of warm blankets. The nurse was about to hand the young one to her mother but she said she wanted Tom to be the first to hold their child. The nurse smiled and nodded before holding out the bundle to him.

"Welcome to fatherhood, dad. This is your little girl." The nurse placed the child in his arms and he looked shocked at the nurse.

"Girl? We were told we were expecting a boy?"

"Well it looks like the scans missed out in this little one as she is definitely your daughter, sir." The nurse smiled as he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Tom swallowed hard as he looked down at his little girl for the first time. He was told that you never knew what true and pure love was until you held your child in your arms for the very first time. He felt just that as he looked at the sleeping angel in his arms, her nose so small, her hands too and her cheeks so round and soft.

He cried silent tears of joy as he held her tiny hand in his.

"She's perfect." He whispered and then sat beside his love who reached over to stroke the crown of their child's head.

The new parents shared a moment of joy together, coming to terms with the new news as well as the idea of finally becoming parents. The quiet moment was short lived as soon as the nurse allowed the bunch from outside of the room to enter.

Captain and Widow turned in to piles of softness as they laid eyes on the beautiful little girl where as Stark looked at her as if she was an alien. Typical Stark. Thor hugged both of the new parents and congratulated them both.

"What are you going to name the little bundle?"

"Well we had planned for Adam as a boy but well, turns out we were blessed with a precious girl instead."

"What about Thorina?!" Thor laughed, still slightly drunk.

"Oh come on that's an awful name!" Captain added which made Thor frown.

"Well it's a good thing I didn't ask for your opinion then."

Tom shook his head as the group sat and chatted amongst themselves, Captain and Thor bickering over Thor's baby name ideas. He looked to his love who was now holding their child and smiling down at the sleeping joy.

"I love you, thank you for giving me this gift." He said as he kissed the top of her head. She just gave his hand a tight squeeze and looked to their daughter.

"I guess we will have to think of a name for her and luckily everything at home is neutral."

He nodded and agreed. They weren't sure if they wanted to make everything at home blue so they opted for more gender neutral colours.

After a while the gang left the new parents to it leaving them with well wishes and many congratulations. Tom lay in the bed with his love and cuddled her close as they both looked to the bassinet beside them that held their sleeping angel. He cuddled his darling closer and kissed her cheek before urging her to sleep as no doubt she was exhausted.

Once both ladies in his life were fast asleep he quietly left the room to ring his family and hers also. He rang his own parents first.

"Hey mum, it's a girl." He beamed down the phone.

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