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Ice Cold - Loki Laufeyson

Yes basically a repeat of Hypothermia-I had a different idea for it and his magic please leave me alone

My Masterlist.

hurt/comfort, hurting to heal, enemies to lovers undertones, x gender neutral reader

Word count: 1.8k Warnings: symptoms of hypothermia(?), canon violence (if any), not proofread

Summary: Loki helps Reader when they become hypothermic after raiding a HYDRA base in the Arctic, proving that he may care more than have thouight.

"Maybe if you hadn't fucked up back there, we wouldn't be walking god knows how far through the Arctic." I hissed at the smug god ahead of me. He was unphased by the cold, fortunately enough for him. I was unable to use my own magic to warm myself; I was injured and much too tired to have the energy to waste on that.

"Maybe if you had listened to me, we wouldn't be walking god knows how far through the Arctic." Loki repeated me mockingly. I huffed, wiggling my toes in the boots I wore as I noticed I had lost feeling in them. We were always bickering back and forth, just enough to get on the others' nerves. It never went much further than that, but at times our banter did become bitter. It didn't mean I didn't trust him to have my back during missions…but I didn't fully trust him to have my back.

I ignored him, pressing the button to my earpiece for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. Nothing but static. The winter storm–more like a blizzard, by now-had picked up, and the wind whipped the sharp ice crystals against my exposed skin painfully. It had picked up enough fury to block out our communications, leaving us absolutely disconnected from the others.

"Fuck." I cursed under my breath, my teeth chartering. I squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden wave of exhaustion that came over me, pausing before attempting to pick up my pace. I shivered, pulling the not-very-warm jacket I wore tighter around me as I followed behind him. It was warm enough to keep me warm while I was moving, but not enough to hinder my movement during combat. It worked well enough, except for situations like this.

His icy eyes flickered over me quickly, holding an inkling of concern. "Cold?"

"Not at all." I muttered, catching up to him as he paused in his tracks. I stumbled, and Loki was quick to reach out and catch me before I fell face-first into the snow. My reaction was delayed, and I barely stuck my arms out in front of me when he had caught me.

"Thanks." I mumbled, stumbling over my words as well. I glared at him, pulling away. Once again, I tugged my glove off to fumble with my ear piece. It vaguely registered in my brain that my fingers were a concerning shade of gray.

"Put your glove back on." Loki ordered. "You're going to get frostbite."

"I'm fine." I insisted, still awkwardly fumbling with the communication device in my hand. I couldn't feel my fingers, so I couldn't tell if I had actually pressed the buttons or not. I groaned in frustration, slipping my glove back on and wiggling my numb fingers. A voice was calling my name, I suddenly realized, and my head snapped up.

"How are you feeling?" Loki asked me. He was much closer than he had been before.

I blinked slowly, struggling to process what he just said. "Fine. I'm feeling fine."

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Really. 'm not even cold, see? I'm not even shivering or anything." I jumped when his cool fingers prodded the side of my neck. He frowned, his eyes flickered up to mine.

"That's not good." He muttered, turning away. "I see a shelter in the distance. Come." He said, louder this time, as he motioned me over with his hand. I didn't have the energy to argue, following him blindly. I squinted, attempting to see the shelter he spoke of, but I couldn't see anything. I noticed he kept a much slower pace than before, glancing back at me every once in a while.

"Loki." I mumbled, stopping. My limbs were stiff from the cold, and it had become harder and harder to breathe with the sharp daggers of ice being driven down my throat. He continued on, not appearing to hear me. "Loki." I repeated, though my voice was no louder. My eyes were heavy, and all I wanted to do was rest. I was beyond exhausted.

He was by my side when I looked up. Any other time, it would have startled me, but now, I collapsed into him gratefully. With a small sigh, I rested my weight against him, my eyelids fluttering shut. They opened again in delayed alarm as his arm wound around my waist, dragging me in the direction of the previously mentioned shelter.

"We're almost there, hang on." He muttered. I hung limply from his arms, shallow, labored breaths leaving my lungs in small clouds from my lips. The next thing I knew, he was gently but urgently shaking me off onto the ground in a small cave hollow. I clung to him and his warmth insistently.

"I'm cold." I mumbled in protest. His warm hands once again pressed to the side of my neck, readjusting several times before trying at my wrist. I laid my head on the cool floor of the cave, a shuddering breath leaving my lungs. Loki quickly gathered me up in his lap, causing me to gasp in surprise. I flailed briefly, and clumsily.

He was oddly warmer than usual as he held me close to him. He flattened his legs out in front of him, propping my upper half across them as he began to unwind my scarf from around my neck. I was barely aware that he was undressing me until he unzipped my winter jacket and I felt the sharpness of the cold on my bare collarbone. I groaned in protest, batting his hands away and fumbling for the zipper of my coat. He was quick to pin my arms to my sides, and unzip my jacket again. I shivered as the cold air nipped at my exposed skin, and he slid a frigid hand onto my chest and over my heart.

"I'll be quick, love." He murmured. An icy pain shot into the center of my heart, causing me to choke out a cry and claw at his hand. He grimaced, but continued to assault the muscle in my chest with freezing daggers.

I felt like I was going to die. He was killing me, as payback for god knows what, but he was killing me. He had finally had enough of our arguments. Of*me. It would be easy for him to pass my death off as hypothermia, I panicked.

After several agonizing moments, the pain subsided, leaving me gasping for breath and struggling away from him. I suddenly realized I could feel my limbs for the first time in several hours. I backed away from him until my back hit the opposite wall of the cave, still breathing heavily. Hastily zipping my jacket up, I began to shiver violently. That was a good sign, I knew, but I almost wished he had left me the way I was. The constant shaking drained my energy horribly.

"How do you feel?" Loki eyed me carefully.

"Cold." I chattered out, wrapping my arms around myself.

"Come here."

"No."

"Come here." His voice was edged with frustration.

"I'm f-fine." I insisted, tucking myself closer to the wall when an icy wind howled through. The god crept across the cave to me, and I flinched when he reached for me. A frown crossed his face at that, as he reached to check my pulse. His hands were warm for a frost giant, even warmer than a human. I knew he was using his magic.

"You don't need to waste your magic on me." I muttered.

"If I hadn't already, you'd be dead in less than an hour." He hissed. I must have hit a nerve.

"I have my o-own." I argued.

"And you were too weak to use it."

"Here we go again! Just because I have limits because I'm not an immortal fucking god, I'm weak." I laughed humorlessly.

"That's exactly it." He said flatly. "I liked you better half dead." He muttered, looking out of the cave and not meeting my furious gaze.

"Me too. At least we can finally agree on something." I said sarcastically, leaning back against the cold rock. I slumped against the wall, and it wasn't long before I began to drift off again, my body demanding sleep.

"Wake up, you pathetic mortal." Loki's sharp voice awoke me. "I did not waste all that energy just for you to die on me."

I groaned, attempting to turn away from his hands, gripping my shoulders and shaking me. My eyes flickered open, and I jerked back at his closeness, knocking my head against the rock with a hiss of pain. He withdrew, falling back into a sitting position not much further away. I glared at him, still shivering as I rubbed the tender spot on the back of my head. My limbs were stiff from the gnawing cold, and I longed to just get the fuck out of here and relieve my body of the freezing Arctic temperatures.

"Have you gotten in contact with them yet?" I asked him tiredly. He shook his head, pursing his lips as he took in my trembling form.

Even though I had just awoken, I still had nothing on my mind but sleep. My body begged and ached for it, every muscle felt as if it weighed several tons. My eyelids drooped and I shuddered again. I was suddenly aware of Loki's hands on my shoulders, and once again his face inches from mine as his sharp eyes took in my condition. I caved, allowing myself to lean into his warm touch. He took this as an okay, pulling me against his chest and into his warm embrace. I didn't fight him this time, tucking myself further into him.

He carefully adjusted my body against his, before slipping his, this time warm, hand under my coat. I reacted out of instinct this time though, and I immediately began to struggle, remembering what had happened before.

"Shh. It's not going to hurt, I promise." He reassured me softly. "Calm down."

I forced myself to calm, still shrinking away from his hand, even though I had no room to do so. A warm feeling suddenly rushed through my veins, and soon it felt like a heated blanket being draped over my cold body, except ten times better. I relaxed into him with a sigh of contentment, as I felt relief from the aching cold for the first time in hours.

I began to drift off again quickly, slumping against his chest. He continued to hold his hand over my heart, though he no longer needed to. Carefully, he shifted me against him into a more comfortable position, careful not to wake me. I barely awoke as he tossed his cloak over the both of us.

"Rest now, love."

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colorsunimaginable · 5 months

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its weird to post my fic and reblog the masterlist with tom actually trending lol

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nerdby · 9 months

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I swear to fuck the first person that messages me with fandom discourse when season two of Loki starts in October is getting BLOCKED. I don't care if the self-cest grosses you the fuck out.

If you don't like it then don't watch it and shut the fuck up so the rest of us can enjoy the show.

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Okay, here we go

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smolvenger · 1 month

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Hot for Teacher (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After being private about your relationship, your professor boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, introduces you to his students.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Some thirsty comments and cursing, but no smut. Established relationship and lots of fluffy moments. Grammar and spelling mistakes that slipped past me. Reader not being a student and being an Adult Adult (tm). A big fancy ball because I decided not some hum drum party was gonna do. (I'm the writer, I can do what I want). I rip off YouTube comments and Ana Huang and stuff I see on Tiktok and Instagram.

A/N: For @holdmytesseract's request! I am sorry this took a while due to stuff happening, but here it is!!!

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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You always visited the campus coffee shop on Mondays at 10 am to overhear students being thirsty for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at their comments. They were leaving their English Literature Survey class. Only they weren’t discussing books.

“Sooo nice of him to lower the word count for the essay, he knows it’s a lot.”

“Holy crap, did you see how tight his shirt was today? I could practically see his titties.”

“He needs to quote Shakespeare again. I think I’m developing a kink.”

“If I caught my girl in bed with Professor Hiddleston, I’d tuck him in.”

“If I was at the club and Professor Hiddleston was hitting on my girl, I’d start to cry…because he didn’t choose me.”

“I’m a hardcore lesbian, but Professor Hiddleston is on my cheat card.”

“I’m a hardcore asexual, but Professor Hiddleston is so hot that if I had to get pregnant I’d want him to do the honors.”

You sipped up your drink, sitting in a far corner. Smiling bright as you heard them. Stifling a laugh so hard you could feel your drink always threatened to snort out of your nose. You would cup your face, ensuring they didn’t take note of you. Even get out the notes app on your phone to type them down. Not that you’d ever show him.

He was their hot Professor. But to you, he was just Tom.

Just Tom. A boyfriend who cared for you respected you, and listened to you. Who did the bare minimum and so much more. They didn’t know his flaws, living with each other's smells and body odors and functions and insecurities. And the little, beautiful moments that made you all the more in love with him. How you would both go to bookstores and geek out after certain works, make a mess in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or stay in your pajamas until 1 pm watching something on the TV. Did they know how loud he snored at night? Or how sensitive his neck was? Or that he was fidgety if he sat too long?

Then one of them said “His girlfriend is one lucky ass bitch. I wonder what she’s like?”

“Oh…he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend, do you think…he’s single?!” one asked.

They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.

You froze, only staring quietly at your drink.

Tom didn’t talk about you in class. Nothing. Nada. Goose eggs. They didn't know you existed.

So far you were sure they were not little homewreckers- not successfully, at least. You trusted Tom and he trusted you and his students respected his boundaries. But he blocked them on social media so they wouldn’t dig anything about him. Tom was a private person and he wanted that to be respected by his students.

When you both met to hang out and make dinner later that evening- his special Spaghetti bolognese recipe, he gave you a hug and kiss on your head.

“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.

His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.

“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.

You dived in to kiss him on the lips, his beard scratching your chin.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Oh, just fine. Your students were…wondering about me today. I saw them at the shop.”

“They didn’t recognize you?”

“No- they don’t know what I look like. Or about me, period…we’ve kept it that way…”

Both of you got into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and preparing the pasta and sauce. It smelled of garlic, onion, and olive oil, making your stomach rumble. How easily smelling that in a kitchen could solve all of your problems!

He smiled at you. Then, as the pasta was set to boil in the pot, he turned to you. His sleeves rolled up (making you giddy inside) and his face was a little flushed from the heat of the steam from cooking.

“My angel, I don’t want to keep you in hiding- and you shouldn’t.”

“Tom, what do you mean?” you asked. You stirred the sauce, then tapped the spoon and set it on a jar for attempted cleanliness.

I love you. And this is a part of my life…would you like to meet them? I promise you, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them!”

He went up to hug you from behind and you watched the simmering food.

You paused, taking in a breath. What were you afraid of? Were you ashamed of Tom or being with him? No, not a bit.

You turned around to face him.

“They’re college kids. They’re basically puppies…I think I’d like to meet them.” you agreed

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You both decided what event it should be that you would meet them. There were events called Bookish Balls that were all the rage now. It was a prom for adults. Proms where everyone dressed like fantasy characters and showed off costumes and even cosplays. It was everything from complex armor to a dress with some elf ears on.

You knew he had a Shakespearean-era outfit from a play he did that he kept you just had to find the right look. It would be more exciting and less creepy then if you jumped on them at the mall like a pair of stalkers.

And the ball looked like fun.

You and Tom both arrived. He was in his Shakespearean garb and crown. You had your own outfit- you adored it. You couldn’t help but look at each large mirror you walked by as you walked down the dim hallways with carpeted floors.

All the students were talking about it- tickets were 60 percent off for students. Since they were all raving about these hot new fantasy books between their required reading of Dickens. They all rattled their iced coffees like maracas and gossiped and shared pics of their outfits on their phones every day before class according to Tom. Most of them would all be there.

Little did they know their Professor was going to be there, as well as his girlfriend.

You both arrived at the fine, fancy hotel. Tom was dressed in his leather doublet and pants with a large cape and a grand crown. Ever the king. You had splurged on the fancy outfit you wanted badly- and you felt as if you were a heroine in a story as you walked through.

“You look stunning- they’re going to adore you,” Tom assured you.

You hoped so. If they met you and humiliated you in some way tonight or after, you would move to Antarctica and learn to speak penguin.

Taking his arm and feeling like royalty, you both went down the fine large building. You saw people gathered. There were some stage lights and the large gala room had trees with flowers everywhere as well as thrones, little game booths photo booths, and a banquet. And, of course, a packed dance floor. A live band played. Many people wore crowns and wings and elf ears and were dancing away with zeal. Women twirled their ballgown skirts with smiles so big it lit them up. Many flicked their capes dramatically or wrapped around them like blankets. There were fairy lights and glitter everywhere and there were photo ops and even a costume contest. It was in full sway.

Including a crowd that included Tom’s students. They jumped up in time to the song, breathlessly singing along to every word.

Tom held out your hand, both of you feeling like the king and queen looking over their jubilant subjects. You both walked down. Hoping your outfit looked as nice on you as you hoped it would.

The song was entering its last chorus. The student's backs were turned and their capes and wings were bouncing as they danced. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

He went to his group of students and cleared his throat. At once they turned their heads.

They looked at him and then you and their jaws dropped.

Tom said.“hello, here is Y/N, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend.” He then leaned you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All of their eyes bugged out of their skulls and jaws dropped like broken nutcrackers among them.

You were worried the girls in the group would glare at you like they were going to rip out your stomach intestines.

But instead, all of them collapsed into a collective “AAaaaaawwwwwww, hello!” and “What?! WHAT?!” Their eyes flitted toward Tom in tight leather (who wouldn’t?) and you in your presence.

You went up like in any social situation. You gave them a smile- warm, genuine, polite, and friendly.

“Hi there, it’s nice to meet you- I heard all about you guys!”

You shook their hands. You got to meet them and learn names- Kelly, Hailey, Jessie, Emily, Daniel, Isaiah, Chase, Cameron, Kat, Miranda, Edgar, and so many more your head spun. But you eventually got it with practice.

But they let you dance with them. Be relaxed and have fun. It moved from a band to a playlist of all the classic dance songs. The band blasted Single Ladies and the girls invited you, dragging you in. You tried to copy the moves from the music video, but couldn’t quite and they all burst into laughter anyway.

It then slowed down- it was a ballad, the Cody Fry song about falling in love being like a symphony.

“Well…could I have a dance with my lady?” Tom asked, holding out his hand.

They gasped and looked at you.

“Oh, what a gentleman! I’d be delighted!” you said, accepting his hand.

They let you and Tom have a slow dance- how handsome he looked in the light, beaming at you. They smiled as if they were watching a rom-com at the end. There were no angry glares- at most, some looked a little reflective and sad. But none dared interrupt the moment with you and Tom.

Would they hate you after seeing the affection?

If so, they shut their mouths and minded their beeswax about it.

There were loads of pictures- you were willing to take some (they were seeing you as the surrogate Adult Adult more than their adults) and they included you in some, including some selfies.

Tom excused himself and returned with even brought you a little plate of food. a plate full of little sandwiches, cheeses, and fruits. You both rested your feet and shared some, feeling their eyes on you. For dessert, there were some gooey brownies that melted in your mouth. Tom eagerly grabbed some, his large hands packing as many brownies as he could.

But you realized his beard had streaks of chocolate brownies on it, you burst into laughter and you heard some giggling from the students too.

“Oh, let me take care of that!” you offered.

You got out a handkerchief and wiped it off of him. You definitely heard “awwwws” in the distance. Looking at it, his beard was now clean.

“There you go! But dashing as always!” you said.

He held your hand and kissed it. The “AWWWWWS” got louder in the back and you both had to suppress your laughter.

Rejoining the students, you saw them less as little judges or would-be homewreckers. You got to talk to them. Maybe you judged them harshly- you remembered being in college when you were that young too. Of course, they grumbled about the coursework sometimes and you gave your own insight.

“Oh- you’re seriously reading Persuasion? Oh, just wait! Austen takes some time to get used to when you read her stuff- read them slowly and you will catch onto what’s happening! The yearning in that one is beautiful” you encouraged a distraught Hailey.

You even discussed what fantasy books they were into and got some more recommendations for your ever-growing TBR. And at the end, every last person in the crowd gathered and danced. You and Tom joined the students with big grins and aching feet, but you wouldn’t stop until that last song ended its phrase. No drama. No pettiness. And no hiding. No fear. Just people at a party. Young and happy and alive.

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The other morning, you were back at the coffee shop. Waiting on them. Soon enough, they arrived in their band, though you remained in the corner.

“I couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend!” Daniel gasped.

“Really?! I’m not! A man that fine can have his pick,” Kelly commented.

They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.

“She is gorgeous- didn’t you see her at that ball!? And she’s super nice!”

“Yeah…I want them to be happy and he seems so happy-”

“Oh, he is cheesing after her- you saw how he smiled?! And how he got the plate for her? Like, he’s a walking green flag!”

‘She’s so lucky!

“Listen, I am glad they’re happy…I just wish it were me…”

They all sighed and agreed,. You waited for that whole vibe of that phrase to blow away.

Then, quietly you walked over.

“Hello everyone,” you said.

They gasped and turned heads.

“YN! YN, hi!” one boy, what was his name- oh yes, Cameron!-said.

“Oh, I just wanted to pop by,” you added.

Then, Emily stood up. She got out a chair from one table and moved it over to where everyone sat .

“Do you have anywhere to be? You can…you can join us! You’re welcome to!”

You smiled at them and took a seat.

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ovur · 1 year

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#..huh?#this is like taylor swift with tom hiddleson

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jewels2876 · 2 years

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Carrying A Torch

Cooking together for @marvelfluffbingo

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Plus-sized female reader

Word Count: 893

No warnings - just food and fluff!

Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics

When you had accepted the job with craft services, you expected to be cooking for some interesting people. Nowhere in the contract you had to sign did it state you would ever consider rubbing elbows with some of your favorite actors, let alone your dream crush Tom Hiddleston. But here you were, creating dishes and desserts for hundreds and staring at the backside of said crush. Currently that backside was covered in a pair of tight blue pants that he seemed to favor and a light grey colored sweater. Wondering to yourself if the sweater was as soft as it looked, you flipped the veggies in the cast iron skillet.

“MIght I trouble you for another serving?” You turned to see a pair of piercing greenish blue eyes staring back at you. “It’s really delicious and I thought I could use more.” You blushed at the attention from Tom, but smiled easily and offered the veggies straight out of the skillet.

“Let me know what you think. I added a bit of heat to them this time.”

Tom groaned as he took his first bite. “Delicious! You can cook for me anytime.” He watched as you broke out into a wide smile at his compliment. Tom took another bite and looked at you thoughtfully. Don’t say something stupid, he thought as he opened his mouth.

“Well I should be going. These really are delicious .” He gave you a gentle smile and walked away.

A week later, you were in the middle of creating several creme brulees when a loud crash sounded. You watched in horror as the desserts sank in the middle. You looked around for the culprit and saw an apologetic Tom with his head hung. “I am so sorry!”

You sucked in a breath and tried to hold back the tears. “It’s okay Tom. I can start from scratch, but… these were for the directors. They’re going to have my job if I don’t do this right.” Tom’s jaw dropped slightly, not knowing how delicate the situation was.

“I really am sorry…”

“I know. I have to get back to work.” You gave him a small smile as you dumped the ruined desserts in the trash.

“Can I help?”

You startled at the questions. “Can you help?”

Tom flashed a winning smile. “I know that I can help, but may I, since I was the cause of the disaster?”

You merely nodded; Tom’s smile grew wider and grabbed a clean apron from behind you. You handed him 4 large eggs, with instructions to break them and separate the yolks while you warmed cream, sugar, and vanilla bean in a saucepan. The conversation flowed easily as Tom acted as your sous chef. He would ask questions here and there, but he let you do most of the work. As the custards baked, he studied you more closely. “How did you get into cooking?”

You shifted from one foot to another before responding. “I come from a long line of women that didn’t like to cook, so this was a shock to people who know my family. But I took Home Economics in high school and was hooked immediately. I liked being able to make people happy with food.”

The oven timer went off. You pulled out the water bath and eyed the ramikens critically. “These look perfect. I’ll let them chill overnight and finish them up at the luncheon tomorrow.”

“You mean I can’t torch them?” Tom’s face fell. You held back your laugh until the refrigerator door was shut.

“Maybe another time.”

The directors made yummy noises as they slurped up their desserts. You tried to hide your smile behind your hand as a small line of the brulee trickled down the chin of one director. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

The one who just finished wiped the errant drip off his chin exclaimed. “No thank you! That was amazing! Tom wasn’t lying!” You stopped and looked at the director in confusion. “He told us you were an amazing chef; count us among your fans.”

“Thank you,” you said as you slightly bent a knee in respect. You made a mental note to talk to Tom about this the next time you saw him again. You left the room, signaling the cleanup crew with a nod.

As you walked back to your car, you ran into a hard body. “I am so…” Your words died on your lips as you stared at Tom. “Oh, sorry.” You backed up and moved to walk around him.

Tom reached out and touched your arm. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you gave him a small smile, unlocking your car. “Thanks again for your help yesterday. The creme brulee was a hit! Although….”

“Although?” He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“They caught me off guard, mentioning you and your compliments on my cooking.” You shrugged before hitting your key fob and opening the car door.

Tom held open your car door as you slid in. “Even if I wouldn't have said anything, they still would have given you rave reviews.”

“Probably.” You settled into your seat, trying not to stare too hard at him. Is he just being nice or…

“Maybe we can make them again sometime, as you suggested. Say, this weekend? After dinner?” Tom’s smile grew just a bit.

You tried not to look shocked as he waited patiently for your reply. “Me? Dinner?” you squeaked. You cleared your throat and took a quick deep breath. “I mean, yes. That sounds great! Maybe I’ll start them before you come over.”

“And you’ll let me use the torch?”

Something else was sparking at the idea of entertaining this lovely man in your tiny flat. You giggled at the thought. “Yes, this time I’ll let you use the torch.”

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