1 note · View note
could I be with an average 40 year old man?
but if is THIS 40 year old man?
1 note · View note
SAVE TIME (idk help me title this?)
A/N: alright this is gonna be a weird post because I haven’t really written anything like this, the inspiration for this fic is the Loki trailer and something i do a almost every night. (no its not that you lil perv!) just stick around to find out what it is. :) P.S. this is not a reader insert fic, or Loki x Reader type of thing, because IDK how to write things like that :'))
Summary: this is just part one so basically mostly its just like the trailer.
warnings: swearing i guess..?
They had brought in Loki the god of mischief to the Timekeeper’s domain, where he will stand in trial for causing the timeline to diverge into multiple other timelines, for taking the Tesseract, he was chained up and now stood before the council.
"I know what this place is." Loki says as he was dragged by the arm, the person had Loki on one hand and the Tesseract on the other. He was thrown into a room and was stripped off of his clothes and was given a new set of clothes that resembled prison jumpers, but in Loki's case it wasn't orange, it was a dull beige color. "The Timekeepers have built quite the circus." he says to himself as he was escorted to another room that looked like a courtroom in Midgard. He looks up and says; "And I see the clowns are playing their parts to perfection."
“So, Loki God of Mischief—” the council member states as she looks at Loki’s documents, “Don’t wear it out love.” he says cockily, the council ignore this and she continues; “We preserve the flow of time, but when you picked up the Tesseract you broke reality.” she looks to her side as if she was thinking, “Now what do we do with you..?” turning back and says. “I— I propose an idea.” a blonde man steps forward, “Why not use Loki to fix what he broke?” Loki looks at the man brows furrowed, “What?” he asks, “Look he broke it, now he’s going to help fix it.” the blonde man states. “Very well Mobius. You’re in charge of fixing this. Since you were the one who proposed this idea.” Mobius eyes lit up and a small smile played on his lips, “Yes ma’am.” he looked at Loki, “This’ll be fun.” Loki just rolled his eyes.
Mobius then escorted Loki out of the room and into an elevator; "You're taking me somewhere to kill me." Loki says to Mobius without looking at him. "No, I'm taking you some place to talk." Mobius replies, "Well, I don't like to talk." Loki says with a straight face, "But you like to lie," Mobius pauses, "Which you just did. 'Cause we both know you love to talk." He shakes his head chuckling slightly. "Talky talky" he teases Loki, "How long have you been here?" Loki turns, Mobius sighs, "I don't know, it's hard to say. You know, time passes different here in the TVA." he says like it was common knowledge to Loki, "What does that mean?" Loki asks, "You'll catch up." Mobius smiles as he placed his hand on Loki's arm to lead him out of the elevator.
As they walked the cold warmly lit hallway, Loki noticed the bare walls, the few doors he did see on the way to 'some place to talk' were just normal doors, or so it seems when he noticed flashing lights under the door, he was a little nervous but of course he held a cold unreadable stance while Mobius walked with him.
They stopped in front of one and Mobius opens the door and motions Loki to go in, reluctantly he steps inside and what he saw was a very normal looking room with a table with chairs on either sides and a computer on one side, "Sit." Mobius motioned to Loki, as he sat on the side where the computer was, the door behind Loki closed and disappeared, he looked behind him and turned back to face Mobius and took the seat adjacent to him.
"You know, you're such a big metaphor guy. I love it, makes you sound super smart." Mobius tells Loki, "I am smart." Loki retorts, "I know." Mobius replied.
"Okay." Loki says as he crosses his arms, "Okay..." Mobius then starts typing, "So here's the deal Loki, this is basically your fault." he starts, Loki just listens, "The thing is that it is causing us quite a headache trying to fix what you broke," he pauses his typing, "and I think it would be really nice if you helped fix this; since this is your fault." he looks up from his computer, "And? Now you want me to work with you?" Loki replies, "Yes, and who knows maybe the council might be more merciful to you after you fix this." Loki's brows furrowed as he thought, he was in the mercy of the council and at the mercy of Mobius for the moment, maybe if he played along he would be able to plan an escape; and escape at the time when they least expect it, he thought, he just has to make them trust him. Loki is always ten (10) steps ahead. Loki sighed lowly, "Alright, you piqued my interest."
"Alright let's do this then!" Mobius then started typing again with a smile on his face, "Oh and before we start, you will be called as Variant. Think of it as a nickname of sorts." he looks up briefly to Loki, "Now let's get started." Mobius says smiling, Loki looked confused, "See you in a bit bud." was the last thing Loki heard from Mobius after Mobius pressed a button on the computer before a trap door opened up below Loki dropping him down to another room.
All Mobius heard was Loki screaming as he fell down, a smile on Mobius face as he found Loki's screaming humorous. Loki then fell down on a chair, he looked at himself to check if he was alright, he looked up and saw a man behind a table looking unamused, Loki looked around to find himself in a square office, and to his left he saw a cat laying lazily, the man then slid a huge pile of papers towards Loki and says, "Please sign to verify this is everything you've ever said." Loki looked at the pile of papers in disgust. "This is absurd!" Loki exclaimed, immediately after saying that the printer beside the man started to hum indicating that it was printing then a beep signaled that it was done, the man in front of Loki sighed and lazily turned to his printer and took the paper and placed it on top of the pile, "Sign this too." he tells Loki, Loki just looked at the man and let out a sigh of defeat. He then took a pen from the table and started signing the papers, the time that he had been signing felt like eternity due to the repeated process of signing every single piece of paper, when he was done he sighed and leaned back on the chair he was sitting on, he looked at the man in front of him, he was arranging the papers neatly and stacked them on the side of the table, Loki was about to say something but decided against it and waited. "Okay you're cleared, I'll send you back to Mobius now." the man then typed on a typewriter, suddenly Loki's chair shot up the ceiling, it was not there anymore, he was whisked up and suddenly he was in front of Mobius again. Loki's hair looked like a mess, his heart racing due to the suddenness, Loki then brushed back his hair sending a glare to Mobius. "Enjoying the transport?" he let out a chuckle, he then motioned to the screens, "This Loki is the center where we keep track of everything." he then starts typing, "And this is where you messed up." Mobius motioned for Loki to look at the biggest screen in the middle of the room.
Loki was shown the weight of his mistake, the multiple worlds and realities that was created just by touching the Tesseract. He wasn't a monster, he felt bad for some of the things that happened of course, but he was still mischievous, of course he still wanted to escape the Timekeepers, but for now he has to play nice and pretend to be their ally. Mobius really thought that he got through Loki, he was really hoping for these things to work out in the end, because he really doesn't want Loki to have to rot in a cell for eternity, he had fun watching Loki these past few years so it would really be a shame if he were to rot somewhere and not be able to cause the world a little mischief, Loki and Thor are like two sides of a coin, one cannot exist without the other.
After that Mobius took Loki for a short tour of the Timekeeper's domain, he thinks its a good idea for Loki to at least see that their domain isn't that boring or dull or worse absent of any sign of life FUN. Mobius takes Loki first to the cafeteria of course; the other Timekeepers where there exchanging looks with themselves and with Loki, they whispered, the looked but it was nothing that Loki wasn't used to. Up next was the 'Waiting Room' as the Timekeepers call it, it was a weird magical area in their domain where Shifters come and go, or interact with some of the Timekeepers.
As the Narrator I have the obligation to explain to you what Shifters are. Shifters are for the lack of a better term; entities with varying amount of psychic and reality bending magic. Shifters are people who can go to a different reality, a reality they desire while their physical body stays on their original reality. The Waiting Room is where some less experienced or less powerful Shifters go before they reach their desired reality, some Shifters that are more experienced or more powerful can shift immediately to their desired reality, but some are so powerful that they can get past the Timekeepers illusion and they notice and interact with the Timekeepers who keeps them safe.
there are also other “shifters” who actually just end up lucid dreaming and those were most of the cases, there are only a handful of infinities of shifters that actually shift their subconsciousness into a different reality. by a handful meaning most of the shifters in their respective realities are lucid dreamers, the one’s who actually shift realities are very few. and some shifters are so strong that by the time their life expires on their reality they are given a chance by the timekeepers to join them, most powerful shifters choose not to be a timekeeper due to wanting to be reborn to a new reality without their memories, or be born in their desired reality without their memories, or just simply not wanting to be an entity that never expires and to have the heavy responsibility of keeping time itself stable.
Loki was then led to The Waiting Room, "Are those children?" Loki turns to Mobius in confusion. "Oh them?" Mobius asks him back while cocking his head towards the many people who are in a line and seemingly waiting for their turn to enter a door on the other side of the door, "Are you dull or what?" Loki says annoyed because of Mobius, "Yes, but most of them are in their early adult stage and no. Those right there are shifters." He motions to them, "Reality shifters from infinite realities." he states. "What?" Loki asks again, "Who do you think we were before we became Timekeepers?" Mobius looks at Loki, Loki just shrugged not really bothered or had the want to wonder how Timekeepers were made. "Only a handful of us here were actually from when time was originally conceived. Most of us here were Shifters once upon a time." Mobius points to one that was talking to one of the Timekeepers, "That Shifter is one of the special ones that get to choose whether they'd want to be reborn to a new reality or choose this life, an unending and full of responsibility of a life." Mobius ends his monologue, "Who would want that?" Loki says with a disgusted face, "That man and all the other crazy people." Mobius laughs, Loki was now intrigued.
On the other side of the room a Shifter different from the one mentioned before saw Mobius and Loki, she then approached them; "Mobius hi!" she greeted him, "Evie, nice catching you here." he shakes her hand, Loki then clears his throat, "Oh you didn't tell me you had a new friend Mobius!" she turned to him, "Loki this is Evie, the most promising Shifter of her reality." She extends her hand to Loki then noticed that he was still chained up, this brought a frown to her face, "Mobius why do treat your new friend like that." she sighed, she then winked at him and waved her hand and the chains on his hands where now gone, "Loki, of Asgard." he stretched his hand out for her to shake, she took it and shook his hand firmly, "Pleasure to meet you Loki." she smiles up at him due to her short stature, or maybe he was just tall. "You know Loki, in my reality you are just a comic book and movie character! I am amazed for the sheer coincidence that you look like the actor that plays you." Loki raised his brows in slight amazement too, "Alright you two stop it, don't you have somewhere to be Evie?" Mobius says to her, "Oh yeah... But before I bid you my farewell Loki, this is my gift for you." Evie kissed the tips of her fingers and blew a kiss towards Loki then a white and specs of golden light swirled around Loki, Loki was now dressed in a very nice-looking suit. "Why don't you ever give me a new suit Evie?" Mobius asks in a playful hurt, "Because my dear Mobius, I like Loki more." she smiled at Mobius sweetly, "You've literally just met!" Mobius protests, "Alright here." she waves her hand and Mobius now had better tie and different trousers, "You look much better now." Mobius thanks her and tells her his goodbye, "Hope I see you around more Loki." Evie smiles at Loki as him and Mobius walked away, Loki turned to smile at her, "I'll make sure of that love." he said to her before seeing her snap her fingers and Mobius suddenly fell face first to the floor beside him, "Evie!" Mobius yelled, Evie just waved back at them giggling as she ran to one of the doors not even falling in queue like the others, the others seemed to be in a trance like state and didn't even notice Evie cutting in front of them, Loki then thinks to himself, 'I think I'm going to like that girl.' he then turns back to Mobius who was able to stand back up and was able to unstuck his shoes from the floor.
A/N: part 2 coming soon :))
STAG | DEER | ELK | REINDEER | MOOSE
SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN
HARRY POTTER | SEVERUS SNAPE
SHADOW AND BONE | DARKLINA
THE HOBBIT | THRANDUIL
HANNIBAL | HANNIGRAM
THE AVENGERS | LOKI
Bambi: The Great Prince
Fantasia 2000: Deer
The Iron Giant: Deer
Eight Crazy Nights
Rocky & Bullwinkle
18 notes · View notes
So here is Loki, just casually using his magic, but I paused at this bit-
It reminded me of something else...
I apologize unreservedly. 👀
17 notes · View notes
In My Eyes
A/N: alright alright part 2~ this probably isn’t as great as i thought sksksksk my brain has been in a dump recently :(( poopy brain fart :((
warnings: like a 20 year age gap
part 1 -> part 2
(GIFs not mine ctto)
In her car Evie buried her face in her palms, she knew it was too good to be true but alas the two cards on her lap confirmed that it was true. “Oh my lords...” she breathes out slightly fangirling at the thought that she now holds in her hand Tom’s number. She starts to input Lukes phone number into her contacts first, then she looks and pauses when she had held Tom’s card, in her hand lay a simple black and gold business card with his phone number, email, and address to where he would be in London. She then inputs his number into her phone and saves it as ‘T.W. Hiddleston’, and with that done she turns on her car and proceeded to drive herself home as Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen played on the radio, she sang along quietly with the song.
In the car where Hiddleston was, the same song played, Tom hums to the rhythm of the song.
Soon arriving at her condominium’s parking lot she makes her way to the elevator to the 10th floor, she didn’t like taking the elevator all alone, her anxiety always takes the best of her; the thought that one of these days the elevator would just randomly drop and kill her, but she tried to push those thoughts away as she waited for the ding of the elevator. Stepping out of the ‘seemingly harmless deathtrap’ of an elevator, she makes her way to her door. Typing in her code and she walks inside the cold room, the light of the sun turning orange as it slowly went down the horizon. Her cats heard the door closing and immediately ran towards her, greeting her by rubbing their bodies against her legs, “Aww did you guys miss me?” she bends down to pet them, the cats purring. She then drops her bag on one of the chairs and she places her hair in a bun to start cleaning. it only took her about 15 minutes to clean her already spotless house, she just had to clean the litter boxes, refill the automatic cat feeder, remove lint from the couch and the like, she leans on the counter as she contemplated whether she should cook herself dinner or just order takeout; as she pondered her eyes dart to the clock it was almost past 6 now and she still haven’t figured out whether to order or cook, her thoughts were disrupted when she hears her phone ring, she fishes it out of her bag and sees an unknown number, she doesn’t like answering unknown numbers for numerous reasons. She just thinks that it couldn’t be Tom because she had just registered his number to her phone, hesitantly she accepts the call her tone cold to deter any weird people or scammers.
On Tom’s end of the line he had finally decided to call her but the person who answered sounded cold and distant like they didn’t want to be disturbed, “Hello?”, “Hello? Evie? It’s Tom.” he pauses, “Hiddleston, I do hope you remember me.” he let out a chuckle, unbeknownst to him Evie just stood wide eyed at a wall mentally slapping herself. “Oh hi Tom!” she changes her tone immediately, sounding a lot more cheerful, a lot more like herself. “I thought you were just a random caller I don’t know why, I remember registering your number.” she states, “Oh from the business cards! I’m actually calling from my personal number.” he says to her, his free hand lay on the back of his neck. “I was just calling to uh... ask that if you were free tomorrow for brunch?” he stammered, “If you were free tomorrow?” she listened intently, eyes almost never blinking ‘is he asking me out to brunch?’ she thought, “But it’s totally alright if you’re busy.” he continued, Evie swallowed the lump on her throat, “I am free tomorrow, just well... tell me where you want to have brunch.” Tom smiles to himself, “I was hoping to go to this place near my hotel, I saw it a while ago as we passed by.” Evie smiles, “That’s alright with me.” she smiled to herself, “Great! Do you want me to ask the driver to pick you up tomorrow?” Tom suggests, “No it’s fine I can drive, I can come on my own.” she says, Tom didn’t say anything about Luke but he knew that you expected Luke to be always glued to his side, which was not the case for tomorrow, Luke had other plans and Tom wanted to try and hangout with her. “Just text me your hotel and I’ll come pick you guys up.” Tom then looks at himself on the nearby mirror and he fixes his hair, “Okay, tomorrow.” Evie and Tom smile unknowingly that they shared the same smile.
“See you.” he says, “See you.” she replied.
Tom plops himself on his bed staring at the ceiling, smiling at himself, he sat up immediately to chose his outfit for tomorrow, should he wear something casual? something semi-formal? ‘it’s brunch...’ he thought, he just thought about wearing something casual like dark jeans and a blue button up shirt, he lay the clothes on a chair and for some reason he was excited to see her tomorrow. Evie puts down her phone, her cheeks starting to warm up the thought that she just got invited by THE Tom Hiddleston for brunch tomorrow.
Light streamed from the windows of Evie’s bedroom, her cats probably accidentally knocked down the curtain rod while she slept, she looked at the window smiling to herself thinking about what a wonderful day it would be today. She looked at her bedside table to look at the clock, it was 9:00 am. ‘9:00 am...’ she said to herself, ‘9:00 AM!?’ she looked at the clock again, and indeed it was 9 AM she had 1 hour to get ready for their brunch, she got out of bed and hurriedly got ready, Tom on the other hand was an early bird he was up at 6 AM and had already done his morning jog and was just reading in his room not forgetting to text Evie his address, he looked at his clock and it read 9 AM he then gets ready to meet Evie in an hour. Evie drove to the address that Tom sent, the restaurant’s name was St. Louis it was a cute little restaurant that was nestled between large buildings and small cafés. When she arrived at the restaurant it was 10 minutes before 10:00 am she drove so fast in fear of making Tom wait, and she may or may not have run a red light.
Evie enters the restaurant surveying her surroundings to see if Tom had arrived and to her amazement he was already sat down at a table by the window reading a book, she took a deep breath and walked towards him, he doesn’t notice her at first too engrossed in the book he was reading, what a cliché that Tom would be reading. She stood by his table her mouth feeling dry now because of her nervousness, she gathered up her courage to say; “Hi.” Tom looks up to see her standing so close yet he didn’t even notice her. “Evie hi! come sit.” he stands up to help her sit down on the hair adjacent to him, he smiles at her and she sat shyly with her head down. “So Evie, should we order now?” Tom asks, “Ah yeah-yes.” she looked up and says, she raised her hand to wave over a waiter but they were beside other people and because of her short stature she was covered by the person on the other side of the table, Tom found this a little funny; how she struggled to try and wave over other people. “Darling, let me.” he says to her touching her free hand gently. There it is again... that weird sparkly warm feeling when their hands touched, she looked at him then at their hands and she puts down her hand, Tom being a giant raised his other hand and waved for the waiter, the waiter noticed him within a few seconds and he came around to take their orders. After taking their orders he let out his famous laugh, Evie was slightly turning red. ‘He’s laughing at me.’ she thought, ‘he’s literally laughing because I’m short!’ though this may be true, Tom is a giant being 6”2’ and all. He was a 6”2’ cuddly teddy bear though.
As they waited they made small talk about the weather and slowly but surely Evie started to get more comfortable with him, she placed him on a pedestal in her head, but she realized that he was just as normal as she is, she noticed the wrinkles beside his eyes, a small chip on his tooth though his smile was ever so perfect still, the blue of his eyes and the specks of gold through his seemingly light brown hair, he talked about being tired due to his job, he talked about the book he was reading, he talked about his volunteer work, and he seemed so proud of himself and she just couldn’t help but smile, she barely talked and she just let him talk, she liked listing to him. She like how his eyes light up when he talked about something he really liked or something he was really proud of, and she pushed him down from that pedestal in her head because to her; he was as human as she is. The waiter came back to their table and placed their orders on the table and Tom and Evie started to have their brunch, to what seemed like an hour they just talked about anything and everything under the sun, though it was mostly Tom talking, which Evie didn’t mind, she liked his talking voice. After eating it was now 12 noon, and Evie didn’t know whether her day with Tom would be cut short but Tom had other plans that day, “Do you know any parks around here?” Evie thought for a second, “Yeah there is, and it’s not that far from here.” she answered, “Would you like to go on a walk with me?” he smiled, Evie cleared her schedule today for him so of course she was going to say yes.
After paying; which Evie insisted that they split the bill, they walked out of the restaurant and started their walk to the park, they walked on the pavement and Evie was on his right on the side where the street met the sidewalk, and ever the gentleman he placed an arm on her shoulder to guide her to the other side, Evie looked confused at first but realized what a cute gesture he did. They talked about their acting careers now, how she was a small time actress and celebrity interviewer in her city, and him a big A list celebrity, he said it was harder for him to move around when he was in L.A. because of the paparazzi, she didn’t relate to it but she nodded, as they reached the quaint park Tom admired the scenery, the tall trees, the slight breeze, there was not a lot of people in the park that time, so they went and sat down below the shade of a tree. As they just sat there, enjoying each other’s company without saying anything until Tom broke the silence, “Evie do you have a significant other? I’m just a little scared that they might get mad at you or me.” he turned to her, her eyes wide she answers quickly, “Oh gods no!” she laughs, “Dating isn’t really my thing to be honest.” this piqued Tom’s interest, “Why not?” he asks, “Well I haven’t really had the best time per sè, people lie, people cheat ya know.” she says leaning back, “People that I end up dating just ends up hurting me, so i kinda just got sick of it and stopped caring.” she shrugged, “Oh...” was the only thing he could say, “I have my cats to keep me company so I’m alright.” she smiles at him, “Oh god did I overshare? I’m sorry.” she apologized, “No, no. It’s fine.” he smiles, “Tell me more about yourself Evie.”
“Well I’m a 25 year old who still doesn’t know what comes next in their life.”
“I like reading, traveling— Oh! I love cats. I absolutely adore Shakespeare, and you are my favorite actor, so far.” she smiled, “So I’m your favorite?” Tom laughs, “Yeah! Because you’re such an amazing person and to think that I’m hanging out with you right now is so cool!” her eyes gave out a child like gleam, “I aspire to be as amazing as you, I also really wanna be part of the MCU.” her smile growing every second. Tom looked at her, her child like gleam that she has when she’s talking about something she likes, how she looks deep into his eyes when they’re talking, how mature yet fun she seems. Tom knew that she would make him into her friend in no time.
As the sun shone high they talked and laughed under the tree, smiles wide like children’s and this was the start of their friendship.
1 note · View note
@ The Darkling and Loki
38 notes · View notes
Where I come from ghost are not to be taken lightly
3 notes · View notes
The Secret Beach.
AN: HERE IT IS, THE FINALE! I’m sorry that it’s taking me so long to write and update but I’m trying my hardest to stay on track, thank you all for readin this one and enjoying it! It was a nice change from the darker and heavier stuff I’m so used to writing. Another one for the bookshelf!
Soundtrack: Colin Loves Mary
The End: This is it.
@beccaliciooouuusss @mylovelycrazyworld @nonsensicalobsessions @kcd15 @too-much-fandoms-oof @damalseer @terry-perry @dangertoozmanykids101 @toozmanykids @wolfsmom1 @wild-rose-35 @devilbat @littleredstarfish @littlefrogstuff @midnight-queen-1 @tomshelbystits @cherrygeek86 @thatweirdwalangpake @princerowanwhitethorngalathynius @acrossyourneck @kingtwhiddleston @lokistess @pearlstiare
He was startled by Violet's shouting, he hadn't gotten dressed yet as he had only just woken up. Specifically awakened by Violet barging into his room, it was a bit early but judging by the light outside it was nearing breakfast time. Thomas wondered if it would be porridge again today, hopefully he'd get some toast. It'd be nice, maybe some nice egg to dip it in. Perhaps Violet would like to have some too, that would be rather nice. Eating breakfast with her was always fun, he could tell that she had just gotten up as well. Still in her nightgown, she must've rushed. Thomas yawned, sitting up in his bed. Watching as Violet ran towards him, papers waving about in her hand. What was that she got? Letters? Thomas froze, hopefully not from his father.
''Agatha and Alan wrote!''
His eyes widened, Violet immediately climbed into his bed and shoved the letters in his face. Her siblings had finally decided to write to her, perhaps Mr. Jackson informed them of her wellbeing. It would be happy news no doubt, this was exciting. He smiles as he takes the letters from her, reading through them. It was a bit hard, the handwriting was so small and a bit difficult to decipher. Thomas wasn't good at writing yet but no doubt he'll get better at it one day, he read that Agatha had cried when she received the letter from her father. So it was Mr. Jackson who informed them of Violet's recently recovered health, his cheeks redden as he continued reading.
Perhaps you'll marry that Sharpe boy one day. How exciting would a beach wedding be?
The thought of marrying Violet crossed his mind here and there, he didn't exactly fully understand why people got married but he came to the conclusion that those people simply didn't wish to be apart from one another. When people love, they get married. Sadly that wasn't the case with Thomas' parents as they didn't love one another, he wondered if they ever did. Probably not, how sad was that? To be married to someone and not caring about them? His mother couldn't stand being in the same room as his father half of the time, spent their days apart. Barely spoke, fought everyday however. Thomas continued reading, they both seemed to be doing well. He hadn't met them but they seemed personable enough, could he really make an accurate assumption based off of a letter? Maybe not but so far he was certain they were nice people, nicer than his own family at least. That was something, Alan mentions coming back to Millicent Heights for the fall, Thomas smiles. He wondered what Millicent Heights looked like when the leaves turn brown, he was certain it would be lovely.
''They said that they will be coming home for a visit!''
Violet looked so happy, it made him happy. She wouldn't be alone once his father comes to get him and Lucille, it wouldn't be nice to go back to Allerdale. He could already hear him shouting from across the ocean, he could only imagine how red his father's face must've been when he read Mr. Jackson's letter. Lucille was also worried, she had come to love Millicent Heights dearly.
''That sounds great! Perhaps they could play with you while I'm gone.''
Violet frowns, she didn't like to talk about it. Thomas knew that she was still upset about the fact that he was going to be sent home, Mr. Jackson has already apologised for sending the letter off so quickly but Thomas understood as to why he did so. The man had only been worried for his daughter, too worried if anything but perhaps that's just how regular fathers behave. Thomas wouldn't know, his father couldn't care less if Thomas got his head stuck in a teapot. He was jealous of Violet, having such a loving family. Granted, it didn't seem all that loving at first. Seeing her imprisoned by her own father, Mr. Jackson kept fussing over her but he trusts that Violet knows her limit. Thomas still felt bad for not being quick enough to stop her from wading into the ocean and getting sick, Violet didn't mind however. He had been so scared, he sighs.
''You can't leave!''
Violet grabbed his hand, squeezing it so tightly that it made it all clammy.
''Violet, I promised I'd write.''
Thomas hated to see her cry, he hoped she wouldn't but she looked to be on the verge of tears. How bad was writing letters anyway? He could write her a letter every day, that way she'd have as many letters as she wanted. Thomas promised to tell her everything in those letters, he'd love to receive letters from her as well. Perhaps she could send him pressed flowers, maybe a bit of sand from their beach or seashells. That would be nice, like a little souvenir. Violet sniffles and lets go of his hand, folding her arms in that very angry fashion. She was acting a bit spoiled now, not that she ever fully stopped. Hopefully she won't be as spoiled now that she is out and about, she's gotten better over the last couple of days but he still sees hints of it. She demanded to be fed nothing but jelly for the next month, so spoiled.
''It's not the same...''
Thomas ruffled her hair, messing it up even more than it already was. Little blonde curls stuck up in the air, he laughs at the sight of them.
''I know but maybe I can come again next summer! That's only half a year, I bet I'll be taller than you by then.''
Thomas would love to be taller, being so short had always been such a hassle. Not reaching into cupboards or having to stand on stools to get to them, Thomas was aware that he would eventually be as tall as an adult but he wasn't sure if he was ready to be old yet. There was still a long time to go, a part of him wanted to stay like this forever but he was getting sick of being so small. He wanted to be taller than Violet, he could help her get things down that way. All she needed to was ask him, he'd help. Violet was still frowning, Thomas sniffled.
''Why don't we eat breakfast outside today? Would that make you happy?''
Of course it would make her happy, Violet loved eating outside.
It was a sunny day, tad breezy but luckily they were shielded from it. The side of the house provided nice shelter, it was cool and shady but Violet demanded to sit in the sun. Thomas was worried that she might burn, spending so much time exposed to the sun. He remembered getting really red one summer, it burns and itches real bad sometimes. He wasn't all that fond of spending too much time in the summer sun after that but he took breaks, making sure to drink in some shadow every now and then. It was good to keep cool, the ocean breeze really helped. It smelled lovely today, the mixture of salt and the fragrant flowers from the gardens. Mr. Jackson said it was time to pick some apples today, exciting. Lucille wanted to go and pick some, she'd only pick the most colourful once however. Despite their ripeness, some of them might not even be fully developed so Thomas would have to remind her to not pick to many apples that weren't fully grown. As much as he loved the tartness, sweetness was to be expected of some.
''Daddy? Thomas told me he's never had marbled eggs before!''
Thomas' looks up from his plate, still chewing on the now now softened toast. The butter had made it too wet and now its not at all crunchy but he quite liked it this way, all soaked up into the bread. Salted butter and jam tasted like heaven together, he didn't get a lot of it. Mr. Jackson looks over at him, clearly fascinated. Thomas had heard of marbled eggs before.
''Heavens, is that true?''
He nods and swallows the bit of mushy toast, Thomas hadn't seen marbled eggs before but he's heard of them from the cooks at Allerdale. They said it was really sweet, creamy and rather nice to look at. Sadly they also complain about how there wasn't much to cook at Allerdale, Thomas didn't like the cooks that much. They were quite mean, he smiles.
''Lucille and I never get sweets, sugar is very expensive so mother mostly uses it for tea.''
The only thing sugar was really used for at home was for bread, tea and other things that needed sugar in them. Sweets and pastries weren't exactly a common find at Allerdale, Lucille has snuck in and baked pound cake before. It was always nice and sweet but she had to hide it really well, she opted to hide it in the workshop since no one ever goes there now. Thomas does though, sometimes they sit together in the workshop and eat pound cake when it was available. The siblings in truth had to simply eat whatever their parents ate, most of the time it was fish and dry roast and some vegetables. Speaking of, why didn't the cooks just take care of the little vegetable patch? Why did Lucille and Thomas have to do that?
''Daddy loves marbled eggs, don't you?''
Mr. Jackson only laughs and pats his stomach, he was quite portly but Thomas never wanted to comment or make jokes but it would seem that Mr. Jackson didn't take offense to it.
''As you can see, I've had my fair share of them.''
Thomas and Violet both share a laugh, he hadn't expected Mr. Jackson to be so personable. Lucille hums and takes a sip of her tea, it was getting quite hot and no doubt Violet was itching to go down to the beach. Mr. Jackson said he'd come too, Thomas was looking forward to it. He wanted to wade into the ocean, Mr. Jackson said he'd teach him to swim. It was exciting.
Mrs. Hornsby appeared out of nowhere, Thomas was beginning to believe that she might be a witch of some sort. She kept disappearing and then reappearing, it frightened him a little bit. Violet had always thought that Mrs. Hornsby was a hag, some sort of magical creature which he thought was quite funny. The woman was quite strict and he understood why, Mr. Jackson had ordered her to take care of Violet and to look after Thomas and Lucille. He had hoped that Mrs. Hornsby would soften up just a little bit but sadly she didn't, at all. Mr. Jackson turned to face her, she seemed a bit nervous which caught Thomas by surprise.
''Mr. Sharpe is here...''
Violet's cup hit the saucer rather violently, startling Thomas. His father was here, he was here.
Thomas looked at Lucille who only reached over to take a hold of his hand, their father was here to take them home. He was too early, Thomas didn't want to leave. Not just yet, not now. He couldn't leave, he couldn't leave Violet behind like this. They didn't play enough, they needed more time to play and read. He promised to read to her tonight, they were going to play on the beach. Thomas was going to learn how to swim, he couldn't leave. His chest heaved.
''I'm sorry Thomas...''
He never wanted to leave Millicent Heights.
Thomas tried to convince Violet to just let him go hide in the library, the sight of his enraged father stomping up the pathway to the front of the house scared him. He could already feel the sting in his cheeks, hearing the blood rushing around in his ears. Thomas could feel his father's hand gripping his shoulders already, dragging him into the carriage. This would no doubt banish Thomas into the closet for a month if not several, Lucille gently pats him on the back. He knew she wouldn't let their father hurt him, she was always around to care for him but the idea of leaving Millicent Heights left Thomas' heart in pieces. He felt as if his legs were crumbling away from beneath him, Thomas felt wobbly. The ground was swallowing him and he was ready to let it happen, perhaps the earth would protect him and let him stay here. He could hide.
''Where is that impudent girl!? Where is my son?!''
His father didn't do anything to hide his fury, there was no attempt at a disguise. Thomas remembered the many times his father would put on a fake smile when there were other people around, he would pretend as if everything was fine. That they were a loving family, a normal family, which they were not. They have never been a family, Lucille was his only family. As much as Thomas wished for his mother's and father's love, he was happy knowing that Lucille loved him. She loved him more than anyone, now he could add Violet to that mix. Violet cared about him, they were friends now, the thought of leaving her behind made Thomas' eyes water.
''Mr. Sharpe! I didn't expect you so soon! Forgive me-''
''Apology accepted, Thomas!? Lucille?!''
Violet squeezed his hand as Thomas watched his father looking around for him, Lucille was quick to step forward. He didn't want her to, she could just run and hide. Thomas wanted to run and hide, their father wouldn't even greet Mr. Jackson. There was no small talk, no greeting, just fired. Rage, Thomas hated him. He hated his father, coming to terms with the truth of his future in the Sharpe family household. He would never gain his father's love, his mother would never love him. No one except Lucille and Violet would ever love him, Thomas was at peace with that. However, he felt so angry, so bitter over having lost out on the fatherly connection most other children had. Thomas always wanted to be able to hug his mother, to sit with her. He always wanted to spend time with his father in the workshop, hoping that they could create something together. Thomas wanted to be a part of a family, he wanted to be someone's son. His heart jumps as his father spots him, now immediately storming over to him. He took a step back.
''There you are! You little pests, what have you done?!''
Mr. Jackson hurried over, putting himself between Thomas and his father. It was so new to him, to be protected by someone else but Lucille. His sister had always been the one to protect him.
''Mr. Sharpe, please-''
Thomas' father hisses and attempts to push Mr. Jackson aside, pointing his cane at Thomas. His chest heaved at the sight of it, he could feel it from the distance. He hated the cane, it was a nightmare. Just seeing it made Thomas feel uneasy, Violet clung to him. He silently begged her to not let go as his father pointed the cane in his direction, Thomas could see his mother quickly approaching. Her heavy skirt dragging in the dirt behind her, she was sure to be very upset with that. She hated stains, filth of any kind, it was always the siblings task to clean the house and their clothes. Thomas didn't understand why they couldn't just kick out one of the cooks and get a maid instead, did they really need two cooks?
''Is it not enough? I bring you here for the summer so that your mother and I can tend to matters of business without you rats around, this is how you repay me?''
Though Thomas knew he had done nothing wrong he couldn't help but feel ashamed, as if he had truly disobeyed his own father. Thomas knew that he should in truth thank his father for bringing him to Millicent Heights, if his parents hadn't decided to go off to America he wouldn't have met Violet, he wouldn't have found the beach or had any sort of fun. He was a bit sceptical however, were they really going to America for business? Probably not, last year they went off to Italy and they left both Thomas and Lucille at home with the cooks. It was awful but only lasted a week, the freedom was nice though. Mr. Jackson tried to calm Thomas' father down, hoping that he would stop shouting. Sadly this wouldn't happen, Thomas' father needed to shout to get his point across. He always did.
''I want you to look Mr. Jackson in the eye and apologise-''
''You should apologise!''
Thomas' eyes widened as Violet let go of him and pointed at his father, he hadn't seen her this angry before. Her face was red, like an apple. He thought it was a little bit funny to see. He tried to grab her hand, she shouldn't be rude. Thomas was afraid that his father would hurt her too, he knew Mr. Jackson wouldn't let that happen but Thomas wasn't risking it.
His father growls at her, Thomas knew that his father wasn't above yelling at children.
''I beg your pardon?''
Lucille snorts, quickly covering her face with the back of her hand. Wasn't she worried about what was about to happen? Thomas was afraid that his father would try his luck, he already had the cane in his hand. The only thing stopping him from using it on Violet was Mr. Jackson, Thomas looks at Mr. Jackson who looked shocked. He hadn't expected this either.
''You're rude and you smell like mouldy bread, I don't like you.''
Thomas couldn't help but laugh a little bit, he agreed. His father did smell like mouldy bread, dust and rotting wood. Lucille lets out a loud laugh, instantly turning around in an attempt to regain her composure. This was the only time both of them have aver laughed in their father's face so openly, normally they would save it for the time they spent together in Lucille's room. Where their parents couldn't hear them, she would often make fun of his hair. Thomas knew it wasn't all that kind to poke fun at one's appearance but he felt it appropriate to allow it in this case, especially with his father. Thomas pressed his lips together, his father's face was something he'd never forget. So sour, like he sucked on a lemon. Frowning, so angry. His father definitely felt insulted, Mr. Jackson couldn't help but chuckle too. Perhaps today wasn't so bad after all, Violet steps back and hugs Thomas' arm.
''I- You little-''
Speechless, there is a first time for everything.
''Thomas is not going anywhere until I say so!''
His face felt hot, the first time he's ever felt so wanted. So welcome and safe, Lucille might feel the same. Violet also wanted her to stay, Thomas wanted them all to stay. All of them except Thomas' mother and father, it would be good if they could just go away. Just for a little while, he stares at his father's very flustered face. He clearly felt embarrassed. Mr. Jackson takes a step forward, Thomas prayed that he could stay but his hope was disappearing rather rapidly as his father's frown deepens with each second.
''Mr. Sharpe, I'm terribly sorry. I may have sent that letter off too hastily, Thomas has been on his best behaviour. Lucille as well, they're such wonderful children.''
Violet looks at him and smiles, giving him a tight hug. Thomas did however feel a bit bad for causing so much stir here at Millicent Heights, breaking the rules and putting Violet in danger. He wasn't sure what he could do to ever fully make up for it but he was going to try, even if it took the rest of his life. Mr. Jackson had been so kind to him for the past couple of days, Thomas would miss him and he was sure Lucille would miss him as well. Mr. Jackson was more of a father than the head of the Sharpe family could ever be, Thomas' mother groans as she shuffled up to their father. Lucille always said that their mother looked like a hag, Thomas couldn't help but agree. She did look a little old, almost witch like, Thomas laughs silently. Violet could clearly see her, she seemed confused however. No doubt Violet was confused as to how Thomas and his mother looked nothing alike. Resembled his father a great bit but somehow not too much, Lucille said that Thomas kind of looked like their grandfather. Having seen one painting of him confirmed that to be true, Thomas wondered what he was like. There weren't a lot of Sharpe's left, they had distant relatives somewhere.
''We came out here for nothing?''
Their father turns back and hisses at her, this was how it always was at home. Thomas couldn't remember the last time he saw his parents share a regular conversation, it was always in a hostile tone. They hated each other and yet they were married, weren't you supposed to marry someone you at least get along with? Like Thomas and Violet, they got a long. Thomas would always be kind to her, even if she was a little bit spoiled.
''Could Thomas and Lucille stay a bit longer?''
He bit the inside of his cheek.
Thomas leaned down and kissed his son's forehead, it was getting late. The sun was already down, he looked back over the room. Half lit up by the fireplace, summer was already here again. Thomas felt a bit odd, almost as if it had taken forever for summer to start. Last winter hadn't been so kind, plenty of storms but luckily his family and staff were kept safe and warm at home. He refused to let any of them venture out so they went through a lot of the pantry that month, despite the awful cold they somehow managed to find adventure in it. He stood up and stretched out his arms, arching back, feeling his back pop in at least three places. He wasn't all that old but somehow he felt so ancient, this was adulthood.
''But the story isn't over yet!''
He turned back to see his son sat up in his bed, he sighs.
A bit stubborn though not always, Ernest has always been such a good boy. Smart, crafty if anything. Thomas remembered when he had to go to London for business but sadly Ernest couldn't come along that time so he was left behind with a governess for the week, Thomas had to rush home in the middle of it as the governess wrote an express letter to him complaining about how disobedient the boy had been. Filling her shoes with jelly and being a complete nuisance, Thomas couldn't help but laugh when he received the letter. Ernest had done a lot to get his attention, it wasn't like Thomas wanted and or enjoyed leaving his son at home but he simply didn't have the time to entertain him while he was out on business. Especially when he had to bring Ernest's mother along, his wife could be just as insufferable at times when she was away from their son. Thomas liked that however, she was so very open about how much she loved Ernest. It was something that he himself never received as a young boy, however she would never stop talking about their son whenever she was around other people. Thomas was worried that she might big him up too much, he was only a child. Ernest grips the blanket, wringing it in his hands. Perhaps Thomas should let the dog in.
''What happened? Did the boy have to go home?''
Thomas chuckled and shook his head, of course he wanted the entire story but it was late. He sat back down at the edge of his son's bed, he remembered the many nights he spend at Millicent Heights. Swapping stories and eating biscuits by the fire, falling asleep late in the night only wake up three hours later exhausted. Thomas missed his summers as a child, he smiled.
''The boy came back to the house every single summer after that.''
Thomas gently pressed down on Ernest's shoulder to guide him back down, making sure to tuck him in this time around. He never missed a beat with this boy, he didn't want to be like his own father. He wanted to love his children and he did, very much so. Thomas made it a point to spend each and every day with his son, to let him know that he is loved and that he is safe. Ernest had everything that Thomas had always wanted as a young boy. Though Thomas and Lucille couldn't have this level of love from their family, they were glad to be able to pass it down now. Lucille absolutely adored Ernest, kind enough to spend her summers with him. Thomas didn't want to rush Lucille into getting married or into having children of her own, it was up to her. Her entire childhood revolved around raising Thomas, caring for him and protecting him. He couldn't fault her for wanting to be on her own for a good while, she had plenty of time to figure what sort of life she wanted to lead. Thomas was however grateful that Lucille at times stepped in and looked after Ernest for them at times if Thomas was in a hurry to go somewhere or if there was an emergency. Lucille still lived at Allerdale, she was happy there now that their parents had passed. Thomas made sure to mention how uneasy it makes him to think of her all alone in that house but Lucille hosts her friends often, she had her new cook and housekeeper to keep her company. Thomas saw that something was growing between Lucille and that cook, hopefully something good. She deserved to be happy after everything they've been through, Ernest sinks into the mattress.
''What happened to him and the girl?''
Ever so curious, not that Thomas minded. He was excellent, smart boy. Perhaps he'd like to go to London to study one day, he knew that Alan wouldn't mind hosting him if needed. Still came around during Christmas with Agatha, both of them had their own families so Ernest had plenty of cousins. It was nice to see him get on with them, maybe he did deserve that dog Thomas had promised him. Christmas was only three months away, why not? Thomas leans down, brushing back his son's hair. The fireplace kept the warm so softly lit, no need for a candle. He didn't know where all of that time went, one day he was sat on the beach with Violet and then next he was here, sitting in his son's bedroom. He chuckled.
''Well, I suppose what happens to everyone eventually. They got older, fell in love and got married. Then they had a wonderful little boy they named Ernest, who is supposed to go to sleep now.''
Thomas pressed a brief kiss to the top of Ernest's head before getting back up, the boy had always been so fascinated with the history of this house, about the family that once owned it. Thomas by no means thought he'd ever get any share in Millicent Heights but once he married Violet, things changed. Bartholomew, Violet's father insisted that they lived here. Having seen the true horrors of Allerdale once during a visit that took place in the spring many years ago, he wanted them to be comfortable and to live out their lives here. In peace, surrounded by all this beauty. Soon enough, Bartholomew gave Thomas and Violet his fortune and the house and the land which it stood on. Still lived with them, however not as spry as he used to be. Thomas always liked him, referred to him as father instead of by name. Bartholomew had been more of a father to him than old James Sharpe had ever been. Thomas walked towards the door, light as a spring, practically floating.
He looked back only to see his son smiling,
A sudden shyness took over the boy, not something unusual. Ernest William Sharpe could be timid at times, though Thomas never fully understood as to why. Some might say that children are naturally shy while others say that shyness must be stopped in order to let them grow and mature. Thomas saw nothing wrong with it, finding it to be quite sweet. Reminded him of who he used to be, at times he still found himself flustered with Mrs. Sharpe's antics.
''If the tide's out, can we go down to the beach tomorrow with granddad?''
The boy did so adore his grandfather, Thomas was glad to be able to give him that. Bartholomew required a cane to walk, he seemed to come alive when the boy was around him. Thomas could only imagine that it reminds him of when Alan was young, he hums.
''We'll see how your granddad is in the morning darling, I'm sure he'd loved to go.''
Ernest nods and turns over to his side, ready to go to bed. Today had been such a long day, no doubt tomorrow will be even longer. Thomas quietly closed the door with a smile.
Another day in paradise.
Thomas stared out the window, buttoning up his nightshirt. Breathing in the crisp night air, it was cold tonight. Enjoying the sound of the sea below crashing into the cliff face, he had a feeling it might rain tonight. No doubt they would get a nice shower, the poor grass was beginning to dry up a little bit. Surely it would like a little sip of water. Thomas reached for the window and closed it, he might ask the staff to put up the screen tomorrow if the weather is good. It would be a shame to not sleep with the window open on hot summer nights, sadly the insects would become a problem without the screen. Thomas draws the curtains, isolating himself inside his bedroom. He wouldn't see the outside world until tomorrow morning, he was at peace with that, knowing that the sea would still be there once he wakes up. He turns around, staring at his wife who currently sat in bed and read. She had begun reading novels again, she has her moments where she is crazy about books and then moments where she couldn't care less about books. Thomas found it rather peculiar, he huffs.
''The boy has got that energy from you, you know. Refuses to fall asleep.''
Violet looks up from her book, Thomas admits that it felt a bit odd growing up with her over the summer. With each year she became taller and prettier, Thomas didn't know where everything went. How things went by so fast, it was a whirlwind. At first they were sharing their summers together, chasing one another through the gardens and along the beach. Swimming and splashing one another, playing together. Soon enough all of that changed, no longer interested in playing but interested in one another. Holding hands under the dinner table, sweet summer picnics at on the beach. Late night conversations, making her laugh had become his goal. Thomas and Violet grew up, they got married and had a child of their own. When did they get married? How long had they been married now? Violet pouts playfully.
''Last time I checked, you weren't exactly displeased with this energy of mine.''
No matter how many years passed, his wife would always be that very demanding girl he found sitting all alone in her little prison cell. The sick girl he showed the outside world to, the girl he taught how to walk and run. The only person he would ever bow down to when they asked, Thomas never found it humiliating to have such a dominating presence in his life. In truth it was refreshing to know someone who knows exactly what they wanted out of life, Thomas knew what he wanted and he already had it all. There wasn't much he could chase for he had already caught every single dream, he had a family, a loving wife, a beautiful house. Thomas was set for life, never to feel cold and unloved. He crossed his arms and stared at his wife as she set the book down on her nightstand.
''I demand that you come to bed this instant, it's cold.''
Is it now? Thomas looked over to the fireplace, noticing that it was all well lit and alive. Where was this potential cold coming from? He had closed the window, did he somehow trap the chilly wind inside the room? How clumsy of him, he chuckled and shook his head.
''You're so spoiled.''
Violet puffed out her cheeks, frowning at him. How dare he accuse her of being spoiled? How could he possibly say something like that? His own wife, spoiled? All of the love and attention he showered her with? She crossed her arms, leaning back against her pillow. Thomas would never tire, over the years her spoiled attitude had almost disappeared. Though she at times demands attention from him, Thomas often fears that he neglects her so Violet took it upon herself to remind him not too. How he did love her, so much.
Violet laughs at his expression, mimicking a scene that took place in this very room. They met here, they played and fell in love here. Thomas could never part with this room, neither could she. All of their history took place here, as a young boy he discovered a princess locked away in her bedroom. The king so afraid that she would catch a deathly cold, that was until a young farmer came along and set the princess free. A bit funny that Thomas viewed himself as nothing more than a peasant farmer, he had status now. Perhaps not high enough to be considered a prince but born a baronet's son and now a baronet himself. Thomas didn't care much about titles and formalities but he carried himself well when out in the world, as Violet had once pointed out; Thomas walked like a lord. Very powerful, confident. Thomas was aware of the qualities he possessed, thanks to Violet who so kindly helped grow them just as Lucille had before. Giving him confidence to pitch his ideas, to give opinions and to participate in life like any other man. Thomas loved Violet for that, he had always loved her and no doubt will continue until he himself is old and grey. Violet smiled, sinking even further into the bed. Thomas couldn't help but laugh at his wife's sheepishness, he grins.
''Only a little.''
Love found buried, like treasure in the sand.
6 notes · View notes
sin hours: loki would OWN your orgasms. there’s no way you’re doing anything without his permission. you’d have to figure out how to earn it
"tell me, princess, did you touch yourself while i was gone?" loki backed you up against the wall, his nose pressing against your jawline with his fingers going up the inside of your thigh.
"j-just once, my prince, i just missed you so much and you were on asgard and i was here and.. fuck" you sigh and loki smirked against your skin, wrapping his hand around your neck and making you look at him.
"our rule, kitten, is no touching while we're away from each other. and you broke that rule. so now i want you on the bed, naked, and i will be with you in a minute" you open your mouth to speak but loki held up his finger making you huff.
you strip yourself of your clothing, laying on the bed like loki had ordered. you gulped nervously as he circled you like you were his prey, a smirk playing on his lips. "loki.. i'm-i'm sorry, okay? i just missed you so much, and i imagined you the whole time"
"quiet, pet, i didn't give you permission to speak. you disobeyed my rules" loki's fingers trailed up your thighs, his middle finger playing with your clit and you whimper. "did you feel so good when you came, pet? when you fucked yourself with your fingers, thinking it was me?"
"y-yes, sir, so good" loki smiled and pushed two fingers into you, thrusting his fingers slowly and curling them. "thank you, my prince, it feels so good"
"i'm sure it does" loki pulled his fingers away and pushed them into your mouth. "because now you're not cumming unless i say so. understand, pet?" you nod and he pulls his hand away, smacking your cheek softly. "words"
"yes sir, i understand" loki nodded and went back in between your legs, pushing your legs apart and looking up at you as his tongue flicked against your clit slowly, your fingers gripping his hair. loki hummed and put your hands behind your back, securing them with handcuffs.
loki added his fingers into the mix, and you bit your lips in between your teeth as you tried not to make a sound. loki knew just how he could get you squirming, but you knew his rules were no sounds or movements unless he said so. "now you listen to me. look at you, what a little whore"
you squeezed your eyes shut, trying with every ounce of your body not to scream out a moan. your nails dug into your skin, your breathing jagged as your orgasm built in your stomach. loki pulled away, his mouth glistening as he stood up with a smirk. you took deep breaths, opening your eyes and watching loki as he headed over to your special drawer.
"ah, my favorite" loki pulled out the vibrator wand and pressed it to your clit, moving it in circles slowly. "you may move, and you may moan. but you may not," he held your chin, turning on the vibrator and you gasp softly. "you may not cum unless i say so"
"yes sir" you moan softly and close your eyes, but loki held your neck. and you opened your eyes.
"keep your eyes open, i want you to watch me use you" you nod and follow his eyes, loki pressing the vibrator harder against your clit. you let out a moan and arched your back, scratching your back as you desperately wanted to grip loki's hand.
loki took off his pants, not giving you a warning as he thrusted his dick into you. "oh my god, sir, you feel so good" you whimper and loki smirks, turning up the vibrations of the wand. loki thrusted his hips into yours, circling the vibrator on your clit. you turn your head to the side and bite the sheets, a vein slightly popping out of your neck as loki hit the right spot.
"are you gonna cum for me, pet?" you let out a moan and pick up your head, loki holding the back of your neck. "come on, kitten, come on" he grunted. when loki saw you face twist and your moans became short, he pulled away completely.
"shit!" you exclaim, huffing as you rested your eyes. loki chuckled, going back in between your legs. he slapped his dick against your pussy, pressing the vibrator against your clit again.
"how bad do you want to cum, darling? how bad do you want to orgasm all over my cock?" loki spewed and you moan, biting your lip.
"so so bad, sir. i want to cum all over your cock and i want you to cum in me so bad, loki. please, sir, please let me cum" you panted and loki picked up the speed of his thrusts, turning the vibrator up to the max setting.
"come on, pet, come for me. cover my cock with your cum. yes.. yes" loki praised and you gasped deeply, your thighs shaking violently around his waist as you came on his dick. "good girl, such a good girl" he praised, massaging your hip with his thumb as he kept thrusting.
"loki, loki, holy shit!" you squeal and tug at the handcuffs, loki unlocking them and you gripped his shirt, moaning as he kept the vibrator hard against your clit.
"gonna fill you up, pet. i want you dripping my cum" his words were like silk falling off his lips, and your body trembled as the overstimulation was a little too much to bear. loki's thrusts got sloppy and he came in you, grunting and massaging your breast as he turned off the vibrator and thrusted slowly.
loki pulled away and spread your pussy lips, chuckling lowly as he watched his cum drip out of you. "thank you, sir, thank you for letting me cum"
"oh darling, we're not finished yet" loki smiled, kissing you sloppily and turning the vibrator on again, and you bit your lip excitedly, ready to play for as long as loki wanted.
34 notes · View notes
me right now me in june
7 notes · View notes
words: 677 words
warnings: its bad :) meaning poorly written
authors note: sorry it took so long but enjoy it :)
“I thought you said you knew how to fly this thing?” Loki said Thor responded with “I said, how hard could it be?” “well, whatever you’re doing brother I suggest you do it faster” “ shut up Loki” Thor and Loki were continuously arguing before we started to take off “ why don’t you let me take over im clearly the better pilot” “Is that right? Well out of the three of us which one can actually fly? That was until the mortal passed out. We all looked at her as I leaned down to see if she was okay “oh dear? Is she dead?” I responded with “ yeah thor she looks sort of dead?” Thor worriedly called out her name she responded with “ I’m okay” The guards caught up to us and starting shooting at us “ now there they’re following us” Now they’re shooting at us” Loki complained.” yeah thank you for the commentary Loki it’s not at all distracting!” Thor flew into the statue of his and decapitated him “ well done you just decapitated your grandfather” Loki said.
“This is a tremendous idea, lets steal the biggest most obvious ship in the universe and escape in that Flying around the city, smashing into everything in sight so everyone can see us. It's brilliant, Thor! It's truly brilliant! Loki yelled at thor. Until Thor opened the door and pushed me and Loki out the ship and landing on an Atomhawk ship. I take a glance at jane and still sees that she passed out “I see your time in the dungeons has made you no less graceful, loki?” fanderal said loki ignored him and looks at thor while holding jane as we levitate above the water “I’m impressed,” loki said sounding surprised “ I’m glad you’re pleased, now do as you promised and take us to you’re secret pathway,” thor said. Loki took the steering stick and he smiled graciously, the smile I haven’t seen in decades Thor looked at fanderal and nodded as jumped off of this ship and defending us from getting shot at”. Loki started to speed up I worriedly said “ loki?” “ if it were easy, everyone would do it? “ loki are you mad?” I said. Loki responded with “possibly”. We made it to Svartálfar
I heard loki say “Ta-da”. Very sarcastically. “We must strike now” “No”“Asgard is meaningless”
“The Aether has found its way home” What I could do with the power that flows through those veins. It would consume you. Loki and Thor said. “For now, she’s strong in ways you’d never know to say goodbye,” loki said. Thor responded with “ not this day” dismissing the thought of losing jane.
“ A hundred years is nothing it’s a heartbeat you’ll never be ready the only women whose love you prized will be snatched away from you?” Loki said confidently: and will that satisfy you?” thor said arguing back “ just like ana’s did when all she asked was for your loyalty,” thor said aggressively “ That’s enough! Both of you we’re wasting time” I said “Both of you are fools” I said ” Satisfaction was never my nature” “ Surrender wasn’t in mine” thor said. “ the son of Odin” loki said cockily. “ No, not just of Odin you think you alone were loved of mother? you had her tricks but I had her trust” thor argued aggressively. “ trust? Was that her last expression Trust?! When you let her die?” loki said hostile “ what help were you in your cell?” “who put me there? WHO PUT ME THERE!?” loki said Thor and loki became more aggressive and started to argue even more then thor put his hammer on lokis chest. “ Stop it right now both of you, Frigga wouldn’t want you to fight” “Anastasiahs right, she wouldn’t want us to fight” Well she wouldn’t exactly be shocked,” loki said jokingly “I wish I could trust you,” thor said sadly stepping away from his brother. Loki looked hurt and said, “ trust my rage,” Loki said sternly. Thor looked at me until Jane started to wake up.
Ignore tags, i get my gifs from Pinterest
feedback is welcome
if you made it this far here is a cookie 🍪 you deserve it :)
1 note · View note
Hi! Could you write a Part 3 to "My Comfort Borrower"? I absolutely am obsessed with it! And so is @audreykeyson ! :D
I very much appreciate your obsession @lokiismyhubby and @audreykeyson ☺️🥰
Here ya go!! Part 3!
~My Comfort Borrower Part 3~
Loki - “Awee, thank you little Y/n.” *gently rubs her back with his forefinger*
Y/n - *flinches, but instantly melts into the warm touch*
Peter - *gets a really good idea* “Mr. Loki! We should watch a movie! Or we can show Y/n around the Avengers Tower!”
Y/n - *smile drops when Peter mentions exploring the tower*
Loki - *notices Y/n’s mood change and starts to gently rub her back* “It is alright, little Y/n. We are not going to leave my room.”
Peter - *looks disappointed*
Loki - *laughs at Peter* “You must realize that Y/n cannot be seen by the others. She was terrified when it was just the two of us.”
Peter - “I know. So-...how about the movie option?”
Loki - “Hmm, well, I suppose we could do that. What do you say, little Y/n? Care to watch a movie?”
Y/n - “W-Whats a-...mo-movie?”
Peter - *gasps loudly and puts a hand over his heart* “You don’t know what movies are?!”
Y/n - *shakes are head slowly* “N-No.”
Loki - “Well, that’s about to change, small one.” *smiles and gently brushes his finger against Y/n’s back*
Peter - *already running over to Loki’s bed* “We should show Y/n the Harry Potter movies! Oh! O-Or the Star Wars movies! Or maybe both!! *starts bundling up a bunch of blankets around him, but also leaves a spot for Loki to sit down*
Loki - *laughs* “Apologies for his enthusiastic manner. Care to join us then?”
Y/n - “I-I’d love to.” *smiles up at Loki*
Loki - “Awee, you’re a cute little thing, you know that?” *ruffles Y/n’s hair* Now, lets go join Peter. *walks over to the bed*
Y/n - *blushes profusely*
Peter - *sees Loki walking to the other side of the bed* “Come on slow poke! I’m about to press play so we can watch Star Wars!!”
Loki - *rolls his eyes* “Calm yourself, arachnid. I’m moving slow so I don’t jostle around my little passenger.” *climbs underneath the covers and slides Y/n off of his hand and onto his chest*
Y/n - *looks nervous* “U-Um-...where should I sit down, M-Mr. Loki?
Loki - *smiles* “Right here, little Y/n.” *pats where his shoulder meets his neck*
Y/n - *nods her head quickly and makes her way over to where Loki pointed to*
Peter - “Everyone ready??” *practically hopping up and down like a puppy*
Loki - “Yes, we’re ready, little one.” *ruffles Y/n’s hair*
Peter - “Hey I’m not the little one in the room anymore. Y/n is!”
Loki - “Yes well, it’s not my problem you’re extremely short. You are sitting next to a Frost Giant, remember?”
Peter - “But Mr. Loki-...!”
Loki - “Hush now and start the movie, little one. I don’t want Y/n to fall asleep just yet.”
Y/n - “I-I won’t fall as-asleep.”
Loki - *chuckles*
Peter - “Okay okay! Time to watch the movie!” *presses play and doesn’t take his eyes off the screen*
1 hour later
Peter - *asleep and leaning up against Loki*
Y/n - *asleep and leaning against Loki’s neck with one arm sticking out, holding onto him*
Loki - “Good night, my little friends.”
Here is Part 1 and Part 2!
10 notes · View notes
The Servant P.2
Loki Laufeyson (Tom Hiddleston)
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warnings: Smut, some fluff, slight Praise!kink, cussing, horrible rushed writing cus yall wanted a p2 really bad 😭😭😭
Summary: it’s literally just sex it’s all sex
A/N: OKAY YALL WANTED IT SO BAD DONT LET THIS FLOP. Requests are open also i didn’t proof read so i’m sorry for typos i’ll fix later i just needed to feed y’all this before i get another request for a part two 😭😂
Masterlist Part 1
He shuts the door behind him and you giggle as he kisses you. “See even now, I speak of ravishing you and you let out the sweetest of sounds.” He speaks and strokes your cheek. “I can’t help it, I haven’t had a man speak to me like this before” You admit embarrassed. You look down and he takes this opportunity to kiss your forehead. “Lady Y/N?” He asks. You look up. “You’re inexperienced, is what you mean?” He inquires and you nod. His pants feel entirely too tight with excitement. He leans in and rests his head in your hair and inhales deeply before letting it out with a groan. “Fuck” He speaks lowly. He steps back and makes his way towards the bed.
“The things you do to me little girl...” He says as he removes his shirt and dims the light. He holds out his hand and you approach him and take it hesitantly. “My Dear,” He says and kisses your hand, “I will not force this upon you, you’re free to leave if you wish.” Your eyes widen slightly and he smiles genuinely. “N-no I want to- I do, I just-“ You stutter and he runs his hands in your hair distracting you. “I’ve got you.” He says and sits on the bed pulling you on top of him. Your hands brace yourself on his shoulders.
“That’s a good girl, see you’re already doing good.” He whispers and slides your nightgowns sleeve down your arm to pepper kisses on your shoulder and collar bone. You blush at his praise. You sigh gently and let your head fall back to let him kiss up your neck. His hands snake around your back to grip your waist, he squeezes gently eliciting a squeal out of you. He laughs into your neck and palms your ass.
“I-I love the way this feels” You whimper out and he moans. Even your innocent nervousness turns him on. He pulls away admiring your flushed cheeks and disheveled sleep attire. “Lay down for me, Love.” He says and unmakes the bed for you to get in it. You try to make yourself more graceful looking even though your heart is racing. you have this dampness in your panties that is beginning to become uncomfortable. He hovers above you and kisses your neck and down towards your chest. “May I?” He asks for permission and you hum in affirmation. He removes your gown and takes in your bare chest. He twitches in his pants and sucks one while caressing the other. You moan desperately and your legs twitch in response to the newfound stimulation. He groans at how responsive you are. This is what he’s always imagined.
Once he’s finishing with his assault on your chest he kisses down the valley of your breast’s down your stomach and sucking on your hip bones sweet spot. Your back arches slightly and he smirks into you. “You’re leaking, My Angel” He mocks as your cheeks flush.
“I’m sorry my prince, I-I can’t help it, I-I-I’m not sure what’s happening” You stutter and He bites his lip to refrain from laughing. He slips your panties off and inhales deeply. “Gods you smell heavenly” You squeal embarrassed and close your legs. He catches them and pries them open. He gently swipes his two fingers over your slick and you twitch. Loki can hardly contain himself. He leans down kissing her clit and she sighs. He licks up her soaking heat and his eyes roll back at the taste. You sob out and he moans into your cunt. This starts turning him on so much he begins to grin his clothed member against the bed as he devours you. He slips one finger in and you gasp for air.
“I’m gonna do my best to prepare you, Darling” He promises and kisses your inner thighs. You moan in response. “Th-This is so good” You squeak. “I think i’m ready” You declare. He’s surprised you’re saying it yourself. “My brave girl” He praises and removes his finger licking it and moaning. You shift nervously as he sheds himself of his pants and underwear. He slithers up your body and rests his forehead on yours. “Are you ready?” He asks one last time and you nod. “Yes, Please” He laughs at the desperation in your innocent voice. He grabs himself and nudges against your leaking hole and you gasp. He slowly pushes in and you hold your breath as he bottoms out. He sits for a minute stroking your cheek while you adjust. “Do to me what you always wanted to..” You muster up and something switches with Loki. He grips both your wrists and holds them over your head as he pulls almost entirely out and slams back inside of you causing you to let out a high pitched moan.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Gods, you’re such a good girl for me.” He says and you moan helplessly in your own world of bliss. He laughs and goes harder as your legs involuntarily try to close because of the intense pleasure. “You don’t even know how to take it do you? You’re so clueless, you’re too sweet for this, luckily i’m here to defile you in every way and make you mine.” He swears and holds your chin to force you to look at him. You look up at him with your big innocent eyes watering because you’re so close, you can’t even spit any words out other than, “Yes Sir” He groans hearing those words and reaches down
“You’re gonna love this” He warns before he massages your clit with his thumb. Your walls clamp around him and he grunts. “Be my good girl and cum around me. You can do it.” He encourages and you whine as he gently pulls on your clit forcing an orgasm out of you, triggering his. You call out his name and his head is thrown back in ecstasy. He thrusts hard and slow for his last shots of cum and he pulls out leaving you full of it.
As you come down, you see him approach you with a wet rag. He smiles and cleans you up before tucking you in and pulling you in close to sleep.
39 notes · View notes
I wish I could say I was sorry.
3 notes · View notes
/ baby_loki /
11 notes · View notes
Pairing: Tom x Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, oral (f receiving), cussing, bffs to lovers
Summary: Y/N is tired of never finding the chemistry in a partner that she finds in her best friend Tom so she does an experiment
Request: hello! can you write a best friend turned to lovers (but they both have feelings for each other already) fic of tom hiddleston x reader with this prompt: “I need you to make out with me. Don’t worry though, it’s for science.” then after, things get really steamy so you may add smut on this hehe btw, i loved reading your works and i hope you write more!
Requested by: @aestheticallyholland
A/N: When i saw the prompt i knew exactly what i wanted to do with it so i hope y’all like it as much as i hope.! Requests are open! I will happily continue this story since i didn’t do full smut but i felt like since this was more emotional and exciting he wouldn’t wanna over indulge rather than make sure you’re okay if that makes sense.
ALSO i PROMISE The Servant P2 will be up next, this request was just super interesting and i couldn’t help myself. I promise i’m working on it as you read this!!
You trudge up the stairs to your apartment, let out a sigh and open the door. “Y/N? I thought you had a date tonight?” Your best friend Tom speaks from the couch. You frown slam the door and shed yourself of your purse coat and shoes. You slide onto the couch and lay your head on his lap. He instinctively strokes your hair and kisses your temple, your body feels flushed as a result and you hide your blush. “What’s wrong, Dear?” He asks and hearing that makes it worse. You groan and force yourself to your room with no explanation. He frowns, blaming himself.
Why why why why why why why. WHY tommy. You think to yourself. Why is he the only man you feel any connection to?! He’s been your best friend for years. No one compares. Tonight was a perfect example, date with a PERFECT man. He has a stable income, home owner, doesn’t talk about himself too much and is genuinely interested in you and still all you could think was how his eyes reminded you of your best friend Tom. He kissed you goodnight and you felt absolutely nothing. And this isn’t the first time.
The next day after you return from work you go out with some girl friends, they all convinced you that you just pick the wrong guy and so you’re gonna kiss every guy you talk to tonight to prove that you can feel something for anyone else. You exit your room to see him standing in the kitchen cooking dinner. “Oh- you’re leaving?” He asks with a frown. You answer as you fix your earring and slip on your heels, “Yeah don’t wait up” You quickly leave before his puppy dog eyes can get the best of you.
A few hours later you find yourself trudging back to your apartment just as you did the night before only when you open the door, the apartment is quiet and dark. You were the slightest bit drunk trying to feel something for those men, which was a horrible failure, which is the only reason why you did what you did next. You dropped all your belongings leaving a trail to his door. You’re left in your t shirt and undies before opening the door softly and biting your lip. You were gonna get your answer once and for all, was it just the tension, were you soulmates, do you just have great sexual chemistry?
You slip into his bed and nudge him awake. He groans lightly and peeks his eyes open. “Y/N? Are you okay?” He asks and sits up slowly. You pull him back down to his pillow. “I need you to make out with me,” You spill and his eyes widen, “Don’t worry though, it’s for science!” You defend and he laughs lightly. “Y/N what are you-“ His words are cut off by your lips and he moans into it. You pull back and stare at him. This was it. This is exactly what you’ve been missing... Him. Both of your eyes light up and he flips you so you’re underneath him. He kissed you deeper and both of you smile into the kiss. “I love you Tommy..” You whisper as he kisses your neck. “You love me?” He stills and you nod. “Y/N, I love you!” He says and holds your face as he brings you in for another kiss. He pulls away suddenly and clears his throat, “Is this okay? I mean we don’t have to obviously like-“ He rambles and you pull him down into another kiss. You flip him over and pull off his shirt. He’s surprised to find you half naked already but he doesn’t question it. “Say it again..” He moans as you kiss down his chest. “I...” *kiss* “Love..” *kiss* “You...” you moan as you suck just below his navel. You pull his bottoms off and he yanks you back up on him. “Let me please you like i’ve always longed to” He breathes out and kisses your collar bone up your neck and nibbles your ear.
He slides down and pulls you up so you’re now hovering over his face. You look down at him surprised and he smirks before tearing your panties in half and diving his face into your warm center. You could’ve came just from the sight. You choke out a moan and your hands immediately lace in his hair. “Holy shit Tom..” He moans hearing his name on your lips in such a sinful tone. He slides two long fingers inside of your dripping heat and you whimper and clench around them. As he works his fingers in his other hand is laced with yours locked safe and tight. He curls his fingers and hits your spot making your legs quiver around his head and he hums into you pridefully. Hearing the noises, feeling what he feels, he has never been so happy. He never thought this day would come that he could show you exactly how he would treat you if he had the chance. His thumb strokes your linked hand as he works an orgasm out of you. You’ve never felt so safe, so erotic so sensual and so beautiful before. He worships your body like you crave men to and you worship his just as much. The way he loves you brings you so much pleasure you can feel it in everything he does. He sucks your clit gently and your eyes roll back.
“Tommy i’m gonna cum” You squeeze his hand and he goes faster working his fingers in and out and a rush flows over you and you sob out as you orgasm on his fingers. Your legs can barely keep you up so he sets you down to sit on his chest while you recover. He catches his breath and licks his fingers.
He caresses your thighs with both ands and steadies your shaky legs while humming. “You’re okay, Dear” He coos and you come back down. Everything about that orgasm was so intense. You’ve never felt so consumed by passion before. And boy does he know it too because his boxers are as wet as you were. “Lay down, Love.” He eases you off him and brings you to his chest. Your shaky voice speaks up worried, “Wait no, I- wait what about you? I cant just-“ He shushes you. He kisses your forehead, “Another time love, i’m as satisfied as could be with you in my arms.” You hum dozing off in complete bliss and he can’t shake the smile plastered on his face.
“Sleep well, my Dove.”
60 notes · View notes
I was informed yesterday that there's a Twitter account for my laugh. Very hard to get used to things like that. Pretty amazing.
5 notes · View notes