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lokidokieokie · 11 months
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Shattered Dreams
Summary: Soulmates are meant to be the one thing that makes you feel whole; but you've just been shattered.
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
Warning(s): ANGST, mentions of suicidal thoughts, heartbreak, sad!reader, mentions of soulmate bond,
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You sat in the crowded hall, watching from the sidelines as Loki and his soulmate exchanged their vows of everlasting love.
The moment that was seen as beautiful to all of Asgard was soul-crushing for you. After all, how many people can say that they saw their soulmate get married to another?
You remember it as if it was yesterday; the day you finally saw those stunning emeralds. It was the day that changed everything; the day that shattered your hopes and dreams.
Because, although you finally saw colour; Loki didn't.
So, as the ceremony began to reach it's final stages, you quietly slipped away from the crowd and into the gardens. The one place where you could be alone with your thoughts; no matter how horrid they may be.
You walked to the closest bench and sat down, as tears began to slip out of your eyes. The pain in your chest was too much to bare. And it didn't help that your mind was stuck on the 'what ifs'.
But you were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of footsteps; those all-too familiar footsteps.
Pulling your hands away from your face, your eyes met those sparkling green irises that you loved.
"Y/n, I wanted to talk to you," he said softly, taking the seat next to you.
You didn't trust yourself to speak, so you simply nodded, your eyes now fixed to the grass floor underneath you.
Loki hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I- I know that today was difficult for you, and I'm so sorry for any hurt that you being here today caused. But you have no idea how much it means to me that you've shown up today."
A bitter laugh escaped your lips. "An apology isn't going to fix anything, Loki. I loved you, and you chose someone else."
He reached out to take your hand, "I know, but I am sorry. But you have to understand, I couldn't ignore my connection with her. It was too compelling."
You shook your head, tears still streaming down your face. "I know how compelling the soulmate bond is. And I understand, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. It doesn't make the fact that you married someone else any less painful."
His face softened, and he reached to wipe your tears away. "I wish I could make it go away, Y/n. I wish I could take away all your pain."
You looked up at him, your eyes now filled with a mix of sorrow and anger. "You can't Loki. You don't get to come here and make everything better. You made your choice; you chose her. And I have to live with the consequences."
He nodded, his eyes filled with regret. "I know. But I just want you to know that I care about you, Y/n. And that I always will."
You felt your heart shatter into millions of pieces at his words. "It's too late for that, Loki. You made your choice, and I have to live with the fact that I'll never be with the person I love; the person I was destined to be with."
They both sat in silence for a while, the both of them lost in their own thoughts. You knew that this was your goodbye, there was no moving past this for you.
As Loki stood up to leave, he turned to look at her one last time. "Goodbye, Y/n. I hope you're able to find happiness one day."
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It was dark now. You had been sitting at the bench for what must've been at least a couple hours by now.
Eventually, you stood up, and walked towards the edge of the garden, overlooking the cliffs and crashing waves in the cavern below. You felt numb; shattered beyond repair.
As you looked out into the abyss, you couldn't help but think about all the moments you had shared with Loki. All the stolen glances and secret smiles. The late-night conversations and moments of pure bliss.
But now, it was all gone. You would never have those moments with Loki again. You would never have Loki.
A small part of you wanted to jump off the cliff, to end the pain once and for all. But you knew that wasn't the answer. You had to keep going, even though every step of the way felt like a knife stabbing your heart repeatedly.
As you turned to leave, you caught a glimpse of yourself hanging in the mirror on the garden wall. You barely recognised the person staring back at you. Your eyes were swollen from tears, your face was pale, and your hair was a downright mess.
You knew you couldn't go back to the wedding reception. You couldn't bring yourself to face the happy couple and pretend that everything as okay. You had to leave; you had to get away from the pain.
You quickly walked back to the bench and grabbed what little items you brought with you, and then left the garden. As you walked through the hallways of the castle, you could hear the faint sound of music and laughter from the reception.
It all felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of everything that you had lost. You couldn't take it anymore.
As you reached the grand entry, you hesitated before opening them. You stepped out into the cold night air, the wind whipping your hair into your face.
You took one last look at the castle, knowing that it would be the last time you would ever see it. You turned and walked away, her heart heavy with grief and regret once more.
As you walked down the path, even more tears freely flowing down your face, you knew that you could never be the same. The love that you had for Loki had consumed your entire being, and now it had ultimately destroyed you.
You had no idea where you were going, or what you would do next. All you knew is that you could never go back to the life you had lived before. You had to start over, and find a way to live without the person you loved.
But you knew deep down that you would never be happy again. The pain of your unrequited love would haunt you for the rest of your life.
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A/N that was probably the most angsty thing I've ever written.
Also, please know that you're never alone, and that there is always someone willing to listen. If you ever need to rant about anything, my inbox is always open.
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holdmytesseract · 7 months
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A Spell To Break?
model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader
Summary: When you have to witness Tom posing with another woman for a sexy perfume photoshoot, your insecurities are kicking in...
Warnings: thirst, angst, insecurities, swear words, fluff
Word Count: 4,3k
a/n: I couldn't help myself but to write a part three for this lil' series/AU. 👀 I had an idea and well... This is the result. I hope y'all enjoy it! 😁
Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3
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Here's part one and part two of the model!Tom series. This can be also read as a stand-alone fic.
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(Credits for the pic goes to @multifandom-worlds )
The day had started so good. Better than the most days. You woke up early - but in your boyfriend's arms, had a nice breakfast, three wonderful photoshoots that morning, and the coffee machine wasn't broken. That was how every work day should be supposed to go. It was a perfect day - until after your lunch break. That was when the dream started to turn in a nightmare...
You had one photo shooting left for the day. A very huge photo shooting, to say the least... A perfume ad - and it was for none other than 'Dolce & Gabbana'. Yes, no joke. After you had landed the Calvin Klein job almost two years back, quite a few other big shoots followed. 'Dolce & Gabbana' was the fifth one this year - and it was July...
And not just that... Quite a few things had changed within those two years. You still worked with your best friend Sam - but she had promoted you and suddenly, you owned this little company as well; were the second boss. Beside that, you had found your soulmate and were in a very happy relationship. Remember that handsome lad with the tattoos and piercings, Tom Hiddleston? The newcomer in the model business? Exactly. You two were a thing now - a big thing.
All in all, you could say that the Calvin Klein photoshoot had turned your life upside down - in the best way possible.
You were in the studio now, setting everything up for the said perfume ad. A green screen, small wind machine and your camera, of course. The clothes your models were supposed to wear, laid perfectly folded on the little table in the corner. Sam had forwarded you the email of 'Dolce & Gabbana's management, so you knew what they wanted and what the setup should be. They didn't want anything super special, but it was definitely... spicy and sexy. A couple on a stony beach, with the sea and waves in the background. Wet hair and clothes; paired up with intimate poses.
You were totally lost in adjusting the camera and tripod, when you suddenly felt two muscular arms sneaking around your waist; big, gentle hands crossing in front of your tummy. You couldn't help but flinch at first at the sudden contact, but when you saw the beautiful, black inked flowers wove around the strong arms embracing you, you relaxed immediately. "Tommy?" You asked; giggling like a schoolgirl, as you felt his lips on the exposed skin of your neck. "What are you doing here?" You heard a deep chuckle rumbling through your boyfriend's chest. "Your humour is truly something else, darling." Uhhh, okay… Now you were a bit confused.
Frowning, you turned in Tom's embrace, hands landing on his white t-shirt clad pecs. His beautiful smile greeted you instantly; alongside those stunning baby blues. "My... My humour? Tommy, I'm afraid I can't follow you at the moment." Tom's expression changed at your words; eyebrows slanting. "Baby, I think we are talking past each other. You asked me, why I'm here. I thought you made a cute, little joke. I'm here because of you." You blinked, "Because of me?" before your cheeks turned red. "You are visiting me at work? Awww, cutie pie, that's so sweet of you!" Tom giggled, but shook his head. "No, darling. I'm here because you booked me for this photoshoot."
Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, I... I didn't book you for this photoshoot. I booked a couple, 'cause the management of 'Dolce & Gabbana' asked for it, so I booked Nicky and Tessa. Not you." Tom was visibly confused now as well. "What? But... But Luke told me I was booked for this photoshoot. Perfume ad. 'Dolce & Gabbana'. And since you were listed as the photographer, I didn't ask further."
Your frown deepened. "That's quite a bit quaint and... strange. Something definitely went wrong." Tom shrugged his shoulders; tongue darting out to wet his lips, bringing his tongue piercing on full display. "Perhaps it was a misunderstanding?" "Could be, yes. But that doesn't answer the question who booked you. Clearly, I didn't, the management neither and Luke had nothing to do with it as well. Who booked you th-"
You weren't able to finish your sentence. The thud of the wooden door to the studio closing shut cut you off. High heels click-clacked over the floor; announcing another person's arrival. And then her voice cut through the air. A voice you hoped you'd never hear again. Not after everything that happened.
"I did. He is here, because I wanted him to be here." Instantly - like struck by lightning, you let go of your boyfriend; eyes landing on the woman with blonde hair, leather skirt and skintight red top; looking as arrogant and tarted up as always...
Ivy. Your former high school best friend. Emphasis on former.
Back in school, you were like the yin and yang to each other. Soulmates. Inseparable. Now? Now you were not even close to what once was. Now, you were enemies. Why? Well...
It all started with you both sharing the dream of becoming a professional photographer. You followed this dream together. Bought your first professional camera together. Applied to various photo studios together. You encouraged each other. Always. For years. At some point, Ivy decided to switch to the model business instead - a decision you supported wholeheartedly. Since both your jobs were quite similar, you kept on helping each other to reach your goals - until that one particular day...
You didn't really know where you both took the wrong path, but suddenly, Ivy distanced herself more and more from you. She became bitter, harsh and especially jealous. Perhaps because you landed a big job first, but who knew? You spent endless nights awake; pondering about why things went as they did. Why you were losing your best friend. What mistake you made to get the ball rolling. You didn't know. You just didn't know. It ate you up inside. So, you decided to confront her - which caused things to escalate and get even worse. You walked in that conversation with the hopes of you and Ivy reunite as best friends. Instead, you walked out as enemies. She hurt you to the bones that day; called you unspeakable things and spat right into your face that you were nothing more than a millstone around her leg. With that, Ivy just moved on, but loved to give you absolute hell once in a while. It was exhausting, but it didn't stop you from reaching for your dream. And then you met Sam. She picked up all your broken pieces and puzzled them back together. She became your best friend - a true friend. Someone you could trust with your life.
They say time heals all wounds - but not the wound Ivy inflicted you. It was a scar so deep; bound to stay forever carved into your soul.
"I-Ivy? What... What are you doing here?!" The blonde-haired woman gave you a spiteful smirk. "What do you think, silly? I'm the female model for this photoshoot." Your face fell. "W-What? But... But that can't be! I booked Nicky and Tessa a-and-" Ivy cut you off with a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, you wish you did, sweetheart. I changed it. Well, my management changed it. They asked me to choose a male model as well and I chose Tom." Now you were even more speechless - and utterly angry. The problem was, that Ivy knew Tom - and Tom knew Ivy. She had casted an eye on your beautiful boyfriend a long time ago, and when he fell in love with you and the two of you got together, Ivy bursted with jealousy. In her eyes, you weren't worthy of the sweet, polite gentleman.
You were quite a bit bewildered and stood in front of your boyfriend and former best friend like an absolute fool. "I-I... B-But this was supposed t-to be a couple photoshoot. Dolce & Gabbana asked specifically f-for a couple..." Your former best friend faked a surprised gasp; "They, uh, wanted a couple for this photoshoot?" and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh... Whoopsies. My bad. I didn't know that. Sorry, bestie. In that case, Tom and I have to make it look very real."
A breathless gasp left your lips at her words and you had to fight hard against the rising bile in your throat. All of a sudden, you felt like absolute shit. She knew. She knew - and did this on full purpose. Only to get her filthy hands on Tom and torture you. What a bitch.
Another bitchy giggle left Ivy's lips. "You don't look well, Y/N. Perhaps you should call it a day, go home and let this photoshoot do someone who can stay professional." That was the point where Tom couldn't just stand by anymore. He had to intervene. And he did. He walked the few steps up to you and placed a comforting hand on the small of your back. The handsome Brit wasn't able to change the situation, but he was able to help you.
"Perhaps you should go and get changed already, Ivy. I'd like to have a moment alone with my girlfriend." Tom audibly underlined the last two words of his sentence, while pulling you closer towards him. Ivy just answered with a fake smile, then stalked past you and Tom; vanishing in the small side room.
"Darling..." Your boyfriend addressed you immediately, once Ivy was out of earshot and took your smaller hands in his bigger ones. "I am so sorry about this. If I would've known I-" You shook your head; interrupting him. "No, it's not your fault, Tommy. It's entirely her fault." "That may be true, but if I would've talked earlier with you about this, I could've prevented it from happening. Now, I'm afraid we both can't change this situation. But I can assure you that this photo shooting is going to be purely professional. I'll do what I have to do, but it won't change anything." You nodded; trying to look confident. Tom knew you better, though. He knew how insecure you were about yourself. Letting go of your hand, he lifted his up to gently cup your chin. "Hey... I love you, sweet girl - and you better know it." Once again you nodded; giving him a small smile. "Love you, too." Tom pressed a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips, before he left to the other side room, in order to get changed as well.
Once everyone was ready, the photo shooting could start. You tried your best to stay completely professional; block out everything around you. You'd pull through this shooting like every other shooting - and you did. At some point, you were so focused, that you didn't see your boyfriend and ex best friend standing in front of you and posing together for a quite spicy perfume ad. You saw two clients; doing what they should do, in order to get the job done.
At this point you were confident to believe that you had tricked your mind and dodged Ivy's attempt to fuck you up. Little did you know, that everything would come back at you later...
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It had gotten quite late. The photoshoot had taken more time than you had expected. After cleaning up the whole studio and sending Sam home, you decided to edit the photos you had just taken. You wanted to get over with it and move on.
Being still completely convinced of the strong wall you had built up around you, you sat down at your desk, connected the memory card to your computer and opened the program. When the first picture of Tom and Ivy came up, the walls came immediately tumbling down. It was the moment you realised, that these walls had been anything but strong; rather consisted of paper and not solid stone.
It was also the moment it dawned on you, that your mind couldn't be tricked. It had just tricked you into believing you had. How foolish, you thought of yourself. How fucking foolish.
With that, the damage was done. It got the stone rolling - and you wouldn't be able to stop it. You knew it. Your mind had you trapped now, and the bad thoughts - all your insecurities came crashing down on you; invading your system like poison. Every look on each picture hurt you more - and destiny had chosen one of the worst ones to start with...
It had been a picture you had taken towards the end. Scenery: Tom and Ivy were both wet; clothes absolutely drenched with water. Ivy wore nothing more than a scarce, white bikini; showing off everything she got - and Ivy got a lot. Way more than you did...
Tom wore a tight, white tank top, which literally clung to his chest, but also showed off his tattoos and especially nipple piercings. His hips and legs were clad in jeans dungarees - close to those who mechanics wore, but with the straps dangling loosely around his thick, muscular thighs. Of course, they were also wet. Water droplets ran down the skin of his neck, face and arms, causing him to look even sexier.
Ivy wasn't any less sexy. It was simply a fact. And the posture they were in didn't lack sexiness either. Quite the opposite...
Your former best friend stood in front of your boyfriend; literally clinging desperately to his wet body. Both her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, while they gazed each other deep in the eyes. Their heads were close; lips not far from touching. Tom's big hand was splayed out across Ivy's back; fingertips tantalisingly playing with the knot who held her bikini top together. It was perfect - and you hated it. Sure, you had told them to posture like that, 'cause 'Dolce & Gabbana' described something along that, since they had a TV ad which was similar, but nevertheless... It fucked with your brain. And the other pictures on which they were free to posture how they wanted weren't any better... Ivy being as close to Tom as somehow possible; always literally eye fucking him with her lusting gaze and touching him in places only you thought you were supposed to touch him. In one picture her hands were close to his ass - you could tell. Or in another, she was touching his pecs and six pack. Hence, she even had her hands in his hair once.
Watching all the pictures you had taken; it came all crashing down on you. But it wasn't jealousy, who poisoned and fogged up your brain, no... It were your insecurities who kicked in; causing you to fall down a deep, dark hole.
Seeing how utterly perfect Tom looked with a woman who was so much prettier and sexier than you could ever be, planted the toxic thought in your brain that you simply weren't good enough. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough. Not smart enough. Not loveable enough. You were just you. And being just you didn't apply to Tom's standards. He was out of your league - by miles. What is he doing with a girl like me? you thought. He deserves someone better... Perhaps Ivy had been right all the time. You weren't worthy of such a handsome, loving and respectful man.
You clicked further through the pictures; tears starting to form in your eyes. Since you already were spiralling down that dark path, once thing was triggering another and fear joined the party. Fear of Tom leaving you. Why would he not? You're nobody, the voice in your brain whispered. He could get rid of you so easily. And he would. You were sure of it. One day, he was going to wake up and see. Tears trickled down your face by now, as emptiness spread within your stomach and radiating throughout your whole body, causing you to feel so utterly cold and lonely.
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You had lost every sense of time, but you could tell that it was quite late. You didn't care, though. All you cared about was if you should leave Tom before he could leave you, or beg him on your knees to stay. Anyways… It was both pathetic...
By now, you had abandoned your computer and the pictures; said huddled in a corner of the little office and positively crying your eyes out.
Tom, who had waited for you at home for way longer than planned started to worry, of course. Always checking his phone and walking impatiently up and down in the cosy, little apartment you two shared. He got uneasy. You hadn't texted him and you also didn't pick up your phone. What if something happened? He decided to not just sit around longer. He couldn't. So, he grabbed the keys of his bike, alongside his leather jacket and helmet, and swung himself on the vehicle; riding straight to yours and Sam's photo studio.
When he arrived, he saw that no visible light was on in the building, giving him an even more uneasy feeling. The unlocked door didn't quite help. Quietly, he entered the studio; switching on the light. "Y/N?" No answer. "Sam?" No answer. He swallowed hard, but made his way through the studio; checking every room - which turned out to be either locked or neatly cleaned up; ready for the next day.
Tom's heart was literally beating out of his chest, as he went to check the last possible room you could be in... Your office. With a slightly shaking hand, he opened the door. The lights were out, but he could see that the computer was on and the only thing which casted a small ray of light through the darkened room, was the display of your camera - on which he recognised himself. Small, soft whines and whimpers could be heard, causing him to immediately switch on the light. And then he saw you. Curled up in a ball in the corner. Your body was shaking with sobs. Relieved, that he had finally found you, but nevertheless worried about the condition you were in, he literally threw his helmet aside and ran over to you.
"Y/N!" He said with relief; dropping to his knees beside you, "I thought something had happened to you! My texts stayed unanswered and whenever I called, you didn't pick up... Gods, I was so worried!" and immediately scooped you up in his arms. You let him hug you tightly for a few seconds, bathing in his embrace and how good he smelled, before your brain kicked in again and you started to push him away from you, leaving the handsome Brit confused.
Frowning, he pulled back - like you obviously requested and letting go of you. "Darling? What's wrong?" Tom tried to reach for your hands, put you avoided his touch. It confused him even more. "Love, what- Why are you crying? What happened?" You didn't answer him, but pushed yourself further against the wall in the corner; wrapping your arms around yourself and hiding your face. Your boyfriend tried to connect the dots; figure out what could be wrong - and suddenly it fell like scales from his eyes... The pictures. The photoshoot.
"Y/N..." He spoke your name with his deep, velvety - but hushed voice; addressing you gently. "Is this about the photo shooting I did with Ivy today?" Her name upon his lips caused the tears to fall even more. "Please... My love... Talk to me," the Brit literally begged; tongue playing nervously with his black labret piercing.
You looked then up at him; eyes swollen and red due to all the crying. "Don't... Don't call m-me that..." You whispered; shaking your head. "Don't call you what?" "L-Love... D-Darling..." "But why? You are my love and you certainly are my darling." You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head again. "'M not worthy." Your boyfriend frowned. "Not worthy?" You nodded, "Of your love. Of you." and shed another few tears. "You deserve someone better, Thomas." The way you rolled his full name over your tongue left a bitter feeling behind. It sounded so wrong to him.
"It's okay if you're going to leave me for a woman who is smarter. Prettier. I can't force you to stay. Even if I wanted to. You are free to go." The words caused a stinging pain to shoot through your heart, like you've been just pierced by a knife. Your whole body was shaking; trying somehow to compromise the heartbreak.
Unbeknownst to you, was Tom looking at you like he had just seen a ghost. He was literally speechless; couldn't believe what he had just heard. His heart ached and screamed; suffering with you. "Y/N... How... How can you say something like... like that?" He needed a moment to find his ability to speak again. Tom knew about your insecurities and fears and he had witnessed them playing with your mind more than once, but that... That was a whole other level. He had never seen you like that - and it shook him to the core.
"Why should I ever leave you? I-" You interrupted him. "Because you can't waste your time on me!" "Waste... Waste my time on you?" That was it. He needed to stop this. Shaking his head and reaching out his hands, he slowly lifted your chin with his fingers, before he cupped both your cheeks; gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Y/N..." He spoke - again, in that deep, velvety voice, which lulled you easily to sleep at night; having such a calming effect on you. "Look at me, please." You did what he asked you to and looked up into his baby blues - which were clouded with tears.
"My sweet, beautiful girl... I'd never... NEVER waste my time on you. Neither would I ever leave you. I don't want somebody else. I don't need somebody else. All I ever wanted is you." Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously as you spoke up again. "But-" "No, my love..." Tom interrupted you this time, before you were able to say something bad about yourself again. "Please listen to what I have to say. Don't listen to the voices in your head. They are wrong. I am not out of your league. You are out of my league. When I walked through that studio door, down the hall for the very first time and saw you there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen such beauty before. You literally swept me off my feet - and definitely not just with your good looks. You are beautiful from the inside and the outside. I had a hard time playing it cool."
You were still gazing in his eyes, listening to his every word. "It pains me thoroughly to hear how ill you speak of yourself, because you are the prettiest, smartest, sexiest, sweetest, kindest, funniest- Do you want me to keep going?" For the first time since hours darted a small smile over your lips. You couldn't help it. Tom noticed, of course. "Ah! I saw that, my love! I saw that!" He exclaimed like a happy little boy, who had just walked into a candy store.
He smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead. You felt the cool metal of his piercing on your skin. When he pulled back and gazed at you again, you saw that a tear was rolling down his cheek. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it hurts and I promise you, I'll never leave you. You are enough. You are more than I ever dreamed of." You nodded, trying desperately to believe him. "Are those voices quiet now?" "A-Almost..." He shook his head. "Now, now, we can't have that. I must eliminate them from your sweet, creative mind. I can't keep on letting them poison the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with."
Your heart literally skipped a beat at that sentence.
Tom leaned towards you again and kissed you repeatedly on the lips; whispering countless 'I love you's' in between - like a preacher a prayer in the church.
The voices in your head really disappeared and at some point, you broke out into giggles. "Tommy! I-" Kiss. "I need to-" Kiss. "Breathe!" Kiss. "I need to breathe!" Your boyfriend stopped then, chuckling softly and watching how you took a few deep breaths. "Was my mission successful?" You nodded; smiling up at him. "Voices gone?" "Voices gone." You shuffled; moved towards Tom and snuggled into his awaiting arms. "Thank you, Tommy... And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you and-" He interrupted you once more.
"Shush, baby. It's all good." He moved to sit on the floor beside you, then pulled you into his arms; making you sit onto his lap. Tom cuddled you close; not letting go. You accepted his touch and the comforting position; cuddled close and just enjoyed the moment.
"Did you feel that way because of the photoshoot?" Tom asked after a while. You nodded, "Uh.Huh. Seeing Ivy on those pics, having her hands all over you and giving you those 'Fuck me' eyes unleashed the insecurities in my brain." Your boyfriend nodded; interlacing your fingers with his. "I should've said no. I should've known..." You immediately shook your hand, "No, Tommy. You couldn't know. You did your job." and traced the tattoo on his arm with your free hand. "I just let Ivy get into my head..."
You felt how Tom's soft, warm lips pressed a sweet kiss against your temple. "Well, I won't let her do that again, baby."
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shadeysprings · 8 months
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Beanie's Lucky 7 Sleepover
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Come one, come all, and join in celebrating this beautiful milestone with me with a writing challenge! Woot! Woot!
But before we get the party started, here are a few guidelines to consider;
🪩 You must be 18+ to join. Minors, please stay away.
🪩 Main concept of the event is to write a fic that is limited to 7 paragraphs only—no more, no less. But you can go crazy with the number of words. There is also no limit to how many works you want submit.
🪩 This is open to all genres but dark is preferred.
🪩 All tropes/AUs are allowed EXCEPT the following: underage, incest, bestiality, water sports, and scat.
🪩 Fandoms/Characters you can write for: MARVEL, Game of Thrones, Samuel Drake, Tommy Miller, Sebastian Stan, Pedro Pascal, Chris Evans, and Tom Hiddleston Characters. No RPFs, please. Though if you're unsure of a character, you can ask me through my DMs.
🪩 Reader inserts only.
🪩 Entries must be new and original. But if you really want to make it part of an existing fic you have, make sure that it can stand alone.
🪩 A list of tropes will be provided to help you kickstart your story. It is not mandatory though for you to use them.
🪩 I reserve the right to not read or interact with your work if it makes me feel uncomfortable or failed to follow the rules. Your work must be tagged accordingly as well.
🪩 Please use the tag #Beanie's Lucky 7 Sleepover when posting your work and tag me in it. If I haven't reblogged your work after some time, shoot me a message.
🪩 There is no deadline for this sleepover but the start date will be on the 7th of August.
🪩 Any questions that you may have, my DMs are open.
Tropes:
Meet Cute
Fake Relationship
Friends to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers
Soulmates
Only one bed
Auction
Roommates
FWB
Sugar Daddy
Boss/Employee Relationship
Professor/Student Relationship
DILF / Silverfox
Ex-Lovers
NPT : @mochie85 @lokiandbuckysdoll @sarahscribbles @imyourbratzdoll @targaryenvampireslayer @flordeamatista @navybrat817 @sgt-seabass @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @honeystevie @iraot @ironlady1993 @slyyywriting @cockslutpadalecki @buckets-and-trees @loopsisloops @fictive-sl0th @cocoamoonmalfoy @late-to-the-party-81
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roosterbox · 3 months
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Fic Rec Friday 1/5/2024
Title: Little Lullabies
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Underage
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Tom Hiddleston - Fandom, Chris Hemsworth - Fandom, hiddlesworth - Fandom
Relationship: Chris Hemsworth/Tom Hiddleston
Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Chris Hemsworth
Additional Tags: Stuttering, Insomnia, Sleep Deprivation, Sleep Disorder, Speech impediment, Singing, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Teenagers, Bullying, physical bullying, very brief contemplation of suicide, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Dry Fucking, Anal Sex, Divorced parents, Fluff
Summary: 17 year-old Tom and 19 year-old Chris both suffer from disorders they feel alienate them from others. And then they meet.
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Another one from the incredible world of Hiddlesworth today. And by the same author as the last ones too. What can I say? They really do this pair right.
Every time I read one of this writer’s stories, I feel as if I just lived an entire lifetime’s worth of romance. It’s deeper than the ocean. More expansive than any sea. And this one is no exception. The first-person perspective is very unique amongst my favorites, and it lends this fic its own personal style, which I appreciate. Both Chris and Tom are characterized so well, I feel like I’ve known them forever. Especially Tom, that sweet, stuttering boy.
This particular AU setting isn’t too fanciful or outlandish. Just teenagers. Ones with very painful emotional issues that they need to work on. Teenagers that find in each other almost everything they needed. A bit codependent? Perhaps. But in fanfic, it’s all good. In fanfic, a person finding their soulmate seems easy, lol. I think these two are gonna be just fine.
Oh yeah, and the smut is freaking AMAZING. Truly truly great. It always is.
A lovely little fic.
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Next week: how about some gay lawyers again? This one travels a path very familiar to fans of the pairing: it’s a ‘Miles finds out about the disbarment’ story. Featuring some absolute goddamn tenderness between these two dorks. And very comforting sex. Everything you could possibly need, lol.
See you next time!
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starfirette · 2 years
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monthly shout out
April 2022
I don't know why I ever stopped doing these! I've hit a big milestone and I'm pretty psyched over it! I definitely want to start doing these again, so why not start right now? This month I bring some new fic Recs and blog Recs; majority of my March/April obsessions have been revolving around Moonknight specifically Steven Grant so that's why most of these are Steven Grant related ❤️ Next month will bring more new recs, hopefully much much more! If you have any recs you'd like to share, hit up my inbox so we can spread some love for content creators
Fic Recs:
Not Allowed, by @virginburial. Steven Grant x Fem reader, smutty and cute! 18+
Desirous, by @inklore. Another Steven Grant smut fic, wherein you teach Steven how to do things ;) 18+
Chocolate, by @laters-gators. Steven Grant x fem reader. A truly sensational concept and I just. I love it. Fluffy and smutty. 18+
Guiding You To Me, by @raelwrites. THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION. This is the best soulmate au I have ever written. This particular fic is for Steven Grant and Marc Spector. But there's another version for Matt Murdock. It's so so good. It could make a best selling novel. I assure you that by reading this fic, you'll have daydream fuel for the next week.
Love The Way You Squirm, by @levi-heichous. Prof Levi x Student Reader smut, what more can I say. 18+
Blog Recs:
@oswildin @raelwrites & @polaroidpetal | I followed these blogs for the wonderful Moonknight fics I found there!
@laufeyamp | SO MUCH CONTENT for Loki and a few other Tom Hiddleston characters!!!!
@his-shinigami-eyes | Edward Cullen content is scarce. This is the safe haven for an Edward Cullen stan
@jangofctts & @thefact0rygirl | the Din and Boba content here is enough to keep me going for the rest of the decade
@dazaiscum and @chuuyasboots | Bungou Stray Dogs content, enough said, especially for Dazai
@f4irycafe | content for ACOTAR and SNK! A one in a million chance blog
@darling-i-read-it | WRITES FOR CHRSTIAN BALE BATMAN AHH
My badass mutuals:
For whom would I be without
The fellow mutuals I love to talk about?
@interwebseriesfan24 @themojobro @zhellas @mini-ranger @klaudialaill @floral-and-fine @zeldasayer @riddikulus-obsessions @preciouspattinson @running-with-the-devil @oyasumimosura
I couldn't do any of this without the unrelenting support and love I get from everyone, my mutuals EXPLICITLY included. I hope everyone looks forward to reading the bountiful requests you all sent in!
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janedoewriter · 1 year
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Collection of Tom Hiddlestion and his characters
(mostly Loki)
Originally Posted: 1/16/2023
Updated: 1/20/2023
Will be slowly updating from my likes
Masterlists
@lokishorns’s Masterlist: Loki
@starscreamloki’s Masterlist: Loki
@tarynkauai’s Masterlist: Loki, Tom Hiddleston and James Conrad
@hajimesh’s Masterlist: Loki
@jpat82’s Masterlist: Loki
@innaminitus’s Masterlist: Loki
@bolontiku’s Masterlist: Loki
Various Author’s AO3 Collab: Loki
@sabine-leo’s Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston and Loki
@nev3rfound’s Masterlist: Loki
@Trashpanda-Bucky’s Masterlist: Loki
@cora-notovrloki’s Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston and Loki
@marvelfanfics1’s Masterlist: Loki
@maiden-of-asgard’s Masterlist: Loki
@maladaptive-ninja-returns’s Masterlist: Loki
@Lokidokiimagines’s Masterlist: Loki
@he-is-chaotic-she-is-psychotic’s Weekly Smut Recs: Loki
@gingerwritess’s Masterlist: Loki
@just-the-hiddles’s Weekend Reading Rec: Loki and Tom Hiddleston
@nekoamamori’s Masterlist: Loki
@revengingbarnes’s Masterlist: Loki and Tom Hiddleston
@justfandomwritings’s Masterlist: Loki
@the--sad--hatter’s Masterlist: Loki
@lokidmyheart’s Masterlist: Loki
@lonelyandlovelorn’s Masterlist: Loki
@waiting4inspiration’s Masterlist: Loki
@thorne93’s Masterlist: Loki and Tom Hiddleston
@multific’s Masterlist: Loki
@multific’s Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston
@wewritesoyoucanenjoy’s Masterlist: Loki
@iamnotoriginalphil’s Masterlist: Loki 
@tokoyamisstuff’s Masterlist: Loki 
@ffangirlingsince2001’s Masterlist: Loki 
@domxmarvel‘s Masterlist: Loki 
@worldofmarvelfics‘s Recs Masterlist: Loki
@codenamewitcher’s Masterlist: Loki
@lov3nerdstuff’s Masterlist: Loki, Tom Hiddleston, James Conrad, Jonathan Pine
@bellesque’s Masterlist: Loki and Tom Hiddleston 
@notyetneedcoffee’s Masterlist: Loki
@picassho-18’s Masterlist: Loki and Tom Hiddleston 
@ragnarachael’s Masterlist: Loki
@hela-avenger’s Masterlist: Loki
@the-goddess-of-mischief-writing’s Masterlist: Loki
@fanfic-collection’s Masterlist: Loki
@iwriteabouttomhiddles‘s Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston
@lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love’s Recs Masterlist #1 Master #2: Loki and Tom Hiddleston 
@shiningloki’s Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston
@lokispettigerr’s Masterlist: Loki and Tom Hiddleston
@loki-smut-library’s Masterlist of One/Two Shots Recs: Loki
@loki-smut-library’s Masterlist of Multipart Recs: Loki
@justagirlinafandomworld’s Masterlist: Loki
@lokisgoodgirl‘s Masterlist: Loki
@lady-rose-moon’s Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston and his characters
@holymultiplefandomsbatman’s Smut Masterlist: Loki
@holymultiplefandomsbatman’s Main Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston and his characters
@muddyorbsblr’s Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston and his characters
@lokidokieokie’s Fic Recs: Tom Hiddleston and his characters
@sarahscribbles’s Masterlist: Loki
@jobean12-blog’s Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston and his characters
@delaber’s Masterlist: Loki
@tomhiddlestonfanfic’s Masterlist: Tom Hiddleston
Series Masterlists
Lokasenna’s Masterlist: Jotun!Loki by @hajimesh
Enchanted Tale’s Masterlist By @anotherfanficblog: Loki
Canary by @melyalizarchive: Loki
Mortal by @bolontiku: Loki
Just for Fun by @unofferable-fic: Loki
Loki’s Happy Ending by @gingerwritess: Loki
Meet Me at the Chalet by @J-j-elby-writes: Loki
Protector by @lonelyandlovelorn: Loki
But Then You Came by @etherealwaifgoddess: Loki
Unforeseen Chasm by @thorne93: Loki
Lie to Me by @dearlazerbunny: Loki
My Little Mortal by @fanfic-fangirl: Loki AU
Poison & Wine by @hela-avenger: Loki Fake Dating!AU
Bound to Break by @xxwritemeastoryxx: Loki
Mischief, Meet Your Match by @the--sad--hatter: Loki
YNSAAAW by @maggyme13: Loki
Soulmate 21 by @maggyme13: Loki
A Snake’s Pet by @maggyme13: Alpha! Loki
Borrowed Time by @alwayssunnyinedensgate: Loki 
Of All the Places by @wrenhyperfixates: Loki 
To the Stars Who Listen by @hela-avenger: Loki
Small Time Witch    Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 6   Chapter 7   Chapter 8 **   Chapter 9**   Chapter 10**   Chapter 11**   Chapter 12**   Chapter 13**   Chapter 14**   Chapter 15   Chapter 16**   Chapter 17   Chapter 18   Chapter 19**   Chapter 20   Chapter 21 (part 1)**   Chapter 21 (part 2)   Chapter 22    Chapter 23**   Chapter 24   Chapter 25   Chapter 26   Chapter 27   Chapter 28   Chapter 29   Chapter 30   Chapter 31   Chapter 32   Chapter 33   Chapter 34 (finale)   Happy birthday, Princess   Body Shots by @diaryofabeautyfiend
Sugar by @maggyme13: Loki 
Stained Lace by @dorotheajanegilmore (Under Wattpad)
Man of the Month by @muddyorbsblr and @mochie85: Loki 
Hostile F*cks by @lokisgoodgirl: Loki
I Have You by @lady-rose-moon: Loki
Clandestine F*cks by @lokisgoodgirl: Loki 
Little Lies by @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor: Loki 
The Witchling and the God by @space-mermaid-writing: Loki 
The Invade Me Chronicles by Various Authors: posted by @xorpsbane: Loki 
Single Fics
The Little Dove and Her Serpent by @luciilferss: Loki
Fade Into You by @tiredwritersworld: Loki
A Long Way Home by @cordytriestowrite: Loki
Home by @kashimos-hajime: Loki
You Found Me by @cumonbucky: Loki
Loki Smut Oneshots by @ohhhmyloki: Loki
Loki’s Perspective by @lowkeyorloki: Loki
Mind Games by @jadegrey711: Loki
Black Magic (Part 1 of 2) by @thesaltysocialworker: Loki
Black Magic (Part 2 of 2) by @thesaltysocialworker: Loki
Pet by @beeblebrox-be-damned: Loki
Intensity by @banditthewriter: Loki
Quarantine Loki (+Thor) by @scarlettwitcher
Heart of Stone by @yet-another-fan-girl9: Loki 
Panic by @yet-another-fan-girl9: Loki 
Beautiful Danger by @midnight-lightning: Loki
I’m Walking Here by @notyetneedcoffee: Loki
Illusions by @xxwritemeastoryxx: Loki
Fireworks by @write-and-wander: Loki
Mornings with You by @write-and-wander: Loki
Bite Me by @loki-hargreeves: Vampire!Loki
Always by @aestheticallywinchester: Loki
Passage by @aestheticallywinchester: Loki
Pieces of You by @aestheticallywinchester: Loki
Reflections by @aestheticallywinchester: Loki
On Set by @aestheticallywinchester: Tom Hiddleston
“Telling Tom a pun..” by @aestheticallywinchester: Tom Hiddleston
When We Meet Again by @falcor-thee-luck-dragon: Loki 
 Keep Up by @falcor-thee-luck-dragon: Loki 
Tell Me A Story by @falcor-thee-luck-dragon: Loki 
Not A Place, A People by @falcor-thee-luck-dragon: Loki 
Kisses Heal Most Wounds by @falcor-thee-luck-dragon: Loki 
The Grinch by @lovinglokilaufeyson: Loki
Complicated by @maybepointlessthoughts: Loki
Bad Timing by @maybepointlessthoughts: Loki
Bad Blood by @maybepointlessthoughts: Loki
Time And Time Again by @maybepointlessthoughts: Loki
Honour by @maybepointlessthoughts: Loki
Petals of Rose by @bonky-n-steeb: Loki
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buckys-dollface · 2 years
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Tay's Birthday Celebration 🎉
April 1st-April 10th
If you send any asks for my birthday celebration, you have to 18+ or older to participate. By doing so, you are agree to this
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OMG! My birthday is a week away but how i consider it we celebrate all April long. I'm a real fan for celebrating the goodness in life and to me that includes birthdays.
Join me in the fun og celebrating my birthday all next week starting today!! (Especially on the Aries new moon) 🎉
→ Activities
※ Lets chat! Send me your thoughts or thots and lets discuss
※ FMK: Fuck, marry, kill (or kiss because I'm soft)
※ Smash or pass
※ Let the stars align: Send me your zodiac and ill pair you with ur fictional soulmate
※ Headcannons or blurbs about my favs (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Lee Bodecker, Andy Barber, etc)
※ Play that song: Send in a song and ill tell you what fic that it would resonate with the most, send in character and i curate a playlist for them or honestly we can just vibe and chat about music ♫
※ Behind the scenes: Have questions about any of my fics? Ask away.
※ Directors Cut (Tay's Verison): You request on of my wips and I release a sneek peek
※ Picture Perfect: Send in your fav photo (it could be Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, etc) and I'll describe who i think it is and what the situation was based on the photo
※ Mood™: Send in a concept or au and I'll create you a moodboard 🌟
I hope you can join and happy April!!
Much love to you all!!
Signal boost: @writing-for-marvel, @gutflorizt, @buckmepapi, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, @fluffycutecevans, @beefybuckrrito
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lady-rose-moon · 1 year
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I posted 277 times in 2022
That's 276 more posts than 2021!
181 posts created (65%)
96 posts reblogged (35%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@lokisgoodgirl
@lady-rose-moon
@holdmytesseract
@lokisgoodgirlbackup
@fictive-sl0th
I tagged 250 of my posts in 2022
Only 10% of my posts had no tags
#loki x reader - 119 posts
#tom hiddleston - 117 posts
#loki laufeyson - 103 posts
#loki - 97 posts
#loki fluff - 77 posts
#loki (marvel) - 77 posts
#loki x you - 76 posts
#loki smut - 58 posts
#imagines - 52 posts
#hot loki - 42 posts
Longest Tag: 75 characters
#loki squeeze my brains out with those thighs and i will thank you laufeyson
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I Missed You
Summary: After being banished from Asgard a hundred years ago, you were recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D to help them deal with a threat; your old friend Loki. After reuniting, lost feelings resurface.
Warnings: Loki's torture, mentioned suicide, soulmate AU, a lot of smut at the end
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Living your life as a Midgardian was hard. Ever since you were banished from Asgard for learning magic above what you were supposed to, you had taken residence on the planet that was well known for its lack of magic. It was a backwards planet but that was what you knew would keep you safe.
See the full post
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#4
Just a winter drabble
Warnings: smut, description of smut, fluff
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader
A/N: idk I'm just horny. Can this be considered a Winter Warmer @lokisgoodgirl ?
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As you watched the family gathering around the Christmas tree, you were laid on the sofa with the blanket draped over you as your husband laid behind you, his arms draped around your middle as he enjoyed the sound of the family arguing over the tree and the soft music of Christmas covering up other noises.
391 notes - Posted November 24, 2022
#3
Give Her Back
Summary: When you die at the hands of Thanos, Wanda will do absolutely anything to get you back.
A/N: I did say that I was gay so here this is!! Wanda Maximoff has entered the chat! Also... Contains Multiverse of Madness spoilers in PT3 so if you haven't seen it, don't read part 3
Warnings: reader death, Wanda's grief, Thanos
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She was stuck. Wanda had tried to keep Thanos away from you and the last Infinity Stone. But she knew that his approach couldn't be stopped no matter what Wanda tried to do.
The Mind Stone had once been in Vision but he had sacrificed himself to give you the final stone and protect it with your own powers that you gained from exposure to the Tesseract. With your connection to the Tesseract, you felt when the portal was activated for Thanos to come and collect the last remaining Stone. The hum of the Space Stone when it felt you close to it was what signalled Thanos to your location, manipulating the joy of the stone to the sinister nature of the connection between you and the Gauntlet.
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#2
Date Night
Loki: *he walks into the bedroom, putting on cufflinks* honey, are you ready to go-
Y/N: *wearing a fancy red dress, securing earrings into her ears as she smiles at her reflection*
Loki: take. that. off. *he points to the dress with a glare*
Y/N: husband, that is for later on tonight! *you smile at him innocently*
Loki: take the dress off, Y/N.
Y/N: but I like it!
Loki: it's red.
Y/N: yes, what of it?
Loki: it's red
Y/N: I heard you the first time, darling
Loki: *he uses her magic to change your dress green* better
Y/N: hey! I liked the red!
Loki: well, I didn't! No wife of mine is going out in my brother's colours!
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My #1 post of 2022
Hello, Mummy
Summary: while expecting your first baby with Loki, you enter a dream that brings a tear to your eye.
A/N: I really hope you like this, guys! I am probably going to start a little pregnancy series with the reader and Loki.
Warnings: none, apart from fluff and pregnancy
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You never imagined to be waking in a bed that you didn't recognise. At once, your mind jumped to the possibility of kidnapping from your Midgardian apartment. But you instantly knew that was false just from the magical signature that you sensed in the air.
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frostironfudge · 1 year
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Hola…fudge
all of these are such good questions! thank you for asking!
❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?
there are a few but while writing a fic this was my favourite: “I think I met you in my dreams once,” He says, his own tears brimming over, “but I’m here now.”
💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?
tony stark should be alive, loki should be alive its two things but i mean they both are my babies
✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?
i write at my desk but i'd prefer a fluffy chair with limb support honestly
💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?
i don't have a full on fave but the most excited to get to writing is Sparkle, i dropped everything to write it.
🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?
my OCs are toughest to write, also writing the reader's dad in I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once was tough to write.
🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?
i have a whole fancast discussion with a reader for a tom hiddleston au fic i wrote Rush Fancast Discussion,
💭 What inspires you and your writing?
music or rewriting scenarios i've seen people live through or i have lived through
🧪 Do you research for your fics?
heavily research, i need to be accurate even if no one pays attention to that one detail i spent hours trying to keep accurate
💡How many WIPs do you currently have?
tenebrous (loki au), a dbf bucky multi part fic two chaps written, personal trainer bucky au (in my head not yet written), a frostiron x fem reader soulmate au with 3 chaps written, another loki au isn't decided though but i know it's swirling arounf my head, also the pending kinktober fics lol
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ao3feed-thor · 2 years
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A Touch of You
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/75Az2Rq
by frostironfudge
based upon the following request:
I just realized you’re taking requests and I love your writing! May I request the ever loved soulmates trope with Loki and female plus!size reader?
warnings: fluff, non canon compliant, takes place after thor tdw, flirting, soulmate au, the first place you touch is demarcated
Words: 2068, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 8 of frostironfudge's funfair (follower celebration)
Fandoms: Loki (TV 2021), Tom Hiddleston - Fandom, Thor (Movies), Thor (Comics), Thor: Tales of Asgard, Loki (Marvel Comics), Loki laufeyson - Fandom, Loki Odinson - Fandom, Loki Friggason - Fandom
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Reader, Plus size reader - Character, Female Reader - Character
Relationships: Loki/Reader, Loki & Reader
Additional Tags: Soul Bond, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Post-Thor: The Dark World, Thor is a Good Bro (Marvel), Hurt Loki (Marvel), Protective Loki (Marvel), Avenger Loki (Marvel), Post-Avengers (2012), Asgard, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Loki needs love, Soft Loki, worried Loki, Sweet Loki, loki is just trying to flirt, bibliophile loki, Alternate Universe - Bookstore
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/75Az2Rq
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athenaeum-simps · 3 years
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Credit:- @grimyfrightz on Instagram
Movie:- kong skull island (2017)
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honeypiehotchner · 3 years
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My Deep Blue Love (Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader) -- Soulmate AU one shot
This was 100% born out of boredom and loneliness and those damn Soulmate AU POV Tiktoks that I have seen practically 24/7 for the past WEEK on my fyp
(I’m not sure if I’ll do a part 2, rn I have no plans for it)
quick note on the technicality of this one: you lose all ability to see colors when you turn 12 and you don’t regain the ability until you meet your soulmate. but! you have to meet them in person and it has to be a mutual eye contact. pictures/videos of them don’t work, and if you just saw the back of their head or something in person, that doesn’t work either. it’s all about the shared eye contact babeyyy
small disclaimer: Brie Larson is mentioned in here and she has a wife, but that is very much only in this fic, and as far as i know Brie doesn’t have a wife irl lol (i also don’t know if she’s spoken about her sexuality at all so what i’m saying is take it with a grain of salt ok)
Summary: Everyone around you is meeting their soulmate, but you still see in black and white. You’re ready to give up, and basically have, when you lock eyes with your soulmate.
Warnings: None! Just a bit of angst, lots of fluff toward the end 
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You knock on your mom’s bedroom door at 4:58am. She’s already awake, sitting up in bed, ushering you over.
With tears in your eyes, you crawl onto her bed, snuggling close to her chest.
“I don’t want to lose my colors,” you whimper.
“I know, baby,” she whispers, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay.”
You were born 12 years ago on this day at 5:08am, so in a few short minutes, when you officially turn 12 years old, all color will drain from your life.
Or the colors could stay, but that’s only if you’ve somehow already met your soulmate. And that’s rare, nearly impossible.
You squeeze your eyes shut at 5:07 and you don’t open them again until 5:10.
The colors are gone.
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twenty years later
You sigh heavily as you receive yet another wedding invite. You are invited to witness the official beginning of Olivia and Jeffrey’s lives together as husband and wife, soulmates for all of time.
The glitter sticks to your fingertips, tiny black dots against your skin. Your friend told you it’s gold. You barely remember what that looks like.
Lately it seems like everyone has been meeting their soulmate. Just yesterday, you were having coffee with a friend when she looked up at the girl sitting behind you, and boom.
“It’s like the world just exploded,” she had said. Colors were everywhere. She immediately left you to go talk to the girl.
You don’t blame her for that. If you had met your soulmate, you probably would’ve done the same thing. But you can’t say for sure because you don’t know.
You wouldn’t be so cynical of it all if your boyfriend of five years didn’t meet his soulmate while the two of you were out at dinner. You wish you could say that he was faking it. But it was clear from his face (and the girl’s) that he wasn’t kidding. It was real. He had met his soulmate, and it wasn’t you.
It’s never you.
You’ve had guys cut off dates before they even start, all because they didn’t see colors when they laid their eyes on you. They refuse to even be friends with you.
All anyone is doing anymore is searching for a soulmate and it’s exhausting when none of them are yours. When all of your friends see color now. When everyone assures you that it’ll happen soon. What does soon even mean?
You grab your ice cream from the freezer and fall onto the couch, flicking to whatever channel has late night shows that aren’t complete garbage.
As usual, you find yourself watching a talk show, and tonight Tom Hiddleston is one of the guests.
You’re sort of familiar with him from a few movies, but other than that, you hardly know anything about him.
“So, Tom, we’ve all been wondering what’s going on with you and Brie Larson?”
“Brie?” Tom asks, clearly shocked to hear this question. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.”
“Oh, she doesn’t make you see any colors?”
“Ah, no, actually, she does not,” Tom chuckles, but doesn’t sound sad at all, surprisingly. “Her wife does that for her, not me, I’m afraid.”
“Oh really?” The host brushes past the mention of Brie’s wife and keeps the focus on Tom, of course. “So is that true, you still don’t see color?”
Your ears perk up at the mention of someone else not seeing in color. It’s rare for anyone to talk about this on television. Most celebrities don’t talk about whether or not they’ve found their soulmate, but more often than not, those that have are quite loud about it.
“Yes, that’s true,” Tom answers. “I still see the world in a lovely black and white.”
You snort, harshly jabbing your spoon into your ice cream. Lovely. Yeah, right.
“Do you really think it’s nice? Do you not miss the colors?” The host asks.
“No, no, I do. I do,” Tom admits. “But I like to think I’ll see them when the time is right.”
You groan, going to Google to look up his age. And when you see he’s 40, you groan even louder. He’s older than you and he still hasn’t met his soulmate. That’s just depressing. How can he sound so optimistic?
“Alright, well, if there’s one thing you wish you could tell your soulmate, what would it be? Maybe they’re watching right now, you never know.”
Tom smiles wide. “Maybe, maybe, um… Oh, so many things,” Tom exhales deeply. “I guess I could be cliché and say I can’t wait to meet them and wait for me, but I think I want to say… I think I want to say I understand. It is frustrating, still seeing in black and white, but our paths will cross soon, I’m sure of it. Until then, my eyes are blue.”
Blue. Blue.
You roll your eyes. You don’t even remember what the color looks like.
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seven months later
“I am not going to a movie premiere. You’re insane!”
“Please!” Your friend, Catherine, cries. “You’ll love it, I swear.”
You glare at her over your coffee. “That just makes it sound like you have a trick up your sleeve.”
“I don’t,” she says. “I just want you to take advantage of this and come with us! When will you ever have the chance to go to a movie premiere again?”
She has a point. Dammit. “Touché. How did you get tickets, anyway? Please tell me you didn’t spend thousands for this.” You wouldn’t put it past her, even though you tell her not to every time before she does something like this.
“God, no, Joe surprised me with them earlier. He said he went to school with the lead.”
“Oh. Cool. Who?”
“Tom Hiddleston, I think. Have you heard of him? He’s British, but that’s about all I know. Joe just said they ran into each other the other day and reconnected.”
You stop halfway through a sip of coffee, careful to not choke on it. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah. I...I’ve seen him in a couple things.”
“Apparently, he hasn’t met his soulmate either…” Catherine trails away, raising her eyebrows at you.
You roll your eyes. “I heard,” you set your cup down. “He’s probably met them by now though since he blasted it on television like that.”
“Or he’s still searching and you’re still being too cynical.”
“You’re probably right,” you chuckle.
“Sooo, you’ll come?”
You sigh heavily. “As long as you help me pick something to wear.”
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“I’m regretting letting you talk me into this already,” you mutter when you nearly trip in your heels.
“Oh, hush,” Catherine swats your arm. “It’s an excuse to get dressed up and look hot for no reason. Take it.”
“Fine.”
Catherine’s soulmate, Joe, was whisked away almost as soon as the three of you stepped inside the venue by some director (you think), but he promised to return in a few minutes. Catherine told him not to worry. She’s used to him being dragged away for conversation. You can see from her face that she’s more proud of him than anything, and not at all annoyed.
Currently, you and Catherine are standing near the small bar, waiting for them to announce that it’s time to take your seats. You desperately want a drink, but part of you knows it would be a bad idea.
One glass of wine can’t hurt, though. Maybe it’ll take your mind off the pain in your feet.
You peel away from Catherine when you see Joe coming back, and you flag the bartender down quickly.
After ordering a glass of white wine, you wait patiently, wishing you had chosen a dress with sleeves. It’s fucking cold in here.
“Darling, you’re shivering, are you alright?”
Your head turns toward the smooth voice, face set and mind trying to decipher whether or not it was a sincere or creepy comment when the world quite literally explodes.
There, standing beside you, concern written all over his face, is Tom Hiddleston. Only now the concern has washed away into awe when your eyes lock with his.
“Oh my god,” he whispers, stumbling even though he’s standing in place.
“Blue,” you murmur. “Your eyes are blue.” Without even thinking or asking, your hand lifts to cup his cheek, and then you pull back, “Shit, sorry—”
But he grabs your wrist gently, placing your palm on his cheek. “It’s alright.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “I have been looking everywhere for you.”
“I thought you didn’t exist,” you whisper in reply. But here he is. His eyes are blue, his lips are pink, he has tiny brown freckles all over his rosy cheeks. You look back to his eyes, narrowing your own. “You liar. Your eyes have green in them, too.”
“Do they really?” Tom chuckles. “I never would’ve known.”
“That’s why you have me,” you tease, and you don’t know where any of this is coming from, yet it doesn’t feel like you’re pretending. It feels like you’re finally yourself.
His other hand tangles with yours as he nods. “That’s why I have you, indeed.”
At this time, the lights in the theatre begin lightly flashing, signaling that it’s time for everyone to begin making their way to their seats.
But neither you or Tom move one inch.
The only issue is people are beginning to stare.
You notice it first, so you slowly pull your hand from his cheek. This movement shocks him back to reality, too, and he blinks a few times, yet he doesn’t let go of your hand.
“I, um, I have to make a speech,” he says. “But then I can come back to you. Will you save me a seat?”
“Don’t you have to sit up front?”
He nods. “I do, but—”
“Then I’ll come with you.” You aren’t sure if it’s the fact that he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, or if it’s because you’ve been waiting so long that now you don’t want him to be further than an arms length away from you, but you mean what you say.
“Are you sure?” He asks, but you both need to make a decision quickly because you can see someone waving from the wings, most likely trying to get Tom’s attention.
“I’m sure.”
He doesn’t question it, in fact, he grins, and brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Let’s go, then.”
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In my dreams
Summary: Waiting for him to visit your dreams again, he tells you his name.
Loki Odinson x reader
Word count: 443
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Darkness surrounds you as you close your eyes, laying comfortably on your bed. You patiently wait for him to come again, to visit your dreams again. Ever since you turned eighteen you’ve been seeing him in your dreams, everyday more beautiful than before.
A few minutes pass before you hear his low voice, greeting you “hello my dear, it seems we meet again.” a smile graces his lips as he looks into your dreaming eyes. It felt real, like you were actually in a room with him. But it was not.
“When will you tell me your name?” your soft voice fills the room making him sigh. “I'm afraid I cannot.” he had told you this many times before, never telling you why. “I told you mine, why won’t you tell me yours?” shaking his head he walks closer to you. “You will be scared of me, you will hate me-” “how do you know?” another sigh leaves his mouth.  
“I just do dear...” you raise your hand wanting to caress his face only for it to fade trough him. Looking down your eyes show your disappointment. “Loki.” confusion obvious on your face you look back up at him “what?” “my name, it’s Loki” confusion quickly fades into realisation as you realise who he is.  
“I know you may hate me but-” “I don’t hate you” shock shows on his face at your words. “How can you not” “well, you must have a reason. I find it hard to believe you would do any of that.” With that he explains to you what had happened, how Thanos had invaded his mind. How he weak and didn’t fight back.  
“See! None of it was your fault Loki. I could never hate you.” “Darling, I’m evil-” you’re merely misunderstood” you shake your hand. Smiling up at him you see him deep in thoughts. “You can talk to me, you know. About anything, I would never judge you.”  
So, he began telling you about his life, everything that happened. How he was lied too over and over. Abused by his father and loved by no one except his mother. That he only ever lived in the shadow of his greater brother and was never taken seriously.
Tears had spilled during this conversation, you felt for him. “God, I wish I could just hold you in my arms” you sigh as he smiles at you. “You will, soon.” tilting your head in confusion he just shakes his head. “Time to fall into a deep sleep now love, you have to wake up early tomorrow.”  
Nodding you agree before wishing him goodnight. “Goodnight darling, I’ll see you soon.”
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ladybugsfanfics · 4 years
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Idiocy In A Mile’s Radius | Tom Hiddleston
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader
Style: One Shot
WC: 1.8k
Wanings: Swearing, 
Summary:  Requested by anonymous: “Something fluffy with Compass AU Soulmate, with a Tom and Childhoodfriend! Reader that have always know they are soulmates, but Tom is completely clueless about it. So one day after another one of his relatonships went wrong, he takes her to a bar and look at his compass and goes like "Dang, im the foolest of fools, the most dumb and stupid person on the universe" and kiss her.”
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COMPASS AU SOULMATE
Where you actually have a compass instead of a clock, and it leads you to where your soulmate should be.
“Aren’t you sick of it yet?” 
Tom perks his head up at your voice. You’re leaning against the kitchen counter, glass of water perched by your lips and a cock of your brows asking him the same question you have for years. 
He still has to ask. “Sick of what?” 
“Sick of trying out all these relationships when they never work.” You take a sip of the water, question still on your face. 
“I guess not. I’m still trying, right?” Tom tries for a smile, but it doesn’t work as he wants based on the snort that comes from you. “I guess my compass doesn’t work.”
You shake your head. “I don’t think that’s the problem, hun.” 
“Then what is?” 
“You.” 
And Tom should be offended, probably, but he can’t be when you laugh right away and smile at him as if there’s nothing really wrong with that. He moves from his spot towards you. “And why is that?”
“Oh, you know. You’re fucking blind.” You laugh harder as you say so, tongue coming to graze over your teeth and lick your lips, before biting down on your lower one. “I don’t know how, since you do own glasses, but you are so fucking blind.”
Tom takes a step closer to you. “Oh, and how do you know? Aren’t you just as blind as I am?” 
You shake your head, amused smile still on your lips. “I know who my soulmate is, I’m just waiting for him to realize.”
“Really, now?” He cocks a brow. “And may I ask who?” He ignores the slight uneasy feeling that folds over his chest―it’s a habit, as it always comes whenever he asks you about your soulmate. 
“You can ask as much as you like, but I’m never gonna answer.” You give him your patented ‘I’m really happy with myself’ smile, making Tom roll his eyes. “And before you say it, giving me some alcohol will not change that.”
Tom shakes his head. “How did you know I was going to say that?” 
“By hitting you with my brother’s bicycle at the age of three because I definitely couldn’t ride it, and then, after hitting you, asking if you wanted to play with me.” You take a sip of water. “And by staying friends with you since that moment, never once letting you cut contact just because you became famous.”
“Can’t argue there.” 
“I still can’t believe how you said yes to play with me and then dragged me with you so that I’d tell your parents what I did and you made me cry,” you say and smile. 
Tom chuckles. “I can’t believe you still wanted to be my friend.”
“Neither can I, Tommy, neither can I.” 
And you both laugh at that, knowing you wouldn’t want it any other way. 
It tugs at Tom’s heart. Tugs in a way that makes a giddy feeling travel through his body, and he hopes that when you each find your soulmates, you won’t lose the relationship you have with each other. 
“Okay, but, darling,” he says as you recover from your laughter. “What about a night at the bar? Tomorrow evening? I can see if my soulmate isn’t somewhere in sight and you can tell me more about yours?”
You roll your eyes. “This shit again, huh? Sure, but just know that you can’t read the fucking compass so if you strike out, don’t be too sad, okay?” 
“Very funny,” he replies, but you both still smile at each other. And you both shake your head as if you find it all amusing but you won’t really admit to it. Tom relishes in the swirl in his gut at the sound of your laugh and at the sight of your dazzling smile. 
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Tom had said you were going to a bar, not some nightclub. Yet, when you open the door to let him in, his mouth goes dry. Even if you’re not his soulmate, he can’t help but be attracted to you―who wouldn’t be with the confidence of which you hold yourself, with the beauty that shines through your personality, and with how fucking gorgeous you are. 
And that’s no less showing today than any other day. The black jeans that fit so well and accentuate your legs, the singlet that leaves only some to the imagination, and the red and black flannel thrown over as somewhat of a jacket. Itself, the look is casual, but on you (and paired with that bright smile and those sparkling eyes), Tom wouldn’t think twice if you’d wore it to an award show. 
“Just gotta put on my shoes and I’ll be ready.” You slump down on the stairs as you say so, pulling your shoes with you and starting to pull them on. 
Tom shakes his head. At the moment, it’s almost impossible to ignore the feeling that circulates his body. The feeling of content, of nervousness, and of absolute, utter love. He’s not so sure he wants to ignore it either. 
“I’m ready!” You shoot up on your feet before Tom can come back to his senses, but it easily drags him out of his thoughts and he flashes you a smile. 
“Then let’s get going, love.” He holds out his arm for you to take, and, after a quick snatch of your purse from the floor, you take the offer. 
The trip to the bar isn’t one that takes very long. It’s a tube ride and there you are, and even if you’d have to walk, it’s not long to yours nor Tom’s place from where you’re going. 
At the entrance, Tom takes a sweep of the room. His eyes quickly find a free seating and he points you in its direction and goes himself to buy you both drinks. There’s a line at the bar, but Tom doesn’t mind. With the free time, he notes the pretty lady behind the counter, and he looks down at his wrist to see which way his compass points. The needle, unfortunately, points in another direction. Tom shrugs and follows the line to the counter instead. 
It takes him another ten minutes before he’s sitting down next to you, a beer glass to his lips, and his eyes skimming the crowd around them. 
“Okay,” you say, place your glass down, and turn to look at him. “Where is your compass pointing now?” 
Tom raises a brow, but that only elicits a roll of your eyes and a tired sigh. “Okay, sorry.” He places his gaze on the needle at his wrist. It’s pointing right ahead, and right ahead is… He looks up and there’s you, and behind you, the wall. 
He shakes his head. “She’s not here.” 
“And how do you know?” 
“There’s a wall behind you, and after that there’s the outside.” He says it very matter-of-factly. He can’t understand why you’re so insistent on this. Maybe it’s because you’ve already found yours and you want him to find his before you tell him? Tom takes to ignoring the stab of pain the thought brings, and instead looks at you with a smile. “So, let’s not care and just have fun the two of us.”
“You are…” You sigh. “... so fucking annoying, but yeah, let’s just have fun.” Though the smile on your face looks slightly pained. 
Tom ignores that, too. And for the next two hours, you do have fun. He can’t get enough of your laugh, and he can’t get enough of your accidental touches. When your hand happens to graze his thigh, when you let your fingers trail through the hair at the nape of his neck, when you place a kiss on his cheek before he goes to buy more drinks. 
His whole body is giddy as he tells the bartender what he wants. As he waits, he looks up at you. You’re looking at your phone, something akin to disappointment the expression coloring your face. It makes Tom frown―had he done something? 
He shakes the thought away, and instead looks down at his wrist. The needle points slightly to the left of straight ahead. Slightly to the left would make it… the direction in which you sit. 
Tom feels his brows knit together as his thoughts race. The needle always points past you, always points in your direction. He’s always thought it was because his soulmate was in that direction, that his soulmate just happened to be somewhere close but never close enough. 
But now he realizes that his look was too wide. His soulmate has always been right there in front of his eyes, always right there waiting for him to notice. I already know who my soulmate is, I’m just waiting for him to realize. 
You had been talking about him, about Tom. 
God, he’s a fucking idiot. He’s the stupidest man on Earth, nay, in the universe. The foolest of fools. His idiocy has to have been on display for everyone to see. He should have seen it, he should have seen it so long ago. 
At least he knows now. 
The bartender coughs for his attention and hands him his drinks. Tom can feel his heart beat as he takes them and moves towards where you sit, towards where his soulmate sits. 
“Took you long enough,” you comment as he places the drinks down, and Tom isn’t sure whether that’s a comment on him finally realizing that you’ve been right in front of his nose all this time or just about the drinks. 
But he doesn’t dwell on it long enough because now that he knows, he can’t keep from feeling all those feelings he’s been ignoring. The pain when talking about your soulmate was because he was yours and the thought (even subconsciously) of you being with someone else physically hurt him. The heat of you touching his skin, the way his heart squeezed in that good way because you smiled so big, the adrenaline that goes through his body at just the thought of you. 
God, he’s a fucking idiot. 
And then he does the thing he’s been wanting to forever but hadn’t let himself think. He presses his lips to yours, trying at first because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. When your arms pull around his neck and pushes him closer he lets his hand come up to cup your face. He lets himself indulge in the feeling that rushes over him like an addictive drug.
You’re the one to pull away, but not father than being able to rest your forehead against his. 
“Your comment,” starts Tom, “was that about the drinks?” 
You scoff and shake your head. “God, it was, but it definitely counts for this, too.” You press a chaste kiss to his lips, lingering a bit as if you can’t get enough of the taste of his pressed against yours. “You’re a blind fucking idiot, and I’m glad you finally find out how to see.”
Tom rolls his eyes, but the smile grows big on his face. “I’m glad I did, too.” He presses his lips to yours. “And I’ll be any idiot as long as you don’t ever leave my arms.” 
The chuckle that escapes you warms Tom’s whole body. “I’m not planning to.”
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Shades that Burn
A gift for @lokislittlesigyn
A Soulmate AU, in which you can't see color until you've looked upon your soulmate.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get to you, my dear! I hope you love it 💚 (I also have a few original characters in here, that I affectionately call the Losers 4. Only 3/4 Losers are in this one, however. They're from another Loki story I'm writing atm!)
Word Count: 1681
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Oh, so that's what colors look like.
Sigyn's dearest friend, Astra, notices the way she gasps. Her body goes rigid, her eyes aflame with new sights. It's as if the entire room had exploded into a whole new world. The party suddenly seemed ten times louder, the lights one hundred percent brighter, and the cool goblet full of bubbling water in her hand almost burned.
"Sigyn," Astra asks, and though her ears are full to bursting with sound, it's almost like her friend is muffled in the din. Astra is further concerned when Sigyn doesn't respond and gently brushes her arm.
Sigyn jerks her arm away from the contact. It's pure instinct, and she'll feel horrible for it later.
"Sigyn, you're scaring me," Astra pleads. She moves closer but refrains from touching this time.
"Colors," is all Sigyn is able to manage and Astra gasps in shock.
"Who?" Astra says hastily, her eyes as wide as tea saucers. She looks around the room desperately and remembers that Sigyn's sight probably hasn't left her soulmate.
Astra follows that line of sight... right to the youngest prince.
"Oh no-" is all Astra can say before Sigyn has completely lost all rational thought.
The prince is tall- that's the first thing she notices. Incredibly tall, and incredibly thin. A willowy build that puts whatever Thor has going on to shame. Sure- Astra had mentioned that the youngest Odinson was handsome, but she'd been far more willing to swoon over the eldest.
Now that Sigyn had seen both, she knew who the victor of the best looks went to.
She doesn't have the proper words to describe the amount of color surrounding him, as this is the first time she'd ever seen them. Perhaps they could learn them together? The thought sends a jolt of giddy excitement through her before she remembers that she's yet to meet him.
And it may be hard to get an audience.
Her feet seem to have their own plans, as they gracefully waltz her through thoroughs of people. The drink in her hand doesn't lose a drop, and if she were coherent enough to understand what she was doing instead of relying on pure instinct alone, she'd be sure to mention it to her mother. Apparently all those years of training as a Lady in Waiting on Vanaheim had paid off.
As she gets closer, she sees more and more of him, and it's as if the colors intensify. The metal on his chest catches the light, and the gleam along with the new color is almost blinding. Her ears are ringing with laughter and music- but her heartbeat seems loudest of all. It begs her to move faster- get closer.
Someone blocks her view of him and she growls in frustration. Her glass is placed deftly on a tray as a server glides by, and it's purely an afterthought. She needs both hands to hold her dress away from her feet, as they practically break into a jog.
The hall is too long for her current taste. When she'd entered earlier it had been breathtaking and she felt wonderfully small in comparison to its grandeur. Now it feels endless in her trek across its bright floors. It's too crowded- and if that man doesn't move out of the way of her view she's afraid she may do something drastic.
She's finally nearing him, her hands beginning to shake with nerves and excitement. Sigyn wants to share these colors, and suddenly she knows she will only ever want to share them with him.
The oaf of a man who'd blocked her view shifts to his left and she swiftly pushes a warrior of a woman out of the way in order to place herself directly in front of the man she only knows as the youngest Prince of Asgard.
"Valdis, are you alrig-" He seems startled at the display of her pushing an ex-Valkyrie out of the way, but as his eyes connect with hers- he stops. He freezes, and she knows exactly what he's feeling because it still hadn't subsided for her.
At the same time, as if they were now operating on the same brain wave, they reach for each others' hands. They both gasp at the shock of touching- the sense of feel overwhelming.
"Do you see-" she says so quietly, and yet he finishes her sentence for her.
"-the colors," he breathes.
His grip tightens on her fingers, and her emotions are so large she feels faint. It's too much now that she's been pulled in by his gravity, safely in his orbit.
Sigyn doesn't know how, but he's suddenly halfway lucid and grasping her elbow to pull her out into the night air. The courtyard next to the hall opens up in patterned walkways and immaculately pruned flowers and shrubbery. He doesn't stop there, however- as the courtyard is still teeming with people.
A jolt of understanding jumps between them, something that whispers, "You need to be alone.”
The Prince heeds its call with no hesitation.
Sigyn wants to ask where they're going, but she's distracted by the touch of his lithe fingers gently clasped around her elbow, and the whirlwind of colors that still seem to be growing more and more intense the longer she's in his presence.
They're now traversing empty halls, and she thinks anywhere now is a good place to stop, but he has other plans. Sigyn wants to stop to look back into his eyes, the multitude of colors there unlike any others she'd seen tonight.
"Here," he says, almost completely to himself. The large double doors in front of them open with little preamble, and he pulls her inside. They've stepped into a grand room- larger than the banquet hall they'd just left. The ceiling stretches upward; a large dome patterned with Aesir designs.
Rows and rows of shelves line the walls and line themselves up like good soldiers throughout the cavernous space, and Sigyn realizes he's brought her into the Asgardian archives. The center of the room is taken up by a large circular desk, one man sitting behind it, organizing many indexing cards.
The man looks up as they enter, his glasses perched at the end of his nose. His hair is a color Sigyn hadn't yet seen and though she has no words to describe it, she finds it suits him well.
"Aleifr," the Prince addresses the man, "Ensure we are left alone, please."
"Of course, your highness," Aleifr nods once and goes back to his cards.
The Prince seems to realize at that moment how they must look, and shifts his hand to entwine his fingers with hers. He looks back to her then, into her eyes, and the laugh that escapes his perfect mouth is a melody she'll never forget. He's suddenly in awe of her all over again, and she sees how he shakes himself to restore his concentration.
"Come," he beckons with a winning smile.
"Anywhere," she promises with her own shy grin, and the color that blooms on his cheeks is breathtaking.
They dash through the library, passing by thousands upon thousands of novels, biographies, histories- until he pulls her into a back row of books, the tomes there clean and well kept. His free hand scans the books until he finds the specific one he's looking for and takes it from the shelf.
The gesture for her to sit on the floor is small, but she understands it, and he follows shortly behind. Yards of luxurious fabrics brush the shining floor, his colors foreign but rich and beautiful. She finds that the colors for the dress her mother had chosen for her were a stark opposite to his own, but they were gorgeous in their own right.
Seeing any sort of royalty sitting on the floor is humourous to Sigyn, but she stifles the laugh as she sees the sheer amount of concentration on his face.
"Here," he says, as he moves to her side so they can share the book, "Colors."
She looks down to see pages filled with paint splotches and scribbled words beneath them.
"Your hair," he says, his voice shaking, "it's brown."
Sigyn laughs, her eyes filling with tears at the desperate emotions roiling inside of her. Of course her soulmate's first concern would not be their names, but simply what the colors were called.
"And your eyes," he catches her gaze, his fingers gentle as they brush against her cheek, "when not obscured by lovely tears- are..." he pauses to look down at the book, "... shades of blue."
Sigyn's hand comes to cover his, pressing the warmth into her skin, "Your hair is-" and she takes her moment to peer down at the many colors displayed on the pages, "black, I believe."
"And your eyes," she looks up into them and loses her breath. They're impossible. A tumultuous amount of colors resided in his eyes, and she almost feels as if those may be the only colors she'll ever need.
But it has now become a challenge, and she breaks away from his touch to grasp the book fully. She flips through pages of colors, eyebrows furrowed- none of them truly close to this storm he possessed in his eyes.
She settles on three, and hopes he'll understand, "Blue, sea-green, and this splotch of gray that possibly shouldn't be in here."
He laughs, and this time it's a hearty sound- deep and true.
Sigyn knows she could sit here for hours and delve into describing every color he wore- or the shade of his lips, or that blossom of a color she'd later know as pink on his cheeks.
"Before we go farther," she says, a happy tear falling down her cheek that he quickly moves to wipe away, "My name is Sigyn."
A weight she hadn't known was on her shoulders lifts with the confession, and her Prince smiles softly.
"I'm Loki," he says, his impossible eyes deep with a new emotion and sincerity, "Thank you for showing me your beauty in color."
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Soulmate AU (Version 2)
Word Count:1110
TBH, I like this version more
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Soulmate AU where everything is in black and white until you meet your soulmate
Y/N laid on her back, trying to catch her breath after Natasha threw her onto the ground. “You’re getting better. You probably could go against me soon.”
“I already do.”
The red head soon appeared in Y/N’s line of vision, holding her hand out. “I mean without getting killed almost.”
Grabbing Natasha’s hand she pulled the Y/H/C girl up quickly. “Oh, alright.” Wiping herself off, they looked back at their friend. “Wanna go again?”
Before she could reply Tony came on the intercom. “Romanoff, Y/L/N, come to the top. Thor and his brother will arrive soon.”
Natasha groaned, “Why does Loki have to be here?”
Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, but let’s be civil.”
“Easy for you to say. He didn’t know something about you that wasn’t public.”
“Whatever Nat.”
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The two assassins stood next to each other in front of the compound. Both still in their training gear. Both shifting uncomfortably in the cold. But letting out a sigh of relief when they saw the two gods walking towards them. The younger, who was unknown to Y/N, of the two was behind the other. Thor walked over to Tony and talked to him. Tony motioned towards Y/N and Thor soon walked over to her. “Lady Y/N! Stark has mentioned that you’ve never met my brother Loki!”
“I’ve only heard of him.” She looked over to the other god and smiled softly at him. “All good things.”
“What’s good abou-” Natasha stepped on Clint’s foot, stopping him from speaking.
“Thor speaks of how you like to read.”
“Is that the only good thing he said?”
She shook her head, “No, actually. He spoke of other things as well. But, it currently snowing and I’m freezing so I shall head inside.”
“My friend! You should have told me and we would have went inside immediately!”
She smiled at Thor, “It’s quite alright, really. But I shall be heading inside now.” She looked back at Loki, “If anyone would like to join me.”
Y/N turned and opened the door and she could have sworn she notice a hint of color in the plant next to the entrance, but she passed it off as the cold playing tricks on her as there was no way she could have met her soulmate.
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Y/N looked up as she heard a knock. “Sorry to bother you, but you mentioned how Thor said good things about me and I was curious on what. He never has said much good about me in years.”
She smiled, “Well, why don’t you com over here and get comfortable as he said a lot.”
Loki walked over to her bed and sat down in front of her, as if a child listening to their mother tell a story. “Now, what did he tell you?”
“And you’re not asking this as an ego boost, correct?”
“No, I’m asking as a way to know more on Thor’s thoughts on me.”
She smiled, “Well, he always spoke of how you loved to read, especially old Midgardian books. Actually, I was wanting to ask you, have you ever read Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen before? It’s came out in the 1800s I believe.”
“Yes, my mother gave it to me to read a long time ago. It came out in January of 1813.”
“Wow, how do you remember that?”
He merely shrugged, “My mother just loved the book I guess.”
“Right, Thor also mentioned how you loved your mother more than anything in the world.”
She noticed him repressing a smile, “She always supported me, that’s why.”
Y/N smirked, “Sure.” She ran a hand through her hair, “Alright, so, Thor also said how you only wanted to be king of Asgard to be noticed by your father. That you only wanted it to be seen equal to Thor by everyone. Is that true?”
He looked down at her floor, “He actually listened to what I said.”
“What?”
He looked back at her, “Nothing, just something I said a few years ago.”
“Oh, okay. So, is it true then?”
He smiled, “Yeah it is.”
“I knew it.” He looked at her confused and she laughed lightly, “I mean, I knew you weren’t evil, you just wanted the attention for once. I get that.” She ran a hand through her hair, “I’m uh...I’m a younger sister. My older sister get’s all the attention and takes credit for everything I do. My parents discourage me all the time and say it’s only a matter of time till I get fired from being an Avenger.”
“That’s stupid.”
“I know, but they believe only one of their children can be great. And that child isn’t me.” She sighed, “Before my grandfather passed, he was the only one who supported me. He’s actually the only reason why I still try to be the best me that I can.”
“That was my mother. She was, and is, the person who always motivates me to do better.” He gave a soft smile, “She’s the only reason why I’m still alive.” Now it was Y/N’s turn to look confused. “Odin wanted to execute me. There hasn’t even been an execution in thousands of years. My mother, however, convinced him not to. I was banished to the dungeons and I am truly the reason for her death.”
“What do you mean?”
“The one who killed her, the Dark Elf, I told him where to go. My mother died protecting Jane Foster. And I’m the one who killed her.”
Y/N touched Loki’s face lightly, “Loki, it wasn’t your fault, believe me. Her death came by the hands of a Dark Elf, not by yours. Even if you hadn’t told him, he still would have killed her. It was fate.”
He looked at her, “Do you really believe that?”
She nodded, “Yeah, I do.”
He didn’t say anything and just stared into her eyes. Neither said anything as he leaned in. Him only speaking when their lips brushed together, “Can I?” She didn’t speak, she just closed the distance between them.
When they pulled away Y/N gasped lightly and looked around. Loki did the same. They eventually looked back at each other, “I never thought that the world-”
“Yeah.”
“There’s this café, over where I used to live, it’s pretty quiet. No one really goes there. Maybe, only if you want of course, we could go over there sometime and just talk. Out of the eyes of everyone.”
“I’d love that.”
“Tomorrow afternoon?”
“That’s alright.”
“Then it’s a date.”
He smiled, “It’s a date.” And he pulled her in again.
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