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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Ice Cold - Loki Laufeyson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come here."

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

"And you were too weak to use it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Rest now, love."

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smolvenger · 2 months

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

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

Word Count: 2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.

You froze, only staring quietly at your drink.

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

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

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

“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.

His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.

“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.

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

“How are you?” he asked.

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

“They didn’t recognize you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You turned around to face him.

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

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

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

And the ball looked like fun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They gasped and looked at you.

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

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

Would they hate you after seeing the affection?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.

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

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

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

‘She’s so lucky!

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

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

Then, quietly you walked over.

“Hello everyone,” you said.

They gasped and turned heads.

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

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

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

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

You smiled at them and took a seat.

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jewels2876 · 2 years

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Carrying A Torch

Cooking together for @marvelfluffbingo

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Plus-sized female reader

Word Count: 893

No warnings - just food and fluff!

Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really am sorry…”

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

“Can I help?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe another time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Although?” He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

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

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

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

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

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

“And you’ll let me use the torch?”

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

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abrunettefangirlnerd · 4 years

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Christmas Love

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Chapter: 4/4

Prompt: It is Christmas Eve and you are at your friend’s celebrating and exchange gifts. You just got out of a relationship and surrounded my couples. Tom Hiddleston is your best friend and long standing crush that you have come to terms with that you will never have. The night isn’t as great as you thought it would be, but then you get an unexpected visitor.

Warning: Low self-esteem, unsupportive friends

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Why? Why? Why? Why? The question rattles through your mind, riveting up a headache across your forehead. Sitting up your gaze wonders to Tom’s bedroom door. If you pay close enough attention you can hear the rustling of Tom’s sheets. You know he is worried about you making your decision, honestly you are worried about it too.

I should go talk to Tom. We talk about everything. Maybe we can work something out if I go back to Jake. It would be very selfish of me to pick Tom. You think.

Getting up from the sofa you softly make your way to his door. Just before reaching for the handle you stop. I can’t go in. You retreat back to the couch. Settling under the covers once more you attempt to fall back asleep. But it is no use, no matter how hard you try you can’t escape into the dark bliss.

Your stomach turns as you think about getting back together with Jake. Every cell in your body is telling you to run toward Tom and away from Jake. Why does this have to be so hard? You really know it isn’t once you lay it out. Do you want Tom or Jake? That is the only question here. Throwing in your friends and family makes it all too complicated. More complicated that it should be. Since when did relationships become more than two people?

“Come on (Y/N),” you whisper to yourself. “If you don’t get off your ass now you’ll regret it.”

Taking a deep breath you climb off the couch. While softly walking towards his door, once again you try to calm your nerves. It doesn’t help when your heart is racing either. You’ve wanted this for so long and now you have a shot and you almost can’t believe it.

Reaching the handle you lightly press down on it, opening the door. Stepping in you reveal the state of the room. The comforter flung over one side of bed and the sheets to the other in a bunch. The pillows no longer reside on the bed, one is only a few feet in front of you and the other has been thrown about toward the closet.

Though knowing Tom prefers things to be clean and orderly, the state of the room does not blind side you. Tom sits on the left side of the bed, top corner. His knees are up in the air with his feet resting against the mattress. Those hands of his are tangled deep into his gorgeous brown hair, and his forehead leans against his knee caps. Never before have you seen Tom like this and it shakes your very core.

“Tom…” your voice whimpers.

As quick as lighting, Tom’s head flies up to find you standing by the door. Walking closer to him Tom doesn’t move, but you notice a stray tear mixing with the various streaks that line his face. Your heart begins to sink at what you’ve put him through. All you want to do is pull him in your arms and apologize for everything, but you don’t. Not yet.

Taking a seat on the end of the bed, you face Tom. Biting your lip, you scoot your small frame towards his an inch. Looking into Tom’s eyes you realize the space between is still far too great, and you move another few inches closer. With his feet brushing against yours you know you can’t get any closer without being on top of him.

“Okay.” You take a deep breath and collect your thoughts. “There are some things I want to tell you, and I want you to wait till I’m finished before you speak. I’m afraid if you speak I may not get everything out. Can you do that?”

Tom nods, starting his silence now.

“You were right, I can’t go back to Jake. It wouldn’t be right for many reasons.” Your eyes start to wander about the room but you train them back on Tom. “I should be with someone who understands when I’m having a mood before I even speak. Someone who really gets me and doesn’t get bored to the point of sleeping with someone else.” A small smile fights its way to your lips. “I have been trying to hold on to the wrong guy instead of someone else. A someone who is a gentleman always, who calls me almost every day,” a tear runs down your face. “Someone who surprises me on Christmas, who knows when something is wrong even with my best poker face, my best friend.”

You can’t help but allow a few more tears to fall against your rosy cheeks. Noticing Tom do the same you feel two arms engulf you into a hug. Tom presses your tear stricken face into his chest as he rests his on top of your head. It takes everything else in you to not fall apart.

“I am so extremely sorry. For the longest time I didn’t think you saw me anymore than just a friend. I know you made your feelings for me quite clear a few hours ago, but if you’ve changed your mind… or realized you deserve someone better… I understand.” Your voice croaks.

A soft and endearing chuckle whispers across Tom’s lips. You almost wouldn’t’ notice except for the fact you can feel the slight movement of his chest.

“Wow,” Tom sighs. “You’re apologizing to me when I should have had the guts to tell you how I’ve felt for years.” He presses a light kiss to top of your head. A pleasant shiver runs down the length of your body, originating in the exact spot his lips touched you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Then neither am I. Merry Christmas.” You whisper looking up into Tom’s eyes.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

Tom’s lips lightly brush yours, testing to see if this is real. Knowing that you’re really here, knowing what that means excites the both of you. Deepening the kiss Tom’s lips desperately dance along yours, and yours his in equal magnitude. The two of you have always been best friends but you are definitely making up for lost time.

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~requests are open

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miss--river · 6 years

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Tom Hiddleston x short reader would be SO cutee

Title: Too ShortA/N: Sorry this is so short! Haha! I just don’t know all the struggles of a short person! I did the best I could though! I hope you like it!Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Warnings: None Word count: 565Tom Hiddleston Taglist: @lilyrosebae @unfortunatelyymuggle @helayes @hiddlestylesbaby @theoneannaEverything Taglist: @blackirisposts @zombiewerewolfqueen @omgopalsapphire @imkindajustheretho @lokiiis @tbetz0341 @randomparanoid @his-paradox @1800-fight-me @machimaquiaveli @nardo94 @frostymoon11 @takenbymyfandoms @legendaryorochimaru-sama @dolphinpink310 @lokifromjotunheimr37 @v-2bucky @lokiloveforever @cholita-ironspider @nightcrawler0213 @a-kiddo-with-a-doggo @heart-of-words-and-books @demonkitkat @quitesmolcreature @leenalee @lckicdinscn @hakuoyuki @disneymarina @bookgirlunicorn @lady4marvel @midnightsinger @iconsumesoulsbecauseidonthaveone @toomuchtellyneck @chaziycus @justasmisunderstoodasloki @m4df4n @servamp-addict @obsessedwithmarvelsstuff @everythingmarvelsherlockspn @jane-labban @thisismysecrethappyplace @queenly-queer @alexiamiky2003 @zoey-odinson-stark @whatsthewordcasy @lokilvrr @waking-electric @lokis-dottir @dsakita @kdottp @lady-of-lies @how-to-conquer-midgard @this-fine-ass-queen @loki-in-hogwarts @lokislilcaribbeanprincess @constellationkat @dasnaddyIf you want to be on a taglist you can add yourself here! Masterlist Wattpad | Deviantart | AO3 Feedback and/or reblogs are appreciated~

Tom stood behind you, trying to cover up his laughter as he watched you try to reach for your favorite cup that he purposely placed on the top shelf. He does this with your stuff all the time and teases you about it until you yell at him. Sometimes he’d pretend not to see you since he can right over head and you hated that the most. Ugh, he can be so annoying! But, you love him anyway.

“I can get you a chair.” He said, a big amused smile on his face.

“No!” You snapped. “I don’t need a stupid chair!”

“I can pick you up!”

“No!” You swing a leg up onto the counter and hoisted yourself up.

“Hey, don’t hurt yourself!” Tom walked a little closer, ready to catch you just in case you fell.

You grabbed your cup and turned around, glaring at him. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just stop putting everything up too high!” You pouted. You carefully sat down in the counter and slid off.

“You’re right. I’ll stop doing it…”

“Thank yo-“

“As much.”

“Thomas!” You pouted again, hands on your hips and giving him the most deadly glare you could muster.

“Okay!” He laughed and put his hands up defensively. “I’ll stop!”

“You better!”

“Here,” he said, taking your cup. “I’ll make you tea as an apology. How’s that?”

“Hmm… fine.” You shrugged. “I’ll be in the living room.” Tom got to work on your tea and you sat on the couch to watch tv.

A few minutes later, he walks out with your tea. He called out your name and looked around the living room curiously. “Where did you go?” He asked, another amused smile on his face.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Come on, Tom. I just want my tea.” You stood up and went to grab it but he quickly turned around, now facing away from you.

“What? Is that your voice I hear? I think I’m too tall to hear you!”

“You can hear me just fine!” You huffed and crosses your arms.

“Can you speak up just a little more? Your voice sounds so far away!” He turned back around and looked everywhere but down at you.

You reached up cupped his cheeks, making him look down at you. “Stop being such a jerk!”

“Oh, there you are! I was starting to worry!” He wrapped his free arm around you in a hug and then pulled away to hand you your tea. “Here you go!”

“Jerk!” You said and grumpily took it. You started walking towards your bedroom to watch tv there instead, but Tom stopped you.

“Hold on.” He said, suddenly feeling guilty. “I’m sorry. I just really like our height difference! You’re adorable!”

“It won’t be adorable when I make you sleep on the couch.”

“That would be pretty uncomfortable.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry for making fun of your height.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You smiled.

“So, you forgive me?”

“Yes, you big dork.” You giggled.

“Can I have a kiss then?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yeah, but I’m not going up there. You’re coming down here!” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down.

“Oh, this is what it’s like down here?” He smirked. “I like the view.”

“Watch it, Hiddleston.” You smiled and kissed him.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x You #Tom Hiddleson x Reader #Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction #Anonymous

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achaoticeternal · 6 years

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please send in requests for marvel, stranger things, and it

characters i prefer writing for:

steve rogers / chris evans

peter parker / tom holland

harrison osterfield

bucky barnes

loki laufeyson / tom hiddeston

mike wheeler / finn wolfhard / richie tozier

steve harrington / joe keery

bill denbrough / jaeden lieberher

stan uris / wyatt oleff

you can refer to either my current prompt lists or send in your own dialogue or plot request :)

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lumosouls · 2 years

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In the library.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warnings: A few curse words, shakiness of hands (?), stuck in a library

Summary: A dull January evening turned into something much more, as you met your future lover.

Word count: 1.2k

Yet another dull January evening. The cold wind burnt your skin as your steps quickened. It was around 6 in the evening, the sun had long been gone and the sky was covered in a white layer, hinting the upcoming snowy night. The crowds were slowly dying as people rushed home, protecting themselves from the terrible cold.

You cursed under your breath as you had forgotten your gloves at home, and your hands, which were carrying the books back to the library, had turned red and limp. Your rushing form made a sudden stop, exhaling, the air turning into a white puff. Your shaky, numb hands reached for the old handle of the library, pushing it, almost throwing yourself inside, you sighed in content, the scent of old books and the warmness of the heater right above the door hitting your body.

“Good evening, Mrs. Watson” you beamed at the old librarian who was busy with her soap operas, ‘As usual’ you thought with a giggle.

“Ah, Y/N, good evening, sweetheart. Back for more?” She indicated the books on the “New addition” shelf, to which you nodded.

“Though, I’ll be surfing the classics this time, I have to write a report on Shakespeare for my literature course” you added as your feet dragged you to the deeper ends of the huge library, which you grew to adore.

Your fingers got into contact with almost every book on the shelves to your way to the second floor. ‘The library is oddly quiet tonight’ you thought, while searching for the desired book. All of a sudden, you hand got covered by another making you look up to meet a pair of blue eyes. A small gasp left your lips at the small proximity between you and the stranger, making you retreat your hand.

“Hamlet?” The stranger’s voice drummed making your cheeks softly cover themselves with a shade of red. You nodded at the statement, a laugh escaping your lips.

“Yes, Sir, Hamlet” you nodded as you reached for the one book that you needed, a frown soon replaced your smile, while you glared at the man, who took the book right before you could.

“Hey! That was mine!” You exclaimed, with an eye roll, sticking your hand out, so he could return the book.

“Oh? I don’t see a name here, unless you’re Shakespeare himself” he laughed at your glare.

“Clever way of getting my name, Sir, but I desperately need that book” you whined, as your lips formed a pout.

His eyebrow raised, a hum leaving his lips “Let me guess, for your literature report?” He beamed making your eyes widen. “Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker, I just heard your conversation with Mrs. Watson.”

Your lips formed into a small sly smile, as you quickly reached for the book, though he held it right behind his back, making you stumble right into his firm chest, a groan leaving your lips.

“Ah-aah” he shook his head “Name first” he laughed.

“Y/N” you replied with a scoff at the antiques of his. You hesitated before asking him for his name “And yours, Mr. Tease?”

“Thomas, though call me Tom, lovely” he said casually as he held the book tighter to his body. “Would you like some tea? I was supposed to have one of my friends here, yet, they couldn’t make I, hence I have two cups of tea. Plus you look like Rudolph the Reindeer, your nose is beet-red” he giggled.

“Oh how nice of you” you snarled at his comment, “Though, I have a few cookies and some chocolate with me” you said reaching into your tote bag, showing him the goods.

He guided you to the two armchairs next to the window, you arranged the tea along with the sweets on the windowsill and set comfortably with him facing you.

“I can help you with the report, you know?” He said reaching for The book that was next to his coat. “I must admit, I am rather fond of Shakespeare” Tom continued.

You nodded “In general, all the books, the old scent, the pages, it is perfect” your words made his eyes twinkle in excitement as he found a young woman with an old soul, sharing the same interests as him.

Time went by, it was now around midnight when you didn’t even hear Mrs. Watson shouting about the closing of the library, yet soon, the lights turned off and so did the heaters, making the both of you realise that you were locked in the library.

“Shit, my phone has no charge, but I remember it had about 12% left” you cursed at the black screen as you paced around, the same white puff of air leaving your lips, indicating the growing coldness, though you had your coat on.

“Must be because of the awfully low temperature” he sighed as he reached for your forearm, pulling you into him. “There we go, love” he muttered as his hand went to his neck, unwrapping his thick wool scarf, and wrapped it around you making you look at him, your heartbeat increasing, now you were sure he heard it.

“No no, Tom, you’ll get cold” You shook your head as you reached for his scarf that rested comfortably around you, leaving his scent onto your skin, when his warm hands came atop your relatively cold ones.

“Leave it on, I don’t want you to catch a cold, love.” He answered, taking your hands in his and then looking down to your eyes. “Is this okay?” He pointed at your held hands making you smile cheekily, though it was dark, the street lamps lit the room just enough.

“It’s..” You stopped “It’s perfect” you quickly said, tightening your grip onto his hands, as your face sunk into his scarf.

“You’re endearing, young lady” he laughed whole-heartedly, making you even more flustered.

Your little moment came to a stop when you heard the heavy doors of the library being unlocked. Both of you packed quickly, running downstairs almost immediately. It was Mrs. Watson.

“Oh dear Lord!” She shouted, her hand going to her chest “You scared me! Where you here this whole time?” She asked with a frown as she saw you both standing at the bottom of the staircase, foolishly nodding. “Good thing I came back for my hat, you idiots” she muttered as you and Tom apologised for not hearing her earlier.

You and Tom were now walking hand in hand to your apartment. It was now snowing heavily, though neither of you minded, since both of your hearts were warm.

Though you hesitated, you turned to him when you stopped at your flat. “Can we meet up later tomorrow?.” You both said in unison.

“I’d love to, honestly” you answered with a low giggle. “As would I, you’re quite an eye candy, and a pleasant little soul, love” he answered.

Oh those nicknames..

“Right, by the way, here is ‘Hamlet’” he reached into the paper bag he had been carrying the whole time, and took it out, handing it to you.

“Wait, did you take this from the library?!” You half-shouted in shock, reaching for the book.

He shook his head “Not at all, it’s mine, perfectly annotated, but also new enough for you to use it” he smiled, as he came a tad closer.

“Then why did you need the one from the library?” You turned to him towering over you now, while you put the book into your bag.

“Sweetheart, then how was I supposed to talk to you?”

A/N: My second imagine on this platform. It was not proofread, so I apologise for the mistakes. This is also my first imagine with Tom Hiddleston, a plot I was particularly interested in, since I find libraries one of the most calming places.

PS: I edited the plot a bit.

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#marvel #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fanfiction #loki x reader #tom x reader #hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston x you #thomas hiddleston #tom hiddleston imagines #tom hiddleson fanfictions

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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OK so you know loki with his hair tied back? imagine he keeps a hair tie on his wrist for this exact reason but reader with long hair starts asking him for hair ties so much that he starts wearing two on his wrist, one for them and one for him.

#loki #loki of asgard #loki show #mcu loki #avengers loki #tom hiddleson #loki x reader #marvel #loki x y/n #x y/n #x reader #writing ideas #prompts #fanfic #loki fanfic

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smolvenger · 3 months

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In A World of Boys, He's a Gentleman (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x Reader blurb)

Summary: Collapsing into tears after a hellish week, your professor boyfriend confesses he loves you.

Warnings: cursing, some work problems (I may have used some of my irl experiences in here, oops) Reader liking Romantasy books, but other than that, some hurt/comfort and lots of fluff!

A/N: I decided to leave it ambiguous if Reader is a student or not, so that is personally up to you. From @holdmytesseract's request for the birthday blurbs! Thanks for your patience!

Word Count: >2K

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

If the past week was purgatory, then today was utter hell.

Everything in your life was driving you so busy, you felt both stasis and panic at once. You got so distracted that you would zone out on your phone closing and reopening the same apps for hours. Then at work, people were driving you up a wall. Because you were a good employee who had to get things done in the order and way they trained you or else…less got done. The impossibility of productivity crept on you. Minutes became hours. You had to argue with someone in a conversation that should have been four minutes but lasted eight because she would not shut up, kept repeating the same things over and over, would rarely let you speak and when you did, never replied or added onto your responses. On top of that, your body decided that the buttcrack dawn of morning when it was still dark was a good time to be awake. And impossible to drift back to sleep even when you took cold medicine. Which then made you exhausted at work.

Thank god for your professor boyfriend.

He was your light in the midst of all this. You had dated for some time, and even the sight of him putting on glasses in a nice suit as he headed off ofr work still made you tingly inside. He would leave you little gifts at your place- flower bouquets, cupcakes, and the like. You were at a point where you didn’t have to have romantic dates all the time. You were now just in his place. Just hanging out. Simple as that.

You could be quiet and not interact every second. As cats parallel played you could just be in comfortable silence together. Especially when it came reading- for you had something of a silent book club. You both turned off your phones and would sit devouring book after book.

He was a Literature professor, so it was in his nature. It seemed though sometimes he was never off the clock! He even challenged you- it was one thing that drew you to daring him. He was smart enough- he respected you as an intelligent being in your own right but was able to have questions and discussions. It was the academia in him. It made you grow into wanting to be a better person for him…and he for you.

Though today, your stress, anxiety, and semi insomnia was creeping up on you. You sat on the brown chair and he on his sofa. There was the same book in your hands. He was already rubbing a finger over his lips, pressing his glasses close. Enchanted by the spell words made. It was a well-reviewed piece of literature that won awards and was featured on the official lists of esteemed journals. He recommended this title to you and you were both reading it.

As you sat with your own copy that he leant you, you cracked open the stiff spine from it’s newness and began to read…

You were spacing out on the first chapter. It was dense, poetic, and beautiful….but you had no idea what the heck was going on.

After a few more pages, it was starting to get sad.

What was it with these books? And it was not cheery- Was high literature just sad things happening like people having affairs on their wives or committing abuse or doing drugs or going to war or just being awful with no repercussions?

With a sigh, you reached into your bag and pulled out a different book- an escapist, spicy romantasy that all the girls on social media were losing their minds over. You replaced the high literature book, setting it down quietly, and opened it. Tom was so engrossed in the book he didn’t notice. You didn’t want him to notice.

You found this time you were understanding the words in front of you. And you found yourself drawn. Was it the best piece of literature to be studied in a professors class in the future? Hell no. But you were here for a good time, not a long time. And not to study human nature deeply, but to be in a different world, where you had a different name, a different look, and different problems, but far more magical and exciting than everything crashing down in your dull, grey reality. One where your clothes were beautiful with corsets and fine fabric instead of just jeans. One where you would have a sword with a name then a smartphone that sucked all of your free time. One where you could be a princess, a queen, an assassin, a fae lady, a vampire, a pirate, a goddess, a duchess… anything other than plain old you in a plain old life at a plain old job.

Tom looked up. He then eyed over your cover and back at you.

You looked up at him and grimaced. Then you shoved the book back into your bag.

“Please! Don’t judge me!” you cried.

“Why would I judge you?” he asked.

You gestured over to the book in his hands.

“I’m reading this silly trash book and you have all of your fine literature!” you cried.

He set his own copy down, but his blue eyes softened.

“My dear…Is something up?” he asked.

He knew you well enough he could tell the signs.

“Yes, my day was hell! It was this and this and this and…I try to handle it but..I’m overwhelmed so I can’t…I really can’t…I’m not even smart enough to read this book, because I try and try but I just can’t understand this stuff and I can’t get into it, like you…I’m an idiot…”

You burst into tears, and he came over, hugging and kissing your head in little pecks.

“No…darling, no…” he murmured.

You leaned into his arms. You found yourself vneting and complaining the suffering long inside you.

“I know…I’m a mess…” you sobbed out. “And there was a lady at work who’s a bitch, and my job is so hard, and I can’t sleep at night…it’s just…I wish I could be smarter, nicer, better for you Tom, but…”

“How do you take tea?” he asked.

Looking up, you wiped your tears with your sleeve and answered him.

He made it for you the way you liked. It was the prettiest mug- white with bluebell flowers painted on it. And returned with it. You sipped at it, it was perfect in it’s flavor and so warm, you felt it melt inside you. You placed both hands around it- science said it was like receiving a hug. Feeling the warmth inside and outside as you looked up at him.

He scooted himself to be close, a gentle smile on his face and one of his large, beautiful hands rubbing your forearm in comfort.

“I know I’m a mess.” you said.

“I like you as a mess.”

You began to blink at him.

“No, I…but I’m…I’m trying, but I just…I know I complain and I read trashy books and I call people bitches and all that, you can say it, Tom. It’s the truth,” you replied.

“Set your drink down,” he requested.

You complied.

He cupped your face. A gasp aired itself in your throat.

“My dear, you are perfect as you are. A mess, broken, crying…and I want nothing else than to be with you.” he confessed.

You nearly dropped your jaw.

“That’s…a…you’re saying that…”

“Well…I…yes, I never thought I’d run into someone like you, who’d change everything. Why should I care if you feel upset sometimes like every human being or what you read to make you happy or that things aren’t always wonderful…I…I love you….there, I said it.”

Love. The little word that changed everything. And it was the first time he said it. It was…unspoken. Something you both felt for the long months you dated, but never confirmed. And here it was, materialized and as present as the furniture and mugs and books, for it was just as real.

“I love you too, Tom.”

You embraced him tight, and he embraced back. He then pressed his forehead to yours, squeezing hands.

He then let go, looking down at your mug.

“Here…your tea will get cold…” he said, offering the drink back to you.

“And…my book….” you murmured.

“Oh, I have no problems with you reading it with me! If it’s that good, I’ll make you another cup of tea and get us some biscuits as well! Then you must tell me all about it!” He gave a little laugh. “Who knows, I may even try it myself someday!”

Smiling with him, you gave him a kiss on his cheek. Then, you settled into cuddling him, sipping your tea and enjoying both of your books in a moment of pure bliss.

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elfenbensord · 3 years

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that look

18.12.20

note: here’s on slap-bang in the middle. on the way from friends to yearning perhaps? anyway. enjoy!

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Despite what they’ll tell you, it’s easy to like Loki. It’s a bit ridiculous, really. How easy it is. Just… everything about him. Well, apart from the episode with New York. And the obvious blood-thirst at times. But it’s getting surprisingly easy to look past all of that. Especially after he starts giving you that look.

That look, for your information, is a very soft one. It’s softer than you’d ever dared imagine him to be. It’s a small crinkling at his eyes, accompanied by a tug at his lips. All this, wrapped up with that look in his usually cold eyes makes you absolutely melt. Weak to the knees, a proper blow to the stomach. And you can’t help but return that look, in the best way you can. It makes you wonder - If one look can do all of that, what could a gentle word do? Or even worse, a loving touch?

He’s well-aware of the effect he has on you. Honestly, how could he not be? You’re an open book, a well-read classic, to him. You don’t mind. Not yet, anyway. It’s a relief now, to have at least one who knows you that well. Even if that one is an ex-genocidal psychopath.

The stars are unusually bright tonight, in courtesy to the chilling night air. Another thing you can’t help but like about him is his knack for finding you. Especially when you’re hiding.

Tonight’s hiding spot is a rather unknown balcony at the Stark’s tower. It isn’t as well furnished as the rest of the compound, only providing two plastic chairs for any comfort. The on-going Christmas celebrations are a faint echo in the background. It’s become one of your favourite hiding spots.

“Good evening.”

You pull the sides of your jumper closer. “Good evening. And Merry Christmas.”

Loki hums in disbelief, but stays silent.

For a moment, you consider telling him. Just… opening up for real, spilling it all out. But one look at him, and you manage to forget all about it. One look, and your problems are drowned in eyes of blue.

A small smile plays on your lips. “It’s a beautiful night.”

His voice is cool, “Indeed it is.”

Your hands are too close to be casual, but too far away to touch. It bothers you. You can’t tell if he feels the same. You’ll probably never know, unless he tells you so himself. You doubt it. The thought stings a bit, but it’s a good hurt. It’s a welcome one.

You look up at the stars. He’s looking at you.

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this-do-be-therapeutic · 3 years

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I’m kinda in the mood to write something for Tom Hiddleston/ Loki based on the song Teacher’s pet by Melanie Martinez.

If I can actually convince myself to write more than 7 paragraphs, would y’all be interested in reading that?

#Loki #Tom Hiddleson #Loki x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #loki smut #tom hiddleston smut #loki imagine #tom hiddleston imagine #melanie martinez #teachers pet #professor loki #professor tom hiddleston #professor tom #college au

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speedybasementcollection · 4 years

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Running with the Trickster

Part 25/26

You waited for Tony to give you the signal, once you got it, you would know all the protections around Shield would be disabled and you could walk in. You would be far more excited about it if you weren’t still nursing a hangover, thanks to Tony. You rubbed your temples, briefly closing your eyes and wondering why you let Tony talk everyone into that drinking game, and then the next two afterwards.

You groaned and opened your eyes once more, the lights were making your headache so much worse. While you waited, the others got into position, and unfortunately, Loki wasn’t able to be on board just yet. If Loki was spotted, panic would break out among Shield employees and you wouldn’t get another shot at this.

Silently, you wished their had been time for Loki to heal you this morning, but things had been no rushed and chaotic with all the Avengers stuck in your little cabin. You sighed, you would just have to deal with the hangover, after all, you use to do it all the time before Loki had turned up.

The lights flickered briefly, that was your signal. You started walking to Fury’s office, keeping an eye out for any potential dangers until you met up with Natasha. She followed you close behind, being an extra eye for danger since Loki had not accepted you being fully alone. Clint was in the vents, as per usual, ready to drop if he was needed.

You got to Fury’s door, hand on the doorknob and you hesitated. A sudden wave of panic washed over you and you were suddenly unsure if this was the right plan. All those nights of wanting revenge and answers were suddenly gone.

“It’s okay, we got your back Siren” Natasha whispered to you. You smiled, even just the code name was bringing you back to yourself. You were an Avenger, you were brave. So, you nodded your head and opened the door, heading in without a second thought.

Fury didn’t seem surprised to see you, he simply cocked his head as you locked his door. You knew NAtasha was standing on the other side, ready to fight or call the others for back up. You had the full force of the Avengers behind you for this, well except for Captain America of course.

“So am I to assume you weren’t being held captive by the crazed god?” Fury asked, never getting up from his chair. You decided to sit down as well, glaring at him while getting comfortable.

“OF course not, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

“I had my suspicions; especially after you took care of Hydra’s top facilities and stole their experiments”, he sounded slightly proud and that almost put you off guard.

“Well I had to deal with my husband now, didn’t I?” His eyes narrowed at you but you didn’t let it intimidate you. After all, one word from you and Loki would storm the place, killing anyone who even thought about hurting you. You almost smirk at that.

“How did you find out?”

“Loki told me” you admitted. “Which leads me to why I’m here actually. You and Steve both knew what John was doing to me and what he was, but you kept it a secret, not only from me but from the rest of the team. Why?” You demanded answers, your tone wasn’t nice. After everything you had been through, you weren’t giving them the benefit of the doubt.

Fury sighed, getting up from his chair. You were weary, but waited. You watched as he went to a side table, taking two glasses and reaching for a bottle of old scotch. He stayed quiet while he poured two glasses, walking over and handing you one. You took the glass but waited until the director took a drink from his.

“I’m not trying to poison you, Esperanza ” he said before taking a large gulp of his own amber liquid. You followed his example, silently hoping the scotch would dull your hangover. Fury took a seat on the couch, sitting opposite from you.

“Are you stalling for time or are you going to tell me what I want to know?” You asked, getting slightly fed up from waiting.

“When we found out who John was, we had surveillance follow him; so of course we found out pretty quickly what he was doing to you. I wanted to confront you, tell you the trust but Steve convinced me otherwise” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What do you mean, convinced you?” Your temper was beginning to flare, but you hoped Loki couldn’t sense that. If he thought you were even mildly distressed, he would burst in here, magic blazing.

“He wanted to use you to get information and I did think that was a good idea, and it still meant telling you what was going on. However, Steve didn’t think you could handle that. What with John being who he was, he figured that you would simply want to stay away from him or worse, leave the Avengers to join your husband” Fury began explaining.

“So both of you had zero faith in me” you commented, rolling your eyes.

“And I take full responsibility for my part in this, but you have to understand, we needed to take this guy down” Fury tried to reason with you, but you were beyond that now. “Steve said that there was a way for him to get information from you without telling you who John was; but he said it was better that I didn’t know.” He paused for a moment, looking at you seething in anger right across from him.

“I know I made a mistake, but I wanted him dead so badly that it clouded my judgement, for that I am sorry” he apologized and took a deep breath.

“That’s not a good reason for betraying me. We were a team and you had zero confidence that I could get the job done, that the Avengers could handle this without all the secrets. What else are you keeping from us?” You couldn’t trust Fury anymore, his reasons were his own but you would never trust Shield again.

“All I can do is apologize” Fury stated again, opting to ignore everything else you just asked of him. You knew there was more he was hiding, but he didn’t want to give it up yet. You sighed, shaking your head in disappointment, you had hoped for more. You pushed the speak button on your comms that Tony had fitted into your ear.

“Take it all down, Stark” you told him. In mere seconds, the lights went out and Fury stood up in a rage, running over to the security system in his desk.

“What did you do?” He yelled at you. You got up from the chair, finished your drink as Natasha burst into the door.

“We’re taking everything, the Avengers are no longer under your orders, Fury” you told him as Natasha training a gun on him, it kept him from pulling out his own.

“Loki’s here” Natasha smirked and you smiled, you knew it wouldn’t have taken him long.

“You can’t do this!” Fury insisted. You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head.

“We have everything now Fury, you come after us and I’m sure the UN would love to know exactly what you were doing here. You’re lucky we’re letting you live” you told him as you turned on your heels. Natasha followed, not taking her gun off of Fury until you were both well out of the room.

“Everything went well darling?” Loki asked, dropping one of the guards that tried to stop him to the floor. It didn’t look like he had killed anymore, that was a lot of willpower on Loki’s part. However, they all looked like they would be in the hospital for quite some time.

“More or less, not exactly what I was expecting but everything seems to have worked out” you told him as you reached up for a kiss. He grabbed Natasha as well and use his magic to get you both back to the Avengers tower, where everyone else was waiting. Loki must have gotten to them before he had found you and Natasha, you assumed.

“Welcome home Esperanza ” Tony shouted and you could see almost everyone wince.

“That was much too loud, Stark” Loki glared at him, soothing your head with his magic.

“Yes, we’re all still very much hungover, thanks to you” Natasha quipped.

“What better reason to drink some more?” Tony smirked. “Besides, we need to celebrate Esperanza ’s homecoming and show the newbies around!” Tony exclaimed. You could see everyone’s exhausted face but they smiled and laughed anyway. It felt good to be home.

“I think we’re forgetting something” Bruce chimed in. When he noticed the confusion surrounded him, he sighed. “Steve is going to be back next week, and we don’t have a plan” he explained and your shoulders slumped.

“He’s right, we have to deal with that” you told the others.

“You’ll think of something” Clint waved you off and you couldn't help but laugh.

“Why is it my job to think of a plan?”

“Because you’re the new Captain of the Avengers. Captain Siren!” Tony exclaimed but paused for a moment. “That was bad, forget that, I will find a different name for you” Tony added.

“Why me?” You asked, a little overwhelmed and confused. You didn’t know how to be in charge of a team, you were barely able to keep yourself and Loki in line.

“You brought down Hydra, trained three newbies and came up with the plan to take down Shield” Pietro listed.

“Plus we took a vote on it last night” Tony added in.

“When?” You didn’t remember that. To be fair, your brain was a little fuzzy on the details after Tony’s second drinking game, but you were sure you would have remembered that.

“While you were puking in the bushes” Bucky told you.

“I did not puke in the bushes!”

“You kind of did, darling” Loki whispered over to you and sighed, damn, you had hoped Bucky was wrong about that. You needed to get better at handling your alcohol, or maybe not letting Tony pressure you into drinking too much. You still couldn’t help but laugh though, you missed your weird, misfit family so much, you hadn’t even realized just how much until now. You raised your hands in defeat.

“Fine, I will come up with a plan” you told them as Tony passed around shots. You looked at it and your stomach grumbled in disagreement but raised it nonetheless as Tony toasted you.

“To our new Captain!”

#loki #loki x reader #loki imagines #marvel #Tom Hiddleson

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lokissceptres · 5 years

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Comfort me

Tom hiddleston x reader

Imagine that you’ve been in a relationship with Tom for quite some time now, and you’ve both come to discover that everytime you’re upset or stressed Tom speaking french to you seems to calm you down. Something about the way the words roll off his tongue acts like a calming agent to your troubled mind - you begin to understand why they call it the language of love.

Fluff version:

One day, Tom comes home to you crying under the covers of your bed. Tom immediately runs to you, filled with worry. After dismissing him because you’re too wrecked to talk, he begins whisper words of comfort and praise to you. Although you don’t quite understand him you still feel yourself beginning to calm, you cling to Tom, your tears drawing to a halt. In that moment you realise how lucky you are to have Tom as your partner and how much you appreciate him. Tom simply continues to comfort you, still worried sick.

Smut/NSFW version:

You come home to Tom after having the most stressful day of work. He greets you and upon noticing your troubled expression he brings you into a tight embrace. He suggests giving you a massage while reciting some of your favourite poetry in French. One he notices you’re relaxed his voice becomes husky and his ideas to help you destress change. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear and you soon catch on to his new plans.

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miss--river · 6 years

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this is an idea I have for a while. It's for tom, not Loki though. imagine Tom is excited to be apart of an animated film which the lead voice actress (reader) is his favorite. Reader is kind of famous not only because of her work but also the fact that she never attends any premiere, interview or any other public appearances. Tom is so curious about reader and then find out reader is extremely camera shy.

Title: Camera Shy A/N: Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader (Platonic) Warnings: None Word count: 492 Tom Hiddleston Taglist: @lilyrosebae @unfortunatelyymuggle @helayes @hiddlestylesbaby @constellationkat @lokislilcaribbeanprincess Everything Taglist: @blackirisposts @zombiewerewolfqueen @omgopalsapphire @imkindajustheretho @lokiiis @tbetz0341 @randomparanoid @his-paradox @1800-fight-me @machimaquiaveli @nardo94 @frostymoon11 @takenbymyfandoms @legendaryorochimaru-sama @dolphinpink310 @lokifromjotunheimr37 @v-2bucky @lokiloveforever @cholita-ironspider @nightcrawler0213 @a-kiddo-with-a-doggo @heart-of-words-and-books @demonkitkat @quitesmolcreature @leenalee @lckicdinscn @hakuoyuki @disneymarina @bookgirlunicorn @lady4marvel @midnightsinger @iconsumesoulsbecauseidonthaveone @toomuchtellyneck @chaziycus @m4df4n @servamp-addict @obsessedwithmarvelsstuff @everythingmarvelsherlockspn @jane-labban @thisismysecrethappyplace @queenly-queer @alexiamiky2003 @zoey-odinson-stark @whatsthewordcasy @lokilvrr @waking-electric @lokis-dottir @dsakita @voca-princess @kdottp @lady-of-lies @how-to-conquer-midgard If you want to be on a taglist you can add yourself here! Masterlist Wattpad | Deviantart | AO3 Feedback and/or reblogs are appreciated~

Working with Tom as a co-star has been a joy for you so far. He’s super sweet, funny, humble, charismatic all the time. You couldn’t ask for a better person to work with. It’s easy to see why he has so many adoring fans.

You can tell he’s excited to be working with you too. It flattered you he complimented your work and even did his own impressions of characters you’ve played before. That always made you laugh. Everything about him is delightful but, the one thing you didn’t like was when he’d try and take pictures with you. It’s not that you hate when people take your picture, you just get nervous when there’s a camera pointed at you. That’s why you never attended big events where you knew cameras would be. So, you kept making up excuses to get out of them and then laugh it off. It made you feel a little bad, but you couldn’t help it.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when you heard your name being called. Looking over, you saw Tom walking up to you with a smile.

“We’re taking a break for lunch. Would you like to get some coffee with me?”

“Sure! Coffee sounds nice!”

“I saw a place just a round the corner.” He said, offering you his arm. “You don’t mind walking, do you?”

“Not at all!” You took his arm and let him lead you out of the building.

When you got there, you both ordered what you wanted and chose a small table in the corner. For a bit, the conversation was lighthearted and you just talked about little things. Tom took this as a good opportunity to ask about something he’s been curious about.

“I hope you don’t mind my asking this but, why is it you never attend events and premiers for movies?”

“O-oh,” You started with a stutter. Tom noticed slight blush appearing on your cheeks. “W-well, I just get a bit uncomfortable when there’s lots of cameras on me. It’s the reason I only do voice work.”

Tom suddenly started to internally panic when he thought about all the times he tried to take pictures with you. “Oh! I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable!”

“No, no! Tom, it’s fine, really! It’s not like you knew and I wasn’t really planning on telling you. It’s kind of embarrassing.” You looked down at your cup, trying to hide your reddening cheeks.

“Embarrassing?” He asked.

“Yeah, a lot of people think it’s weird that I hate being in front of cameras even though I’m… famous.” It always felt weird calling yourself that. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe it.

“How did I not catch on sooner?” He asked with a chuckle. “Again, I’m sorry if I caused you to feel uncomfortable. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Tom, you’re so sweet. Thank you for understanding.” You smiled.

“Of course! Anything for my favorite voice actress!” He chuckled.

#Tom HIddleston #Tom Hiddleston x You #Tom Hiddleson x Reader #Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction #Anonymous

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