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#tom hiddleston fanfiction
muddyorbsblr · 8 months
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feels like mine pt1
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Summary: You wake up in a bed that isn't your own, living a life that seems to be pulled straight out of your wildest dreams
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: 18+ | mentions of death; slight gaslighting (?) [let me know if I missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: everything is not what it seems; twist at the end
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Your eyes squinted to adjust to the brightness of your bedroom awash with the morning sun. Looks like Mother Nature chose to be a little too chipper this morning and tried to blind you with its rays shining straight into your room.
You rose from your bed, your hands flopping on to the ultra soft comforter that sunk beneath the pressure.
Weird, you thought to yourself. I don't remember checking in to a hotel, and God knows my bed isn't this soft. You slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and alarm bells immediately ringing loud in your head when you looked down at the pristine white sheets.
"This isn't my bed," you said aloud, hopping down from the mattress and assessing your body, ensuring that you were free to move and your limbs weren't tied down in some capacity keeping you captive in what would have been a bizarrely cozy looking prison. You assessed your clothes next; mainly to see if you were even wearing any, your brows shooting to your hairline when your hands touched a lush satiny fabric covering your curves. "These aren't my clothes."
You rushed over to a mirror situated on a door that you assumed was a closet, your confusion growing by the second when you saw that the reflection looking back at you was…yourself. Exactly as you were last night before you went to bed, only clad in a navy blue nightie that looked like it cost over a week's pay. And wearing a ring that probably cost your soul.
The items on the nightstand by the side of the bed you'd woken up on raised even more questions. A black leather-bound journal with a gold 'H' pressed on the spine, a fountain pen, a laptop, a tablet, and a Kindle Oasis. An almost exact match to the items on the nightstand that you knew by heart, but each item was a more luxurious variant. For one, you wouldn't in your right mind ever buy yourself a Kindle Oasis. Or an S.T. Duponte fountain pen.
On the opposite nightstand were a stack of papers bound together with brass fasteners and a pair of reading glasses with a grade that moderately blurred your vision when you held it close to your eyes. You decided against looking at the contents of the book-bound papers in case there was anything confidential you weren't meant to glimpse in its contents.
You checked on the door next, seeing if it was locked from the outside. It wasn't.
You stepped out of the bedroom, assessing your surroundings to find any semblance of information that would tell you where you were and why you were here, only to grumble out of sheer frustration, "This isn't my apartment." To start with, apartments didn't have stairs. And your place didn't have nearly this much windows.
"Did I…shift?" Your voice softly echoed off the walls, staring in disbelief at the framed picture before you. Your hair and makeup impeccably done, a flower tiara delicately put in place at the top of your head, clad in a downright whimsical wedding dress and smiling brilliantly at the groom whose back was turned to the camera, your only hint at who he was being broad shoulders and brown slightly curly hair.
The unmistakable sound of vegetables being cut led you down the stairs and into the kitchen, desperately hoping it would lead you to who your mystery husband was and maybe start making some sense of this downright crazy predicament.
But catching a glimpse of the well over 6-foot lean frame dressed a white button-down shirt tucked into black dress pants that put a way too familiar butt on proud display had you itching to wake up because this was most definitely a concerningly vivid dream.
That is definitely not my husband.
No way on God's green Earth were you married to Tom Hiddleston. This just went from bizarre to downright impossible.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he greeted you in that low timbre that had your knees buckling, setting aside his task at hand and removing his apron before walking over to you.
"Hi…" you answered him, voice wavering. Before you could speak another word, he framed your face in his hands, thumbs softly running across your cheekbones, and then pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. "What're you--"
"We finished filming early," he answered, words murmured against your lips. "I caught an earlier flight so I could see you sooner. Oh I've missed you so much." He pressed his lips to yours again. "My darling wife."
Okay, I definitely shifted. This body you may have woken up in had your face, and probably your maiden name…but this wasn't your life. You were occupying space meant for someone else. Another Y/N.
"Tom, I think I have to--"
"Whatever it is can wait." He kissed you again, this time he pressed against you a little harder, your heart beating wildly in your chest when you felt a light, tentative lick to your bottom lip. "Just let me hold you a little while longer." He wrapped his arm around the small of your back, cradling your head with his other hand as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in contentment.
You knew you were seconds away from abandoning all your plans to try and get him to listen when he started pressing numerous open-mouthed kisses along your neck, your whole body growing weak when he started nipping and licking at the skin. "Please it's important. I don't think I'm supposed to be--"
The feel of him groaning into your skin made your knees give out, making him hold you tighter against him. He walked you backwards until your back pressed against the wall, your breathing labored as he kissed along the expanse of skin exposed to him by your negligee.
When his kisses started traveling south and he pressed his lips to the swell of your breast, you knew you had to get your words out before you gave in and let him have his way with you, however far that may be. "I'm not supposed to be here," you blurted out, pressing your palms to his shoulders and inwardly cursing at yourself for making him stop. "I know that I might sound like I'm not making any sense but…I think I shifted realities…? It's bizarre to me because I never actually succeeded until now but the point is--"
"Sweetheart, slow down." He began to rub his hands up and down your arms, calming you down some within seconds and once again making you question this reality. And how he knew what to do when you began to ramble and spiral in your own thoughts. "You say you're not supposed to be here. Where do you think you should be? Tell me what you know and perhaps I can help from there."
"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm a software engineer in the middle of a career shift. Last night I went to sleep in a one bedroom apartment in Anaheim. I was no one to you. At most a faceless name that sings your praises online. Definitely not…" You waved your hand in a sweeping gesture across your surroundings. "This," you finished, your breath hitching in the back of your throat when you caught sight of his expression, eyes shining with tears that were seconds away from falling down his cheeks.
"What a bleak life," he breathed out, pressing his lips to your forehead as he pulled you into an embrace. "I can't imagine having to live in a world where I didn't know you. Didn't love you." He kissed your temple. "Thank God it was just a dream."
"A dr--A dream?" you sputtered, confusion overcoming your thoughts. Surely it wasn't that simple. That easily explained. You could remember in vivid detail the code you worked on last night, the bumpy bus ride on the way back to your apartment. The last story you read written by your friends online before you finally laid your head on your pillow and succumbed to an exhausted slumber.
Something about Tom's character on The Hollow Crown and barn sex before he was to face off against the Dauphin of France.
"Yes, my love. Nothing but an awful vivid dream," he reassured you, soothing you with the low velvety tone of his voice, partnered with the kisses he was softly peppering all over your face before stopping at the corner of your mouth. "Your name is Y/N Hiddleston. We've been together for five years, and you gave me the unique honor of becoming your husband less than a year ago. You were a software engineer amidst a career change when I met you all those years ago, and you've come so far since then. You have amazed me at every turn, and it's been a privilege to witness all that you've done. And all that you will continue to do." He captured your lips in a tender kiss, making you melt into his arms as you crossed your hands behind his neck, allowing him to pull you closer. "You just need a few minutes to readjust after waking up. Everything will come back to you soon enough. And any details that don't return to you I'll happily fill those blanks in."
It was almost like the protests that remained in your mind got muffled at his assurances. He spoke about you with such conviction and fondness and love that it made it sound beyond reproach. All that remained was the faintest murmur of doubt that you quickly recognized as those few hours of disbelief you would go through after waking up from a particularly vivid dream, much like those ones you had back in college where you mourned the loss of your best friend and you internally panicked for hours until he walked into the classroom looking every bit as alive as he had the day before.
"Just a dream…" You tested the words on your tongue, the explanation steadily becoming more and more palatable than your initial theory of successfully shifting. Your eyes met Tom's again. "Sorry I…kinda freaked out back there--"
He pressed a delicate kiss to your lips to stop you. "There's no need for apologies, sweetheart. You were disoriented, and I'm grateful you confided in me that you were instead of holding it all in." He brushed the tip of his nose against yours, the gesture bringing a smile to your face and causing a small giggle to escape your lips. "How about you head back upstairs and get ready for the day, and I'll finish whipping up breakfast?"
"That…sounds like a good idea," you agreed, unable to keep the smile off your face even as he kissed you again. "I'll go take a shower and then…I'll be back down here in twenty minutes?"
Tom loosened his hold on you, hands smoothing down your sides before he took a step back so you could make your way up the stairs. Before you passed him, he took your hand in his to call your attention again, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to each of your knuckles. "I love you," he whispered against your skin.
"I love you, too," you said back, biting your lip as you gave him a smile before heading back up the stairs, your doubts calmed and your panic from earlier subsiding, allowing you to simply look around the house and appreciate the beauty and joy that your life granted you in stark contrast to last night's dream.
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Just as you stepped on to the top landing of the stairs, a flash of green glinted at the corner of Tom's eye, diverting his attention to the visitor in the kitchen.
"She is a perceptive one, your mortal," Loki mused, staring down at the ingredients on the cutting board. "A part of her recognizes that she is no longer within her universe. That part could linger…fester, even. Are you truly certain you wish to continue down this path? To risk her finding out the truth and resenting you from stealing her away from her life--"
"What's the alternative, then?" Tom snapped, gripping the countertop so hard his knuckles were going white, hot tears finally falling from his eyes. "Go on the rest of my days without my wife? Let her go back to a world where she said it herself, she's no one to me?"
Loki let out a sigh, taking a few steps towards the door to the patio, the tension and frustration evident in his stance. "She did not deserve the life she was designed for, on that I do agree. But it will take time for her to fully acclimate to this new universe, if you truly wish to keep her here. And you must accept that no matter what you do, she may never fully fill the space that your late wife left behind."
Tom's eyes burned with more tears, indignation and grief making his heart ache even worse at the memory of you -- that is, the you that he lost not even three days ago. "I know that," he said through gritted teeth. "What of the people who heard news of her passing? The people on set who saw me when I got the call? They're going to ask her questions when they see her alive and well. Questions she won't be able to answer."
The god simply waved a hand dismissively. "Simple memory spell. Their recollection of events will simply be altered wherein they recall you receiving a call and you needed to leave and halt production to ensure her safety, not see to her funeral. Her record at the hospital has been expunged. Any and all evidence that suggests that the Y/N Hiddleston of his universe is no longer with us has ceased to exist."
"Thank you," he choked out, walking up to the god and extending a hand.
"Of course. You deserved not the life you'd planned with your wife taken so violently." Loki took your husband's hand in a firm shake. "Now, I know it may not be my place to tell you what you should be doing at this moment. But from where I stand, you have just been reunited with your wife. If you're open to suggestions, I would recommend putting the apron down, going upstairs, and simply enjoying the life that has been returned to you. Breakfast can wait."
With those words, Loki disappeared in a flash of green right as Tom turned around and headed up the stairs in your direction, heeding the god's advice.
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A/N: Something tells me that when I told y'all there's a Centrum Ad Hiddles story coming your way, y'all probably didn't expect this…and to be honest I didn't think I was even gonna make a Centrum Ad Hiddles story, let alone one that took this direction. 😳👀 I hope you like it though, slightly dark twist and all 😅💖
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spicyhiddles · 8 months
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Wounded | Loki x Reader
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A/N: The reader checks on Loki in his chambers following a heated argument between Loki and Thor. Finding Loki shirtless and drenched in sweat, tears streaming down his cheeks, the reader tries to comfort him, tending to his wounds.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: Mild cursing, trauma, triggers
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You hear shouting from down the hall. You know instantly it is Thor and Loki. They argue almost every day, often wounding each other. You’ve gotten so accustomed to their daily squabbles that you’ve started to ignore them. But today, something is different. You hear a loud bang, then, nothing. Complete silence.
Worried, you rush out of your room, running down the hallway, almost tripping over the carpet more than once. You almost run full force into Thor, but manage to stop mere inches from him.
“Thor? What Happened? Where’s Loki?”. Your Voice is shaking as you speak between heavy breaths.
“I…” Thor looks down. He lowers his voice, so much that you can hardly make out what he’s saying.
“I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
You don’t wait for him to say another word. You push past him, ignoring his protests and pleas to let it be.
When you reach Loki’s room, you don’t even knock. You practically kick the door down, desperate to make sure Loki is okay. You freeze when you see him.
He is sitting hunched over on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, sweat dripping down his bare stomach. His eyes dart up suddenly to meet your gaze. Your heart breaks at the sight. Tears run down his cheeks. You can’t tell if they are from physical or emotional pain, or both.
“Loki…” Your voice is barely above a whisper. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes.
Loki looks down, taking a deep, shaky breath. He winces, drawing your attention to a large wound running across his chest, stretching from his collarbone to the base of his rib cage. It’s hardly bleeding, but the skin around the wound is almost purple. It looks almost as if it’s a burn. Then it hits you. It’s already begun to heal, but it is clearly an electrical burn. If he weren’t a god, he’d be dead.
“Damnit Thor,” you spit. You raise your voice, causing Loki to flinch.
You cautiously approach him, watching closely for any reaction from him. He watches you intensely. His expression is guarded, but he makes no attempt to move away from you.
“Loki. I’m so sorry.” Your voice is soft. Loki lifts his gaze to meet yours, surprised.
“Why are you apologizing. You didn’t do this.” He gestures to the wound on his chest. The sudden movement makes him wince.
You reach out to touch his shoulder, but pause when he leans slightly away from you. You lift your hand to cup his chin in it, gently turning his head so his gaze meets yours. You delicately stroke his cheek with your thumb, wiping a fresh tear away. You hold his gaze. He gives you a slight smile.
“Loki?” You lower your hand, holding it just inches from his wound. He flinches slightly, even though you haven’t touched it yet. You stand up.
“I’ll be right back. Promise.”
You walk into the bathroom, grabbing the softest washcloth you can find, and dampening it in cold water.
When you return to Loki’s room, you find him leaning back on the headboard, his head tipped back against the wall. His hand rests cupped protectively over his wounded chest. You sit quietly beside him.
“See? I told you I’d be right back.”
He lifts his head slightly to look at you.
“I didn’t doubt it Y/N. You’ve always been here when I need you. I’ve never had someone like that in my life before.” He smiles.
“Loki? Do you trust me?” You look intensely into his eyes. He laughs, causing him to cough. He winces.
“May I?” Your gaze falls onto his hand, which covers his wound. He follows your gaze.
He nods, moving his hand to rest on the bed beside him. You smile. You hold the washcloth just above the base of the wound, pausing to check his expression. His eyes are squeezed shut, anticipating the pain.
“Loki. Look at me please.” Your voice is soft and quiet.
Loki slowly opens his eyes, blinking at you. You lower the washcloth, mere centimeters from his wounded skin. He closes his eyes again. You gently stroke his cheek with the back of your free hand.
“Loki. It’s alright. I’ll be gentle. You know I will.” Brushing a stray curl behind his ear, you add, “I promise it won’t hurt.”
Loki relaxes, and you gently press the damp cloth to the base of the wound. Loki flinches, his whole upper body tensing. You remove the cloth from his skin.
“It doesn’t hurt does it?” You gently take his hand in yours. He shakes his head.
“No. Just…” he takes a deep breath, wincing as his chest rises. You squeeze his hand reassuringly.
“You don’t need to explain. I know.” You wait for him to relax completely before pressing the cloth to his skin again.
This time, Loki doesn’t flinch or tense up, but instead relaxes more and more as you gently press the cold, damp cloth to his skin, moving it slowly up the wound until you’ve covered the whole thing. You then slowly work your way back down the wound. Loki relaxes more and more every second. He lets out a content sigh.
“Thank you Y/N,” he breathes, “for taking care of me.” He looks up at you slowly with sleepy eyes. He smiles appreciatively.
You finish cleaning the wound, then toss the dirty cloth. You meet Loki’s gaze. There is something in his eyes you can’t quite place, something you’ve never seen in them before. He sits up, obviously feeling a lot better after the special treatment.
“Y/N…” He looks serious all of a sudden.
“Loki, what is it?” You cannot hide the worry in your voice.
He holds your gaze, taking a deep breath.
“It was about you.”
You swallow. You think you know what he’s referring too, but you need to be sure.
“What was about me?” Loki sighs.
“The argument between me and Thor. It was about you.”
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Next part coming soon…
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lindsey-laufeyson · 4 months
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Saying Goodbye
Tom Hiddleston x wife!reader oneshot
Your husband just finished filming season 2 of Loki, thus concluding his long journey as the God of Mischief, but as a stunt double for The Marvels, you’re stuck doing a reshoot on the night of the wrap party when all you want to do is be there for him.
Warnings: angst, fluff
A/N: After watching the Loki finale, as well as Tom’s interview on Jimmy Fallon, I guess I wrote this to process my own grief (and be a little self indulgent)…
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When you walked into the wrap party, you spotted your husband immediately, talking to Ke Huy Quan across the room by the bar. Tom’s dyed black curls were slightly disheveled and he was gesturing wildly with his hands, clearly very passionate about whatever the topic of conversation was. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched him, until you were pulled from your thoughts by a familiar voice.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Owen Wilson greeted you, pulling you in for a hug. “Glad you could make it!”
“And just in time, evidently,” you added as you pulled out of the hug. “Is he doing any better?”
Owen shook his head and sighed. “He’s not doing any worse, I can say that much.”
The two of you walked over to Tom and Ke, and you slid your arm around Tom’s slender waist. “Sorry to interrupt,” you told them both.
Tom’s eyes lit up when he saw you. “Darling! You made it!” he said excitedly, standing up from his seat at the bar and quickly giving you a hug and kiss before addressing the entire room. “Y/n Hiddleston, everybody!” he shouted, pointing at you as if you were the big surprise guest for the night. Everyone played along and cheered while you waved bashfully at them all before turning back to Tom.
“How are you doing, my love?” you asked him, concerned, as you cupped his face in your hand.
“I’m wonderful,” he assured you. “Why?”
You glanced at Owen apprehensively. “Owen said you were sort of… spiraling.”
“What?” Tom looked at Owen confused. “You said I was spiraling?”
“You’ve been spiraling a little,” Owen said quietly from behind you. You and Ke proceeded to watch the two men bicker back and forth.
“I think I’d know if I was spiraling.”
“I mean, it’s a subtle spiral, but a spiral all the same.”
“Is there even such a thing as a subtle spiral?
“So you’re admitting that it’s not subtle. Good!”
“No, I’m saying there was no spiral to begin with.”
“Oh my god! If either of you say the word spiral one more time, I’m going to start spiraling,” you shouted abruptly.
“I promise you, darling, I’m fine. Really.” Tom attempted to reassure you as he pulled you close to him. You looked over your shoulder at Owen briefly who held up his hands in defeat.
“Alright,” you conceded, before turning to Ke. “I’m so sorry, Ke! I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”
“It’s okay,” Ke said cheerfully. “Tom was just telling me about how I shouldn’t get too attached to anything because everything ends eventually.” You and Owen both gave Tom a look.
Tom chuckled nervously and then clapped his hands together. “Shots anyone?” he asked, as he turned to the bartender. “Another round of Loki shots, please! And add one more for my beautiful wife!”
“No need,” Owen called after the bartender. “She can just have mine!”
“Oh no, I’m good. I’m driving,” you chimed in, shooting a glare at Owen.
“That’s fine. I’ll just have both of theirs,” Tom said nonchalantly.
You quickly stepped between Tom and the bar. “Hey, maybe we should forget the shots and have a little fun of our own at home.” You gave him a playful wink, hoping to distract him.
“But you just got here,” he protested. “Please, let’s stay for a while and celebrate the end!”
The way he said ‘celebrate the end’ sounded excited and happy, but you could tell it was forced. Still, it was his night tonight (though he would never accept it if you told him that), and you didn’t want to be the one to spoil it, so you obliged.
You, Tom, Owen, and the rest of the ‘Loki’ cast and crew spent the next couple of hours laughing, dancing, and sharing stories (most of which ended up being about Tom), and it seemed like maybe Tom was handling things better than you had originally thought. There was a moment when he reprised his rendition of ‘Very Full’ from the first season of the show, and you thought for a moment, during the slower part of the song, that he was finally letting his feelings to the surface, but as the song picked up again, so did his demeanor. It wasn’t until people started to say their goodbyes for the night, that you really began to see his happy exterior fade.
“I think it’s time to call it, boss,” Owen said to Tom as the last few cast members departed, leaving only the three of you along with a couple of closing staff in the venue rented out for the night’s festivities.
“I suppose so,” Tom agreed with a sad smile.
“We’re still on for lunch before your flight leaves tomorrow, right?” you asked Owen as he hugged you and Tom goodbye.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replied. And with that he left.
You then turned to your husband and held out your hand. “Come on, love. Let’s get you home.”
The two of you spent the car ride reliving the fun of the party, and were laughing as you walked in the front door of the house. As you set your purse down on the buffet in the foyer, Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled into your neck.
“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.
You placed your hands over his and swayed back and forth. “Of course, baby. But I want to ask you one more time…” You turned around to face him, putting one hand on his shoulder and the other gently cupped his face. “Are you alright? Because it’s perfectly okay to not be okay right now. You just closed a huge chapter of your life and no one expects you to just take it on the chin.”
As you said this, Tom’s eyes slowly welled up with tears as he finally let go of the mask he’d so tirelessly upheld all night. “I’ve said goodbye to Loki before, and I thought I could do it again” he began, his voice cracking slightly. “But it’s only that much harder now. He changed my life. He’s become such a deeply rooted part of me over the last 13 years. How am I expected to just move on from that?”
A tear fell down his cheek and you brushed it away with your thumb. “No one expects you to, sweetheart,” you replied in a soft, comforting tone. “You’re allowed to grieve.”
Tom squeezed his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall as he hugged you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You held him there for a moment, stroking his hair while he quietly cried.
“But, Tom,” you continued, taking his face in both hands, lifting his head, and looking deep in his eyes. “Even if Loki’s on-screen journey is over, it doesn’t mean he’s gone. You said it yourself that he’s a part of you. Even if Kevin Feige never calls you up again— which, let’s be honest, is never out of the question at this point—” He let out a small chuckle. “As long as you’re around, so is he, and that’s because you put your heart and soul into that character, much like everything else that you do. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”
Tom smiled at you through his tears before leaning down to kiss you tenderly. When your lips finally parted he leaned his forehead against yours and sighed. “Thank you, love,” he whispered.
“No, thank you Tom,” you replied, tears forming in your own eyes now. “Thank you for giving us Loki.”
One year later:
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holdmytesseract · 5 months
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Could you please do tom x reader where they are friends to lovers? Maybe the pretend boyfriend that turns real? Smutty and fluffy?
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Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader
Summary: Tom asks you to accompany him to Ben's birthday party. On the way there, you get stuck in traffic. A misunderstanding reveals long harboured feelings and things come how they had to come...
Warnings: mutual pining, thirst, fluff, jelousy? a misunderstanding, smuttish/suggestive stuff
Word Count: 3,1k
a/n: You guys wanted it and I am a woman of my words, so... Here it is! 🫡
I hope you like what I wrote for you @huntress-artemiss . 🥰 And I hope that everybody else enjoys it of course, too!
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You heard the familiar 'ding' sound of your phone; announcing the arrival of a new message. With a hairpin pinned between your teeth and one hand in your hair, you quickly scooted over to your little make-up table, on which you had left your phone. Tapping on the screen, you immediately saw the message popping up.
'I'm here, darling. Are you ready? x'
You smiled, fixated your hair and quickly unlocked your phone; texting back.
'Almost. :) Gimme five mins, Tommy. x'
Not wasting any time, you applied some decent make-up, gave yourself a once over in the full-length mirror, grabbed the things you'd need and made your way towards the main door of your small, cosy house.
You had promised Tom - your best friend since you were teenagers, to accompany him to the birthday party of Ben. He didn't want to go alone - and you couldn't say no, of course. You never could say no when it came to Tom. Never. You'd anything for him. He was one of the most important people in your life. He was your sunshine on a rainy day. Your lighthouse in the raging storms. A safe haven to which you could always return.
A lot of people told you that this friendship wasn't going to last. After all, Tom was an actor. A famous actor. And you were just... you. But you proved them all wrong. The friendship lasted; survived every sharp turn, bump and crash on the way. A deep bond was formed; stronger than everything you ever experienced - and yet you were just best friends. Sure there had been opportunities to take this friendship to another level and turn it into something more, but neither of you took the opportunity.
You couldn't deny, though, that you had developed strong feelings for the handsome Brit over the years. Romantic feelings. How could somebody not fall for a man like Tom? He was a charming, kind, funny, talented, handsome gentleman with a heart of pure gold. You didn't dare to confess your feelings, because you didn't want to lose your best friend. Better have him as a best friend in your life than not at all, right?
So, the years flew by. Boyfriends came and boyfriends went. Just like with Tom. It was a heart wrenching pain whenever you met Tom's new girlfriend - and you hated it, but what were you supposed to do? All you wanted for him was happiness; but neither of you seemed to find happiness - at least when it came down to romantic relationships...
Another 'ding' of your mobile ripped you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head softly and trying to focus again; you opened the door and stepped out - only to almost stumble back inside.
A soft, cool breeze brushed past you; swirling your beige dress around your knees. The smell of rain hit your nose and some dark clouds hung in the sky; shielded the sun from shining down on you.
That wasn't what took your breath away, though. It was Tom, who stood not far away from you. Just a few meters; legs crossed, leaning casually against his black Jaguar with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit trousers.
Speaking of trousers... He was wearing a dark blue suit. Black dress shoes shone against the wet pavement; suit trousers hugging his long legs and hips snugly - held together by a black leather belt. The matching dark blue shirt wasn't any less tight; tailored perfectly for his lean yet strong upper body and forcing the small buttons to hold on for dear life. A tie and suit jacket in the exact same colour completed his look.
You swallowed a thick lump; had a hard time to control yourself and the rapidly beating heart within your chest. Luckily, Tom wasn't looking your way and didn't notice your distress. His gaze was directed to the street as he watched the cars drive by. The position showed off his ridiculously beautiful face; sharp jawline, high cheekbones - peppered with soft and fuzzy looking facial hair of his three-day beard. Tom's wild, blonde-brown curls had gotten so long; a hairsbreadth away from touching his broad shoulders. He looked like a prince, straight out of a fairytale book; combined with the perfect image of a photo shoot.
You bit your lip painfully hard; trying desperately to suppress the moan which threatened to slip past your lips.
It was insanely hot - and Tom didn't even notice the impact this had on you.
"Hey, Tommy," you finally greeted him; attracting his attention. Sure, you could've stared longer and admire the fine man he was, but you didn't want him to accidentally look and notice...
His head whipped around towards you; baby blues meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Hello, darling." A smile spread across his face, as he made his way over to you; giving you a hug. The hugs he gave his other friends didn't last quite as long as the hugs he gave you... You just didn't notice.
"Are you ready?" You nodded; smiling. "I was born ready. You should know that by now." You loved to tease him from time to time. Tom just chuckled; shaking his head. "I won't start now to recount the times you weren't ready. Let's go." You just giggled and followed your best friend to the car.
Being the gentleman the Brit was, he held the door open for you to sit inside his Jaguar. Once you were both seated, Tom started the engine and drove off towards the party.
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Unfortunately, was the traffic on this fine Friday evening very bad; causing the both of you to get stuck. Like... Really stuck. Everything stood still. The little highway you were driving on was closed.
"Ugh, great... Now we'll be surely late to the party..." Tom gave you an apologetic look. "Apologies, Y/N/N... I should've taken the other route when I had the chance. Now it's too late... Can you text Ben?" He asked you, handing you his phone; gaze fixated on the cars in front of him. You shook your head, "No need to apologise, Tommy. You couldn't know. But yeah, I'm gonna text him." and unlocked Tom's phone as if it was your own. Not that you knew each other's password by heart... "Thank you, darling."
You tapped on WhatsApp, searched Ben's contact and entered the chat. Of course you tried hard to not read the last messages he received and sent to give your best friend some privacy, but when your eyes caught a glimpse of a text just above the text box you were writing your text in, you couldn't help but to look. You knew it was wrong, but before you were able to stop yourself, it was already too late and your gaze wandered...
Ben: So... You're gonna take her finally home then, right??
Tom: What, I- Ben stop that. I... I can't just do that. I don't think she'd want that... Me...
Ben: Friend... Are you kidding me? It's obvious she wants you.
Tom: You, uh, think so?
Ben: Know so. Shoot your shot, man, before it's too late...
You didn't have to read more. Swallowing hard, you stared at the messages for a moment. You knew exactly who Tom and Ben were obviously talking about... Chloe. A woman Tom had met on set a few months back. She was - well, is one of the costume designers and therefore saw Tom quite often. Someday, they started to talk during a break and well... According to Tom the sparks had been flying. He had told his best friend everything, of course - while you wished he hadn't. You tried to be happy for him - like you always did when he met a new woman, but... As much as you tried, your head never could win the battle against your heart. It was an undefeatable opponent. A invulnerable fortress.
You never met Chloe - and yet you despised her wholeheartedly. It wasn't fair, of course, but love had turned you into a monster.
"Y/N? Hey, Y/N/N."
You flinched and snapped out of your thoughts as Tom's soft velvet voice urged to your ears. "Is everything alright?" You blinked, nodded, "Yeah, sure. Sorry, I, uh, just drifted off." and sent the text. Giving him a fake smile, you exited the app and handed him his phone back. "Are you sure?" "Yep. Everything's good, Tommy."
You hated to lie to him, but you couldn't just tell him the truth now, could you?
'Hey, Tommy, I'm sorry but I spied on your texts and saw that one message, saying that you are going to obviously shag that bitch Chloe and now I'm kinda jealous, because it should be me instead!'
Nope, certainly not. But you also couldn't shake that thought of. It occupied you. A lot. Your brain thought about it non-stop; causing your heart to crack and shatter even more with every passing minute. You could not stand the thought of another woman in Tom's life. In his home. His bed. His heart.
You tried your best to put on a brave face, but your best friend wasn't blind. Neither stupid. He knew you better than you probably knew yourself...
At first the Brit didn't say anything. Given the fact that you clearly told and signalled him that you didn't wish to talk. But at some point, an undeniable, unpleasant tension started to built up between you both. Almost like an imaginary wall... It felt like every untold word, every unspoken feeling had pent up over the last weeks, months - years and were now about to culminate in the middle of an upcoming rain storm. Right here, right now; while being stuck in traffic.
Tom just couldn't take it any longer. He needed to know what had turned everything upside down all of a sudden. Why everything felt so wrong at this very moment.
"Y/N?" He asked you carefully once again. "I know you said everything is okay - and I feel that you clearly don't wish to speak to me, but-" "No, really, Tom. It's all good," you interrupted him once more; giving him another fake smile - and you could tell at the look of his face, that he had seen immediately through that fake smile. But before he was able to say something, you intervened; only digging the gaping hole in your heart deeper.
"Did you go on a date with Chloe?"
Tom frowned; was clearly confused of the sudden change of topic. "Y-Yes, but-" "Great. How did it go?" "Um, great, I-I guess, but why are you-" "Good. That's good. I'm happy for you Tom." You swallowed hard; feeling your heart scream in pain - but no matter how hard it hurt you, you just had to know what happened between them. You wanted to spare yourself the double gut punch. Might as well feel all the pain at once.
"But, Y/N... Why-" You chose not to leave him any space to question you and just get over with it. "Did you kiss her?" "W-What?" "Touch her?" "T-Touch her? Why would I-" "Sleep with her?" "I-" "Was she at least good in bed?" You kept on bombarding your best friend with questions. "Y/N-" "Was she, huh?" "Y/N, I-" "Did she made you cu-"
"Y/N!"
Tom suddenly exploded; screamed out your name and slamming his hands on the steering wheel of the Jag. He clearly had heard enough; couldn't listen to this any longer.
You went silent; didn't even dare to breathe for a second.
"I didn't sleep with her! I didn't touch her! Goddammit, I didn't even kiss her! Nothing happened between us! Nothing!" The Brit took a deep breath; trying to calm himself down again. You just stared at him; mouth closed shut.
"Yes, we met. Yes, it was great. But I wouldn't even call it a date. We talked and drank a glass of wine. Nothing more." You swallowed hard. "B-But, I-I thought you and Chloe were-" "A thing? No. We're not, Y/N." You blinked; were quite stunned at the sudden turnout of this situation - and once more was your mouth quicker to speak than your brain was able to think and so it came how it had to come...
"About who did you and Ben talk about then in your chat, if not Chloe?"
It slipped past your lips - and you immediately regretted it; afraid of Tom's reaction.
Tom's eyes widened to the size of plates; hands twitching to grip the steering wheel tight, while his cheeks turned beet red. The Brit had not thought about this conversation he had with his his friend - and now you knew.
"Shit, Tom, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to spy on your chats, I-I just saw it a-and was wondering about who-"
"You."
You blinked once more. "W-What?"
Tom turned to face you again; oceanic blue eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones.
Now or never, Tom thought.
"You, Y/N. We were talking about you."
You could've sworn that your heart skipped more than just one beat at his words. "M-Me?" You squeaked out; pointing at yourself. "Me?" "Yes. You. And the party today." Your eyes widened; jaw slacking in disbelief. "Y-You wanted to... Me?" Tom nodded; smiling nervously. "I always just wanted you, darling. No other woman on this earth is able to compare to you. My heart fell for you a long time ago. It belongs to you. Always has. Always will. I was just too afraid to tell-" Before he was able to finish his sentence, you had pulled him closer by the lapels of his stupidly sexy suit jacket and literally slammed your lips on his.
Tom was definitely shocked and overwhelmed at first, but he immediately relaxed; sighed in the kiss and pulled you as close as somehow possible with the car interior being quite a bit in the way.
All suppressed feelings and emotions finally broke free and melted into that very kiss. It felt like getting hit by an 18-wheeler truck and floating through heaven at the same time. It was a beautiful, chaotic mess, which the both of you enjoyed every second of - and tempted you to indulge into kiss after kiss after kiss.
You felt how your heartbeat quickened at the feeling of love and desire for the man beside you, as they were finally able to flood your body; veins pulsating with a dangerous mixture of endorphins and oxytocin - and Tom's musky smell, combined with the fruity blood orange and leather touch of his perfume didn't help at all. It made everything worse, without a doubt. Resisting Tom had been always difficult - but now that the chains were broken, it was impossible. And why should you stop yourself? There was no holding back anymore. The cards laid on the table.
You pushed Tom back into the driver seat; catching him by surprise. Your hand started to play with his tie; quickly undoing it. Tom's eyes watched your fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt; steadily wandering lower as he was swallowing hard. "Darling, w-what... what are you- Woah!" Tom had clearly anticipated that your hand would land at a place where he had often imagined it to be late at night, when he was all alone at home. But it didn't. You gave his belt a soft tug, but then moved your hand over his thigh and down to where the lever was, which allowed his seat to slide back; bringing even more space between him and the steering wheel.
Another thing the Brit hadn't seen coming - just like the next move you made.
Within the blink of an eye, you had slipped out of your high heels and elegantly swung yourself over; sitting on your former best friend's lap. It caused your dress to ride up your thighs - and Tom's eyes to widen. He literally froze in place; realising in which position you just brought yourself and him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, tugging at his suit jacket; trying to get him to shrug it off - what he did. "Y/N, w-what are you doing?" Tom knew of course very well what you were doing, but he needed to hear it. "What does it look like? I'm, uh, saving the car and riding you instead."
Tom's eyes almost popped out of his head at your bold words. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that it stirred something deep inside him. And his dress pants.
"Darling, I-I don't know if we should do this here, I-" You raised a playful eyebrow at him.
"Oh, Tommy please... Don't be so shy now. You can't tell me that you never imagined doing this..." You leaned in closer; whispering into his ear: "Me. On top of you." The Brit couldn't help the moan which slipped past his lips. "I-I did, I-," he panted out; feeling one of your hands opening his belt; metal clinking. "See? Besides, the windows are tinted. Nobody's going to see this. Plus, we are stuck anyway, so... What are you waiting for?" You asked in a hushed voice; tracing your lips down his pulse point. "Touch me."
Another breathy moan escaped Tom's lips; big hands flying up to grab your bare thighs and working on slipping your dress even higher up your hips. His warm, slightly sweaty palms sent a shiver down your spine; nerve ends sizzling with desire.
"I-I've wanted this for so long, now, darling." Tom whispered; pressing his forehead against yours. "And now that I can finally have it - you... It's so surreal and- Oh fuck..." Tom's hands started to tremble; eyebrows slanting and mouth forming into a perfect 'o' as you lowered yourself on him. Only your lips messily entangling themselves with his seemed to bring him out of his haze.
"I love you, Tommy. I love you. I always have," you whimpered; body jolting with love and pleasure. His soft beard scratched the skin of your cheek, as he buried his head in the crook of your neck; lips marking you as his.
"I love you, too, darling. With all my heart. I'm yours." He lifted his head once more; glassy blue eyes gazing deeply into your soul. "Now let me love you. Let me make love to you." You smiled deliriously and raked your fingers through his long, blonde-brown curls. "I beg you to, Tommy."
And when he started to move, the world around you faded. All you could think and feel was Tom.
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Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
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✑ A Love of His Own by 4everdramaqueen • 〔A᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Loki saves you from President Loki and then falls for you."
✑ Awful Things by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Fresh off the interrogation, Loki is emboldened to make a move."
✑ Back in Your Arms by sserpente • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Imagine [working for] the T.V.A. [after wreaking] havoc across the sacred timeline in a desperate attempt to bring Loki, your husband, back to life. When the T.V.A. captures [his Variant], all the pain and grief... finally makes way for relief and [unconditional love]. [However] when you finally meet again... he doesn't know who you are..."
✑ Control by munsons-maiden • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki loves to be in control, but it looks like the trickster has just as much fun when you take it."
✑ Enjoy the Little Things by starks-hero • 〔A᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Whilst stranded on Lamentis and attempting to reach the ark, the weight of the situation begins to set in on you. Loki decides to comfort you with a little magic."
✑ Escaping the T.V.A. by anonymousfiction211 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki escapes and ends up alone in the room where Mobius showed him the clips of his life. He finds a tape with [your] name on it, his former best friend and love-interest. Curiosity got the better of him and he decides to play the tape, which lead to something even Loki hadn't forseen."
✑ He's Me She's Mine by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Loki gets jealous... Of himself...
✑ Love that Could Have Been by aurora-star-wars • 〔A〕 •
Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train
✑ My King│Prt. II by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "He Who Remains tempts Loki with a throne, with Asgard, with you… How long will paradise last before it starts crumbling?"
✑ Nothing Gold by beyondspaceandstars • 〔F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Loki thought you were gone forever but suddenly there you were. In the TVA library and you didn't recognize him."
✑ See You in Another Lifetime by munsons-maiden • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
Summary: "Loki is forced to watch his life play out on the T.V.A. screen —and his future catches up with him."
✑ Special Care by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F〕 •
Synopsis: "After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that."
✑ Through the Whole Universe by wewritesoyoucanenjoy • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You're] new to the T.V.A., and Mobius leaves [you] in charge of Loki."
✑ Timeless by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives."
✑ To the Daisy by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "[You're] a librarian working for the T.V.A. and [you] can't help but take a liking to Loki, the newest threat to the Sacred Timeline. The two [of you] bond over poetry and well, things might just take off..."
✑ Yggdrasil by smolvenger • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Your husband, the god of mischief, has made the ultimate sacrifice for his friends, and the world...he lives, but now he is alone...that is until you choose to join him in his solitude and make a life there."
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✑ A Sleepy God by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •
✑ Absolutely Not by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •
✑ All it Took was a Timepad by x-childish-x • 〔F〕 •
✑ Always by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •
✑ Archived by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
✑ Arrogant by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔E᜶F〕 •
✑ Comfort by randomfandomimagines • 〔C〕 •
✑ Goodbye by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Honeymoon, the by smolvenger • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Kid, the by dyns33 • 〔A᜶C〕 • 𑁍 •
✑ Last Minutes by laufeyamp • 〔A᜶C〕 •
✑ Loki's Theory by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •
✑ Mischief Wrath by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ My Loki by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Nexus by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •
✑ Pie Thief by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Pulled from the Timeline by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •
✑ Revelations by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔F᜶A〕 •
✑ Warm by munsons-maiden • 〔F〕 •
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✑ Loki Falling for Mobius' Daughter… by bakugousaysdie • 〔F〕 •
✑ Loki Falling for You, a TVA Agent… by oswildin • 〔F〕 •
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See Also: Navigation || Loki Odinson Master Index
Authors: @4everdramaqueen || @anonymousfiction211 || @aurora-starwars || @bakugousaysdie || @beyondspaceandstars || @dyns33 || @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds || @fluffyfantasticducky || @gone-to-fight-the-fairies || @laufeyamp || @lokisgoodgirl || @muddyorbsblr || @munsons-maiden || @oswildin || @randomfandomimagine || @smolvenger || @spilledkauffie || @sserpente || @starks-hero || @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction || @wewritesoyoucanenjoy || @wheredafandomat || @writings-of-a-british-fangirl || @x-childish-x || @yetanotherhiddlestoner ||
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Tom Hiddleston Characters: How They Would Propose (To You)
(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)
Characters in this list: Will Ransome, King Henry V, Prince Loki Odinson, Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim, Bill Hazeldine, Coriolanus, Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, James Conrad, and Jaguar Villain! Tom Hiddleston.
Also, my sincerest apologies - they all turned into mini-fics.
Will Ransome from The Essex Serpent
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Reverend Will would propose to you after a Sunday roast dinner, after your family invited him to your home. You were helping to clear the table with the rest of the ladies in your family when Will coughed to announce his presence. At once, everyone cleared the dining room, leaving you alone with the vicar.
"A word please?" He politely called you by name, his hands clasped in front of him. Will sat you down in one of the empty chairs. Gods how he wanted to reach out and tuck one of your stray hairs behind your ear in that very moment, one of the intimate things that he longed to do with you. Intimate things that would be proper in the eyes of God if you were his lawfully wedded wife. He did not sit down, and gently began talking to you. "For some time, I have been charmed by you. Not just your looks, that is not to say that you are not a lovely woman. You are most lovely, but I have also been charmed by your kindness, your humility, and your…virtue."
Will knelt before you, looking up with the most earnest gaze. "If you will bestow upon me the fortune of being your husband, then in return I shall do everything to keep you safe and comfortable.  I shall speak to your father, and we will be wedded in holy matrimony. You and I shall walk together upon this path of life, and I have no doubt that a virtuous woman like you will aid me in carrying out what the Lord decrees of us. My sweetest, please say that you will marry me."
Henry V from The Hollow Crown
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With Henry, there was not much of a proposal to begin with. The marriage between you and the King of England was arranged by your father and his men, along with the king and his men. Still, Henry coaxed your father into having at least one private audience with you before the wedding ceremonies, so that he may properly court you as any suitor would. 
'My dearest lady," Henry began as soon as he was alone with you in his study while your father and his men stood vigil outside. "Lower thy veil, and let me behold your face." He reached forward and removed the hood of your cloak, smiling as he beheld your beauty for the first time. "Cheeks rosier than the flowers that bloom in springtime. Your lips and eyes are so enticing, they call to me like sirens. Yours is a face that I shall never tire of seeing.
I confess to you, my lady, that words are not my greatest strength. Were it so easy that I could simply strap on armor or fire an arrow into a target or vault into my saddle for a wife, I should quickly vault for a wife. Alas, tis not so. For a woman's heart is truly one of the most difficult conquests to embark upon. Nevertheless, tis a conquest that I shall duly pursue if you can deign to love me.
If you can love such a man as me, someone whose words are not their strongest suit and someone whose fidelity to you is true, then take me. Take a soldier, and in taking a soldier, you will take a king." Henry knelt before you and offered you his hand. "Sweetest of all maidens, canst thou love me?"
Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard
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"I have called you to discuss a matter of great importance, my lady." Loki enunciated the formal title at the end in an attempt to conceal the butterflies in his stomach. He summoned you to the palace gardens at the house before twilight, when the sky would be decorated with streaks of orange and pink. You walked alongside him through the bushes and the groves of flowers. Loki clasped his hands behind her back, walking as if he ruled every inch of earth on which he stepped. 
He continued, "Yes, tis true that Thor, my brother, is the one whom my father has decreed to ascend the throne of Asgard," The younger prince of Asgard looked forward with a solemn expression while you listened with intrigue. "But he is incompetent." Loki turned to you. "He is idiotic and brash. You know as well as I do that he does not encompass the values of a king.
"Was he not the one who wished to invade Jotunheim alone, my prince?" You stopped in your tracks, just as the sun began setting into the horizon behind you.
"Yes, he was. It was all his idea, my lady." Loki did not bother to include his role in instigating Thor, it would not help him in this moment whatsoever. If he delayed this moment any further, he was convinced the words would be stuck in his throat, forever unable to escape. "You are one of the few people with whom I can share these thoughts, my lady." He sighed, his gaze fixated upon you and your beauty. "It is why I have called you here. In the coming future, I will need to protect Asgard from my brother's foolishness. And for that I should like to have a worthy companion by my side."
Loki conjured a shining dagger with a gold hilt out of thin air and promptly fell to one knee before you. The hilt of the dagger was engraved with the words, 'Min hærr, duonningen av mitt hjerte' (My beloved, Queen of my heart) Still on bended knee, Loki looked up at you with an expression of innocence that you never knew existed within him - wide eyes, baited breath, a meek expression. As if all his life were being wagered on a single thing right now. 
"I wish to make you my wife," Loki declared, his lips trembling. "Should you accept, I will bring my proposal to your family, and then we will be wed with due ceremony. And if you decide otherwise, then I shall…" he swallowed, "I shall respect your choice."
Loki of Asgard and Jotunheim from the Marvel Cinematic Universe
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"This looks like something stolen from the Graham Norton Show." You raised an eyebrow when Loki handed you an orange and purple card.
"It's a scavenger hunt." Loki said with a twinkle in his eye. "Every clue leads you to the next one."
"I know how a scavenger hunt works, Loki." You rolled your eyes and flipped over the card. "Was this your idea, or is this some ridiculous team-bonding activity put together by Steve Rogers?"
"No. You see,…I have some errands to do, but at the same time, I have an obligatory excursion with the Lady Valkyrie."
You crossed your arms. "So why the scavenger hunt?"
Loki brightly answered. "Well, it makes the errands all the more fun!"
"Alright, but you owe me, Loki." 
"Good girl." The God of Mischief kissed you not the cheek and disappeared into thin air.
You glanced down and saw that the first card, which told you to pick up six cupcakes ordered under Loki's name. The cupcakes were from a specific café….that just so happened to be the place where you and Loki had your first date, which was set up by a far-too-enthusiastic Thor. The moment you got there, a waiter brought you a "complimentary" cupcake of your favorite flavor…along with another orange and purple card. 
The second card took you to the library, on the pretext of picking up a book that was on hold for Loki. There, the librarian handed you the book - Divine Comedy by Dante - and another book that you recognized. It was Pride and Prejudice, one of the first pieces of "Midgardian literature" that you introduced to Loki, a book that you were all too happy to fangirl over. But inside the book was - yes- another orange and purple card. 
The third card sent you to pick up Loki's dry-cleaning. (Really, Loki? Dry cleaning?) At the dry-cleaners, the person at the register handed you a transparent garment bag containing a black tuxedo with a ruffled white shirt. And then you were given a second garment bag with an emerald green gown embellished with diamonds. You couldn't help but stare a few moments at the pretty, expensive-looking gown. Before the person at the register could hand you another card, you made a mental note to ask Loki about the gown and whom it was for. You guessed it was probably for himself for the times he was feeling fabulous. Actually, Loki also liked to wear absolutely nothing when he was feeling his most fabulous…but that didn't matter right now.
The fourth card took you to the park where Loki confessed his love for you for the first time, on the pretext of picking up Loki's forgotten jacket and buying a bouquet of white flowers.
The fifth card took you across the city just to get a particular bottle of liquor that Loki had liked. Okay, now this guy was having a little too much fun with you right now. 
You were relieved when the sixth card, given to you by the liquor store clerk, led you back to the Avengers compound, to the same room where you began this entire scavenger hunt. You huffed a little, setting the box of cupcakes, the books, the two garment bags, Loki's jacket, the flowers, and liquor gently on a table. "Loki? Loki, where are you?"
Loki stood in the middle of the Avengers' common room, wearing polished gold armor over a black and green leather tunic with long, dark trousers. His hair was combed perfectly in place, and his hands clasped behind his back. He stood surrounded by a few candles and fairy lights hanging against the curtains.
"Okay, I need answers…" You sighed, already tired from running around all afternoon. "Loki, I got your things, just tell me what the gown is for and the…the liquor and the…Are you throwing a party or something?"
"I'm getting married."
"What?!" You gulped, reaching for the nearest couch. "I…what? You're getting married, why didn't you tell me? And…" You felt your head start to spin, preparing yourself for the worst. Whatever happened to all the times he said he loved you? Was he just using you to put together some kind of romantic gesture for someone else, just a tool?! Perhaps this is what you get for letting the God of Mischief into your life. Betrayal. "Well, I hope they make you happy, Loki." You relented, putting your head in your hands.
"She does." 
"Good." You murmured, trying your best not to cry in this moment. That was the last thing you wanted him to see. "Is that gown for her too?"
"Hm-hm. Of course, it'll probably end up on the floor after the engagement party, hehe."
"Loki, I am in no mood for your jokes right now." After a few moments, you looked up. 
"Come on,…have a sense of humor."
"NO!" You yelled, getting up from the couch. "No, I will not have a sense of humor right now! You used me! You used me, and lied to me. You told me to do all of these errands, like picking up dry cleaning, and buying liquor, without telling me that you were going to propose to someone else! You could have at least told me, just so I'd have some kind of closure. But no, you couldn't even think to do that. You told me it was a scavenger hunt, like I wasn't worth knowing the truth.
I...I did this because I care about you, Loki! I care about you like some kind of idiot who actually thought that you might like me the same way that I liked you. That right there, making me like you might just be the worst thing you have ever done me." You took a moment to breathe, and ran your hands through your hair. 
"Ugh…And you made me even pick up her engagement dress! What kind of person makes someone do that?!" You couldn't even think about the words you were spitting out, too busy with the hot tears clouding your vision. 
"The kind of person who knows how good it'll look when you wear it."
"What?!" You were taken aback all of a sudden. 
Loki approached you with a hint of nervousness. "Darling, you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I know I'm not easy to be with, that I drive you mad sometimes, and I make you put up with a lot. I...I should've practiced this more." He laughed under his breath. "Why didn't I?" Blinking, he pushed his hair back before continuing. 
"What I'm trying to say is,...my life has never been the same since I met you. You're the most steadfast ally, a wonderful friend, and best of all, you are the most passionate and loyal person I have ever known. I could never imagine my life without you, and I never want to. That's how much I love you."
The God of Mischief fell to one knee, and held up a small emerald ring with a gold band.
"Will you marry me?"
Bil Hazeldine from Suburban Shootout
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"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise, sweetheart." Bill pulled his father's car into a driveway, and took your hand. "Just close your eyes, alright?"
"Alright…" After a few steps, you could hear Bill opening a door and the sound of a shopkeeper's bell, along with the muted conversations of various patrons. The scents of vanilla and grease reached you almost immediately. 
Bill held you close and whispered that you could open your eyes now.
When you opened your eyes, you laughed a little. "We haven't been here in a while…"
"You remember it?"
"How could I ever forget?" You kissed him on the cheek, and let him find a table for you. 
Bill's proposal began with him taking you to the milkshake diner where the two of you had your first date. After a bit of small talk over a banana split, Bill not-so-discretely excused himself. While you sat at the table with your spoon and checked your phone, Bill made his way to the jukebox with his hands in his jeans' pockets, feeling the small box inside. He'd almost thought about wearing a suit for this occasion, but his mum said it would make you suspicious. And his father suggested hiding the ring inside your ice cream to be more romantic , but Bill was terrified by the idea of you accidentally choking. Yes, keeping the ring with him was a better idea.
Bill took a deep breath and slipped a coin into the jukebox, flipping through the various tracks to find one of the songs you enjoyed. When he found one, he pressed play and called your name. Bill extended his hand out, offering to dance with you. He twirled you, and the two of you swayed in time with the music, smiling all the while. At the end of the song, Bill proudly kissed you on the lips.
He gently said your name, and pushed a bit of hair out of your face. "You're the one I want to dance with to every song…There's just no one like you, no one I could ever dream of that's just as wonderful as you are." Bill reached in his pocket for the small box, and fell to one knee, not caring who might be watching you in the diner. Inside the small box was a 0.3-carat diamond ring with a silver band. "Would you make me the happiest man in the whole world, and marry me?"
Caius Martius Coriolanus from Coriolanus
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Coriolanus invited your family to dine with him and his mother one night on the pretext of an important matter concerning two important families of Roman nobility. It was not the first time he'd done such a thing, inviting your family to break bread with him and his mother. He had even visited your father's home before, sharing wine with your father and your brothers from time to time. It was through those meetings that Coriolanus fell more in love with your smile, the way you bit your lip when you were thinking,…and even the way your laugh infected him like a plague. And if there was anything more deadly to him than your simple, unadulterated laughter, then it was your beauty which had him fighting the urge to smile whenever you walked into a room or whenever he heard your voice.
But despite his best efforts, it became quickly aware to everyone in your family how besotted the general was with you. The way his head unintentionally bowed whenever he was in your presence, as if you were the sun and he would go blind if he looked you straight in the eye, never went unnoticed. The fact that you were the only person who could make him laugh, and that the simple mention of your name was enough to make the powerful General and conqueror of Corioles lower his usual barking voice made your family - and anyone else in the general's presence - giggle under their breath.
So when everyone had finished the prima mensa, Coriolanus stood up and raised his cup. "I have called you here tonight, to make a proposition," he declares with the same voice that he would use to speak to the Senate. "An alliance between our families…" The general turned his gaze to you for a moment, and exhaled to calm his racing heart, which only quickened when you looked back up at him. "If you will bestow upon me this honor, I wish to make your daughter…my wife. She is virtuous, and kind,…endowed with a noble background."
He waved for two of the servants of his household to present your mother and father with gifts of imported silk and valuable coins. And for you, the general had his servant gift place a set of golden jewelry - a girdle, five bracelets, and a layered necklace with rubies - in your lap. Underneath the girdle was a small piece of parchment with the words,
"I long to see you wearing these on our wedding night, my lady. Only these."
You turned red, and looked up and the general, politely expressing your thanks. 
"Should you accept," Coriolanus gave you a nod and turned to your family. "We shall make our alliance official in the presence of the gods. Your daughter shall be my wife, and I her husband. I will defend her from harm and protect her, as I have defended Rome time and time again. Your daughter will be cared for, and all I ask for in return, is your fidelity. Pledge to me your allegiance, for I shall need your influence when the time comes for the elections in the Senate.
Instead of a dowry give me your loyalty, and I swear that your priceless gem of a daughter will want for nothing for as long as I live. Do I have your word?"
Oakley from Unrelated
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"Let's get married." Oakley off-handedly said while the two of you stood outside, leaning against the wall while he smoked a cigarette. 
You raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding?"
"No." He took another drag of his cigarette and turned to you with his ocean blue eyes and tousled, dirty blond curls. "We should get married."
"Who are you and what have you done with Oakley?" 
"What, you don't think I'm good enough to marry you?" He protested. 
Shaking your head, you laughed. "No, it's not that…"
"Well, then what is it?" Oakley crossed his arms and furrowed his brow at the sight of you laughing. "We have fun together, we make each other laugh,…we look good together, especially when naked-"
That was enough for you to playfully hit him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle. He continued, "We like each other. We have this great relationship."
"But are you sure this is what you want?" You asked. "Don't you want to explore, try things? Do stuff before you're tied down?"
"Why would I do that? When there's this…beautiful, funny, smart, and sexy girl right there with me, I'm not even looking at anyone else." Oakley simply countered. "I like what we have, and i don't want to let it go. We can travel, explore the world, and I'll do it all with you." There was no sign of hesitation in his voice, but maybe it was just the cigarette fueling his courage. He came closer to you, and looked dead serious. "I don't want what we have to be just something we try for as long as we can, something we leave up to chance. I want forever with you."
"Forever?"
"Forever." Oakley knelt before you, his eyes going from a vivid cyan to a soft, almost pale bag blue. "I don't have a ring but…" He removed his necklace and presented it to you like an offering at an altar, calling your name. "Marry me."
Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager
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Jonathan had been working with MI-6 for almost two years, embarking on various mission for them after he gained acclamation for helping to carry out Operation Limpet. He, along with officer Angela Burr, took down the infamous arms dealer Richard Roper once and for all.
Since then, Jonathan found himself a new home in London and got back in touch with you, the one who stole his heart back when he was still working as a night manager. He didn't know how much he truly missed you until you answered his letter, telling him about the twists and turns your life had taken since your last encounter with Pine. After about three weeks of exchanging handwritten letters - simply because they reminded you both of a simpler time and felt more personal - with Jonathan using a pseudonym to protect you, he invited you to visit London for a holiday. 
And those five days you spent in London were some of the best five days of Jonathan's life. He delighted in your innocence, the way you happily took his arm and strolled through the city, randomly surprising him with kisses. Arm in arm, without a care in the world except for each other, enjoying all that life would have to offer…This is how it should be, Jonathan thought to himself as he gazed at the sparkle in your eyes, the color in your cheeks. He listened as you talked about everything you liked about London, everything that disgusted you, and everything you hoped for in the future, simply taking in the opportunity to just be with you. 
After a few moments, you asked him about what he wanted in the future, and all Jonathan had to say was one word.
"You."
You looked up from your cup of tea. "Me?"
He took a breath. "Yes." Jonathan affectionately said your name, and reached for your hand. "I never grew up in a house with both parents, doting on me." He told you about how his life up until joining MI-6 was an abominable quest for order. How his time in the military and working in the hotel business was part of an aim to find a direction in his life, and how little happiness it truly brought him. How alone he felt whenever his life wasn't being threatened. 
Jonathan sighed, not used to telling so much about himself in a single conversation, laying his heart out on the table to be cut into and devoured. "I promised myself that I would find the one person that I could care deeply for, and love them. I promised myself that I would make friends, find a home…a place to belong. Maybe someday become a parent."
You looked upon him lovingly. "That's beautiful, Jonathan."
He raised your hand to his lips and kissed it. "I want all of those things, and I want them with you." Jonathan declared, quiet enough for the two of you to hear. "These past days with you have been…incredible. When I look at you, I see everything that I have wanted, the life that I want to be living five years from now, ten years from now." 
He continued, "You make me believe in a future that's worth building. The way you smile…, the way you look upon me and everyone with stars in your eyes…I want to be the one who keeps that smile on your face, the one who makes you laugh. I want to be the one who kisses you good night, and the first one you see in the morning. I want to be the one you come home to every evening, the shoulder you lean on." 
Jonathan stroked the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. "I know it's soon, but if there is anything that I've learned, it's that when you see something worth keeping in your life, you do everything you can not to let her go. You just do it." He looked into your eyes. "Marry me?"
James Conrad from Kong: Skull Island
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It was the third time this week James had a nightmare. After thrashing and groaning, fighting an invisible beast, James found it in himself to call you - his neighbor whom he'd been dating for two years - on the telephone. His forehead and his chest were dripping with sweat, his expression one of agony, when you approached his bed. It was obvious that he had been in a lot of pain. 
James wasn't the type of person who wanted to expound upon the terrors he was feeling; he was a man of action who preferred expressing his emotions nonverbally. So, you respected that and simply talked about mundane things, things about civilian life that would temporarily distract James. As you both fell asleep, you made a mental note to remind James setting another appointment with his therapist, the one MONARCH had prescribed for him.
You woke up to an empty bed. It wasn't unusual for James to go out on an early morning walk to be alone with his thoughts. It was one of the things he'd learned from his therapist when he asked about how to be a better sweetheart to you while recovering from his trauma. You washed your face and brushed your teeth with a heavy heart, hoping it wouldn't be too long before you saw James again. 
While you styled your hair, you heard the door unlock. James walked inside, carrying a bag of breakfast pastries. "Good morning." He greeted you in a low, casual voice. 
"Good morning…" You would've asked if he slept well, but given the events of last night, that question made no sense. "I'm sorry I stayed over."
"No need to apologize." James set the pastries down and placed a kettle on the stove. While the water rose to a boil, James unwrapped the two chocolate croissants he bought, and glanced up to find you standing in the kitchen. You walked up to him slowly, and without missing a beat, James gently kissed you with an arm gently holding your waist. He murmured your name again, his breath warm against your lips. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." 
James gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead before going into his bedroom. "I brought breakfast for us both. Should I make us some eggs?"
"No need…" You watched James open one of his drawers. "Before I forget, do you want to make an appointment with your therapist?"
"Uh, I will." James returned to the kitchen with a small box in his right hand. "Thanks for reminding me."
"What is that?"
James took a deep breath. "Just something to thank you for last night,…and for everything you've done."
"James, you really didn't have to-"
"No. I've been wanting to do this for a year, it's time." 
Your breath caught in your throat as James opened the box to reveal a small, simple sapphire ring. He began, "I should've done this sooner, and I'm a fool for not doing so." James fell to one knee, and you gasped. "Darling,…Over the years I've known you, you have helped me…become a man again. You've remained by my side as I've made attempts to return to civilian life. You've comforted me during my worst hours, and you have given me something worth living for."
"James…"
"You're someone worth fighting for." He laughs a little. "I love you. And if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making you feel loved and caring for you in the ways that you have cared for me.
Darling, will you marry me?"
Magnus Martinsson from Wallander
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"Marry me." Magnus groaned with relief when you brought him a plate of eggs, some coffee, and an aspirin. He was laying on your couch, hungover after a night out with you and some of his mates from the police station.
You simply rolled your eyes and laughed a little. "Eat your eggs, you'll feel better with some food inside you."
Magnus kept his eyes on you while you both drank coffee, his headache slowly diminishing. "That a yes?"
"No, Magnus." You flatly said. "You had a lot to drink last night. Just…eat your eggs and finish your coffee. I'm not saying yes to a guy that passed out on my couch after throwing up into the bushes outside."
He grimaced. "I did that?…Sorry." Magnus looked down and shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Whatever, it was just a question, not like I meant it or anything." He pretended to brush off the matter. "You doing anything else today?"
"Tidying the house. You?"
Magnus closed his eyes for a moment to taste the savory flavor of the eggs. "i have a few things to do at the station for Kurt. Won't take long."
You and Magnus finished breakfast in silence before Magnus thanked you for letting him crash on your couch. "I'll see you soon." He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
You almost found it funny, the way he groaned for you to marry him, and chuckled to yourself. For all of his sarcastic quips and his cold exterior, there were times Magnus was an unintentional sweetheart. You'd known him for about seven months, how endearing he was whenever he tried to show off at darts or pool. You thought about the time he brought you soup every night when you had a flu that lasted for a week. And during that one time he showed up late to one of your date nights because of a case, he spent the rest of the evening simply snuggling with you until you fell asleep in each others' arms. It was one of the first times you'd ever seen him smiling so blissfully like a newborn baby.
About a few hours later, you could hear it rain outside, a bolt of thunder rumbling across the sky. While caught up in some trashy television, you heard a knock on the door. 
There was Magnus, standing outside drenched from head to toe. 
"Magnus, what are you-"
"I meant it." He confessed while the raindrops rolled down the sides of his face. "Marry me." He repeated when you asked him what he was talking about. Magnus reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small gold ring with three tiny diamonds. "You're the most perfect person in this entire world. And it's not just because you make the best eggs." He said, making you laugh. "You're stunning, even when you've just woken up. You put up with a lot, and…I can't really say what it is you do to me, but I can't help it. I…I…"
"I love you too, you crazy detective!" You finished.
"So, is that a yes?" Magnus asked again, with a big grin on his face as he presented the ring to you. 
Robert Laing from High-Rise
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"We need to talk." Robert broke the silence while the two of you shared a candlelit dinner in your flat. 
All traces of a smile disappeared from your face instantly. Usually nothing good ever followed those four words. 
You put your fork down. "What did you want to talk about?"
Robert looked you in the eye. "I moved to this high-rise to be alone, to be away from people. This…a relationship was the last thing that I wanted." He blinked, looking down at his plate for a moment. Then, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. 
You tensed in your seat, preparing for the worst. God, Robert. If he was trying to break up with you, then he just picked the worst time possible. 
The doctor stood up. "I thought I wasn't built for love…So I tried to be alone as much as I could, avoiding every chance to be attached to someone." He swallowed. "And then you came."
You let out a sigh, assuming that Robert was going to say something awful about your relationship. 
"It was like I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. What you did to me…" Robert called your name and walked over to you. "I cannot go a day without hearing your quippy words…, without seeing you when I come home,…without kissing you. It's more than anything I have felt in years." He confessed, his fingers tracing the back of your chair. "If you were to disappear from my life, it would feel like losing everything I've ever known. And…truthfully, the idea of that terrifies me. Maybe I could live without you,…but I don't know if I would be able to call it living.
"So what are you trying to say?" You murmured.
Robert sighed. "Forgive me, I'm not used to having these conversations."
"It's okay."
"You did it again." The doctor remarked. "You're making me fall in love with you, sweetheart." Robert went to the coat closet where he kept his blazer, and pulled a small box from one of the pockets. He returned to your side. "What I'm trying to say is,…that I'm in love with you. I'm in love not only with you, but with the way that you make me…feel things. The way that you remind me that there's a future ahead of us both. A future that can be much more than just dreary parties and squabbles between the upper floors and lower floors. You make me very happy, darling, and I think that you should know that." 
Robert took a deep breath and fell to one knee, next to your chair with the box opened to reveal a silver ring with a diamond heart. "Would you marry me, and make me an even happier man?"
Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak
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You were sitting on the swing set in the garden of your family estate, enjoying the mid-morning sun and the gentle breeze. Idly moving your legs back and forth, you played with a small cluster of Baby's Breath in your lap. It was nice to be away from the bustling drama and the incessant gossip, and instead be surrounded by fresh air. 
"My lady." You were awoken from your reverie by a smooth, vaguely familiar baritone that belonged to none other than Thomas Sharpe. He was a guest who'd been staying at an inn near your family's home, having joined your family for supper at least ten times in the past two weeks. In your eyes, he seemed mysterious and yet full of stories to tell, always having an anecdote about a place he'd visited or a trick to show you and your siblings. There was something about him that made you drawn to him as soon as he walked into a room, you were unable to articulate what it was. 
"Good morning. What brings you here, Baronet?" 
The baronet gave you a smile, and leaned against a tree, watching you enjoy yourself on the swings. "I was speaking to your father and his, erm, associates about a business venture."
"About clay, right? Mining it?"
Thomas nodded. "Precisely, my lady. And you, have you been enjoying your morning?"
You blushed as he took a step closer. "Yes, Baronet."
"No need for such formal titles now, my lady. We're not at a ball, nor are we at supper. ''Thomas' will do." He gently said. "May I share your company for a while, my lady, if it would not be much of a bother for you?"
You allowed him, giving the Baby's Breath to him as a token of affection. No, not a token of affection. Simply a nice gesture that would hopefully give you a place in Thomas's good books. Maybe he might even ask you for a dance at the next ball.
"Will you be attending the ball this Saturday, Bar- I mean, Thomas?"
He nodded, taking a moment to smell the flowers. "You?"
"I will." 
"And have you chosen a gown, my lady?" Thomas decided to humor you a little. He smiled while you sheepishly described the dress that you had your eye on for that special occasion. "Well, I'm sure you will look divine wearing it, my lady. Do you often spend time here in the gardens, all by yourself."
"Yes. I enjoy the flowers, and the breeze. It's beautiful when the weather is pleasant."
"I can imagine, my lady. It's been a long time since I have relaxed in a garden." Thomas places the Baby's breath in his front pocket. "My lady, there is something I wish to know of you."
You stopped swinging, and asked him what it was.
"I would like to know if you would be interested in marrying me." Thomas knelt by your side, looking up at you with eyes that bore the same hue as a cloudless sky. "For some time, my lady, I have admired your numerous charms from afar. And with each passing day, my affections for you have grown stronger. I find myself thinking about you at the most unpropitious times of day." He sighs, "While I may not be a man of great fame or great brawn or of great wealth, I am a man of dignity." Thomas promised you, despite knowing it was a blatant lie. "I will make sure that you lack nothing as my wife. And to treat you with nothing but the compassion and the love that you deserve. All I ask in return, is that you try to find it in your heart to give me even an iota of your affections.
Would you be willing to do that, my lady?"
Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston
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Ever since you moved into the flat Mr. Hiddleston bought for you, the most powerful man in London always had a designated town car sent to pick you up from work or school every day. His favorite chauffeur would show up at the same time every weekday, give you a friendly greeting, and drop you off at your flat. And once you got there, you'd be greeted by a doorman that Mr. Hiddleston personally hired to make sure that you reached safely.
Today, however, the chauffeur did not drop you off at your flat. At least, not right away. "Monsieur Hiddleston had something different in mind for today," he said with a small grin, like he knew something was going on. The chauffeur dropped you off at the nail salon for a manicure paid for by your powerful beau. 
After being pampered by the nail technician for about forty-five minutes, you returned to the town car to find a bag in the backseat with the word 'Harrods' on it. "You went shopping?" You asked the chauffeur while he drove you to your flat.
"Non, it was all Monsieur Hiddleston. He was keeping this dress on hold, and asked me to pick it up for you. He would like you to wear it tonight."
You thanked the chauffeur with a smile. Inside the bag was a beautiful Carolina Herrera gown in your favorite color. And right on cue, your phone buzzed with a text from your beau, asking if you liked his gift. As always, you texted back saying that it was perfect. 
The chauffeur dropped you off at your flat, and asked you to be ready by seven-thirty…but not before taking a good look at your manicured nails and saying an early 'congratulations'.
"Gordon owes me a favor," Mr. Hiddleston bragged a little when he arrived in front of your building at seven-thirty sharp. He opened the door of his favorite black Jaguar, and helped you inside the front passenger seat. "You look stunning tonight, darling."
"You look amazing too," you couldn't help but say. It was the truth after all. "When you said Gordon, did you mean…?"
"We're going to the River Restaurant in the Savoy Hotel, darling." He kept one hand on the steering wheel, placing the other one on your knee. "Hungry?"
"Nervous," you sheepishly said.
"I'm here, nothing can harm you." He turned his eyes to the road. "Your fears are far behind you."
The moment you arrived, the host of the restaurant immediately led you both to one of the outdoor terraces, where there was a table for two set up. Mr. Hiddleston pulled the chair for you before sitting down, and a waiter poured both of you some Dom Pérignon. 
"This is beautiful." You gushed, watching the most powerful man in London raise an invisible toast. You clinked your glass against his. 
 He replied with a dramatic flair.  "Nothing compared to you."
"So…what did you to get this favor?" You leaned in and asked him while the waiter placed a charcuterie board for the two of you to share. "This is a seafood place, charcuterie isn't on the menu."
A twinkle in his cerulean eyes, Mr, Hiddleston fed you a piece of cheese. "That's confidential, darling. Just enjoy the night."
"I will."
The two of you made small talk about your day, and about Mr. Hiddleston's upcoming business trip to Paris. You would be going with him of course, Mr. Hiddleston would make sure of that. The waiter refilled your champagne, and your beau discretely gave him a twenty-pound note, whispering that it was time for the main course.
The waiter took about fifteen minutes to bring your elegantly-arranged entrees out onto the terrace. And as he came out, you could hear an orchestra from inside the hotel begin to play "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera.
"Enjoying yourself?" Mr. Hiddleston leaned forward with a smirk as he noticed you listening to the music.
You admitted this was one of the songs you enjoyed, and said it reminded you of the first time you'd ever heard of the musical. How much you wanted to be Christine in that moment, serenaded with the promise of a life with no more darkness.
"Well there's one more thing I have for you tonight, darling." With a smirk, Mr. Hiddleston reached into the pocket of his blazer, retrieving a small box labeled 'Harry Winston'. He slowly got out of his chair and made his way towards you. 
You gasped, covering your mouth almost immediately. You swore you could feel your heart stop just for a moment when his eyes met yours. It all made sense now: the manicure, the accidental 'congratulations', the gown,…
 "Oh my god…"
Mr. Hiddleston fell to one knee and opened the box, which contained a 1-carat diamond ring with a platinum band. "Love me. It's all I ask of you."
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Tommy's Girl
Requested by @bunnyanon: Hey, I would like to request a jealous Tom Hiddleston x y/n fic based on Jesse’s girl but by the end is with Tom. -🐇
AN: I REALLY HOPE that this was with the song rick springfield lMAO or else well, this is awkward.
Warnings: None, just some cute Tom pining after youuuuu
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Tom watches you for a while before he understands that he likes you.
"So then, if you think I'm bullshitting, you have to yell it before the next person plays," you say.
"Of course," he answers.
"And then, if i'm not bullshitting, you have to pick up the entire stack!" you continue.
Here he is, pretending he doesn't know how to play bullshit. Because he has a massive crush on you.
You. One of his mate's brother's girl.
"Say that again," he says, pretending to be confused, leaning over the table as if he can't hear you over the noise of his friends around.
You proudly tell him the rules again, and this close, he can smell your intoxicating perfume.
He loves the way your eyes challenge him when he calls bullshit on you. He loves the way you laugh, squint your eyes, mouth stretched over your teeth. You're so careless, so clueless that he can't help but stare.
God, he wished you were his girl.
Every time your boyfriend would come to the table and kiss you on the cheek, Tom had to rip his eyes from the sight. Every touch, every inside joke, every whispered word - you should be sharing that with him.
But tom was a gallant man.
"Again, y/n!" he says, loudly, taking your attention away from your boyfriend.
You happily play along.
And every other time Tom and his mates hang, you're there, playing bullshit with Tom.
And every birthday party, every celebration, every holiday season - he wishes he had you.
And every wedding invite he opens in the mail, he begs the holy father above that it isn't yours.
Until his mate has a house party to celebrate his new promotion. And you're not there. But Tom's mate's brother is... without you. Your boyfriend, here, without you.
Tom has to be slick about this. Because he wants you so badly that he would rather cut his toes off than risk making any mistakes that jeopardizes his chances with you.
So he asks his mate with your boyfriend seems off. He tells Tom not to worry about it.
He tries to talk to that girl you hang with but there's no opening to bring you up.
So he calls his agent, gives him your name, and tells him he needs to return something to you. Just a phone number would do.
As soon as he gets the digits, he escapes the house and texts you.
where are you? -tom
where where?
Hilarious.
at Jason's.
Oh... me and my boyfriend broke up. i'm sorry, but i won't be coming back for another game of bullshit
Tom takes a second, relishing in that weird jealous feeling that was suddenly not a heavy weighted blanket over his shoulders.
please. can i see you?
You reply almost instantly.
yes
You weren't his girl by the end of that night, no. But Tom had admitted his feelings and given you the space you needed to heal. And by the next time an invite to his next movie's red carpet came in Tom's mail, he was happy to put your name down under his plus one.
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myveryownfanfiction · 5 months
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
Tags: @fangsandroses, @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen
prompt from @scealaiscoite
prompt: "i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes."
Loki walked behind me in the Halloween store and raised an eyebrow at the array of costumes. Every costume I showed him, he made a face and started to walk away. Across the store, Thor and Tony walked around with the cart full of decorations. Wanda and vision were looking at costumes as well.
“Come on Loki. There has to be something here you like.” I whined as Loki started to browse through the themed decor. His shoulders sagged and Loki grabbed a throw blanket off the wall before showing it to me. I nodded and he magicked it across the room to the cart. “Loki!”
“You know I could make anything you wanted.” Loki said as he looked at me. Taking my hands, he smiled brightly at me. “And it would be ten times better than anything they have here.” Smiling at him, I pulled him back to the costumes.
“I know that. And I appreciate it. Really.” I said, showing him more costumes. “But that’s what makes it so fun. Crappy costumes and cheesy movies. Come on Loki.” Loki rolled his eyes and followed me around. I continued showing him costumes. Each one got a worse review from Loki and a sympathetic look from Wanda.
“darling, I love you. I swear I do. But we’re not wearing matching costumes.” Loki finally broke. I stared at him. “It’s tacky and boring. It’s the biggest joke of this whole so called holiday.” Frowning, I turned back to the costumes and browsed. I stopped showing Loki costumes and let him wander away. After a while, I found a costume I wanted and went to pay for it.
“I would have paid if you waited kid.” Tony said as I walked by, bag on my arm.
“It wasn’t that much Tony. It’s fine.” I said. I gave him a small smile, noticing Loki in the corner of my eye. “I’ll meet you all back at the tower.” Tony nodded and watched me walk out of the store. When the rest of the team showed up, Tony brought in the decor he bought for me.
“I saw a few things i knew you’d like. And I know. I know. I didn’t have to. But you looked depressed and I felt bad after Wanda told me what happened.” Tony said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He patted my thigh and tried to catch my eye. “If it makes you feel better, he hasn’t come back yet. We left him in the store since he was taking so long.” I laughed and Tony let me put my head on his shoulder.
“he seemed pretty interested in the decor. I don’t expect him back for a while.” I said. Tony nodded. “Thank you Tony.” He gave me a quick side hug.
“don’t tell anyone. They can’t know I’m this nice.” Tony said, standing up and winking at me. I smiled at him and nodded.
“of course.” I said, watching Tony leave. I started unpacking everything Tony bought me and putting it where I wanted. There was a knock on my door and I turned to se who it was. “Come in!” Loki walked in and I frowned. “Oh. Hello.” I went back to decorating while Loki walked in and sat down on my bed.
“I’m sorry.” Loki said. I paused and looked at him in my mirror. He sat quietly as I continued.
“For what?” I finally asked when he hadn’t continued for a while. Loki sighed and walked towards me.
“for everything. Calling the holiday tacky and boring.” He said. “I shouldn’t have said that. And I shouldn’t have shut down your costume ideas.” I stared at him. He smiled at me and motioned to the bag on my bed. “I made Wanda tell me what costume you bought. And I went looking for the one that goes with it…” I turned and went to dig through the bag.
“why would you…” I asked. Loki kissed my cheek.
“I also bought you some more decor.” Loki looked around the room. “Although it looks like stark may have beat me to some of it. Sorry there are duplicates.” I turned to hug Loki.
“I don’t care.” I said softly, holding him tight. “Thank you loki.” He smiled into my hair and sighed.
“you don’t know how relieved I am to hear that.” He whispered. “I love you. So much. And I don’t want to lose you.”
“you wouldn’t lose me over this Loki. It is just a disagreement.” I assured him, pulling back to cup his cheek. “I love you too.” Loki smiled and leaned in to kiss me.
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multi-fandom31 · 8 months
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FINALLY OMFG IM CRYING
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muddyorbsblr · 2 months
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when the feeling sinks in
'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!
Placement: dating era; a few months after 'one look and they'll know'
Summary: Ragnarok wrapped up filming and now you're back in your apartment, waking up a little too alone and feeling a little too lonely. You thought that you were the only one until you heard a knock on your door.
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: language; mentions of alcohol use if you squint [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: slight angst; Tomathy enters his comforting bf era; Reader's a-plus premature timing
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The chipper intro of your morning alarm taunted you today as the curtains drew open, bathing your room in the light of the sunrise. You felt conflicted, laying there in your bed. On the one hand, you didn't want to get up because you knew what awaited you was nothing but a long tiresome day of unpacking and cleaning your apartment, making the place livable again after being away for the last few months on set for Ragnarok. A pile of mail to open and checks to deposit and bills to pay, along with a considerably thick layer of dust on nearly every surface of your home, were all waiting for you to get your ass up out of bed and make this place seem like a home again.
On the other hand, you didn't quite want to stay in your bed, either. It felt hauntingly empty, a loneliness creeping its way through you as the words of the song filling up the room dared to mock you.
There is no way I'm looking for a boyfriend, there is no way I'm looking for a scene
So much for your adamant intent of not wanting or needing to be with anyone but yourself. After the last few months of feeling like you were living in some modern day fairytale where the 'plain Jane' girl entered into a whirlwind romance with the actor that has literally played princes and kings, the clock finally struck midnight.
And rather than being thrust rather harshly into reality, you were shoved back into it. Face down on the ground as soon as your plane hit the tarmac.
Now you were back in the bed you left all those months ago, painfully aware of what you were missing ever since you'd stubbornly decided that you weren't cut out for relationships all those years ago. The last few months saw your steady descent into becoming spoiled with affection, waking in Tom's arms, those sinfully skilled hands roaming your body as the sunlight touched your skin.
A decadent round of lovemaking before you even left the bed when your schedules permitted it.
You felt every bit like a princess when you were with him. Or in his words, a goddess. Now you were back to being a pumpkin and you needed to pick yourself up from the path you were spiraling down headfirst before you found yourself fully admitting to sentiments you swore you'd never feel again.
He must leave a trail of heartbroken women in his wake if he treated all his flings like that, you thought to yourself ruefully, your body whining and aching in places you didn't think they could as you sat up in your bed. Before you could even think about it, you reached for your phone and typed down the sentiment in a note, keeping it in a hidden folder that you for the most part did your best to never revisit once you'd placed something in there.
"Oh how you've ruined me for everyone else but you, Thomas William Hiddleston," you spoke out loud as you typed down the note, locking it away in a folder deep in your drive. You hoped that with putting away the note, the sentiment would be buried deep down as well.
You put your hair up in a bun, pulling on an old shirt and some sweats from your college days and started cleaning away at the house, putting your clothes from the set straight into the wash. The faintest scent of his cologne hit you as you tossed it into the washer, taking you straight back to your memory of one of the last times you saw each other, at the wrap party.
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You stood at a little table with Bryan and Denise, nursing a strawberry lemonade with a splash of vodka, wincing the slightest bit whenever the liquor made its presence felt in the taste. "I said a splash," you grumbled, placing the drink atop the tray of the wait staff collecting drinks was holding. "Damn thing's probably fifty percent vodka."
"Hey hey there you three are!" Taika greeted you, pulling you all into a little group hug. "Making this has been a dream and a half, and I owe you and your team so much thanks, lil mayhem. I'm definitely calling you again when we start on the next one."
"Ooh, so Marvel's definitely getting you again, then, boss?" Denise quipped, excitement and a bit of alcohol reddening her cheeks and making her the comical picture of cherubic inebriation.
He shook his head with a wide smile that left you confused. "No," he answered her. "But a bit of positive thinking never hurt anyone, am I right?"
The song blaring on the speakers changed to a familiar beat from Zedd, your teammates and Taika all dragging you out into the dance floor with them as the words began to hit you like a freight train.
You are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Instead of dwelling on the lyrics, you forced yourself to move your body to the beat, finding yourself even having fun despite the glimpses you'd caught of various members of the crew along with some members of the press openly flirting with Tom. Despite your words to him this morning, the sight of him still visibly moving forward so easily felt like a stab to the heart.
"Something about all good things ending eventually," your memories taunted you. "Thank you for giving me a good thing."
The song faded out to give way to the acoustic notes of that James Arthur song that you'd been hearing all over Spotify, and just as you were about to take your leave from the dance floor, you were spun into a familiar pair of arms. Suddenly the very eyes that you'd been trying to block out from your mind were staring down at you, a soft smile gracing those heartbreakingly handsome features.
Tom wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you in a secure hold as he ran the backs of his fingers along your cheek with his free hand. "May I have this dance, goddess?" He broke out into a brilliant blinding grin when you mutely nodded your head, placing your hand on his shoulder as he began to sway you to the beat of the song.
"You should know right now that I can't dance like this to save my life," you told him, unable to fight back the smile that stretched across your face as you looked at him.
"Neither can I," he answered you with a chuckle, a tenderness in his eyes that had you struggling to stay upright had he not been holding you up. "Perhaps we could find our way together."
The seething piercing gazes of the women around you began to steer your thoughts down a rather self-conscious route, the bitter scrutiny in their eyes as they looked at your simple navy blue skater dress that you got on sale back home. Meanwhile their clothes screamed designer; even if some of them might have to be extra careful tonight so that they could successfully return them with tags intact, at the moment all that mattered to them was that they were dressed better than you…and yet somehow you were the one dancing with the most handsome man in the room.
Their faces screamed with the incredulous question "Why her? She's nothing special."
"You know I don't think it's expressly polite for you to ignore all the other pretty girls in this party," you mumbled, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach as his gaze never left yours. As if he didn't even care about anyone else watching you. "They're practically shaking from itching to dance with you."
"They'll be left itching and wanting, then," he shot back, both of your breaking into a fit of chuckles from the thought. "And as for beautiful women…" He tilted your chin up to hold your gaze. "There's only one that I care about. And she's already in my arms."
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"Smooth talking way too handsome for his own fucking good living breathing Disney Prince," you grumbled as you started your first load of laundry. You dragged your feet to the supply closet to grab a bunch of cleaning rags and start at your living room, feeling a slight satisfaction watching as the dust made its way off the various surfaces and you could finally start to see your home once again.
When night began to fall and you had to start turning on the lights throughout your apartment just so you could see and make your way around without bumping into any corners, you decided to order in some dinner. Mostly because your stomach was beginning to sound like a baby gremlin.
You were just about to press 'Order Now' on your screen when your doorbell rang. "Okay if that's my delivery they better not be charging me extra for psychic services, I haven't even pressed the damn button yet," you muttered, immediately feeling like you swallowed your tongue the second you opened the door.
It wasn't Postmates.
"Tom?" The air left your lungs as you uttered his name, refusing to believe what your eyes were seeing. Meanwhile the very same man with the oceanic eyes and god-like face and body that you were trying to block out of your mind was standing not even two feet in front of you, wearing the same smile that he had on his face like he just ran five laps around the studio.
His grin got wider as he breathed your name, running his gaze down your face and what parts of your body weren't covered by the door.
"What--What're you uhh…doing here?"
He became a bit sheepish, running his hand through his short dark blond curls, tilting his head down before looking at you with the most endearing boyish expression. "I erm…If I'm being completely honest I'm here because I wanted to see you." His gaze darted to beyond your door before landing on your face again. "May I come in?"
You immediately snapped out of your stupor, feeling a complete fool for forgetting your manners. "Oh! Uhh of course." You opened your door wider to let him step through, suddenly feeling rather inadequate in your own home, feeling like your college sweats didn't measure up to his no doubt designer threads. "Sorry for the mess," you mumbled, waving your hand in the direction of the insides of your house, then at yourself. "I was cleaning up since I haven't been home in months and I wasn't expecting company--"
Any lame apology for the frumpy way you looked died in a muffled squeak at the back of your throat when Tom pulled you into his arms and laid his lips on yours. You could practically feel yourself melting more and more into his embrace with every brush of his lips.
"I've missed you, goddess," he sighed into your skin. "Last night I went to bed alone and it felt so…empty." He continued to press tender kisses to your cheek, working his way up to your forehead. "So I hopped on the next flight here. To you. I just needed to see you again."
You could feel a lump at your throat from processing his words, the backs of your eyes prickling with tears from realizing that he felt the same way you did when you woke up this morning. "I know the feeling," you managed to choke out as he kissed his way back to your lips. "I uhh…I was just about to order dinner. If you're willing to wait about…an hour? You could uhm…join me? I mean if you don't already have--"
He kissed you again, cutting you off from rambling yourself into an embarrassing grave. He probably had prettier girls ask him out way better than you just did. "You've been exerting yourself all day, you should rest. How about I go and pick something up for us, and you just focus on unwinding and relaxing from the day you had?"
A warmth spread all over your body as he held you, nuzzling your noses together as he ran his fingers up and down the length of your spine. It had you feeling so content that every part of you wanted nothing more than to ignore the panic settling deep inside you that you were feeling too comfortable around him, something you swore to never be around any man ever since you vowed to stick to one so far undisputed belief in your life.
The most blissful moments have the most catastrophic ends.
And at this moment you felt a little too much of that bliss.
"I'd like that," you breathed out, unable to help the way your mouth stretched into a way too contented grin as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, touching his nose to yours again before he headed for the door.
"I'll be half an hour tops," he said softly, looking over you again with that all too soft gaze. "Do what you need to wrap up for the day and unwind. I'll call you when I'm nearly home--I mean, when I'm nearly here."
You couldn't speak through the lump in your throat, your heart doing backflips in your chest from his slip of the tongue. All you could do was give him a smile, waving him off. You couldn't even tell if your sentiment for him to be careful out there was audible enough to reach him.
Home. You didn't hear him wrong. He called your apartment home.
By the time you finished with your shower, the timer you set for 27 minutes was still a few minutes out from ringing, giving you just enough time to slather on some lotion and spritz on some perfume, considering that the flight along with the amount of cleaning you just did today had you feeling far from fresh. Even after the hot shower.
And also the fact that the embodiment of the phrase 'sex on legs' was on his way back to you with dinner.
By the time his name was flashing on your screen, you were already at your kitchen counter, sorting out your mail from the last few months, already writing your todo list for the next morning involving a trip to the bank to cash in some checks that came in. You had the naughty little thought of writing "Tom" as an item on that list, but ultimately decided against it.
"I'm not optimistic, let alone presumptuous," you grumbled, putting the pen away when you heard the doorbell ring again. What greeted you on the other side was Tom beaming at you with hands full of bags, already putting your naughtier thoughts front and center and on hyperdrive with how his muscles bulged under his sweater from the weight of them.
"Wasn't sure what drink you'd prefer," he said in an exhale as he put the bags down, taking out bottles as he listed them off to you. "So I got us a bit of a selection. Some sparkling water…some soda…and just in case…" He let out a bit of a chuckle before pulling out the last bottle, getting a giggle out of you as well the second you eyed the bold serif letters and the star on the gold label. "Champagne."
You started moving towards the cupboard where you stored your glasses when he crossed the distance between you two, placing his hands on your waist to stop you. "What're you--"
"I figured with the day you've had, you wouldn't want to do a single second of clean up so…" He darted over to the other side of the counter again, pulling out a small pack of paper cups. "I got these."
Oh dear fuck, he actually thought of everything, you internally swooned, indulging yourself in basking in another blissful moment that he'd somehow known to give you after being here for less than an hour.
"Also…" He reached into a bag that made a clinking sound when he set it down, pulling out a small vase that held three deep red carnations. "I got these for you. I know you're not one for those big garish arrangements, so I thought you might like these. They might go well in the living area, by your sofa, or also here--"
"They're perfect," you blurted out, not even bothering to hold back the smile that took over your face. You're perfect. I love you.
He stilled in his movements, looking at you with wide, shining, puppy-like eyes. "What did you say?" he breathed out, slowly starting to make his way to you.
Shit did I say that out loud?! "What? I didn't--I didn't say--" You couldn't breathe. Did you actually say those words out loud? Your knees felt weak. You clung to the countertop to stand upright, bracing yourself for the usual spiel.
You're a whole smoke show and all but I hope you didn't get the wrong idea. This was just for fun, where did that come from, sweet thing? I like you and all that, but I wanna keep this a bit more open, you know? We're young and I don't think I wanna tie myself down to just you.
Knowing Tom, he'd probably say something that stung less in the moment but when you actually took a second to let it sink in…the devastation would be on another level. He'd break you. And all you could do was brace for impact.
Once he'd crossed the distance between you two, he framed your face in his hands, those wide puppy-like eyes now seeing the sheer panic in yours, his expression betraying your expectations. He wasn't looking at you with a condescension and smugness that screamed of someone stroking his ego getting a girl to blurt out that cursed sentiment at a ridiculously early point in the relationship.
And saying it first, too.
But instead he looked at you with an increasing concern as your vision began to blur from the tears in your eyes. He pressed kisses up and down the side of your face, guiding you through your breathing so that you'd stop hyperventilating like the air was too thin to breathe in properly. "Oh, sweet goddess," he sighed against your skin, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "You weren't quite ready to say those words yet, were you?"
"I didn't say anything," you whimpered lamely, making him lean away to get a look at you, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.
"Alright, it's alright," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You're not quite ready to hear those words yet, either. That's alright." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace that deceptively felt too much like home, kissing the top of your head.
It took a good few moments before you could bring yourself to return his embrace, hearing a sound of relief from him when you finally did. "I'm sorry it's just--I'm not--"
"Shhh shhh, there's no need for apologies," he whispered into your hair. "I just want you to know something." He tucked his hand under your chin, tilting your head and kissing you again before continuing. "I want you to know how that I am already beyond happy that you share your time and your body with me, and I'll never take that for granted. And if the day ever comes that you wish to give me your heart, I want you to know that it will be safe with me. Because those words that you didn't say earlier? I feel the same way."
The violent fluttering in your stomach was back. "Tom, I--"
"When you're ready, and only when you're ready, I'll be here. I'll always be here." He pressed his forehead to yours, brushing his nose across yours. "We don't have to talk about it."
You eyed him with incredulity. How could you both just go on pretending that you didn't just stupidly blurt out those words? How could he be okay with that?
"Right now I am more than happy to simply spend the night having a lovely dinner with my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" you repeated, breathless. After the level of batshit that was the last few minutes, he wanted to keep this going?
"Only if you wish to be," he said in a rush, bewildering you when you saw a similar type of panic enter his eyes. "I'd--I'd be fine if you don't want to put a label yet I just…" He sighed, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before tightening his arms around you. "I didn't want what we started to end just because we stopped working together."
"I…" Your words caught in your throat, finding it near impossible to even form anything coherent while he continued to press kisses to your cheek and temple. "I haven't been anyone's girlfriend in so long," you said in a rush. "And the last time, it--it burned me."
That last time scarred you so badly you began to see the appeal of the 'eternal bachelorette' lifestyle. Because much as it was so tempting to get lost in the feeling of being pursued and courted, you knew the downfall when eventually they would grow complacent. When they started seeing you as something 'routine'.
When they want the thrill of the chase again, mixed in with the thrill of betrayal.
You barely had anything left in you to even attempt going into that adventure one more time. And yet you already knew that you were going to. For him.
Because you loved him. You even said it yourself with your a-plus timing that was so premature that teenage boys would be embarrassed for you.
"The last thing I would ever want is to hurt you," he whispered, his breath warming your face as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "All I want at this moment is to know that tomorrow morning I wake up holding you again."
You could hear how every single voice that gave you a reason to not take another chance on him fade away into a dull murmur in the back of your head. His eyes shone with all the barely-there restraint, as if he had more words ready. As if he was trying to stop himself from pleading his case to you.
One last shot, you could hear the tired voice in you give in. If this goes down the drain, I don't ever wanna try again. I won't have enough heart to break if he ever decides he's done with me.
"Girlfriend," you tested the word, his breath hitching when he heard you say it. "I kinda like the sound of that."
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Getting used to a new timezone wasn't quite something that got easier with time, which was how Tom ended up waking earlier than intended, warm contentment washing over him once he felt you in his arms. He shuffled closer to you, stifling any sound that might come out of him when you met him halfway, your naked body pressing against his own and letting out a little contented sigh when skin met skin.
He still couldn't quite believe what happened last night, remembering the way his heart jumped in his chest when he heard the whispered words from you. It wasn't his imagination or his daydreams getting the better of him, you said them. I love you. And he wanted nothing more than anything to scoop you up into his arms and say the words back.
But the panic in your eyes once you realized what you'd said tore at him and stopped him from doing just about anything. There was a hurt that painted your face last night as if you were bracing for impact. Like you were just preparing yourself for incoming pain. And the realization that you weren't ready to say the words or maybe even hear them had him pushing the words back down his throat with every ounce of strength he had.
The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. The second to last was to scare you off.
Until that day came he would cling to the little things, find ways to show you his affections if hearing them wasn't quite yet an option. For now he was more than happy knowing that your relationship was far from over; in fact, it was safe to say that it was just beginning.
He pressed his lips to your shoulder, kissing a trail up to your ear and smiling against your skin at the little whimpers and moans that escaped you with every kiss. "Good morning, goddess," he whispered, pressing a kiss below your ear when you stirred in his arms.
"Hmmph…mooring," you slurred, stirring in his arms, your voice still rather thick with sleep.
"I'm going to go out and see what I can get us for breakfast. Any special orders? Cravings?"
It took a few seconds before he could make complete sense of what you murmured, your words jumbled together. "French toast and bacon, please."
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his heart skipping a beat when he felt your cheek rise in a smile against his lips. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll wake you when I'm home." There it was again. That slip of the tongue that had him grinning ear to ear whenever he said it.
Home. It wasn't a hotel room in a hotel room in Sydney. Or Atlanta. It wasn't his house back in London. Or his mum's.
It wasn't even here, in an apartment in Los Angeles.
It was you.
He could be camping out in the depths of the woods folding himself into a tent, but if he was sharing that tent with you, then he was home.
And if his realization already had his heart behaving erratically, your next words had it going on overdrive. "Okay, be careful. I love you."
He waved a hand in front of your face. No reaction. Your guards weren't fully up because you were barely even half-awake. He decided to go for it, hoping that somehow even through your sleep-laden mind, his message would reach you.
"I love you, too."
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A/N: In hindsight, if I knew that this was gonna turn into a whole series/collection, I would've named it better 😂 Anyways, welcome to the first 'chapter' in the 'said it first' arc! We've seen these two blorbos in their happy in love era with the Soccer Aid Chronicles as well as their Kinktober shot, but we haven't ever really seen anything from them that resembled angst…Well that's because that era went down early on in their relationship. Like in the first few months early on, and it really stems from Reader and her baggage making it a whole ass journey to say "I love you" without wanting to curl up in a hole she buried for herself.
This arc will have 5 entries…at least that's what my notes said, but let's see where my writer brain takes us 😂
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nicoline1998enilocin · 8 months
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''Just readin' our lines, darling''
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PAIRING | Tom Hiddleston x Assistant!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 1.9K
SUMMARY | Tom is getting ready to read his lines for a new movie he's working on, and he requested your help with doing just that. Since the both of you have been pining for each other for a while you agree, and you won't regret it when you see the scene he wants to read with you.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mutual pining, Tom is a bit of a smooth flirt, smut [ oral (M receiving), fingering, protected sex, lots of praises ], lots of romantic fluff.
REQUEST | @formyexperiments - Tom Hiddleston x assistant reader where reader for the first time reads lines with Tom which happens to be a romantic /steamy scene and it so happens that they're both pining for each other
A/N | Thank you so much for this lovely request, and I hope you enjoy the route I took with this! 🖤
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜
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''Darling, could you maybe help me with reading the lines for this scene? It seems that I can't get them in my head, so I hope you will help me remember them,'' he asks and you look up from your laptop. You were currently drafting up an email that goes to his publisher, but that wasn't too important so it can wait a few minutes. ''Are you sure? I mean, I've never read lines with anyone before,'' you shrug, but you're secretly over the moon that he asked you. ''You'll be perfect, there's no need to worry,'' he says and you sigh. ''Fine, but only if you let me finish this email first, otherwise your publisher won't be too happy with us,'' you say and he nods.
A short 30 minutes later you're done and you close your laptop, and within an instant, Tom is back on his feet from the chair he was waiting in. ''Wow, you're pretty eager for someone who just wants to read some lines,'' you joke and he brushes it off. ''That's not true, I wasn't eager, I just happened to be getting up at the same time you happened to be done,'' he says and you just laugh. God, your crush on this man was truly getting out of hand now, it wasn't even that funny yet you laugh like it was the best joke you'd ever heard.
''Can I have the lines? I can't help you read them if I don't know what they are,'' you say and he walks over to you, and hands you a copy of the lines he wants you to read with him. ''I highlighted your lines to make it a little easier,'' he says as he stands a little too close for someone who is just handing you something. Your breath hitches when your fingers touch and suddenly your brain appeared to have just completely shut off, there is not a single thought behind your eyes except for him. You read the lines and when you see what kind of scene it is, you're not sure you can do this anymore.
''Tom, I-, I'm sorry but I don't think I can do this,'' you say as you avoid his eyes and just look at the floor. ''It's okay, we're just readin' our lines, darling. Don't worry about anything else,'' he says and you swallow thickly, agreeing to do it anyways. You look over them one more time, and he starts to read his lines. The scene happens to be Tom's character professing his love for the girl he has been in love with for a long time, which is perfect because he has been in love with you for a long time.
''There's no one else I want more than you. It's always been you, and it always will be you, Y/N. If you choose me, I promise I will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I will give you everything you could ever wish for and more, and I promise to love you unconditionally, until the end of time,'' Tom reads as he keeps walking closer and closer to you until there's barely any space left between the two of you. You gasp softly as he cups your face in one of his hands, moving your gaze to meet his as he speaks the next lines. ''I'm in love with you, Y/N, I have been for years and I can only hope you feel a fraction of the love for me, that I feel for you,'' he says and you completely forgot what you're doing.
Suddenly Tom's hand moved to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding your face to his as he captures your lips with his. This wasn't in the script, but you'd be damned if you would say you aren't enjoying every last second of this. Your script falls to the floor as your hands find their home around Tom's neck, and he lifts you by the back of your thighs so you can wrap your legs around his waist. When the two of you break the kiss for some air, you can't help the giggle that escapes you. ''I've wanted to do that for so long, and I'm glad I finally did it,'' Tom says, and all you say in response is ''Take me to the bedroom, please,''.
It doesn't take long for him to close the bedroom door behind the two of you and he walks over to the bed where he lays you down gently as he starts undressing you. When he takes off your dress he reveals a gorgeous black and green lingerie set which takes his breath away when he sees it. ''You look gorgeous in this, but I think you'd be even more beautiful when you're wearing nothing at all,'' he says with a smirk, and you can't help but blush. You sit up and pull Tom towards you so you can undress him too. One by one you unbutton the buttons on his shirt and when it falls open you're greeted by a muscular chest and stomach.
You've had many dreams about him and his body, but they will never compare to the real thing. Your hands slide over his muscles and he closes his eyes at the feeling of your soft hands stroking him, and suddenly your hands move down to his pants, quickly opening and unzipping before pulling it down in one smooth motion. ''I want to taste you on my tongue,'' you say as you look up at him, and the way you're looking at him makes him almost go feral, but he wants the first time with you to be nothing but pleasure and love. There would be more than enough time for roughness and manhandling on other occasions.
When he stepped out of his pants it was very obvious Tom was getting pretty hard already, so you decided to help him even more by palming him through his underwear, as well as giving soft kisses along his shaft over the fabric of his underwear. ''Please, don't tease like that,'' he groans and you just smile before pulling his underwear down too, making his throbbing dick fly up against his stomach with a splat from the precum that had leaked already. Without the least bit of hesitation, you wrap your mouth around his tip, which makes Tom grunt deeply from his chest and you were squeezing your thighs together to get some sort of friction.
You're trying to take as much of him as you can as you're bobbing your head back and forth while sucking in your cheeks, and it earns you lots of praise from Tom. ''Doin' so good for me, fuck, feels so perfect wrapped around my cock, darlin'. Knew you would take me so beautifully,'' he moans softly and you wrap your hands around the part of his shaft you can't reach. His hands have found their way into your hair but he didn't force himself into you, he let you go at your own pace and you're very appreciative of that.
You keep doing that for a few more minutes before Tom feels his orgasm approaching quickly and he suddenly pulls out, leaving you whining softly at the loss of him in your mouth. ''It's okay darling, I'm almost there but I want to cum when I'm inside that soaking wet pussy of yours,'' he says as he pushes you down onto the bed and you crawl back a little, making room for him. He unclasps your bra and takes it off, adoring your breasts for a little bit before taking off your underwear and letting his hands roam over your legs, sides, and arms as he is moving over you.
He kisses you slowly but full of passion before moving away to grab a condom out of his nightstand. As much as he wants to cum inside you, he doesn't want to risk getting you pregnant yet. He rips the foil open and rolls it onto himself before resuming his earlier activities of roaming his hands over your body. This time he had a clear goal in mind, and he was determined to make you cum on his fingers before he would even think about filling you up. His long slender fingers slipped inside you without a single doubt and you gasped at the feeling, already feeling stuffed from just 2 of his fingers.
''You're doing perfect for me darling, taking my fingers so well. Can feel you clench around them, are you close?'' he asks and with his other hand, he finds your clit, hitting your sweet spot in and outside of your pussy at the same time to pull an overwhelming orgasm out of you within no time at all. You become a moaning and whining mess on his fingers and he loves it, making him unable to wait any longer to be buried inside you. ''Gonna fill you up real good now darling, I'll go slow for you,'' he says as he nudges your entrance with his tip.
You immediately relax and before you know it he's buried inside you to the hilt, and rutting into you as he's chasing his orgasm as well as your second one. ''T-Tom, it feels so good inside me!'' you say and he leans down to kiss you passionately. All that can be heard is erratic moans and groans as well as the sound of skin against skin as he keeps thrusting into you. When his fingers find your clit again he has you falling apart again and with a loud moan of his name you cum again, followed shortly after by Tom. When he's done riding out both your orgasms he pulls out and discards the condom before getting a warm washcloth to clean both of you up.
''I can't believe we just did that,'' you tell him and you hide your face behind your hands to disguise your flushed cheeks. ''Don't hide from me, my darling, I want to see that beautiful face of yours,'' he says and you take your hands away, Tom grabs one of them and rubs soft circles over the back. ''How do you feel?'' he asks and you're still a little bit fuzzy, but you don't mind in the slightest. ''Perfect,'' you say as your eyes fall shut with pure bliss, and a lot of sleepiness now. ''Wanna cuddle with you,'' you tell him and he gladly accepts, pulling your back flush against his chest as he nuzzles in your neck.
''I want you to be mine, darling. There's no one else I want more than you. It's always been you, and it always will be you, Y/N. If you choose me, I promise I will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I will give you everything you could ever wish for and more, and I promise to love you unconditionally, until the end of time,'' he says, recounting the lines from the script he read earlier, but he means it. He will do whatever it takes to make you the happiest woman on earth.
''I choose you, Tom, I will choose you over and over again, not only in this lifetime and this universe but in every other lifetime and every other universe there is. It has always been you, and it will always be you,'' you say and you seal your promise with a kiss. ''I love you more than anyone I've ever loved before,'' you say as you nuzzle into him now. ''I love you too, darling,'' he says and you fall asleep in the arms of the man you love, with butterflies going absolute haywire in your stomach and the biggest smile anyone has ever had on their face.
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smolvenger · 2 months
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A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Nineteen (Loki x fem! Reader Hiddlesverse Crossover Series, A Court of Thorns and Roses AU)
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Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters- Especially the events in the second book: A Court of Mist and Fury. England. 1885. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him.
Chapter Summary: You complete your revenge.
Word Count: 7K (I REALLY wanted to get to the part at the end)
Warnings: mentions of sex, masturbation, and cheating (I portray the canon cheating in The Essex Serpent as bad and both Will and Cora deserving of punishment, and if you don't like that, don't read this), Supporting Women's Wrongs. Violence, Loki being Loki. Mentions of religion.
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On Wednesday, you went out with your mother to shop for Cora’s birthday present in the next larger town. There were times you both enjoyed going there for little outings more than the sleepy white and brown town by the seaside could afford. You stopped at the first boutique for women you found.
Clothes, yes, clothes would do for the gift. You recalled what she would wear. Grey coats and no corset when she was researching and running about. The grey dress for parties. You recalled the bright red dress that forever drenched your nightmares in infamy.
Women walked about with their hats and little purses dangling. Mother got into chatting with a shop-girl about what was on sale. The bell over the door would ring as shoppers entered and exited. Roses blossomed in vases amongst the goods. Walking about, you noticed several lacy gowns full of little ornaments on mannequins.
Not those dresses. Nothing with frills and feathers. Cora didn’t like that. She wouldn’t wear it. Your secret goal was to find the perfect attire, be it a dress or a coat or even a skirt or blouse that Mrs. Seaborne would not resist adorning. You had to keep looking.
Sometimes there was a slight hint of masculinity in what Cora wore….like Lady Sif... You did miss your trainer and somewhat friend- she had a heart beneath her sometimes aloof and brash nature…
Wait a minute- how hypocritical you were! Admiring Lady Sif and feeling embittered to Cora! Should you do this at all? No, no you had to gather yourself. Focus. You pushed the thought away to your mind.
It took some searching, but you managed to find your Trojan Horse for the gift. It was the perfect one for Cora. A new grey coat with no worn frays or signs of use. Just like the one she always wore. Practical, but not frumpy, comfortable, and subtly pretty. Only this one was new, freshly made with hardly any tears. Perfect for running about in the fields and forests and muck, searching for Serpents in the wood and the Serpent in your fiancee’s trousers.
You bought it at once. You both traveled right back home. Refreshing yourself with tea and sandwiches, you picked up your new package and brought it to your room. Taking out the coat from its box, you laid it down over your bed. A body, a ghost, a figure lying down in the realm of either death or sleep.
Cora, Cora, Cora, Mrs. Seabrone, the widow, her, her, her- The equal half of the pair that ruined your life. You had done your subtler strikes against Will. It was now time to strike against her.
You went to your desk. Getting out a journal, you tore out a blank scrap of paper.
Grabbing a pen, you wrote five words down in big, clear letters.
Once it dried, you folded it up.
The coat’s sleeves had two sides of the fabric. She wouldn’t see it if it was inside out. For it would be in the fabric itself.
You got out scissors, your needle, and grey thread. Then you cut open a hole in the sleeve. Folding the paper up carefully, you tucked it inside. Then you got your needle and thread and patched it back up so the scrap of paper was concealed inside the sleeve.
Yes, your powers could have done that. But you were determined to do it with your hands, with real effort- it was freeing, satisfying.
You then laid the dress back out.
You held out your hand. Concentrating harder than you ever did before with your magic gifts, you waved it over the coat.
The dress lay untouched, like normal.
You then retracted your hand.
Loki cut in.
'My pet, why didn’t you do that with your dear Lusty Vicar?'
' He never was ‘my’ vicar….why have him when I have a god and a prince as my husband instead?' you teased.
‘Well…I cannot blame you for that.’
You heard a small chuckle of his. You settled the dress back into the box.
' But…you are right, Loki! Will got all those letters, all the things that will come up to him. And there is one more thing I shall do to him. But it’s…it’s not like this. They were equal in this…so I should!'
The next day was conveniently a Thursday. The time Will went to the lake to pleasure himself over his mistress in the ocean or lake or stream or whatever body of water it was, as Loki confided to you. Or swim bare, as Will once confided to you in his times past. When you were so happy, in love, that as you smiled and looked at him in adoration, Will would only look at you with secret boredom and annoyance.
He was doing it again. He was bare. And if he was touching himself or swimming or both, it didn’t matter. He would be away from his house again.
That would be his mistake.
You hurried to the vicarage, not wanting to take your time before anyone could see you. You scurried up the stairs into his room. Finding his clothes where they were kept in his shelves and wardrobe. With every item, you placed your powers on each one. Each dark sweater you once smiled over, each white shirt you once lusted over, each tan coat hat made you stifle a giggle, every green vest, pants, down to one last sock.
Then, before he would finish, you hurried out and back. Not leaving a trace. You’d have to wait until Cora put her own on. But no matter what he wore, odds are, it would work.
It felt good. Deliciously good.
The next day, the church would be empty. You hurried to the little safe. Again, you took out some money. Again, you snuck it in your shoe. Again, you hurried home and put it in a blank envelope. Your magic that night would slip it under Cora’s doorstep. As you had your alibi of sitting in the parlor reading the Bible, you could do it while looking at Second Corinthians and not outside.
Consistency was key. The council and congregation had to realize there was a certain gap each week in what they pledged to give and what was recorded as then. Once they saw the gap that was Will’s responsibility and someone found that exact amount in Cora’s possession….no matter how much Will insisted on his innocence, there would be evidence.
And no one would suspect you. For you were now the “Miracle” woman. Seemingly blessed by God. No thoughts in your pretty head except becoming a rectory bride and nothing else.
The next morning, it hit you that you had to keep up appearances and then some. Since you were “blessed” by God, you would be a blessing. That would make them all like you even more.
When you first returned after the disaster that occurred with Grendel, you would walk about. Feeling like a shelled piece, your center torn out and thrown away. You would notice the looks on their faces. Once, they had a silent mixture of pity and disgust for you being “ruined.” But now, after the miracle, the suspicious town who thought anything and everything they saw was a part of something monstrous, magical, and greater than themselves be it in terror or awe… Now, they liked you.
And you had to make them like you even more.
You looked up at your parents at breakfast over your poached eggs.
“Oh! How are the Crawfords doing? I hear Mrs. Crawford is fond of flowers, may I go pick some for her?” you asked.
Your mother smiled approvingly, asking of the neighbors back home.
“With the Trickster god about, not in the woods! You must be careful, but you may buy some,” advised your mother.
With a smile, you went out, got to the flower shop, and bought a pretty bouquet of daffodils for Mrs. Crawford. You called on in time for tea and she cooed over the gift.
“Oh my- what a sweet girl you are, Miss Y/L/N!” she exclaimed.
She then revealed her hobby- collecting cookbooks and recipes.
“Oh- please tell me the recipe for making those little cakes, Mrs. Crawford! I’d like to surprise the Sunday School class for this week! Poor little dears, they deserve something nice!” you said.
She scribbled down the recipe that she learned from her mother, and then handed it to you.
For the next week, your free hours were spent building up a rapport. Patting children on the head, smiling at strangers, doing little acts of charity. It was better to stretch it out rather than pile it on thick in one go. It would seem natural.
One day, Martha, Mrs. Seaborne’s maid, was walking out with the widow’s little boy. In her pockets, there were pamphlets. You recognized it as from a magazine that was notorious in town for its liberality. He was doing his best to keep up with his chubby little legs, one tall arm reaching up to hold onto Martha’s. You stopped and greeted them like friends.
“Oh, hello there! Tell your mistress I cannot wait for the party! And how well he looks! What is his name?”
“Oh, hello there! And he- you have never been introduced! His name is Franklin, but we all call him Frankie,” explained Martha.
You bent your knees down to greet the little boy. Though you addressed him, his eyes would flitter anywhere but yours. They only flicked to you as you smiled, exuding warmth. Then you got back up to greet Martha. You asked her a little about the pamphlets. She rattled on about some bold, interesting, and brave ideas about slums and the treatment of the poor. So much, Frankie let go and was about to waddle away. She then gasped, out of her own spell, and gathered the boy back up.
“Already such a handsome lad! And so well-behaved!!” you cooed.
Martha bounced him a little and smiled at you.
“Perhaps you and the Reverend shall be blessed and there shall be a third in the vicarage soon!” Martha replied.
Loki’s voice rang in your head.
‘There better not be.’
You made sure to have such interactions with someone at least once a day. It was a little fun though. One benefit of being a clergy spouse was the opportunity to get to know others and do little acts of kindness for the community. To think, even before you were betrothed to Will, you could have done it. Done things like these for others, only with no plan behind it. Perhaps you would in Asgard.
You questioned Luke on his doings and said you would pray for him. You gave a beggar in town a few coins and he returned the favor by showing you an abandoned church. You told Mr. Banks to please stop drinking in excess and gave Mrs. Banks money for her pains. You smiled at grumpy old Mr. Cracknell despite his sneers. You gave flowers and gifts and cooked and baked for everyone- now they would all love you.
You once overheard two ladies smile at you. As you left, you heard their whispers- “She truly is a Blessed Lady!”
All would respect their miracle woman. See her as perfect for their Lusty Vicar. For his house and bed and ministry. At least, sweet and innocent. And at most- the Perfect Ideal of a Woman blessed by God Himself. And never suspect the secrets inside you.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
The evening arrived for Cora’s birthday party. You put on a nice dress of velvet and navy blue. This was partially for Stella, so even if it wasn’t the bohemian style your friend had a weakness for, it still was apt you should don her color. As you continued to get ready, you found your hands shaking as you put on your last bit of jewelry.
Gathering your gift placed in a box and wrapped up in ribbon, you headed to her house. Arriving at the front door, you lifted your hand to knock. Part of you hesitated. Your hand floated above in a trembling mess, curled and crumpled, as if to squeeze yourself into reality.
The old hesitation seeped in like tea levees in a forgotten cup of water, one that was once boiling and now grew tepid with each passing second. Should you do this? The coat was already in your hands, too late to be ungiven…should you just give it to her like a decent person and not use its magic? Should Cora be punished?
What if your father was right, and it was just “silly jealousy”?
Were you just bitter about Cora’s rejection of traditional feminine norms? Did it shock you to the point where you were upholding traditions blindly? Criticizing her for being an unfeminine woman? Feeling anger in her brashness and her boldness, because you projected your insecurities on her unfairly? You felt in your soul women should be considered equal to men….yet here you were, your heart turned against another woman! An unfeminine woman! An unconforming woman! Must you be a hypocrite and tear her down?
Not to mention her past. Cora’s husband hurt her and beat her. What a nightmare that must have been!
That was one odd similarity between you both- you loved two men, two cruel men- Mr. Seaborne and Will. And while Will never once raised his hand to hurt you, he didn’t have to.
And it must have been uneasy- having one little son who it was rumored was an “odd” child. And part of you…admired her wanting to pursue a passion, of bravely entering a male-dominated field, and wondered at the discrimination she must have experienced…
Your mind was reeling as you knocked on the door.
The maid, Martha, opened it. She greeted you kindly. “Ah there! Miss Y/L/N! Welcome in! Cora- come quick! Miss Y/L/N has arrived! And she has a gift!”
As Martha stepped aside, you came into the warmth of the house. A fire was crackling and there was chatter in the next room. You took a deep breath to steel yourself, as Cora walked to greet you. Donned in slightly fancier attire and her usual grey.
“Oh- hello there. Welcome in,” she greeted with a smile. Her voice a low mezzo.
You walked in and presented the present.
“For you, happy birthday Mrs. Seaborne,” you replied with a kind smile, despite your stomach churning. Perhaps you should just leave it, not enact what you set up inside, and let it alone.
Martha dutifully took the present and left. Cora went up to you with a smile.
“How glad you could be here! I hope I can call you my good friend, Miss Y/L/N,” she said.
Your senses reached out and could feel something in the pocket of her dress.
It was a letter she was going to send tomorrow morning.
A love letter to Will.
You felt your jaw and fists become tight.
“Oh, thank you! Please excuse me- I’m going to get something to drink,” you excused.
Promptly turning around, you began to walk over, your head spun for a bit. You found the dining room did have some red punch. Guests chatted with each other, ignoring you. You made yourself drink slowly. You urged your breathing to slow despite your racing heart and mind.
She called you her friend to your face, yet had the audacity to continue to pursue the man about to be your husband!
You took another sip. You felt some of the cold punch dribble on your mouth. You grabbed a napkin and wiped it. The little red drops look like blood on the crumpled cloth.
You then made up your mind about her. It didn’t matter if she pursued science or housewifery, it didn’t matter if she wore corsets or refused them. It didn’t matter who she was or what she liked. And it especially didn’t matter what happened in her past.
Even if it all explained why…in no way could you excuse or condone her actions.
If Will had forced himself on Cora if he lied about you to her… there would be nothing to forgive. She would be a victim as much as you.
But that’s not what happened.
A thought began in you, growing, spinning around in your mind in its quiet, angry, bitter delirium.
She knew Will wasn’t free…and she did it anyway…
And for that, Cora would receive punishment. There was no regret in your systems now. You would enact the gift when the time was right.
It even made you more motivated to enact the next part of your plan here- one seed was planted when Martha carried that present away. Now you had to figure out where to send the next letter. You were glad you remembered. Even if the present didn’t work- you would at least figure out where to send the letter.
But for now, you had to calm yourself. Take deep breaths and take note of the current moment.
A small group of people were gathered in the parlor. Saying you felt better after getting a little dizzy, you went over to meet them. You took note of those you knew. There was Mr. Charles and Mrs. Katherine Ambrose. A couple that lived close to Will. They were looking forward to having you as neighbors. They already viewed you as such as you went up to greet them. Charles shook your hand excitedly.
“How good to see the lady of Reverend Ransome! How is he today?” he asked.
Ransome…that was an odd name. Once you would have loved and now…how hollow it felt. Empty. It was going to be Stella’s name in another lifetime if it wasn’t you. Ransome- like the word “ransom”. Which meant to hold someone as their prisoner. To trap. There was a second meaning to the word to. And also the bargaining, the deal. The money paid would set prisoners free. So you would have been ransomed to be a Ransome and in need of a Ransom. Perhaps others would see the second meaning if you married him and lived a life of lies in that tall, white vicarage.
Only you knew which meaning it would take on for you or Stella had either of you married Will.
“He’s lovely. Said hello to us after everything he did. He was busy as a bee today- helped a farmer whose sheep broke out into the field. Then he was off to scold Mr. Banks about his crudeness over tea and biscuits,” you reported.
Katherine promised to indulge you in secrets of marriage and housewifery, gathered in gossip and recipes, and should the time come, child-rearing. You smiled and listened to her.
A few others trickled in. Luke you recognized was finger-combing his short hair. All sipping on drinks and biting off bits of treats before dinner of roast lamb.
As you sat down to the little main course you saw Martha bouncing along Frankie. Cora turned her head to the maid, nanny, and now it seemed, a cook too.
“Martha, make sure Frankie is in his bed by now, please.”
“Oh, of course, Miss,” Martha replied.
Cora turned around and began to pour out small glasses of wine for everyone. But you found yourself looking at Martha.
You took note of the look on Martha’s face. She hadn’t left but was staring at Cora. Lovingly, full of longing, blushing cheeks and soft eyes with a little smile…she hesitated before she turned and left.
Part of you was a little shocked. You were surprised- you knew your husband liked both men and women, so you shouldn’t be so shocked. It was the kind that took you by complete surprise and made you a little worried for her. But you looked down on your plate of dinner and ignored it, pretending like you didn’t see as you began to take nibbles off your side dishes.
Excusing himself, Luke turned around to leave for the parlor. Everyone gave little looks in confusion. Then he returned with a bouquet full of red roses. People gave little gasps, smiles, and the little laughter of delighted surprise, except for the birthday lady. She sat up, her posture rigid and her small eyes darkening, her round face still pale.
He knelt and gave the bouquet to Cora in a flourish.
“Roses for your birthday, our dear Cora! In addition to the present!” he declared.
But the object of this grand gesture did not change one bit in her face or body.
“Oh…thank you, they’re very nice,“ Cora replied politely. She took the flowers, set them aside, and continued eating. All as she did, he smiled big and tried to pay compliments, but she ignored him.
Oh, good grief! Was every person in town in love with Cora!? Did she have admirers popping in everywhere to swoon over her!?
Then again, it would cause a rift in your plans. For the third letter you had already decided that you would leave it in church where a member of the congregation would pick it up. You would have to take note of where Luke and Martha sat in church. If they discovered the letter, heartbroken as they would be, they wouldn’t tell a soul. Especially Martha considering this was her employer!
It then hit you…everyone loved Cora. Everyone owned up to Cora and offered their hearts. She had her pick of anyone in town, any soul…
And she chose your fiancee.
She knew he wasn’t free…and she did it anyway. The thought emerged again.
They began to talk. Soon there was a two-layered cake delivered. It had a coating of white buttercream that seemed delicious on the outside, but the inner cake was bitter and stale to your tongue. Yet the others greedily devoured the pieces anyway, only wiping away the cream on their mouths with napkins.
You reached your powers out. You found her room, her desk, her letters. Where was it- where was it? There were letters. Of course, the love letters from Will. But nothing- she must have already sent things! Oh, you couldn’t find anything! Was it hopeless? Should you plant two letters in the church?
But then, right before you could search further….a miracle occurred.
“I only wish to have more evidence. Mr. Sawyer of the Royal Institution was interested. He wished to see my notes on the fossils. Though it appears I will have to give him a hypothesis that he considers ‘great’ enough. That’s what I wish for my birthday,” Cora sighed.
“Do not fret, but keep at it. They will listen soon!” encouraged Katherine.
You took note as you delicately ate. Remembering the name. Etching it into your mind to be reached again.
You bore the rest of the party patiently, then said you were tired and excused yourself. The Ambroses cooed saying that the little parsonage bride would indeed need it in her excitement for the upcoming day. They escorted you back home.
The next day, you stopped at the library. You found the address of the Royal Institution of London, copying it down onto a piece of paper.
Once you got home from the party, you got out an envelope. You got out the second love letter, the “come quickly” letter being tucked in your bookshelf for Sunday.
The second love letter you placed in an envelope.
You then got out another piece of paper.
“Dear Mr. Sawyer, I have some unfortunate news regarding Mrs. Seaborne. I found this letter in the possession of Reverend Ransome, who is already engaged to a Miss Y/L/N. She is not of character fitting for your halls of science. Sincerely, Anonymous.”
Scurrying out, you sent it out to be mailed.
Now you only had to wait for Church. Use your senses to note where people sat. Then you’d plant the last letter.
Saturday Afternoon, no one would be there. You crept inside. Your senses reached out, feeling who sat where. You took note of where Martha and Luke sat. Even the Amrbose’s too, for they were fond of their neighbor and if they discovered the letter, wouldn’t talk. Martha liked the far left in the corner. Luke enjoyed the fourth in the middle from the door. The Amroses took the second pew to your left.
You got out one of the red, sturdy books of common prayer that sat there. Often there were pamphlets with the service order planted in the books. You picked a spot where none of Cora’s allies would sit. From your coat’s pocket, you got out the letter. The “come quickly” letter. The one that would shock and damn the most, for you had to get it to where it would reach more people.
You planted the letter inside the book. To make it, Will left it there by accident. A letter too juicy for anyone to resist or just leave.
Sunday morning, you delivered the little baked cakes for the children. and set it aside in the kitchen. They all cheered and gobbled them up, uttering thank you’s. You were immediately becoming a favorite to them. They went up and asked questions until they had to be corralled to learn about Mary and Matha. But even the old lady who taught them couldn’t resist one. She picked up a warm cake, sniffed it, and you saw her shoulders sag after she took a bite.
You went to the front row of the church. This was all normal. What was always done, despite your racing heart. You didn’t dare check your senses to feel when the moment happened. It would make you too anxious.
As people filtered through, if they didn’t find interest to go chatting with the miracle woman, you took note. Even during the service, your back turned to see all of them.
Finally the organ blared and it began again. You then returned to the service to look with pretend adoration at Will for one hour. In his white robes with a blue-green sash with gold ornaments, he stood before the crowd a the sanctuary. The bright, sunny day letting a bright light over the brown church.
“For our announcements, in just a month, we shall have our rescheduled wedding. We hope that those invited shall be available to join. And then, my dear Miss Y/L/N shall make me the happiest of men.”
You took note of those little wooden chandeliers. The cloudy, grey overcast day rather than a sunny one, their wicks were dry and unlit.
And he was standing right under one in the middle as he spoke on.
‘Do it, my dear,’ Loki whispered to you.
You made one of the unlit candles on the chandelier shake. Wriggling.
‘Fall’ you ordered it through your magic.
It then tipped over the side where Will remained for the announcements. There were a few gasps, and before he knew why-
PLUNK! The candle hit him right on his curly, auburn head.
He jumped his white sleeves up to his head with a noise he made out of pain. It wasn’t enough of a fall to do him any real harm, only a bit of pain.
The congregation burst into laughter. As did you. For all the tension inside of you, it was much needed.
The service began and then ended. When you checked it the next day…it was taken. You let out a smile, a deep breath through your system. A member of the congregation had “happened” upon the letter and took it. And likely read it. How could they not? Small places need entertainment. The content was far too shocking, too entertaining, too scandalous for someone in a small town not to read.
And they would do what people in a small conservative and religious town with nothing else to do did.
They would talk.
Then Mr. Brown would tell Mr. Miller would tell Mrs. Miller who would then tell the baker who would whisper it to his daughter and she would tell all of her friends at tea time and then one would tell Ms. Price and Ms. Price would tell Mrs. Banks who would tell Mr. Banks who would tell his drinking buddy Mr. Plume who would tell old Mr. Cracknell who would complain about it to Mr. Charles Ambrose who would then tell his wife Katherine. And by then Katherine wouldn’t talk and swear to secrecy about her neighbor but it would be too late because the silent melodrama behind everyone’s backs was already in its run.
The next two days, you could sense it. There was sadness, a pity on people’s faces as you greeted them. There was some hesitation when they talked- but they were even kinder to you than before.
When they interacted with Will, you noticed a cold politeness. One woman, after he left, crossed herself as if she met a demon. Some people seemed silently furious at Cora. Glaring at her.
The rumors started to circulate at last. The sweet virtuous, wonderful bride. The miracle bride. The bride who was blessed by God himself…only to suffer as it seemed her vicar was being tempted. The devil moving him to deny his oath before God. An oath he was ready to make before all of them. An oath already broken.
And you were now the figure of pity- poor, sweet Y/N! The bride God blessed! Now thrown away! What was he thinking?
So it would make the last three steps of your plan fall into place.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
It was Wednesday and Will was going to be here for dinner. Your mother rolled up her sleeves and began to cook away. You promised to wipe down every surface clean and sweep the steps outside. As you stepped out with a broom, you looked out at the front. Nervousness tightening your chest.
It was time to enact the next step. Part of you hesitated to do this.
But Will would be here tonight. It was the right time it would work- a time after he left when rumors were running high.
And if you did, then everything would start falling into place. You just had to gather your courage to do it.
You set your hand before the door.
This is going to hurt him more than it shall hurt me, you thought as a comfort.
You waved your hand over the front of your house at the door. Concentrating hard.
Nothing happened. Not yet. It was all coming into place. You swept with more of a flourish.
Once you had finished your errands, you saw your mother hurry out.
“What is the matter?” you asked.
“Oh, apples! I forgot! There is a new shop here with orchards from farmers! This fellow, Mr. Armstrong grows the finest apples! I forgot to buy some- I must be back in time to finish supper!” she chatted, putting on her hat as she scurried away.
It wasn’t long before she hurried and set the apples in a bowl. Though you insisted on being there to help with dinner. You had to learn to cook for your husband, you said. Preaching works up an appetite.
Another dinner, another evening like no other. Will got up a napkin and wiped the sauce off of his goatee before he continued. He reached a hand to hold yours, though it felt like a grip on you. Your mother cut everything into bits taking small bites. Your father devoured his plate within a minute.
Will looked over you, his eyes as soft as a lamb.
“I must keep you in my prayers now- and will help you. The council who appointed me- The Reverend Eckheart, Moore, and Bishop Green shall be here. And you shall pray the council meeting goes well, yes?”
“Of course, love,” you replied with a small voice.
The council meeting. He thought they would sip tea and discuss theology. How little did they know…a man who the town thought an attempted murderer, rumored to be unfaithful, with evidence of him giving money from the church to his mistress. A woman who was probably by now exposed as a ruined woman to the largest and most prestigious institution of science.
Part of you wanted to wait longer to see it all happen.
Everyone then gathered to be by the fire in the parlor to read for a minute as dinners settled. A domestic, normal scene.
Will then announced he would leave. He shook hands with your parents and embraced you and kissed you on the cheek. It almost pained you- a glimpse of what could have been. Even of what was.
You were scared to enact your step. But you wanted your revenge more. You would not let your mind run wild- you would act rather than dwell. It was now or never.
He left, closing the door.
You waited, counting the time. You turned back to your knitting in the parlor. Your heart raced. You could sense him there already walking.
You took in a deep breath. Remembering the mantra.
“This shall hurt him more than it shall hurt me.”
Sitting down to your needlework, you turned your head away. You urged the magic on the front side of the house as he began to walk away.
‘Go alight now,’ you ordered.
It complied.
From outside of the front door, a fire grew. It’s smoke spread. You turned your head down and began to knit as if not noticing it. For surely the Miracle Woman was only attending her womanly needles per her duty as a wife to the church!
Then there was smoke in the parlor.
“Fire! There’s a fire!” shouted your father. Your mother screamed. And you screamed with her in your planned terror.
Mother pulled all of you out of the back door before any of you could be hurt.
Neighbors ran out, pulling out to make a makeshift fire department.
“Fire! There’s a fire! Fire at the Y/L/N house!”
Will, with what little decency in his holy heart he had, hurried back to see the damage. You wailed out tears and clung to him like any sensible damsel in distress.
The neighbors hurried with buckets of water, and Will helped. Instead, you leaned on your mother, hugging her and crying, shaking it out per the innocent little victim. The Harris’s got wind and ran out, and soon the fire was silent by the water people managed to get out and toss at it. Even before it could creep in and destroy the place or hurt any of you.
But the front door and area were charred some, there was no denial about that.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you all! How frightening!” you said, tears streaming down your face like the little ingenue you pretended to be. You smiled at each one.
“Don’t worry, we promise, you’re safe now!” assured Mrs. Banks. From her white shawl, she reached out a hand to squeeze your shoulder.
“Why…what happened? There were no lamps, no candles there, nothing that could be alight!” your father wondered.
“Hm, looks like it started in the front,” Mr. Harris noted.
“There was nothing there! Could it be an accident? Oh- to think the house nearly burned down! How horrible!” you would cry, shivering like a doe in a rainy forest. Perfect for him to wrap his arms around, the image of a victim and now the one who began it.
“What happened before?” asked Mrs.Harris in concern.
“Oh, nothing! Reverend Ransome came by to visit, he just left. Then it occurred!” your mother reported. “We shall be fine, just careful! Just some charring in the front- nothing big!”
People would wonder. But you felt their eyes on him.
By the next morning, You knew the rumors would turn.
They already knew of the rumor of the affair. Now…with nothing else but the fire…
Someone tried to kill you, kill their precious miracle woman. There was nothing that could have caught fire by accident and it was started from the outside.
By someone who must have been out.
And it was Will who was there and was seen just outside and left right as it began.
The talk would turn.
Did he want to…kill his fiancee, the beloved darling YN, the miracle woman who emerged from Loki blessed by God? Why…then that made it even worse!
Moods would turn against him. Bad. People were polite, but their eyes would soften at you. Poor, pitiful Y/N! If this happened- then the Lusty Vicar was a Lusty Scoundrel! They frowned but kept polite. Oh, if only some act of God would happen to set him and his little tart in their place.
But one act was on the way. The last step in your plan.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Three days passed. And each morning you checked your senses to see where Cora was. It made you nervous. Your heart racing.
Then one morning, you woke up in the early dawn again. Your parents were still asleep. You could only wrap a shawl around you. Though the golden and emerald wedding ring remained on your desk. You fit it around your finger. Not too loose to fall off, but not too tight to squeeze it.
Stomach rumbling, you could only sip on a little coffee. Picking an apple from the bowl, you took a bite of it. Tasting the juices that tickled down your throat and crunched like bones in your mouth.
Your senses alerted you. Cora was wearing the new coat. She was in the marshes, in the woods.
Now. Now. Now! You urged. It was finally time. Time you would go home.
You got a letter left on your desk. You wrote it before and would leave it planted. Explaining that you loved Loki, you married him already, and that you were going to reside in Asgard already with him. Especially to fight Grendel. And that Stella once she was healed would be returned home too.
Then you set off. Your heart raced as you went through the woods in only your nightgown and shawl as you hunted Cora’s path like a predator.
Your thoughts reached out to Loki.
'Listen to me! It’s almost time!' you cried. 'Hm, yes my dear, time for what? I do prefer specifics,’
'Loki-I’m going to complete the last part of my revenge. Then I am about to give a signal. When I do- open a portal. And take me home to Asgard, Please!'
'Oh, anything for you,’ he agreed.
You caught your breath. Beneath the dirt had gotten on your little slippers. On the bottom of your skirt.
It was a similar scene. There in the chill woods where the birds sang about and an owl hooted over his night’s hunt. The little mist. The light wind made it cooler. You had known it before. And you would not stop to pick flowers anymore.
You were so familiar with this, this dream, this nightmare, this dance where you could recall each step.
So when you went behind a tree and turned to the field, the sight shouldn’t have shocked you.
Will and Cora. Her in the new grey coat and him again undone in his shirt and tan coat. The same scene again.
You thought you were strong, a brave person, thought you could take it, chew it, devour it, and digest and it shouldn’t bother you, it shouldn’t have…but…You felt the cold shocks, the electricity made with ice running down you. Pat of your vision blurry, making yourself small. Feeling small.
This time, Will placed his green scarf over Cora.
They talked a little bit. You couldn’t hear their words. Only small. Romantic.
He grabbed the long end and gently tugged it over so she would be close to him.
The exact same tug that he did at your skirt not long ago.
Yes, you were crying, small tears down. Your breathing faster and your mind whirring. Yes, you were shaken just like the girl you were before. Your mind was stricken with panic to where it wasn’t clear. You knew it would happen- yet why did it hurt again? You felt almost on the cusp of panicking, collapsing. Your failure and imperfections there in your soul, twisting like a knife to your chest. Your thoughts strangling you.
‘I’m not good enough, I’m not good enough, I’m not good en-’
‘You are good enough, Y/N Darling, you are to me,’ Loki cut in.
His voice broke out. You felt calmer.
You hid behind a tree. And waited. For whatever conversation, be they talking with their mouths or sticking each other’s private bits up the others, would be done.
You were different now- and this time, you had everything in place. You were not going to run. Fury was building in you. Ready to explode, run, scream. Yet you kept silent.
'Loki…keep me calm, steady, please…'
'Yes, my love- you are brave. You’re a brave, wonderful, clever woman. I love you, Y/N. You are my True Love, my wife, and my princess. I love you so much.',/em>
'I love you too.'
'Is that the signal?'
'No…I’m waiting for them to stop…'
You looked back.
Cora was alone now. Will must have walked off to the woods or fields or wherever. No scarf around her neck. The mantra repeating in your mind.
"She knew he wasn’t free. She did it anyway.”
Your eyes glared at her. You stepped a little out to see clearly. Though she was in the distance and you must have been just a figure, at most a phantom. Her small eyes down on the ground and a blush on her cheeks, nothing in her blonde hair streaked with red but her lover.
You kept your eyes focused and took a breath as you lifted your hand. Letting your anger run cold.
“She knew he wasn’t free. She did it anyway.”
You let that phrase be your guide as you pointed with a finger.
With a breath, you got out your magic. Urging it to tear the sleeve open from the outside.
After she did, she went up to glance at you.
Cora felt something off, feeling it funnily on her arm. She reached inside. Then her nose crinkled at feeling something. Then she got out the scrap of folded paper. Curiously, she took it out. She unfolded it and flipped it over to the side with words.
You stepped out of the tree. You gathered your face to be still, your body still. Only a woman in a bridal-white nightgown staring calmly at her, only your eyes showing what anger you held in your heart.
You waited until her tiny, scrunching eyes saw the phrase you had written. For just one second to pass for her to process it.
One second to react. To look up. To see you in the woods, the paper shaking in her hand.
It read:
“Mrs. Ransome sends her regards”
In a heartbeat, flicked your wrist, triggering the magic on the coat.
The coat burst into flames and Cora with it.
Your senses alerted you that Will was some distance in the field, praying. Wearing his coat- one that you cursed.
With a flick of your wrist, you let it burst into flames too.
It was poetic. Stella’s suicide attempt would have been a death of water. So it seemed fitting that theirs should be fire.
You turned around. You would not watch to see if Cora survived.
It didn’t matter.
As you walked into the woods, you heard her. The high-pitched, womanly, tormented scream of Cora Seaborne.
You smiled a little as you walked further and away.
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36. Yours
Warnings: Smut, FLUFF A/N: It is with both pride and sadness that I say this is the concluding chapter to this series, (though I may write an epilogue). I hope you enjoyed it!
“Darling, we’re going to be late for our dinner reservation,” Tom’s voice called from your foyer. 
“Just a minute,” you responded from your bedroom while you put on your earrings. You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before meeting your boyfriend, waiting (mostly) patiently by the front door, looking dashing as ever. “Hey, handsome.”
His face lit up when he saw you. “Hello, beautiful,” he purred as he pulled you in for a kiss. He tried to keep it chaste but you couldn’t help but slip your tongue between his lips while you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him in as close as possible. When the kiss ended, he opened his eyes slowly, looking dazed.
“Just a gentle reminder that we don’t need to go out,” you said sweetly. “We’ve waited long enough.”
He took a deep breath and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry, darling, but I’m going to do this right.”
“When have we ever done things ‘right?’” you asked, chuckling. 
“That’s exactly my point! I’ve never actually taken you out on a date!”
“You are more than welcome to take me out on a date after we’ve had sex,” you suggested, bringing your hands up to play with the open collar of his shirt.
He put his hands on your wrists and stroked his thumbs across your knuckles. “Will you please let me do this? I promise you it will be worth it.” He looked down at you with pleading eyes, the kind that made your chest ache a bit, and you realized he wasn’t just doing this out of chivalry. He was trying to make up for the last time the two of you had had sex, months ago, despite numerous attempts on your part to make him realize that you were both at fault for that night. If this is what it would take for him to forgive himself, then you would happily oblige.
“Okay, darling,” you replied, cupping his face in your hand and softly stroking his cheek. 
He kissed the inside of your wrist. “Thank you, love.” And with that, the two of you left for the restaurant. 
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Ever since you started dating Tom, even though you were fully aware that he was a celebrity, it never really felt like you were dating a celebrity. That is until your date that night. He had parked in a secluded spot behind the restaurant and the owner let the pair of you in the back entrance through the kitchen. You expected to be led to some sort of secluded dining room, away from the other customers. Instead, you stepped out into the main dining room, but there were no other customers. It was empty and the curtains were closed on large front windows to obscure the view of any paparazzi or other passers by. In the middle of the room there was a table donned with a white table cloth, candles, rose petals, and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. 
Tom pulled out your chair for you to sit and then sat down across from you. You looked at him with wide eyes. “Tom, this is…” you paused, looking around the room. “…amazing! Did you buy out the whole bloody restaurant?”
He chuckled lightly. “You deserve it, princess. Besides, I like to keep my private life private. At least as much as I possibly can.” 
“I think we’re fairly well rehearsed at that by now,” you joked, winking playfully at him.
“Be that as it may,” he replied with a smile before turning a bit more serious. “I won’t always be able to protect you from the paparazzi and fans, though I will try my hardest.” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. He looked apprehensive. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”
“I am,” you responded without hesitation. You had actually thought about this a lot since you first started dating Tom. Back then it was a fairly significant source of anxiety for you, fearing that your boss or a parent of one of your students would find out about your relationship via a pap photo in some trashy tabloid magazine. But now that your relationship was no longer taboo, fans and media prying into your relationship seemed a bit more tolerable. More than that, it was a sacrifice you were more than willing to make to be with the man you loved. 
“And while I would love to have you on my arm for every public event I attend, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about walking the red carpet with you,” you confessed bashfully. “Though I’m not nearly as photogenic as you.”
Tom smiled and shook his head. “Are you joking? Darling, you should know by now how gorgeous you are. Your smile alone would have everyone enamored with you in an instant!”
You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your smile as you looked down at your menu, but he used his index finger to lift your chin back up to look at him and his voice dropped to a low timbre. “And don’t get me started on how wild it drives me when you bite your lip like that.”
Your breath hitched and you immediately felt a gush of arousal between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, Tom’s tongue darting out to wet his lips. You wanted to fuck him right there on the table and you were sure he wanted it too, but then he snapped himself out of it, clearing his throat and releasing your chin as he leaned back in his chair and smiled warmly at you. You smiled back, but you couldn't help but look a bit flustered as you adjusted yourself in your seat and the two of you began perusing the menu.
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Your dinner was possibly the best food you’d ever had, but it still didn’t quite take your mind off of other things. While you ate, your eyes wandered over his every feature: his jaw, down his neck, across his collar bone, and down to the little bit of chest hair peeking out from his open collar, imagining the trail of kisses you’d leave along that exact same path, and then lower and lower…
Tom’s voice saying your name pulled you from your trance. Your eyes snapped back up to his soft blue gaze. “I was going to ask if you wanted dessert, but I think you just answered my question,” he said with a grin. He signaled for the waiter and promptly paid the check before the two of you hastily made your way to the car.
Tom opened the passenger side door for you to get in, and then proceeded around the car to get in the driver’s seat. As soon as he shut the door behind him, you grabbed him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. The two of you immediately lost yourselves in it. With your lips firmly locked with his, you climbed over the center console to straddle his lap. Your hands in his hair, his hands roaming your curves, the two of you were panting and whimpering until you reached down to undo his belt.
“Not here,” Tom said, reluctantly pulling his lips away from yours and moving your hand away from his bulging groin. 
“Babyyyyyy,” you whined, grinding your hips against his. 
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Princess, will you please buckle up so I can take you home?” he asked sweetly.
You let out a conceding sigh. “Only if you show me how fast your jag can go,” you teased. You kissed him on the cheek and then climbed back into the passenger seat, giving him a smirk as you fastened your seatbelt.
He chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do.” And with that, he revved the engine and took off towards his house.
The car ride was filled with light touches and sultry giggles, and when you arrived at Tom’s place, he lifted you up as soon as the front door closed behind the two of you, hitching your legs over his hips and carrying you to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed with you in his arms and kissed you feverishly while you unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Then you stood up in front of him and slowly peeled off your dress to reveal the red lace lingerie you had picked out for the occasion. 
He stared up at you in awe, his eyes roaming over your figure. When his gaze met yours again, it was so intense that you felt your heart begin to pound in your chest. You bit your lip and looked down at the floor. He stood up slowly in front of you, putting one hand on your waist and the other lifted your chin, encouraging you to look at him again. Leaning in close, he brought his lips to yours, caressing them tenderly. You closed your eyes and felt a warmth wash over your body from both love and lust as you kissed him softly. 
When your lips eventually parted, Tom swallowed hard as he slowly opened his eyes. “Lie down for me?” he requested quietly, lightly stroking his thumb across your chin. 
You nodded as you flashed him a coy smile, and then you laid down on your back on the bed. As you did so, he watched you intently while he took off his trousers and boxers. As soon as he was free of his clothes, he crawled on top of you, hovering over you possessively and kissing you deeply. You spread your legs and wrapped them around his hips, pulling him close to you. When you felt his cock glide against your clit, you moaned softly into the kiss, but he pulled away slightly to look at you. 
“Not yet,” he told you in a low, soft tone. “We’re going to take this nice and slow tonight. Okay, sweetheart?” With a feather-light touch, he rubbed his nose against yours. 
You simply nodded again, entranced by his intense affection. With his index finger he lightly traced the patterns in the lace that covered your breasts and stomach. 
“You look so sexy in this, darling,” he told you sweetly. “But I haven’t seen you naked in months.” 
Hooking his fingers under the straps, he began pulling your lingerie off of you while you wiggled out of it. After discarding it on the floor, he knelt on the bed in front of you, taking in the sight before him. He licked his lips as you parted your legs. Then he leaned down and captured your lips in another passionate kiss, his hand finding your breast and kneading it tenderly, occasionally brushing his thumb over your nipple. 
Eventually his lips left yours to place a kiss to the corner of your jaw, and then another one just behind your ear. A soft sigh escaped your lungs as you brought your hand up to gently caress the nape of his neck. 
His kisses continued downward, leaving a trail of tingling electricity in their wake: your neck, your collar bone, your chest. When he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples you gasped softly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. 
As he continued his descent down your body, worshiping every inch of you, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter in anticipation, until you finally felt his soft lips kiss your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief, as if he was putting aloe vera on a sunburn. You had forgotten just how good his mouth felt between your legs. Clearly he felt similarly because he moaned in unison with you when he licked up the length of your slit. 
“Fuck, I missed the way you taste,” he mused, his breath fanning your soaked cunt before he continued exploring it with his tongue. He lapped at your inner walls while his nose gently nudged your clit, driving you wild in the process.
With both hands in his hair, you tugged on his locks. “Please, baby,” you begged. You didn’t have to say any more than that. He knew what you wanted. He dragged his tongue up to your clit and slowly drew circles around it as he inserted one, and then two fingers into your channel, causing you to arch your back and moan. Then he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked while his fingers curled inside of you, and that’s when you came tumbling over the edge. “Oh yes! Don’t stop! Fuck!”
He continued his actions until he felt you begin to relax, at which point he removed his mouth and fingers from your throbbing cunt and crawled back up to you, smiling down at you with his lips and chin glistening from your arousal. 
“How was that?” he asked, looking down at you earnestly as he stroked your hair. “Any pain?”
“None whatsoever,” you replied, smiling up at him. “It felt so fucking good.” 
A huge smile spread across his face. “Good,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you softly. 
As you kissed him back, you reached down between your bodies and wrapped your hand around his thick shaft, giving it a couple of pumps before gliding the tip through your slick folds. He let out little whimpers and huffs against your lips until finally he pulled away to look at you. 
“Are you sure you’re ready, sweetheart?” he asked softly, concern in his voice. 
“Yes,” you whined, bucking your hips. “I need you inside me so bad!”
He rested his forehead against yours, looking intensely into your eyes. “Tell me if anything feels even the slightest bit uncomfortable, okay?”
You cupped his face in your hands. “I’ll be fine, baby. I promise.” 
He rolled his hips slowly, gently pushing his length inside you until he was completely engulfed in you. You both groaned at the wonderful feeling. Then he stilled there for a moment and began giving you the softest little kisses. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “So much.” More kisses. “More than I can possibly express.”
“I love you too,” you replied softly, grinning widely against his lips while they caressed yours over and over in kisses sweeter than honey. 
You slowly began to move your hips, signaling to him you were ready for him to move, and he did just that. Slowly, he pulled back, and then carefully pushed forward again. You thought it was so sweet how gentle he was being with you. He repeated this over and over, all the while his lips lingered longer and longer on yours. A mix between a sigh and a moan escaped from your lungs and tangled with his own soft groans of pleasure as you were finally able to feel him move inside you again. You both kept that sensually slow pace for a while, reveling in the intense love coursing between your connected bodies, and then the tempo began to gradually increase. His breathing became more labored and his kisses sloppier. He moved his mouth to your neck, sucking almost desperately as he began to thrust into you. A breathy whimper escaped you with each snap of his hips, and you could feel the tension building in you, ready to release at any moment. 
“Tom,” you moaned, bucking your hips up to meet his at an even faster pace.
“Y/n,” he breathed needily in your ear.
You raked your nails across his back. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Please, come with me!” 
With a grunt, he lifted his head to look at you as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. You met his gaze as you felt a warmth spread through your entire body once again. You felt your muscles tense and the coil in your belly tighten until it suddenly snapped. Your cunt clenched and fluttered around his cock in what you were certain was the most intense orgasm of your life, but you kept your eyes on him as you watched him come undone at the same time. You cried out each other's names while you rode out your collective high.
When you began to come down, you smiled brightly up at Tom, who beamed back at you, and you felt your eyes well up with tears. They fell down across your temples, through your hair, and onto the pillow. You knew this might have concerned Tom, had he not had tears in his own eyes as well, which fell onto your cheeks as he placed another deep kiss to your lips. 
When your lips finally parted, he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him so that you were laying on top of him. You rested your chin on his chest as you gazed lovingly at each other and he gently stroked your hair. Neither of you said anything for a long while, until Tom spoke seemingly out of nowhere.
“Marry me,” he said, barely above a whisper. 
It took a moment to process what he had said. You searched his face for any sign that he was joking. When you found none, you thought perhaps you heard him wrong. “What?”
“Marry me,” he repeated with a soft smile.
You smiled broadly and chuckled. “You’re mad,” you replied casually, though surely he could feel your heart beating fast against his stomach. 
“I might be,” he replied, his smile never faltering. “Does that mean your answer is ‘no?’”
“I don’t remember hearing a question,” you retorted as you moved to lay on your side next to him, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking down at him.
He chuckled, tracing your curves with the tips of his fingers. “Are linguistics your only concern here?”
You cupped his face in your hand as your expression turned earnest. “I’m just worried you haven’t thought this through, that maybe you’re just caught up in the moment.” 
Tom bit back a smile, as if thinking of some private joke only he was in on. 
“What?” you asked with a giggle. 
“Close your eyes.”
You gave him a questioning look, but did as he said anyway. As soon as your eyes were closed, you felt the bed shift, and then heard the sound of his bedside table drawer open and shut. The bed shifted again as Tom laid back down next to you. 
“Open,” he said.
You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was Tom smiling back at you. He was lying on his side facing you, propped up on his elbow just as you were. The second thing you saw was the small black velvet box he was holding up in front of you. You looked at him wide-eyed.
“I bought this the day after we got back together,” he explained a bit sheepishly, looking down at the box. Then he looked back up at you. “So no, I’m not just caught up in the moment, but looking at you lying in my arms, looking more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen, I realised that I couldn’t wait any longer; I had to ask you now. But if this is too fast, I am more than willing to wait until you’re ready.”
“You still haven’t asked me anything yet,” you teased him, giggling through the tears in your eyes.
He laughed and shook his head at your adorable stubbornness that he loved so much. “Y/n,” he began affectionately. “I am more in love with you than I ever thought possible, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” As he asked you this, he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. 
For a moment you were speechless. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you grinned like an idiot until you remembered how to breathe. “Yes,” you choked out.
Tom looked at you in awe. “Really?”
This made you laugh. “Of course, you silly sod!” 
You kissed him hard on the lips, throwing yourself on top of him and knocking the ring, which was still in the box, out of his hand in the process.
“Darling,” Tom mumbled against your lips after a few moments of shameless snogging. You pulled away only slightly to look at him. “I can return the ring if you don’t like it.”
“Oh shit!” You quickly scrambled off of your new fiancé and looked frantically around for the little black box. As soon as you found it, you took the ring out and admired it fondly. “Sorry, baby, I got so excited! I really do love it though.” You were sitting on your knees facing away from Tom, and about to put the ring on, when you felt his chest press against your back
“May I?” he asked softly in your ear. He took the ring from your grasp and delicately slipped it onto your left ring finger before wrapping both arms snug around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. 
“Chelsea and Emma are going to freak out,” you thought out loud with a giggle. “Whether it will be in a good way or a bad way, I’m not sure.”
Tom chuckled in your ear. “Emma actually helped me pick out the ring.”
You turned your head to look at him. “She knew you were going to propose??”
“And I’m willing to wager she told Chelsea too.” 
“Those sneaky bitches!” You exclaimed jokingly.
“It turns out they can keep a secret after all.” 
He placed a light kiss to your shoulder and then he tickled your sides, causing you to squeal and giggle while you tried to squirm out of his grasp. Your reaction only spurred him on however, so he continued tickling you.
“Thomas William!” You attempted to scold him through your laughter. “Cut it out!”
Eventually you were able to wiggle yourself free, crawling towards your pillow in an attempt to escape, but Tom quickly pinned you down and resumed tickling you while he laughed into the crook of your neck. 
You shrieked and giggled until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay! Okay! Jötunheim!”
He stopped and lifted his head, looking at you amused. “Did you just use our old safe word?” he asked with a chuckle.
You smirked and giggled. “Maybe… it worked, didn’t it?”
He laughed and released your hands from his grasp. “Touché, my darling,” he conceded as he moved to lay on his side. 
You turned to face him, tangling your legs with his and laying your head on the same pillow, your nose almost touching his. 
“Do you remember what we originally used that word for?” Tom asked as he began running his fingertips up and down your arm.
“Of course I do,” you replied with a chuckle. “We tried so hard just to be friends.”
A smirk spread across his face. “Well, you did at least.”
You gasped and swatted him playfully on the chest. “You didn’t try at all?”
“I tried a little!” he said in defense. “But what was I meant to do? I was madly in love with you!”
“You were not,” you argued, rolling your eyes despite the huge smile on your face.
“Oh believe me, I was. Excruciatingly so.” Tom inched his face closer to yours, lowering his voice as if he was telling you a secret. “From the moment I met you, I was done for.”
You giggled at his dramaticism. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”
“At the time, it was,” he said matter-of-factly. “I was doomed to love a woman who couldn’t love me back.” There wasn’t a hint of sadness or pain in his voice, but a pang of guilt resonated in your chest all the same, causing your smile to fade. Noticing this, he brought his hand up to gently caress your face, lightly stroking his thumb back and forth across your cheek. “Little did I know,” he continued, “that I would one day convince that very same woman to agree to be my wife.”
Your smile returned, a warm glow replacing the pain in your chest. “You didn’t ‘convince’ me of anything.” You softly rubbed the tip of your nose against his. “I promise you, Tommy. I am yours. I’ve been yours. Even when we were apart, I was yours, and I’ll be yours for the rest of our lives.”
Tom looked deep into your eyes, his lips just barely touching yours. “And I’m yours. No matter what. Forever and always.”
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Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
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✑ Baby Fever by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "Loki's punishment had been to join the Avengers —where he met you. One thing [led to another], and a few years later, [you're] married —and now parents of a sweet baby girl called Ella."
✑ Brothers, the by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "A collection of fluff-based oneshots following Loki & Thor's tumultuous sibling relationship while they navigate Midgard life. No crowns, no thrones. Just silly stuff..."
✑ Creature Comforts by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "[You captivated Loki,] and you can’t understand why. He tries to get your attention until a disastrous accident occurs, pushing you to rely on him. Will his charm finally win you over? Or will you continue to stay in your comfort zone?"
✑ Man of the Month by muddyorbsblr & mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •
Summary: "[The Avengers need to create a fundraiser] accessible to more than just the rich & famous. [Tony suggests] making a calendar [featuring] the men of the Avengers, with you as the photographer. He also may or may not have let slip… that you have feelings for one of [the guys], so now it's up to them to see if you return their affection..."
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✑ 14 Hours to Cape by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •
Summary: "When the rest of the Avengers are sent on a mission to Cape Town, you're forced to stay behind to recover from a previous mission while Loki isn't trusted enough to go along. How will you cope, [staying] in the compound with the man [you love] when he seemingly wants nothing to do with you?"
✑ A Blessed Curse by fanficshiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki [is afflicted with a] curse separating him [in two]. One loki is the gentle smooth talking gentlemen that strokes your hair and utters sweet nothings of his devotion. The other is a confident Dom that tosses you over his shoulder to carry you to a more secluded area to have his rough and self satisfied way with you..."
✑ A Night of Passion by lady-rose-moon
✑ A Quiet Storm by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "A stormy morning and a sleepy Loki in your bed."
✑ Anaesthetic by sserpente • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine [needing wisdom teeth surgery;] much to the Avenger's amusement [leaves] you loopy, silly, and [clinging] to a certain God of Mischief…"
✑ Back in Your Arms by sarahscribbles • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with [Hela]."
✑ Consummation by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: After all the day's excitement, you and your new husband finally depart the festivities for a more *ahem*, intimate celebration.
✑ Desire by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Prompt(s): "Imagine catching Loki masturbating with a pair of your used knickers"
✑ Do I Haunt Your Mind? by sarahscribbles • 〔A〕 •
Summary: "You finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to Loki, but it goes badly wrong."
✑ Feast for the Eyes by holdmytesseract • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "A good Saturday morning means for you a gym workout. The only problem is, that the man you're into thinks exactly the same... And you just can't take your eyes off him..."
✑ First Light by wherethefandomat • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: Who would've thought happily ever after would be so tumultuous...
✑ Flirting with a God by sserpente • 〔F〕 •
Prompt(s): "Imagine shamelessly, flirting with Loki, whilst [you're] drunk."
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✑ Heaven Sent by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "The guys try a bunch of angel-themed pick up lines on you to see which one makes you fold."
✑ In the Dark of Night by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •
Summary: "Imagine Loki catching you having a sex dream about him. | le really couldn't resist intervening, now could he?"
✑ Laced Intentions by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You try to seduce your new lover with lingerie that he can't resist."
✑ Mission First, Right? by muddyorbsblr • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "You're plagued with doubts when Loki goes radio silent in the middle of a mission after being tasked to acquire intelligence in the possession of a drop dead gorgeous woman."
✑ Moments of Magic by sarahscribbles • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "You bring Loki two gifts [for] his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart."
✑ My Darling by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: you knew you had fucked up, you knew it and you enjoyed it
✑ My Girl by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: You and your lover enjoy a stolen moment of intimacy and pleasure.
✑ Never Enough by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: Loki tests your limits as he tries one last time to make you scream.
✑ Paper Trail by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki organises a romantic treasure hunt for you."
✑ Pretty Follies, the by mochie85 • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that they themselves commit."
✑ Quickie, the
✑ Reunion by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
Prompt(s): "Imagine Loki taking you [most] of the night after returning from a long mission. Exhausted, you… fall asleep with him still… deep inside… you… a few hours [later], you [awaken to] him lazily thrusting into you in his slumber… he is [unknowingly] using his seidr to render you completely helpless..."
✑ Talking in Your Sleep│Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F᜶C〕 •
Summary: "Loki returns from a recon mission to discover that you [haven't slept in four days]."
✑ To Fold & To Flex by mochie85 • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Loki didn't realize he was in love with you until he saw you from a new perspective."
✑ Urge, the by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Loki's lack of magical contraception yields unexpected results."
✑ What's the Occasion? by tripleyeet • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Craving more than just physical intimacy, you find yourself prying to learn more about your partner."
✑ What Makes a Princess? by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Morgan asks... about Jane's royalty status that leads to her revealing one of Loki's secrets"
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✑ Choices by mochie85 • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Even Gods Get Sick by sarahscribbles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Hello Mummy by lady-rose-moon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ I Want to Remember by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥��� •
✑ Kneel! by sserpente • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Little Darling by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Polish
✑ Sweet and Savoury by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Take It by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Tale of Two Roses, the by wheredafandomat • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ What Matters by sserpente • 〔A᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •
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