#thomas hiddleston fluff

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter 20 (Loki x fem! Reader Crossover Series, A Court of Thorns and Roses AU)

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: A sudden confrontation from the enemy...

Chapter Word Count: 4K

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Warnings: A sex scene that isn't smut. It isn't too explicitly described and is not meant to be super titillating and is brief.

It just occurred to me that said scene, while not explicit, could have what is considered dubious consent. Even if it is in her imagination, even though Reader verbally says "yes" in the fantasy, it is bc she is doing her duty as a wife, I can see how this is considered dub-con and could make some people too uncomfortable to enjoy the chapter. So, for your safety- It scene starts at "Now, hurry and get it over with, Will," and ends at "Then, when he was done-"

Mentions of cheating (I portray the Will/Cora affair in The Essex Serpent unsympathetically so if you have an issue with that, you have been warned). Supporting Women's Wrongs. Violence and blood implied sexual harassment, and fear of sexual assault (but it DOESN'T go there), scary stuff and angsty stuff, but a happy ending. Grammar mistakes and lack of editing or extra super revision bc I just wanted to Get This Shit Done (tm).

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When you found the letters on your first wedding day, you had a life already set before you. A life that would take an obtuse turn. Where all would happen…but you would not be happy. You had often wondered if the marriage to the revered went through.

You imagined the scene. One image haunted your mind once you saw the inside of your fiancee's house. Of when he was no longer your fiancee, but swore an oath before his God to be your husband. It was after the ceremony, the celebration where you could only stare blankly at the table, barely eating. And he would hold your hand as the sky got dark and lead you to the white house, ducked his head under the doorframe to go upstairs and commence the wedding night.

You lying on that blue bed. You said “yes”, because you were a dutiful wife. A motionless doll for him to play with, for there was nothing inside you to fight now. Stiff as a board on the bed. You would lift the skirt of your shift on the blue bed. Legs open and eyes open, face away and placid, consenting because it was your duty as a wife now. That was what good women did. Now, hurry and get it over with, Will.

The Lusty Vicar…well, living up to his nickname above you to put it delicately. Hearing him grunt in your ear, and feeling him over you, inside you.

Knowing who he was thinking of. Knowing who he was imagining beneath him, in him. Knowing who it was who made him lose his bearing.

And it wasn’t you.

Your face was turned away despite the position of the act, your eyes not wanting to even look at him. Feeling his sweat and how his curls brushed against you. Hoping he wouldn’t notice. Wouldn’t ask questions. Focusing yourself on the far left corner of the ceiling and not him or what he felt like. Creating a mental distance between the two of you in the ultimate act of physical closeness. You would not fool yourself and let yourself feel the pleasure of the marriage bed now that you knew the truth. You wouldn’t think of how much you wanted him, much less how much you loved him. Thinking of what you’d make for breakfast, what the next sermon should be on, or the dishes that needed to be washed tomorrow. Not on Will as he was on you, in you.

Then, when he was done- after he read his Bible on his lap, quietly reading aloud the verses, making a note to skip the fifth chapter of Matthew, verses twenty-seven through thirty.

You would make yourself small. In a feral position with the covers of the marital bed over you. You were a woman now in the town- wedded and bedded. But you wanted to be a child. You wanted to run back home to your father and mother in tears, knowing that a good cry and a little chocolate and tea would make everything better. But no. You weren’t a child anymore. You were a woman wedded and bedded. You were a wife. A priest's wife. A priest's unwanted wife.

You wouldn’t be able to quiet your mind to dream. It would be repeating that question, endlessly, on your lips, knowing it would ruin everything the minute you said it- “Why am I not good enough for you?”

But you wouldn’t speak. A wife never considers herself, she only considers what makes her husband happy. You’d stare at the wall. Waiting for him to fall asleep, tears quietly streaming down your face. You would have melted over the erotic sight of his strong upper body normally- but it wasn’t yours. He wasn’t for you. Not really.

Then, when you were certain he was asleep, you would quietly get up and leave the room.

You ended up wandering to his study. You turned on his lamp by the window. Perhaps you should try to read a dull, intellectual, dense book of his on theology to make you sleepy. But your eyes would only be drawn to the walls.

The green, elaborate wallpaper with vines, branches, and leaves, both golden and emerald. A few white flowers in bloom. You would walk to see more of it.

What struck you most was the image of a white bird with its wings stretched open. It flew over the leaves of various green and yellow branches. Among white and blue flowers in bloom- of a new, exciting life, of promise. And most of all, the animal stretching its ivory wings as if ruled over all. Like it could escape the paper easily, soar over your head, and out the window.

How you wished you could turn into that bird. So you could stretch your wings and fly far away from the town. From him. And leave it all behind for a new place, a new life.

But you couldn’t.

You would go downstairs, past the kitchen, to the main room. downstairs to curl up on the cushions before the window overlooking the wild marshland, the town. And let yourself sob.

Thank the norns Loki called in his deal when he did. You didn’t know what would happen. He’d call in the deal, but by then, it would be too late.

I’m not in that house, I’m in the woods, you reminded yourself.

Giving a deep breath through the woodsy, clean air, you made a mental note. You’d have to give your husband, the one that was your actual husband, who was not a godly husband but a plain old god husband- that long-awaited thank you. You didn’t think you could bear going through the marriage or have the scarlet letter for jilting him at the altar without an escape plan.

You thought you would just stay in Asgard. Take care of the cauldron and Grendel all neat in a little bow. Then things changed.

You would not be that passive, sobbing victim anymore.

You had fought. You managed to take your revenge, completely.

It wasn’t the right thing to do. It wasn’t healthy. But gods, was it freeing.

As you walked further into the woods. A small laugh of relief even chuckled through you. The release, the ridiculousness, and the awe that you had done it- destroyed Will’s ministry, and his reputation, and brought physical harm to both him and Cora all without getting caught.

But…did they survive? That was quite a flame on her. It would be the same for him.

Pausing, touching a tree, you had to think it through. Develop a plan.

If they lived and said something, then the better for you. That would confirm the rumors of the affair, damning both in society. No person would want to associate with Cora at least after that. The visiting council would strip Will of his position with the evidence before them. The superstitious town would be convinced that God had stricken them as punishment for hurting his little Blessed lady. For none knew of your gifts. And none would think you even capable of any act of harm from your reputation as the town’s angel. Besides, none of them knew of your powers. How could even Cora, in her scientific high and mighty mind come up with the solution of why her coat burst into flames when you were far away?

If they lived and said nothing, then at least Will would get in some hot water over what happened.

If they died, then they died. It was their deserving death.

You paused. No, how could you dismiss that? To think- you took two more lives. Not just some nameless bullies, but two people who you met, you knew their names, their histories, and one you loved and were about to marry…you were capable of that! You did something horrible! There was more blood on your hands!

You heard the sound of a branch being stepped on from the distance behind you.

What if Cora survived and ran right after you!? Likely she would. What would you do? With the fury still in your heart, perhaps take out more of her fire and toast her in a place without witnesses until her body dissolved to ash so there would be no evidence. But what if she caught you? You could see her face twisted in her ugly crying and feel her slapping and punching you.

Not that you would have to deal with her. You were headed off somewhere she could never reach. Not even by train.

Taking a deep breath, you let those thoughts of Will and Cora go away. You were done with Aldwinter forever now. Revenge had been taken and was successful. You wanted to see your friends, your in-laws, and your True Love again. You wanted your new home.

You paused in your steps. The trees growing so thick over your head it hid the sunlight and made the woods a little darker.

There was another crunch of feet on leaves. Someone was arriving. No more time for dallying.

You opened the shield. You sent the words clear in your mind.

“Loki…I’m ready to go home…Open the portal. I want to go back to Asgard now.”

You waited one minute. Then another.

But nothing happened. The birds were barely chirping and the air was cold. Shivering, you blinked as you tried not to panic.

“Loki, I am ready now. It’s done. Open the portal, take me back to Asgard.”

Nothing. You heard none of his witty replies or promises or cheekiness. And you saw no portals. Much less Loki. There was only the rustling of the trees.

Did…did he have his shield up? Why? Did something happen in Asgard? You should keep trying.

Then…you heard something- more footsteps.

It was more than one person.

But, you heard more than one footstep. Was it a party of men? In the evenings they would go to the marshes, hunting for serpents and trickster gods with torches, scanning the waters and fields. Some began setting up charms so that their daughters would be safe. Did they realize you were missing and send a search party…

You saw one man, then two, then four. No torches, they were smirking at you like wolves with a plump, injured lamb.

You felt your stomach drop. They were Gerndel’s army.

One stepped forward with short blonde hair and was overly muscular.

“Ah…looks like we’ve caught you. Right where we want to,” he said.

You felt their eyes on your nightgown. Peeking at how your body’s outline could be seen, your breasts hinted at, and feel the air of unwanted lust. And you were one woman surrounded by men.

Terrified, you held out a hand to release fire to them.

But no flames emerged from your hand.

Hurriedly, you tried again. But nothing. Your breaths came fast and shallow and you could feel yourself shaking. They snickered as they walked forward slowly. Knowing no matter what pace they set, they would win.

You retreated, realizing they were going to back you into a tree, as you tried to back into one, they would still keep a steady pace. There was nowhere to run or hide. Bile ran up in your throat. You fought back the urge to cry. You began to gasp for air, seeing their smiles, their eyes bright over you. One unsheathed his sword with a sliiiick, and the blade gleamed brightly in the dark woods. Silver and spotless and ready to be soaked with your blood.

You tried flicking a hand again, but there were no flames. You realized your senses were dulled- you couldn’t feel or hear any presence besides the four men before you and the dark, consuming woods.

“Ah, ah, ah! Someone took a little bit of our old friend’s apples.” The blonde one taunted.

“You’ve…you’ve poisoned me!?” you cried, your voice becoming shrill.

Another, a gentleman with dark brown hair, tall and lanky, shook his head with a half laugh.

“If you dropped dead right now…where would be the fun in that? Oh, not poison. Just a littke Kunigr potion. ”

You remembered the arrow that drained Loki of his magic in Jotunheim. Then you recalled the apple, the only thing you ate today. It struck you…your mother got those apples from a new grocer in town….

It all came into place. Panic made you shake, your throat and chest tight. The brown-haired man lifted his finger, beckoning you teasingly.

“Now…come with us…we can have some fun with you if you don’t struggle. You won’t get a scratch on you…for now. And won’t Grendel be thrilled when we hear who we caught?”

You steadied your breathing. You had to steady yourself- or enough that you could act, that you could fight. Hoping, praying to whatever god was out there, the Christian God, the trickster god, anyone, that your training was enough.

The brown-haired one approached you. Quick as lightning, you punched his jaw and then kicked his groin. As he backed down, his grip on his sword loosened as he groaned in pain. In one brief second, you kicked his hand. His hold loosened and the sword fell. Quickly, you grabbed the sword by the hilt and pointed forward. You were terrified, but you would not give up. Not yet.

“Ah, now, this kitty’s got claws!” the blonde one mocked mocked.

You steeled yourself, pointing the sword. Making your hold steady.

“What, haven’t you considered that you’re outnumbered?” said the third, another brunette with a scar across his face.

You stepped forward, speaking with the powerful venom you could muster.

“Do you expect me to surrender that easily? I will not. I am the Princess of Asgard, beloved wife of the God of Mischief, and third in line to the throne. I may have lost my magic, but I am not untrained in other methods of slaughtering all of you. I have killed, I just killed, and I will kill again. And I will not die here without a fight.”

They all got out their swords.

“That’s enough chatter,” replied the first blonde.

They charged. As did you.

Thrusting the sword forward, gritting your teeth, you stabbed through the gut of one. Blood erupted and he let out a cry. He wouldn’t last long, and you pulled out the sword to hasten his meeting with his maker. As the second tried to grab you, you merely dodged low, his sword through the air. His lower body was left open. You stabbed him through the groin- quickly in and out, blood bursting into gushes as he screamed in pain.

Blood dripped from your sword in its coppery scent. One attacked you and you blocked with your sword, the metal clinging as it stung the air. You swirled around. Stabbing and cutting. Dodging blows and putting up a fight. But they were advancing on you and you had to block two swords, it was harder to keep up.

There were shouts. You turned your head and saw a glimpse that almost loosened your bladder at the sight-

Five more men were coming. Five more of Grendel’s men. You heard the swords being unsheathed and saw them glimmer even in the woods.

They were now in sight and joined their two brethren.

They were right, you were outnumbered. Seven to one. And they were starting to circle you.

Though your muscles ached from the sword, and your nightgown was splattered in some blood-you couldn’t let them win easily. You fought the urge to tremble, to cry. And you held your ground, your sword pointed. You knew your death was arriving sooner with every second, every step of their feet. Your heart hammering despite your aching muscles. You had to keep going. Somehow. Someway. You gritted your teeth and held up your sword to fight until the end. That at least you would face your end with dignity.

They raised their sword to strike at you, and you raised yours, ready to fight this futile battle and-

There was a loud, metallic growl from the distance. A sound you never heard before. So loud, that it rattled the trees. Then another.

Grendel’s men stopped and turned their heads with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but pause in wonder.

It got louder and louder and louder, something was coming. The men looked among themselves. You took their distraction to start to flee, and you made it to a tree when something pierced your field of vision.

Turning back, you saw bright lights.

Their heads turned and they grew pale, holding out arms to block the lights.

One of them grabbed you, dragging you by the collar, almost hoisting you up as you faced him, his eyes glaring into you and his blade ready at you.

“I’ll-I’ll stab you twenty times through your cunt, you little bitch!” he growled.

The sword was knocked from his hand and he cried in surprise. His grip loosened.

You both looked.

There was the sound and two lights ran by with the whirring-it then revealed what it was-

It was the thing Loki told you about. A motorcycle- and a man on it with a helmet- one hand on the steering wheel and the other around a pistol pointed at him.

The man said no reply until a bullet hit him in the shoulder. He let go of you and cried in pain.

You gasped at your rescuer- adn then realized the source of the bright lights-the other thing Loki told you about.

Through the woods, bursting through like a chariot was a car. The men of Grendel all stood, staring agape. But the motorcyclist held up his gun, pointing.

Out from the car, emerged Robert.

“Y/N! Y/N! Hurry- come in!” he urged.

“Get in the car, now!” he cried.

You let out a gasp and could have cried. You hurried to them. The men gritted their teeth and raised swords-

The motorcyclist said nothing as he lifted his weapon and aimed, quickly but steadily. The gun was fired with a loud crack in the air.

One of the goons dropped dead.

Only one of your friends you knew was capable of that, and would come from an era where he knew how to do that-

“Jonathan!” you cried out.

His helmet was still focused his gun raised. His voice distorted, but you knew it was him. Not daring to take it off to give himself a target for them to hurt him.

“The Princess of Asgard with us- let her come with us. And no one gets hurt.”

“YN! Hurry!” Robert urged.

You would not look at the scene as Jonathan began to shoot more at those who attacked. You turned on your heels and ran into the car’s side door, slamming the door shut.

You followed and jumped in. A far cry from any run-of-the-mill carriage you had been! The velvet, soft seats, and big, wide windows and space. You saw the knobs and turns and levers from the front. You covered your ears as bullets rang out. When you peeked back, the men of Grendel were dead.

Jonathan turned to Robert, nodding his head.

Jonathan got out his watch and clicked it.

“Time to go to Heimdall, let’s hurry,” Robert urged.

A portal opened in the woods.

Robert stepped on a pedal, and moved the wheel- he drove through the portal. There was a flash of bright, rainbow light swirling about you.

You landed on the other side, in a golden room. With the night sky in a large window before all. Then Robert hit the brake and parked. Jonathan’s motorcycle followed after.

You noticed a man standing in the center of the room. He walked to you, and at first, you were intimidated. There was an incredibly tall, broad man with piercing yellow eyes matching the gold of his armor and his helmet.

He spoke in a deep powerful voice- he could have been the new king of Asgard and you would have accepted it.

“Well, you both made it.”

His head turned. His golden eyes easily spotted you, not squinting though you were far away. Despite his intimidating presence, his face softened. He gave you a small bow in respect.

“I am glad for our Princess’s safe return,” he said.

“We got her just in time. Can’t blame her for being shaken,” Robert confirmed.

“Yes, I saw it all. Now hurry, all of you. All of the castle is worried for her.”

Robert drove by pulling the wheel, and then the car went down the rainbow bridge. Jonathan’s motorcycle was right behind, whirring along. Looking out, you finally realized- you felt like that white bird in flight at last. Wings stretched out, the beautiful world before you. Not only safe, not only loved- but free.

The blue sky and sun shone. The gentlest summer day. The sea that formed around you in a crystal blue-green. And you almost tore at the outline of the glittering, golden city, Asgard as it got closer, until you were driving through its streets. Passing commoners with astonished faces.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you turned to the doctor driving.

“Robert! Oh, Robert!” you cried. “You -came for me! You both did!”

Robert looked at you with a gentle smile, the speed of the car steady.

“You don’t have to be frightened, Y/N. You’re with us now- you’ll be fine,” he assured you.

You went over and kissed his cheek chastely. “Thank you!”

“Save some for Jonathan too!” he replied with a wink. He was still Robert. And Jonathan would still be Jonathan. Each of them- your friends, your friends! You were going to see them all again!

Excitement gurgled in you as Robert parked the car outside the palace. The guard's eyes flickered to the contraption, as well as the motorcycle. Jonathan parked it and then took off his helmet, his eyes serious, but his shoulder dipping in relaxation and a small smile on his face.

You ran over and gave him a big hug and he hugged you back.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said.

“I’m glad too,” you said.

“Now, I think it’s time you’ve reunited with your husband,” he announced.

They escorted you right into the palace through the hallways and into the throne room. You were astonished to see so many of them there, sitting and pacing about in worry. Thor and Hal were talking quietly. Thomas sitting on the steps next to Stella, doing embroidery anxiously. Queen Frigga remained as composed as she could as Sif paced around.

They all turned and there were smiles and gasps. They took in your nightgown and the blood and you- alive and breathing and seeming physically well.

At once they all gasped your name and charged into you, saying your name. Sif’s eyes flickered to Robert and then back to you.

“Did you give them hel?” she asked.

You nodded, showing her the bloodied sword still in your hand. “I gave it to all who wronged me back there, and didn’t spare Grendel’s men from it.”

She smirked. “That’s my girl.”

Stella ran forward and hugged you.

“YN! Oh, YN! You poorest thing! You gave us all a fright! I thought I would cry- I thought you would be gone forever! I missed you so much!”

You hugged her back.

“Don’t worry, I got scared-but I’ll be fine.”

Thor at once charged forward. He hugged you and lifted you so your feet didn’t touch the ground. He shook you around, hugging you like an overexcited toddler with their beloved toy.

“SISTER! My dear Sister! You are RETURNED! How victorious! My brother said he missed your signal and it FRIGHTENED him! Why, thank the NORNS!”

Hal patted at Thor and he let you down. You welcomed him with a hug.

“Well, I’m royalty as well, dear lady. You shall have no bows from me, yet the title suits you- to see you returned alive and triumphant!”

You hugged him back. “Hal, thank you!”

You then hugged Thomas as well.

“You gave Loki a scare- all of us.”

“My powers were taken away- they have to come back with time. But I’m fine- Jonathan and Robert saved me before I could get hurt,” you assured him.

Frigga even embraced you. She smiled.

“I hoped you and Loki would both realize how much you loved each other. And I thought I would never see you both happy together…I can’t even speak right now.”

She let go and cupped your face and then kissed your forehead.

“You are of Asgard now, and I welcome and bless your union and you with all of my heart,” she said.

You could have teared up.

“But, speaking of unions…where is he? Where is my husband?” you asked, looking around.

Thor folded his arms.

“He was getting the army of Asgard to go to the forest. He got scared that perhaps Jonathan and Robert wouldn’t be enough- they were preparing to search for you, but-”

You heard footsteps. And several voices.

But one stood out

Though it was a voice exactly like so many in your life, past and present, there was no denying whose name it belonged to. His voice.

“YN! YN!! All of you- stand and run firm! Destroy any who dare touch a hair on your princess’s head! Where is-”

Loki hurried forth, several guards and soldiers of Asgard behind him. His black and green robes with little gold embellishments. Typical of him, but with his black curls, ivory skin, and blue eyes, he never looked so beautiful to you before this moment. His eyes met yours and you paused. He froze, blinking. His boots almost skidded to a halt as you took each other in for a second.

Tears welling up some, you replied in a small voice. “I thought I’d never see you again, darling.”

Loki seemed to turn white, and you saw his hands shake at his sides. He frantically checked the others in the crowd. “Is this some illusion? Did mother-”

Robert clapped your back.

“We got her. This isn’t an illusion, Loki. She’s here,” he assured the god.

You cupped your mouth and he stood, breathing fast, crying tears coming out from you despite your smile. He walked again, faster, hurrying through, as if he would tear through each realm to touch you again.

You ran right into each other's arms. He picked you up and turned you again. You broke into crying again. You curled a hand behind his dark hair, kissing his lips and then his cheek and any part of him. A sound came out of you like laughter.

“Loki- Loki darling, I’m here! I’m right here!”

He broke the hug and then cupped your face.

“Are you hurt? What happened? I lost your signal! The one you promised me!”

Sniffling, you began to recount what happened.

“You were right to be worried, Loki. I was tricked into eating a Kunnigr apple. My magic was drained by the time Grendel’s men cornered me…I held them off for as long as I could. Then reinforcements came. Robert and Jonathan hurried in before I could be made prisoner or worse. They brought me here!”

There were big eyes as the others took in this information.

He hugged you again. You felt yourself shake some, crying, laughing, as if every emotion at once was washing inside you.

“How I missed you all, and…husband–my…my husband! My dear! I missed you most of all! I love you, darling! Loki- thank you! You saved me! You brought me back!”

“I would have torn Midgard to pieces to get you back- I love you, my wife,” he replied.

Your heart bursting at the fresh word, spoken from his mouth instead of in your mind, you kissed him on the lips again. Soft, but eager, demanding. Wanting to touch him, reacquaint with him. And never let go no matter what.

Hal was smiling wide and Stella was blushing pink. Jonathan looked down, trying not to laugh. Frigga merely then began to wave them off with her long sleeves. Turning away discreetly.

“Everyone…I think it’s best we let the couple have some privacy…” she suggested. Everyone gave a farewell smile, with a promise of a return.

Loki only held your hands and hurried you through the halls, the guards not behind you, right to where his chambers were.

“But…Grendel, the cauldron-what will we do?” you asked.

Loki caught you in his arms and you gasped. Carrying you, he led you to the threshold of his private room. He smiled mischievously.

“I think the Grendel matter could wait for a few minutes, don’t you agree?” your true love asked.

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Summary: It's Hollywood's biggest night and Tom is hoping to win more than just an Oscar. A/N: Part of my 1k Celebration and @the-slumberparty week 3 writing challenge: Something New. I've never written short-reader trope before. Thank you to @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA reader and @michelleleewise for some great ideas. I don't know how I could continue to write without your ladies' endless support 😘😘😘. And thank you to @huntress-artemiss for the request. Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Fluff Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Tom looked into the mirror as he rinsed the suds off his hands. Shaking off the excess water, he reached for a towel and dried them. He looked straight into his eyes, trying to keep the nervousness at bay.

It’s a big night for you. You’re going to do fine. You’re probably not going to win anyway, Tom sighed. Just focus on one thing and the rest of the night will go smoothly.

He ran his hands through his hair and pinched his bow tie one last time before he made his way out into the lobby. Focus on one thing, he repeated in his head.

These award shows always leave him a nervous wreck. He never expects to win. When he does, of course, it’s great, but then it brings on a whole new emotion of excitement and anxiety.

When he doesn’t win, it tends to be worse. He has to find that right balance of remorse and humbleness so that the media doesn’t portray him in an evil lie.

Oh, he could read the tabloids now, “And the Oscar goes to…, not Tom Hiddleston.” Or “Hiddles angry that he didn’t win his Oscar. Pictures and commentary on page 3.” He laughed about it internally, a smile on his face as he fixed his cufflinks.

“Come on man. Took you long enough,” Chris exclaimed patting his back. “I think they stuck most of us in the same row.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’d be nice to see some familiar faces again.” Tom recounted the last time he saw anyone from The Avengers movie. The movie that brought together and cemented the friendship of seven individuals.

“I think Scarlet wants you to sit next to her.”

“Oh no. Does she?” Tom fretted.

“What?” Chris wondered.

“She’s been trying to set me up with one of her acquaintances,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“She can be quite persistent,” Hemsworth laughed.

Tom sighed as he accompanied Chris across the massive lobby. The plush red carpet matched the dramatic drapes hung from the ceiling. At the end of the hall was a grand staircase leading upstairs to the auditorium's main entrance.

The two friends stood in line waiting to ascend the stairs as photographers and reporters lined the banisters calling out their names, hoping to get an interview. Tom tried to drown out the noise. He tried to focus on one thing before he went crazy, and his anxiety took over. Tom took a deep breath. Just focus on one thing, he chanted in his head.

He opened his eyes and focused on the first thing he saw, an intricate design of beadwork and crystal that was in front of him. Tiny gold stars were scattered on a black sateen gown. They clustered at the top hem of the dress and sporadically fell towards the bottom. The back of the gown was secured by a beaded pin of a crescent moon, gracing your bare lower back. The whole gown looked like star fall plummeting in the night sky.

“Chris,” Tom whispered. “Is this whom I think it is?” Tom stared hard at your graceful figure. Not once taking his eyes off you. Chris gazed hard at you trying to see whom Tom was talking about.

“Ayee...yup. Yes, that’s her.”

“Didn’t she win the Oscar last year for…”

“Yes. I believe she did.” Chris mused.

“Is she up for anything tonight?”

“I think she’s presenting, actually.”

You gathered your dress, preparing to walk up the imposing staircase. Looking around you making sure you were not going to trip on your own outfit, you held your left hand out to steady yourself as you took that first step.

Tom, sensing you needed help, took your outstretched hand. “May I escort you up the stairs?”

The sudden voice and unexpected contact must have shocked you. You looked up at him with a startled expression and a blush on your face. A small smile graced his lips as he noted the sparkle in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered, as photographers flashed their cameras at your interaction. Tom held your hand firmly as you gathered the rest of your dress in your other hand. Focused on making each step, Tom held on to you tightly, becoming the anchor you needed in such a cumbersome gown. “They must have altered this dress three times already just for me. But they can’t seem to get the length right. Even with me in heels,” you admitted shyly.

Tom laughed, finally noticing the height difference between you two. He was so used to towering over everyone, he never really gave it much thought.  “Well, it looks lovely on you. You look beautiful tonight.” You looked up suddenly at his compliment. Heat radiating down your skin. Your eyes arrested his thoughts and hitched his breathing, making him at a loss for words.

“The…uh…the dress. The dress is quite beautiful. Oh, not to say that you’re not beautiful. You are! You’re beautiful. In the dress. Oh, God. Please tell me I haven’t botched this up completely?” He stuttered, hiding his face in his palm. You laughed and squeezed his hand.

You almost fumbled at the top step, if it weren’t for him holding on to you so securely. “Thank you,” you said once again, and he reluctantly let go of you. “Good luck tonight. I hope you win,” you said, cheering him on.

“Thank you. You, too. Me too. I-I mean I hope so,” Tom stumbled on his words. You smiled at him once again, heading inside, leaving him to stare after you.

“Smooth,” Chris said, clapping Tom on his shoulder. “Real smooth.”

“Ugh, I’m a complete knob!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think she noticed,” Chris said laughing.

Inside, the auditorium was stuffy and pompous. Two hours of everyone with their forged smiles and mock interests. Scarlet did manage to get Tom to sit next to her. She mentioned a friend of a friend who’s a writer for a late-night talk show in Los Angeles. Tom tried his best to be courteous but not commit to anything serious.

Minutes. Hours. They seem to drag by as the night continued up until it was time to announce Best Female Performance in a Leading Role. Tom knew you weren’t nominated for anything tonight, but that didn’t stop him from wondering where you were.

Were you sitting somewhere in the audience with other nominees? Or perhaps you were backstage mingling with some of tonight’s winners. It wouldn’t be long now till they got to the category he was nominated for, which made him nervous.

The heat in the room suddenly increased tenfold and the noise of the audience started to echo in his mind. Their clapping died down as the winner was announced and accepted her award. Focus on one thing. Focus on one thing. He closed his eyes as he took a lungful of air in. Breathing slowly.

Exhaling, Tom opened his eyes and suddenly everything else disappeared. Every sound went silent. Every light dimmed, focusing on a central spotlight on stage. And all he could see was you.

You walked out, unaccompanied, to the soundtrack of your award-winning movie. Tom watched you carefully, knowing full well that you were anxious about your dress and stumbling. With a cool look and a smile on your face, you hid your anxiety about tripping. You demonstrated exactly why you were worthy of that Oscar last year. Carefully taking a calculated step toward the podium and ignoring your long, imposing gown.

“Last year, I was very fortunate to stand up on this very stage and accept the award for Best Female Performance in a Leading Role…”

Tom tried to focus on you, instead of the nagging anxiety that was wracking his brain. Your gown had taken on a different hue under the bright spotlights. It had turned to a rich navy blue. The sequences on the stars shone brighter, glittering to gather everyone’s attention.

“This evening will be another night of firsts for me as I present the award for Best Male Performance in a Leading Role.” Tom was awestruck as he watched you on stage. Your smile was charming, and your laughter was contagious.

Tom heard you say his name twice that night. Once when you were reading the nominees. And the next, when you announced that he won. Chris and Scarlett patted him on the back and tried to wake him from his stupor.

“Mate, you better get up there,” Chris whispered, hugging him on his way. Tom was mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that he won. His nervousness threatened to eat him up whole as he stood up and made his way onstage. He remained focused on you instead, clapping for him as he made his way up more stairs.  You handed him his statue along with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

All at once, he faced the audience and didn’t know what to say. “I- uh…” Tom held on to the statue tightly and looked back at you.  You gave him a reassuring smile and he found that your calming presence helped alleviate his anxiety. “I wasn’t expecting to win tonight. Forgive me, I had no speech prepared,” Tom continued as the audience laughed.

He concluded his speech with thanks to the Academy, other nominees, and his friends and family for all their support.  

After a rousing applause, he made his way to follow you off the stage. He’d hoped to escort you like earlier and have another intimate moment with you. As you turned, your foot caught on the front of the dress causing you to fall forward.

In a heroic move, Tom sprinted to your side and caught you. His arms wrapped around your waist as you turned right-side up. He lunged forward before you fell to the floor, cradling your head.

There was a collective gasp from the audience as they watched the scene unfold. A heated blush spread throughout your body.

“Are you all right?” he asked, alarmed.

“Oh, my God. Yes! Thank you,” you stuttered, holding onto his lapels tightly.

“Of course, darling,” he said as he helped you stand back up.

“You seemed to be saving me a great deal tonight,” you gave him an apologetic look as you ran your hands over your dress. Tom offered his arm, and you gladly took it, hoping you wouldn’t trip again. “Oh, God. I’m so embarrassed. I must’ve looked like an idiot out there.”

“Nonsense, you look magnificent,” Tom replied, kissing your hand.

Tom sat in the dining area of the hotel room. Bright morning light shone through the windows as he read the newspapers and magazines sent to the room, along with the room service. It seemed that all anyone talked about was your tumble from last night and how he caught you. Rumors began to spread as everyone gave their opinions on the matter.

“Did Hiddleston win more than just an Oscar last night?” “Secret Relationship: How long have they been together?” “Was it staged?” These were not the headlines he was expecting to read this morning. A small smile crept on his face seeing all the pictures from different angles.

A soft moan stole his attention as you wrapped your arms around from behind him. “Come back to bed.” You gently kissed his neck, and he could still smell the lingering perfume in your hair.

“I ordered breakfast for us, darling,” he said with a soft whimper.

“How very thoughtful of you,” you teased. Tom grabbed your arm and pulled you around to sit on his lap. He noted that you were wearing nothing but his dress shirt from last night. The sleeves were rolled up and the tails sat just at your knees. You were swimming in his shirt, a look that he was starting to like more and more. Your tousled morning hair reminded him of the carnal way you both took each other last night.

“…Unnhh…” you moaned as he hoisted you against the wall. “Take this infernal dress off me. Please.” “With pleasure,” he snarled.

You sat with your legs over the handrest of the chair as you picked up the papers and read them. A scowl formed on your face the more you read. “I’m sorry, Tom. All this over me falling. I didn’t mean to take away from your big night.”

“That’s quite all right darling. As far as I’m concerned they can keep reporting it all they want.”

You looked at him through your lashes. His tall frame and long arms surround you, cherishing you.

“Why?” you asked coyly.

“Because in every picture, I get to see that mesmerizing look on your face.”

“What look?” you provoked.

“The same look I had on my face when I caught you.”

“And what was that?” you giggled.

“Like you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

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[five-miles-over]

Little Darling

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Living with the God of Mischief in London comes with finding many surprises, and one of those surprises happens to be a four-year-old named Tom Hiddleston.

Word Count: 4,092

Warnings: a few swearing instances, established roommate relationship, but mostly fluff

No one had ever said that living with the God of Mischief would be easy, let alone boring. Sometimes, you'd come home to your shared two-bedroom flat in London and find the entire living room filled with stray cats, one of whom wore a name tag that said 'Hel'. One time, you woke up to hear neighing in the bedroom only to hear your Asgardian flatmate staunchly deny the existence of a horse within the premises. There was also the time when you found your Tupperware lids changed from red to green; that was one of the most tame incidents since you started living with Loki. Then there was the time when you found Loki sitting inside the kitchen shoveling spoonfuls of strawberry cheesecake Ben and Jerry's into his mouth while the radio played Elton John's version of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight". The morning after that, you found the flat perfectly immaculate - the floors sparkling clean, the sink clear of all dirty dishes, the carpet free of coffee stains, and a bouquet of freshly-cut flowers on the kitchen table. You swore he used some of his powers to do the job, but still thanked your flatmate while he smirked like he held the world in the palm of his hand. 

And in today's case, you woke up to find the strawberry jam completely empty after you had just bought a new jar two days ago. If it hadn't been for your roommate giving you the silent treatment until you agreed, you wouldn't bothered to set foot inside a Waitrose on a Thursday evening. It had already been a long day, too demanding. All you wanted to do was come home, eat some ice cream before Loki can finish it all, and then binge-watch one of your favorite shows. 

You placed your bags of groceries in front of your apartment, reaching for your keys. When you opened the door, the flat was completely silent even though the lights were on. "Loki?" You called his name a few more times, locking the door behind you. Maybe he was out with his brother, or indulging in some mischief that may or may not end with him being punished by the local magistrate or worse, Asgardian justice. With a sigh, you wandered towards a new book cast on the coffee table.

'Norse Mythology' by Neil Gaiman…what could Loki possibly be doing with this book? Fact-checking himself?You wouldn't have given it a second thought, but there was a black leather wallet next to the book. It couldn't have been Loki's because well, Loki's wallet would've been enchanted with some spell that caused it to self-destruct whenever you or anyone other than Loki himself picked it up. You knew it was wrong to snoop, but assuming that this was a stolen wallet, you figured that you might as well open it anyways. If you knew whom it belonged to, you could call them and return it.

Inside the wallet were a few debit and credit cards, a twenty-pound note, something small related to UNICEF, a supermarket membership, and…a business card with the telephone number of a London talent agency. You raised your eyebrow only to drop your jaw when a small photograph came between your fingers. It was a photograph of a familiar man with sky blue eyes, defined cheekbones, and short curls that were a mixture of ginger and Golden Retriever blond. He was sitting next to an elderly woman with white hair and a genuine smile - his mother perhaps? Never mind that, Loki really messed up this time.

You slammed the wallet onto the table and anxiously looked around the rest of the living room. The cushions were ripped into shreds, the sofa covered in feathers and cotton pieces. In the center of the carpet, there were strands of what could only be pet hair and a small pair of grey boots that Loki would never be caught dead wearing. "Loki? What the fu-"

"Mister Loki's not here!" The voice of a little boy could be heard from the kitchen.

You turned your head almost immediately. There's a child inside the house? Did Loki have a son you didn't know about or something? Is that child even Loki's? Tightly gripping the bags from Waitrose in one hand, you made your way into the kitchen.

At the center of the small, round dining table sat a small boy with blonde tufts of hair parted in the middle, almost giving a small curtain-like effect on his forehead. He wore a navy blue jumper and pinstripe pants, swinging his legs underneath the table. Lost in his own little world, the little boy played with a stuffed brown dog. 

"Hello…" You greeted the child and slowly opened the refrigerator door. 

He looked up. "Hello!" 

The first of the groceries that needed to be put away was the ice cream. Along with the jam that Loki asked for, you bought two pints of strawberry cheesecake ice cream, some French cheese, a loaf of bread, and a stash of Cadbury bars in various flavors. 

"Who're you, miss?" The boy chirped, still holding the stuffed dog.

You told him your name while putting the rest of the groceries in their proper place. "I live here." As proof, you reached into your pocket and showed him your key. "What's your name?"

"I'm Tom," he brightly introduced himself.

"It's very nice to meet you, Tom." You pointed to toy in his hands. "And who is that? Is that your little doggie?"

"Yeah, his name is Bobby!" Tom places the stuffed animal on the table. "You can pet him." 

"Does he like to be petted?" Sitting across from him at the table with one of the Cadbury bars while Tom enthusiastically nodded, you gently stroked the dog's tiny head. You bit the inside of your cheek before asking your next question. You just had to know, your gut instinct was telling you to. 

"Tom…" You folded your hands and leaned slightly forward. "What's your last name? You know, most people have a first name and a last name. Tom is your first name. What's your last name? Tom…"

"Tom Hiddleston."

You gulped, slowly unwrapping the Cadbury bar. Okay, now there might be a bigger problem than the stolen wallet. The real Tom Hiddleston had to be in his thirties or something, at least according to your knowledge. How did this kid have the same name? More importantly, how did he end up in yours and Loki's apartment and what is he doing here? 

"Tom Hiddleston," you repeated to yourself before breaking a piece of the Cadbury bar and putting it inside your mouth. Then, you offered the bar to the boy. Letting the chocolate melt inside your mouth, you watched as he broke off a piece for himself and ate it. "Do you like chocolate?"

"Yeah!" 

"I love chocolate. Do you know who Mister Loki is?" You broke off another piece of the Cadbury bar. 

Tom nodded, "He's a god."

"Yes, what kind of god?"

"He's a funny god!" Tom giggles, "He likes playing pranks!"

You couldn't help but laugh too. "Yes, he does like to play pranks. What about you, do you like pranks, Tom?"

"They're funny."

"Yeah, I think so too." Only sometimes, you thought to yourself. Just then, your phone vibrated and you excused yourself to go answer it.

Loki's voice came through the other end. "Ah, it's you. Are you home, pet?"

Your smile disappeared in an instant. "Loki, you have a lot of explaining to do," you snapped, furrowing your eyebrows. "There is a four-year-old sitting in our kitchen, and he says his name is Tom Hiddleston. Also, why the hell did you steal someone's wallet?!" 

"Is he cute?"

"Loki, I swear to -"

"You adore him," Loki teased.

Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair. "Yes, but Loki… Look, I'm going to call the police as soon as this phone call is over, so they can return this wallet to the rightful owner."

"Or you could just give it to the boy. He won't know about half the things inside it."

"Loki!" 

"It's his wallet anyway."

"What?" You winced, needing to take another breath. "Loki, you're crazy."

"He deserved it," Loki nonchalantly retorted.

Slumping onto the sofa, which was still covered in pillow feathers, you held the mobile phone to your ear. "Explain," you demanded. From the corner of your eye, you could see little Tom feeding himself another piece of chocolate.

"I was having a morning stroll in the park after you'd left for the day, and I came across this man named Tom while he walking his dog.  He asked over and over again if I was the God of Mischief, and kept asking all these questions, including if I was familiar with some company called "Marvel"," Loki explained in an exasperated tone. "Then, his dog jumped on my leg and barked incessantly."

"And then?"

"Then he introduced himself to me, gave me a suffocating hug, apologized for the hug, and asked so many questions about where I was living and what I was doing in London. It was like talking to an exuberant child."

Your eyes widened like saucers. "So you turned him into one?!"

"More or less."

"And that was his wallet and his book on the table? Loki…" You groaned, rubbing your forehead. "Change him back. Please."

"Oh, how I love it when you beg, my pet," Loki snickered before sarcastically replying, "I'm totally convinced."

"Ugh! Could you at least give me Doctor Strange's number or something?!" You inquired, knowing the breaking news that would flood the internet if anyone found out that an internationally-renowned actor was transformed into an innocent four-year-old. "He needs to be changed back into an adult."

On the other side, Loki merely laughed. "No need - I assure you Doctor Strange has the appearance and the behavior of an adult."

"Fuck you!"

"Careful," Loki playfully reminded you. "No bad language in front of the children."

"You're taking care of dinner for three tonight. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear."

As soon as Loki ended the call, you put your phone aside and returned to the kitchen.

The little one looked so sweet, playing with the dog and singing to himself. Forgetting about the police and the wallet, you sat across from him and took a piece of chocolate.

"Tom?" You gently called, getting his attention. "Tom, Mister Loki will be coming home soon, alright? In the mean time…perhaps we can talk. Is that alright with you?"

"Sure." Tom nodded, looking up at you with a sweet smile. "You're really pretty."

"Thank you, Tom. You're very sweet." You tilted your head to the side ever-so-slightly. Since it was just the two of you in the kitchen, perhaps you could find a way to while away the time until Loki showed up. "Do you like to listen to music?"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah? Well, maybe I can turn on the radio and we can listen to some music. Would you like that?"

"Okay." Tom climbed out of the chair, following you as you approached the radio sitting on the kitchen counter.  You flicked a switch and turned a knob as it adjusted to a station playing 80's pop. Perhaps your darling little guest might know one of those tunes. 

"She's been living in her uptown world.," the voice of Billy Joel emanated from the little radio. "I bet she's never had a back-street guy. I bet her momma never told her why.

I'm gonna try for an uptown girl…"

"Oh! This is one of my favorites!" You gushed, shimmying your shoulders in time with the music and smiling. 

"She's been living in her white-bred world

as long as anyone with hot blood can. 

And now she's looking for a downtown man. 

That's what I am."

Tom called your name and tapped your wrist. Turning around, you found the little boy standing in the middle of the kitchen. "Watch this," Tom said before doing a pirouette, just like the dancer Wayne Sleep did when he performed this song with Princess Diana in December of 1985. The little boy spun around on one foot a second time before finishing with a dramatic bow. 

You laughed with appreciation and clapped. "Bravo!"

"Come dance with me, Miss. Please?" Tom looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

"I would be delighted." Taking Tom's little hands in yours, you couldn't stop smiling as the two of you danced in the kitchen to the rest of the song, moving your shoulders and hips. Meanwhile, Tom couldn't stop giggling, looking up at you as if you were the only lady in the world and dancing with you was a dream come true. At one point, you lifted your arm up and twirled the little boy as gracefully as possible, causing him to blush.

"My uptown girl.

You know I'm in love

With an uptown girl"

"What's going on here?" Loki smirked, amused by finding the two of you dancing as the song came to an end. He placed six boxes of Chinese takeaway onto the dining table before helping himself to the Cadbury bar laying around. "Have you been missing me?"

"Mister Loki, you're here!" Tom promptly rushed to hug him, throwing his arms around Loki's legs. 

"Oh, get off, you exuberant little-" Loki was about to push the child away before he caught a glimpse of you giving him a little scowl. The God of mischief relented, patting the little boy on the back with a small smile. "Let's eat?"

You nodded. "Tom, wash your hands please?" You directed him to the bathroom, and watched him dawdle. The radio was now playing "What's Love Got to Do With It" by Tina Turner, a song you hadn't heard in years.

"You adore him," Loki teased you again while the two of you set the table with plates, forks, and cups.

You shook your head, warming the food in the microwave. "He's fun to be around, I'll admit it. By the way, thank you for choosing the fried rice and not getting the plain vegetables." 

He winked at you. "I also remembered to bring two extra fortune cookies, just in case you don't like the fortune inside the one you eat first."

"Thank you."

"I believe now would be a perfect time for you to apologize for telling me to…what was it, my pet?" Loki goaded you. "Fuck me?" 

"Huh?!" Right on cue, Tom pranced into the kitchen and sat down at the table. You snickered at Loki, and ruffled the little boy's hair. You and Loki sat on either side of Tom, and began to help yourselves to the egg rolls, fried rice, pan-fried broccoli with oyster sauce, and a kung pao dish. 

You pointed out each dish to Tom, and invited him to try some. "Thank you, Mister Loki." Tom said in a sing-song voice before putting his fork into a piece of sauce-covered broccoli. 

"You're very welcome, Tom." Loki almost beamed, unable to deny the joy he felt at the little boy's words. The two of you exchanged a smile while all of you continued eating. 

"Mister Loki?" Tom piped up after some time. "Do you dance?"

"Tom, I'm a god," he reminded the boy. "I don't indulge in such trivial things."

Tom proudly told Loki about how the two of you danced in the kitchen, how he showed off his ability to pirouette, and how he held your hands. "You should dance too, Mister Loki!"

"Do you like her?" Loki mischievously asked the boy about you. 

"Yeah!"

Loki and you chuckled. "So do I," he told the boy. 

Tom cheekily grinned, holding an egg roll in his fingers. "You fancy her?" 

The God of Mischief sharply denied, fighting the warmth flooding his cheeks. "Hang on just a second -" 

It was Tom's turn to laugh, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. His laughter rang through the kitchen, like a bird singing for all to hear.

"Tom," you ate a spoonful of fried rice, "what should a person do if they fancy someone? Let's say a man fancies a lady, what should he do?"

Tom shifted in his seat for a moment. "Uh…" He took a bite of his egg roll, chewed, and swallowed. "Uh…he should say 'you're…you're," Tom slowly answers, trying to find the right word, "you're beautiful, and…I fancy you."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

You turned to Loki and smiled before looking at Tom. "That's a very good answer, Tom. Good job."

"And do you fancy Mister Loki?"

Loki grinned mischievously as he waited for your answer.

You took a deep breath. "Well…I do like Mister Loki very much. He is funny…he is a smart god, as you probably know."

"And is he handsome?" Loki interjects.

Shaking your head, you scrunched your nose for a moment. "He can be, when he isn't being such a pain."

Tom laughed some more. "You fancy Mister Loki!"

"Tom, eat your food. Don't forget about the veggies."

"Don't forget about veggies," Tom mimicked you, earning a laugh from Loki. 

Once the three of you had finished eating, Tom asked if he could help you with the dishes. "Of course, Tom." You brought a chair close to the sink for the boy to use as a step stool. Nodding his head along with the music from the radio, Tom rinsed the soap from the dishes after you scrubbed the leftover food and grime off of them.

"You've been very helpful, Tom. Thank you." You ruffled his hair again when he put the last plate in the drying rack. "Would you like some ice cream as a reward?"

"Yes, please!"

You retrieved one of the pints from the freezer, and put three scoops into bowl for Tom. He gleefully thanked you with the same sing-song voice and strolled into the living room while eating. 

Following Tom into the living room, you were surprised to find the living room in perfect condition. The feathers from earlier today were gone, the carpet was free of hair, and the grey boots - presumably Tom's - were neatly tucked into a corner. 

Loki walked into the living room, carrying a stack of folded bedsheets. He knelt before the sofa and began to arrange them into a makeshift bed. "He can sleep on the couch tonight," the God of Mischief commented, placing Tom's stuffed dog Bobby onto the blankets. 

"Thank you, Mister Loki!" For the second time that night, Tom hugged Loki. But this time, Loki hugged him back, holding the boy in his arms for at least a minute. 

"You're welcome. Now go with her and get ready for sleep."

Giving Loki a "thank you", you led Tom away and gave him a spare toothbrush to use for the night. You stood next to him in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth while he brushed his. He even gargled a tiny cup of mouthwash and promptly spit it into the sink. 

Loki watched from a distance, unbeknownst to both of you. He admired the way you interacted with Tom, making the little boy feel welcome the same way that you made him feel welcome when he was assigned by Stark Industries to live with you for the first time. 

He reminisced about the first month that he was living with you. Loki thought about the way you helped him use the shower head, teaching him which way to turn the faucet for hot water versus hot water. He remembered how patient you were when he fumbled with the stove and nearly burned his fingers while boiling a kettle of water. Then there was the time when he tried to warm an aluminum packet of Pop-Tarts in the microwave…You were not pleased by the smell in the kitchen, but nevertheless silenced the smoke alarm before the landlord found out. And then, you showed him how to remove the wrappers and warm the Pop Tarts properly, not-so-gently chastising him all the while.

Loki snickered to himself. He really did deserve that, and the fact that you were willing to call him out when necessary was one of the reasons he liked living with you. Perhaps…perhaps Tom was right. He did fancy you, maybe even more than what he imagined.

You wiped your mouth after brushing your teeth and walked with Tom into the living room. The four-year-old boy climbed onto the couch and snuggled underneath the blankets. 

"Good night," Tom looked up at you and Loki. 

Kneeling before the boy, you gently kissed his hair. "Good night, Tom." Loki turned off the lights in the living room, and you left to change into your pajamas. 

After an hour, you meandered into the hallway to check on your little guest. While Tom peacefully slept and held his stuffed dog to his chest, you felt a pair of arms around your torso. 

"You are very beautiful…and I fancy you," Loki whispered into your ear.

"Stop it," you giggled under your breath. 

Loki held you closer. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"You need to change him back in the morning." You turned around and pointed a finger at him. "The paparazzi will find out about this."

"I've got everything under control," Loki assured you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "And when this is all over…maybe I'll bring another little one home?"

"Loki!" 

"Fine, I'll just make one."

You rolled your eyes in a playful manner and turned around. "Good night, Loki."

"Wait!" Loki grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms for a moment. Before you could say anything, his lips were on yours. You melted into the kiss almost immediately, clasping his arms as he held you close. "I don't think I thanked you properly for today." He smirked.

"I think you already have…" You looked up at Loki, not sure if he was being genuine or just making a joke.

Loki tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I really fancy you," he confessed, murmuring your name with affection. "You're the kindest, most beautiful person that I've ever met on Midgard. You welcomed me into your life, you live with me even while knowing all of my history. Everyday you talk to me, indulge me in my games, and bring life into this place. Without you…living on Midgard would be like a prison. But with you, it feels close to paradise.

I know I don't make things easy for you, and sometimes I don't even know how you stand me. What I do know is…there's absolutely no one like you. And I fancy you more than anyone else. Do you…do you feel the same?"

"Loki…"

"Tell me," he softly insisted. All of the smugness from earlier had melted away, leaving nothing but a god who simply wanted to know if his affections were one-sided or not. "If you don't, then I'll forget everything I just told you, and we'll move on like nothing happened."

"And if I do?" You swallowed, your eyes meeting his. "What if I do fancy you, Loki Laufeyson of Asgard and Jotunheim?"

A warm smile spreads across Loki's face and he chuckles. "Do you…do you really?"

You replied matter-of-factly. "Sometimes that happens when you live with someone for six months, and catch them eating ice cream while crying to love songs."

"You tease," he snickered before kissing your lips again. Loki pressed his forehead against yours and held you, enjoying the moment to the fullest.

After what felt like several moments, you stroked Loki's cheekbone. "We should probably head to bed. It's late…and Tom might wake up."

Loki sighed, releasing you from his embrace. The two of you exchanged a "good night" filled with mutual affection and moved towards your separate bedrooms.

BONUS SCENE

A few hours later, you were awoken by fits of giggles and loud screaming. What could possibly be going on now? Climbing out of bed, you turned on the lights and sauntered into the living room.

"Thomas!" You chided, standing at the doorway while Loki and the little boy threw fistfuls of feathers at each other, surrounded by newly-destroyed pillows. "Thomas, for heaven's sake, it's the middle of the night! Will you go to bed?"

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"....Thomas, I'm scared for us." you wipe the tear which rolled down your cheek.

"Y/N, don't worry about me. And as for you; I will protect you at all costs, from anything. What is it you're scared of exactly?" Thomas tucks a hair behind your ear which had fallen over your pale white skin. "You look paler than usual my darling, are you feeling well?" You didn't answer either of his questions.

You turn away from him, you are stood on the top floor landing. Looking down to the kitchen, you can here Lucille shuffling around in the kitchen. If you tell him you suspect she is poisoning you. He would dismiss the idea straight away.

You began to walk away from him to the bathroom. "Y/N, why haven't you answered me? What is wrong?

"When I said I was scared for us I meant me and our baby. Thomas, I found out I am pregnant." More tears cascaded down your ghost like cheeks.

"I visited the Doctors office yesterday, he told me I was 12 weeks pregnant and I have poison in my blood." Thomas froze.

You braved it. "Thomas, your sister is poisoning me and your child. That's why I look so poorly. I don't know what to do?" You instantly filled with relief as you told him.

You didn't have time to blink before Thomas flew down the stairs to confront her... this could only end badly...

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[andsheloved]

𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔

pairing ~ sir thomas sharpe x f!reader

word count ~ 1.3k

summary ~ when your own mind seems shattered, you're reminded of who will always be there to pick up the pieces.

warnings ~ plotless, pointless fluff, mention of nightmares/past traumatic experiences (nothing specific is mentioned), brief mention of death, implied insomnia, everyone needs to get some sleep.

a/n ~ this isn't the best thing i've written but my brain !! needed this !! let this be my little lullaby goodnight gift to you, and please enjoy some comforting thomas sharpe regardless mwauh :)

You could compare the feeling to something like falling, even if it really felt nothing like that. It wasn't that weightless, somewhat pleasant feeling one would get when drifting back into their own reality. It felt like death.

And in a way, maybe it was.

Even in your dreams, you could feel yourself falling back into the clutches of that endless cycle you couldn't seem to break, even while you attempted to find some sort of reprieve from your own mind in sleep, you still found yourself tormented, cursed with the ability of remembering.

You jolted awake, and suddenly you could feel your body once again, sensing how your chest rose and fell at a speed that, you had to admit, even worried yourself. You winced at the overwhelming buzzing that rang through your mind as you attempted to bring yourself back to the reality you found yourself paralyzed in, the only thing of warmth you could sense were the tears creeping down your face, stinging your eyes and reminding you of your own mortality.

"Dearest..." You could hear his voice, and although it was barely above a whisper to your ears, it felt like a tether, a life raft being thrown to you.

And so you reached for it, searching for the hushed flickers of his loving tone as you cut through the wicked, twisted vines that kept you from him, trying to return yourself to at least something akin to a resting state.

"You're alright..." You could hear him murmur, the feeling of his soft lips against the shell of your ear finally reaching your senses. "I'm here. I promise... You're safe..."

You felt a pain in your throat, as if being suffocated by your own anguish. The sensation was one of a monster in your chest, scratching and clawing against your insides, begging to be released in some sort of carnal, ferociously pained scream, though your lips remained sealed, or at least partially sealed. All that could escape your lips was a single, wounded sigh.

"Thomas..." You breathed, your trembling hand barely shifting, grasping for any part of him that you could hang on to.

"I'm right here."

His smooth voice only got clearer with each passing second, the feeling of his thumb gently brushing across your knuckles anchoring you to reality.

"I'm right here..." He continued to repeat, the gentle cadence of his words lulling your heartbeat until you began to feel some semblance of peace. "I'm right here."

Even as your mind settled, as your body began to no longer feel as if you had just ran some sort of harrowing marathon, you could still barely manage to say a word, so an almost silent whimper was all that escaped you.

And yet, even without a word uttered, he still managed to understand you.

Just as he always did.

His arms seemed to wrap around you in an instant, enveloping you into the warmth that you always seemed to find yourself longing for these days. Your heart stilled, finally at peace.

"Was it-"

You solemnly nodded before he could even finish, your chin gently nuzzling against his bicep as you did.

"Well..." He groaned softly, adjusting himself against you as he tenderly pulled you flush against his firm chest, prompting you to finally turn your head to face him. "You're safe now. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing could ever."

You swallowed harshly, your mind briefly returning to your previous state.

If it were anyone else, you might have even dared to accuse them of witchcraft, but it was Thomas. Your Thomas. And he knew you in a way you couldn't even comprehend yourself. It was as if he could read your mind, his thumb and forefinger finding their way to your chin, his touch shackling you once again to him.

He let out a gentle chuckle, "Don't leave me," He smiled, "Not when I've just gotten you back."

This time, you had managed to squeak out a few words in response. "Thank you."

You watched as his eyes softened, his eyebrows falling into an expression of slight concern. "You've nothing to thank me for." He grumbled, you noticed how his cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink as he spoke, this fact illuminated only by the dull slivers of moonlight that crept in from the window. "It's my honor."

Before you could stop it, a small chuckle left your lips, almost forgetting your situation entirely. "Honored?" You questioned softly. You couldn't even manage yourself half of the time, how could anyone feel any sort of honored to pick up after you?

His brows furrowed, a small, almost frustrated sounding huff came from him before he began to speak. "The first time..." He mumbled, trailing off for a moment, though you already knew what he was trying to say.

When the nightmares began.

"You could have turned from me," He continued, gently tracing his thumb against your cheek, "Pushed me from you entirely. Told me to leave you even." He smiled wistfully, "You didn't though. You allowed me to stay, to hold you, to promise that you were safe, that I would always protect you. You bestowed me with that honor, and it is not one that I take lightly." He finished, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

If you knew any better, you could have easily begun believing that he carried some sort of magic within him, your eyes gently drooping closed as soon as his lips touched your skin. Though maybe that was the magic of him, how he could calm your mind so easily.

The deep, quietly thunderous hum that rolled through him reached your ears like a lullaby, and you could feel his lips curl into a soft smile against your forehead.

There were a million words caught in your throat. Thousands of 'how could I ever live without you', hundreds of 'thank you's' and countless 'I love you's' begging to be ripped from your lips, and just as it was all about to come pouring out at once, as you began to acknowledge the fact that once you began speaking, you would certainly be awake until the morning, it seemed that he read your mind, silencing your thoughts at once.

"Get some rest, love, we can speak of everything in the morning if you'd like." He paused for a moment as he pulled at the heavy, quilted blanket engulfing you both, "Even if you choose not to, I'll be right beside you... Always."

His words faded as you drifted closer to the edge of exhaustion. You knew of the possibility of another nightmare, the lingering possibility of those all too familiar tendrils of pain and horror stained pieces of your imagination reaching out for you once again tonight, but somehow, you held no fear.

The heat of his body flooded your senses as you finally fell asleep, his final words somehow even reaching you in your unconsciousness, or maybe they weren't even his words, at least not in the current sense. Maybe they were just the words he had ingrained in you ever since the first time he told you that he loved you, the words that wrapped around you, filling you with light in any moment you felt surrounded by darkness. Maybe he hadn’t even uttered a thing, maybe it was just your own mind, comforting your soul with the voice of him as you fell into sleep.

Either way, you found you didn’t mind, all you cared for was that his voice was with you, guiding you through whatever darkness you may happen to encounter the rest of the night.

You could hear him as your breath evened and your pulse slowed, feeling him hold your hand through the pitch blackness. Even as your own mind attempted to betray you, taunting you with memories of pain you couldn’t seem to outrun, you could hear him.

“I’m here my dear, I always will be.”

fall-ish time = crimson peak time always for me. i know it has been a while and this isn't a huge fic or anything, but i've been writing this one on and off since things got a bit weird for me mentally, i just needed some pointless, fluffy, reassurance for my brain being weird, and hey if it came from thomas sharpe that wouldn't be too bad either :) i hope you all are doing so so good and thank you all for all your nice messages recently, i promise i will respond to all of them so soon!!

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[lady-rose-moon]

You were him?

Summary: being an Asgardian had its perks but after being banished in the late 19th century with no memory of who you were, you married a Baronet. But who was he really?

Warnings: mentions of attempted suicide

A/N: the description for the apartment on the helecarrier is from the avengers game. Y/B/F/N means your best friend's name.

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three

"I will come back for you," the voice echoed in the air as you panted heavily, shovel still in hand and watching the ghost of your late husband disappear in the wind. Lip trembling, you dropped to your knees and clasped your hands over your heart as you released a heartbroken wail. You were alone again. Thomas was dead.

You woke from your nightmare with a yell, clutching your heart and sobbing anew. It was 2012 now, Thomas was long since dead. Twenty years after the events of Crimson Peak, you discovered that you did not look any younger but you had wanted to join Thomas wherever he was so you watched the blood flow freely from the lashes in your arms but all you got was the slamming of memories into your brain.

You were Aesir, a noblewoman but not high enough to be in the royal circle, you were banished for learning seiðr way above what you were meant to. King Odin saw it as a threat and so, banished you to Midgard as a babe for you to live a "normal" life. You didn't deserve banishment but seiðr was commonly seen as a housewife tool, women were taught the bare minimum of seiðr so that they would be able to do normal tasks with it but you wanted more.

You grew up in a small city that had everything you needed, your father was doting and understanding of your thirst for knowledge even if this was around the time when that was seen as taboo. You then decided that you needed to create stories that have not been written yet, stories that will captivate the people and make them have such a thirst for literature that you had developed.

Then you met him. Sir Thomas Sharpe, Baronet. He had read some of the novel you had finally completed and complimented it. Actually complimented it! You hadn't expected anyone to truly enjoy what you wrote, not after it had been rejected. He was stunning, honestly, and his ambition for his work made you smile dumbly as he explained it to the old businessmen of your town.

You married him and moved to his home in England, a fixer-upper mansion that was practically withering away with time. Still, you stayed and boy did you regret it. You uncovered dark secrets in that house, along with the fact that Thomas's sister, Lucille, was poisoning you. And she was sleeping with your husband, her own brother!

You pushed away the memories of Thomas's last moments with you as you sighed, pushing off the bed and heading into the kitchen of your apartment. The image you saw of him after you had finally gotten rid of Lucille, a white ghost with such a sad look on his face, broke your heart. Still, you guessed that your love wasn't meant to be and you continued.

You used your seiðr to grab the cereal box off the top shelf and grinned as you poured it into a bowl quickly followed by the milk. Unconsciously, you turned on the TV and a news bulletin sounded throughout the apartment.

"A large facility collapsed this morning, witnesses warn the public to be on the lookout for a man holding a golden sceptre. Calls himself Loki of Asgard."

You almost dropped your bowl as you heard the name and your head whipped around to look at the TV in shock before finishing up your breakfast and turning it off. So, Prince Loki had come down to Midgard? Why?

You put the bowl in the sink and your seiðr washed over you to change your pyjamas into a business-appropriate outfit before leaving your apartment to head to your job. Your hand instinctively clutched at your old wedding ring attached to a chain around your neck. It wasn't exactly the best ring, having a horrid past linked to it but Thomas had given it to you and you would love it just for that reason.

"Miss Y/L/N," came a voice from behind you as you got to your desk and you turned around to smile at your boss politely. He wasn't the best man but he employed you despite not having a proper modern education but you had proven to him time and time that you were capable of the job, "I have asked around and no one had the time so I was wondering if you could stay overtime tonight?"

You nodded and shrugged, "I have no plans tonight anyway, sir, I would be happy to. Just don't abuse this one time."

The day dragged on and through your overtime, you had gotten some calls from a blocked number and chose to just ignore it. You were curious why they were so persistent but you didn't want it to be a scam call or some predictable shit like that.

As you pushed out the doors, ready to get home and enjoy a nice bowl of ice cream and illusions of your short life with your husband. Moving back to America was the best choice. You didn't like Allerdale Hall but were saddened when you returned for a visit only to find it completely decrepit and sunk beyond saving into the clay. Absently, you felt remorse for not trying to save Thomas's only home but you decided that it was for its own good.

"Y/N Y/L/N," you froze at the sound of a voice behind you and you turned to see a man in an eyepatch glaring at you and you gulped, "we need you to come with us."

You tilted your head curiously as you stared at the men in front of you, "I'm sorry, I don't think I have done something to earn such a big party coming to collect me for something."

"That's the thing, Miss Y/N," the man with the eyepatch spoke, "we have a matter regarding your home that we need your help with."

"My home?" You asked with a tilt of the head before one of the men grabbed your arm and you gasped, "hey, be a bit more gentle! I'm cooperating, aren't I?"

Turning to the first man that spoke, you schooled your expression and smiled gently, "my home is here, sir, or on a sunken plot of land in England."

The man's lip quirked up into a smirk before handing you a file, "we need your skills against someone that just appeared through an unintentional doorway into space."

Your brow raised in curiosity before opening the file and feeling your heart race in familiarity of the photo. This man resembled your late husband but you couldn't let this man know that you knew this man's face.

"Looks unhinged," you mumbled, palming through the rest of the hurried assessments of this man, "did he give a name?"

"Called himself Loki of Asgard, does that name ring familiar to you? You are Asgardian, aren't you?" the man asked and you shrugged with a small sigh.

You handed the file back to the man and grabbed your coat, "he is the second son of King Odin and Queen Frigga. He is Prince Loki of Asgard. I wonder why he is here."

After that, you allowed them to escort you out of your apartment, smiling at your neighbour as you passed. You were helped into the back of a black van and you looked at the others in there with you, four agents and the man from before.

"If you don't mind me asking," you broke the silence politely, addressing the man who had done most of the talking, "what is your name?"

"Fury. Director Fury," the man responded, resolving to look out of the nearest window to avoid making conversation with you again.

After getting to an airfield, you were moved into a jet and brought to the biggest plane carrier that you had ever seen in the middle of the ocean. Once you landed, you nodded to Director Fury and then started to walk around the landing strip of the carrier. Everything still fascinated you so you snapped a photo and smiled down at it, saving it to your notes and writing underneath it.

Dear Thomas,

You would be so fascinated with how technology has advanced. I can imagine your blueprints now.

Yours,

Y/N ~ <3

"Writing to a lover?" came a voice from behind you and you turned around quickly to see a woman with fiery red hair and you grinned, holding up your phone nervously.

"A late husband, actually," you smiled and watched her smile form but you quickly shook your head, "he died before his time but he did it to save me. I no longer feel lasting sadness over his death."

The woman nodded and held out her hand to you, "I'm Natasha Romanoff, it seems that we are going to be working together."

You nodded slightly and shook her hand, "my name is Y/N Y/L/N, it's nice to meet you, Miss Romanoff."

Natasha guided you inside and to the carrier's living area. Once you both were standing in front of a door, Natasha showed you how to open the door and you followed suit, scanning your hand so the carrier knew it opened to you. Walking inside, you smiled at the double bed, desk and door leading to an en suite.

"Impressive," you whispered, watching Natasha smile and you walked around the space before grinning at the redhead, departing from the rooms and heading into the control room, seeing them searching for any signs of Prince Loki.

You knew that you would be here for a while so you resolved to sit beside an agent and look at the footage that they were analysing. You knew that they wouldn't find the Prince if he didn't want to be found, he could avoid even Heimdall's gaze! You walked away from the monitors and over to the large windows. You closed your eyes and your heart brought you back to the worst day of your life.

You watched as Thomas came out of the rickety lift and you held the pen out to him, "you! You don't come near me!"

Thomas held up his hands to show that he meant no harm as he watched you with a heartbroken expression, "Listen to me, please!" he begged, his hands shaking.

"You get away!" you tugged and screamed against your husband as you sobbed.

"Y/N, please," Thomas pressed, desperately trying to get you to listen, "listen! Y/B/F/N is still alive! They are still alive!"

"You lied to me!" you sobbed.

"I did."

"You poisoned me!"

"I... I did."

"You told me you loved me!"

Thomas pulled you close to him and looked into your eyes desperately, "I do! Y/N please, one last time, trust me one last time! You can leave if you want or you can wait here for me! I'm going to get those papers back... I will fix this..."

Thomas was about to walk away but you called out to him, "Thomas!" and he turned on his heel, looking at you timidly before melting when you hugged him and kissed his chest, "come back safe, husband, and I will forgive you."

Thomas nodded, pressed a kiss to your forehead and then departed down the corridor. Never to be seen again.

A hand pressed on your shoulder startled you out of your thoughts and you turned to see Natasha smiling at you, "You okay?"

You smiled at her question and nodded, patting her hand on your shoulder before noticing how dark it had gotten and excusing yourself to your bedroom.

Once inside your room and the door shut behind you, you lunged onto your bed and sobbed into your pillow, the wound now torn open again when you knew that Thomas wasn't coming back as Lucille stormed down the corridor, fully prepared to kill you. Absently, you pulled the pillow closer to you and whimpered into it.

The next day you walked out of your rooms and headed down to the labs to help Bruce Banner (who had arrived last night with Captain America). You didn't know what to do to help the scientist so you just took to keeping him company and asking him questions about anything but the Hulk.

You heard another jet arrive late that night and you were sipping a cup of coffee, looking in a magazine as a troop of soldiers brought a prisoner through the hallway past the lab. You saw the Prince of Asgard among them and your heart fell, his smirk entrancing you but it dropped with a kind of realisation as he took you in. As quick as he was there, he was guided on into the holding cell unit.

"So," Banner spoke up, his eyes locked on the final window where Loki had rounded a corner and disappeared from sight, "that was the crazy man we were searching for."

You nodded and downed your coffee before walking up to where Steve and Nat were sitting at a table, watching Fury handle Loki.

"I don't care about your glass cage," Loki sneered through the video and you watched with interest, "I will not speak to anyone but her."

"Unfortunately," Fury growled out, glaring at the Prince, "she is not talking to you. You will be kept here. Let us know if you need anything."

Loki turned to look at the cameras and smirked, a chill running down your spine as you realised he was intentionally looking right at you and he mouthed something to you, "come to me, now."

Pushing back your chair, you sighed and looked at the gathered team, "he wants me. I saw him being guided past the labs and he seemed to have a reaction to me. I should go and interrogate him."

Steve sighed and shook his head, "what if he was talking about Natasha? He spent all that time on the jet with Stark, Natasha, Thor and I so maybe he was talking about her?"

You smiled and shook your head, "Natasha isn't Asgardian, Captain. I'll be back."

The journey down to the holding cells didn't take too long and you sighed as you pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside. Immediately, Loki stood from the small seat at the back of the cell and smirked at you.

You walked closer to the glass, your magic conjuring up a holster and a handgun on your thigh as you glared at the Prince. Crossing your arms, you glared at him, "what do you want?"

"I wanted to see if I was right, miss," Loki smirked, taking a few steps closer to the glass and your heart raced in your chest, "tell me you recognise me."

"Should I know you as more than just my Prince, My Prince?" You asked, your posture tightening as Loki chuckled and shook his head.

The God stood and glared at you, tilting his head curiously, "why don't you take a look?"

That was all the warning you had before Loki's seiðr pulled you into his mind.

"The waltz," Thomas began, addressing everyone in the room, "not a complicated dance, really. The lady takes her place slightly to the left of the leading gentleman. Six basic steps and that's all," he takes a candle from the man carrying a candelabra and he turns to your best friend, "however, it is said that the true test of a perfect waltz is for it to be so swift, so delicate and so smooth that the candleflame will not be extinguished in the hands of the lead dancer, now that requires the perfect partner," he turns to you with a nervous look as he whispers "would you be mine?"

“I don’t think so…thank you…” you look up at him nervously before you look to your side then look back at him, “I’m sure Eunice would be delighted…” you look into his eyes, more nervous as to what he would say next.

"I daresay," he looks down into your eyes nervously, his heart racing as he waits for you, holding out his hand towards you as an offer, "but I have asked you"

You look up at him then down at his hand as you hesitantly take his hand and follow him to the center of the dance floor, looking extremely nervous as you glance around the room. Thomas gets into position in the centre of the room, holding the candle between your joined hands and he looks over at Lucille, who turns around to start playing the piano and he smiles down at you when he sees the nervousness, "I've always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable... it makes everything easier..." he makes sure to keep eye contact with you as he spoke.

"I don't want to close my eyes," you whispered as you gazed up at him, "I want to keep them open."

You both danced around the room after that and the scene melted into another.

You walked down the aisle towards Thomas, your best friend by your side as you smiled at your fiancee despite your grief at your father being murdered. You knew that Thomas would take care of you. The ceremony was small but when you were officially Y/N Sharpe, you smiled and kissed your husband carelessly.

The scene melted into another and another until you got to the memory that haunted you.

You watched as Thomas came out of the rickety lift and you held the pen out to him, "you! You don't come near me!"

Thomas held up his hands to show that he meant no harm as he watched you with a heartbroken expression, "Listen to me, please!" he begged, his hands shaking.

"You get away!" you tugged and screamed against your husband as you sobbed.

"Y/N, please," Thomas pressed, desperately trying to get you to listen, "listen! Y/B/F/N is still alive! They are still alive!"

"You lied to me!" you sobbed.

"I did."

"You poisoned me!"

"I... I did."

"You told me you loved me!"

Thomas pulled you close to him and looked into your eyes desperately, "I do! Y/N please, one last time, trust me one last time! You can leave if you want or you can wait here for me! I'm going to get those papers back... I will fix this..."

Thomas was about to walk away but you called out to him, "Thomas!" and he turned on his heel, looking at you timidly before melting when you hugged him and kissed his chest, "come back safe, husband, and I will forgive you."

Thomas nodded, pressed a kiss to your forehead and then departed down the corridor. Never to be seen again.

The scene melted again and now you were standing with a shovel in hand as you glared at Lucille.

"I won't stop," Lucille breathed, "until you kill me or I kill you."

"You think this is what he would want?! Look at him! Look at what you did to him!" you yelled, staring at Thomas's ghost behind Lucille and you watched as the woman turned to her brother and sobbed. You took the opportunity and smashed Lucille's head in, killing her.

You gasped for air as you made your way to Thomas's ghost and you held a hand to his cheek as you sobbed, watching him lean into the touch before disappearing.

"I will come back for you," the voice echoed in the air as you panted heavily, shovel still in hand and watching the ghost of your late husband disappear in the wind. Lip trembling, you dropped to your knees and clasped your hands over your heart as you released a heartbroken wail. You were alone again. Thomas was dead.

Wrenching yourself away from Loki's seiðr, you turned away from him in horror and your knees buckled beneath you but you grabbed a rail for support. Loki just stared at you brokenly, watching his once wife have to grieve him again.

Shaken, you turned to face the God again and stared at him in horror as the words left your lips, "you were Thomas..."

Loki wished that the glass didn't exist at that moment so he could catch you when you fell to your knees after he nodded to confirm your statement. The gut-wrenching wail that left her throat made him falter before he pressed a hand to the glass, "Y/N... come here, please..."

You got to your feet slowly and approached the glass, watching as he placed a hand there and you studied it keenly, remembering the rare nights where Thomas would sleep with you and you would study the beautiful prints on his fingers. They were exactly the same as your husband's.

"Thomas," you breathed against the glass and he sighed softly, resting his head against the glass.

"The Tesseract is heading to Stark Tower to open a portal to my army. There is a failsafe being built into the portal opening that Doctor Selvig doesn't know I know about. Hurry," Loki whispered and you nodded, looking at the camera and watching it flicker off.

You walked over to the control panel and opened the door to Loki's cell, meeting him by the door and squeaking when he engulfed you in his arms and you broke down then and there. You were so glad to be back with your husband again, your head resting comfortably against his chest.

"Step away from the Lady, brother," came a deep voice from behind you and you turned your head to see Thor glaring at Loki, pointing Mjolnir at the both of you.

You shook your head and pressed your head closer to Loki's armour with a broken sob, "please let him go. He helped you by giving you that information. Leave him be."

Loki tore his gaze from you long enough to gaze at Thor and he sighed, nuzzling your head before pulling you behind him. "I will not return to Asgard, Thor, I will serve any punishment that Odin gives to me here with my wife."

"Wife? Loki, you..." Thor trailed off as he took you in fully and his brows raised, "oh! That's Y/N! The one you fell in love with but didn't mean to!"

Loki snarled and held you closer to him, "this is my wife, Y/N Sharpe. Leave us be, Thor."

The God of Thunder stepped out of the way as Loki guided you out of the holding cell. When you saw that he was guiding you to the lab, you tensed but Loki easily shushed you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The arguing died when Loki stepped into the room and passed everyone to the sceptre. Staring down at the sceptre, he motioned for you to join him by his side and you did immediately.

"Focus," he whispered, his eyes closed with his hand over the sceptre and you closed your eyes too, channelling Loki's seiðr.

Once you both gained access to the sceptre, you worked on breaking every link and every brainwashed person that Loki had acquired. Once the job was done, you wilted and Loki caught you before picking up the sceptre and disappearing in a cloud of green.

Loki didn't take you to Allerdale as you had expected. Instead, he brought you to Norway, to a nice cabin in the mountains and he guided you inside.

You looked around in wonder at the small cabin, tiredly turning to look at him, "did you buy this place?"

Loki smiled sadly, green enveloping him and revealing him as Thomas Sharpe, his familiar ebony black curls and green eyes smiling back at you. He walked over to you and took you by the waist, guiding you into a slow waltz. "I bought this place the day I realised I loved you," he whispered, "then the day I died, I cast a protection spell around this place so no-one would find it until I moved in here with my wife. I thought I lost you, petal."

You sobbed and wrapped your arms around his waist and sobbed into the crook of his neck, him nuzzling your head and swaying gently with you. You two stood there for a long while before Loki gained the courage to walk you to the bedroom and lay you down on it with him spooned behind you.

You laid there, in silence, basking in the quiet for hours. You enjoyed the company of each other like nothing else and you had almost forgotten the question pressing on your mind but you knew you had to ask.

"What do I call you?" you mumbled, unsure whether he was asleep or not.

Your husband hummed from behind you, pulling you closer to him as he mumbled, his voice deep from sleep, "I'm your Thomas, Y/N. But in front of others, call me Loki."

You nodded and kissed his cheek before allowing sleep to consume you.

You weren't alone after all.

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Hi theeeeeeere! 😁💗 For your opening event... Something fluffy with this guy? 🥺

Thank youuuu! 🧡

▪️ Gif drabbles day 2 (≈700 words)

Welcome home

“Lucille?” Thomas' agitated voice echoed through the many old hallways and silently whispering wooden staircases. 

No answer. Not a single noise. 

“She must be in London then” the black haired baronet mused, two slender fingers gripping the brim of his equally obsidian stovepipe hat to swiftly slide it down.

“Darling, come on in” Thomas soothing voice coaxed you to step inside the huge, slightly spooky mansion the Sharpes possessed for generations. It was rustic however, craftsmen were working all around the huge house to renovate. 

“Welcome to Allerdale Hall” he cooed stretching his right arm as he happily presented his home to you, the woman he had been looking for his entire life and was sure would withstand Lucille's twisted nature. 

With widened eyes and a coy smile on your rosy lips you looked around your new home, turning and tilting your body as your mind began to imagine how a touch of you would perfectly suit this historical mansion. 

Thomas arms were fast to embrace your waist in a touch of sentiment, his fingers brushing the fabric of your gown as you continued to turn on the spot. You had naively agreed to move in with him after your hurried love wedding in your father's small country estate. Nevertheless, regret was not what filled your heart when your smile grew broader, Thomas loving chuckle coating your excitement with sweet caramel. 

“Whatever is my gorgeous wife smiling about?” your husband snickered before stopping your spin with his big hands hugging your waist tightly but utmost gently. There way the dark baronet treated you had never been malicious, quite the contrary. He was a true gentleman of old class. 

“I love it here” you panted, overwhelmed by all the ideas and unique inspiration you got from the old mansion. This would be a perfect home, you gut told you so. Even if those rumors about the building being haunted by ghosts were true, they would have to cope with your adjustments of facility.

The thought made you giggle, drawing the lean baronet's rapt attention. Your opinion was all that mattered from now on and he would do everything in his might to change whatever was unpleasing to his perfect wife.

“Really? You do?” Thomas asked, a cute shyness embedded in the low timbre of his voice. Those steel blue orbs you had shamelessly fallen for during the first waltz were looking up at you again, happiness and relief adorning those almond eyes. 

“Of course, Sir Sharpe” you smiled cupping his sharp cheekbones before Thomas pulled you in a loving kiss, caressing your exposed collarbone with a soft thumb, the touch so mildly it was rather a promise than an act. The somewhat intimidating-looking man was a sensual lover and preferred to keep your love live intimate. But of course, the two of you would surely find some privacy in the huge master bedroom Allerdale Hall offered. 

“I love you so much, darling” he murmured between loving kisses, each a testament to his honest feelings towards you. You, the new Lady of his household who would finally free him from Lucille's poisonous influence. 

Your delicate fingers stayed intertwined with some of the raven curls as you parted, the very tall man still bowing to you with affection glistening in his eyes like the diamond of your wedding ring. 

“If you wish we shall set up a garden to grow those flowers you so much adore. The new machine I invented did successfully go under contract with a huge company” Thomas grinned proudly but still subtle, staying true to his calm nature as he told you the good news. The baronet was fond of his inventions, a clever man. 

“A garden would be most delightful, my love” you noted, continuously smiling lips placed a sugary kiss on your husband's alabaster cheek before you slipped from his embrace. Nevertheless, none of you let go of each other's hand as if it there was an invisible bond proving your devotion. 

“My love, allow me to show you around” Thomas purred, his expression happy and relieved as he offered you his suit clad arm. Eyes shone bluer than the clear sky, inviting you to explore this new fascinating life Sir Thomas Sharpe was offering you from the bottom of his heart. 

“Welcome in Allerdale Hall, Lady Sharpe” the maid greeted you respectfully using your new title that truly sounded quite becoming…

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[etherealacoustic]

All Of Me

Pairing - Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Summary - On your third anniversary, Tom sings this song to you. Also depicts your and Tom's relationship.

Warnings - none!

Also I love him sm 🥺💙

Your lips mouthed the lyrics to the song that was playing on the radio, a soft romantic one. That was always your preferred choice, either love songs or sad songs. There was no in between.

Even after being married for almost three years now, one of your traits could be traced back to when you were a teen. Which was that you were a hopeless romantic.

You chuckled at the thought of your younger self daydreaming at how would you meet the love of your life. Various memories ran through your mind where you created scenarios in your head, imagined how the conversation would play out.

And speaking about getting hitched, tomorrow would be you and your husband's third marriage anniversary.

You smiled at the thought of your husband, Tom. The most caring, loving, sweet, and handsome gentleman you'd ever met.

Just as you were driving, you spotted a florist shop on the sidewalk and immediately stopped the car in front of it.

Getting out you quickly went over and greeted the old lady at the counter. There were many different kinds of flowers but you were looking for a particular one.

"This one," you said and pointed to the small purple sprig kept in a vase.

"Bougainville?" The lady seemed a little surprised at your choice as she plucked it out and handed it to you.

"My husband loves it," you chuckled and paid the amount.

"Quite an extraordinary choice," she nodded appreciatively.

"I know right," you said and shook her hand before retreating back into your car and driving home.

Finally reaching your apartment, you parked the car and walked towards the elevator to get home at last.

Tom on the other hand, was busy jamming to music and cooking dinner to hear the door open.

You grinned at hearing the all too familiar tunes being blasted and smirked at your perfect opportunity. Quietly tip-toeing towards the kitchen, you stood right behind him and yelled, "BOO!"

He jumped and turned around so fast that you were afraid he had snapped his neck. His eyes went comically wide and he clutched his chest to soothe his agitated heart. "That wasn't fair in the least".

"Sorry," you said in between laughs. "Couldn't turn down such a perfect chance now, could I?"

He rolled his eyes but smiled nevertheless, his eyes visibly brightening at seeing you after a long day.

"I got something for you," you said and he noticed one of your hand was behind your back, hiding something.

"What?" He asked curiously, a childish excitement glowing on his face.

At that, you held out your hand which was holding the small bunch of Bougainville and presented it to him with extreme dramatics and unnecessary elegance.

A faint blush rose to his cheeks as he laughed and took the flower from you, a huge smile on his face. "Thank you, love".

"My pleasure, husband," you winked and went forward to wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head on his shoulders.

He sighed contently and tightened his grip around you, swaying slightly and just enjoying the closeness.

"I'll quickly go and get changed," you whispered and he nodded, kissing you deeply before letting go.

Dinner was quite peaceful compared to the time spent after. You two were watching those try not to laugh challenges on YouTube and you were failing miserably.

"You're an actor!" You exclaimed angrily after your fifth defeat. "It's not fair!"

"A good actor might I add," he retorted smugly. "Everything's fair in love and war".

You frowned and huffed, "One last time, winner takes it all".

But as predicted, you had lost. Again.

"I hate this bloody game," you groaned and face palmed at being so easily cheered.

"Only because you totally suck," he grinned and backed you against the armrest of the couch.

"I do not! It's just that you have a really unfair advantage," you said and pulled him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck.

You two were quite close, noses brushing and foreheads touching slightly. His baby blue eyes gazed into your shining irises, both pairs filled with every ounce of affection.

He leaned forward to kiss you, your eyes instantly fluttering close as you felt his slight weight on your body. Your lips moved against his in a familiar harmony, one that both of you knew all too well.

The small ding of the clock was what made Tom pull away, he glanced at the time before turning back to you.

"Happy anniversary, my love," he whispered and brought in his embrace.

"Happy anniversary, Tom," you breathed back, smiling at hearing his heart taking up it's speed.

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It was early in the morning and you were moving around, trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb your sleeping husband.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your hair and coat before giving a satisfying nod.

"Love?" A raspy voice was heard making you smile softly.

You walked over to his side of the bed and sat next to him, laughing as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer. "You look beautiful," he mumbled with his eyes closed.

"Morning to you too," you chuckled and ran your fingers through his blond locks.

He hummed and slowly opened his eyes, "Leaving already?"

"Yeah," you sighed. Though wanting to stay home and enjoy your anniversary together, you had an unavoidable meeting. "I promise I'll be back early.

"It's fine. Drive slowly," he murmured and smiled sleepily at you.

You nodded and kissed him one last time before leaving rather reluctantly.

Tom watched as you closed the door and smiled before falling asleep again.

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It was late evening and the living room of your house was decorated nicely. Not too lavish but simple and beautiful, just the way you liked.

The lights were dimmed to a soft golden colour, fairy bulbs hung around, some draped over a plant and some on the wall.

Tom looked around, checking everything to make sure all was in place and smiled softly at your reaction on seeing this.

He went over to the bedroom to check himself. He adjusted his blue formal shirt, brushing off creases and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. Running a hand through his hair and styling it a little, he nodded before taking the most important part of the entire surprise.

His guitar.

It was placed near the sofa, not easily visible but not completely hidden too.

The doorbell rang and he immediately perked up, a small grin on his face as he hurried over to open the door.

The door was open and you stepped in, not having the slightest clue about everything. The first thing you saw was your husband, looking extremely handsome in that shirt.

And before you could even say anything, rose petals started falling and you let out a tiny gasp, looking up and holding out your palm. Your body spun slowly without you even noticing as you were busy smiling widely.

You laughed a little and looked at Tom who had a fond look on his face. You walked closer and wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your hips.

"Thank you so much," you said and cupped his cheek with your right hand, an excited expression adorning your face.

"My pleasure," he replied in his deep and alluring accent. He raised his hand and removed a small petal that was stuck in your hair. A warm feeling spreading through you at his touch.

He smiled, and that was all it took for you to press your lips against his.

Tom pulled away and his hands went to your shoulder to pull off the blazer, "How was the meeting?"

"Not bad," you responded and let him lead you towards the sofa. "I think we will end up making a deal".

He nodded encouragingly and made you sit down on one of the couches before seating himself in the opposite one. You gave him a quizzical look but he just smiled pleasantly and took the guitar in his hands.

"You've been playing?" You asked in surprise and delight.

"Yep," he grinned and started tuning the instrument as you sat there.

"Now," he said after he was done. "I'm gonna play a song okay? And- I- I'm gonna sing too.. All you have to do is just watch".

A smile spread across your face as you took in his words. He was going to sing and play for you. You loved this man.

"Which song?" You questioned, trying your luck though you knew it to be hopeless.

"You'll just have to wait," he smirked which then faded to a slightly anxious look.

"Go ahead," you said reassuringly after seeing his nervous state.

He nodded and cleared his throat, offering you a charming grin before beginning to strum gently.

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What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawin' me in and you kickin' me out. You've got my head spinnin', no kiddin'. I can't pin you down.

Your eyes widened and you smiled at the familiar song, one that both of you loved. Another thought struck you that he was singing this for you, to you.

Tom's eyes that were previously on the guitar were now glued to your face as he sang, clearly letting you know that it was you he was dedicating this to.

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What's goin' on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride. And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me. But I'll be alright. My head's under water, but I'm breathin' fine. You're crazy and I'm out of my mind.

His eyes were still on you, taking in your features as his fingers moved and strummed the strings with no effort. You were looking especially beautiful tonight. Maybe it was due to the cost ambience, the golden glow of your skin, or maybe it was just your awed expression.

You were staring back at him, the love of your life, your man. Still not believing this was really happening. To someone it might seem simple, but to you it was a big deal.

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'Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you. You're my end and my beginnin', even when I lose, I'm winnin'.

His lips held a small smile as he looked you right in the eye, as though making sure you were hearing his every word, trying to make you believe in him. His gaze scanned your body, affection fully visible in every part of his face.

Your throat tightened and you swallowed down the burning sensation. It had been just a minute and you were already getting emotional. You looked up at him to see him mouth, "You're perfect," and you chuckled, blush rising to your lips fast making him laugh.

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'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you. Oh-oh.

You didn't know how to respond to the way he was looking at you, like it was you who hung the stars. He was looking at you with so much love, so much care, that all you could o was offer him a teary smile, hoping your eyes showed the same, wishing you weren't looking like an absolute mess.

His smile slipped a little at seeing your eyes welling up, he hated to see you cry. But his face brightened again at seeing your smile.

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How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too. The world is beating you down, I'm around, through every mood.

You almost laughed out loud at the perfect timing, it was as though the universe had aligned your emotions to the lyrics. Not even a minute ago you were a tiny bit conscious and here it was, your husband reassuring you unknowingly.

He cheered internally at seeing your happy grin, knowing what you were thinking. All that was running in his mind was you, and you only. He wanted you to know that he'll always be there, no matter what.

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You're my downfall, you're my muse. My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues. I can't stop singing, it's ringing. In my head for you. My head's under water but I'm breathin' fine. You're crazy and I'm out of my mind.

A smirk was seen on your lips despite your tear-filled eyes. You had multiple playful arguments, where Tom was so-called annoyed at you because according to him, you were the reason for the numerous diversions he faced when working.

He rolled his eyes at your mischievous grin, him understanding exactly what was running through your mind. Though being 'frustrated' with you for many times, you would always be his favorite distraction.

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'Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, give my all to you. You're my end and my beginnin', even when I lose, I'm winnin'.

And as though it was the perfect time, the tears you were holding back slipped from your fierceness and you shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop them but to no avail. His voice was just too sincere, full of too much adoration that it became difficult for your heart to stay silent.

Tom's eyes bore a sympathetic and fond look as he gazed at you, he loved you too much and even he could feel his voice starting to shake and throat starting to burn.

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'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you. Oh-oh. Give me all of you, oh. Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts. Risking it all, though it's hard.

You had not even bothered to wipe your tear-stained cheeks. You just watched and listened. Your eyes flitting from his face to his hand as it strummed the guitar.

His gaze though was settled on you, taking in every tiny reaction and capturing it in his mind forever.

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'Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges. All your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me, give my all to you. You're my end and my beginnin', even when I lose, I'm winnin'. 'Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you. I give you all of me. And you give me all of you, oh-oh.

You eyes didn't stray away from his until his very last note, until his very last strum. You were taking everything in. From his shirt-clad body, to his glowing face, and to his glistening eyes.

And he did the same, losing himself into you as he mindlessly finished the song.

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As soon as the guitar was placed down, Tom wasn't even given the chance to look up when you had jumped on him, bringing him in the tightest hug ever.

He laughed softly and raised his hands to wrap them around you. He slowly pulled away to see trails of tears down your cheeks.

"Oh, love," he sighed and wiped them away, cupping your face gently, holding you with extreme care and kissing you at last.

"You shouldn't make your wife cry on her anniversary, Thomas," you sniffed and placed your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, darling," he whispered genuinely and you could hear the huge smile.

"Well you sung a goddamn song for me. I can't even be mad," you laughed and kissed his cheek.

"You liked it?"

"Of course I did! It was amazing, thank you," you said genuinely.

"Happy anniversary once again, my love," he murmured and pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his chest.

"Happy anniversary, handsome," you sighed and snuggled closer.

Both of your hearts swelling up with unfathomable amounts of love for one another as you cuddled.

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Hey, does anyone has some Tom Hiddleston and Tom Hiddleston characters multiparts fic to advise me to read (can be on tumblr, ao3 or even wattpad) ?

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[smolvenger]

A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Fifteen (Loki x fem! Reader Crossover Series)

Series Summary: Based on Sarah J Mass's A Court of Thorns and Roses series with the Tom Hiddleston characters. You are a woman of 1880's in Aldwinter in Essex, England, dying of tuberculosis. Never to be married to the local Lusty Vicar. When Loki appears to you and offers to heal you...if you spend a week of every month with him

Chapter Summary: You and Loki return from the cabin. Stella returns back home. Thomas opens up about the identity of the Weaver's form and his history. Then the cauldron's location is at last revealed.

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: Smut in the beginning (dirty talk, doing it on a table, p in v sex, use of restraints via Loki's shadows), mentions of physical and sexual abuse and violence. I interpret the Thomas/Lucille relationship in Crimson Peak as non-consensual. I choose violence. Grammar and spelling mistakes that miss my radar. But some fluff.

A/N: Wanted to get this done before my play opens tomorrow. Also...if Sarah J Maas put me through it, you guys have to go through it too. Enjoy.

DICK-Tionary: Smut begins at "Let's begin what we started last night" and ends at "You’re wonderful, my dear, truly wonderful"

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The next morning, it was another beautiful day. You both kissed each other good morning. Holding each other as the sun rose, and the drifts of snowflakes fell. Then slow, lazy morning lovemaking. To only feel each other- greet each other’s bodies, claim each other. You could not help but admire Loki- his muscular back, wide chest, the little chest hair he had that was as dark as the hairs on his head. It almost made you disappointed when he got to change into his clothes. You followed suit with normal clothes, though a little worn and smelly from the day's change. No doubt his magic would have you all cleaned.

The cabin had breakfast. You both sat down, helping yourself to warm oatmeal with honey and eggs scrambled with cheese on them.

But how handsome, how free he looked by the fire! You couldn’t help it- you grabbed him and kissed him again. You couldn’t help but get into his lap.

He spread your legs wide as you straddled him. Continuing to kiss him, he moaned. He was panting as your hands explored him, as your hips met and you began to grind.

You reached back, touching the table, pushing aside the plates, and guiding him on.

“Let’s finish what we started last night,” you urged as you grabbed him.

He let out a smile, pulling up your skirt and petticoat.

“My- already-so much desire! And your second day…but how fortunate your lovely clothing has such…simpler access,” he said.

He leaned over to kiss you, getting wetter as he cupped your face. But his pants were still on him, you felt his hardness brush against you.

“You’re eager too. Again! My mother would tell me, that men can only finish once and then take a lot of time after to recover!” you recalled.

“My dear, you’re forgetting something…”

He undid his pants, grabbing your hips closer once he was freed. But you kept your eyes on his smirk, feeling his hard length just at the start of your entrance.

“I am not a man.”

He thrust on there, his grunts in your ear. Your laughter melted with moans. Immediately, it was intense, faster. Now this- this would be called “fucking,” you thought. He pounded into you, what little dishware shaking.

“Yes-yes-Loki- yes-please-for gods’s sake-your sake-oh-oh yes,”

His pants and grunts, his soft repetitions of your name, the table shaking as he kept on. “Yes-yes, darling- I want to want to take you on every surface here- everyone, until all the corners have felt your-your beautiful bare skin- and not one place isn’t ringing with-fuck-you scream-screaming my name when you cum.”

As he thrust, he let out a grin that bared his teeth. Then a green light shone in his eyes.

“Let’s make this a little more fun,” he voiced.

Then two shadows went up, crawling from him, they held you back. Then one reached up your leg so they were high in the air. Then the other you felt grab your wrists, holding your arms up tight. It was a deep angle.

“Oh-oh gods!” you cried as he reached there.

“Yes- and that god is me now-” he grunted. “Yes-yes keep there- keep there-darling pet-fuck-good-good little pet-”

He kept thrusting wildly. The shadows holding you close. The spin crawled up inside you, tightening everything. Ready to let go.

“Should I-I-I stop?” he teased, still that slight smile, continuing his pounding.

“Please-Please Loki- oh-oh-please no- oh gods-I’m going to cum- I’m about to-about to-”

With that, your release hit you even stronger. The world spun as it all relaxed and released inside you. You made a sound with it- Loki did as well as you felt his release inside you. Both of you stopped for a while, looking at each other as the high ran its course and then washed down. His chest heaving with the breath lost. He pulled out, pulling you up to press your forehead to his.

“You’re wonderful, my dear, truly wonderful…” he breathed out.

The shadows around the room stretched out to the walls. You looked at them as Loki smoothed your skirt and helped you back up, though keeping a hand around your back.

“Loki…how much magic does it take for the shadows?” you asked.

“Quite a bit,” he answered. “It just….flew out of me.”

You looked around to see the Shadows fixing the dishes that fell. They set them back up. Loki kept an arm around you and you placed a hand on his chest to observe. You noticed the green light still shining in his eyes. Then they shrunk, returning to him. You felt a brush past you like a cool mist. They went back to his toes and the green light from his eyes dimmed.

“Your powers are restored!” you cried.

You looked around- the safe, warm cabin surrounded by snow. A table with little water paintings. The smell of warm bread and lovemaking. The crackling, comforting fireplace. The touch of the warm blankets and embraces and reassuring kisses were as delicate and soft as the snowflakes that flew down outside the frosted windows. Then back at him.

“Then…we must go…” Loki said.

“I wish we could stay here longer…” you sighed.

“As do I, Y/N darling. Just be patient, my dear. We will complete our quest…and then we can return whenever we wish…”

Loki went to the fireplace and leaned down. You raised your eyebrows as he reached in but the fire did not burn him. He took the orange orb in his hands and returned unscathed. The fire continued to crackle as normal, though you wondered without the orb it would die and if the food would spoil.

He used his free hand to create a portal. Clutching his arm, you both went to Asgard.

At once, you were in the throne room of Asgard again. Before you were The Variants, Stella and Sif, and Thor in a circle all talking loudly and worriedly. As the portal made a sound as it closed, their heads all whipped back to you two and they were silenced.

“I hope none of you missed us too terribly,” Loki announced.

They gasped and turned to you, all hugs and smiles, reassuring words. Loki went to Thomas and handed over the orb.

“Here we are-long promised. We went through quite the trouble, so it should help.”

“It shall,” Thomas assured him, amazed that the fiery-looking orb did not harm his hand.

Thor then went up and hugged Loki so tight it almost shook the life out of him.

“How I missed you, brother! We must celebrate! All of us!”

As he let down, Loki returned to you and held your hand in his.

“Yes- took a little longer than expected. We apologize- but we are back and safe. I’ll have to tell you all about Y/N’s incredible rescue,” he boasted. He then raised your hand and kissed it. You couldn’t help but smile big.

Stella looked between you two.

“May I speak with her in private for a minute, please?” she asked.

“Oh, of course!” replied your True Love.

Immediately, Stella led you back to her room and closed the door.

“YN! Please- tell me! The way he touched you! The way you looked at each other…are you….did he…say anything!?” she asked with an excited smile, grabbing your arm.

Your eyes were full of happy tears and your smile grew.

“He loves me, Stella!” you cried.

She went up and hugged you, rocking you back and forth.

“Oh, I’m so happy for you! It finally happened!” she cheered.

She then released the hug, lighting and patting your chin.

“Well, you have spent much time surrounded by all of these handsome men! It only seems fair you should pick one of them!” she teased.

You chuckled at her and then went back to holding both of her hands, the words spilling out from you.

“I can’t stop smiling, and yet crying and I feel shaky and humbled yet alive and thrilled! I…I don’t know what to do! I’m crying and yet I’m also laughing so much…” you rambled on, tears spilling out of your eyes.

“Here, let me get a handkerchief…” she offered.

She wiped your face with her handkerchief.

“That’s much better!” she said.

She hugged you again.

“I am so glad after seeing you brave through such misery to be this happy! To see you loved and in love…” she said.

Releasing the second hug, you returned her handkerchief to her.

“I will tell you, Asgard is my home now. But Stella…what of your home?”

She fixed a few blonde hairs that fell out of place in her braid back in.

“I want to go back home. Yes, I spoke with the others but, I decided to leave after it was confirmed you were safe and returned. I miss my family… Dante playing the piano, Edith sighing about all the gloves she wishes she could buy, Elliott and Brian discussing which girls they are infatuated with, my parents on their chairs by the fire- I miss them all! I waited for you and I know you are safe.”

You nodded.

“Loki will be glad to make you a portal back home.”

“Y/N, I promise I will visit- and I will write letters and Thomas will deliver them until then. He’s nice enough to do that-i could never imagine! A baronet delivering my letters!”

You both smiled and then you clutched her hands.

“Oh, you are always welcome here! I will make sure of it. I promise you, Stella, you will always find friendship and safety in Asgard, in the palace at least- and you will be the most welcome guest of them all!” you cried.

“Oh, wonderful! Now…could you come with me to the kitchen, please? I have some things to make and I want you to tell me all about what happened with you and Loki-do not hide one thing from me!”

She revealed that she was in the process of baking goodies for a long time in the kitchen to thank everyone. You told her what happened in Jotunheim. And you did not hide from her about losing your virginity at last to the god of mischief. She blushed but kept listening, never once lecturing you about waiting until marriage. If she thought that, she kept it to herself. She said she was only happy that Loki made you so happy.

The next day was the day of her departure. She made all sorts of little cakes and biscuits to thank them all and handed them off in little baskets that the group opened to gape at. Sif sniffed her hazelnut biscuit curiously, but taking a bite, raised her eyebrows to admit she enjoyed it. Jonathan carefully nibbled his little chocolate cake, but his eyes never left your friend. She dressed in her clean dress and her blue beads around her. Her vase and flowers are in one hand. She then got out a little cloth reticule and set it on top of a suitcase. She went over to enjoy one biscuit before she left. But you eyed the purse dangling on the suitcase.

“What’s in the reticule?” you asked.

“I found all these blue pebbles in the streets and the gardens. They’ll look lovely with the rest of my collection! Oh- and I cannot wait to press those flowers into my journal!” “It does sound like an impressive collection,” Thomas remarked. “Where do you keep it?”

Jonathan’s eyes flickered to the Baronet, an uneasiness to them, and then back to Stella.

“Oh- in my boxes back home, though they are getting a little full-”

Loki conjured her a special blue box. She gasped happily and then moved the items to be placed in.

“Oh, thank you! Loki- I am only so glad you make my dearest friend happy. She truly deserves it- may you always love her and treat her well!” she said.

“Of course, dear Miss Harris.”

She looked at them.

“Thank you all. Thank you to Y/N for listening to me, and for sending help, of course. Thank you, Jonathan, for taking me out of there. I don’t know what would happen to me if you did not. As well as your gift.”

He smiled at her.

“Of course, Stella,” was his quiet reply.

“Thank you, Miss Sif, for guardian me. Mr. Lancaster, Dr. Laing, Sir Sharpe- you all have been so welcoming and warm to me- and tell the Queen and Prince Thor I’m glad to have met them too…now…goodbye everyone! I will write and return and say hello again, I promise!”

She waved them off and stepped into the portal back home. She easily landed on those brown streets and white houses. At once, her family ran through the door. You could briefly see through the family all hugging her and kissing her. A pile of happy Harris’s welcoming her back. Nothing but warmth and love. Then the portal melted back to normal.

You smiled. As much as you would miss her, you were happy for her and her family.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Later that day, Loki said he had to go find his mother to discuss something. He held it up and kissed it tenderly. You gently touched his cheek, a smile on his face. Then, almost hesitantly, he let go and went back up.

As you went over to eat with the others, you saw Hal, Robert, and, most surprisingly, Thor, at a table enjoying some ale in large cups. Your eyebrows shot up at the blonde god of thunder.

“Why, what are you doing here?”

“I much missed the company of these fine fellows- so here I am!” Thor declared. “Besides, we have something we want to discuss! I hear you and my brother are much in love, Lady YN!”

You sat down, feeling warm. Smiling at them.

“Yes. Yes, we are- and we are! And I’m happy!” you cried.

Robert leaned forward, folding his hands and smiling. Though it was smiles they all shared between them.

“Oh, we all knew about it!” the doctor teased. He took a pastry, you weren’t sure if it was one made by Stella or the Asgard cooks, and took a bite of it.

“Loki spoke of you not long after he met you from his trip to Midgard. He was already at least a little besotted. I told him to court you, and pursue you as any suitor should!” Thor recalled.

Robert nodded towards Thor.

“Oh, it was pretty clear you both were interested in each other, we just had to stand by and watch it all and wait for you both to admit it.”

Hal took a bite of his food and then looked at you.

“My lady, you should have seen the day when Jonathan came forth as a messenger, saying that Loki had brought you to Asgard after your apparent cry for help,” he recalled. He gestured to the others there. “He was already watching everything from his shadowy corners. Then he came up to us in this room as we all sat to tell us what occurred.”

There was a little repressed snigger among them.

“We asked if Loki had wooed and won his lady love, especially after her great rescue by a god,” Thor began. The corners of his lips twitched up.

“And what did Jonathan say?” you asked.

“He said you threw a shoe at him,” Robert answered.

They finally burst into laughter. Laughing so hard, Thor’s voice seemed to shake the walls for nothing about him could be minuscule. Hal dipped his head back, baring his teeth in a wide smile. And Robert turned bright red and placed a hand over his stomach.

“How I wish I could have seen it myself! Even now- we cannot help but laugh at that!” Hal chuckled.

You laughed along with them, accepting your ridiculous actions back them. Then Thor turned to you, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Nevertheless, I am glad for it. You make my brother happy and I love him. I’m glad to see him so,” Thor said.

You grinned up at him.

“Thank you so much, I will do everything I can to make sure he is happy,” you promised.

“I believe you already have,” said Thor, clasping a comforting, large hand on your shoulder.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The orb was taking time to work. And Jonathan was completing the last of the translations. He said he would take it upon himself, and he went to the library to focus on that so Thomas could focus on the device. Divide and conquer, as the old saying goes.

You couldn’t help but be curious about this little room where Thomas made his inventions. It was a smaller room. Three desks full of parts, gears, and knick-knacks cluttering all over sat in each part. You noticed all sorts of children’s toys lying about- music boxes, mechanical animals, dolls. There was one device that sat in the corner behind you. It was a lovely little room full of gears, but also little mechanical toys. Devices, miniature machines, and all sorts of things. The tracking device itself looked like a little compass attached to what seemed to be a mechanical crane with wires near a typewriter with a blank sheet of paper in it- untouched. No location yet.

But there was a figure wrapped in a plaid shawl sitting on a chair- the room could get a little chilly. His back to you. Quiet and focused on something on that desk. His dark, curly hair was so much like your True Love’s hair. He turned over with a smile.

“Oh! It’s you” Thomas greeted.

“Hello, Sir Sharpe…how is it all going?” you asked.

He looked over at the tracking device.

“It should take another day…but then it should all be ready. This device shall sense where it is and the typewriter shall write it down,” he answered.

You observed over at some of the little dolls sitting on the desk. Some of them are in cloth dresses like the ones worn in Asgard.

“Thomas- did you make all of these?” you questioned.

“Oh, yes. Sometimes for the business here. But all of my life, I had ideas. I was fascinated by how machines work. I love to make toys. Let me show you- here! This one!”

He gave you a miniature of the machine he was working on.

“This one. It digs up clay and dirt in the ground and harvests it. Perhaps it shall be useful soon after all of this. Now we have to use it to support the Asgard economy. And here…this one….this is the one we need magic for!” he explained excitedly.

“I bet you will help so many others!” you encouraged.

He nodded, setting the device down on his desk.

“Yes…yes, I will. I wish I could open a shop to sell them. Even if it were simply toys for the little children here, I would be happy,” he said.

He looked around at his various devices. And then he turned to you.

“I know you are wondering about what happened in the Weaver’s Cottage…” he began.

“Yes, I do, and I know Loki told me it is personal…” you assured him, a hand flew up before you to pause.

Thomas’s smile melted down, and you heard him take a deep breath.

“Miss, I believe I am ready to tell you…” he began.

He gestured for you to sit on a chair next to him. He removed his shawl. He then folded his hands, slightly leaning over. He rubbed his hand once, and then looked into your eyes.

“The Weaver- her form was that of my elder sister, Lucille.”

It seemed she always took the form of someone personal to your friends. If it was Munrow for Robert, you had your suspicions, from what you gathered of their stories, whose forms she took for Hal and Jonathan…and Loki too.

He looked sad.

“Thomas…you were frozen in that little cottage. And she said something about women dying and you doing nothing to stop it…did Lucille…harm someone?” you asked.

“We have known each other and have been friends long enough, I can tell you…”

He swallowed.

“I grew up under the baronetcy of the Sharpes. We lived in a grand mansion in England in the middle of the countryside. A plain field with no trees. Where the town was a long, lonely walk away. Isolated, imposing, and grand. The mansion I had known for all of my life was twelve times the size of a normal house. One would think my childhood was full of playing through the halls…but Mother locked us up in the attic. All I can remember was having to stay there. And if we snuck out or misbehaved…Father would beat us. Like he beat mother.”

You turned cold inside.

“He broke her legs. Lucille was allowed in and out then to nurse her…she did so much, there was something of protectiveness in her. Once, we were caught sneaking out of the attic and she took the beating in my place. The words my father called her. His daughter. A child…I could never repeat them to you. We would cling to each other in the dark attic. She would sing me a lullaby to help lull me to sleep. I would come up with little toys from the knick-knacks. One night she was sobbing and I embraced her. We made a vow to never abandon or be apart from each other. One we would keep- we were all each other had. Then…then…”

He hesitated. Then taking in another breath, he continued with his eyes looking right into yours, even if they began to blink rapidly.

“I was nine I think…she was already blossoming into adolescence. And she told me….told me one day to…to take off my clothes. And to lie down on the floor in the dark, I didn’t know what was happening. I felt myself crying. But I was curious and I wanted her to feel better…and she…lifted her skirt and she…she…”

He paused. You felt sick to your stomach.

“You can imagine the rest.”

Your mouth opened wide and you set a hand over it in a silent gasp.

“She continued for years. I didn’t know how I felt. Sometimes it was uncomfortable. Sometimes it was nice. I just kept being called over by her…to do it. Bring her some solace. But yet..I…I didn’t know…I didn’t even know what was happening to me when it did…”

He swallowed.

“Then Lucille had enough of our father. His cruelty. Her rage burned up inside her. Until One day, I managed to get out and his bleeding corpse was on the bottom of the stairs… and she was on top, the blood on her hands…”

“So it meant your mother could let you out?”

“No- she still kept us confined. Years passed- I was about twelve. Lucille Fourteen. Then one day she…she caught us in the middle of it.”

You didn’t have to ask what.

“My eyes were shut- they shut whenever it happened. I don’t remember my mother's face, but I remember her crying ‘Oh my god!’ and calling us monsters. But my eyes did open in time…to see Lucille split an axe into her head.”

He swallowed, blinking, and then continued.

“Then the police arrived. Had us separated- I Was sent to boarding school and she to an institution. I learned while she suffered. Part of me always pitied her. I still do, in a way. She loved me so much, and did everything for me…so when I graduated, I kept our promise and I got her out. To survive, to have the money for us, our house, my inventions…she came up with a plan. I’d marry a rich woman and once we had their money transferred to us, she’d kill them.”

“Did you enact it?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Yes. Three times. With three women. Each with little to no family, so no one would come by knocking if they were to disappear. Though I never fell in love with them, I promised Lucille I never would…yet still I…I pitied them. I would bring them here, smiling. Ignorant of their doom. And dread curled in me. And I smiled anyway. Lucille had a special tea she would brew to poison them, weaken them. I would be the one to bring it to them. Kiss their heads, tell them everything was going to be splendid. They would grow sick, and cough blood. Grow weak. They would think it was consumption..”

You felt a chill. Recalling your past illness that led you here.

“But Lucille was impatient. And eager for blood. So once they signed away their money to go to our family, I would go away. Say it was a business trip. Kiss them one last time. Then I left for town. So I would not hear the screams, their pleas for help, for me, for anyone as Lucille took her blade and shredded them apart.”

You were quiet. Thomas looked utterly white.

“I might as well have stabbed myself. I let it happen. I never once laid with them. Lucille always beckoned me, telling me she loved me, and that it was all for me as she began to do acts on me again…only sometimes my body would feel pleasure… yet I always felt…like an animal doing tricks. Doing things since my youth to please her- since it was all I knew, it was at least what I could predict. She spoke to me always harshly, making me go back to her more- for no one in this world I could rely on more than her…she broke me.”

He laid his head down, looking at his own hands. Then he looked back at you, a few tears in his eyes.

“I have so much…shame and guilt. More than I think anyone could understand…I felt like I could never say no to her. Y/N, I know you must think of me as less than a man for refusing to stand up to her-”

“Of course not! You were merely a victim of it all!”

“But I let her do everything- including murder those women. I wanted to escape...but if Lucille was alone, she would…I’d feel…guilty, she was still my sister, who took everything and did everything…then Loki appeared.”

He looked around his inventions, then back at you, wiping the tears off with his hand.

“He knew it all. He knew I…I could never refuse her, or fight her off. He told me if I did, she would kill me. So he offered me an escape, a solution. He said I could move into the palace in Asgard. To a place where the walls didn’t creak and the red clay from the ground didn’t bleed into the floors. Invent for him, for his special quest. He promised me Lucille would be safe and cared for. That there would at least be a…duplicate of me to be there with her so she wouldn’t be alone as she always feared she would be. And he would conjure enough money so that we would not harm any more poor women. And he brought me here.”

He let out a deep breath.

“…I felt bad, but I was trapped in that place. It became a prison. And Lucille and I were long dead even though we still breathed…”

He picked up the shawl and curled it over himself. There was a brief silence between both of you.

“Dear god, Thomas…” you voiced out.

“Now all I want is redemption, from my shame and guilt….from being in her bed since I was young…”

“You were a child taken advantage of!” you cried.

“Lucille was young too.”

“She was old enough to know better!” you pointed out.

He glanced out at the window where sunlight seeped through. Peaceful and joyful.

“And here- here, I can redeem myself from…allowing Lucille to harm three innocent women? From lying to them and leading them to their death?”

“Loki was right. If you refused or denied her, Lucille would have killed you next…” you mused.

He began to blink a little again, his eyes on the window.

“Lucille could have been a wonderful woman, an extraordinary woman even if the world was not so harsh to her as a child….in some ways, she was…but yet…in that haunted, creaking, broken house she was always at home. And me, I felt…felt trapped…”

You reached over and touched his hand to comfort him. His blue eyes went from the window to yours.

“You can call me a villain, Y/N. I am one. I know it,” he said softly.

“Thomas, you were hurt and abused by your entire family. Left alone with no one who would genuinely love you to respect your boundaries and wishes. Left to please those who hurt you to survive…how could I think less of you?” you asked.

He pulled the shawl further over him like a blanket

“I just…I sometimes still feel like a child. Like that little boy…helpless and alone…” he confessed.

You squeezed his hand, continuing to look at him.

“What would you say to that little boy if he was here now? The little boy. Alone and scared. Cooped up in an attic. Beaten by his parents, and molested by his sister… What would you tell him?”

He paused. Truly thinking of it. He looked around as if searching for the right words. Then when he faced you, he had tears again in his eyes.

“I would tell him…if no one would care for him, then I will. I will make sure he never has to suffer as he did…” he answered.

You hugged him and let him cry a little bit more. You then asked a servant to bring him some water and a little food. He cried a little bit more, shaking it, squeezing his long-repressed story out. You brought him your handkerchief for him to wipe off his face. You gave him a small smile, and a hand to rub his arm.

“I’m glad you told me, Thomas. You are a hero now. Helping so much. Making so many things that saved us, and will save even more people. You’re free from it all now. And you have a life where you are loved and valued and won’t be hurt…I think you’ve redeemed yourself plenty…” you consoled him.

He wiped off a few more quiet tears with the handkerchief before he returned it to you.

“Thank you…I must get back to work, but thank you for listening to me, as disturbing as it was.”

“You are my friend, of course, I shall listen to you. Is there anything else about it you need to speak of now?” you replied.

“No…I would also like to congratulate you. I am overjoyed you and Loki are together. You both found someone to love without conditions or control or hurt…”

He picked up a little from the other desk. He smoothed her hair out of her little face, Looking at her with longing.

“I hope someday the same can be said of me someday…” he wished.

“I’m sure you will- I keep noticing you at every banquet and party! All the Asgard ladies keep giggling over you! You will have their pick of them in no time!” you reminded him.

He smiled at you. His posture relaxed. Thanking you genuinely, you said your goodbyes and he continued to his work.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

That evening, you joined your True Love in the garden after dinner to watch the sunset. The roses were in bloom with yellows and reds. Trees rustled with the wind. It was the perfect temperature. Not too frigid or warm. He got out chairs for both of you, as you watched the sky melt into pinks and oranges. Smiling at it as you held each other's hands. Then he turned to you.

“Robert and Jonathan told me about these inventions they had for transportation in their time- they’re called cars! They have no horses and run completely by motors!” Loki reported.

His hand opened and conjured an image of a little car above his palm. Your eyes widened, seeing the bright green shine on it and the tires spinning like a mill wheel.

“Thomas knew of them, but he was astounded they looked like that! And there’s another one- for his great quest against Roper, Jonathan had what is called a Motorcycle! It is like a bicycle from your time, only there are motors inside it too!” he continued.

“A motorcycle!? What does it look like?” you asked.

Loki conjured an image of a little black motorcycle and it spun around. You gaped at it in wonder, partially distracted from the ambiance of the place.

“ How does one ride it? It’d make me frightened to fall off!” you commented

“He said you hop on it and push the right buttons and knobs. Then you take off!!” Loki recalled. He made it whirr into place and then drove through the air before it vanished in a shimmer of golden light.

You smiled wide. Then you held hands, watching the sun glow even brighter as it dipped into the horizon.

“To think, it all is almost done…Thomas’s tracker is going to reveal the cauldron. The dagger will be finished and the spell translated any day now,” you remarked.

Loki let out a deep sigh as he took your hand again in yours. You leaned a head against you as you both embraced.

“Indeed…all those days, and adventures…finally this- are you frightened, my dear?” he asked.

“Yes…I am…I only hope all of that training is in good use, should anything occur…”

“We’ll be ready…we all shall…and I trust you as well, my little warrior mortal,” he commented.

You shifted over to sit on his lap. You hugged each other as the sun got lower. You took a hand to smooth his curls. The sky darkened and burst into stars and planets shining above. You could feel his heartbeat soften in his chest, and feel the rumble as he breathed in.

“Whatever occurs…I am only glad to have met you, my dear…” Loki said.

You smiled at him as he lifted a hand and kissed yours.

You both continued to talk quietly. He helped you off of him and you went to stand.

“Now, my dear…I think we should walk through the city. I assure you, it’s perfectly safe,” he said.

“I may be frightened…but I feel like I can face anything as long as you are with me,” you told him.

His hand never left yours as you both started your walk there. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next morning, Jonathan and Thomas rushed into the room as everyone ate breakfast. Thomas’s curls fell a little out of place from excitement. Jonathan clutched the book.

“It’s translated…and the device found where the cauldron lies,” Jonathan reported.

Everyone moved quickly before the Asgard royal family could ask questions. Finally, all of you went to Thomas’s workshop. The device shuddered once with the orb inside, and then its gears ran. The typewriter finally began clicking on the paper. Thomas reached and then took off the paper.

He looked at them, Hal had the dagger. Jonathan a copy of a journal with the translated spell.

He then looked at it, squinting, and reading it carefully.

“Svartalfheim- it’s in Svartalfheim in the Cave of Baldir,” Thomas said.

Everyone nodded, hearing it. The answer is finally there. The weight and yet relief washing on everyone. Thomas folded the paper and put it in his breast pocket.

“Then, let us arm ourselves, dear friends,” Hal said.

Clothes were brought for you to fight in. They matched the leathers of Sifs with iron armor for your middle body, shoulders, and knees. You were amazed at the pants- comfortable enough that you could move freely. You sheathed a sword and several daggers. Testing your hand, a bit of fire came out and then back. The ring from the Weavers cottage was placed on your finger. A reminder. A decoration. Still fitting perfectly, the emerald glittering.

Loki then opened a portal and all of you headed through silently.

Svartalfheim was a barren place. Like a desert with nothing but long dunes of tan sand and grey storm clouds. When the sky peeked out, it looked yellow and sickly.

“Now, let us not waste any time,” Loki began.

You sensed out. There was the Baldur cave- it was close! You felt it like a bell ringing in the back of your head. You pointed in that direction to the men.

“It’s there! Everyone hurry!’” you urged.

Off you ran. Then you saw the cave seeping out from the sandy, dry ground like a burrow. All of you walked inside, quieting your steps. Things became dark, only the light from the sun in the back slowly dimming the further inside you wandered. You clutched one hand on your sword.

But a few steps into the cave you already heard bubbling. You stifled a gasp of joy as the dimming light from the mouth shone on something before you-

A cauldron. Large enough that four people could sit inside and as tall as your head. Green liquid swirling about when you peeked in it on your toes. Green steam rose above it like it was a pot of soup.

Everyone smiled and nodded. Jonathan held out the spellbook as Loki held out the dagger, he began to tap it. He began to chant the ancient Norse as he touched it. You held your breath as the phrase was completed.

Nothing happened.

Loki was frowning.

“The spell didn’t work…it is the same as normal, how come?” he asked.

Then out from the shadows, arms reached over and grabbed you.

You let out a scream as well as Loki and the other variants. The dagger and book fell from their hands as they turned around.

Grendel’s men appeared from the shadows in armor just like the ones in Asgard.

You reached over a hand to shoot out the fire- but nothing happened. Loki reached out a hand, but his face fell as nothing hopped out.

And you realized- you had not sensed them. You fought against one- but they held you. Then you heard a voice, smooth, low, baritone, and confident- but it sent shivers up you.

“Congratulations, you fell for the trap, hook, line, and sinker. Welcome to this lovely little cave- there’s a special spell here. No one can perform magic here except me.”

The soldier holding you brought you forward to the voice. A man emerged from the shadows. Dressed still in a black suit like your own times. A pointed chin and sharp features. You recognized the face from your dream- dark hair, green eyes, and pale skin. He could have been handsome, but you knew what he did.

“Grendel…”

He gestured as his men all held your band of friends together.

“All of you make quite a band. Adorable…but quite pitiful.”

“What do you want from her? Don’t you dare touch her!” Loki cried out from where he was. He struggled hard, but they held him tight.

The soldier then let go of you, you tried to rush over to them, but with a flick of Grendel’s finger, an invisible wall came up. Loki struggled and got out, but he realized you were blocked- able to hear and see everything.

“Why…why am I separated from the others- what are you going to do to them?” you asked.

He folded his arms, with a wide smile.

“I made a promise. I always live up to my promises,” he declared.

“Promise? What kind of promises are you even capable of making?!” Robert cursed definitely, tugging against the men holding him back.

With a big smile and dramatic hand, Grendel gestured towards a shadowy corner of the cave.

“Mortal Lady, I upheld my end, and you shall yours…” the villain said.

You turned over to the shadows and saw something. A figure moving.

A green scarf.

Before you had time to process it, the Reverend Will Ransome walked into the light.

#loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x female reader #loki my beloved #tom hiddleston #angst with a happy ending #fanfiction #loki fanfiction #hiddlesverse #tom hiddleston characters #carrie writes #tom hiddelston loki #dammit hiddleston #twhiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #loki fic #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki x fem! reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x fem! reader #loki mcu #loki mcu imagine #fic recs #loki marvel #stella ransome #a court of thorns and roses

[smirkingkitten]

Reading list November 2023

It's December and that doesn't just mean the Christmas season starts and it's the time for cozy evenings with candles, blankets and a hot chocolate, but also: it's time for another reading list.

It feels like it's been so long since Loki graced us with a new episode every week. I'm still not quite over the ending, although this interview did heal my poor heart a little, if only just a bit. I hope you're coping well with the ending. And now, happy reading.

✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨

My other Reading lists can be found in my Fanfiction Bookshelf.

Series | Collections | Multi Parts

The Redbridge Hunts @fanficshiddles

8 Chapters (on going) | Vampire!Loki | fluff

prev. | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8

Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.

Double Cross @gigglingtiggerv2

12 chapters (on going) | Jaguar Villain!Tom | dark, smut

Summary: In Dante’s inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was reserved for liars, panderers, thieves and murderers.  For the criminal underworld it is an opulent London club, representing neutral territory where deals can be made, grievances aired and scores settled.

For the owner, Thomas Cross, it is his own private kingdom, one where he makes the rules and wields absolute authority. Recently, however, that authority has come under threat.  In order to maintain his standing and the Club’s ruthless reputation, it is imperative he find the perpetrator.

In this violent place, where lies are currency and everyone has their own agenda, who can he trust? Certainly not Verity Williams, the talented thief who has her own reasons for infiltrating his organisation. 

Neither can deny the sparks that fly whenever they’re together, but if he’s not careful, will those sparks burn down everything he’s created?

Déchiré @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

7 chapters (on going) | Loki, Bucky, Captain America | smut

You are a HYDRA agent sent to infiltrate the notorious Avengers, to tear them apart in the worst way possible in order to make them vulnerable to attack. In the midst of the wild heat you generate, three suitors take your bait.

One Shots

Firestarter @delaber

4,2k | AvengersMovie!Loki | smut, hatefucking

Rule Number One @just-the-hiddles

medium | Jonathan Pine | smut, dom/sub, daddy, spanking

Gorgeous @ghostofskywalker

1,2k | Avenger!Loki | fluff

Heavy Petting @wheredafandomat

800 | Loki | smut

I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch @wheredafandomat

short | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Aftercare @sarahscribbles

680 | Loki | fluff, spicy

If I was your best friend @wheredafandomat

medium | Loki | smut

Worshiped by a God @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | fluff, smut

Best of Friends @just-the-hiddles

long | Actor!Tom Hiddleston | fluff, friends to lovers

Duty of Care @muddyorbsblr

1,9k | Jonathan Pine | smut, fluff

Winter Warmers: A Winters Night on Asgard @lokischambermaid

930 | Asgard!Loki | fluff

The Sandwich Incident @holdmytesseract

1,2k | Tom Hiddleston | fluff, humour

My Girl @lokisgoodgirl

1,8k | Avenger!Loki | smut, man-bun

Lactation @viviluvssmut

1k | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Drabbles

Don't Move, Darling @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | smut, teasing, edging

Time slipping @wheredafandomat

600 | TVA Loki | smut, hurt/comfort

praise kink, gagging, hickies @ragnarachael

short | Jonathan Pine | smut, daddy kink

Headcanons

Loki and the Watcher @benevolentgodloki

✨Happy reading 😊✨

Back to my Fanfiction Bookshelf

Many of the fanfictions are 18+, so if you're under 18, don't read them.

#tom hiddleston #hiddleston #fanfiction #multi chapter #one shot #drabble #headconon #loki #loki laufeyson #fluff #loki fluff #loki smut #smut #fic recs

[muddyorbsblr]

community project: 14 days of valentine's

We're a long way away from the actual date, but I want to announce this early on so that we all have enough time to plan out and write what we want to share when the season finally comes.

What we'll be doing: Any stories we create for this event will be published any time from February 1 to February 14, 2023. All stories will be following a general theme. I've kept the theme as broad as possible so that it's entirely free to your interpretation how you want to take it.

Anyone and everyone is free to create a fluff/smut/angst/humor piece for this project! Details under the cut:

The Theme: Firsts

The Characters:

Loki

Thomas Sharpe

James Conrad

Jonathan Pine

Will Ransome

Magnus Martinsson

Adam

Robert Laing

Prince Hal/King Henry V

Tom Hiddleston

How to Join

Create your piece that follows the general theme "Firsts"

Upload your story, make sure to include either at the top of the post or at the a/n at the end of your story that this is for the '14 days of valentine's' community project, and tag me so that I'll be able to easily find your stories and include them in the masterlist

Some possible interpretations of the theme (in case you need a prompt/guide because I know I might in the later days lol):

Virgin Character/Virgin Reader and their "first time" 🥺😏

first date

first kiss

first time character/reader says 'i love you'

character and reader finally sleep together after an extended period of sexual tension 😏

first time trying something out (kink)

Let me know if you're interested in joining by commenting on this post, reblogging this post telling me you'll join, or sending me a DM and I'll include your blog name in the masterlist for this collection!

Gonna tag the SAS and some writers who might be interested

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @holdmytesseract @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @michelleleewise @lokiprompts @springdandelixn @holymultiplefandomsbatman @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @loopsisloops @simplyholl @wheredafandomat @joyful-enchantress @sarahscribbles @tallseaweed @give-me-a-moose @peachyjinx @maple-seed @mygfloki

#14 days of valentines #community project #writers supporting writers #loki x reader #thomas sharpe x reader #jonathan pine x reader #james conrad x reader #magnus martinsson x reader #will ransome x reader #adam x reader #robert laing x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #prince hal x reader

[five-miles-over]

Hey Author chan

Happy new year!!!

I love what you did with my request its sooo dfadjfkjskfnjg I love it and I was hoping if you can do a pt.2 to see how reader chan progressed since she took the job as well as if their relationship took off. It would be the best birthdaay gift EVER

Hi there, @omgsuperstarg ! Thank you so much for your patience, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it. Also, I wish you a belated happy, happy birthday. I'm thinking about turning this into a series called "You're Never Leaving" in which the reader - our journalist - becomes a part of Mr.Hiddleston's dark world and his inner circle. Without any further ado, I hope you like this Part 2.

You're Never Leaving - Chapter 2

Pairing: Jaguar!Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 4,273

Read Chapter One here

Summary: A private dinner with the enigmatic and elegant Tom Hiddleston gives you the opportunity to learn more about the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, both the good and the bad.

Warnings: Brief mentions of murder and drug overdose deaths. Also, a lot of self-indulgent fluff.

"A table for two at Circolo Poplare - apparently it's a fancy Italian restaurant in London - at six o'clock. And a cocktail dress code," you told your supervisor from the magazine you worked for. It was taking every ounce of willpower inside you to maintain a calm tone. Let's just say the past few hours had something of a mental rollercoaster for you. First, you met in person the enigmatic, ruthless business tycoon named Thomas Hiddleston. Then, you nearly lost your job and landed your magazine in a dangerous lawsuit thanks to one move of yours. You would've had everything you needed if you hadn't been caught by the Mr.Hiddleston while rifling through potentially incriminating documents regarding his company. Then, the enigmatic, dark CEO fed you threats of blacklisting you in the world of journalism before surprising you with a job offer.

Yes, a job offer from Mr. Hiddleston. Instead of moving forward with his threats about suing the very magazine that sent you to London or this interview, Mr. Hiddleston offered you a position at Imperial Pharmaceuticals. As a part of his personal PR team, you would be managing his press and speaking on his behalf to journalists. He lured you in with a perfect mixture of fear and temptation, promising you that this position would give you the upper hand against any journalist working for Forbes, the New Yorker, or any other esteemed publication. And he ended your meeting this afternoon with your signature on a one-year contract, a smug smile on his face, and his lips on your cheek. The last part isn't so important…maybe except for the way his lips felt so soft, like two cotton pillows, when they brushed against your cheek. And the scents of vanilla and champagne in his cologne, which you caught a whiff off when he came close to you…And how he momentarily cupped your arm when he boldly kissed you.

"That's more like it, darling."

God dammit, how did his voice get inside your head?! You mentally cursed yourself and loudly sighed, holding the phone close.

"You sure it's not a date?" Your supervisor teased.

"What? No…no, no no…no, no, no, no, no!" You repeated as many times as possible, pinching the bridge of your nose. "God, no. It's strictly professional…he-he just has a busy schedule."

"Cocktail dress code?"

You painfully shrugged. "Every restaurant has standards, especially this one."

"Alright." Wishing you good luck, your supervisor ended the call. Now it was you and your anxiety alone in a hotel room together.

Had this interview gone as seamlessly as you'd hoped, you'd be spending this evening in a pub with a pint of Guinness, celebrating your success at finally exposing the corrupt CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals as a murderer and sadist wearing a corporate veneer. You would proudly finish at least two pints, and then head to your beloved keyboard to type the story you were sure would be your big break. The one piece of journalism that would show your supervisor, your readers, your editors, and every other great magazine that you were a writer to be reckoned with, someone who would do whatever it takes to expose the truth.

But instead, at five-thirty, you were frantically fixing your hair while simultaneously using the hotel shower to steam the one nice dress you packed in your suitcase. It was more on the business professional side than cocktail in your opinion, but it would have to do. You took the navy A-line crewneck dress out of the shower and hung it on a rack before taking a shower yourself.

When you returned, wrapped in a towel and surrounded by some more steam, you picked up your mobile phone. Among the News notifications, there was a story about Imperial Pharmaceuticals launching a new line of sleeping pills to fight insomnia. And apparently those pills seemed to have little to no side effects, save for hallucinations and lucid dreaming.

"That can't be true," you muttered to yourself, switching to YouTube so you could play your favorite songs while getting ready. Chances were that you were going to end up writing stories just like the one you'd just seen, or at least providing the information for them. His little mouthpiece, telling the press anything that Mr. Hiddleston wanted them to know.

You sighed again as you rubbed facial moisturizer on your cheeks and forehead. While you put on your makeup, starting with the primer, you mulled over your fate. This wasn't what you got into journalism for…you were hoping to write groundbreaking stories about people, stories that would have some sort of impact, not corporate propaganda. Yes, that's exactly what it was: propaganda. You would be putting out glorified story after story about the progress of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, and making every action of Mr.Hiddleston's look ground-breaking or generous or whatever he wanted to look like. On the bright side, at least the contract was only for a year. After that, you could take a new job that was less profit-oriented and more passion-focused.

Just then, your phone buzzed. A phone number from the United Kingdom?

"Hello?"

The person on the other hand said your name, as if he waned to check his pronunciation.

"I'm calling on behalf of Mr. Hiddleston. He's sent a car to pick you up. Are you at the Carlton 90 hotel right now?"

"Yes…how did you know?" You bit your lip.

"Mr. Hiddleston said he'll meet you at the Circolo Poplare at six. I suggest you come downstairs now; the London traffic shows no signs of slowing down. And Mr. Hiddleston does not take kindly to lateness. "

"Alright, I'll be there…" Furrowing you eyebrows, you finished getting dressed and slipped a dark coat over your dress. Wearing the same shoes you wore for the interview earlier today, you grabbed your phone, notepad, pens, a mini voice recorder, a clutch, and then rushed out of the hotel.

Surely enough, there was a black town car with a driver waiting to take you to Circolo Poplare. Your courteously greeted the driver and entered, remaining vigilant while he drove. Of course he told you that he was sent by Mr. Hiddleston, but you needed to know that he was actually taking you to the restaurant and not anywhere else. 

The car pulled up in front of a brick building, with the bottom floor painted black and decorated with climbing vines. Potted plants with red and orange flowers surrounded the doors and windows, which were bordered with gauzy curtains. There was a line of people slowly forming outside of the restaurant, just in time for dinner, and it you sighed in relief, knowing the driver brought you to the right destination.

"Don't worry about them," the driver took one pitiful look at the line of people. "That's one of the perks about working for Mr.Hiddleston." 

Reluctantly thanking the driver, you climbed out of the car and smoothened your dress. He escorted you to the doorway, showing the restaurant host a small placard. Seeing it, the host straightened himself. "Right this way, miss."

You followed the host through the restaurant, passing by various tables filled with people dressed in elegant clothing, drinking wine and chattering. One of the tables had a circle of tuxedo-clad men with white hair, raising their Negronis in a jovial toast to 'wives and sweethearts'. Perhaps they were college friends, reuniting after decades apart. At a table to your left, a girl - probably no more than nineteen - twirled at a plate of spaghetti while wearing a strapless magenta dress, crossing one leg over the other. Across from her, a middle-aged man - perhaps her father sat across from her, digging into his marinara sauce-covered entree. The man's forehead crinkled as he spoke to her, his eyebrows furrowed and his tone incredibly hushed. On the other hand, the girl seemed like she was trying to appear nonchalant, keeping her eyes on her food and her free hand gripping at the edge of her chair. 

"Right here, miss." The host directed you to a round table covered by a white cloth, with silverware set for two, a bouquet of roses on the table, with two wooden pillars nearby to ensure privacy. Across from one of the chairs was a large window offering one of the most beautiful nighttime views of London you could ever imagine. You could see three double-decker buses pass right by, surrounded by pedestrians making their way through the rest of the traffic. Behind the buses, a brick apartment complex with black shutters shone through the night with yellow-lit windows. You could only imagine the lives some of those people led, living in such a high-profile area of the city. 

The host took your coat and hung it over your chair, offering you to sit down. "Ah, there she is." A smooth yet crisp, distinct voice made you look up almost immediately. 

Mr. Hiddleston sat down across from you, wearing a black and grey checkered, razor-sharp suit. Every dark hair upon his head was gelled back and combed into place, making his skin seem pale in the warm lighting of the restaurant. Handsome yet almost… predatory, dominating like a creature of the night.

"Thank you so much for meeting with me tonight, I-I really appreciate it." You straightened yourself while reaching for your clutch. Trying to maintain casual eye contact with the CEO sitting across from you, your fingers fumbled around for your recorder for this interview…only to find it missing. Did you forget it at the hotel? Did it fall out of your clutch on the way to your table?

"The pleasure is all mine." Mr. Hiddleston tilted his head. "Is something bothering you?" He calmly asked as if he knew exactly what was running through your mind .

"Um…no, no." Now was not the occasion to waste time rifling through your things. You were in the middle of an interview, a once-in-a-lifetime meeting with the great Thomas Hiddleston. Taking a deep breath, you looked up and made eye contact with him, keeping your expression as professional as possible.

For a moment, it almost felt as if you were meeting him for the first time. Like the events of this afternoon had never happened.

A middle-aged server appeared behind Mr. Hiddleston and poured two glasses of red wine, setting one of them in front of you. "Is it the Zinfandel from 1996?" He asked the server. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Good." Mr. Hiddleston picked up his glass and gently swirled its contents. 

"The chef wanted me to tell you that your appetizer will be arriving shortly."

"I look forward to it." Mr. Hiddleston turned his attention to you now, raising his glass and inviting you to do the same.

Remain professional, you told yourself as you silently joined his toast and took a drink. Let's remember. No more than one glass. You're going to have to remember everything tonight for your article, especially since your voice recorder is MIA. 

"So…" You began after another sip of wine for courage. "Congratulations on your new drug for insomnia." 

"Thank you." Mr. Hiddleston mirrored you and placed his hands on the table. "I'm very proud of the work that's been done. Some of the executives and the scientists are going to celebrate at a nightclub on Friday."

"Sounds like fun."

Mr. Hiddleston's pink, thin lips curled upwards. Just then, the most gourmet-looking plate of bruschetta was placed in the center of the table. Six pieces of toasted bread with golden crusts sat upon the serving platter, topped with yellow and red chopped tomatoes, a few slivers of garlic, ribbons of fresh green basil, and drops of golden olive oil that glimmered in the incandescent lighting of the restaurant.

He eagerly grabbed one of the pieces and immediately took a large bite, his smile signaling his approval to the server while he chewed. 

As you tried one of the bruschetta for yourself, you couldn't help but savor the contrast between the crunch of the bread and the softness of the ripe, juicy tomatoes. The subtle spiciness of the garlic was present enough to be enjoyed, but not enough to overpower the other flavors of the bruschetta, especially the earthy basil. And the smoothness of the olive oil just tied everything together like a ribbon tying a present. "This is delicious." You almost moaned. "Have you…you've probably been here before, right?"

"Of course, darling. I'd want nothing but the best for my newest employee."

Oh wait, that's right. You weren't just interviewing a businessman or a potential criminal, you were interviewing your future boss.  

"I appreciate it, thanks." You managed to say before taking another bite.

Mr. Hiddleston took another sip of wine, and licked his lip. "Have you given them your two weeks' notice yet?"

"I have," you lied. 

"When you've finished writing your story about me, I'd love to see a copy. Preferably before publishing it - I'd rather avoid any unpleasant surprises." Mr. Hiddleston chuckled. 

"I will," you promised, the same way any employee would tell their boss without a word of protest. "So…why insomnia?"

"Well, it is something people struggle with."

You finished your first piece of bruschetta. "Of course, but I thought a company like yours would prefer to focus their attention on more novel, more topical problems that affect people's health. Isn't there already a competitive market for sleeping pills, and natural supplements like melatonin?"

Mr. Hiddleston bit into his second piece of bruschetta, his cheekbones protruding through his porcelain skin while he chewed. "Do you take melatonin?"

"I used to in college…not anymore."

He rested his right elbow on the table while eating. "Melatonin has a half-life of twenty to fifty minutes, which means its effect would diminish by half within that time. In my opinion…that's far too little time for an insomniac to fall asleep."

"But…isn't that kind of a good thing? This way the drug doesn't stay inside the body for too long."

He nods. "Perhaps, but our drug has a longer half-life and none of the side effects." As Mr. Hiddleston continued to explain the science of melatonin and the business pitch of his company's new drug, simultaneously finishing one more piece of bruschetta and the rest of his glass of wine, you couldn't help but admire the breadth of knowledge he carried about his company's work. There was definitely no way that you were going to remember the way he explained in detail how melatonin was found in the pituitary gland of the brain, not without your voice recorder, but the confidence in his voice and his intellect would receive a mention that was more than honorable. As would the fact that his drug apparently had the fewest side effects of any sleeping medication.

Mr.Hiddleston seemed to notice you zoning out, and he leaned back in his seat. As if on cue, the same server from earlier appeared at your table with two menu cards. "I think someone is ready for the main course." Mr. Hiddleston smirked while a menu was given to you. You had barely glanced at the names of the entrées, many of which were in Italian, before Mr.Hiddleston declared his order with perfect pronunciation. "I'll have the torciglioni alla genovese. And the lady will have the…" he pretends to pause for thought, "gnocchi tricolore." With a playful smile, he handed his menu to the server. You reluctantly returned the menu to the server, pleasantly surprised that Mr.Hiddleston would order for you without even asking first. 

But then again…maybe it shouldn't have been such a surprise. After all, Mr.Hiddleston seemed like the man who always preferred to be in control. He was the one who made the reservation, he was the one who sent a driver to pick you up, he was the one who chose the wine, he was the one who initiated the toast, and he was the one now controlling the direction of the conversation. But why would he do all of this, unless he had some sort of ulterior motivation?

"So…" Mr.Hiddleston brought you back into reality by enunciating your name, "what do you think about before you go to sleep? Since we've been talking thus far about insomnia and the inability of some to sleep…what plagues your thoughts at night?" He takes a sip from his second glass of wine. 

"I…think about the work that I have to do the next day." You stammered, tracing the rim of the glass with your finger.

Mr. Hiddleston tutted. "What a pitiful way to live."

Nervously chuckling, you looked down for a moment. "Yeah…you're right."

"Is that all you think about, your work? Surely, there must be something else…someone else that occupies you at night? Come on, darling."

You shook your head, continuing to sheepishly laugh. "No. No one."

He glanced at his silver Officine Panerai watch, and then turned his attention back to you, grinning like a playwright witnessing his own scenes being brought to life. "You know, sometimes the things we think about at night affect the quality of our sleep."

Just then, the server returned with both of your entreés. He placed a platter of rigatoni-like pasta tossed in meat sauce in front of Mr.Hiddleston and then proceeded to grate fresh pecorino cheese on top of the dish, effortlessly moving the block of cheese along the grater as if he were playing a mandolin. The server stopped as soon as Mr.Hiddleston raised his hand, and respectfully backed away. While Mr.Hiddleston tasted a forkful of the torciglioni alla genovese, closing his eyes while he chewed, the server brought you the gnocchi tricolore. The little red, green, and yellow dumplings were evenly covered in a thin tomato sauce that smelled of Italian herbs. Just as he'd done with Mr.Hiddleston's entrée, the server began to grate a little fresh cheese on top of your food, just enough to garnish the gnocchi. 

"My compliments to the chef tonight," Mr.Hiddleston beamed after he'd finished his first bite. "The lamb ragu is exquisite."

"I'll be sure he gets the message, sir." The server cleared the table of the remaining bruschetta, refilled Mr.Hiddleston's wine, and left the table.

Feeling a little bold in the moment, you straightened yourself and leaned forward ever-so-slightly. "And what about you, Mr.Hiddleston?"

"What about me, darling?" Mr. Hiddleston continued to enjoy his pasta, returning to his former delight.

"What do you think about when you fall asleep?" You pricked your fork into a few of the gnocchi, preparing to take a bite.

He chuckled, showing a thin row of white teeth. "Nothing."

Holding a hand over your mouth while you chewed, the gnocchi almost seemed to melt in your mouth. The tomato-based sauce seemed to complement the starchy, potato flavor of the tri-colored dumplings very well without overpowering the dish, and it was unlike anything you'd ever had before. "Nothing?"

Mr.Hiddleston shook his head, mimicking your gesture.

You almost found yourself wishing this truly was a date and not an interview. If it was a date, you could completely focus on how utterly charming Mr.Hiddleston could be…maybe you could forget, even just for a moment, that this man was the same person who threatened to sue the magazine you worked for. That this man was the one who could've blacklisted you in the world of journalism and yet chose to offer you a job at his company.

"The truth is that…I don't sleep very often." He confessed while the two of you ate. "About three or four hours a night. My schedule keeps me quite busy."

You asked him if he ever needed medication to sleep, and he laughed quietly.

"As a matter of fact, no. Quite ironic, isn't it darling?" Mr.Hiddleston continued, "When I retire for the night, however late it may be, I'm very tired to the point that my eyes close as soon as my head meets the pillow. Truly, it's that simple."

"You really are a busy man," was all you could say. 

He finished his second glass of wine. "You'll have a chance to see that firsthand when you start working for me next week."

Next week? How on earth were you going to start a new job in one week? Is that really the date he listed on his contract, or was Mr.Hiddleston trying to mess with you? You gulped, looking down at your half-eaten gnocchi. You would need to find a place to live, a way to commute to the headquarters of Imperial Pharmaceuticals, a work permit…and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Besides," Mr.Hiddleston added, "I find real life much more fascinating than the Realm of Morpheus, especially…right now."

The server soon returned, inquiring if the two of you were interested in ordering dessert. Mr.Hiddleston politely declined, glancing in your direction. "My sweet tooth has already been satiated. Just the cheque will be fine, and a takeaway box with calamari and arancini."

Wondering what the takeaway box could possibly be for, you watched the server clear the table once again and made a mental note to pick up some ice cream when this interview is over. When the cheque arrived inside a black Castilian folder, you reached for your credit card and placed it on top before Mr.Hiddleston gently put his hand on top of yours.

"This is a business expense," he explained with a smirk, handing his black MasterCard to the server. "A welcome dinner to celebrate my newest employee." 

Mr.Hiddleston raised the glass of wine again and proposed a toast. "To your future at Imperial Pharmaceuticals." The server returned his card to him, and handed him a bag containing the takeaway box he requested. "Ah, thank you." He handed the server a fifty-pound note.

Mr.Hiddleston pushed your chair back, gently helped you put your coat on, and personally returned your clutch to you. Then, he offered you his arm and the two of you walked towards the exit of the restaurant. In that moment, you swore that a stray camera - probably not paparazzi - nearly blinded you for a moment. On the other hand, the CEO of Imperial Pharmaceuticals was barely paying any attention. With the arm holding the takeaway bag, Mr.Hiddleston raised a mobile phone to his ear and conversed in a serious tone.

"Miss Adler, I understand that you think you know them well, but I assure you, Shelby will take care of the trouble in Baker Street. I think my men can handle a pair of boys with big heads. Perhaps it's in your best interest to back away from the matter now. This is your last warning." 

With those words, Mr.Hiddleston ended the call. 

Baker Street…why did that name sound so familiar to you? And then, you remembered something you'd seen while rifling through Mr.Hiddleston's office - on top of his desk, there was a stick note that said, 'Silence the Baker Street Boys.' That could only mean that he was planning to do something to the detective that lived there, the one who knew about Mr.Hiddleston's potential involvement in a mass overdose within a London community riddled with drug addicts. But…if Mr.Hiddleston found the need to 'silence' someone with a word against him, then it probably meant that Mr.Hiddleston wasn't just involved in it, but might've had a hand in organizing the crime. Either way, the Baker Street Boys - including the detective - needed to watch their backs.

"I believe this brings us to the end of our evening together." Mr.Hiddleston turned to you with a smile.

You nodded. "Thank you very much for dinner…this was nice."

Mr.Hiddleston leaned in and kissed your cheek just like he did earlier today, sending a tingle down your spine. As he leaned in, you caught a whiff of his cologne - the same sophisticated scents of vanilla and champagne - and felt your heartbeat quicken just a little. 

He walked towards the front of the black town car parked outside the restaurant and presented the takeaway to the driver, the same jovial man who brought you here, as a gift for his troubles that evening. After bidding you good night, and making sure you got into the car safely, Mr. Hiddleston took out his keys from his pocket and opened the door to his own vehicle: a sleek, dark grey Jaguar.

He climbed into the front seat and locked the door. Then, he leaned back in the front seat and fished from his pocket…your voice recorder. He'd swiped it from the host of the restaurant, the same one who escorted you inside and helped you remove your coat. From there, the host was able to steal the recorder from your pocket and hand it to Mr.Hiddleston under the table.

Mr.Hiddleston pressed the play button, a small smile forming on his face as soon as he heard your voice. "Thank you so much for meeting with me tonight, I-I really appreciate it."

He murmured with a small smirk, glancing at the rear-view mirror to see the black town car drive away. "It was my pleasure." Mr.Hiddleston set the voice recorder aside, and put his foot on the ignition pedal.

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Our Three Is Not A Crowd

Summary: in the months that follow, life seems to become that bit better

Warnings: this chapter is almost all smut and you will find out why soon! Discussions of trauma, Genderfluid Loki, internalised homophobia thanks to Odin

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three

The months that followed after you had announced that you were ready for Thomas's baby were full of love, warmth and sex. The God was constantly pulling you to him and sheathing his hardened cock inside you, he couldn't help it, the idea of your body accepting his seed and growing his child turned him on shamelessly.

Your cabin was your safe haven away from the world and its issues and as you watched the news of Stark creating a murder bot, you were not at all concerned that it would find your home, not even through Thor. Your head laid on Thomas's lap as you fiddled with his fingers, a green glow shining sometimes which led you to stare up at him adoringly.

Thomas was seamlessly holding a book in one hand as you messed with the other, a smile playing at his lips as he scanned over the words in the book. His hand that you were meddling with eventually cupped your cheek and then caressed down your jawline and down your neck to one of your breasts, squeezing it gently and he smiled when you sighed happily.

"It's a lovely night, Thomas," you whispered, your eyes darting to the window with a grin and Thomas followed your gaze to the window slowly.

The God hummed before closing the book and looking down at you, "would you like to sleep out there tonight?"

Your heart raced as you looked up at your husband with a grin, "you'd want to?"

Thomas laughed and ran his fingers through your hair, swirling it around his fingers before brushing it out. "My dear," Thomas purred, looking down at you with adoration, "I studied the stars for years, I loved sleeping beneath them just to see what story they would tell to me."

You giggled and slid off the sofa, holding his hand as you walked out of the back door and down to the fire pit, lighting it and holding your hands over it to warm you. Behind you, a green flash filled the space and when you turned, you saw a tent had been erected with Thomas standing in front of it proudly.

Walking over to him, you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade, your eyes looking up at the clear sky. "It's beautiful," you whispered in awe and you felt Thomas chuckle.

"Let's make a baby beneath the stars, my love," he whispered and your thighs pressed together eagerly as wetness formed in your panties at his dark and lustful eyes.

You nodded eagerly and laid down on a blanket that Loki conjured, your clothes disappearing in an instant with Thomas kneeling between your legs. "No, wait," you whispered, catching Thomas's attention, "tonight I shall ride you beneath the stars, my Prince."

Thomas's cock twitched with interest as you rolled over so Thomas was on his back and you were knelt between his legs, his eyes never leaving yours during this exchange. Before even thinking of mounting him, you decided to have your way with his cock in your mouth.

You used your seiðr to banish his clothes and for a few moments, you appreciated every fine expanse of skin that was revealed to you. Every battle scar, every dimple, every twitch of his muscles as he waited for you to make your move, the rise and fall of his chest as he took in air, you loved this God so much.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you brought it to your lips and pressed a kitten lick to the tip and he hissed in pleasure but managed to keep eye contact with you. Your lips wrapped around him in an instant and you set your pace, Thomas's moans coming immediately as you gave his hardened cock as much attention as he wanted.

Feeling bold, you eagerly swallowed him until he hit the back of your throat and you gagged, your eyes rolling at how perfect he felt inside your drooling mouth. Thomas gasped for air as his whole body was alight with pleasure, his hips thrusting his cock gently into your mouth as he whined desperately.

"Please," Thomas breathed, his cheeks reddened from the pleasure and how close he was to falling over the edge.

You hummed and smirked, the vibrations building up Thomas's orgasm, even more, your tongue swirling around his impressive length as you bobbed your head and kept your eyes on him. Just as Thomas was about to fall over the edge, you pulled away from him and watched as he threw his head back and moaned in disappointment.

"Aww, Thomas," you purred, stroking the God's strong chest with a seductive smirk, "all of your cum will be filling up my pussy tonight, remember?"

Carefully straddling his hips, you sunk down onto his cock and sighed in relief at the pleasure it gave you immediately. Just like the first time, Thomas reached behind him to grasp the blanket for support since there was no headboard this time. You bounced on top of him slowly, your hands supporting you on his chest as his head lolled to the side, overcome by the pleasure you were giving him.

"You're so fucked already, aren't you?" you teased, grabbing Thomas's chin gently and forcing him to look in your eyes as you rode him, rolling your hips against his teasingly a few times before returning to bouncing and increasing the speed of which you took your pleasure from his cock. Eagerly, you threw your head back and moaned into the night, enjoying the knowledge that you had made Thomas speechless.

"Choke me," Thomas whimpered and you stared down at him, your cunt clenching at the desperate look in his eyes, he trusted you enough to let you choke him? Your heart raced and you smirked as your hand slid from his pectoral to his throat, applying pressure until he told you where he was most comfortable.

Squeezing gently, you enjoyed the feeling of his cock twitching inside you and you continued to ride him as you stared at your fucked out husband, drooling and moaning helplessly beneath you. He allowed you to dominate him like this and didn't put up a fight about it! He was so perfect!

You felt the familiar electricity of your orgasm building so you grabbed one of Thomas's hands and pulled it to your pussy as you glared at him, his eyes watching you though they were clouded with blissful lust. "Bring me to my orgasm, Thomas, and you will get to cum," you ordered him and he nodded eagerly, two fingers slipping past your folds to circle your clit lazily as your body bounced on his cock.

The attention to your clit was enough to push you over the edge and you moaned as you fell, "cum with me, Thomas, you've been such a good boy!"

Thomas moaned in delight and his back arched as ropes of cum filled you up as you came around his cock. You leaned over him and pressed your forehead to him as you smiled tiredly, "that was amazing."

Thomas nodded dumbly and after you pulled off him and laid beside him, he pulled you towards him, nuzzling into your chest and allowing sleep to consume him, tent be damned, you were all he needed. He was your good boy.

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A month and a half after your romantic night beneath the stars, you stood in the bathroom staring down at a positive pregnancy test. A smile broke out on your lips and you dropped to your knees, staring at the stick in your hand. Loki was out for the day with his mother so you had an idea of how to tell your beloved husband about the new addition to the family.

Using your seiðr, you teleported to one of England's lesser-known cities to stay off the Avengers' radar. Once you appeared in Hull, you decided to first start with one of their baby shops, coming out an hour later with many baby onesies, baby boots, hats, mittens and even a shirt for Loki that said: 'I am the father to the next God or Goddess of Mischief'.

As you walked around, you grabbed many more baby items and you knew that the guest room would one day become occupied by a more permanent guest. You sat down to eat in a quaint cafe, your hand on your flat stomach as you looked at the bags of baby things that you had bought. Your smile was incredibly bright as you picked them up and teleported back home.

You were relieved to see that Loki wasn't back yet so you got to work, hanging the baby boots in Loki's wardrobe on the rail where he would most certainly look. You hooked one of the onesies on the fridge door and even created a little Tesseract to sit beside a teddy bear by the kettle.

Next, you made sure that the gift box you had created was ready on the living room coffee table, with an emerald key laying on top of it for Loki to use to open it later. After that, you ran into the bathroom and got a quick shower before magically drying and styling your hair and making an emerald dress appear on your body. Smiling, you walked into the hallway and awaited your husband's arrival.

No less than half an hour later, the key turned in the lock to the cabin and Loki stepped through with bags of clothes and he froze when he saw you in the hallway waiting for him. Smirking, he tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

You walked over to him with a purposeful swing in your hips, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his shoulder-length hair. "Welcome home, husband," you purred and Loki smiled, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

"This is a welcome surprise, my love," Loki murmured, looking at your body in the dress and he smirked at you, "did I forget something?"

You giggled and cupped his cheek, "no, baby, go hang up your clothes then come into the kitchen to put the kettle on. I wanna know about your day out!"

Loki pressed a kiss to your temple before heading into the bedroom. He chuckled when he saw your hoodie and leggings carelessly discarded in the hamper by the bathroom door and he shook his head fondly, his girl would never change. Opening the door to the wardrobe, he came eye-to-eye with baby boots and he tilted his head curiously at the sight of them. Taking them from the rail, he left his seiðr to pack away the new outfits as he headed into the kitchen, boots in hand.

"Darling?" Loki called as he walked into the kitchen, watching as your head lifted from the book in your hands and he lifted the boots accusingly, "I know you wish to make a baby with you and I promise you, we are trying, I do not need hints that I need to fuck you more."

Your cheeks reddened as you saw him prowl closer to you and you moaned as his lips attached to your neck, his teeth nipping at the lobe of your ear with a dark smirk on his face. You felt his hard cock against your stomach and your brain faltered at his misunderstanding.

"Wait!" you tried, trying to push yourself away from your husband, "that's not what-"

Your protests died as his fingers dived beneath your dress and he felt your bare cunt there. "No panties?" Loki purred, his eyes boring into yours, "dirty slut, you wanted to get fucked over this counter?"

You moaned as he flipped you around and lifted up your dress, revealing your glistening folds to his eyes and he moaned, "you're so wet already, what a dirty girl your Prince has on his hands."

"Yes, I'm a dirty girl," you whispered as Loki smirked and knelt behind you, his tongue diving into your entrance and sucking your juices into his mouth, causing you to scream in bliss as your head fell forward into your crossed arms, "I'm your dirty slut for my Prince!"

Loki pressed two fingers against your clit and circled at the pace he was thrusting his tongue into you. He hadn't forgotten your night beneath the stars and he decided to punish you just the same as you had punished him. Just as you were tipping over the edge, Loki pulled himself away from you and enjoyed your disappointed scream.

"Hush, darling," Loki whispered, kissing down your back gently, "I'm going to fuck my dirty slut now."

True to his word, Loki pushed his hard cock into you almost two seconds later and you released a loud, grateful moan.

You slowly shuffle to get comfier and it has Loki groaning behind you at the involuntary clenching of your cunt around him, one of his hands reaching out to hold the back of your neck with a dark growl. "Careful," he drawls, thrusting into your hard once and making a desperate moan escape your throat.

He thrusts again, his hips slapping against yours as he does, hammering into you in a way that ignites a primal need in your body and makes your clit throb desperately for his attention. You bite your lip to keep quiet, knowing that if you opened your mouth now, all that would escape would be pathetic moans and desperate pleas for him to fuck you more.

Loki expertly rocked his hips rhythmically down and forward, finding the spot inside you that sent you to the stars and he started to pound hard into you, constantly hitting that sweet spot inside you as your ass jiggles with the force of his thrusts.

It was too tempting to Loki, your bare ass was just on display for him. He reared his hand back and slapped your ass, never ceasing in his movements as you screamed into your arms, your orgasm hitting you unexpectedly and Loki curses in Asgardian as he falls over the edge with you, ropes of hot cum spilling into your awaiting cunt.

Breathing heavily, Loki rested his head between your shoulder blades and tried to catch his breath as you came down from your high in front of him. When he was sure he had his strength back, Loki grabbed a towel and used his seiðr to dampen it before pulling out of you and wiping away any of your mixed juices that escaped your pussy.

He smiled when he heard you whimpering and he kissed your sore ass before helping you stand tall, kissing your neck again and guiding you into the bedroom.

Loki laid you out on the bed, legs spread out for him as he eased himself back into your tight cunt, moaning in bliss at the feeling of his cum cooling inside you as he started to thrust leisurely, watching as your toes curled and your legs lifted to wrap around his waist.

"You're so cock-drunk, aren't you, baby?" Loki smirked down at his beloved, watching you nod eagerly as your legs pulled him closer, "don't worry, baby, your King is here for you."

You gasped and your hand darted down to your stomach, his hand meeting yours there as he started to increase the pace of his thrusts, your eyes rolling in bliss as the pleasure took away any form of lucidity you had to tell him of your pregnancy.

"I'll give you what you want," Loki whispered, his hips slapping against yours, his eyebrows pulled taut as he moaned.

Green shimmered behind you and you felt fingers run through your hair and your eyes opened, looking up at a duplicate of Loki kneeling on the floor beside your head, his smile loving and the touch of his fingers on your scalp was comforting. You knew better, though, this meant Loki was serious.

In the next moment, you were turned onto your hands and knees, facing the duplicate who was now on his feet with his cock lined up to your mouth. With a smirk, the duplicate stroked his hardened length and offered it to you as your husband fucked you harshly behind you.

Accepting the cock into your mouth, you moaned as the duplicate twisted his fingers into your hair and started to thrust into your mouth at the same time as Loki thrust into your awaiting cunt. You cried around the duplicate's cock, staring up at your husband adoringly as he continued to fuck you.

Loki's hand fell to your clit after a few minutes, sensing his own orgasm brewing in his abdomen. Swirling your clit, he watched as your head stopped bobbing on his duplicate cock in order to moan appreciatively at his attention to your clit.

You fell over the edge quickly with Loki's rapid circles on your clit, your body shuddering and you had to grasp the duplicate's hips to steady yourself. Both Loki's released a simultaneous moan and released their cum inside you, the duplicate disappearing moments after and Loki gently pulling you to his body.

"You did so well, my dove," Loki whispered to you as you whined, yawning into his chest and keeping your eyes shut, "sleep, my dove, I will wake you in time for dinner."

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Days after the best fucking of your life, you were standing in the kitchen and making breakfast. Once you were done, you decided that Loki deserved breakfast in bed so you put breakfast on plates, transferred them onto a tray with two glasses of orange juice and then headed down the hall to your shared bedroom.

"Loki?" you call into the room, moving the door with your shoulder, "I have breakfast!"

Once the door was fully open, you didn't see Loki in the room. No, you saw the most beautiful woman in the world before you, her hair hanging down to her buttocks, her breasts were rounded and perfect with her nipples hardened from the cold and her figure was amazingly hourglass. You almost dropped your tray at the distraction.

Loki looked into the mirror and gasped when she saw you staring, quickly reverting back to her male form and holding up his hands, "you didn't see anything!"

"Loki," you whispered, setting down the breakfast on top of the dresser as you made your way over to your naked husband, "I know about your shapeshifting, remember?"

"But I am a Prince of Asgard, not a Princess!" Loki hissed, looking away from you in shame.

You sighed and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you, "let me see what he brainwashed you with this time."

Sighing, Loki's fingers gleamed a beautiful green and he brought you into his mind.

The door opened and Loki beamed when she saw her father enter the room. Father had been awfully distant as of late and Loki was starting to get worried as to if she had done something to offend him.  

“Hello, father,” she greeted with a gentle smile, “I was wondering when you would come with us.” 

Odin took one look at Loki and his face turned sour, his once happy smile turning into a frown of disapproval, “Loki,” the man’s voice rumbled, “what is the meaning of this?” 

Loki took a few steps back and her eyes widened in shock, “mother taught me new magic, father, I can change my shape! I feel so comfy!” 

“Loki, lift your magic this instant!” Odin boomed, the scared little girl staring up at her father in horror, “you are a Prince, not a silly little maid girl!” 

“I’m not trying to be a maid girl, father!” Loki cried out, tears falling down her cheeks as she sniffled, “I am still Loki! Still your Loki!” 

Odin shook his head and sighed with such disappointment that Loki’s heart broke with each second the man exhaled. The man walked past the Prince and grabbed his scissors, stalking forward and grabbing the Prince roughly by the arm to the floor before the fire. Odin pulled Loki’s hair back and once he had a measurement set, the scissors went straight through Loki’s hair. Loki screamed and wailed but Odin only let go when the young girl looked more like a boy than she ever would look like a girl. 

“You are a Prince of Asgard, Loki. You are an Odinson,” Odin snarled, and Loki nodded numbly, and the King left the room with Loki’s cut locks burning in his hand as he walked.  

The princess sat beside the fires, stroking the severed hair on her head as she brokenly sobbed. 

Withdrawing from his mind, your hand slapped over your mouth as you stared at Loki in horror before jumping into his arms and nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, "change."

"Darling-"

"I said change!" you shouted, holding both of his cheeks, tears dripping from your eyes as you stared at him.

Bowing his head, green shimmered around your wife as she appeared before you and you instantly pressed a kiss to her lips, your heart sinking when she didn't kiss back. She thinks you'll reject her, how could Odin abuse her like this!

"You are not Odin's daughter, Loki, you are Laufey's daughter! Daughter of a race of shapeshifters, male, female, neither! I love you in any form you take! Do you hear me?! I love you Loki Laufeydottir!" you kept her eyes on you throughout your speech, hoping it would sink into her mind that you loved her endlessly.

Loki was motionless for a while, her emerald eyes taking in the emotions swirling in your own beautiful eyes.

"Would you hate our child for being able to shift?" you ask her, knowing that she would bite at that, she would defend your children to the end.

"Of course not!" Loki fought instantly, tears brimming in her eyes as she held her hips, "our child would be cherished and supported! I would love them for being who they are!"

"So why can't you...?" you whispered, your thumb gently stroking away the tears falling from her right eye, "why can't you love and cherish yourself, Loki?"

You watched her distance herself again, her mind running a mile a minute as she was trying to find an argument. "You even hide your jötunn form from me, for Norns sake! Why can't you love yourself, Loki? Love yourself and find comfort in just being you? You belong to no-one... why should you care?"

Loki whimpered and collapsed to the ground, you catching her quickly as she cried out and sobbed. "I just wanted to be me but Odin stole that from me! I can't, Y/N! I can't be me!"

You shushed her and rocked her gently, your nails gently scratching her scalp as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear, "you are perfect, Loki... so, so perfect... I have loved all sides of you since I found out you were you... I married Thomas Sharpe but I got you too... I'm so lucky... so, so lucky... our child is lucky to have you as their mummy..."

Loki stilled in your arms as she heard the last bit of your words of comfort, "what...? What did you just say?"

You beamed at her and held her hand over your stomach, your eyes never leaving hers, "it worked, Loki, I'm pregnant."

An elated laugh escaped Loki's lips as she nuzzled against your stomach, gently pressing a kiss to the skin after lifting your hoodie, "hello, baby, I'm your mama... and also your daddy... you'll get used to it..."

You smiled down at her and continued to scratch her scalp comfortingly as Loki busied herself with talking to your flat stomach.

"I want another," Loki whispered after a few minutes.

You laughed and shook your head, "but we haven't even met this little one yet!"

"Don't care! Want another one!" Loki pouted and you cooed at how adorable she was before bringing over the tray of breakfast with help from your seiðr.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was over when you hit 24 weeks. Thomas had been fine for the most part during your pregnancy, taking over difficult tasks so that you didn't need to but when you hit 24 weeks pregnant. Your bump was noticeable to anyone who looked carefully even through his hoodie and you were glowing!

Thomas made sure to constantly be around you with his hands on your swollen stomach, caressing the sides of your stomach and even dropping to his knees at any given time to kiss your belly and compliment you on how well pregnancy suited you.

Today was no different, you were casually reading on the bed when it was thrown away by a flash of green and your head turned to see your husband standing in the doorway. Smiling, you opened your arms and he came rushing over, laying between your legs to kiss your swollen belly gently, breaking out into a story of his childhood for your baby.

Normally you would love Thomas doting on your child and talking to them but you wanted the attention today. Gently caressing his hair, you gained his attention and he saw the lust hiding in your irises and he smirked.

Leaning down again, Thomas pressed a kiss to your stomach and whispered, "sorry, baby, I'll pick up later, mummy is needy today."

The slap on the back of his head that earns him is worth it.

With a flash of green, both of your clothes disappeared and Loki pressed a rough kiss to your lips, his hand caressing your cheek as he sighed in pleasure, feeling your bump against his own stomach. He began to litter your cheek and neck with nips and kisses before leaning back on his knees and admiring your swollen stomach in all of your naked glory.

"You're so pregnant, baby," he whispered, his hand caressing your stomach gently, his cock twitching at the knowledge that it was him that put this baby inside you and he was going to enjoy fucking his very pregnant wife.

Sinking his cock into your tight cunt, Thomas moaned filthily at how much more you gripped him now that you were pregnant, becoming even more attractive for the God above you.

You mewled in pleasure at the feeling of his cock inside you again and you looked up at Thomas with a beautiful grin, your hands laid on your stomach as you bit your lip.

"Oh you're so very pregnant," Thomas mumbled as he started to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out slowly as he got used to the new tightness before his pace increased speed, causing beautiful moans to fall from your lips as you gripped the pillow beside your head. "You're mine, Y/N, do you hear me?" he demanded and you nodded but he snarled and thrust hard into you, causing a moan to escape your throat, "words, pet."

"Y-yes!" you gasped, "I am all yours, Thomas! I promise, promise, promise!!"

Thomas's hands fell to your pregnant stomach and smirked as his fingers gleamed a beautiful emerald as his horns appeared tattooed on the side of your stomach and he moaned as he watched it swirl with his magic and your own.

"This will protect you," he whispered gently, stroking over the mark and you moaned in delight at the gift, "if you ever, EVER, find yourself in a dangerous situation, press this tattoo or feel its magic and it will bring you home."

"Thank you," you whimpered, his cock hitting that sweet spot in you that made you lose the lucidity that you just had, deteriorating into a gooey mess for your husband again as he continued to fuck you.

Your hands joined over your swollen stomach and you both breathed heavily as your orgasms approached, Thomas's hips becoming sloppy as he tried to keep up the pace but also bask in the intoxicating pleasure that was consuming him.

Thomas moaned in bliss as he spilt his cum into you, one of his hands disconnecting from yours to circle your clit, watching your form write and your mouth spill dirty expressions as you fell over the edge, your back arching and your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you came down from your highs.

Thomas kissed you gently and pulled out of you, conjuring up a damp towel to wipe away the mix of juices between your thighs. When he was done, he laid between your legs again with his head peacefully rested on your baby bump.

About an hour later, you roused from your sleep to hear Thomas yet again recounting a story of his childhood to your baby and you smiled lovingly at the sound, listening along to his stories until he was done.

"Thomas?" you whispered into the darkness of your bedroom.

"Yes, beloved?" he asked with a small smile on his face, his head never leaving your belly.

"Marry me again."

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While the story goes forward, I want to write a bit more in genres other than filthy, lecherous smut. 😉😉 My current show is about to start its' run, meaning once it ends the following weekend, I will have a lot more time on my hands!

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