#tom hiddleston x original female character

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 1

Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Mia Sull) Chapter 2 Masterlist Series Rating: M Chapter Warnings: Mentions of sexual health items, alcohol use, Nudity Series warnings: Sexual content, alcohol use

RPF Note- This is a fictional version of Tom Hiddleston. I have and will continue to play with the timeline of his career. All characters are fictional. Out of respect for the actual Tom, I have fictionalized his family members beyond the most basic details as well as as past romantic entanglements. Please do NOT take this romantic work of fiction as disapproval of his current relationship. He appears happy, has a family and I am happy for him. I have a hundred and one fictional versions of him in my head, I don't need the real life man single.

Summary: Las Vegas drew in people like him. Heart broken, lonely and rejected while his ex married someone else. Here he could be anyone though, flying under the radar of his skyrocketing fame.

Las Vegas was home to people like her. Lonely, broke and with the weight of the world on her shoulders. There was never enough of anything except stress. She was one of the countless faces that lived in the shadow of the glittering lights.

Two worlds collide in a drunken night neither can remember. What do you do when what happens in Vegas is a legally binding marriage contract between two strangers?

Chapter One

Shrill ringing cut through the silence. Slitting open her eyes, Mia regretted it instantly. The bright sunlight of the day stabbed her eyes without care for the pain it caused. Blindly, she groped toward the cursed sound of her phone ringing. Pawing at it, she dismissed the alarm or call or alert- what exactly she didn’t know and didn’t care at that moment. 

“Fucking hell…” It was hard to talk. Her throat felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton balls. Her head pounded and it felt like she was floating. 

“Agreed…” she could have sworn a voice mumbled behind her. She had had far too much to drink the night before and couldn’t trust her senses.

“Where are you?” The voice was a distant squawk. It turned out that it was a call and, rather than dismissing it she had answered it. 

“Fuck.” she said again, not registering much but dragging the phone to her ear. “What?”

“Breakfast. You’re missing from it. Where are you?” It was her sister Ashley on the other end of the call. 

Breakfast… shit. Breakfast. “I’ll get right on that.”

“Where are you?” Ashley’s voice was so loud. Was the phone on speaker or was the volume punishing her for the night before?

“Hotel room?” Mia said.

“Mandalay Bay.” The voice behind her offered slightly stronger. The bed shifted under the weight of another occupant moving. The voice earlier hadn’t been a figment of her imagination after all.

“Who was that?” Ashley asked.

“I don’t honestly know.” She admitted, not caring if she hurt the occupant’s feelings but trying to keep her voice down. 

If there wasn’t a thousand angry hornets surfing on shifting sand in her skull, it may have occurred to her that admitting that while in a hotel alone- she assumed they were alone at least- with a strange man was likely not the greatest choice. 

“Tom.” The mystery man supplied as if that actually gave her any information. Did he expect her to remember him? Did he remember her?

“He says his name is Tom.” Did she even know a Tom? She had no memory of a Tom. 

“I heard.” Ashley was not pleased. She was whatever existed below highly displeased was. “Who the hell is-”

“Give me ten to fifteen, kay?” Mia didn’t give her a chance to answer before disconnecting the call. 

“What the hell happened?” It took all the strength in her body to roll from her stomach to her back. Her limbs felt like they had been replaced with sacks of potatoes. How much did I drink?

The thought was cut off when she saw him. Light brown hair was lit up gold in the offensively bright Las Vegas morning sun, defining the curl to the short stands. He had a sharp jaw peppered with morning stubble and defined cheekbones. Most importantly, he was without a shirt. Hopefully that was all the clothes missing from him. 

He held his hand up over his chest, suspended and looking at it incredulously. A Simple gold ring reflected off his left hand. 

Fuck. Her leg brushed against his as she shifted to face him. She was very much naked and anything resembling pant legs did not cover his leg. Fuckity fuck fuck. She fucked a married man. When the fuck did she sink so low?

“I think we got married?” Tom’s voice had fewer cotton balls and gravel now as he shifted again in the bed. 

“Oh thank god, you’re not married.” The words slipped out in a breath before the real meaning of his words sank in and she bolted upright. “Wait, what? Fuck.” She yanked the too thin blankets up to her naked chest as soon as the overly cold hotel room air made contact with her bare breasts. In the process, she stole blankets from the mystery Tom. His long toned thigh and hip was reveled and yep- he was naked too.

“I believe we’re married.” The words came slowly, calmly as he watched her. Absently, he tugged the blanket to cover his hip and maintain his cover, though he seemed far less concerned with potential exposure than she was. Who could blame him? His chest and abdomen were toned. No wonder she fell into bed with him. 

But marry him? She wouldn’t. She didn’t know him. And they couldn’t, anyway. “There’s no way.”

“Shall we find out?” Muscles rippled and contracted as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His back was as nice to look at as the rest of him. Quickly, she chastised herself for thinking that way. 

This was insanity. 

Look away, she reminded herself, as he leaned down and slipped on a pair of boxers. Before she could stop herself, she noticed how they hugged the curve of his ass. It was possible he had a nicer ass than her. 

Tom rummaged around as she tried to make a gown out of the blanket before handing her a white button-down shirt. It was too large for her and clearly was his. “Your dress is ripped down the zipper.” 

“Turn around.” 

He complied, but a chuckle slipped from him as he did so. “It’s a bit late for that, eh?” 

“We don’t know that.” It was a lie, she knew it was. Her hips ached in a way that made it impossible to lie to herself, but she sure as hell would lie to him.

“The condom in the trash over here says we did,” or maybe lying to him wasn’t an option. “It’s okay if you don’t remember- I only remember bits. We shouldn’t have.” 

“But we did.” It killed her to admit that. “Look, if we were so drunk we couldn’t remember having sex, they wouldn’t have given us a marriage license.”

“You think?” It didn’t sound like he was listening to her as he rummaged through some papers that were scattered on the floor. 

“I know, Tom- that’s your name, right? Look, these sorts of things happen in movies and books. Sure, you can walk into the clerk’s office and get a marriage license damn near 24/7 and walk out with a license within 30 minutes, but they’re trained to look for people too damn drunk to make that decision.”

“And what if I just found the paperwork?” When she faced him, he was looking at her intently and holding a stack of papers in his hand. 

“No.” He pulled the papers from her as she reached for them, eyebrow raised. 

“You don’t know me?” His whole demeanor changed with the question, body becoming rigid.

What the fuck sort of question was that? “Should I?”

“It doesn’t’ matter.” Sure, he was hot, but what the fuck was with that ‘do you know who I am?’ shit? But he seemed to relax with that answer. He didn’t look like a mafia throwback at least. 

When she reached for the papers again, he let her take them. She didn’t exactly have the right clothes on to try and climb the man to steal them if he had decided to be childish. The official papers were all there. Everything looked legit and the yellow carbon copies were present with the official white sheets missing. 

“Fuck me.” 

“I would make a joke, but I suspect now isn’t the time.” Tom cracked a slight smile, but she only returned a glare. 

“Not the time.” 

“So, are we married?” 

“I think so.” She wanted to puke. It wasn’t fair. She was so hung over and yet the adrenalin was letting her think through the shifting sands in her brain. There wasn’t anything she wanted to do more than puke in the moment, yet her mouth was dryer than the desert. 

“Maria, correct?” Tom spoke softer. “The paperwork said your name is Maria?”

“Mia,” She corrected absently. She was only Maria when someone was mad at her. “Hiddleston? That’s my new name? What the fuck kind of name is that?” Realizing how harsh her words were, she tacked on a quick, “Sorry.” 

“I can’t say none taken, but we’re under stress, so I’ll let it pass.” 

Fiddling with the ring on her finger, she stood in silence for a moment before sitting in a heap on the bed. It wasn’t her intention to insult his name, but she hadn’t expected to have woken up to a husband.

“Here.” A glass of water waved through the tears she hadn’t realized were gathering in her eyes. “You’re probably dehydrated. I know my head is pounding,  yours surely is too.” 

“Thank you.” She wasn’t aware of how thirsty she was until she took the first gulp of water to wash down the Advil he also handed to her.

“Slow down,” He cautioned, “or you’ll make yourself sick. 

Looking down at the last bit of water in the glass, she was silent as her stomach rolled. They had to do something. This shouldn’t have been able to happen. She couldn’t be married to a stranger. 

“We need to file for an annulment.” the words came out softly and silence hung in the air after. “The ring is pretty- hopefully it can be refunded. Do you think you picked it or me?” She was talking to fill the void in the room. 

“I did,” He sounded… something. Down. Perhaps the reality of the situation was weighing on him as well. “You wouldn’t have any part of picking it.” 

“You remember?” 

“Bits and pieces are coming back.” 

“You picked a nice one.” The ring fit her well, sparkling with promises fit for a princess she would never get to be. “Hopefully you can get a refund.” 

Silence again. There were no analog clocks in hotels anymore, but she could somehow still hear the ticking of a clock marking off the seconds in her soul.

“I can have Ashley, my sister, bring me some clothes and we can go get the paperwork filed.” The words were flowing out quickly, trying to fill the room. “We can get this taken care of and be done with it. You won’t have to see me again. I won’t make it dif-”

“What if we don’t?” Long nimble fingers that made her remember warmth twisted his simple band around his finger. 

“What?” Surely she didn’t hear him right.

“I was raised to believe things happened for a reason. The amount of things that should have stood in the way to prevent this- what if it happened for a reason?” He couldn’t be serious.

“So what, we just stay married?” 

“Well,” She cut him off. 

“We don’t even know eachother!” 

This was insanity. He was insane. Why would a man like him want to be married to some random woman he didn’t know? He looked like a goddamn god, surely women fall at his feet. She wasn’t special. Any woman could have fallen into his bed. It just happened to be her this time. 

“Hear me out,” He said. It was hard not to look at him. What woman wouldn’t want a tall, handsome man pleading with her while wearing nothing but his well fitted boxers? “Let’s take some time. Let’s get to know eachother. We don’t have to rush-”

“You’re actually insane.” In her exasperation, she flopped back on the bed. The hem of the shirt- his shirt- rode up her thighs, and she quickly sat back up and yanked the fabric down. “If we ‘take our time’, the window for annulment will close. Then-”

“Then we get a divorce.” He said it as if it was that simple. 

“Divorce means lawyers and court fees. I don’t exactly have shit to split but-” 

“I’m not concerned about my assets.” 

“How long do you want? A few days?” She ran her hands through her waves in frustration, but quickly yanked them down again as she felt the hem of the shirt creeping higher again. “I need some damn pants.”

“What about a year?” 

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Alcohol was burning in his throat even as he called for another. Ice clanked against the cold glass. Lights and sounds blinked and clanged around him and yet, thanks to the insulation, it sounded distant. Condensation dampened his fingertips.

It was childish; he knew that. He was far too grown to be drowning his sorrows in a bar. It was risky too- with the attention and influx of fans, he could only dream of it wouldn’t be unexpected for someone to recognize him. 

“Excuse me?” A soft voice called behind his shoulder. This was it, he was found out. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m on per-” She slipped into the empty seat next to him. The bar was packed, and it had only recently been vacated. Though he looked at her, she had her eyes on the bartender.

“Washington apple?” She ordered.

Brown waves cascaded down her back. Were they as soft as they looked? The scent of flowers clung to the surrounding air. 

“Mia!” The bartender knew her. “Shouldn’t you have gone home hours ago?” 

“No point. I wouldn’t sleep anyway.” The glass slid into her hand with practiced coordination that gave away a history between her and the bartender.

“Why’s that?” He shouldn’t be listening in on their conversation, but the whiskey buzzed in his head, making it hard not to.

“AC is down. No one would get any sleep, anyway.” 

Tom downed his whiskey and ordered another. His ex may be getting married, but why should he spend that time alone?

“I couldn’t imagine trying to sleep here with no air conditioning.” 

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[lulubelle814]

Head's Up, Seven Up

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“Are you Alice’s friend?” Jayne said, before he could turn to leave.  “Yes! That’d be me.  I’m Tom.”  He smiled and held out his hand.  “I’m Jayne.”  She smiled back and shook his hand.  “Come right in, Tom.  You’re right on time.  We were just getting started.”

She led him into the dinning room where everyone welcomed him.  Alice jumped up to give him a hug.  “I’m so glad you could make it!”  Turning around, she introduced him.  “Tom, this is everyone.  Everyone, this is Tom.  He’s new to town.”

Everyone welcomed him.  The only free spot was a corner seat across from Alice.  Jayne sat at the other corner across the table.  Looking at the delicious food, Tom dug right in.  “I could smell this as soon as I got out of my car.  It all looks amazing!”  All those around the table heartily agreed.  They loved coming whenever Jayne hosted.  Not that the others were bad (except Harry who’d been banned from cooking for the group after the last disaster).  They just preferred Jayne’s cooking.

“I’ve been eating takeaway for a week while I get my place set up,” said Tom.  No one really liked moving, and unpacking seemed to take forever, especially since he seemed to have lost the boxes with his kitchen stuff.  As much as he looked, those particular boxes never seemed to turn up.  

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[emotionflowsworld]

Home alone? Not for long...

It was 7 pm in the evening, tired from all the work, I remove my shoes and get a glass of water. I open my phone and look at the last text from Tom

Tom: see you soon love x.

I liked the message and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I wear a long t-shirt and solid black panties. I lay in the bed with a sipper water bottle and look up my instagram and look at his latest loki poster. I look at the time, it is 7:30 pm. I message him asking when will he be home.

Tom: i am afraid it will be another half hour. miss you. Me: see you soon.. Tom : can't wait x

I sigh and lie back on the bed remembering last night. Tom, while i am on my stomach hovering over me "You just had to wear that office skirt today, didn't you?" as he fucked my pussy from behind while pulling on my hair and kissing my neck. I said "Are you complaining Mr. Hiddleston?". He grunted as I clenched around him ,"Never love, if it were up to me I would keep you in that office skirt and just a blazer all the time." I moaned loudly as he said that. I snapped out, very horny and excited as I felt up my cheeks go warm. I opened the bedside drawer and removed my rabbit vibrator, and switched it on and moved it over my clothed pussy and kept  moving it up through my top until it reaches the middle of my breasts. I take off my t-shirt and move them over my clothed nipples. I keep going up and trace it on my jawline, behind my ear and over my lips. I hear the closing of my bedside drawer and open my eyes to look at him looming over and smiling "Started the fun without me, someone must have been real desperate love." I spoke smiling " It is not my fault that you fuck me so good that I can't stop replaying it." He gets on the bed over me "Don't let me stop you love. You look exquisite." I giggled and he slid his hands around me and unclips my bra, slides my straps off and gently caress my nipples as I moan lightly under him. He takes my wrist and rubs the vibrator  over my soaked panties and moves down to kiss my pussy and my inner thighs and slides the panties off me. He guides my hand with the vibrator and pushes it inside me as I arch my lower back and moan. He lays beside me and takes the vibrator in his hand and puts it on the highest setting and  I say "Fuck yes Tom I missed you so much."

He smirks and  comes close to my ear and says " But it is not I who is inside you, is it?" He stops the vibrator and removes it. I widen my eyes and beg "Please don't stop. I really missed you love." But in turn he moves over me and lands me on all fours and spanks my ass as I grunt heavily. He says "Well let me fix not being inside you darling." as he rolls on the condom and slams inside me harshly. I put my head in the pillow and scream loudly as he fucks me with everything he has. He turns me over and puts my legs on his shoulders and hits that exact spot again and again as I become a shaking mess. I whimper slightly and say "Fuck yes right there Tom, I am so close, don't stop." He finds the vibrator and puts it over my clit and I scream loudly as it touches my sensitive pussy. I start to clench around him harder which means i am close. He leans over as he fucks me and kisses me hungrily.

I cum violently as I remove my lips from him to scream out is name. Soon after he bites on my neck and finishes insides the condom as he grunts into my skin. He gets off me to clean up and hands me the towel after which I clean myself up and go to the bathroom.

I come out and say "I am hungry." He says "Already sorted my love, I know how famished you can be after a heavy session." He winks at me as he hands me a plate of sliced apple. I say "It is good that one of us is aiming to keep me healthy." He smiles and says "Well I do need your stamina for selfish reasons darling." I chuckle as I bite off a piece of the sliced apple.

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[itsstrange]

Start With Forever

Relationship: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: So to give me more time on finishing longer stories for y’all, I decided to drop some of my works that I originally posted on my IG, some of them will be edited and will be a little longer than they originally were, but won’t be edited too crazy. So with that, hope y’all enjoy them!

Summary: Having your first dance with the love of your life is all you ever needed to feel complete.

Word Count: 918

Warnings: (None) Fluff, First Dance, Wedding, Happiness, Gentle Kisses, Just Absolutely Pure Fluff.

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Enjoy! 💙✨

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Having your first dance with your lovely husband is all you’ve been waiting for, the cake was a good moment, yes, but your first slow dance together is what you dreamed of. And it was finally happening, after many hours later. While slowly dancing you were not thinking about everyone else in the hall, not thinking about the slow music playing through the speakers and certainly not thinking about cameras filming this beautiful moment. All you cared about was Tom, who’s in your arms, slowly swaying you to the music, gently spinning you every once and a while before pulling you back in his arms and leaning his forehead against yours. Awhile softly humming to the music.

“I love you Mrs. Hiddleston,” A wide smile spreads on your face at his words, causing you to do the same,

“And I love you, Mr. Hiddleston,” A wide, warm smile spreads on his before angling his head and letting his lips connect with your own, smiling and chuckling against your lips when everyone bursts into cheers and whistles,

You on the other hand couldn’t help hide your face in the crook of his neck from shyness, causing another deep chuckle to escape from him, but nonetheless let’s his cheek lean against the crown of your head as he continues to sway you two with the music.

Once the song ended, another round of cheers and whistles erupted the hall, causing you both to smile widely, but you being the shy one you hide your face with Tom’s chest. Again. Through the loud commotion, you slightly hear his deep chuckle before feeling a warm hand on the side of your cheek. With little effort he brings your face back to his own, he smiles down at you and places another small kiss. You smile against his lips, not wanting to break away from his lips or him in general, you slip your arms around his waist and hug him tightly.

Tom slightly pulls back to see your (E/C) eyes before giving you a small peck on your forehead. As you two remained on the dance floor, the DJ smoothly announces the floor is now open for people to joined and began dancing to the upbeat music, you two however remained slow dancing in each other’s arms. Some song from a familiar band plays loudly, causing people to move with the beat with their partners, but you and Tom remained moving slow and steady. Dancing your asses off can wait, right now you two are enjoying the moment and each other’s hold.

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The Following Morning

Stirring from his sleep, Tom wakes up to the sound of Seagulls flying by and waves crash ashore. Through drowsy eyes, he manages to see outside his window, noticing the sun was barely peaking out. Slightly looking down where you still remained sound asleep in his arms, a small smile tugs on the mans lips as he takes in your beautiful sleeping form. Realizing then and there, that this would be his life now, getting the opportunity to wake up next to you, forever. He honestly, still, doesn’t understand how he was able to find someone like you, find the perfect wife that’ll love him the same way he loves back. Doesn’t understand how he got so lucky to have you. He just doesn’t.

After a while of admiring your sleeping form, he carefully and slowly peels away from you before getting up from bed. Slipping on his shirt and briefs that laid on the floor, he makes his way out towards the balcony to watch the sunset, to have some alone time, to gather his mind around reality for a minute. The weather was rather warm, a small fresh breeze hitting his skin every so often when the waves crash against shore. Closing his eyes he inhales deeply through his nose, getting a fresh scent of nature, and feeling the way his exhausted body relaxes almost instantly. As Tom stood out in the balcony, overlooking the beautiful sunset and the crashing waves, a warm hand snaking into his breaks him out of his thoughts.

“What are you doing out here?” You ask, leaning your cheek against his shoulder,

Tom looks down at you, smile tugging on his lips, “Processing everything,”

His heart flutters in his chest at the sight of you wearing his white button up from the previous night, with your (H/C) hair resting messily on your shoulders. He can definitely get use to waking up to this.

You chuckle, “Still can’t believe it huh?”

He shakes his head, “Knowing that you are finally my wife? Yeah.. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to,”

You smile up at him before reaching out to peck his lips and settling in between his chest to watch the sunrise with him. His arms wrap tightly around your frame, chin resting on top of your head as you both stare out to the beautiful island. While doing so, your lips curl upwards when you suddenly feel the way his fingers play with your wedding band. The gesture was adorable, yet, just like him, you also couldn’t believe he was your husband as well. Whatever feelings he must be feeling at the moment were most definitely the same feelings you had as you stayed in his arms, cherishing the morning with him. Making core memories like this one is all you want and all you hoped for, because he was your forever. Just like how you were his.

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[loverforfanfiction]

Revenge or tell me you love me-tom hiddleston

[Play the song while reading wait till the song start]

"I've dug two Graves my dear can't pretend I was perfect leaving you in fear" or "oh tell me you love me I need someone on days like this I do on days like this"

Yours and Tom's breakup was mutual you guys both thought it would be for the better but it really wasn't

You have been regretting it since day 3 and you knew tom was to stubborn to say he missed you and so were you

But you decided to put your pride aside for this one

*my ex* ring ring ring

Y/n:it's been a little while since I last heard your voice it would be nice to hear it ..... ok im just gonna say it I miss you tom I miss your hugs and kisses ... I'm sorry I'm so f**** sorry baby pls just respond when you can.. I love you

Tom's pov

[He heard your call]

*my love*ring ring

Yes?

I love you too and I miss you im sorry

Y/n:it's ok.... but we need to take it slow this time baby

I'll wait id wait 20 years for you just to be with you

(Knock at the door)

Who is it!!

[Opens door]

Imagine your gender and race

Y/n:"Even if it takes 20 years"

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[msilwrites]

Make Him Regret, Chapter 3 - Conclusion

A/N: Chapter 3 is up, this is the conclusion of the story. There might be a continuation/sequel but it will have a different title and would pick up from where this story left off. This chapter has smut, so I do hope you enjoy!  Tag: @milady-hiddleston, @miruwen, @leah-halliwell92  Sorry if I was unable to find the others, tumbler couldn’t find you :( One more thing! You can also find the story in AO3!

EDIT:  If you want to read the previous chapters here they are here; ONE - Social Media Stalker TWO - Dark Eyes

THREE  Conclusion

Vivienne walks to the wooden dock and looked around to find a few people, taking a late afternoon swim. It wasn’t the season where there are many tourists, which explains the almost empty shore.

She hesitated to remove her skirt wrap for a while, as she felt that her bathing suit looked a little skimpy. Earlier, Mildred who claims to be her ‘stylist’, forced her to wear the swimwear. But looking around, most of the female swimmers wore a skimpier swimwear than her. With a bit of hesitation, she jumps into the cool crystal clear waters of Loch Lomond followed by a big splash, and dove underneath, before rising to the surface once more.

She let herself float, and looked at the blue sky and its white clouds. She felt relaxed and contented, no worries crossing her mind, especially painful thoughts about Tom.

She swam back and forth, near the mid part of the lake and back to the dock. When she finally grew tired of swimming, she swam back to the dock and picked up her things, before heading back to her lodge.

Upon reaching her front door, she quickly entered the room and clicked the lock closed. Proceeding to take off her wet swimwear, she stopped and when she turned around, she found an unexpected face inside her room.

“Don’t stop now... I was enjoying it...”Tom said playfully, and this made Vivienne’s brows furrow. How dare he show up here, when he was the cause of all this trouble.

“What are you doing here Tom? how the hell did you get in here?! This is a private lodge!” she demanded an answer.

“I wanted to see you and talk to you...” was his reply.

“Couldn’t this wait until I reach London?!”

“No...”

With a sigh of resignation, Vivienne opens the door, prompting him to get out. “Would you please leave my room, and wait for me in the living room? I need to bathe and change clothes!”

“Go ahead... it’s not as if I haven’t seen the rest of you...” was his cool reply.

Now Vivienne was fuming mad, how dare he turn up here, after everything he had done to her. She rubbed her forehead in frustration. “I can’t do this right now... I don’t want to listen or fight with you. I’m on this vacation to unwind, and you’re ruining it!” she sighed and looked back up at him. “You should go, I still love you Tom, but everything is different now. So... just leave.”

“You’re right,” he slowly sauntered towards her direction. “Everything is different now, but you still love me...” his mouth curved into a grin.

He leaned down and softly kissed her on the lips, whilst his hand cupped her face. 

She shivered at his touch that wracked her body. She used to love the feeling that he gave her. However, things are different now. Despite that, she had never been good at turning down seduction from him, and now that he has approached her again, all of her desire for him felt like it was about to explode any moment now. 

His kisses were intoxicating, and she was awash with the drunken feeling. He stopped kissing her and grabbed her hand, pulling her back into her bedroom. 

She tried to protest once more, jerking her body out of his grip. But her words got caught in her throat, as he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall.

His hands slid up her waist to have a feel of her bare skin. She gasped into his mouth, every nerve responding to him. She hadn’t been touch for months now, but it wasn’t just that. 

“T-Tom...” she breathed against his lips.

“Tell me to stop, and I will, but you want this. I want this.”

“I...” she didn’t have the words to respond. She didn’t know what she wanted. Everything was so confusing. She still loves him and wants him, but she felt so conflicted. 

“I’ve thought about doing this for weeks...” he kissed her neck and squeezed her arse. “I missed how you tasted, how your skin felt against mine, how it would feel like to have you again,”

His lips engulfed her lower lip and sucked on it. The sensation was too much for her as she closed her eyes and let into her emotions. Vivienne groaned slightly as she opened her mouth to give him better access. Intensifying the searing kiss. 

She could feel a groan of approval from Tom, knowing that he too had missed her taste just as much as she had missed his. His hand reaches from her knee, giving it a prod, and lifted it, pushing her up against the wall.

When Tom finally broke the kiss and pulled back, he found himself breathing heavily. Vivienne watched as his chest rose and fall, as her own breath came in pants. Her lips felt tender and swollen, in the best possible way. 

“Tom...” she whispered, her body still held against the wall by him. He trailed one long finger across her lips, and it felt so good to her. 

She chided herself for being so weak, as her heart was dangerously close to betraying her again. Her head was screaming warning signals that were going unnoticed.

 Her swimwear quickly came undone, as Tom pulls the strap down, and cupped her soft warm breast in his large hands. Rough hands pulled the rest of her swimwear down, as she wriggled out of it. 

He pauses for a while and unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off.  She looks at him admiringly before he took hold of the of her head, and pulled her to meet his mouth, for a long, slow kiss. 

Tom carried Vivienne to the inviting bed, their eyes locked in a battle of desire and uncertainty. Vivienne's heart raced, torn between the hurt of the past and the lingering yearning. Tom's gentle touch sent shivers down her spine, heightening her senses.

In the dimly lit room, Tom laid Vivienne down, their connection palpable. The air was filled with a mix of their shared history and the intoxicating scent of desire. Vivienne's emotions swirled within her as Tom's hands explored her body with tender urgency.

Their bodies entwined, passion igniting. Vivienne grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between surrendering to pleasure and guarding her wounded heart. The soft brush of Tom's lips against her neck elicited a sigh of longing and apprehension. Their movements synchronized, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure, as they became lost in a whirlwind of sensations.

"I love you, Vivienne," he whispered with every deep thrust, igniting a fire within her. She yearned to reciprocate, but her voice eluded her. Tom's ardor left her body wrecked, clinging to him as he ravished her. They moved together, their bodies sliding and entangling, strands of wet hair sticking to their flushed faces. Amidst this whirlwind of desire, she lost herself, unsure if the moisture on their skin was his sweat, hers, or a sensuous fusion of their shared fantasies. The room resonated only with the rhythmic collision of their bodies. She tightened her legs around his back, urging him deeper, while his primal grunts reverberated through the air. Just as he teetered on the edge of losing control, he descended to her neck, suckling her sensitive flesh, sending intoxicating shivers down her spine.

That final act unleashed a torrent within Vivienne, propelling her over the precipice of pleasure. Ecstasy coursed through her body, her eyes rolling back, back arching, and her inner walls clenching around his slick shaft, drenched in their combined essence. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, obliterating her sense of time and self, immersing her in euphoric oblivion. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was, who lay atop her. Then, she felt him quiver, succumbing to his own release, his cry of pleasure mingling with her name. Oh, Tom, she whispered within her mind as he spilled his essence deep inside her, thrusting fervently until his body finally stilled, collapsing onto hers in a beautiful mess of passion.

They remained entwined, his face buried in her fragrant tresses, their bodies fused together. Vivienne listened as their breaths gradually steadied, matching the rhythm of their hearts. She planted tender kisses along the contours of his face, his gaze locking with her own, their eyes an interplay of stormy gray meeting azure.

"I love you too, Tom," she murmured, her voice a caress as she admired the strands of her hair cascading over his handsome countenance. He leaned in, meeting her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The fervor of their earlier passion had dissipated, replaced by a gentler intimacy. Their lips trembled against each other, conveying a myriad of unspoken emotions. Tom rose, extending a helping hand to Vivienne. Her weakened state rendered her unable to walk, but he effortlessly lifted her, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to the sanctuary of her bathroom. With each step, desire and regret entwined within her, weaving a tapestry of longing and consequence, underscoring the weight of her decision to succumb to his seductive allure once more.

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As the early evening cast its gentle glow upon the room, Vivienne stirred from her slumber. The memories of their passionate encounter in the bathroom and their subsequent lovemaking in the bed lingered, veiled in the intimacy of tangled sheets. Sitting up, she surveyed Tom's handsome face, framed by tousled hair, and his lean, muscular form, the sheets loosely draped around his waist. He slumbered peacefully, unaware of the conflicted emotions coursing through her.

Now fully awake, Vivienne placed her palm against her temple, a wave of regret washing over her. She acknowledged her own vulnerability, chastising herself for succumbing to his seductive allure once again. With a sigh heavy with resignation, she resolved to gather her thoughts and swiftly proceeded to the bathroom, tidying up her disheveled appearance and dressing herself.

As Vivienne moved about the room, combing her hair and delicately spraying perfume, she sensed Tom's gaze upon her. Turning her head, she caught him propping himself up on an elbow, watching her with a familiar appreciation. In that moment, she could feel the weight of their shared history and the magnetic pull between them. His disheveled dark blonde hair and sleepy yet alluring face stirred a longing within her, but she quickly averted her gaze, determined not to succumb to his irresistible allure once more.

With each passing glance, Vivienne felt a mix of conflicting emotions, an internal battle between desire and self-preservation. Though Tom's presence still held a captivating charm, she steeled herself against his seductive aura, knowing the risks that lay in giving in to their shared passion once again.

As Tom got out of bed, Vivienne was taken aback by his nakedness, causing a brief moment of surprise to course through her. He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek, a tender gesture that stirred conflicting emotions inside her. With a warm smile, he assured her that he would quickly retrieve his clothes from his room and join her shortly for dinner.

Vivienne observed as Tom gracefully moved around the room, picking up his discarded clothes from the floor. Her gaze fixated on his strong physique, the play of muscles beneath his skin, and the air of confidence he exuded. A part of her yearned to pull him back into their shared desires, but she resisted the temptation, reminding herself of the complexities that lay beneath their passionate encounters.

Determined in her resolve, Vivienne composed herself, patiently waiting for Tom's return. She took a moment to calm her racing heart and gather her thoughts, preparing for the evening ahead. While she couldn't deny the magnetic pull of his presence, she promised herself to proceed with caution, fully aware of the delicate balance between attraction and self-preservation they had come to know too well.

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As they settled down at the table, Tom's gaze swept over Vivienne, a renewed sense of appreciation evident in his eyes. She appeared effortlessly elegant in her simple attire, a loose-fitting turtle neck concealing the love marks he had left on her skin, causing a mischievous smirk to play upon his lips. To him, she radiated beauty in her understated fashion.

Throughout the meal, Tom showered Vivienne with affection, his actions and words expressing a deep connection between them. They shared laughter, exchanged stolen glances, and the atmosphere brimmed with the promise of more intimate moments to come. Vivienne couldn't help but be captivated by Tom's attentiveness, cherishing the warmth he emanated.

As the evening neared its end, they retreated to their respective rooms, a mix of excitement and nervousness enveloping Vivienne. She knew that future encounters awaited them, keeping the flame of passion alive. The allure of their shared desires lingered, hinting at the continuation of their intimate journey.

However, despite their intimate encounter earlier, Vivienne found her determination renewed. She resolved not to succumb to Tom's charms so easily again, even though she had been enticed by the intimacy they had rekindled. She knew she had to distance herself from him, to put their passionate encounter behind her.

The following morning, as the sun streamed through the window, a knock on Vivienne's door startled her. Tom's voice called out, inviting her for breakfast. But Vivienne, resolute in her decision, remained silent. Confused by her lack of response, Tom ventured to the lodge's office, hoping to find answers.

To his surprise, the receptionist informed him that Vivienne had checked out half an hour earlier and had left for the airport. As Tom absorbed this unexpected turn of events, the receptionist handed him a letter. It was a message penned by Vivienne, outlining her reasons for leaving and bidding him farewell.

Dear Tom,

I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly, but I couldn't ignore the disturbance it caused to the peace I had finally found within myself. The love I still hold for you lingers, but I've become cautious of the recurring cycle we seem to find ourselves in. Your sudden return and plea for reconciliation have shattered the tranquility I fought hard to achieve during our time apart.

I must prioritize the serenity I have discovered within my own soul. Trust, which has been strained between us, needs time and genuine change to be rebuilt. I cannot risk losing the progress I've made by diving back into the same patterns that led to our previous struggles.

Please understand that this decision isn't a rejection of our love, but rather a necessary step to protect my newfound inner peace. I will reach out to you when I'm ready to address our unresolved matters. Until then, let's take this time apart to reflect and grow as individuals.

Sincerely, 

Vivienne

Tom stood frozen in the doorway, holding the letter tightly in his shaking hand. He felt utterly helpless, as if all his power had been stripped away. The woman he loved, Vivienne, had vanished, and it pained him deeply. The trust they once shared had shattered, and he couldn't bear the thought of her running away, no longer believing in him.

His heart ached with a profound hurt. How could she leave him like this? In the past, whenever they had a fight, Vivienne always came back to him easily, as if their love could fix everything. But this time, it was different. Her sudden departure revealed the doubts and fragility of their relationship.

The pain of her absence pierced his soul. It reminded him of the consequences of his actions and the damage they had caused. He realized that his past behavior had eroded the trust they had built, leaving Vivienne with no choice but to escape.

Tom's mind raced with confusion and remorse. He longed for her presence, her comforting touch, and the sound of her laughter. Her absence left a gaping hole that seemed impossible to fill, and he regretted the choices that had led them to this painful separation.

In that moment, Tom made a solemn promise to himself. He would confront his flaws and strive to earn back Vivienne's trust. The reality of her departure hit him hard, compelling him to face the depth of his love for her. He understood that their journey was far from over, and he was willing to fight for their connection.

With a determined look in his eyes, Tom took a deep breath, clutching the letter close to his chest. He knew he had to find a way to bridge the gap between them, to show Vivienne that he could change and grow for their love.

Stepping out into the world, his face etched with uncertainty and anguish, Tom embarked on a journey back to London. It was a mission fueled by a deep desire to find Vivienne, to make things right and rebuild the love they had lost.

His determination grew stronger with each passing moment. He yearned to find Vivienne, to look into her eyes and convey the depth of his remorse. He wanted to make amends, to show her that he was capable of change and growth. Love had a way of testing their resilience, but he was ready to face the challenges head-on.

In the depths of his heart, Tom held onto the flickering hope that they could find their way back to each other. He was ready to face the challenges, to learn from his mistakes, and to fight for the love that had once defined their existence. A/N:  I wanted to take a moment to address the ending of the story and shed some light on the choices I made. I understand that some of you may be wondering why I wrote it in the way it unfolded. Oh! it was a struggle re-writing the ending several times, but allow me to provide some insights coming to this decision.

Throughout the narrative, I wanted to depict Tom's journey of self-discovery and growth. In Chapter 1, we are introduced to a flawed character, someone who exhibits traits of being a jerk. By presenting his transformation and the challenges he faces, I aimed to show that personal growth is possible even for those who have made mistakes.

Moreover, I deliberately chose not to portray an easy reconciliation between Tom and Vivienne. It is all too common in stories for characters to easily fall back into toxic relationships, particularly after moments of intimacy. I wanted to challenge this narrative and emphasize the importance of trust, self-reflection, and personal growth before attempting to rebuild a relationship.

It is crucial to address the complexities of relationships and the need for healthy boundaries. Rushing back into a relationship without addressing the underlying issues can perpetuate a cycle of toxicity. I hope this story serves as a reminder to readers that genuine change requires introspection and effort from all parties involved.

Thank you for joining me on this journey, and I appreciate your support and understanding. OH! Don’t worry there’s a short sequel (just in a different title, of course...)  Best Regards, MSILWRITES.

EDIT: If you want to read the previous chapters here they are” ONE - Social Media Stalker TWO - Dark Eyes

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Dependence (19/19)

Trigger Warning: angst, drugs, death, suicide, withdrawal, homophobia

Summary: there were many charms in life. However, Tom Hiddleston, having tried the most forbidden ones, could no longer imagine his life without them. The rest for him was nonsense, not worth his attention. After all, in order to survive, he needs to find a dose, thanks to which he feels better, not paying attention to the other rabble that reigns around. He doesn't care about his mother, who brings men into the house; he doesn't care about his sisters, whom he envies; he doesn't care about the whole world. But soon his search for a new dose will turn into a search for a girl who has won a victory over his drug-addicted mind, absorbing him completely and occupying all his thoughts.

And he won't stop until he gets what he wants.

Chapter nineteen: eclipse

The morning was disgusting, unless you compare it with the evening.

Fucking cops! and what should he do now because of them? The thought of lying for three more days in this abandoned building, given only to God, did not favor Thomas at all, moreover, he felt disgust for it. Is he homeless or something? A homeless man, carrying all the money only for dope? Why did those damn cops have to ruin everything that day?

He was just returning home after an unsuccessful meeting with Mark — if it can be called a meeting, of course, and not just staying on the spot in order to wait for his best friend, — he was returning and hoping that his savior could help him. That she would do him a favor and comfort him once again, help and warm him up; like that time when he was hungry, scared and didn't know where to go. She will not be able to heal the wound, but she will calm down mentally, calm the raging soul, tell her in her wonderful voice that everything will be fine soon and he will recover.

However, his fantasies were not destined to come true — he stumbled upon police officers and cars. Scared. Scared like a fucking coward — and blamed himself for it — and ran away. Into abandoned building. No one will touch him there. No one would even think to look, even if Thomas knew: they had come for him, or rather, for Hayden, for his savior. They didn't need him, just as another item in the report, which they would put in the back drawer. And who is he? a simple drug addict, not worth a single word from his beloved savior.

Not even words. Sigh.

Her boyfriend, most likely, was now rejoicing at her rescue, kissing her on the lips, hugging and whispering all sorts of tenderness. He didn't go to work, stayed at home with her and bequeathed the report to other cops — Thomas knows how modern politics works with kidnappings: they will be happy to find a victim, but what about the kidnapper if, by punching through the database, he is recognized as some dashing actor without outstanding abilities, besides a drug addict? Nobody cares about him, but there are still two cars hanging around the house.

Why would they, what should they do? In this district... the law enforcement system has not been working normally in this district for thirty years, so why would it make money now? Men have been sitting in the police station since, probably, the beginning of the reign of Elizabeth II and doing nothing. They just drink coffee and dismiss any cases — have you been robbed? find. Raped? it's her own fault. Selling drugs to kids? not their problem, let the security of the school decide.

What were they paid for there? A good question, clearly for sitting out your pants.

Damn...

Thomas is lying on a small sofa, barely able to fit thanks to his height, which is why he has to hang his legs. It freezes — the body is pierced with needles, the hair is pulled out from the top of the head alternately, and boiling water is poured on the chest. It was as if a huge truck had driven through it, crushed it into parts, and the brigade rolled it into the asphalt, where cars began to pass. And he would feel everything, die of exhaustion. Water... The head is splitting, rattling, a second — and it will break into small pieces, which then collect and collect. Want to scream, want to scream, want to yell, want to climb the wall, want to break everything here! Break it, fuck! peel off the skin from the face and ...

Thomas was in pain.

From the pain in arm.

From the pain in the head.

From pain in all the body.

The pain was oppressive, burning, unbearable. He felt it everywhere, it has been absorbed into his veins since the first injection, since the time when he got hooked again, since the time when he quit theater and high art. Nausea was rising in my throat, everything was swimming before my eyes — there was no old broken in front of the sofa, there were no doors, carpet, walls, this basement. Wanted to puke.

And Thomas vomited.

All the beer that he drank this morning, all those chips that he ate just to avoid feeling pain in his arm, ended up on the floor. The T-shirt is wet. Fucking drool. Thomas howled, clutching his face with his left hand, pulling his eyelids, and clinging to the safety rail with his right. Fingernails cling to the upholstery — at least not to the wallpaper — and he is not afraid to tear it. His wet and sweaty body twisted and twisted, as if he was a circus performer and showing a performance. The voice in head kept humming something. Just a perfect day...

The bones were breaking, the sharp ends were digging into the eyes that he wanted to burn out. Couldn't blink, they stayed dry. The organs clenched into a ball, and the violently pounding heart burst out.

It's late, Thomas is sure, but he doesn't think about it. He's thinking about Mark, who's supposed to get him a fix, he's thinking about those cops, that damn about hayden's boyfriend! which probably took his dose from him! Fucking faggot fucking asshole fuck him in the pussy! Fucking shit cop fucking took his dose.

He took her to the police station.

They always do.

In consciousness — where is he? is he dreaming? is he still alive? or died? — he imagines his sweet savior. Lord hug him please please please help him! He needs you so much dear Hayden please! Help! Don't be like them like Mark like Mickey like Jim like his mother be better he beg you! And it seems to him that she touches him — it seems that she runs her hand through his curly greasy hair, smooths it and inhales the smell. He hasn't washed them for a long time, but she doesn't care. It seems that she is quietly muttering something about love, saying:

"That guy from the police is worthless, I understand, you're beautiful, you're better,” and he believes her at that moment. His savior can't lie! Otherwise, who is she in this case? She's not a liar! a small child wakes up in the creation, and Thomas, trembling, through tears and rage, pain, smiles at her, his savior, sitting in front of him, in front of this sofa, on his knees. She's beautiful, she saves him. It's not a dream, no, it's real!

He's sure.

Thomas is absolutely sure,

she's real.

it can't be slllllllleeeeeeeeeppppppppppp?

No, she's right in front of him.

his llve.

his

all his

FUCK. SHIT. FUCKIN

BITCH.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

Lips are bleeding. Language too. It seems he accidentally bit it, but it doesn't bother. Want to tear up. He doesn't vomited. Nothing. Absolutely. Silence. Emptiness. There's not even a fucking clock tick. Completely. Strange. Excitingly. Shit.

Where the fuck is Mark? Shouldn't he have been here just a few minutes ago? What time is it? He doesn't know. Should not. There is no clock. The phone, too. He's at zero. Thomas, too. WHERE THE FUCK IS MARK.

FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK

Closing his eyes tightly, Tom immediately opens them and squeezes his shoulders even harder. Fucking withdrawal, fuck her. There has never been such a thing. Never. Even when Leo starred in this damn sand, he wasn't so bad, and he admired him once. Even when AC/DC released a new album in February, he was not SO happy. Fucking hand.

Die.

He wants to die. That would be easy, wouldn't it? By definition, he could quite easily do this, anyone has the right to commit suicide, but does it matter? No one will find him here, and he will lie here, like those old men from Mickey's stories, alone, being a decomposing corpse. He's not in any danger, he'll just leave. Tormented. Maybe jump off the roof?

This is an option. it's high up here. He's in the basement, but he can go up. Haven't been there for a long time. Can smoke, why not? Cigarettes are always there, but they don't help. That time there was wine and codeine, wine and valium. Wine and valium, it's so cute. It sounds good, there's something in it. Thomas turns over on his other side as the pain eases. Is he asleep? Alive? Dead? Why is he breathing? Why is it moving? Why is he humming Lou Reed songs in his head again?

How to assemble a TV? And how much will the new phone cost? — it must be very expensive, who can afford new ones now, why have cigarettes become more expensive? The new phones have very strange advantages that seem to Thomas extremely wonderfully naive: large screens, just like a tablet, a computer! Like in Mr. Finnegan's class! Then it was the nineties, but one of the parents wanted to buy computers. How much nudity there was!

She seems naked to him.

Thomas holds out his hand to her.

Beautiful.

She's with him, not with that damn cop, but with him, sitting next to him and muttering something, staring with huge eyes, peering into his face. Only the hair for some reason is not red, they are some kind... white, did she get an electric shock? He smiles at her eagerly, but hardly sees her. And the voice is so strange, not soothing, on the contrary, more gentle and with masculine notes. His rescuer tugs on his shoulder, trying to shake him up.

”Tom, Tom, look at me, I'm here, please, Tom," is that her? It's her... yes, it's her, how wonderful, beautiful his savior is. FUCK! He cries out when the wound pierces the whole body with pain."Tom!" the voice shouts, and Thomas tries to blink. "Tom, I brought a dose! It's me! I am! Mark! Tom, look at me!" and it's true: Mark is sitting right in front of him, on his knees, holding onto the side of the sofa, looking at his friend with a certain detachment and concern. What the fuck is he doing so late? Tom jerks forward maliciously, forcing the man to move away a little. He sits down on a small table, pushing the bottles away and stepping over the vomit.

"Give. Me. Dose." Tom barely utters, holding on to Mark's leg, and he just brings his eyebrows together tightly pursing his lips. But he doesn't take his hands away.

"Tom, you know...”

"GIVE ME A DAMN DOSE!” Unable to stand it, Thomas shouts, taking an upright position and grabbing his friend's shoulders even harder, pulling him to himself until he suddenly gasps in pain. Fuck! The hand! The wound grew and grew, there was no end to it; the point in the middle of the resembled not a tightened skin, only a dark purple color.

"My God..." Mark mutters softly, peering into his friend's wound, averting his confused gaze. He pauses for a second. "Listen, Tom, you can stay with me for now, I," however, seeing the menacing eyes of the man, only in a hurry takes out a small bag from his jacket pocket, but not with powder, but with pills — there are only a couple of them there.

"With you? With your Sarah? Offer me another needle, nerd,” Thomas quickly twitches, snatching the bag out of his hands, and immediately swallows the pill. The rest is for later.

Cristyl...

It's divine.

JESUS FUCK

HOW FUCKING AWESOME IS THAT...

His body gets rid of everything, and his breathing slows down a little. He looks at Mark again, only this time a little bleary-eyed. Meth worked somewhat differently, he continued, unlike heroin, to be aware of what was happening, albeit with several slowdowns. Nothing. It will pass. A couple of minutes to enjoy and everything will be fucked up.

“Listen, I really can, it's not difficult for me, Sarah won't bother, she's almost...”

"Mark, fuck, when are you going to stop saying that?" Tom does not hold back, speaking in a slightly detached and indifferent tone. He doesn't care about Mark's feelings right now — if there are any — he says whatever he thinks. Everything that's been on his mind for the last few years. About all his queer ways, about this voice, about this fucking whore Sarah, about this strange tattoo. "You can be fucking quiet for a couple of minutes. At least for a couple of minuts stop saying all your "oh, sorry, «listen» in that faggot tone. Fuck it Mark, what the hell...”

"Ae loe you.”

And these words definitely hit Thomas worse than the cops near the house — it should be remembered that he is high, and he does not control his actions. Tom looked at him in confusion and a certain disgust... It was a fucking shame to call him even a friend now! What a fucking friend he is, just a homo! No, there was no confusion, just disgust. Disgust and nothing else. Only hatred. He couldn't think rationally, meth overshadowed all thoughts, but he was sure of one thing — he hadn't liked faggots for a very long time.

"What the fuck? Mark what the fuck is...?” but Thomas does not have time to finish, as Mark approaches him in a second, pushing off from the table, and leans against his lips — gently and tremulously, clearly and softly—grabs his cheekbones, touching his hair with his fingers and seems to intend to prolong the kiss, but Tom only pushes him away. Fucking fucker, why the fuck did he get to him? He wasn't from... these. Hatred for Pinkman, rejection burns in his eyes; Thomas gets up, shrugging his shoulders and only walks away, annoyed by the lack of water nearby.

He is disgusted by it.

Want to wash this dirty kiss off lips. A man's kiss. That's why he just moistens his lips with saliva.

Mark is silent and there is silence in the room, comparable to the silence in the library. Although even there it is more ringing than here. Thundering silence, deafening silence, unpleasant silence, acting on nerves. Tom doesn't like to be left alone with silence, it lets all his fears and complexes out. Silence is deafening, allows obsessive thoughts to envelop the head with doubts that multiply like bacteria.

Fucking.

He have to do something, bitch.

He is still motionless, so Tom makes the first movements — he bypasses his former best friend, avoiding him like a passerby, like a person infected with a virus, and heads to the exit, to the door, allowing the ashamed Mark to be alone with himself. After checking if the cigarettes are in place — and smiling, because they were in his pocket — Thomas goes towards the stairs, wants to climb to the roof. The air allows you to think, enjoy the sensations. In any case, it's a long walk for him, four minutes, after all, the last floor.

And why the fuck did he do that? Thomas, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, was confident in his best friend, never doubted him, but now he gets spit on a wound that has not healed yet. He feels his stomach begin to ache, rejoices when he reaches the eighth floor, which means that there is not much left. But Mark and his betrayal still do not leave thoughts.

He was his best friend! The person he understood best! Where did he get it from, why did he become like this? Thomas was irritated by any questions that appeared in his head and could not calm down. He was nervous, clutching a cigarette, showering ash, shaking it off on the cement, and wrapped himself in a warm jacket that did not save from the cold. His heart was pounding wildly, as if he was running away from an angry policeman as a child when he dared to steal cigarettes with Mark...

Even in the memories there was Mark, damn him. Has he always been like this? Did he always have these queer ways? Why did he keep talking to them at all if he knew that neither Mickey, Tom, nor Jim liked faggots, Mickey always threatened them, especially at school. Why did stay? It is unlikely that he loved him so much that he continued to suffer ridicule from friends for this.

Exhaling cigarette smoke with satisfaction, Thomas finds himself on the roof — and his eye rejoices at the views: abandoned, lost, such as are used to seeing this damn neighborhood... Just think, so many memories and everything can be drowned, made to disappear without a trace, just not to live them again, as if on rewind. He trusted him! Fucking trusted everything, even told about this little crush on the savior, Hayden! He constantly bought goods without buying in others, drank with him, shared, after all, one bed once!

And he repaid him with this...

Fucking fag.

There are no other words.

Getting closer to the edge of the roof, almost to the very edge, Tom again begins to feel an all-consuming pain in the area of the bend of his arm. Clenching his teeth, he looks down and smiles... I wonder what it's like to fall down, realizing: death is inevitable and your end is already near. He could have... Thomas steps on the edge, the ground is a little foggy before his eyes, but he remains the same unshakable, as if that kiss never happened.

Thanks to meth, always helps out.

Vision distorts the ground, distorts other houses with trees. He looks somewhere to the north: somewhere there, somewhere far away, in one of the hundreds of high-rise buildings lives his savior, his love. He's nobody without her, and she doesn't love him. It is simply impossible to love him. And was there any point..? For some reason, it is at this second that the end of the fall seems the most attractive, almost romantic, like in the movies!

He is again immersed in thoughts about the sweet savior, imagines her naked for the second time in a day, and throws a smoked cigarette far away, it's a pity, not a joint. He bites his lip, deviating when the body leans a little closer to the side and holding becomes borderline, unreal, obligated, difficult. Does it make sense to live? But he's used to it. No, there's no point. Wouldn't it be easier to solve everything in a quick way? — his head is bursting with various ideas, but he does not realize in time that he is stumbling. His eyes widen, the situation is out of control, no! when he feels the same pressure of air being nailed into his back. He swallows when the wound starts to itch.

Does it matter to him? He did nothing, accomplished nothing, just stupidly existed.

Thomas understands: he doesn't care.

He doesn't care about himself.

It doesn't hurt him.

He doesn't feel anything. And he won't feel it.

He closes his eyes, taking everything for granted.

People are stupid if they think that life belongs to them. However, you can add colors to it, breaking away from the criminal boredom reigning around. People should understand that they can make sense of their worthless life, but they will not be able to influence it in any way.

Thomas succumbs to the last thought that death is pleasant. It's fast, easy and you won't even have time to notice it. Thomas succumbs to the last thought that his sweet savior is now thinking about him, wants him imagines about him, misses him and she can't wait to see her beloved again. Hundreds of fleeting shots of their ordinary family life flash through my head. And Thomas smiles for the last time.

"Tom!" a voice shouts... It's Hayden! Yes, it's her! But he doesn't have time...

a second — and it touches the hardened earth.

He forgets himself.

And the world forgets him.

***

He was shouting.

Violently. Loudly. Tearing the ligaments. It was as if he was really trying to help somehow, but he didn't even have time to run - everything happened so fast, so fast, he didn't even have time to blink, he didn't even have time to catch his breath, as heart stopped again: Tom`s and him. He held his limp, rough, hardened, dead body in his hands, feverishly checked his pulse, examined his pupils, twitched at any croaking of a crow and extraneous shuffling, felt blood on his fingers. He couldn't... Nonono!

The voice in head continued to whisper obsessively about death, about a dead person.

Then Mark cried. Then he felt like a twenty — year-old again, experiencing the death of his closest friend — a dog. At that time, he cried for a long time, nonstop and could not accept it, rushed from side to side, he could not find a place. Tears flowed without stopping, he cried sobbing, deeply, absorbing all the pain of humanity and reproached himself for not having time to come up in time: he did not have time to leave the building, did not have time to think about it, did not have time to come to his senses.

He didn't want to believe in the death of a loved one, wanted to remain in the dark, find out about it a few months later, when everything settles down. Maybe if he had left, not confessed, but simply given the meth, then Tom would be alive now? Maybe... Maybe it wasn't worth it? Mark hated himself, he was shrouded in doubts, tormented from head to toe. He was dependent and weak, weak-willed and stupid.

Life has been a living hell, sad boredom and unbearable longing — and that's all since the police came to him. and that's all since the police put him in jail, and it's not that Mark didn't prepare for it, assumed, was afraid, but didn't stop selling. They paid a little, but where to go? had to do something risky. — although otherwise he imagined for himself a more harmonious and peaceful, calm type of life.

He was given three years. Three years of anguish and a fine that he will never be able to pay. And now how long has it been? four months since Tom's death, Mark counts down every day, counts the seconds, the dead body continues to slip in his thoughts, before his eyes, but only in fragments, vivid memories and colors. He does nothing, just exists like a limp body — only sometimes gets up for food, toilet and library, where he takes books.

It was night, and he was staring fixedly into the mirror, peering and feeling a fierce contempt for himself. It was unpleasant for him to look at himself, at the reflection, exactly copying him. The world wrapped around him with cold, anger and sadness. The eyes are red and start to water (boys don't cry! he says softly under his nose, wiping his snot). His jaw is trembling slightly, his hands are gripping the sink tightly.

He looks into the eyes of his reflection and feels sick. It is unpleasant for him, it is disgusting for him, it is disgusting for him, it is difficult for him. Loser. Not needed. Junkie. Unable to love. Fag. Moments of heated quarrels with father pop up in my head. His words and his contemptible look, deeply ingrained in the brain. His rough hands, his blows, his vices. The pain is reinforced by Tom's last words; the last before he died... And that kiss.

Mark wants to exhale with his free chest, to go back to his childhood, together with Tom, on those tram rails, in that room, on that bed and look at those wonderful thin lips, but he knows that the past will not return... He has nowhere to go, no one will accept him, no one will comfort him. He's alone. And always has been. It is difficult for Mark and he does not deny it: his parents have forgotten about him, because he has not appeared in the house for more than twenty years; he had no friends, and the little puppy Vinnie has long left him; a girlfriend but what kind of girlfriend? Sarah was never his girlfriend, he just helped her, sheltered her. And at the moment when she thought he wanted sex for cohabitation, Mark just shook his head. Other people consider him a miscarriage of society. So it has always been and so it will be. Not needed. Fuck.

His gaze is glassy. He recently got to shoot — after all, the job, although flawed, brought in twelve pounds, and was able to afford heroin that day — but calmness does not make itself felt. Mark wants to scream. Want to break the glass. Want to break it like chocolate in hands. Want to cut fingers and curse myself for being weak. Want to grab that knife again and slash myself with it, and then tell parents, they say, an accident. Friends won't even pay attention to it.

Mark doesn't blink. Hardly breathing, as if afraid to move. No one really knows what's going on with him. And unlikely to find out. They won't ask, they won't make sure that everything is fine with him. He's an empty place. And always will be. A simple guy whose feelings can be ignored, that's who he is; an ordinary dealer, of which there are millions all over the planet, just trying to survive.

Pinkman lowers his head down to the sink and washes himself with cold water, which pleasantly blows over his face so much that it becomes easier to think. He sniffs, sobbing naturally. The look becomes wild. He shouldn't do that. Should not. People shouldn't see his weaknesses. Mark remembers Tom, realizing that there is nothing he can do. He can't change anything. Can't do anything.

Mark thinks his life is meaningless without Tom, thinks it doesn't make sense. His — he wasn't his! — beloved had his own personal life. He regrets that he confessed his love to a man whom he considered his only lover for a long time. He regrets that he did not have time to come up in time and dissuade him from the idea of jumping.

Genuine tears begin to flow down cheeks, mixing with clear water. They are barely noticeable, but they do not bring pleasure either. Mark is lonely. His life is meaningless and full of empty promises. Sweaty hands with scratches and empty veins, no longer willing to take poison. However, the brain says the opposite. Heartbroken. Mark looks at the small knife clutched in his hands and carefully brings it to his neck.

Mark has no place in Thomas' life.

Mark has no place in life.

It seems to Mark that the blood will be perfectly combined with the white tile.

***

Blinding light made its way through the blinds, which did not help with the heat at all, because it was summer, mid-July and the lemon-yellow sun incessantly burned not only all the fields of England, but also the skin of all its inhabitants. There was no need for light in an office filled with bookcases, the rays of the sun did their job perfectly, allowing dust to be seen in the cologne-soaked and paper-scented air. Hayden was sitting across from the girl, muttering to herself and writing down some notes in a notebook.

However, the air conditioner, located somewhere in the corner of the office, allowed you to enjoy these minutes, fortunately there was no stuffiness.

She looked around in a new way, despite the fact that she had been coming here for several months, exactly five, or maybe all seven, since... her eyebrows frowned every time someone from her entourage recalled that incident, and her hands began to shake nonstop, as if she had passed the war and returned with an injury. Barely visible tears appeared in eyes, and his chest was filled with fear, his breath spiraled out of his chest. Hayden pursed her lips, waiting for the end of the session; for some reason, it is on this day that it is especially painful for her to talk about what happened, even with a personal psychologist — a pretty girl in her early thirties, who, when she laughed, had a sad sparkle in her gray — green eyes.

They had been practicing for several months and, according to Sarah — whom Hayden respectfully called Miss Miller — her patient was on the mend; the dose of pills she received was slowly decreasing and Cooper was beginning to feel like a full-fledged person, as if... it's as if this abduction never happened. It was as if she had spent those few days at her parents' house, being ill and unable to get out of bed. How lucky was to open the box with free hand that day ...

"I think it's time to finish, Hayden. Your time is coming to an end, I really hope ..." interrupting the girl's thoughts, which caused her to blink quickly, staring at the psychologist in confusion and puzzlement, Miss Miller touched folded hands, on which the sleeves of a loose shirt were stretched, and smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you, Miss Miller," the girl shook hands, standing up and nodding respectfully to the smiling psychologist. She straightened her jeans while a smile was reflected on her face, but a real mess was happening in her thoughts — shots of that time flashed, slipped and took root. She won't get rid of them, no matter how hard she tries. Therefore, once again grinning at Sarah's clever remark, Hayden hurried to the exit, where Theo was waiting for her, who had managed to re-read all the magazines on the glass tables over the past few months.

She looked at the guy tenderly when she carefully closed the door, and he didn't seem to notice it. Leaning her shoulder against the wall, Hayden watched him, realizing that she was sincerely grateful to him. She is grateful that he woke up in the middle of the night after her next nightmare, grateful that he calmed her after another breakdown and attempted overdose, grateful that in moments of despair he was with her and gently smoothed her hair.

Theo raised his head, exhaling a joyful event, and jumped up.

"I thought I couldn't wait for you, how long can I? Those minutes were long, but they didn't seem like an eternity. You know, I managed to reread the interviews of all these actors several times, they are so boring," the guy began to chatter nonstop, waving his hands and heading with the girl to the exit, but as if not noticing her. He smoothed his hair, ran his palm over Hayden's back and laughed heartily at jokes.

Maybe things will get better soon.

eh, here's the last chapter.

thank you to all those who have been with me all this time, thank you to those who have just come! i am very grateful to you for your support. i had difficult days, there was a lack of inspiration, but i still finished this work. i hope you genuinely liked it.

now i'm going to take a break for a couple of days and start writing requests for "obsession", so if you want to read something short, you can read this work, because i still accept requests. i hope you enjoyed reading the work, worried about the characters and felt. write what you think (and i'm going to cry because this job is over).

by the way, the style of this chapter is somewhat experimental and please write whether it turned out to describe the withdrawal.

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 1)

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ( Part 6 in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor being an absolute ass, Odin being a terrible father

A/N: I did some googling quickly for military terms and ranks (since I have no previous knowledge of them) as well as some basic information about the royal guards in England. I took some of what I found interesting and then made up most of the rest to fit what I needed for my story so there will be some similarities. Also... I haven't written anything in like a year (maybe longer) so be nice please 💚💚

You stand at constant attention in silence outside of Prince Loki's private office. You listen to the birds singing through the open window across the hall from where you are posted and wonder how long you could go without making a sound. You have been trained by the Royal Army for years to remain silent, vigilant, always listening and watching your surroundings for anything dangerous or out of the ordinary. You are always on guard, ready to protect Prince Loki should the need arise. Not that someone with his fighting skills or magic would need protection from a simple soldier like you. You were assigned this post purely because it was customary for each member of the royal family to have a sentry, whether they actually need one or not.

Your attention is drawn to the sound of footsteps approaching from your left. You are unable to determine how many people are coming but judging by their pace and heavy boots, they are most likely all soldiers. Commandant Thorn, the soldier in charge of your company, makes his way down the hall at a steady pace. He is followed by your captain, Captain Skye who is holding a leather bound book containing the names of all the sentries and their current posts. Trailing the two older men, are four low ranking soldiers you can't remember the names of.

The group of soldiers comes to a stop in front of you and your fellow guard and you both salute your commanding officers. "Lieutenant Y/L/N," Captain Skye says, opening his book for a moment. He closes it and looks up at you, "Prince Loki will of course be attending the Winter Solstice Ball. You will be required to escort him to the ballroom and remain on guard there until he dismisses you for the evening."

You nod in response, carefully hiding the heavy emotions you have surrounding the upcoming ball. The soldiers move on and you are left alone with the other guard again. She says nothing to you and even if you were allowed to speak, you know Sergeant Sands wouldn't talk to you. She is not your friend, none of the members of the Royal Guard are your friends. It wasn't always this way though, it is only since you were promoted to the rank of lieutenant that the guards you work with began to distance themselves from you.

You had been assigned to Prince Loki for three months when you were promoted from sergeant to lieutenant. Your fellow soldiers immediately assumed the young prince had a hand in it as he did little to hide how he favored you over the other guards who were previously assigned to him. The rumors about you spending the night in Loki's chamber instead of guarding it flowed through the palace soon after. You adamantly denied these rumors and any favoritism from the prince but it was a wasted effort. It also happened that the rumors were true to a point.

The door to Loki's office opens and you stand at attention as the court accountant exits, holding several rolls of paper and mumbling to himself. Sargeant Sands follows him without any orders needed, she is his sentry and will go where he goes. As she walks past by, she glances at you with what can only be described as a look of disgust. You look down at your boots, fully aware of what she is thinking.

You wait quietly for Loki to open the door again but you know him, he will want to read through all of his notes from today before he finalizes his meeting schedule for tomorrow. You have roughly half an hour until he will be done, half an hour to stand here and think about the dreaded Winter Solstice Ball.

Another half an hour later, as expected, Loki opens the door and walks out. Waving his hand towards the door, he uses his magic to seal the room. He smiles warmly at you and you smile back at him for the first time today. This was your favorite part, the part where the sun goes down and Loki frees you from your constant silence.

He touches your cheek softly and leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back but pull away quickly as you hear footsteps approaching. You step away from Loki and stand at attention as Prince Thor comes around a corner. You keep your eyes straight ahead but you can feel Loki stiffening next to you, he and his brother get along much better when they are at court than they do in private.

The brothers greet each other politely and you silently wish the older prince would simply continue on his way but it doesn't seem likely. Your attention shifts to the window across the hall from you again, you can just barely glimpse the sunset over the tall evergreen trees in the distance. You know Loki will tell you if he and Thor discuss anything interesting so there is no need for you to listen to their conversation. The two of them continue for several long minutes before you realize Thor has said something to you.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N?" Thor says and you shake your head as you shift your focus.

"I'm sorry your highness, I was unaware you were speaking to me," you apologize. He had never spoken to you before and you were unsure why he would start now. Loki folds his arms across his chest and you feel uneasy at how annoyed he seems.

Thor laughs which does nothing to make you feel better. "I was wondering what it was about you that made you my brother's favorite," he says. "You must truly be special, a sentry's post typically only lasts three months, perhaps six at the most. You have been with Loki for how long now?"

You think for a moment before replying. You had been assigned to Loki for only a month before he first spoke to you and you had quickly become close friends. Three months after becoming friends with the prince, you slowly became more until you were completely in love with him.

"Fourteen months," you answer him in as few words as possible.

Thor looks at his younger brother with a smirk, "Fourteen?" Loki remains silent and you can tell his older brother is not even close to letting you leave soon. He turns his attention to you again, "So is it true then?"

"Is what true your highness?" you ask quietly.

"That you follow my brother's orders when you are wearing your armor and when you are not?" he laughs and his sentry smiles then looks towards the ground. "I could use a sentry like that, I grow tired of being followed by these shadows."

Loki's fist clenches but he answers Thor calmly. "Maybe if you learned your sentries name and weren't so insufferable to be around, they would remain at your service for longer than a month at a time," Loki says. "And you are the last person I would expect to listen to palace rumors. According to the most recent ones I've heard, you've slept with nearly half of the kitchen staff this month alone."

Thor smiles, proud of himself. You and Loki realize the stories you had overheard were true, if not understated. He explains, "That is why I assume the rumors of you and your little pet are true as well."

You find yourself in that brief moment wishing Loki would confirm everyone's suspensions. Not necessarily that you were sleeping together, that you were in love and wanted to be together. You know wishing for this is as useful as wishing it would rain gold. Once again you remind yourself that this is the way it will always be, until he marries a woman of high status and you are forgotten.

Instead of responding, Loki turns from his brother and walks down the hall towards the stairwell that leads to the royal family's chambers. You follow him silently, staying a few steps behind as always.

"Come now brother, I was merely joking," Thor calls from behind you but neither of you stop walking.

The two of you continue on in silence until you reach the top of the stairs and Loki's pace slows so he is walking next to you. His hand finds yours, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. As soon as you feel his touch, you begin to relax.

"I'm sorry about my brother," he says quietly.

"His behavior isn't your fault," you reply. "And he is far from the first person to corner me about our relationship. I am used to denying the truth."

He stops, causing you to turn back towards him, your hand still holding his. He then takes a few small steps, closing the distance between you. Loki touches your cheek gently with his other hand. "I'm sorry Y/N," he tells you again. "I wish we didn't have to hide but you know there are some rules even I cannot break so openly. Maybe I should have hid my favoritism towards you better but I couldn't bear to have you reassigned. You mean too much to me."

You smile, "So I am your favorite sentry?"

He lets out a laugh, "You are my favorite person in the nine realms." You giggle at his answer and his fingers trail down your cheek until his thumb gently runs across your lips. He leans down to kiss you but just as his lips touch yours, you feel your heart jumps in your chest.

You hear several sets of footsteps and separate yourself from Loki in an instant. He looks down the hall as his mother, two of her maids and one guard come into view. She smiles brightly at both of you as she comes closer and you bow to the queen in respect. You find it hard to miss the side eye from her sentry or the whispers shared between her maids. Loki gives his mother a hug and wishes her a goodnight. She tells him to have a goodnight as well and continues on her way.

You and Loki walk off in the opposite direction towards his chambers and once you are alone again, Loki moves to take your hand but you flinch away. He looks hurt by your momentary rejection but he doesn't say anything. He knows how nervous you are about being seen touching him or speaking to him. You round the next corner and are flooded with relief as Loki's door finally comes into view. You fight the urge to smile, holding onto your composure as you've been trained.

Loki opens the door and steps inside, you follow him as you always do and he closes the door. He flicks his wrists towards you without a word and the heavy armor you wear over your clothing instantly settles itself neatly into a large chest. You take a few deep breaths, feeling as if most of the weight you have been carrying leaves you, but not all.

"Thank you your highness," you say out of habit.

"Please, never call me that in here," he reminds you gently. "In here I'm not a prince, I'm just Loki." He walks towards you and you don't realize you are moving away from him until your back hits the door and his body comes flush to yours. One hand settles on your hip while his other hand lifts your chin, causing you to look up at him. He continues, "And you are not Lieutenant Y/L/N, you are Y/N. The woman I am so deeply in love with." He smiles and you can't help but smile back at his words. All your worries vanish the instant his lips meet yours.

You lay in Loki's arms watching the sunlight fill his room through the sheer curtains. You try to memorize the sound of his slow, steady breathing and the feel of his heart beat against your back as he holds you even in his sleep. You inhale deeply and focus on deciphering every herb and oil Loki uses to keep his hair soft. Closing your eyes, you use your senses to bring an image of Loki's face into your mind and try to hold it there.

"What are you thinking about my love?" he asks in a sleepy voice. You open your eyes and shift closer to him, pulling his arms tighter around your body. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asks, now much more awake.

You swallow hard, trying to find the words. You had been thinking about what you needed to do most of the night but now that it was time, you weren't sure you would be able to do it.

"I've told you, you can speak freely here," he says softly, urging you gently as always to speak your mind when you were with him. His fingers move slowly up and down your arm as he tries to comfort you without knowing what is causing your distress.

"I need to transfer to a new post," you tell him. You hear him inhale sharply as his fingers suddenly go still.

You stand outside Loki's office with Thor's new guard and two others in silence waiting for a very long meeting to conclude. You stifle a yawn and shift uncomfortably on your feet before regaining your composure. The tall guard standing across from you rolls his eyes while the woman next to him mumbles something that can only be about you.

It has been two days since you told Loki you wanted to transfer and you hadn't heard anything from your commanding officer. In the meantime, you decided to go back to sleeping in your assigned room at the soldiers quarters. You had forgotten how much you hated it there. The common areas are loud and there is little privacy, everyone is in everyone else's business. You barely leave your room, which is a surprise to no one. They wouldn't speak to you even if you did. You live in a world of utter silence surrounded by never ending noise.

You feel as if you are shattering from the inside out and you try to remind yourself that it needs to be this way. The two of you hid in his chambers as if it protected your relationship but it could never be real. How could it be when he could barely acknowledge your presence when in public. He is a prince and you are a soldier as were your parents, you were not high born. Loki is destined to marry the daughter of a council member and you will guard them and their children.

The door to Loki's office opens, you and the three guards stand at attention. Prince Thor walks out first, followed by two council members. They walk off in different directions, shadowed closely by their sentries but you remain, as always, at Loki's door.

You stare at the wall in front of you for what feels like eternity. Your mind wanders between your favorite memories from your brief time with Loki and the crushing weight of your current reality. You stand up straighter when you hear the door swing open and Loki steps out.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N," he says, "I need to speak with you."

You nod and follow him into his office, closing the door behind you. You stand motionless, taking in his office and how much it feels like him. The dark wood bookshelves crowded with leather bound books, the chair pulled close to the window so he can see the garden below when drinking his afternoon tea, the green and gold accents on various pieces of furniture.

You sigh to yourself as you follow him to his desk. He takes a seat and you stand across from him with your arms behind your back, waiting for him to speak first.

"Y/N," he says informally but you don't relax. "Your transfer to a new post was not approved."

"Can I ask why your highness?" you keep the formalities as you've been trained.

"The Winter Solstice Ball is in less then a week," he answers as if you could forget. "The Royal Guard seems to be too busy tightening security and preparing for everyone's arrival to complete your paper work at this time."

"Understood, your highness," you say. "I should return to my post." You turn to head back outside of his office.

"Wait," he calls and you freeze just before you reach the door. You hear him get up from his seat and walk around the desk. "Please stay, talk to me Y/N. I miss you so much it hurts."

"I can't," you say almost in a whisper

He touches your arm and you turn to face him, seeing the pain in his eyes. "I miss the way your laughter filled my chambers. I miss hearing you hum to yourself when you think I can't hear you. I miss the sound of your voice and how easy it is to talk to you," he says and you force down a smile and the urge to hold him tightly.

"I can't bear to be without you," he tells you and you want to tell him you can't be apart from him either but you remain silent for fear you'll lose your resolve completely. He strokes your cheek gently and you close your eyes as you lean into his touch. "I love you," he says.

"I love you too," you tell him, seeing a spark of hope light his eyes. You shake your head and take a step away from him, "But I can't do this. I'm sorry." Before he can say anything else you tell him, "It will only hurt more the longer we wait to end this."

"We don't have to end this, now or ever," he insists as he steps towards you. "I promise I will find a way for you to be mine, not just when we are hidden away, but always. You believe me, don't you?"

"I want to," you tell him truthfully. Loki had promised several times to find a way to marry you but you thought it was false hope. "But this isn't a fairytale my prince, we don't always get a happy ending."

You want to disappear into the marble floor, to be sucked into the wall behind you or simply vanish into thin air but you can't. Instead, you must stand perfectly still and silent as you watch the dancing and merriment around you. You momentarily wish you would go back to a time when you didn't feel an ache in your chest at the mere thought of another woman being in Prince Loki's arms. Shaking your head just slightly, you chase away the thought. As much as this hurts, you will always cherish the limited time you shared with him.

The music changes tempo as the first of seven courses comes to an end. Couples begin to take to the open floor in the center of the ballroom. Prince Thor and Prince Loki make their way to the group of single, eligible women awaiting them, each at a different pace. The older prince seems to now exactly which woman he would like to spend time with first. He offers his arm to her and declares her the most beautiful woman at the ball, causing her to blush and giggle. The younger prince takes his time walking to the crowd and simply takes the hand of the closest woman without so much as glancing at her. His lack of interest does little to dampen her excitement however.

The dozen or so women who were not chosen move away from the dance area and you have to hold back a groan as they gather directly in front of you to wait for a chance with one of the princes. You can't help but listen to them discuss which prince they think is better looking or who they would prefer picked them. The first song ends and the two princes each select another dance partner. Again, Prince Thor takes little time deciding who he wants while Prince Loki simply offers his hand to the first woman he sees. You can practically hear him sigh as she holds his arm and walks quickly to the dance floor.

As the second song begins, one of the women briefly looks at you over her shoulder before motioning towards you to her friends. Your ears go red with embarrassment as she tells them the rumors of your past relationship with Loki just loud enough that she knows you will hear. Of course she gets the ending wrong. She assumes, like everyone else, that the prince grew tired of you and banished you from his bed chambers. You had to admit, it seemed a far more likely story than the truth.

You shift your attention to the ceiling for a moment, hoping that counting the candles in the chandeliers will distract you from their stares and comments. You only count to twenty seven before the sound of a glass shattering draws your gaze back to the guests. A council member laughs loudly, clearly drunk already, as a servant cleans the wine glass from the dance floor.

Your eyes scan the room and easily find Loki at the center of the crowd, a third woman in his arms. Your drawn to his face, studying his features. He smiles at the woman as he twirls her and she giggles but she doesn't know him like you do. She doesn't know that's the smile he uses at court, not the smile he shows you. Showed you, you correct yourself. He glances away, not holding eye contact with her as they move effortlessly across the dance floor.

After the final course is served, the dance floor fills for the last time and you sigh with relief that the night is almost over. You shift on your feet, looking down for a moment when the chatter of the women in front of you begins again. Why must they stand here to wait, you think to yourself.

The princes once again make their way to their potential dance partners and Thor makes his pick quickly. Loki stands in front of the women for a moment and your eyes lock with his as he looks between them.

"Pardon me," he says politely to the crowd as he moves forward, slipping past the confused women. He makes his way towards you and your breath catches in your throat. He stands in front of you and holds out his hand. You look at him, stunned by his actions. He smiles when you don't move, "Will you dance with me, my love?" Still you remain silent, looking past Loki to see how much attention his actions have drawn. "Don't look at them," he says, touching your cheek softly as you look at him again.

You steady your nerves and place your hand in his. The moment his fingers close around yours, you are surrounded by a light cloud of green, shimmery smoke. When Loki's magic fades, you are wearing a flowing emerald green gown with golden trim, perfectly matching his dress uniform. Your hair has been restyled to hold a small gold tiara with short horns, mirroring the helmet he had worn during his entrance.

"Gods, you look gorgeous in my colors," he says with a wide smile, causing you to blush. "To be fair, you are always beautiful but now it is clear to everyone here that you are mine." You feel as if your heart might burst when he calls you his, he had said it before but only when you were hidden away.

Loki keeps his fingers interlaced with yours as he leads you to the dance floor, straight through the group of now very angry women. Some cross their arms, others give you dirty looks and several make rude comments as you pass. You pause before stepping onto the dance floor, the chatter and stares coming from the guests near you holding you back. He senses your hesitation and leans down to place a kiss gently on your cheek.

Your mind can barely begin to process what is happening as he takes you straight to the middle of the dance floor. He places one hand on your hip and you place your hand on his shoulder as you had done so many times over the last few months. You and Loki shared several secret dances in his chambers and his office, he found it difficult to listen to music sitting still.

He holds you close, his eyes never leaving yours while you dance between the other guests. You focus on how amazing it feels to be back in his arms, ignoring the strange looks and whispers that surround you. He twirls you gracefully and you spin back into him, giggling as you final feel at ease. As the song draws to a close, Loki spins you one final time. When he pulls you back to him, he leans down slightly and your lips meet his.

You smile up at him, hoping this isn't a dream when you see his mother approaching you. You take a step away from Loki but he keeps his hand on your waist, not letting you go too far. You bow to the queen and she says, "I think it is my turn to dance with my son."

You nod quickly in agreement and Loki let's go of you, his magic fading instantly as your armor reappears. You walk through the crowd with your head down and return to your post, once again wishing you were invisible. The women watch you, gossiping wildly as you pass again. You can only imagine what they are saying but they are not your biggest concern at the moment.

Anxiously, you watch Queen Frigga and her son move across the dance floor. You can't hear what they are saying of course, but you can tell by her expression that there will be consequences for his actions. As the song ends you see your captain approach you and your stomach drops. Loki will not be the only one to be punished for choosing you.

"The king had summoned you to the throne room," he says in a stern voice. You nod in acknowledgement and when you look back towards the dance floor, Loki and his mother are gone.

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[allthenobodyppl]

Title: Arousal Poisoning

Fandom: Loki TV Series

Rating: Explicit Smut

Relationship: Loki/Reader or Loki/Original Female Character

Other Characters: Mobius, B-15

This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius took Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet that had only one infrastructure – a prison that was supposed to house the galaxy’s most dangerous criminals. Every single criminal and prison guard had been executed and the prison ransacked. Mobius and Loki were supposed to investigate before the branched timeline collapsed, but a trap poisoned Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts…

Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex fanfic that can either be a self-insert, or an original female character, depending on your own interpretation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54362926

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 19

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: E Chapter warnings: Flashback- I'm still blueballing you on the smut, it's just getting worse this week. The flashback is sexy but hardly crossing to rated M AN: Special gift for a reader having a bad day- Bonus chapter. This will be the last of the bonus chapters though since running two series at the same time is a bit demanding (and a self made hell). We get to learn a bit about Sally's dad! Also, Mia's baking is wholly based on my attempt to make the same for my sister on a time crunch. My centers didn't set though! I love step dad Tom. Masterlist Kofi

~~~~~<3

Mia felt silly banishing Tom to bedtime duty as she quickly whipped egg yolks and sugar. She was rushing and knew that was a recipe for disaster but she didn’t want to give herself a second to chicken out. 

She hadn’t know what to expect having Tom back and so she hadn’t planned a fancy dinner or a night out. He was scheduled to be in late so it didn’t seem like it would have mattered anyway, she would have had to have been quick to get Sally back home and to sleep.

Tom showing up significantly earlier was a huge weight off her shoulders logistically. She wasn’t very good at being a wife yet, she didn’t even know how to be a girlfriend very well but she wanted to show him her gratitude.

Ray, Sally’s father, had been her last real relationship and the only things he cared about were booze, gambling or sex. If she wanted to thank him, it had to be with one of those three things if not all three.

Tom was like no man she had ever known though and she didn’t know how to show him her gratitude. The best she could come up with was to make the fanciest thing she could think of.

Would it stack up to the vase of flowers on the counter in front of her? She sure as hell hoped so. Doubt ate at her as she mixed the whipped sugar and egg yolks into the hot cream. 

This was a terrible idea. 

It was by far, the worst idea she had had since agreeing to stay married. 

She saw that body- there was no way in hell he ate things like this. He probably would rather a bowl of fruit or something. On the other hand, she had seen the foods he had ordered when they had gone out to eat. 

Again and again she went back and forth on the quality of the idea as Tom crossed the hall from the bathroom with Sally on his back. Giggles filled the apartment and god did it sound good. 

As Mia was filling the two small dishes with the mixture, Tom was leaning against the wall by Sally’s bedroom door. “Having fun?” Mia called to him. 

“Oddly enough, yes.” His chuckle made her smile. She couldn’t help it, it was just such a unique sound. 

~~~~~<3

Mia listened to Tom’s voice reading story after story while she willed the mixt o bake faster. She had managed to get the custards out of the oven before he had finished reading the tenth story. Maybe it was the twelfth?

Who knows anymore? That little girl had Tom wrapped around her finger. Hopefully it would last. This game they were playing, this gamble on forever with a stranger could have shattering results on that little girl. 

Fuck, they were being so selfish trying. 

Cooling the dishes was the most high stakes gambling she had done in at least a year. Okay, maybe staying married was up there too. If she cooled the water bath too quickly, they would shatter. But she needed them cooled to finish setting. 

She didn’t have an extra so she was fucked if one shattered. It felt like she had melted her fingertips off handling the little containers but she got them cooled. The centers had a little more jiggle that she would have liked but she could only hope they would finish setting in the freezer while they finished cooling. 

Mia plopped them in the freezer as Tom starting Fox in Socks. She would have to tell him to limit Sally’s stories eventually so that kid would get to sleep at a decent time but for now she couldn’t bring herself to. Sally hadn’t had a father figure in her life in years and she couldn’t stop her from indulging in it at the moment. 

Plus, she needed all the extra time she could to finish this stupid ass dessert.

~~~~~<3

Mia didn’t have many fancy kitchen trinkets or tools but the one thing she was rather proud of was her kitchen torch. It wasn’t the big fancy ones that burned propane like on the cooking shows but it was good enough. 

Mia toasted the spoonful of sugar she put on each custard as she listened to Tom say goodnight for the fourth time. Maybe it was the sixth time? 

He was so good with Sally. Someday, some woman was going to make him into a really good father. 

It occurred to her that she could be that woman. If things worked out between them during this year, she could be the woman that made him a father. In a way though, hadn’t she already made him a father over night? The thought was so shocking to her that she nearly burned her finger when she forgot to turn the custard. 

Finally, after over an hour bedtime routine that Mia would have accomplished in fifteen minutes, Tom closed Sally’s bedroom door behind him. 

“You escaped the clutches of the small child, congratulations!” Mia cheered.

“It was a long, well fought battle but with dedication, I did come out victorious.” Tom made his way toward her, “What are you making now?” 

“It’s nothing.” Mia said, setting the torch down and looking intently down at the quickly hardening sugar topped custard. “Is she asleep?”

“Out like a light. She’s a lovely little girl.” 

Mia laughed, “Give it a few weeks and you’ll probably be running for the hills.” 

Tom protested and Mia conceded that Sally was indeed a good kid. She was the kind of kid that made people think they could have kids as she sent him to go sit down anywhere but where she was working. 

While she watched melted sugar solidify, she also watched Tom as he lounged on the couch. His long legs stretched from one end to the other and he had a book in his hand. She couldn’t see what he was reading but she knew it was something she probably wouldn’t read. 

She could see the top of the book, his long feet poking over the arm of the couch and the top of his head and little else. It was a view she liked though she couldn’t explain why. He looked like he belonged there, lounging on the admittedly too small couch. 

She should have just sucked it up and got a better couch form somewhere that didn’t require her own assembly.

It was almost nine at night. This time a week ago she was just starting to get really drunk. Over the last two weeks, she had tried hard to remember what had happened but all she could come up with was the bar in the resort she worked out and sitting next to a handsome man who purchased her a drink. And then another. 

It seemed pretty safe to assume that man was Tom, though. It had been a wild two weeks. She had fought, argued, gave in and everything in between. This had been two weeks that had changed her life in so many ways already and it was thanks to that man reading on her couch (their couch) alone. 

Tapping a spoon against the disk of sugar atop the custards, she found them solid.  Crème brûlée was the only really impressive thing Mia thought she could make. It was also something she had an almost total ban on ordering at a restaurant on principle alone. It was offensively easy to make but disturbingly bad for you.

The ceramic ramekins clanked onto the small dining table. Mia stared down at them for a moment and gathered every ounce of courage she could. Tom had again and again shown a good faith effort to build a relationship with her and she had not made it easy.

This last week she had fought him on almost every effort than got upset when he got busy and distant. She needed to make an effort too. He deserved her making an effort. 

If she wanted this to have any chance of becoming something real, something more, then she needed to invest in it too. 

“Okay.” Mia took one last deep breath. “You can look.”

Tom sat up quickly, tossing the book he had been reading on the couch and swinging his legs to the ground. He was up and eagerly making his way to the table as if he had really just been itching for the word. 

“What have you been up to?” Tom was clearly excited. 

Mia picked up one of the ramekins and held it out to Tom. “Happy two week anniversary.” After a pause, she started to panic. “I don’t know if you like these. Or if you can eat them. Or, whatever. I don’t know. It’s fine if you don’t-”

“You made creme brûlée for us?” Tom was shocked. “Out of what?” 

“It’s not healthy, that’s all you need to know.” 

Tom laughed that laugh that was oh so unique to him. “But you just had the stuff to make creme brûlée? Just sitting around casually?” 

“Do you like-”

“Of course.” Tom took a seat at the table and tapped the spoon against the glass like disk of solid sugar. 

“I wasn’t sure if you could have something like that.” Stop talking. She hated how words left her mouth before she had a chance to stop them. Awkward word vomit fueled by every insecurity she had ever had. 

“What do you mean?” Tom cracked the sugar top with a solid whack of his spoon.

“I just-”

Tom scooped a spoonful of custard up, being sure to grab some of the shattered sugar before glancing up at her. He watched her intently as he ate the first bite. Vanilla exploded in his mouth, carried on a current of rich custard. Delicate sugar shards gave the custard texture and carried their own caramel taste along with a touch of bitterness.The center of the custard was just slightly warm still but mercifully, Mia saw that it was set.

“Something you watched or read got into your head. I can always eat dessert, even if I can’t. I would rather put in more work than not eat a sweet. And this is delicious darling. Happy two week anniversary.” 

~~~~~<3 ~~~~~<3

Tom flipped her so that she was on her back and he hovered above her. Gripping the fabric of the dress, he carelessly yanked at it as he stood up, pulling it harshly down her body. 

The dress caught on her hips though. Tom hadn’t ripped it far enough down for it to slip past her waist. Tom didn’t know if the dress was designed to go on from above or if the maze of fastenings simply extended far below where he had torn but he didn’t care. 

Leaning down, he placed soft kisses between her breasts and down her stomach as he grabbed fistfuls of the dress again. With a great effort, he ripped the dress further down. As soon as he had the slack to do so, he pulled the dress down her body and threw it on the ground behind him. 

Her panties were plain, simple and not what one would expect to find under a wedding dress. They hadn’t stopped long enough to worry about shopping for such things. 

Standing over her, he started to work his buttons free after yanking his tie down until it was hanging loose, nearly undone. She was sprawled out before him, naked breasts on full display for his hungry eyes. 

He enjoyed the view. There were little scars and marks on her body showing a life well lived. She had marks where her body and grown quickly at one point. Her belly curved and swelled ever so slightly, soft and inviting to the touch. 

Growing impatient, she leaned up and eagerly assisted with the buttons on his shirt. The way her breasts moved with her body was mesmerizing, distracting to him. His fingers yearned to touch them instead of the buttons of his shirt. He all but ripped the shirt off as soon as it was sagging around his body, eager to feel her flesh against his.

~~~~~~<3

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[lulubelle814]

Regards, Loki

Louisa has a hard time making ends meet until one night, her best friend convinces her to sign up on a sugar daddy website, but she only agrees to sign up for correspondence, not sex. Cora only made her promise to keep it up for a week, and she didn’t want to let her best friend down. Once the week was over, Louisa would delete her profile. It's just when she's going to delete her profile at the end of the week that she receives an interesting message.

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[emotionflowsworld]

New experiences? here we go..

On a Saturday afternoon, Tom and I found ourselves in front of a sex shop. I say “I think I am getting cold feet Tom” and look up at his tall frame. I had read stories and watched videos about the things I wanted to explore, but actually living them felt like a whole different thing.

He looks at me smiling,” I know love it is overwhelming and it’s okay you don’t want to buy anything but we can go look around to tame your curiosity a bit” I contemplate the offer and nod. He holds my hand and I move ahead with him behind me.  A woman around in her mid-40 smiles at us. I return the smile and start to look ahead. It had 2 floors. 1st floor for the stuff for women and 2nd for men. The women’s floor was divided into lingerie and toys. I move ahead feeling Tom behind me, he asked “what are you thinking y/n?” I went back to our conversation on Thursday. We were sitting on the couch eating pasta and I asked “Do you ever think about having some more toys for some extra stuff?” blushing and hiding my face while drinking honey lemon iced tea. His eyebrows shift up “I would love for you to be a little bit more specific.” I smile and say “I have had fantasies, with handcuffs, nipple clamps where you tie me up and use that stuff on me.” He puts both of bowls down and brings me into his lap, holds my waist and tightens his grip. He says “Bringing your fantasies to life is one of my greatest joys darling ” He kisses down my neck and continues, “ So when do we have to go shopping?” I fake frown “You look like someone who would have tried and tested all these fantasies.” He chuckles “You would be surprised to know how much I still yearn to learn new things about you everyday even if they are stuff like loving pizza and Friends(show).”

He wraps his hand around my waist and I start moving through the aisle of lingerie thinking ‘have enough of that’ and moving on to the aisle of vibrators ‘not what I am looking for’ and then comes the aisle for BDSM toys ‘let’s go’.

There were masks which seemed too fishy, then there were handcuffs, I smiled at him and started looking for something that I wanted. Metal cuffs, leather cuffs, soft cushion cuffs, going through them I picked one with the gold chain and showed it to him. He mouths “Perfect” I smile and take the metal ones, he chimes” those are great for role play too” I huff and say “exactly what I was thinking” he chuckles and takes them analyzing them around his wrist and then taking mine. He looks at me inquisitively and I say “Works” I move ahead and see paddles and floggers, my mind wanders. He says “Take your time love” then my eyes fall on the nipple clamps. There were ones with chain in the middle, ones that were just clips, pendants hanging the clips, ones that had ball gags attached to it. I go through the chains in the middle ones and then the clip ones. I see him concentrating on the clip nipple clamps with butterfly hanging on them.  I ask him “Do you like them?” he answers,” Just imagining you in them does things to me.” I took them and said “That is it, I want to try them as soon as possible.” He grins widely and we walk towards the cash counter.

The lady checks the two handcuffs and the nipple clamps out and says “hope you had a good visit and please do come again.” In a surprisingly calm tone

  We reach home and make dinner. After finishing it we were having dessert and talking about his appearance in the D23 expo. He says” it felt so good to be revive  that character  in front of those people, they seemed very excited.” I exclaim” Tom! Who fucking isn’t” He laughs and takes a bite from my chocolate ice cream. I widen my eyes and went” Oh you didn’t “he did it again and said “oh I think I did love.” Going for the next time and I take my hand behind and spill the remaining all over my night t-shirt. I groan and he laughs. I stand up to clean myself but he takes my hand and pulls me to straddle his lap, and starts licking my neck, I say “Haven’t you had enough” as it tickles where he licks. “I can never have enough of you” and removes my t-shirt completely leaving some ice cream spots above my breasts. He eyes them hungrily and starts licking them ferociously. I moan above him and feel myself get wetter. He picks me up and takes me to the bedroom and lies me down, he keeps going until not one drop of that ice cream is left, then he removes my shorts with my panties and comes near my ear an says” stay here for me, will you?” I nod and he smiles and goes away and brings back the bag of toys from earlier. I smile and he also brings his tie with him. My excitement is peaked. He comes over and kisses my cheek gently. He asks” can I blindfold you baby?” I say yes and lift up my head for him, he ties it and rests my head “is this okay?” I nod and he kisses down my torso and I squirm beneath him. He takes my wrists and ties them with the leather ones with gold chain. “Try them love, are they comfortable?” I do and say “yes Tom” “good girl” I grin widely and he chuckles as he lifts them up above my head and kisses down my neck,  licks my collarbone, he goes down and licks my right nipple and I hiss above him, he massages my left breast with his palm. And then licks my left nipple as he pinches my right. I rub my legs together as I feel all those sensations right in my pussy. He comes up “do you want to use the clamps today?” I nod enthusiastically and then I hear the rummaging through the bags and then he gently caresses his fingers on my nipples and licks them. He touches what I think is the butterfly on the nipple to make me familiar with it and then he opens the clip and shut the it around me. I sigh heavily “are you good love, should I keep going?” I smile and say yes almost out of breath. He repeats the same process with my other nipple and I feel myself getting very wet. I arch my lower back as the other clamp is around my nipple.

 I feel him kissing my shoulder and then my upper arm, my earlobe as he whispers” only if you could see yourself right now, you look divine.” I say “take a pic for me then.” He brings his phone and I feel the light of flash on my eyes. He comes back and kisses my lips gently at first and the getting rougher. He dips his hand between my legs and sigh around my lips “oh fuck, you are so, so wet.” I moan at his declaration and arch my back towards him a bit. He put a finger inside me and I moan loudly as I arch my back which leads to my clamped nipples to touch his chest and the pleasure increases to a whole new level. He fucks me with his fingers and every single stroke makes my nipples and my clit more excited and I mange to say” please fuck me Tom” without saying a word he angles my hips and thrusts inside my and fills me up to the hilt in one go. I grunt loudly as he kisses my neck a licks at that spot. He moves in and out of me slowly and after a few strokes he gently rubs his fingers around my nipples through the clamps as if admiring them. I moan as every single sensation there just brings me closer to the edge. I clench around him harder, “I am so close Tom” he moves his fingers and massages my mons and gently flicks my clit, which makes me jerk my hips harder towards him. He grunts above me as he fucks me harder circles around my clit faster and I moan loudly “Fuck yes, yes I am coming Tom.” I scream his name as he fucks me through it and kisses me roughly and keeps going until he goes extremely hard inside me and explodes, I kiss his neck as he bites my shoulder as his thrusts become slower.

We stay there for a minute and then he kisses on my cheek I say ”That was out of the world” he sighs and I feel his smile on my skin before he removes himself from me and takes off my blind fold, I say “Hi” he returns “Hi” and then I chuckle as he removes the handcuffs and slowly takes off the clamps and I sigh and hiss heavily, feeling sensitive and satisfied.

He brings towel and a glass of water, “Thank you I think I was going to pass out” he says” I am equally consumed love, but in the best way.” He lays on the bed sideways looking up at me and comes up to blow over my nipples, I suck in a large breath as it soothes me completely “you are making me crazy baby.” “Not even close to what you do to me” I keep my water aside and snuggle with him under the blankets as my sleep takes over.

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[darknight3904]

The Dress

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Asgard 1971 A.D. (Thor 26, Loki 26, Astri 24)  

   "I think she'll wear green, brother," Thor said 

   "Why does it matter what she wears?" Loki asked dismissively 

Thor smiled knowingly at his younger brother who was sipping at his wine pretending not to hide his face in his beverage. 

   "Oh, it does not. Not to me at least. The last time she wore green I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head." Thor teased

 

Thor's words continued to bounce around in Loki's head all day and into the night. He hadn't seen much of Astri today since she was sparring with Sif and then practicing some new magic technique with his mother. They hadn't had lessons together in years after she and Loki got in a fight which ended in Frigga's favorite vase breaking and Loki's ego feeling rather bruised when Astri refused to talk to him for a week. He hadn't meant to antagonize her but his jealousy got the better of him and after she had been able to successfully multiply herself faster than him he had let out a string of insults which ended after he brought up her mother and father. Astri had shot him across his mother's chambers so fast that he barely had time to blink. 

   "Say another word, Loki and I'll toss you from the balcony next." Astri's voice was dripping in malice as her hands were still glowing their soft blue hue her magic put out.

   "I'd like to see you try," Loki had quickly quipped back righting himself while Frigga demanded they cease their actions at once 

Astri's hands had glowed once more and this time he went to the other side of the room and into his mother's favorite vase, a gift from his father when they married. 

Loki tossed and turned now in his bed, wishing he had been at whatever lesson his mother had been teaching today. No, it wasn't because he wanted to be better at whatever was being taught. He liked seeing Astri's face light up whenever she got something right. He had seen it often when they were children when learning about the history of Asgard in their shared classes. 

A quiet knock sounded, interrupting his nightly brooding. Loki removed himself from the pile of blankets and pillows he slept with nightly and pulled the door open to reveal Astri and a tall stack of books. 

   "I missed seeing you today so I figured I'd come to you." She explained entering his room without even asking and tossing the books onto his already overflowing desk.

  "It's very late, Astri." Loki sighed trying to pretend that he was tired and not at all happy to see her. 

   "So? We used to sneak into Thor's room and then hang him from the ceiling by his toes around this time when we were younger." She pointed out before selecting a book and jumping onto his bed

   "Yes, we did. But..." Loki trailed off eyeing her legs that were exposed by her night dress moving up as she got comfortable among his many pillows

   "Why do you have so many pillows? It's kind of impractical." She said utterly missing his wandering eyes

Loki felt a lump rise in his throat as she tossed a pillow towards him to get his attention as if he wasn't always watching whenever she entered the room.

   "Are you gonna put on a shirt and come over here or keep standing there?" She asked

Right. Clothes. He fumbled for the shirt he had discarded on the floor before climbing into bed hours earlier. He tried to calm his nerves before sliding under the covers next to her. One of his many pillows was squished behind her acting as back support while she began to explain the plot of whatever book she had chosen for their evening. Loki watched as her long hair moved while she gestured to the hand-drawn pictures of a large mountain on the first page. Her hair had always been mesmerizing for him. Even as a child, he had been interested in it, pulling at it for fun and just to get her attention. The result had been Astri cutting her hair up so it was chin length so she could avoid Loki's mean hands. Now, it was long again, streaming over her shoulders and down past her chest. God don't look at her chest!

   "Are you even listening to me?" She asked suddenly, reaching out to flick his forehead.

   "Of course." He lied, moving her hand away from him.

   "Then what just happened in this book?" She asked

  

Loki smiled before gently taking the book from her hands and setting it aside.

   "Does it matter? Why don't you show me what my mother taught you today?" He asked, leaning towards her

  "Are you going to get angry if you can't do it yourself?" She asked

  "No, of course not. That time I wasn't angry at you...I was upset with myself." He admitted

  "I know..." She softly said reaching for his hand with her smaller ones

  "So what did you learn today?" He asked letting her play with his fingers

   "Well I didn't succeed but Frigga was trying to teach me how to take over others' bodies." She responded a little sadly

   "Ah, enchantment. I've read about it." He nodded

   "Can you do it?" She asked

    "No. Not yet." He said, "I've tried on Thor in the past."

Astri nodded and looked back down at his hand in hers.

   "What are you wearing at tomorrow's festival?" He asked suddenly

   "Wouldn't you like to know," Astri smirked

   "I would actually," Loki replied

    "Why? Scared we'll show up in  matching dresses?" She laughed

   "Perhaps." Loki softly said 

   "Guess you'll just have to wait and find out." Astri smiled 

Loki woke the next morning to a stiff left arm and a slightly sore neck. The cause of the issues? Astri had fallen asleep next to him last night. She had convinced him to read to her and then proceeded to fall asleep almost immediately despite insisting she was not tired. He tried to slowly move her head off his arm and to the pillow next to her but instead was met with an ugly groan as she awoke. 

   "What're you doing I thought it was your turn to read." She groggily said 

   "Yes, it was my turn but you fell asleep mere moments after I began." He said standing up from the bed

   "Impossible, I wasn't even tired." She yawned before glancing out the glass doors that led to the balcony, "Damn it." 

   "It's alright, no one's perfect." He assured, "Except perhaps me." 

A large pillow came flying in his general direction before smacking the wall to his right. 

   "Awful throw." Loki commended 

This time, another one came flying and it hit him in the stomach with a surprisingly strong force. 

   "I win." Astri declared before slumping back into the bed and pulling the covers around her. 

   "You can't go back to bed, Astri," Loki said 

   "Sure I can. Watch me." She responded, her voice muffled by the pillow under her 

   "Today marks the beginning of the festivities for the Winter Solstice." Loki reminded 

Another loud groan came from the cocoon of blankets that was his friend before she unceremoniously removed herself from the bed. 

   "I'll see you later I guess." She said walking towards the door "I hope your dress is as nice as mine." 

   "It'll be far better," Loki said seriously 

Astri just shook her head and laughed as Loki shut the door behind her. 

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   "It appears I was wrong, brother," Thor said amid sips of his drink 

Of course, he had been wrong, Thor was always wrong. Astri wasn't in green but rather a light blue and silver one, and somehow this one was even more breathtaking than her green one. Loki watched her greet Sif and the other noble women who stood around in small groups while they chattered about unknown topics. Loki felt his legs moving without even a thought towards her as they finally made eye contact. 

   "Loki, where is your matching dress?" Astri teased 

   "I must have left it behind in my room." He breathed "You look...good." Damn. Why did he stop at just good?

   "Thank you. Frigga has a good eye. Astri smiled 

Loki glanced around the room, searching for his mother. 

   "Looking for me?" Her voice suddenly said from behind him 

   "Mother." He greeted 

   "Astri, come we want to show you something." A noble lady had looped her arm with Astri's and pulled her away from Loki.

   "Do you like her dress? I helped pick it." Frigga smiled 

   "Of course I like it," Loki admitted 

   "Good. Then you should have no problem dancing with her." Frigga said before gently pushing her son towards where her ward had walked "Don't forget to complement her hair!"

Normally, the heat at festivals never affected Loki. But, as he approached Astri again he swore he felt himself break out in a sweat. The instruments of the entertainers his father had summoned to the palace seemed twenty times louder as he held his hand out to Astri. 

   "Lady Astri." He finally found his voice, " May I have the honor of a dance?" 

Thor's eyes scanned the room, he was looking for his brother who had left his side the moment their childhood friend had entered the room. What surprised him though was that Loki wasn't just speaking to Astri as he normally did but instead leading her to the dance floor among other couples. He couldn't help but smile as he watched his younger brother smoothly lead the clumsy Astri in a traditional dance they had learned when they were younger.

Astri felt as if a thousand eyes were on her as Loki led the dance. As they spun, she could see Frigga's smiling face among so many other noble Asgardians. 

   "You're rather stiff." Loki pointed out 

   "It feels like everyone is watching us." She said, her voice barely above a whisper 

   "That is because they are." Loki smiled down at her, "They're all watching you." 

Astri felt her face redden as Loki's drew closer to hers. She tried to focus on anything but his words and his bright blue eyes that stared into hers.

   "You know, I love the way you look in green." Loki said "But this..." 

She felt his hand gently squeeze at her waist. 

   "You're stunning in blue, Astri." 

Astri swore it was out of embarrassment that she hid her face in his shoulder while his frame lightly shook from laughter. When she unburied her face, he was still looking at her with that intense gaze of his. 

   "Don't let it go to your head." He joked 

Instead of quipping back she just nodded and pressed herself closer to him, wishing for the moment to never end. 

I drabbled in Loki's POV a little more for this part. Also, the Attack on Titan finale still has me on the floor. Like, I knew what would happen in the end but seeing it all animated in front of me is a whole different thing. I listened to Lover by Taylor Swift while writing the dancing scene so if you want to set the tone, there you go. Also, starting in the next chapter I will be beginning to follow the plot of the first Thor movie. This means that the plot will be more cohesive and that updates might take longer since I won't just be writing from my imagination but instead sticking to what the MCU says is canon. Hope you are enjoying the story so far! 

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Dependence (18/19)

Trigger Warning: smoking, angst, kidnapping, drugs, references to rape.

Summary: there were many charms in life. However, Tom Hiddleston, having tried the most forbidden ones, could no longer imagine his life without them. The rest for him was nonsense, not worth his attention. After all, in order to survive, he needs to find a dose, thanks to which he feels better, not paying attention to the other rabble that reigns around. He doesn't care about his mother, who brings men into the house; he doesn't care about his sisters, whom he envies; he doesn't care about the whole world. But soon his search for a new dose will turn into a search for a girl who has won a victory over his drug-addicted mind, absorbing him completely and occupying all his thoughts.

And he won't stop until he gets what he wants.

Сhapter eighteen: fear

She was disgusted. At the moment when Hayden woke up — and it was already evening, Tom, despite the speed, returned late, — her abductor had not yet managed to inject himself with a dose into the blood — he was rushing around the apartment at a fast speed, from the kitchen to the room, and sat on the floor, trying to dissolve the powder. She suggested that it could be heroin, at least it didn't smell, but there was a distinct smell of acetone mixed with vinegar in the air. And this could not but alert, could not but make the eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Such smells did not bode well.

What kind of crap was he putting into himself?

She had been lying there, trying to sleep, but unfortunately to no avail, and had been looking at him for about thirty minutes, but her abductor, Tom, had not moved from his place. She had seen similar things only in films, and Theo refused to talk about such things in his work: when the police covered up a person manufacturing or hiding drugs in an apartment. Never in her life would Hayden have thought that such a thing could happen to her.

Abduction.

For some reason, these words now acted strangely intoxicating. She continued to feel a sense of fear, she still felt her knees tremble and the migraine makes itself felt, throbbing with her temple. But it decreased, as if the girl knew that he wouldn't do anything to her, absolutely; more precisely, she wanted to believe it, but it didn't quite work out. Despite his speeches at breakfast and a light pat on her weakened arm that made her shudder, he continued to frighten incredibly. Including now, when he was lying on the floor, with his arms outstretched and the syringe removed to the side, he was getting high. Another trip.

Isn't he tired of such a life? Hayden wondered when she was trying to find a way out or break the shackles. True, there was not enough strength, the whole body was painfully weakened, distraught with grief. Had no choice but to just give up — to give up and continue to hold  face, pretend to be humble and asleep. Did she try to escape during his absence for the whole day? Yes. Did she succeed? Apparently not. She looked at him, at his peaceful face, and could not understand one thing: he was not a freak, so why did he follow such a well-trodden path? why didn't become a model? an actor? with his thinness, which wanted to envy, with his curly hair, which he painted for some reason, with his style of clothing, because even now he looked good, with his beautiful face — did he choose this? Was there any charm in such a life?

Hayden could only recognize his beauty when she could calmly exhale and look at everything with a cold gaze; when he was sleeping, he muttered softly to himself, and she tried to get out. After all, it was possible to distract him, to lure him with flattering conversations and false sympathy, and as a result to deceive, to take possession of the phone. Everything seemed so simple in movies, in books, but in reality everything was different. There was no choice but to go with the flow and try to pray for Theo, even if she didn't believe in God.

Need to remain calm, need to act sensibly. Whatever he says, whatever he does, but should never panic. This will only inflame the situation. Now it would be best to try to fall asleep again, — sweet dreams and less colored than her abductor's had been waiting for the girl for several hours, because it was almost impossible to sleep normally at night: a feeling of anxiety, animal, dissolute fear, disgust distracted her. That's what disgust is, by no means hatred. And pity.

She felt sorry for him.

In a human way.

He kidnapped her, considered himself superior, but she felt sorry for him.

Twitching and trying to cover herself with a simple sheet, which is difficult to call a blanket, Hayden touched her head with a pillow that was quite hard and sagged at times and time. Sleep didn't take her well, but she hoped to get at least a couple of hours of sleep. It was getting dark outside the window earlier, after all, it was already December, and it was getting sleepy at that time. Hayden had no choice but to forget herself in the world of dreams—in the world where she could be with Theo again. Next to parents. In a safe place.

***

The cold light of the sun continuously poured in a long stream from the closed window, forcing Hayden to close her eyes, frown her eyebrows and fight the desire to turn over on the other side; since something — or someone, — was lying on the other side. On her body, on her waist, naked, lay a thin hand, and someone's cheek was leaning against her head. Didn't want to wake up, such a wonderful dream remained in mind! wanted to watch it so much, wanted to relive all those emotions so much! Even if it seemed absurd and some kind of nonsense — because jumping from topic to topic was too fast events in all of some kind... swift, — she was pleased to feel herself again in the warm embrace of a familiar, dear to her soul person.

Grabbing the pillow, she tried to move it from its place until she felt the weight on her hands and it was this that made her disturb the peaceful peace and interrupt sleep. Hayden, half asleep, tried to open her eyes abruptly, but in the end she just wanted to scratch them and close them, not forgetting to yawn. Her wrists were encircled by black handcuffs — the kind that were used in one well-known movie marked eighteen plus and using different ones... adult toys, — tightly clasping hands.

Quietly, almost imperceptibly, Hayden tried to break them: she lowered her hands down to the floor, pulled a thin chain, but it was clearly very strong, and everything ended in failure. The key! it flashed in her mind, and she looked at the nightstand, much to her disappointment, there really was nothing on it, just a bottle, a pack of cigarettes; while a T-shirt, pants and a shirt were hanging on a chair, and black worn sneakers were standing near the bed. Surprisingly, when the vision turned out to be more or less fixed, there was nothing on the floor — no syringe, no spoon, no body, just a disgusting smell.

And it will definitely not be eroded.

But behind her, she continued to feel the warmth of her body... Wasn't it him? Her abductor? Tom? Hayden hesitated to turn to him, remaining motionless and folding her hands back, closer to her chest, on the pillow. Did he have the key? Maybe it would be better to try to get free, try to rummage in pockets? And if he wakes up? And if he does something? If... Rape? Or is it better to remain motionless, like a plaster statue, just try to pretend to be asleep?

But it wouldn't have worked.

Heart was pounding wildly, and my head was splitting because of the sudden pain. Just a second — and everything will fade, lose its colors, meaning. Hayden was afraid not to swallow, not to move, she was afraid to breathe. A feeling of unknown fear, mixed with a lot of phobias, was burning in soul. However, this did not prevent her from trying to look out for the keys. Or something that can be pried. In movies, in books, especially action movies, women have always extricated themselves from such scrapes by means of a hairpin or some sharp object. Would it be possible to pry the handcuffs with a syringe? Hayden 's mind popped up, but she immediately felt disgust suppressing the desire to grimace — he is dirty, unclean, soaked in it and probably already used.

While thoughts were busy thinking about the future, about what he could do — maybe accept again, but what if he dies? what if overdoses, what should she do? No one will come to help — and is he going to do anything? For some reason, naive and bitter memories appeared in her head through the darkness of incoherent thoughts: here she considers herself ugly, here her parents assure her otherwise, here she weighs the most in the class, and here she begins to be malnourished. At that time, even parents could not stop it, she had to endure a lot of "toilet dates". But all this is quickly forgotten when you think about the present.

One moment — and Hayden feels light touches on his neck, weightless kisses going up to his ear. She doesn't move, barely breathing, while the kidnapper blows hot breath over her, running bony and long fingers along her arm to the handcuffs.

"I love you, Hayden... My Hayden... My savior..." he mutters, burying his chin. His chest, clearly naked, fits against her back, where only the clasp from the bra — did he undress her? probably. and it only makes shiver. He touches her shoulder, lowering his gaze to her underwear and pulling the strap of her bra.

Hayden's eyes widen. No, no, no! She can't let that happen! It won't happen again, no! Panic in her head completely overwhelmed her, penetrated into her veins, into her arms and legs swollen from a long sleep, settled in her head and firmly settled in it. It will not happen again, as it happened in that dark alley where there was nothing — there was no hope, there was no way out, there was no salvation. If she were a believer, she would start praying, but a simple prayer will not help the cause. No!

"Please... sorry, sorry, please don't, please," Hayden babbles incoherently, suppressing the urge to scream and shrink into a corner, trying to drown out the pain and fear in search of help. "I want to, I want to go home, I'm sorry! me," she exclaimed, to which Thomas only frowned and stood up to stab. "I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go, please. I won't go to the police, I won't tell about drugs! I'll just say I was at the hotel! Please!" having plucked up the courage, Hayden said, which seemed to only make the man angry. He stretched his head and frowned at her — sensuality, naivety and trembling fear burned in the girl's eyes. Disconnecting one hand, allowing the wrist to feel free—and at that moment Cooper thought that he had listened to her! — Tom only attached a loose shackle to the bars on the bed, getting up and leaving a cold place and crumpled sheets smelling of acetone in his place.

Thomas looked down at the floor without saying a word and dressed, alternately pulling on jeans, then a T-shirt. Taking it from the bedside table — a fool! could have looked! idiot! — the keys to the handcuffs, the phone and the money, he slammed the door in exasperation, leaving the room. There was a slight tension in the room at that hour, there was no fear, only a squeak in my head — the same and similar, long and incessant.

She was left alone.

And could only hope for a miracle.

***

Fuck! Damn it, why did she bring it up at all?! He had done everything for her, he was sure! that she would like his gift so much! So much money has been spent and all for nothing. In dissatisfaction with himself and what was happening, although he should have been feeling high, only nine, eight hours had passed! and he felt like shit. Thomas clenched his teeth, drumming his fingers on the kitchen table and looking around the room in a rage — were suddenly overcome by the desire to turn everything upside down, burn it, get rid of responsibilities.

But he kept standing there staring at the fucking tablecloth — tear it up? No, will need to clean up. But wanted so much to realize all  desires, all unfulfilled, unfulfilled needs on this tablecloth and tear it to hell. Turn the table over, knocking over the napkin holder and napkins that came from somewhere in it. Break your arms, roar loudly with anger, becoming almost an animal. But he restrained his instincts, it would be inappropriate, especially in the presence of his savior.

She must realize the lesson.

Clinging tightly to the table, he looks at the wall, burning through with his gaze, until he pays attention to that strange wound — that wound that had grown to an incredible extent and now, right in the middle, there was a kind of hole, a kind of residue from the injection, a torn skin, a bruise. The wound was blue, as if poured with fresh paint, but blood was coming out of it in small trickles, which could be stopped. Thomas stared at her for a few minutes, hardly moving, until he felt a sharp, aching pain, fuck! in his hand and didn't grab it.

Heck!

Bitch!

Holding his wrist, in fear of bending, he throws the table — and this stuns him like lightning, forcing him to move towards the exit. Putting on a jacket, Tom hopes to catch a bus quickly, turn to Mark, catch the Internet. Mark knows, Mark is a specialist in this business, Mark fumbles, — he whispers these words in his drugged brain, like a mantra. Surely, his clients have had this hundreds of times... And what if he played too much? As if it was a game, not an addiction. Suddenly brought an infection into a vein through a needle, and it spread through the blood? Shouldn't have... Shouldn't have picked up that syringe in that abandoned house?

That does sound... It is unpromising and intimidating, therefore, descending the stairs soaked in the smell of a burnt frying pan, along the monotonous green walls, on whose children were trying to draw something, Thomas goes outside, and a pleasant frosty air blows over his face — there is no snow, but you can't eradicate the smell; it is always like this in winter. Oh, at such moments, Tom thinks, walking away towards the bus stop (and now is the time when the bus is just approaching), at such moments he played snowballs as a child, wrapped himself in warm blankets, shivering from the cold in the abandoned. Despite the fact that it was not so difficult to connect to electricity — just to touch a couple of wires with wire cutters and connect them to the right ones — things were different with heating.

The bus! Thomas quickened his pace, almost breaking into a run. If he does not have time now, he will have to endure and wait another fifty minutes. Or an hour. Exhaling softly, when he manages to get in successfully, he gives the money to the driver — flinching from those rich people who drive with travel cards — the man sits down by the window. Surprisingly, there are almost no people, but he is positively encouraged by a little boy of about nine playing with his toothy friend. Tom hopes that the game is played over the network and he will be able to connect to it. In any case, at this time Mark is always on point and does not worry about the police. At least, that was the case a few months ago.

Taking out a broken iPhone five with broken connectors for headphones and charging, he turns it on and the time is displayed, but Thomas immediately clicks on the Internet icon. And either fate took care of him painfully, or circumstances just so happened, but the network turned out to be without a password. Grinning and muttering under his breath: "Thank you, mate," Tom writes to Mark while the thought is intact. «Can we meet?» — and the message is sent, but it does not become read.

Shrugging his shoulders, he puts the phone away, paying attention to the streets — streets with a complete mess: one darkness, one nightmare and no hope. Aren't there even more H, everyone's favorite street drug, being sold in the alleys now? Has everyone forgotten about marijuana, LSD and ecstasy? On the contrary, it seemed that interest only increased. Although Thomas could with the greatest confidence recommend a krokodil to children now — it can be made all the more at home, you just need to steal a prescription form from a doctor. In this case, their path will be short and they will regret that they got involved in this at all.

What is needed there for a krokodil? Tom asks himself. It seems to be iodine, acetone, some kind of drug or pills with codeine, a pipe cleaner, something else was there... however, Thomas would not dare to let him go through veins being very fastidious — he did not want to look at decomposing bodies, where the skin rots and bones become visible, like zombies. It was always scary to meet krokodil addicts, and Tom understood this once and for all. And to think that Mickey started using krokodil in the last year of his life! But he always made fun of them with him, called them guides. And all why? It was just that the drug addicts, who were spreading the krokodil, called it a  train.

Maybe it just felt too fucking good...

Thomas grimaced sharply, clutching his hand in the warm sleeve and, closing his eyes, clenched his teeth. Fuck, bitch, fuck. Wanted to take a sharp breath and let go of this pain. He hopes that at least Mark knew about the wound — by the way, about him — looking into the messenger, Tom, seeing that his message was read, grinned. More precisely, tried, overcoming pain and exhaustion. The smile turned out to be somewhat unintelligible and rejecting,but she quickly faded from face when another attack pulsed in hand.

Mark still didn't answer.

Did this mean that he was already waiting for him, but still could not find the meaning to answer? Thomas scrolled through the chat messages up, a little surprised at their monotony — everything seems to be on the pick: the day begins — immediately Tom's question about the meeting, about the place, and all are so typical, so short, as if they are not burning with the desire to communicate. Although Thomas could tell one thing: Mark was the closest person to him left alive. He had the most memories — from the thought of how they tried heroin for the first time, having bought from the Abbot and got stuck with one needle; Jim and Mickey did the same; Mark was the first... Tom has the blood of his best friend in his veins, and he didn't even think about it. Memories of how they were caught stealing and Hiddleston introduced himself as Pinkman, about how Mark had to stay with a friend, because his father kicked him out of the house, about how they had to sleep in the same bed.

«i feel bad» — Thomas, squinting, looks at the message sent more than ten years ago by Mark. What? And Tom hasn't even seen him, he's reading it like the first time.

«plz tom answer plz im worried».

«i know it sounds weird, youre probably thinking about mick right now but tell me its okay okay?»

«i don't know what to do anymore...»

Thomas swallows, shrugging his shoulders and looking at the street in confusion. There is an emptiness in his head, like eternity, he does not move, only thoughtfully looks at people. Fuck, why did he become such a mumbler again? and the message was sent in 2011, what's wrong with him? Tom, without thinking twice, clicks on the trash icon and the chat is cleared. Not ashamed, but a lump rolls up in my throat — and why did Mark write to him? What for? Did he really want to be helped? Then let us turn to these hypocrites psychologists, they will definitely listen to him for a decent amount. Friends are not psychologists. Thomas didn't have to listen to him and read the messages. Let him at least say thank you that he buys the goods from him, and that's all because of the endless discounts (thanks to which the Mark has to pay extra out of its own pocket).

Getting up with sudden movements, Tom does not even pay attention to the directed glances; and all because of what? — because of the red eyes? maybe behavior? In any case, it is not so important. The pain has let go, but how the hell, it's fucked up with the next seizure. This feeling immediately settles, as if you were pierced with a stake! and through and through! As soon as the doors open, he gets off the bus and while it departs, Thomas briefly looks around, obviously trying to find a flaw in the weather or people, streets or houses, but everything remains the same bland.

And then he glances at the hotel—so expensive, so prestigious—and immediately remembers Hayden... How is she? Trying to escape? Maybe she's trying to remove the handcuffs? Would she dare? And not that she had the opportunity. Abruptly, Thomas is electrocuted when he notices a familiar guy coming out of the building. Theo. That seemed to be his name. The name of the guy — already ex, — is his savior. The one who seemed to him so unpleasant and disgusting in appearance, in particular this mustache. And this guy is definitely worried about something, something serious. was it Hayden's disappearance? how he fucking favored, shuddered at the mention of her name even in his thoughts. The guy was holding coffee, not noticing anyone, and approached the police car. There was a strange satisfaction on his face, well, he definitely found what he was looking for!

However, he didn't even seem to notice him, and it was unlikely that he would have recognized him, there was no evidence. And here's Mark... Thomas's eyes widened sharply as he rushed to the point at a brisk pace, worried that he had wasted the dealer's time. What if Mark has already left? He hadn't answered the message after all. Thoughts, like cobwebs, threads, tangled, hundreds of questions arose and there was not a single answer. There is no time to hear, no extraneous sounds either, only deafening pain.

Turning the corner — for some reason it seems somehow familiar, somehow even native; after all, he has been coming here every two weeks for how long? ten years old? — Thomas leans against the wall and raises his head up, taking out an un-smoked pack from his pocket. Pulling out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, he ignites it, exhaling smoke with satisfaction. Lowering his hand, he starts tapping his fingers, lighting up from time to time. He looks around, although he has been here thousands of times. And nothing has changed, everything is the same ruin — only the walls have changed a little in color over time, have become darker, decorated.

Just like his life — so bland, so ordinary, painted only thanks to skag and crank — acquired colors, colors, when she appeared in his life: his savior and his light, she was something akin to an angel, if he were a believer. She was... She was taller than him, a man whose wishes and dreams came true. Although junkies usually considered themselves the most enlightened, those who had gained knowledge, Thomas knew that this was nothing more than a side effect of many substances. Self-esteem always rose.

With an irritated jerk of his foot, Tom moved away from the wall with a growl. Arm. Fucking arm was hurting again. He could stand here for minutes, he could stand for hours, but what would change? Mark, judging by the time, had not come for fifteen minutes — and this was the first time. He had never been so late before, maybe he was busy? Or maybe he just stopped considering Tom as his friend and therefore decided not to show up? But he was supposed to help him! It was a matter of first necessity and the moment of ignoring Mark's messages immediately popped up in head. But Thomas quickly banished them from his mind, moving away from the wall with some dissatisfaction.

Mark won't come to him.

***

The musty smell of stewed beef and sour onions, acetone and pipe cleaner, gasoline and gauze dressing settled in a large room, in the middle of which was a large green sofa, stripped by cats from several sides. There was a wooden table next to it, and four guys were sitting around, but only to the surprise of the company, it was quite quiet, outside the window you would definitely hear the singing of a nightingale or any other bird.

They're thirteen.

And now will be their first real smack.

The abbot always said that the first time was like pointing a finger at the sky. That the first time happens only to predisposed people and they usually experience the buzz described in films and books. They were in no hurry, because they knew that no one would disturb them — who else, except teenage boys, would want to climb to the seventh floor of a deserted abandoned building and shoot up there for the first time? The windows were broken, the floor was missing in some places, but, in general, the house retained its usual appearance.

They were brought here by Mickey, who claims about the beauty of the current abandonment and tirelessly composes about not all sorts of legends — including this one: it is believed that a murder was committed in apartment sixty-six, on the seventh floor, and the crone's trp has been lying here for more than thirteen years. Tom hurriedly collected every last drop from the bent spoon and, sighing with satisfaction, clicked on the syringe with his finger, handing it to Mark.

The latter looked at him in surprise and a little uncertainly, but Tom did not notice his look, as if confirming: your money — you are the first. Mark took a syringe, wrapping a thin bicep with a belt, and when a vein appeared, he put it with a needle pricking the skin. He pressed the handle, stabbing to the middle and passed it to a friend. The eyes were a little blurred, and the body leaned to the side.

Mark was vomiting.

Thomas, having performed similar actions, injected heroin into a vein — the blood was filled with something wonderful. He slowly, almost without controlling his actions, lay down on a decorative peeling pillow until his body was numb.

Lord.

Good.

How damn good!

***

It remains only to wander around the city, in this God-forsaken area and talk: about life, about death, about entertainment and vices. To meet hypocritical people with smiles all over their face. Walking along the monotonous tall houses, hairdressers, shops, funeral homes, tobacco shops, bus stops, pharmacies — as if this was the whole life of a simple man, whose life Thomas always aspired to. Although who is he kidding? It never occurred to him that he would ever be ordinary, because

either death or nothing.

Or rot alive in a sooty apartment,

or become famous all over the world, thanks to talent. Is it easier to say that only the first option favored him?

He smokes one cigarette after another, stepping on the sidewalk wet after the rain and not hurrying home. His rescuer won't be happy to see him, Thomas knows, so maybe... Maybe it was all in vain? This whole kidnapping thing. Her boyfriend will probably try to find her.  He even seemed to work in the DEA or something similar. He hunted drug dealers, they even seemed to show him on TV. Was her boyfriend a threat?

Yes.

To some extent.

But, no matter what, his savior will be with him, no matter what their relationship is — destructive or careless, she was like... as some kind of symbol, something supernatural; nacha how would explain her selfless desire to help him? She was incomparable to anyone, she burned the brightest! In his wandering through the streets, Thomas does not even notice how he approaches his own stop, but this does not slow down his movements — he is completely immersed in thoughts, fixated on reproducing the past in his head. He thinks about his savior, over and over again, not a day goes by without it, scrolls through the scenarios of his death and the future in his head.

Thomas stops abruptly when he comes to a dilapidated playground.

Thomas stops abruptly, and police cars stop with him.

note: well, the last chapter is coming very soon, but in the meantime, what do you think - what will be the end of the fanfiction?

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Laundry Day

Loki's POV of events: How Could This Not Fit?!

Bucky's spin-off fic: Loads of Fun (different Y/N character) - in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You and Loki are living together in the Avengers Tower and you've asked him to help you with the laundry. You decide it's the perfect opportunity to prank him but that might not have been a good idea... not if you wanted to sleep tonight that is.

Warnings: ... um nothing really, alluding to sex but not much

A/N: I finished my laundry and was folding (trying desperately to fold) my fitted sheet and I came up with this silly little thing so... enjoy 💚

You take a bottle of water out of the fridge in the common kitchen, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

"Something funny in the fridge?" Tony asks from the island, looking up from his tablet.

You turn to him and open the bottle. "No, I was just laughing about something that could possibly get me in a lot of trouble with Loki," you barely explain.

"I have no idea what that means," Steve says as he and Bucky join the conversation.

You take a sip of water and set the bottle on the island. "I was tired of being the one who did our laundry all the time so I told Loki he needed to help me with it today," you start to tell them.

"Still not seeing the funny," Tony says sarcastically.

"I'm getting there," you wave away his comment and he chuckles. "So anyway, I told him to help and he did... an okay job of it. I mean, the dryer and him got in a bit of a fight but we finally got it done," you continue.

"Did he break the dryer cause I've gotta do like four loads of laundry tonight?" Bucky asks concerned as he pulls out the stool next to Steve.

"How could you possibly have to do four loads of laundry?" Tony turns towards him. "You own one hoodie and three henleys at most," he adds.

"Can we get back to my problem?" you pull their attention back to yourself. "I might not have much time left," you joke but you aren't actually sure how long until Loki comes looking for you.

"What did you do to him?" Steve asks, sounding concerned for your safety. Loki would never hurt you of course, he loved you too much, but when you annoyed him you always found it hard to walk the next day.

"Well, he put all the laundry away using his magic but I told him that was cheating. He said it wasn't and we went back and forth for a bit until I made him a bet," you smile. Loki could never resist a wager, especially since he always assumed he would win, and he usually did. "I bet him... something," you suddenly realize you don't necessarily want the guys to know the dirty things you promised Loki and they all look away awkwardly for a moment as if they understood that.

"Right, whatever... so the bet was for him to make the bed himself, without his magic," you tell them.

"Look, I still don't like him very much but, give him a little credit. I think he's smart enough to figure it out," Bucky says.

"Yeah, that doesn't really seem like a bet you're going to win, Y/N," Steve agrees.

"Well... I might not have except for one teeny tiny little bitty detail," you assure them.

"Which is?" Tony asks with a mixture of curiosity and agitation that the story is taking so long.

"I switched the sheet set," you say, they all stare at you confused and you sigh. "I gave him a full size set... and we have a queen bed. There's not a chance in hell he's going to be able to get the fitted sheet on and if he does manage it, I'll know he used his magic and still win," you smile broadly, proud of yourself for tricking the trickster God.

"Well that's a dangerous game to play," Steve says and before you can respond you hear Loki coming down the hall.

"Y/N," he says when he enters the kitchen. You swallow as your mouth goes dry, he does not look happy. "You cheated," he says without question.

"No, I was just..." you try to explain but he walks towards you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"You... cheated," he says slowly as he backs you into the counter by the sink.

"I mean, only a little," you say with a smile but he doesn't smile back. "And I only did it to make sure you didn't use your magic," you quickly try to explain.

"Um, I think we should go... literally anywhere else," Steve says as Loki grips your waist with both hands and keeps you pressed between himself and the counter.

"Don't worry, we're leaving," Loki says with a smirk, still looking only at you. Without warning he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp and the suddenness of it and he uses one arm to hold you in place by the back of your legs as he turns to leave the kitchen. He pauses and picks up your water bottle. "You'll need to keep hydrated, it's going to be a very long night, love," he says as he carries you down the hall towards your room.

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