#Tom Hiddleston drabble

[autumnvine]

Good Mornings

Little drabble

Having your headphones playing in your ears, on your only Saturday off. Singing a not great representation of Season of the Witch by Lana Del Ray,

"When I look out my window

Many sights to see

And when I look in my window

So many different people to be"

Lifting the toaster to the draining board, wiping from under it, all the crumbs and slightly burned chunks of bread, spray the glass chopoing board from underneath. Washing down the grey stone effect worktop, scushing inside the microwave with a foam cleaner. Your yellow gloves become more and more soapy as you scrub the reminisce of last night's sweet potato soup you had made for Tom, reheating it in the microwave and of course forgetting to turn it off as it's bubbling over everywhere. You scrubbed at it, wishing you'd just did it last night when it wasn't as stuck.

"They're strange, so strange

It's very strange to me"

Moving over towards the fridge you began clearing out each shelf, placing all the meat in the sink, the vegetables in a big bowl, the milk by the microwave, the cheese and yoghurts along side the milk. Wiping the shelfs down, the fridge was never dirty, you had cleaned it every Saturday since you moved in with Tom. Not that he was messy or anything, you just like it clean.

"You've got to pick up every stitch

You've got to pick up every stitch

You've got to pick up every stitch"

Throwing the cloth into the bin to get a new fresh one, checking the dates on the food before piling it back in. Each shelf stacked from left to right of what expires first.

Moving over to the kitchen island, your favourite part of the kitchen. Bringing out each of the cutlery, cleaning the drawer. Making sure the spoons were together, the forks were together and everything else in its place. Spraying down the wine cooler at the side of the island, "Perfect"

Turning on the coffee machine knowing fine well Tom would be up soon and he loved a morning coffee. The rest of the day it was tea or orange juice but always coffee in the morning. Pouring some bubbles over the island top, mixing it in with some warm water you cleaned it, smelling the apple fragrance wishing you had gone for original. In your defence there both a green bottle just one slightly lighter, being in a rush at the market you grabbed what you thought was original. Dancing as you wiped over the table top, practically leaning your body on top to reach over to the other side without having to walk,

"Oh no, must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch"

Thinking Tom was still in bed you danced as you cleaned without a bother in the world. Behind in the door frame stood Tom , his long brunette hair unbrushed and flicked over to the side, his black sweatpants and light blue top he most definitely slept in. He enjoyed standing there watching you, not watching you clean, but watching you dance, and sing, well try to sing, he stood with a smile wider then ever, his crystal white teeth on full display. Walking over behind you, holding your waist, kissing your neck. Pulling you in against him. You turned and kissed him

"Good morning" he whispered

"Good morning" I didn't mean to wake you"

"You didn't, your perfect" he kissed you over and over

He moved his waist along with your with yours, singing in your ear, "must be the season of the witch." You giggled slightly, taking off your soapy gloves, accidentally pinging them across the room sending soap flying up the not yet washed kitchen window. Slow dancing together in the mornings was a favourite thing of yours, your husband close with you, "I love you Tom"

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Tom hiddleston & 'and baby I know, I know whatever city you're in your still be the boy that I'd pick in a line of over 30 hot guys' (vacation bible school)

a/n: Yep, I loved this. 😁 Hope you love it, too, nonny! ☺️

Warnings: this is veeery spicy, some swear words, jealousy, alcohol, Tom being quite a bit possessive

Also... Sorry Chris! 😬

Word Count: 1205

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Based on this song: (I hope it's the right one!)

Possession

Had it been a good idea from Tom to drag you - his best friend, turned fuck buddy along with him to the premier of 'Infinity War'? Probably not. Like... Not at all. Especially after having a certain amount of alcohol flowing through your veins. And alcohol did funny things to you. For example, causing you to get more... self-conscious and lose (all) your inhibitions. Tom knew that - and nevertheless, he asked you to join him. Perhaps he hoped, that you'd never get this far to reach that point, but... of course, you did - and that was, where you were now; almost stumbling from one drink to the next on the afterparty.

At the beginning, everything had been fine, for sure. You were sober, happy that he asked you to join him, showing off as best friends on the red carpet - although, humour held it that you were more than just friends, which wasn't incorrect, but also not a hundred percent true either. Nobody knew of your 'dirty little secret'. That you were friends on the surface, but rolled around the sheets together, when nobody was watching. And the sex was without, a doubt, phenomenal. The best you ever had. So, after all, it was a win-win situation for both, you and Tom, so...

The premier itself was great. You got to meet so many cool and awesome people, ate exquisite food and enjoyed a succeeded movie. It was awesome. And then there was the afterparty... Which you and Tom wouldn't have missed, of course. Not with everybody else assuaging you to go as well; almost pleading you to join. So how could you say no? Especially to Chris Evans' puppy dog eyes. Speaking of... The man had laid an eye on, clearly. You knew it. Tom knew it - and perhaps everybody else knew. He wasn't exactly good at hiding it. And now here you were... On the party, drunk as hell, another drink in your hands and on the verge of dirty dancing with Chris fucking Evans. Yep, this all got messed up pretty bad very quickly...

Tom watched from the side-lines; his own drink in hands. The Brit's eyes never left yours. Blue orbs burning holes inside your laughing, drunk and utterly gorgeous body. He took a sip of his drink. Unbeknownst to you - and most likely everybody else, had the man developed over the few years he had known you now a little crush. Okay, admittedly it was a huge crush; those deep feelings he harboured inside his heart for you growing with every single day. It's just silly, that you both swore to not involve feelings into play. You agreed on friendship and sex - nothing more, nothing less. Nowadays, with every time he slept with you, it became more difficult for Tom to keep his feelings under control - and he wasn't sure how long he was able to hold back. But on the other hand... He didn't want to ruin the friendship you shared with him. You were a way too precious friend for him to lose, and if it meant for him that he could keep you as such, he was willing to hold back his feelings for the rest of his life. He had to.

Your shrieking laugh ripped the actor out of his thoughts, eyes immediately landing on you. You were dancing with Lizzie now - who was equally as drunk as you were, having the time of your life's. Tom frowned. Where was Ev- Before he could finish this thought, he saw said Chris more or less staggering over to him, fresh beer in hands. Tom cursed internally, ruffling his blonde-brown locks. Not now, please not now. The Brit liked Chris. He really did, with all his heart. He adorned this man and fellow acting colleague, but... Now was just not the right time. Not if he wanted to poke the bear. Not after Tom had seen him dancing so... sluttishly with his best friend; shamelessly placing his hands on her hips and grinding his crotch against her ass. No.

"Ahhh, mate!" Chris hollered, plopping down on the bar stool beside Tom. "What a great evening, right?" He clapped Tom on the shoulder. "You enjoying yourself? Because, o-ho-ho man, I do." The brown-haired man laughed - way too loud and wrapped an arm around Tom's shoulder. "Your friend is just... wow... She's fuckin' gorgeous! Man, believe me when I tell you, that woman's pushin' aaaall the right buttons." Tom gritted his teeth at his friend's words, trying hard to keep his cool and not let the alcohol and jealousy take over and punch his dear friend in the face. He couldn't do that. He shouldn't do that - but he would.

"Mhm, she is, indeed." Tom said, jaw still clenched. Chris giggled like a schoolboy, not paying quite attention to Tom's answer. "Maybe I can make it to take her home with me tonight. Do you think I can?" Thin ice, Evans... Very thin ice... "You can try, mate, but I think you won't be lucky. Usually, she doesn't do things like this, when she is drunk." Hence, of course you were absolutely doing things like this when you were drunk. Without that, Tom and you wouldn't have ended up as fuck buddies... "Aww, too bad." Chris said, pouting, before he started to wiggle his eyebrows. "Maybe I can show 'er what I got." Not if I do it first. "Good luck." Tom simply answered, before emptying his glass and stood up, making his way over to you, leaving his drunk friend behind. The Brit was on a mission now. He would not let this happen... You ending up in Chris' bed tonight. There was only one bed he ever wanted to see your sexy ass in - his. Only his.

Harshly grabbing your hips and pulling your ass back against his crotch - just like Chris did, Tom ripped you out of your dancing bubble, causing you to shriek up. Once you noticed it was Tom, you started to giggle, moving your hips in sync with his. Everybody here was too drunk anyway to remember how Tom danced with you, so... Tom didn't hold back. "Whatcha doin', Tommy?" You were drunk, but you could still tell that your 'best friend' was jealous, when you turned to face him. His eyes clearly betrayed him. "What does it look like, darling? Showing you how much better I am than Evans." Tom practically growled, before spinning your body around again, pressing his crotch even firmer against your bottom, causing you to moan shamelessly. Again, you were drunk. As if you had the strength to stifle that moan... Certainly not.

Though the moan faded into another giggle, as your foggy brain came to the conclusion, that he really must be jealous. "Are you jealous, Tommy?" You asked, still giggling. "Don't worry, 'cause baby I know, I know whatever city you're in, you're still the boy that I'd pick in a line up of, like 30 hot guys." "Is that so?" Tom growled, feeling the jealousy still pumping through his veins. "Mhm, yep, definitely." "Well, then you better start proving it to me, girl."

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January 2024 Music Prompts: Day 13

Baby Said ♫ Måneskin

Baby Said ♫ Måneskin x Tom Hiddleston

Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

Tom, a man with a magnetic presence and a voice that could serenade the moon, found himself captivated by the enigmatic allure of you. Your connection, sparked in the dimly lit corners of a club, unfolded like a melody with the promise of uncharted harmonies.

One evening, as you shared a quiet moment on the rooftop of your apartment building, the city lights below casting a soft glow on your faces, Tom couldn't help but feel the electric charge of the night. The air hung heavy with unspoken desires, and the distant sounds of the city created a symphony that underscored the pulsating rhythm of their connection.

"Let me taste your silhouette," you whispered, your words a sultry invitation that danced in the evening breeze.

Tom, his gaze fixed on the silhouette of the city skyline, felt the weight of your words settling between you two. The night held a promise of intimacy, a journey into unexplored territories where words became unnecessary.

"You can talk between my legs," you continued, your voice a gentle cadence that mirrored the rhythm of your shared heartbeat.

Tom, usually a man of articulate expression, found himself enchanted by the artistry of your words. The suggestion, wrapped in the poetic allure of the night, hung in the air like an invitation to a secret garden of shared desires.

"Uh-uh, I know you really want to," you added, a playful hint in your voice.

As you stood on the rooftop, the city below seemed to disappear into the background, leaving only the magnetic pull of your presence. Tom, drawn by an invisible force, took a step closer, his eyes reflecting the anticipation that crackled in the air.

You, with a coy smile, extended your hand, inviting Tom to share the intimate dance of the night. You both moved in sync with the unspoken rhythm, your bodies communicating in a language that transcended the need for words.

The rooftop became a sanctuary for the exploration of your connection - a canvas upon which you painted strokes of passion and shared vulnerability. The city lights, like witnesses to a secret affair, cast a warm glow on their silhouettes, creating a tableau of intimacy against the backdrop of the urban night.

As you reached a quiet corner of the rooftop, your eyes met Tom's with an intensity that spoke of a shared longing. In that moment, the invitation hung in the air like an invisible thread, connecting you both in a dance of mutual consent and unspoken understanding.

"I know you want to," you repeated, your voice a breathy murmur that carried the weight of a shared secret.

Tom, with a gaze filled with desire, leaned in to taste the sweetness of the night. Your lips met in a slow, languid kiss - a communion that spoke of the uncharted territories you were willing to explore together.

"You can talk between my legs," you whispered against his ear, your words a whispered promise that sent shivers down Tom's spine.

The city, with its vast expanse, seemed to shrink in comparison to the universe you were creating in this secret corner of the roof. In hushed whispers and stolen glances, Tom and you discovered a connection that went beyond the physical - a love that embraced vulnerability, passion and the freedom to explore the depths of desire.

As you both stood in the soft embrace of the night, the echoes of the city seemed to fade beneath you, leaving only the whispered promises of a shared intimacy - the silhouette of a love that unfolded in the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the world.

[ancientwastedlores]

FREED BY FATE (PT 3)

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WARNINGS: None

WORD COUNT: 750

A few hours before the wedding, the atmosphere was a tangible mixture of nervous anticipation and frenzied excitement. Kate was on the bride's side, caught up in a whirl of satin and lace, champagne and laughter, as Honoria readied herself to step into the new phase of her life. She looked breathtaking, radiant in her happiness - or maybe it was the glint of relief that reflected in her eyes as the reality of retaining her inheritance drew nearer.

On the other side, things were starkly different. You were with Tom, helping him with the last-minute preparations. His suit hung untouched, the rich fabric glimmering under the soft light. The cufflinks, a gift from his mother, lay neatly on the dresser. His groomsmen's gifts, hand-picked by you, were wrapped meticulously, awaiting distribution.

Yet, there was a palpable tension in the air. Tom was quiet, his silence unnerving. His friends looked worried, stealing glances at him and whispering amongst themselves. Their jovial banter from the previous night had disappeared, replaced by an uneasy quietude.

"Tom," you began, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He flinched slightly, startled, and looked at you. "Are you okay?"

He laughed humorlessly, running a hand through his hair. "What do you think, Y/N?"

The air around you shifted as the groomsmen recognized something was going on. The group excused itself from the room, leaving you alone with Tom. He watched them leave before turning to look at you, his eyes a whirlpool of emotions.

“You still have time. You can still leave.” 

"I can't, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have no choice."

"But you do, Tom," you insisted, holding his gaze. "You always have a choice."

For a moment, he looked like he might argue. But then he sighed, dropping his gaze to the floor. "I can't let Honoria lose everything. And it's not just about the money or the inheritance. It's... it's about her dignity. Her legacy."

"And what about you, Tom?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. "What about your happiness?"

Tom fell silent, his expression hard to read. "I... I don't know, Y/N."

You looked at him, your heart aching. You had seen this man in moments of joy and sadness and watched him prepare for the biggest day of his life with a resignation that was heartbreaking. And now, as you stood there, you realized just how deeply you cared for him.

The silence stretched on, filled with unspoken words and hidden emotions. Finally, you decided to break it, "Tom, I..."

He held his finger against your lips, the touch igniting a fire inside you. "Y/N, don't. I can't... I can't hear it right now."

"But, Tom..."

"I appreciate everything you've done for me. For us," he said, his voice hoarse. "I just... I need some time."

Nodding, you excused yourself, leaving Tom alone with his thoughts. 

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Queen of the nine

Loki x female queen! Reader

18+| contains angst, smut, powerful queen bitch reader!

Basically Loki is locked up and you gotta go get your man

“Loki, don’t go, don’t leave me, please.” You pleaded, practically on your knees as you tugged his tunic.

“I—” he began, glancing down at you in a moment of uncertainty before his resolve returned “I must reclaim my rightful throne.” He declared.

“B-but you promised,” you whimpered, “you said we could leave together, make our own destiny.” You sniffled remembering your own cursed fate.

“This is me making my own destiny.”

It had been another uneventful day. Between signing truces and assigning roles, there was little room for one’s own enjoyment. You had recently taken up crocheting as a hobby yet you found little time to finish any projects. One thing you could agree with your late mother on was that this job wasn’t for the faint hearted or anyone with any desire for creativity. This job was demanding, it required those who were able to remain stoic and impartial, something that was unnatural to anyone with any kind emotion. People always waited for smiles, frowns, any slither of adour, something that took every ounce of energy to not express. To do nothing was the hardest job of all. That’s why you found yourself breathing deeply when one of your chambermaids greeted you with the news of Queen Frigga of Asgards passing. In that moment, every memory of the place that you had fought to bury deep within your psyche surfaced. The moments spent laughing, learning from Frigga, walking through her flower garden holding hands with Loki, Loki. You bit your lip as you recalled every precious second spent with Loki; the smiles, the kisses, the love, the sex, the promises, the deceit, everything up until the point he abandoned you.

“Your majesty, your majesty.” She called, getting your attention again.

“Yes, sorry.”

“Will you be attending the royal ceremony?”

“Yes, could you arrange a carriage for me please.”

“Of course.”

Your journey to Asgard was a quiet one, your gaze cast over the mountains as you tried to bite down every last fragment of emotion you had, especially in front of your foot soldiers. When they looked at you they saw a valiant queen, not a weeping wench; you wanted to preserve the former. The closer you drew, the more uneven your breaths were. You wondered how Loki looked, whether he looked as aged as you no doubt did. After hearing that his conquest for Midgard was unsuccessful, there was nothing more. By the time that you had become queen, you found yourself disinterested in how Loki ended up. You did discover that he resided in Asgard again but you didn’t want to visit to be certain, you couldn’t. Now however, you wished you had, considering you were about to be reunited with the man who left you the morning after declaring his undying love for you. What if things were awkward? No, this was Loki, your Loki.

“Your majesty, we have arrived.” One of the men spoke. You snapped out of your thoughts, looking out of the casement, eyes widening as you took in the familiar gates of the palace. Before you could open the door, it swung open.

“Your majesty.” Thor greeted, offering his hand as he helped you out.

“Thor.” You smiled, hugging him tightly once you stepped out. You hadn’t realised how much you had missed him. “Although I am happy to see you, I apologise that it isn’t under better circumstances.” You frowned as you pulled apart. His smile faltered for a moment before he replied.

“Thank you your maj—”

“It’s simply y/n to you.” You noted.

“Y/n then.” He corrected himself before pulling you into another hug. You looked around, unable to resist the feeling of despondency you felt at not seeing Loki.

“Where’s Loki?” You questioned, mumbling into his shoulder.

“He—um.” Thor stuttered causing you to break the hug.

“Thor?”

“Imprisoned.” He stated.

“Where?” You gasped.

“Here.” Thor spoke, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he observed your reaction.

“Here? On Asgard?” You almost choked.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Odin has his son, prince of Asgard, imprisoned on Asgard?” You questioned incredulously.

“Yes.” He mumbled.

“Today of all days?” You scoffed getting angrier.

“Yes.” Thor confirmed quietly.

“Take me to Odin!”

You made your way to the royal chambers of the palace where Odin was currently. Thor knocked his door before receiving passage only to be pushed passed by you.

“Y/n” Odin smiled “I’m glad to see you made it here safe.”

“My condolences.” You offered, making your way to him before you exchanged a quick hug in greeting.

“Well as you know, I’ve still got a realm to govern” he shrugged, breaking the hug “not much time to grieve” he added, although you could tell he was hurting.

“Of course.” You agreed.

“Sit.” He spoke, gesturing to a chair. “What bothers you child?”

“It’s Loki.” You answered. Odin's jaw clenched before he replied.

“Loki? What about Loki?” He answered, seemingly angry at the mention of him.

“Am I right in thinking you’ve got him imprisoned here?”

“Yes, he’s a traitor to Asgard.” Odin spat.

“But today of all days—”

“He is a traitor y/n.” Odin insisted

“He deserves to say goodbye too, she was his moth—”

“No.”

“Ple—”

“No!” He thundered causing some of your guards to push through the door before you stood, gesturing them away. Once you had assured them that you were fine, you turned your focus onto Odin again.

“Apologies for the intrusion but you’d do well to remember that I’m not the child that left Asgard, I am a queen, the queen of the nine and therefore your superior. My asking was a kindnesses, but now, I order it.” You spoke firmly. Odin narrowed his gaze slightly, jaw clenching again as you studied his expression, finding it hard to remember that he wasn’t actually Loki's biological father despite their uncanny resemblance in this moment. Exhaling, Odin relaxed.

“No, you aren’t the same y/n that left here, although, I see your devotion to Loki hasn’t changed.”

You opened your mouth to answer before he spoke again.

“Very well, Loki has today, he’ll have to return to the dungeons this time tomorrow and not a moment later.”

“Thank you.” You smiled curtly before turning to leave.

“And y/n, you’d do well to remember that you are a guest in my realm.” Odin asserted almost warningly, causing you to pause.

“And yet, I’m more powerful than you in it” you answered, flicking your wrist as you turned to face him again before an apple appeared in your hand.

“What’s this?” Odin scoffed.

“A ticket” you stated “one night, one bite and you’ll be reunited with her although only briefly, your time isn’t now.” You finished in a whisper, handing him the apple as a gift for allowing you to see Loki as well as a demonstration of your power.

“Thank you.” He nodded earnestly before you left.

“Please, release Loki.” You instructed Thor.

Once Thor had left, you busied yourself in the throne room, taking the time to sit and appreciate the view from Asgards Throne.

“It suits you, regality.”

“And yet a throne would suit you ill Loki.” You answered, gaze focusing on the man walking out from behind a pillar.

“Would it?” He questioned, stepping towards you.

“You’d realise that a throne doesn’t change anything, you’d still be a Jotun, you’d still feel unloved and you’d still be angry Loki, just all whilst sitting on a throne.” You explained.

“A throne nonetheless.” He shrugged as he reached you before kneeling, picking your hand up and placing a kiss at the back of it. “Y/n.” He addressed fondly.

“Hello Loki.” You grinned, Loki reciprocating your smile. Standing up, you threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. “I’m sorry for your loss.” You spoke into his chest as he held you tighter before pulling back, cupping your cheeks.

“Thank you, for giving me today.”

Nodding, you hugged him again.

The ceremony for Frigga was pleasant, although still. Asgard was grieving their queen, an irreplaceable force. Following the official ceremony was a party celebrating her life and rein. This event was a lot more joyous, upbeat.

A plethora of staff greeted you, having remembered you from when you were younger, praising the woman you had grown into. As well as that, there were kings and queens from other realms saluting you, thanking you.

“Care to dance?” Loki offered as he approached you leaving some of the other royals shocked at his brazy behavior; they obviously didn’t know your history with him.

“Very well.” You accepted, placing your hand in his open one.

Loki held you against him as you began waltzing around the room, nearly all eyes on you both.

“Do you remember in our youth when we’d sneak in here and pretend it was our wedding?” Loki recalled as you smiled zealously.

“And we’d pretend our juice was wine.” You added.

“Before we grew older and realised that wine wasn’t actually all that pleasant.” Loki chuckled.

“Yes, then we realised that if we were to actually wed, we wouldn’t finish the night drinking wine.” You snickered.

“No, we discovered something else.” He spoke teasingly before dipping you, your eyes focused intensely on one another’s before he slowly picked you up again, holding you firmly against him as the moment passed.

“So” you began, clearing your throat “in your conquest to take over half the realms, did you encounter any loving princesses, or maybe a prince?” You queried.

“A bit of both” he answered, a pang of jealousy reverberating through you “I expect the same as you but nothing that ever compared to my first love, to you.” He finished, his hands finding your waist as you lifted your head from his chest.

“I fear I wasn’t your first love Loki.” You admitted, Loki’s brows knitting questioningly. “Your first love, your first companion was dejection” you explained, hand running through his hair “I only wish I had entered your life sooner, maybe things would have turned out differently.”

Loki closed his eyes, hand finding the small of your back as you continued swaying.

“Maybe not.” He uttered.

Once the night drew to an end, you as well as the other guest royals were escorted to your rooms for the night. Loki insisted he escort you so halfway though you told your men to head to bed. The both of you walked, back of your hands touching occasionally. When you reached your door, you found yourself wishing the walk was longer.

“Tonight was—” you started.

“Delightful.” Loki finished.

“Yes, delightful.” You agreed, your eyes meeting again.

“Well, goodnight y/n.” Loki bid leaving you feeling a little forlorn.

“Goodnight Loki.” You smiled curtly before turning and opening the door, closing it behind you as your back hit the door with a thump and a sigh. You thought about Loki, about opening the door, hugging him, kissing him. You thought about the possibility of this being the last time you see him, the last time you touch him. Your mind swam with questions, thoughts, regrets before you decided you’d quickly chase after Loki. Turning, you swung the door open before being met by Loki who was still facing it. Exchanging a small laugh between you both, you kissed him deeply, Loki reciprocating your eagerness before you pulled him inside, closing the door behind him. Loki was quick to discard of both your clothes, kneeling once again as he kissed your stomach. He lifted your legs, helping you step out of your underwear before he was exploring your centre with his mouth. It felt like old times again, your relationship restored in a matter of hours like no time had passed. As always, he had you a moaning mess before laying you against the bed and kissing you passionately. You widened your legs as he positioned himself between them, kissing your neck as he rutted against you.

“I want you.” You spoke softly, looking up at him as you smoothed his hair out of his face.

“I’m right here y/n.” He answered, taking your hand and kissing it before entering you. You both moaned as Loki bottomed out, lacing his fingers with yours.

The sex was slow, intimate, consuming. Each calculated thrust erased decades away from each other, every round removing centuries. Your mind expunged the hurt, the betrayal, the desolation as he drove into you, chest pressed to yours. You could feel his heartbeat, feel his breath tickling your ear, feel him evading you in the most pleasant way. You hadn’t realised how much your body yearned for his, how much you had missed his tender touch, his warm embrace, the sound of him in your ear as he came. The night was a loving, sweaty, close odyssey.

When you awoke, it was to the rays of light beaming in and the feeling of Lokis chest pressed to your back as you slumbered in a naked nirvana. You stayed like that for a while, pressed together as the daunting knowledge of this being the last morning of you both like this dawned upon you. You enjoyed it nonetheless regardless of whether this feeling was fleeting.

“Goodmorning.” Loki smiled, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Morning.” You answered, spinning in his grip to kiss him properly.

Eventually you both moved your affections to the washroom, fucking against the wall before relaxing in a pool of warmth. You sat between Loki’s legs as he pulled your back against him, both of you melting into the water.

“I don’t want this day to end.” You murmured as if your quietness made reality less real.

“I know my inamorata” Loki replied, kissing your shoulder, the familiar moniker sending a shiver down your spine “but I must face the consequences of my own actions.” He finished causing you to sigh.

“Regality suits me but I’m just lonely, Loki. I govern all nine realms, billions of beings and yet I’m so lonely, a throne changes nothing.” You laughed mirthlessly.

“As long as I live, you’ll never be alone, I’ll always be here.” Loki insisted, kissing your neck.

Once you were out of the bath and dressed, the guards began preparing for Loki’s return but you had other ideas. You couldn’t face life alone again. You couldn’t leave without Loki. Despite him previously abandoning you, you couldn’t do the same to him, not now. When Thor knocked your door, knowing Loki was with you, you began executing your plan.

“I require an audience with Odin.” You began, Loki’s brows knitting in confusion.

“Okay.” Thor answered unsure.

“And I require Loki’s presence too.”

“Y/n.” Loki called.

“Get it done Thor.”

As planned, Thor had arranged a meeting with Odin just before it was time for Loki to return. On the journey to the throne room, you briefed Loki on the plan. He agreed, still wanting to do his time. When you approached, you sauntered in confidently.

“Loki is leaving with me.” You declared.

“That’s absurd!” Odin scoffed.

“Make no mistake, he will not be a free man, he will serve his time but in my home realm.” You delved.

“I forbid it.” Odin spat.

“You cannot have a prince locked up in the dungeons of his home realm, that’s what’s absurd.”

Odin remained silent for a few moments seemingly thinking.

“I’d be happy to have your guards watch him but he will be on my soil, think of it as me taking him off of your hands.”

“Fine” Odin relented “but when the time comes, I’ll require a favour from you.”

“Simply call for me.” You agreed and just like that, Loki was coming home with you. Reunited, at last.

“Fine” Odin gave up “but when the time comes, I’ll require a favour from you.”

“Simply call for me.” You agreed and just like that, Loki was coming home with you. Reunited, at last.

“Simply call for me.” You agreed and just like that, Loki was coming home with you. The two of you reunited, at last.

[jiyascepter]

Happy 1k omg !! I wanted to request smth for loki + "I'd run away and hide with you / I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too" from daddy issues by the neighborhood bc I think that song suits him so much haha

Run Away

MASTERLIST The Tunes & Tales Collection (Masterlist Soon!)

Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Words: 576

Prompt: -> "I'd run away and hide with you / I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too"

-> "We're like two fingers of the same hand The Hand of Fate writing on the sand"

-> "I'm gonna run away with you Gonna run away into your eyes blue I'm gonna run away with you I'm gonna run away into your eyes blue"

Requested by: @eleniblue & annonie 𖹭

Warnings/Content: Angst/hurt/comfort; mentions of leaving home, kisses

Summary: You and Loki decide to run away.

A/n: Thank you for requesting anon and @eleniblue! These two prompts were so alike to me that I couldn't help but merge the story with them, I hope it's not a problem 𖹭 hope you both like the story, thank you soo much for requesting 🥰

In the quiet of the moonlit forest, you stood on the edge of the realm you called home, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration. The shadows of your father's castle loomed behind you, a constant reminder of the life you were about to leave behind. Born a princess, you had always been a light of your father’s heart.

But tonight, everything was going to fade behind. Because you had fallen for the prince of Asgard, the snarky son of Odin, Loki. His presence was like a magnetic pull to you, his charm and wittiness had found a way to your heart.

He was everything you weren't—serious, witty, and often shrouded in a snarky demeanor. Yet, beneath that exterior, you had found his kindred spirit. And you absolutely loved it.

“We're like two fingers of the same hand,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you reached out to him.

“The Hand of Fate writing on the sand,” Loki completed, his blue eyes piercing through the darkness, filled with the same longing that mirrored yours.

You both were away from the castle grounds, away from the eyes of the guards. Because if they were to see him, not even a second would pass by and they would start greeting him with arrows.

“I can’t stay here anymore,” you say, your voice oozing with emotions. “Father won’t let me marry you, but I can’t bear the thought of not being with you.”

That was true for both of you. And not only the idea of marrying, the thought of his daughter meeting Prince Loki of Asgard was absolutely infuriating to your father. Same could be said for Odin, his rival for centuries.

He looks down at you, cupping your face in his hands. “Run away with me, darling.”

You felt a tear escape, trailing down your cheek and nodding while you gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. “I'm gonna run away with you,” you echoed.

Loki stepped closer, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you into him with a fervent need. He pressed his forehead against yours, so close you could hear his breathing. You were both scared, leaving your royal pasts would not be an easy thing.

But you were both tired of being tied down from the restraints of both of your fathers.

He gazed down at you with his soft eyes, his lips found yours, the kiss passionate and urgent, a desperate mingling of love and sorrow. Your fingers delved into his dark hair, and you felt his heart beating against your own, fast and fervent.

Breaking the kiss, Loki rested his forehead against yours again, his breath mingling with yours. "But…are you sure about this? About running away with someone like…me?” His eyes showed vulnerability that you rarely got to see.

You smiled at him, “Who else can I run away except you, Loki?” You touched his hand against your face, “I’ve never been so sure of anything.”

When you both finally broke apart, you took a glance at your home, the beautiful castle you had lived all your life in. “We’ll be outlaws,” you said, a touch of your usual cheerfulness creeping back into your voice.

Loki chuckled, though his heart ached. “Then let’s be the most legendary outlaws the realms have ever seen, right my sweet?”

He took your hand in his, radiating his charming smile before you two slipped away into the night.

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[furbynurby]

Onesie

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Loki doesn’t want children because of his past, that’s before he found a box of your things.

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst

Word Count: 820

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A/N: This might not be most people’s cup of tea, but I was sure feeling it today lol, enjoy <3

You were going to be moving into his place soon, remants of clothing and accessories scattered across the room. He took a deat at the edge of your bed, glancing at the box before him. Without a second thought he grabbed it, pulling it towards the bed.

He opened the box, the rough cardboard scraping against his skin. The box looked aged and worn, seeming to be pretty used. Lifting each of the flaps he peeked inside. He knew it wasn’t right, he shouldn’t be invading your personal space but it called to him, for some odd reason or another.

At first glance it look like just some old pile of clothes, some neatly folded while others lay in disheveled heaps. There were a few toys, scattered here and there, and what looked like to be bottles. He didn’t know what to think as he reached inside, grabbing out an article of clothing before letting unfurl to its full length before him. It was a tiny thing, no larger than a foot he assumed. The fabric was soft and fuzzy, the design sweet and simple adorned with little bears that decorated every corner. He picked up another one, this time a little bigger with the word ‘princess’ labled on it, then another, and another, and once more. ‘Mommy’s girl’, he stilled, all he did was stare at it, such a small little thing. It hung limply in his hands, he didn’t notice when his palms started clam up or his fingertips tremble, or even the soft creek of the door opening beside him.

“Loki?” Your voice rang out, sweet and gentle, breaking the silence. Loki longed to hear you speak whenever he could, but he didn’t look up, even as he saw you examining him in the corner of his eyes.

With a small gasp you rushed over, snatching the onesie out of his arm’s before tossing it back in the box.

“I’m sorry,” your voice small and distant, “I was supposed to donate those.”

Your hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, as you always did when you were nervous.

“I-.”

“Why do you have them?” He was surprised at the sound of his own voice leaving his lips, he hadn’t wished to sound so rough. He knew how timid you could be, especially after everything you’ve been through.

Your voice trembled as you spoke, “I collected them, but,” you hesitated, “but I don’t anymore.”

He nodded, taking in your features. Your brows furrowed and your eyes shone with unshed tears.

“Do you want children?” You had discussed it before, both agreeing that you hadn’t needed them, content with just the two of you.

“I… I do- or well I did, but after you I really don’t need anything else… really.” You exclaimed, sitting at the side of the bed him. You took it his hand in yours, your voice choking up the words you were about to say. “Please… um please don’t leave.”

At first, he wanted to. And for a moment, he thought he was going to do just that. Why would he be with someone, who so obviously wanted something so much that he just couldn’t give, but one glance at your face stole it all away. The way your body shook, and your beautiful eyes poured silent tears, and your voice that pleaded for him stay. God you were gorgeous.

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

As much as Loki knew the right thing to do was to leave, and let you be with someone that could give you everything you’d ever deserve and want. He couldn’t, he was a selfish god and that would never change. Therefore, he let himself dream. To invision a perfect future with you, where you were both together, settled in a home. Maybe a ring on his left hand, and yours with one too. Maybe he could dream about midnight dances and evening talks. Perhaps, if he thought just a little longer, he could hear the pitter-patter of little feet running around the house, filled with sounds of laughter and joy, and the overwhelming sensation happiness and love that swelled within him.

“Promise,” he said. You nodded meekly. His heart ached at the sight. He pulled you into him, your face nestling in the side of his neck releasing a quiet sob.

“I love you, Loki,” you murmured.

“I love you too,” he replied, kissing the top of your head. He didn’t tell you just yet what he felt. The way you opened him just a little more, when he imagined you with a sweet little bundle in your arms, and the happiest look he’d ever see splayed across your face. He wasn’t ready, not for awhile. He didn’t know if he would ever be, but just the thought of you, with a baby that was his chipped away at the cage around his heart just a little too deep.

[kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay]

Ferris Wheel 🎡

Summary: You and Loki spend a day at the local fair. You finish the experience with a ride on the ferris wheel

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 565

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff

Author's note: I found this little piece hidden away in my writing challenge folder. It was meant for a challenge hosted in Feburary, but it seems after finishing it within the set time, I just forgot about it and never posted it?

Don't ask me, man, my brain is weird. Just enjoy the bit of fluffy, innocent sweetness.

...

You impatiently shift in your seat, the gondola you're sitting in creaking and swinging with your movements as you wait for it to reach the highest point of the ferris wheel.

Loki sits opposite from you, his long legs crossed as he watches you fidget about excitedly. He seems unimpressed, but you know him and his games of pretend.

“There we go,” you exclaim and get up from your seat, climbing onto it knees first to lean against the glass and stare outside.

The gondola jolts to a stop, giving the two of you a few moments to take in the sight laid out before you.

“I can't remember the last time I've been on a ferris wheel,” you sigh happily. “It's definitely been too long.”

Loki hums and uncrosses his legs. He moves from his spot on the worn bench opposite you and glances past you at the lit up stalls below selling all kinds of sweets and savoury snacks to the eager fair visitors bustling about.

The lights twinkle in the dark, colourful bulbs and flashing decorations giving way to the warm lights of the city shining beyond the fair.

“It's probably boring compared to your home place, what with all the grand architecture and stuff like that,” you note with a slight shrug.

Loki hums again, his body shifting behind you until his front is just slightly brushing your back.

You see his pale face in the reflection of the stained glass, his eyes sweeping over the landscape below before settling on you.

“Asgard was grand, yes. And while earth is a little more... quaint than the grand halls of the golden city, it is true. It's raw and rough, but-” he hesitates, gaze flickering down to the fairgoers and back to you.

“You're here. You like it here, you want to show me things you enjoy. And I do not care if you think I might find them dull, because I would never disregard something that brings you joy.”

The gondola jolts once more as it begins its descent and you turn in your seat, still balancing on it on your knees.

“That is very sweet of you to say,” you say with a shy smile, hands reaching out to place them on his shoulders for balance.

Loki returns your smile and cups your face with a cool hand, fingertips skating along your jawline.

“Sweet, just as you are,” he returns and leans in to peck your lips.

One last jolt announces the final stop of your gondola and on cue, the old door of the gondola creaks open and lets in a cold gust of wind.

The straight-faced operator waits impatiently by the door, gesturing for the two of you to get out.

“We will remain for one more ride, yes?” Loki asks, no, tells the lanky man, and to your surprise, no words of protest are uttered. The operator merely closes the door again and turns away to wait for the next little capsule to arrive.

“What-” you begin to ask, but Loki silences you with a finger to your lips.

“I have my ways,” he says with a wink and then grabs your shoulders to turn you back around in your seat so you can watch the landscape during your ascent. “Let's enjoy this moment while it lasts.”

[lokischickadee]

HE IS ADORABLE!!!!!!😫😫

[autumnvine]

Yn: Tom I don't want to go to work

Tom: What's wrong? I thought you liked it

Yn: I dooo but it's not in bed, and I'm in bed and I don't want to get out my bed. Your off and I'm not . Pouts

Tom: Your bed?

Yn: Our bed

Tom laughing, picks up the phone, calls your work

Tom: "Yn isn't coming in today, she'll be spending today with her husband.

Tom: There, go back to sleep with me, now we're both off. We have the whole day together to stay in bed.

[holdmytesseract]

Ok, here's one of like three ideas I had for your Lyric Drabble Fest!

Lyric: "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive"

from "Iris" by the GooGoo Dolls

I think it may be a good angsty prompt for a Tom fic! (esp the lyric about life being like the movies) But, like I say, you'll probably get more. :)

a/n: Ahhh, first of all... I am so so sorry @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 that it took me sooo long to write your drabbles. 🥺 You've been one of the first who send me a request... I feel so bad... 🥺 I really hope you're not mad at me... 🥺 And I also really hope that you like what I wrote. ☺️ I love this song! 🥰

Warnings: this is quite sad... mentions of breakup, divorce, angst, nevertheless there's a bit fluff, dad!Tommy

Word Count: 1030

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @muddyorbs @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @loki-laufeyson-1054 @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

Nightmare Turned Reality

Tom walked over to his big kitchen counter; two glasses with one of the finest bourbon whiskeys in hands. With a soft thud, he placed one of the glasses on the counter, in front of his best friend, who sat on one of the bar stools. "There you go." He said, sitting down beside Benedict with his own glass in hands. "Thanks, mate." The dark-haired Brit took a small sip of the alcohol, tasting the flavour on his tongue. "So... It's final?" Benedict asked rueful, actually not wanting to ask this question - but he had to. Tom swallowed hard, took a big sip of the bourbon, but nodded meekly. "It's final, yes. We..." He had to take a deep breath, in order to control his upcoming emotions. "Y/N and I, we... We're getting divorced, yes. If everything goes by plan, we are going to sign the papers in two weeks." Ben had to swallow as well now.

He had seen it; witnessed it... Tom's and your relationship going downhill. You and him were such a sweet, wonderful couple. Five, almost six years everything had been dreamlike. Sure, there were arguments and fights, but that was normal. Every couple went through that. It couldn't always be sunshine and rainbows. You were so in love; the both of you never thinking that you could fall out of love again... But it happened. Neither you, nor Tom could mark the beginning of the end. It just... Was there one day.

Perhaps everything went too fast... Marrying barely after two years... Having a baby after one year... Maybe that was it. Or perhaps it was the publicity and the fact that Tom was famous. You weren't - which wasn't a problem at all. You were not even close to the film industry. You were a hairdresser - and the most beautiful woman in the- Tom shook his head. It was over. You often told him it was a lot for you to handle. The press, the publicity, the fame... Maybe it was too much in the end.

"Tom... Evie. What..." The actor's best friend started, swallowing hard. "What is going to happen with-" "Daddy?" As if on cue, Benedict got interrupted by said little girl. Evie stood in the door frame of the living room, rubbing her eyes with one hand and clutching her way too big stuffed animal - a koala against her chest with the other arm. She was dressed in her violet nightie; actually, supposed to be asleep this late. Tom could see a few dried tears on her cheeks and the redness of her eyes. He had a guess... "Hey, baby girl." He cooed, immediately getting up from the bar stool and walking over to her. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" "Had a nightmare, daddy." She snivelled, causing his heart to break for his daughter. Nightmares were cruel sometimes. "Oh no, I'm so sorry this happened to you." Tom immediately picked her up in his arms and exchanged a look with his friend, who nodded with a soft, sad smile. The two friends didn't need words to communicate. "C'mon, sweetie... I'm going to tuck you in again, okay?" Evie nodded against his shoulder. "Mhm."

Tom carried his daughter back in her nursery, where he sat down on her bed, still cradling her in his arms. Of course, she was way too big for his arms and lap now, but still. It gave her the feeling of safety and comfort. "What was the nightmare about, baby girl? Can you remember?" "Mhm." She mumbled and readjusted herself in her father's lap, snuggling close against his chest, blonde-brown curls bobbing. She had the same hair like her dad when he was younger. "Do you want to talk about it?" Another nod from the small girl. "You and mommy were shouting at each other." Evie started, causing a cold shiver to run down Tom's spine. "It was so loud and frightening, I covered my ears and sat in the corner, crying. Then you said you didn't love mommy anymore, a-and that you are going to leave. I-I was so afraid that you are going to leave me, daddy." Tom swallowed hard; his heart breaking completely now. Unbeknownst to his daughter wasn't her dream just a nightmare... It was reality. How... How on earth should he or you ever tell her? It would hurt her so bad. Hence, it already did...

Tom squeezed his eyes shut, deciding to focusing on the here and now. "First of all..." He started, cuddling his frightened daughter even closer. "Daddy is never going to leave you, okay? Never." "Promise?" Evie mumbled, holding onto her father for dear life. "Yes. I promise. You are the most precious thing in my life. I can't live without you, baby girl." To underline his words, Tom pressed a firm kiss on the top of her head. "Secondly... It was just a dream, sweetie. It's all in your little head. A dream can't harm you." He hated himself for lying to his daughter, but what choice did he have? Telling her and making a little girl's nightmares come true? No, he couldn't do this. He didn't have the heart to do this. The Brit's heart started to bleed even more, clenching with pain. Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive, Tom thought, fighting the tears so hard. "I'm here, okay? You don't have to be afraid." Evie didn't answer, just tried to be as close to her dad as possible. "Can you stay until I sleep in again?" "Of course, sweetie. Just let me say goodbye to uncle Ben, okay?" "Okay."

Tom quickly left the nursery again to explain the situation to his best friend. Ben understood, of course, and left right away. After that, Tom crawled into the way too small bed for the tall man, and enveloped his daughter, giving her again the feeling of safety. "That okay, sweetie?" "Uh.Huh."

Evie had been long asleep again, when Tom still laid inside the bed, eyes wide opened, glued to the unicorn night light. He couldn't sleep; the guilt of lying to his daughter eating him up inside. Why was life so cruel sometimes?

[smirkingkitten]

Reading list November 2023

It's December and that doesn't just mean the Christmas season starts and it's the time for cozy evenings with candles, blankets and a hot chocolate, but also: it's time for another reading list.

It feels like it's been so long since Loki graced us with a new episode every week. I'm still not quite over the ending, although this interview did heal my poor heart a little, if only just a bit. I hope you're coping well with the ending. And now, happy reading.

✨And don't forget to reblog the storys you read to support all these lovely writers.✨

My other Reading lists can be found in my Fanfiction Bookshelf.

Series | Collections | Multi Parts

The Redbridge Hunts @fanficshiddles

8 Chapters (on going) | Vampire!Loki | fluff

prev. | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8

Summary: Claire moves to Demsdale to take up a new job as an assistant teacher for one Loki Laufeyson. She's also very intrigued with all of the rumours within the borough of Redbridge. However, as she starts to fall for Loki's charm and good looks, she also learns that all of the rumours might not just be rumours after all.

Double Cross @gigglingtiggerv2

12 chapters (on going) | Jaguar Villain!Tom | dark, smut

Summary: In Dante’s inferno, the Eighth Circle of Hell was reserved for liars, panderers, thieves and murderers.  For the criminal underworld it is an opulent London club, representing neutral territory where deals can be made, grievances aired and scores settled.

For the owner, Thomas Cross, it is his own private kingdom, one where he makes the rules and wields absolute authority. Recently, however, that authority has come under threat.  In order to maintain his standing and the Club’s ruthless reputation, it is imperative he find the perpetrator.

In this violent place, where lies are currency and everyone has their own agenda, who can he trust? Certainly not Verity Williams, the talented thief who has her own reasons for infiltrating his organisation. 

Neither can deny the sparks that fly whenever they’re together, but if he’s not careful, will those sparks burn down everything he’s created?

Déchiré @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

7 chapters (on going) | Loki, Bucky, Captain America | smut

You are a HYDRA agent sent to infiltrate the notorious Avengers, to tear them apart in the worst way possible in order to make them vulnerable to attack. In the midst of the wild heat you generate, three suitors take your bait.

One Shots

Firestarter @delaber

4,2k | AvengersMovie!Loki | smut, hatefucking

Rule Number One @just-the-hiddles

medium | Jonathan Pine | smut, dom/sub, daddy, spanking

Gorgeous @ghostofskywalker

1,2k | Avenger!Loki | fluff

Heavy Petting @wheredafandomat

800 | Loki | smut

I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch @wheredafandomat

short | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Aftercare @sarahscribbles

680 | Loki | fluff, spicy

If I was your best friend @wheredafandomat

medium | Loki | smut

Worshiped by a God @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | fluff, smut

Best of Friends @just-the-hiddles

long | Actor!Tom Hiddleston | fluff, friends to lovers

Duty of Care @muddyorbsblr

1,9k | Jonathan Pine | smut, fluff

Winter Warmers: A Winters Night on Asgard @lokischambermaid

930 | Asgard!Loki | fluff

The Sandwich Incident @holdmytesseract

1,2k | Tom Hiddleston | fluff, humour

My Girl @lokisgoodgirl

1,8k | Avenger!Loki | smut, man-bun

Lactation @viviluvssmut

1k | Loki | smut, oral (f reserving)

Drabbles

Don't Move, Darling @sarahscribbles

1,1k | Loki | smut, teasing, edging

Time slipping @wheredafandomat

600 | TVA Loki | smut, hurt/comfort

praise kink, gagging, hickies @ragnarachael

short | Jonathan Pine | smut, daddy kink

Headcanons

Loki and the Watcher @benevolentgodloki

✨Happy reading 😊✨

Back to my Fanfiction Bookshelf

Many of the fanfictions are 18+, so if you're under 18, don't read them.

[ancientwastedlores]

FREED BY FATE (PT 2)

Find Part 1 here

WARNINGS: None

WORD COUNT: 966

A few hours before the wedding, the atmosphere was a tangible mixture of nervous anticipation and frenzied excitement. Kate was on the bride's side, caught up in a whirl of satin and lace, champagne and laughter, as Honoria readied herself to step into the new phase of her life. She looked breathtaking, radiant in her happiness - or maybe it was the glint of relief that reflected in her eyes as the reality of retaining her inheritance drew nearer.

On the other side, things were starkly different. You were with Tom, helping him with the last-minute preparations. His suit hung untouched, the rich fabric glimmering under the soft light. The cufflinks, a gift from his mother, lay neatly on the dresser. His groomsmen's gifts, hand-picked by you, were wrapped meticulously, awaiting distribution.

Yet, there was a palpable tension in the air. Tom was quiet, his silence unnerving. His friends looked worried, stealing glances at him and whispering amongst themselves. Their jovial banter from the previous night had disappeared, replaced by an uneasy quietude.

"Tom," you began, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He flinched slightly, startled, and looked at you. "Are you okay?"

He laughed humorlessly, running a hand through his hair. "What do you think, Y/N?"

The air around you shifted as the groomsmen recognized something was going on. The group excused itself from the room, leaving you alone with Tom. He watched them leave before turning to look at you, his eyes a whirlpool of emotions.

“You still have time. You can still leave.” 

"I can't, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have no choice."

"But you do, Tom," you insisted, holding his gaze. "You always have a choice."

For a moment, he looked like he might argue. But then he sighed, dropping his gaze to the floor. "I can't let Honoria lose everything. And it's not just about the money or the inheritance. It's... it's about her dignity. Her legacy."

"And what about you, Tom?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. "What about your happiness?"

Tom fell silent, his expression hard to read. "I... I don't know, Y/N."

You looked at him, your heart aching. You had seen this man in moments of joy and sadness and watched him prepare for the biggest day of his life with a resignation that was heartbreaking. And now, as you stood there, you realized just how deeply you cared for him.

The silence stretched on, filled with unspoken words and hidden emotions. Finally, you decided to break it, "Tom, I..."

He held his finger against your lips, the touch igniting a fire inside you. "Y/N, don't. I can't... I can't hear it right now."

"But, Tom..."

"I appreciate everything you've done for me. For us," he said, his voice hoarse. "I just... I need some time."

Nodding, you excused yourself, leaving Tom alone with his thoughts. 

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The next time you saw Tom, he was in a suit. The sight of it took your breath away, and you couldn’t stop your heart from dropping to your knees. He looked gorgeous, almost surreal. The impeccably tailored suit hugged his form, accentuating his lean physique. His hair was styled to perfection, a few stray locks playfully falling over his forehead. And his eyes, oh, his eyes were a tumult of emotions - nervousness, anticipation, and a hidden sadness that only you seemed to perceive.

He went on to distribute the groomsmen's gifts, each one met with a chorus of appreciative remarks and brotherly jests. His friends clapped his back and murmured words of encouragement into his ear, but all their joviality couldn’t mask the concern in their eyes.

And then, it was time for his speech. Tom stood at the head of the room, his gaze scanning over his friends and family. The room fell into a hushed silence as he cleared his throat.

"I want to thank all of you for being here," he began, his voice steady. "This day...this day wouldn't have been possible without each and every one of you."

You watched from the sidelines, your heart echoing with a dull ache. The air seemed to thin around you as you saw him standing there, on the brink of a decision that he wasn't entirely at peace with. It felt like watching a scene from a tragic play, beautiful yet heartbreaking.

The car ride to the venue was quiet. The bustling cityscape of London rushed by in a blur, reflecting your tumultuous thoughts. Beside you, Tom sat, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery, lost in his thoughts.

And then, he broke the silence.

"Y/N..." he murmured, turning to look at you. His voice was soft, hesitant as if he was grappling with the words. "There's something I need to tell you."

Your heart pounded in your chest, a flurry of emotions coursing through you. "Yes, Tom?" you managed to ask, bracing yourself for what was to come.

"I..." he began, faltering for a moment before taking a deep breath, "... I care for you. More than I should, more than is appropriate, given... everything."

Your breath hitched in your throat. "Tom..."

"No, let me finish," he said, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I know it's too late. I know that... well, I am about to marry Honoria. But I... I can't stand the thought of not telling you how I feel."

Your heart felt heavy in your chest. All the unsaid words, all the hidden emotions - they were out in the open now. But it was too late. A sense of bittersweet relief washed over you tinged with regret and an inexplicable pain. But for now, you could do nothing but offer him a weak smile and a whispered, "I know, Tom. I know."

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[lokiusly]

The TVA crew could give Loki anything for her birthday, and she would still love it.

TVA merch? She put it on immediately.

A laser pointer from OBs workshop? Hell yeah she’s saving that for emergencies.

A TVA ID card and a baggie with tokens? Her heart soars. She’s part of the crew, she belongs somewhere. She’s happy.