#tom hiddleston blurb

[vbecker10]

Stop Saying it Like That

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Just a little blurb based off the meme below (from Loki:intotheowenverse), hope you like it 💚

"Loki, you need to stop saying it like that," you laugh, shaking your head as he opens the door to the small bakery for you.

He follows you out onto the street carrying a small box full of treats, "Saying what?"

You stop, clearing your throat so you can do your best impression of your boyfriend's accent, "Enjoy the next twenty-four hours."

The God of Mischief chuckles at your poor attempt, "Was that supposed to sound like me?"

"I sounded exactly like you," you answer with a wide smile despite knowing it wasn't even close.

"Look, that's not my point," laughing as you try to get the conversation back on track. "Its really creepy when you say it like that," you inform him.

He wraps his free arm around your waist and starts walking again, leading you back towards the Tower. "It was truly awful darling," Loki shakes his head with a smile.

"Creepy?" he raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you.

"Don't act like you have no idea what I'm talking about," you roll your eyes. "It literally sounds like a threat, like they only have twenty-four hours left to live or something."

He chuckles, "Trust me darling, when I threaten people they know." You sigh, trying to look annoyed but he bends to kiss your cheek and your smile slips free. "What would you prefer I say?" he asks genuinely curious.

"Just say 'have a good day'," you tell him.

"Y/N, that's the same thing," Loki states and you shake your head. Before you can argue back he presses his lips to yours to silence you. "Fine, I will try that next time," he agrees and you smile.

Loki walks with you in comfortable silence for two more blocks, his arm still around your waist, slowing his pace when he notices your attention is caught by the bouquets outside a flower shop. "See something you like?" he asks as you both stop in front of the colorful display of mixed flowers.

You smile, pointing to a bundle of your favorite flowers. Loki picks them up and you follow him into the shop where he pays the employee.

She hands Loki his change, he looks down at you briefly then back at the woman behind the counter. "Have a good day, mortal," he tells her with a wide smirk that causes the florist to let out a nervous laugh before thanking him quietly.

You walk back outside, your flowers in one hand and swat Loki's chest lightly in a joking manner. He chuckles, "What did I do wrong now? I told her to have a good day like you insisted."

"Mortal?" you tilt your head and look up at him.

"Would 'human' have been better?" he smiles.

You ignore his question, knowing he is only asking to see your reaction. "And the evil smirk, really?"

"Evil?" Loki let's go of your waist, putting his hand over his heart dramatically. "You wound me Y/N."

You laugh, reaching up to kiss his cheek when he tries to act as if he's offended. "You're cute when you're being annoying on purpose," you tell him and he chuckles, holding on to you again.

"I'm glad someone thinks so," he smiles.

"But stop talking to people when we go out," you add with a laugh.

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Loki x reader blurb [fluff]

Prompt: smiling while kissing

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warnings: none, just not proofread

word count: 220

It wouldn't be foolish to think that Loki and yourself had been separated for some time. How you held onto each other closely resembled that of a couple reuniting after a long period.

Although the two of you usually are that couple, who cannot keep their hands off one another after extended times apart, that was not the case this day. The feeling of Loki's soft lips on yours, and his even softer hair in between your fingers are all you can think of right now. You both simply loved one another.

You hadn't even realised you were doing it until he did the same before he pulled away ever so slightly - and stated "You're smiling." he wasn't complaining - you knew that, assuming he wanted a response, you just responded with "I know. I'm just so in love with you," before reconnecting your lips with his, the smile still on your lips.

He was more than satisfied with your answer and didn't need to respond for you to know that he felt the same. His hand moved to your face lovingly as he continued to kiss you - and you felt the passion and love behind his actions.

And you couldn't help but smile once again - feeling so happy with being with your favourite person and God in the entire universe.

[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.

[holdmytesseract]

Y/N, tiptoeing towards the bedroom after a long and tiring day of meetings...

Y/N: *opens door quietly, whispers* Babe? Are you still awake? Are the kids in- *cuts off own sentence at the sight in front of her*

Loki: *lays on his side of the bed, shirtless and in grey sweatpants, raven curls spilled all over the pillow; illuminated by the warm, dimmed light; book loosely in one hand; fast asleep, snoring softly*

Ella: *lays draped over her father's free arm; cuddled against his shoulder; wearing her Disney princess pyjamas and emerald green woollen socks; loose strands of wild, black curls falling over her sweet face; being fast asleep as well*

Narfi: *swaddled in his warm, soft, teddy bear blanket; sleeping on Loki's chest; tiny, cerulean hands clawed in the skin of his father's pecs, holding on for dear life; dummy in his mouth*

Y/N: *feels her ovaries exploding* Awww... My babies. So sweet... *coos quietly*

Y/N: *eyes settle on Loki, stares, unable to take her eyes off her husband; hormones still running wild* My baby daddy... So cute - and sexy...

Y/N: *switches between melting into a puddle on the floor and biting her lip in order to suppress her arousal*

a/n: Well... This just came into my mind. 🥰🫠 Thought I should share it! 😉

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[yup-thats-me]

TOM HIDDLESTON

🍓= nsfw

◇ funfair

↳ a funfair date with him

◇ happy birthday, my love

↳a special present for a special day 🍓

◇ pets can help!

↳your two canine friends help you and Tom make up after your break up

◇ valentine's with him hc

◇ insta au

◇ cuddles please

↳a very tired Tom needs his daily dose of cuddles from his darling girl

◇ the night we met

↳ the night they met, quite literally

◇ our dreams

↳ your dreams of having little Tom's and you's running around, are coming to be

◇ christmas trees

↳ you two decide what type of Christmas tree to get

◇ christmas carols

↳ Tom sings carols to see a smile on your lips

[raqnarokr]

Chapter 5 - Museum Date

Moodboard made by me (credits of the gif and pictures goes to the respective owners)

Pairing || Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Summary || Loki takes you on a museum date.

Word count || Around 400

Warnings and Contents || Fluff, mention of space, Loki is a feminist, Captain America exhibit cameo

Author's note || The exhibitions that are referenced on this headcanons are from the Smithsonian museum website.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language, so my apologies for any misunderstandings or mistakes.

→ Headcanons (Loki Edition) Masterlist

Loki loves going to museums. It's one of his favorite things to do in his free time.

He loves getting to know about historical places and moments, paintings, weapons and even books and statues.

He would invite you to go on a museum date.

The museum he chooses is the Smithsonian Institution.

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Placement: dating era; between 1-2 years into the relationship

Summary: Some haunting memories pop up out of the blue one otherwise peaceful afternoon while you were situated on your favorite seat…your boyfriend's lap.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 717 (issa blurb)

Warnings: 18+ | the start of smutty mango rides at the end; mentions of a potentially verbally abusive past relationship [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: precious reassuring bf Tomathy and overall just horndogs in love

It's been an hour, he's probably tired of carrying your weight he just doesn't wanna say anything because he's too sweet for his own good, your inner voice taunted you, just one of a chorus that were currently bombarding you with reasons why you should get up and out of your current position. Sitting on Tom's lap while you worked on a rough sketch for a set design on a project you were invited to throw your name in the hat for, while he was reading a book, thoroughly distracting you every time you glanced and caught how his deft fingers were flipping the pages with a single hand.

He absentmindedly traced the backs of his fingers up your arm while his eyes scanned the pages, pressing a soft kiss to the bruise he'd sucked onto the back of your shoulder the night before whenever he turned the page. He let out a little sound with every kiss, exhaling and warming the spot.

He's gonna get pins and needles down his leg if you don't get up. That thought had your neck twitching, your mind flooding with memories of previous relationships, and the last time you abruptly sat up from a former partner's lap. The screaming, the unreasonable outburst because you'd "disrupted his focus" and now he'd broken his train of thought.

Would Tom react the same? All because you didn't want him to have to go through those uncomfortable few minutes where it felt like every step he'd take was on a bed of vibrating nails?

His foot's probably falling asleep.

That did it. You prepared yourself for an outburst as you placed your tablet down on the side table, making a motion to stand up from your boyfriend's lap. The second you lifted your butt from his thighs even the slightest bit, his arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you back down to him, a little yelp slipping out of you.

"Do you need to get up, sweetheart?"he asked softly, lightly kissing the back of your neck.

"No…" you sighed. "Just thought maybe you'd want a little break. And maybe your lap back."

Tom paused, his lips hovering over your skin as he tightened his hold on you. "I want no such thing, goddess. I love having you this close to me. That way I don't have to stand and walk to you to kiss you." He lightly grasped your chin and turned your head to face him, softly groaning when his lips met yours in a tender kiss to emphasize his point. "Just like that."

"Aren't you worried about your foot falling asleep? Pins and needles and all that?"

"It takes a long while to get me to cross that bridge, Y/N," he assured you, kissing his way down your neck, lingering when he hit that spot between your neck and shoulder that had you melting in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you in place. "And even if we get there it would be well worth the few moments of discomfort if it means I get to have the woman I love exactly where I want her. Where I always want her."

The tender way he held you had you relaxing against his chest, your boyfriend smiling against your skin while he continued to kiss and nip at that your neck. You tilted your head to grant him more access. "I love you," you said breathily, whimpering his name as he lightly sucked on your skin.

"And I love you," he mumbled into your neck. You didn't even notice that his hand started moving down your body until he nudged at your legs to situate on either side of him, deft and skillful fingers teasing their way up your thighs.

"Sweetie, what're you doing?" Your breathing became shaky, trying and failing to stifle a moan when he started to trace up your slit over your panties.

"Making sure we're as far away from those pesky pins and needles as we can be," he answered you simply, lifting his hips -- and yours -- from the armchair. Your body became acutely aware of every minute movement, electricity shooting through your body in anticipation when you felt him shuffling his sweatpants down his legs. "The most decadent way I know how."

A/N: So…I had a nightmare about a bad situationship back in my yesteryears that inspired this lil piece. 🙃 Also, I have a teeny tiny injury on my foot again, and if this happens again next year istg I've got some sort of April Curse on me 🥴

Some stuff are being written, and hopefully I can get to the point where words are wording more again…preferably before I end my lil vacation and I have to start job hunting again 🫡

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loki laufeyson

burning words by @lokiprompts (angst/fluff)

the ceremony by @smolvenger (smut)

i want you by @lokigodofmyheart (angsty fluff)

statues by @sassypossumm (fluff)

enchanted by @fqreverwinter (fluff)

my attention by @seriiousgiirl (fluff/smut)

love story by @averagewriter-inthedark (headcanon/ fluff)

you can wrap me round your finger by @spookyrea (fluff)

lokis little witch by @vbecker10 (smutty fluff)

training blues by @jiyascepter (hurt/comfort)

running into trouble by @vbecker10 (angsty hurt/comfort)

gossip by @lokigodofmyheart (smut)

like a queen by @lokisgoodgirl (smut)

blue christmas by @mochie85 (smut)

what makes a princess by @muddyorbsblr (fluff)

lace and beads by @sarahscribbles (smut)

bucky barnes

breeding kink blurb by @buckyalpine (smut)

pick me by @buckyalpine (angst & hurt/comfort; fluff)

drabble by @buckyalpine (smut)

please can i hold you? by @itsthewritergal (hurt/comfort)

one shot by @buckyalpine (angsty fluff)

a forbidden invitation by @thevillainswhore (smut)

wanda maximoff

good morning ࿏ wm by @themidnightcrimson (smut)

natasha romanoff

one for the road by @elaci (fluff/smutty)

stephen strange

my doctor by @withalittlehoney (fluff)

good girl by @futureplayboibunnie (smut)

his medicine by @ironstrange1991 (fluff/smut)

the goatee problem by @ironstrange1991 (fluffy drabble)

you're my comfort by @ironstrange1991 (fluff)

bucky barnes & steve rogers

accidents happen by @myfictionaldreams (fluff, smut, hurt/comfort)

adventures of amy series by @girlygirl14534

miguel o'hara

all brawn by @luvrxbunny (smut)

hot and bothered by @spiderlyla (fluffy smut)

bruce banner

cuddles are the cure by @late-to-the-party-81 (fluff/comfort)

steve rogers

tomorrow by @writtenfangirl (fluff)

here for you by @elixirfromthestars (hurt/comfort)

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sherlock holmes

sidewalks of london by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)

the london eye by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)

hold me by @fallingforunrealisticromance (fluff)

brother dearest by @starks-hero (fluff)

a single touch by @bakerstreethound (smut)

safe in your arms by @classickook (fluff)

too good to be true by @teigo-the-explorer (fluff)

let the light in by @starssaroundmyscarssblog (fluff)

dear jealousy by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)

a case of mistletoe and presents by @bakerstreethound (smutty)

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könig

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pornstar!könig by @yawnderu (smut)

simon "ghost" riley

soft-tummy simon riley by @lovelyghst (fluff)

pornstar!Ghost by @shotmrmiller (smut)

drabble by @xiamentshoneypot (fluff)

wife of ghost by @august126 (smut)

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george weasley

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tom hiddleston

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[horseshoegirl]

STAR… a bonus board?!!!!

The vibes on this one! The blues? The inherent evil (though nobody should be saying Loki is evil, he’s just entirely misunderstood)?

Excuse me while I go, yet again, YEET my horseshoe self into the field…..

Also… you know how much of a sucker I am for blurbs… but this one? I’m sensing at little bit of grief in it and 😭😘👌🏻

Like fragile ice, anger passes in time.

@horseshoegirl I couldn't just do a board on magic, especially Loki's magic, without exploring the two very different kinds of magic our trickster prince can use.

Like fragile ice, anger passes in time. Loki's not sure his anger will pass, is the thing. It's a wound he hadn't been expecting, not when he should have known that his very being marked him as other and inferior to his brother. He goes between waves of apathy and anger. Apathy in that he's not sure he cares anymore of what Asgard thinks. But, angry in that he does care, too much, some would say, for what his brother and father think. It's an interesting tightrope to walk upon. Maybe if he had the chance to use his Jotun magic? But no. Asgard would be up at arms if they knew he was Jotun, that he was other. It's enough that they abhor him for being an adopted prince. A prince of Jotunheim? That would be asking for ostracization and censure on a level which he has never faced before.

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ᡣ𐭩 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒.

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— ARCHIVED MASTERLISTS .ᐟ

there are a few characters i know i won't write for as i've lost some type of interest. so i've made an archived section on my main masterlist - this doesn't mean they won't be posted as i have old blog writings i'll transfer over here in due course.

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[soubi001]

Poor Loki, math ain't mathing

Laundry Day

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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❤️Happy Birthday ❤️

🎉🎉🎉I hope you have a wonderful day 🎉🎉🎉

Please can I request a little blurb with Prince Hal and "touch her and you die" 😻😻😻

Thank you!

Why hello there! Thanks, I got a manicure and went to a bookshop and ate Italian food so it was great! And here is the blurb!

Rain Within Doors (Prince Hal x fem! Reader)

Summary: When the king falls ill, your betrothed, Prince Hal, returns.

Word Count: 1923

Warnings: some sexual harassment but the a-hole is saved in time, I try to keep it close to Shakespeare. Angst and fluff. I stole a line from Game of Thrones because it fit (the Shakespeare histories WERE kind of the Game of Thrones of their time minus the dragons and excessive exploitation of women)

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You waited anxiously and eagerly for your dear betrothed. He needed to hurry here. Things had all turned for the worse. 

Poor King Henry the Fourth was one minute at a table with all of you The Lord of Westmoreland arrived delivering the news of success in battle against Hotspur’s followers attempting to usurp the king. Everyone gasped. The lords who allied with Henry the Fourth were there- the Lord of Harcourt, Sir John Blunt, and others, all drooped their shoulders in relief. You, the younger two princes Thomas and Humphrey, The Lord of Warwick, and the King all smiled. The king shakily rose to praise Westmoreland

…then suddenly he began wheezing and fainted. 

Everyone gasped. Humphrey and Warwick met them on the grounds to give aid to the old king. Little Thomas cried for his father and you put him, your soon-to-be brother-in-law, in a hug, rubbing his back. 

“It’s all right, you know these fits happen often,” Warwick assumed, ever the voice of peace.

As the king came to, he was supported up. You were among the party to help settle him into bed. He asked the crown be placed on the pillow next to him with a raspy voice. And for musicians to play in the next room. Everyone complied.

You knew your betrothed had business in London. Even if it was in a bad place, he assured you it was nothing involving anything criminal (or whores) and that he would be back. The second eldest, Thomas, was dealing with the rebels with forces of his own and was on his way back.

“My lord, let me sit with you, so you need not be alone,” you offered, gathering a chair.

You had been sent here to marry the notorious Prince of Wales. Though you were nervous in this new castle, King Henry the Fourth was gentle with you. He welcomed you with a smile and open arms. The man who already considered you a daughter-in-law in his heart and the other princes saw you as a sister. He would let you dine with him and even play a little dice game with the family, smiling at you. Warmth on the face of the aged Bolingbroke- the lord who, long ago,  won the favor of the people so much it broke him out of exile and then thrust him into the role of king unexpectedly. Once Henry Bolingbroke, christened Henry the Fourth, wore shining golden armor as he rode on a horse. Paraded through the city as people threw flower petals at him.

Now how…weak he was! A shell of himself! Hardly the proud golden king anymore!

He reached out for your hand and you accepted it.

“Why-dear lady, I thank you. To think a pearl may be thrown to swine… to think my Harry should of all men be your husband…” he wheezed.  

“My lord, you must know- your eldest son has not….treated me poorly.” 

You didn’t know him well- the beautiful, fiery, mischievous, wild prince Henry- or Harry as called by his friends or family. Or Hal as those thieves and whores so affectionately called him.

This was to be a marriage for alliance and station, not of affection. When you arrived, you expected a frivolous, drinking, philandering Baccus. But Hal…. he was kind to you. He always smiled at you and called you sweet names. He was rumored to spend time studying in libraries more than drinking. One time, he found a romantic poem, copied it on paper, and gave it to you as a lover’s token. It touched you- who knew how he would fare as king but you felt he would make at least a decent husband!

“Just rest my lord, please,” you asked. The king indeed settled.

You walked out to the hallway to face the others. They peeked in and soon saw his eyes were closed, but he was breathing. The musicians in the next room played such calm, nearly dreamlike melodies compared to the anxiety storming inside of your being. 

Soon enough, the king settled into a deep sleep. You smiled a little- poor Henry the Fourth was a notorious insomniac, wandering the castle in the late hours from his racing worries. That should give him some relief and help with his sickness. 

But to think…here you were about to watch that old man die. Die before you could officially call him family.  

A couple of tears fell, and you walked out to the hallway staring out. It was a cold, bitter day. The winter chill stinging the glass window when you touched it.

But there was a sound- hooves.

When you leaned closer to the window, you let out a gasp. 

Hal was here in a long, beautiful black and red cape on a beautiful black horse as if he were about to rescue a damsel. And behind him a couple of others. You covered your mouth but felt a smile on your lips.

Picking up your skirts, you hurried down to the others in the outer hall. Warwick was hushing the two boys from talking too loud, to watch over the king in his sleep. 

“Humphrey! Thomas! He’s back!” you whispered.

“Who?” replied Thomas. 

They turned and then heard Hal’s voice asking for him. You and the others hurried there.

In the torch-lit hallway, your eyes feasted on Hal. The most beautiful man you had ever seen with the most deliciously fitted black velvet doublet, swooping off his cape with a gallantry that made your insides tingle.

He turned and went to you first.

“How now, My most fair lady?”

“Oh, much worried but cheered by your return, my lord,” you replied.

Hal’s eyes softened at you, then he looked at his crying brothers- Humphrey and Thomas.

“What- all of this rain in of door when it should be out of doors? How is the king?” Hal asked.

“ Exceeding ill” explained Humphrey sadly.

“Please be quiet, His grace is asleep,” warned the Lord of Warwick. 

Hal requested to see his father, and the lord of Warwick led him to the bed.

Everyone hushed and walked out to the other room, keeping quiet to give the king as much rest as he needed. Everyone worried. It was all so much- you needed some space.

With your heart calming, you went to one hallway, hugging yourself to look at how the moon shone over the winter evening through the windows. 

The Lord Harcourt went up to you. An older man with sharp cheekbones and a sharp chin, a pale face, and dark eyes. You only knew him as an ally and advisor to the king.  As you stood alone, staring out the window.

“Good evening, Lady Y/N.” he greeted.

“Good evening, my lord,” you replied. 

“You do look rather lovely tonight in the moonlight,” he complimented.

Already you felt uneasy. Alone with him, when all the others were fretting over the king. You began to take a step to return.

“You…you flatter me, my lord, thank you.”

Right as you turned, the lord reached an arm from his rich, velvet clothes and grabbed you.

“It seems a shame for such a fine lady to be wasted upon riotous Harry. I should have had you for my wife instead.”

“My lord, then wait until the king awakens and discuss it with him and announce you will-will-will court me openly like a gentleman,” you blubbered out, though you were starting to get scared.

He tried to sweetly, seductively brush your cheek but you had enough and swatted it away.

“Oh! The lady is a bit too cold, methinks.”

“And a lady is treated with respect, sir! My lord, please let me go.  I must attend on his majesty.”

“Your drunken oaf of an intended is waiting on him, who is going to stop!”

“But you are a fool! Please, let me leave!”

He backed you up until you were in a corner. Your heart pounded hard.

“Please- my lord, I swear, do not do anything that might insult my honor! I don’t want to-Please!” you cried.

“Then be not so fair and tempt a man to sin! And you have tempted me long enough. The one crown Prince Hal is deserving of is the Cuckhold’s horns.”

“Please, my lord- let me go!” you begged. 

To your horror, you felt a thin, clawlike hand reach for your leg under your skirt, then up, trying to lower your bodice to show your breasts. You squirmed, but one arm held you back.

“No, my lady. I want a see what I could be enjoying on our wedding night.”

He placed a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Tears welled up in you. 

With a free hand, though it shook, you slapped him hard. 

His hand dropped. He was shocked you were going to fight back. You tried to flee when he grabbed you back, ready to drag you off and force you to strip or do more when-

“Release yourself from the Princess of Wales right now!” threatened your intended.

Hal hurried in and grabbed the lord. He then took out his dagger, pointing it to your attacker’s chest. You jumped off and went behind Hal.

“What- my lord!” the lord was shocked that dishonorable, silly Prince Hal was capable of this. Then he scoffed. 

“She is not yet your wife-” he argued. 

“She is your princess and soon- your queen!” Hal reminded him.

The Lord of Harcourt pointed to where you stood and backed away behind Hal.

“She’s-she was trying to seduce me! The Lady is nothing but a common strumpet”

Hal punched him in the face. You let out a gasp. The Lord nursed his cheek. But Hal kept his dagger up at him. You heard footsteps and murmurs as the others went into the room. The younger Lancaster brothers staying by you loyally. The lords turned pale and slack-jawed.

“You are not welcome in this court until after our marriage. And then you will have to beg to be let in. And If you ever lay a hand on that sweet lady again, it will be the last time you have hands!” Hal barked at him.

The Lord of Harcourt shook and then relented, bowing his head. 

“Now, flee. Before I decide to persuade my father to behead you when he awakes.”

The lord fled into the shadows, a few attendants seeing him out. The others asked after you, but it was Hal who boldly embraced you. It was quite intimate for court protocol, but when had Hal ever done what everyone expected?

 “He-He frightened me.” you choked out.

“You need not be frightened, my lady, you’ll be safe. Did he hurt you? Do anything?” Hal questioned.

“He groped my leg, and tried to take my dress off, but no more. You caught him before more could be done. I-I -I promise you, Hal, I never intended to seduce him in any way! Do you believe me?”

Hal clasped your hands in his.

“Why would I not believe my dearest lady?” Hal replied.

Full of emotion, you leaned down and kissed them. Hal’s mouth opened a little and he smiled at you. He cupped your cheek sweetly. 

The party returned to wait on the king. You saw Hal was pale, but you kept your hand clasped in his as you walked back.

For as uncertain as this time was, no matter what the next day or hour could bring, you had each other and could endure it side by side.

[lokavisi]

*~Housekeeping~*

Hail and welcome! The intro blurb at the top of the page tells you a bit about me but I wanted to get a little more in depth about the blog. My goal is to make my little corner of the internet here as safe and welcoming as possible, so I wanted to make some disclosures and set some boundaries. (Please read, especially for personal policy regarding minors!)

-First and foremost, Heathenry is for everyone. No matter your race, gender, sexuality, age, or ability. Fascism has no place here or anywhere else in Heathenry. I will not tolerate any such ideologies being spread here.

-A newly ignited passion of mine is fostering future generations of Pagans and Heathens. For that reason, I am accepting of minors interacting with this blog with some caveats. These are to protect ourselves and foster healthy boundaries.

1. Please limit interactions to likes, public comments, reblogs, or asks; no private messages. This keeps us both accountable for the appropriateness and intent of our interaction. I do not have the option for anonymous questions for this reason (and to generally try to deter trolls). I ask that these interactions stay related the topic of the post being responded to, working with Loki, or things relating to Heathenry/my other religious identifiers. I do not want anyone to ever question my intentions in wanting to educate you or other youth, nor do I want to put your safety in jeopardy.

2. Speaking of safety, the only time I will respond to private messages from minors is for questions regarding gender transition. As a trans person, I fully understand the need to discuss those things more discretely if it is not safe for you to do so publicly. I understand how challenging it can be to find safe adults and accurate information about the process. I am here to educate as best I can. If you have questions about the transition process, I will do my best to help you get accurate information. Please understand, however, that I am not a therapist and I will not discuss personal details with you. This is for our safety. The most I will ever share about my personal life is whatever is relevant to getting you accurate information (such as the process I went through to change my name or pursue surgeries).

-Related to the previous point, I will do my best moving forward to either tag and/or indicate at the top of my posts what may not be suitable for minors. (This will be based more on content than things like language. I figure if you're old enough to be online, you're probably familiar with a few choice words.)

-A lot of what I share on here is related to my UPG (unverified personal gnosis), practices, and beliefs. It is absolutely ok if your UPG or beliefs do not align with mine. However, I will not tolerate anyone trying to discredit my, or anyone else's, experiences. Keep all discussion civil and respectful. I hate doing it, but I will block people if harassment and the like becomes a continual problem.

-Life is too short to have a stick up your butt about comics and movies that people enjoy, so we respect Marvel fans around here. This does not mean that we are equating the Gods to Marvel's interpretations of Them, nor are we equating Tom Hiddleston with Loki. I am under no delusions here. That said, some people came to these Gods through Marvel material and it is something that can be enjoyed in and of itself. I have made a few posts about how the Gods can sometimes sneak Their way into that stuff and that's just fun (for me, at least) to see. Sometimes Thor likes watching those movies with me. I found watching the Loki series to be a surprisingly devotional act because of the character arcs and material correlating with a lot of the work I've done with Loki. None of this has to be your jam. Just don't be a jerk about it. (Also, if I use a Tom-Loki gif as a reaction or to indicate a vibe Loki's giving me, that's all it is. No need to get worked up.)

Other general notes:

-I tend to refer to Loki with He/They pronouns because of how They generally present around me. Whatever pronouns you use to refer to Loki are absolutely fine.

-If you are curious, the meaning behind the name Lokavisi and my choice to use it can be found here.

-Loki and Their family tend to get the most of my attention, but I have had experiences with and some connection to other deities in the Norse pantheon and beyond. I am also looking to "shake hands" with more deities and spirits for my own edification and oracular practices. (If I'm going to be sharing messages from Someone, I feel like it helps to know Them at least a little.)

-My main blog is @bifuriouslyqueer. So if you see that blog following you or liking your posts, it's me. If you care to follow (and it is absolutely ok if you don't), that's a little more DNI for minors. It is full of my pop culture hyperfixations, mental health and political woes, and general trash memes.

-Banner art is "Loki's Children" by AnywhereButReality on DeviantArt. Profile pic art is from @jessiarts

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Alright, enjoy the blog!

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Title: Leading Lady Parts

Rating: NR

Director: Jessica Swale

Cast: Catherine Tate, Anthony Welsh, Gemma Arterton, Gemma Chan, Emilia Clarke, Lena Headey, Felicity Jones, Katie Leung, Stacy Martin, Wunmi Mosaku, Florence Pugh, Tom Hiddleston

Release year: 2018

Genres: comedy

Blurb: The best women of British acting go to an audition for a dream role, primed to take on the role of a lifetime: that complex woman, the strong woman, a woman for today.

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the 'one look and they'll know' collection

click here if you want to revisit only certain arcs in the story

pre-relationship era

my whole life in a moment

Your boyfriend presented you with a challenge to "walk a mile in his shoes"…imagining what life would be like if you weren't in a relationship with him

charades

After a particularly horrible day on set, Chris extends an invitation for you to join the cast in a game of charades to unwind.

dating era

one look and they'll know

You go to work on the set of Thor Ragnarok one day and you're greeted with the sight of one Tom Hiddleston on his knees and your coworkers whispering about how he perfected his posture.

when the feeling sinks in

Ragnarok wrapped up filming and now you're back in your apartment, waking up a little too alone and feeling a little too lonely. You thought that you were the only one until you heard a knock on your door.

the warmest bed i've ever known

Tom has convinced you to go back to London with him for a few weeks, and a photo of you two out and about together has opinions firing left and right.

empty baskets

Tom makes a concerning discovery on laundry day

remote consults behind enemy lines

You casually reveal that you consulted on costume design for another supersuit, leading to an unexpected reaction from your boyfriend

a sizing mishap

You hand Player #6 his uniform but it's the wrong size… part of the Soccer Aid Collection

a tale of ice baths and hot sauce

An effort is made to find out who your mystery boyfriend is during the Elementals challenge when some members of the staff see some marks on your neck that weren't there before… part of the Soccer Aid Collection

save my room for last

One of the duties you're assigned for Soccer Aid Training Week is to run wakeup calls for a handful of players. Today you and your fellow staff members draw names for who you have to wake up. part of the Soccer Aid Collection

after hours visits

An unwelcome visitor knocks at the door of Tom's hotel room while you two were trying to enjoy your evening together part of the Soccer Aid Collection

everybody's watching him…but he's looking at you

Old scars start hurting once again in the wake of your brazen and disrespectful visitor from the night before, and Tom's there to comfort you…on and off the field part of the Soccer Aid Collection

to turn me on [coming soon]

with his name on it [coming soon]

married era

come on, england

When the video director for Tom's promo seems uncomfortable with articulating the vision that was instructed of him, you step in to help things along part of the Soccer Aid Collection

a proper fit

You return to the Soccer Aid training grounds to prep for this year's game and promotional events, having to spend a day away from your husband. part of the Soccer Aid Collection

this magnetic force of a man

A watch party livestream on TikTok catches sight of you and Tom in the VIP tent of the final night of the Eras Tour in London

??? era

blurbs

consult an expert

You decide to lean in to the notion of you having 'domme vibes' and look into how to embrace that newfound side of you.

braced for impact

Some haunting memories pop up out of the blue one otherwise peaceful afternoon while you were situated on your favorite seat…your boyfriend's lap.