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batsutousaiTitle: Clouds In My Coffee
Fandom: Marvel (movie 'verse) & Real Person Fiction
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: M (by the end; likely no more than T for most of the ficlets)
Pairings: Loki/Tom Hiddleston
Challenge: 30 Day OTP Challenge
Chapter Warnings: Angst, mentions of quasi-cannibalism
Summary: For a challenge, 30 days of Tomki/FrostPudding.
Disclaim Her: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Marvel. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The characters of Thomas "Tom" Hiddleston is based on a real person, and no offence is intended; this is only for the amusement of myself and other like-minded (read: mentally ill) fans.
A/N: So, I saw this challenge to write a bit for your OTP every day. I thought about doing FrostIron, or Harry/Voldie, since those are my other two big OTPs, but I seem to be in a Tomki mood right now. (And I keep saying I'd try my hand at fluffy Tomki, this is the way to make myself do it. XD)
Also, I fail at NaNo. In case anyone's been wondering. *sigh*
There's no word count challenge, just prompts. So these could be anywhere from 100 words to upwards 1K. No promises on which day will have what. XP
I'll add warnings as they come up. But I can tell you now that there'll be fluff (I'll try), angst, humour, fighting, gender-bending, and likely enough sex to make you people happy and me twitchy. XP
-Holding Hands-
Falling.
It happened every night. He closed his eyes to sleep and the darkness was like the Void, and he would fall, fall, fall, until he jerked away, heart beating like weapons on the battlefield, clash-clash-clash-clash. He used to get up and shove the curtains open, letting in the light from the street, and that helped. Because the Void would close in, but there would be that shine of light across his eyes and he'd need only squint one open to reassure himself that he was on Midgard, safe in the flat he'd found for himself, where not even Thor could find him to drag him back to the dark dungeons to serve out the last of his punishment.
When he moved in with Thomas, the curtain being open would wake the human. He suffered through two whole nights of darkness and falling, falling, falling...
A hand grabbed his, warm and safe.
"Loki?"
He scrabbled against the darkness with his free hand, against the remembered claws and teeth digging into his flesh as the Chitauri found him, thought he was dead and anything dead was fair game for an empty stomach–
"Loki!"
He jerked awake, heart beating a battle against his ribs, and stared into the dark room. Thomas' hand was clutched in his, and Loki had to force his fingers to loosen. "Light," he whispered, and it sounded so weak, so like a mortal child afraid of the dark.
A light clicked on at the far side of the bed, next to Thomas, and the human turned back to Loki, the hand not held in a death grip coming up to brush sweat-soaked hair away from Loki's eyes. "Hey."
Loki took a deep breath, returning himself to the god he was – though he couldn't seem to make himself let go of the human's hand. "I had not intended to wake you," he allowed; an apology he would rarely give voice to. But there were rules and manners to consider in any relationship, and theirs was complicated enough on Thomas without Loki taking his dreams out on him.
"I know you didn't," Thomas returned, his free hand smoothing through Loki's hair, catching gently against tangles. "Nightmare?"
"I– Yes."
"Want to talk about it?"
"No."
Thomas smiled that smile that said he knew exactly what Loki was thinking, and it always made Loki want to rip his face off. "Come on," the human directed, pulling at Loki's hand holding his as he climbed out of the bed.
Frowning, Loki let himself be led from the bed, knowing he wouldn't be getting back to sleep for some hours yet. "What are we doing?" he demanded, because he didn't like just following along, unknowing.
Thomas just smiled back at him and stopped in the kitchen. "May I have my hand back?" he requested as he checked the kettle and started it heating.
"No," Loki decided.
Thomas glanced back at him, a faint frown writ in the furrow between his eyebrows, then shook his head and pulled a saucepan out of the cabinet and set it on the hob. "Okay," he murmured and led Loki around the small kitchen as he collected various ingredients. He almost fumbled the sugar, but Loki caught it before it hit the floor and set it on the worktop next to the milk Thomas had already set out.
"Thanks," the human said as he sat a container of cocoa powder next to the sugar.
"What are you making?"
"Hot chocolate," Thomas explained as he served out some cocoa powder and sugar into the saucepan.
"Why?"
"Because you don't like warm milk."
Loki took a moment to wonder what his dislike of warm cow lactation had to do with making hot chocolate. Which, it appeared, also required warm cow lactation.
"Try it before you complain."
Loki scowled and held his tongue against any further questions; Thomas would make his intentions clear in time, and nothing Loki said would make him explain himself before he was ready. 'Infuriating mortal.'
Five minutes later, Thomas turned off the heat and requested, "Pull out a couple mugs?"
Loki grabbed the mugs and set them on the worktop without a word, more curious than irritated, considering the sweet scent in the air.
Thomas poured out some of the pale brown liquid into each mug, then set the saucepan with the rest on one of the unused burners. "There. It's a bit hot, so be careful," he cautioned.
Loki huffed and flicked some cold at the two mugs before picking one up and sipping at it. "It's...good..." he realised.
Thomas grinned at him, the sort of stupid smile that Thor would wear, but with so much less stupid. "I'm glad." He sipped at his own mug and let out a happy hum. "Excellent call on the temperature."
"Of course it was."
Thomas leaned over and kissed his cheek. Loki snorted, touched by the caring gesture, but disinclined to show as much. "Come on," Thomas directed and led the way to the couch. There, he turned on the television and leaned comfortably against Loki's side, their clasped hands held easily in his lap.
Loki finished his hot chocolate before murmuring into the mug, "I dream of the Void."
Thomas hummed noncommittally and they were both silent for a long while, watching the commercials playing on the telly.
"We can get you a nightlight," Thomas finally offered as the programme on this channel started up.
"Nightlight?"
"Yeah. A little light that plugs into the wall. There's an outlet on your side, and that shouldn't bother me."
"What makes you–?"
"Loki, I haven't forgotten the mysteriously opening curtains."
Loki huffed and squeezed Thomas' hand a little too hard, making the human wince. "Fine."
"We'll go in the morning."
"Fine."
"Do you want to try going back to bed?"
"No."
"Can I go back to bed?"
Loki considered the human's hand in his, thought about giving it up, and shook his head. "No."
Thomas let out a sound halfway between a laugh and an irritated sigh. He set his mug on the coffee table, took Loki's to set next to his own, and muted the sound on the telly. "Here, switch hands," he offered, knocking his and Loki's entwined hands against Loki's free hand.
Bemused, Loki allowed the trade, then let out a huff of laughter as Thomas used their entwined hands as a pillow in Loki's lap for his head.
"Good night, darling," Thomas murmured, eyes slipping closed.
Loki tangled his free hand in the human's curls. "Good night, Thomas," he replied, settling in for a night on the couch, the light from the television flickering over both of them.
Days:
1 - Holding Hands ||| 2 - Cuddling Somewhere ||| 3 - Gaming ||| 4 - On a Date ||| 5 - Kissing
6 - Wearing Each Other's Clothing ||| 7 - Cosplaying ||| 8 - Shopping ||| 9 - Hanging Out With Friends ||| 10 - With Animal Ears
11 - Wearing Kigurumi ||| 12 - Making Out ||| 13 - Eating Ice Cream ||| 14 - Genderswapped ||| 15 - Different Clothing Style
16 - Morning Rituals ||| 17 - Spooning ||| 18 - Doing Something Together ||| 19 - In Formal Wear ||| 20 - Dancing
21 - Cooking/Baking ||| 22 - In Battle, Side-By-Side ||| 23 - Arguing ||| 24 - Making Up After ||| 25 - Gazing Into Each Other's Eyes
26 - Getting Married ||| 27 - Birthday ||| 28 - Something Ridiculous ||| 29 - Something Sweet ||| 30 - Something Hot
Masterlist
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Fandom: Marvel (movie 'verse) & Real Person Fiction
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: M (by the end; likely no more than T for most of the ficlets)
Pairings: Loki/Tom Hiddleston
Challenge: 30 Day OTP Challenge
Chapter Warnings: Angst, mentions of quasi-cannibalism
Summary: For a challenge, 30 days of Tomki/FrostPudding.
Disclaim Her: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Marvel. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The characters of Thomas "Tom" Hiddleston is based on a real person, and no offence is intended; this is only for the amusement of myself and other like-minded (read: mentally ill) fans.
A/N: So, I saw this challenge to write a bit for your OTP every day. I thought about doing FrostIron, or Harry/Voldie, since those are my other two big OTPs, but I seem to be in a Tomki mood right now. (And I keep saying I'd try my hand at fluffy Tomki, this is the way to make myself do it. XD)
Also, I fail at NaNo. In case anyone's been wondering. *sigh*
There's no word count challenge, just prompts. So these could be anywhere from 100 words to upwards 1K. No promises on which day will have what. XP
I'll add warnings as they come up. But I can tell you now that there'll be fluff (I'll try), angst, humour, fighting, gender-bending, and likely enough sex to make you people happy and me twitchy. XP
Falling.
It happened every night. He closed his eyes to sleep and the darkness was like the Void, and he would fall, fall, fall, until he jerked away, heart beating like weapons on the battlefield, clash-clash-clash-clash. He used to get up and shove the curtains open, letting in the light from the street, and that helped. Because the Void would close in, but there would be that shine of light across his eyes and he'd need only squint one open to reassure himself that he was on Midgard, safe in the flat he'd found for himself, where not even Thor could find him to drag him back to the dark dungeons to serve out the last of his punishment.
When he moved in with Thomas, the curtain being open would wake the human. He suffered through two whole nights of darkness and falling, falling, falling...
A hand grabbed his, warm and safe.
"Loki?"
He scrabbled against the darkness with his free hand, against the remembered claws and teeth digging into his flesh as the Chitauri found him, thought he was dead and anything dead was fair game for an empty stomach–
"Loki!"
He jerked awake, heart beating a battle against his ribs, and stared into the dark room. Thomas' hand was clutched in his, and Loki had to force his fingers to loosen. "Light," he whispered, and it sounded so weak, so like a mortal child afraid of the dark.
A light clicked on at the far side of the bed, next to Thomas, and the human turned back to Loki, the hand not held in a death grip coming up to brush sweat-soaked hair away from Loki's eyes. "Hey."
Loki took a deep breath, returning himself to the god he was – though he couldn't seem to make himself let go of the human's hand. "I had not intended to wake you," he allowed; an apology he would rarely give voice to. But there were rules and manners to consider in any relationship, and theirs was complicated enough on Thomas without Loki taking his dreams out on him.
"I know you didn't," Thomas returned, his free hand smoothing through Loki's hair, catching gently against tangles. "Nightmare?"
"I– Yes."
"Want to talk about it?"
"No."
Thomas smiled that smile that said he knew exactly what Loki was thinking, and it always made Loki want to rip his face off. "Come on," the human directed, pulling at Loki's hand holding his as he climbed out of the bed.
Frowning, Loki let himself be led from the bed, knowing he wouldn't be getting back to sleep for some hours yet. "What are we doing?" he demanded, because he didn't like just following along, unknowing.
Thomas just smiled back at him and stopped in the kitchen. "May I have my hand back?" he requested as he checked the kettle and started it heating.
"No," Loki decided.
Thomas glanced back at him, a faint frown writ in the furrow between his eyebrows, then shook his head and pulled a saucepan out of the cabinet and set it on the hob. "Okay," he murmured and led Loki around the small kitchen as he collected various ingredients. He almost fumbled the sugar, but Loki caught it before it hit the floor and set it on the worktop next to the milk Thomas had already set out.
"Thanks," the human said as he sat a container of cocoa powder next to the sugar.
"What are you making?"
"Hot chocolate," Thomas explained as he served out some cocoa powder and sugar into the saucepan.
"Why?"
"Because you don't like warm milk."
Loki took a moment to wonder what his dislike of warm cow lactation had to do with making hot chocolate. Which, it appeared, also required warm cow lactation.
"Try it before you complain."
Loki scowled and held his tongue against any further questions; Thomas would make his intentions clear in time, and nothing Loki said would make him explain himself before he was ready. 'Infuriating mortal.'
Five minutes later, Thomas turned off the heat and requested, "Pull out a couple mugs?"
Loki grabbed the mugs and set them on the worktop without a word, more curious than irritated, considering the sweet scent in the air.
Thomas poured out some of the pale brown liquid into each mug, then set the saucepan with the rest on one of the unused burners. "There. It's a bit hot, so be careful," he cautioned.
Loki huffed and flicked some cold at the two mugs before picking one up and sipping at it. "It's...good..." he realised.
Thomas grinned at him, the sort of stupid smile that Thor would wear, but with so much less stupid. "I'm glad." He sipped at his own mug and let out a happy hum. "Excellent call on the temperature."
"Of course it was."
Thomas leaned over and kissed his cheek. Loki snorted, touched by the caring gesture, but disinclined to show as much. "Come on," Thomas directed and led the way to the couch. There, he turned on the television and leaned comfortably against Loki's side, their clasped hands held easily in his lap.
Loki finished his hot chocolate before murmuring into the mug, "I dream of the Void."
Thomas hummed noncommittally and they were both silent for a long while, watching the commercials playing on the telly.
"We can get you a nightlight," Thomas finally offered as the programme on this channel started up.
"Nightlight?"
"Yeah. A little light that plugs into the wall. There's an outlet on your side, and that shouldn't bother me."
"What makes you–?"
"Loki, I haven't forgotten the mysteriously opening curtains."
Loki huffed and squeezed Thomas' hand a little too hard, making the human wince. "Fine."
"We'll go in the morning."
"Fine."
"Do you want to try going back to bed?"
"No."
"Can I go back to bed?"
Loki considered the human's hand in his, thought about giving it up, and shook his head. "No."
Thomas let out a sound halfway between a laugh and an irritated sigh. He set his mug on the coffee table, took Loki's to set next to his own, and muted the sound on the telly. "Here, switch hands," he offered, knocking his and Loki's entwined hands against Loki's free hand.
Bemused, Loki allowed the trade, then let out a huff of laughter as Thomas used their entwined hands as a pillow in Loki's lap for his head.
"Good night, darling," Thomas murmured, eyes slipping closed.
Loki tangled his free hand in the human's curls. "Good night, Thomas," he replied, settling in for a night on the couch, the light from the television flickering over both of them.
6 - Wearing Each Other's Clothing ||| 7 - Cosplaying ||| 8 - Shopping ||| 9 - Hanging Out With Friends ||| 10 - With Animal Ears
11 - Wearing Kigurumi ||| 12 - Making Out ||| 13 - Eating Ice Cream ||| 14 - Genderswapped ||| 15 - Different Clothing Style
16 - Morning Rituals ||| 17 - Spooning ||| 18 - Doing Something Together ||| 19 - In Formal Wear ||| 20 - Dancing
21 - Cooking/Baking ||| 22 - In Battle, Side-By-Side ||| 23 - Arguing ||| 24 - Making Up After ||| 25 - Gazing Into Each Other's Eyes
26 - Getting Married ||| 27 - Birthday ||| 28 - Something Ridiculous ||| 29 - Something Sweet ||| 30 - Something Hot
Masterlist
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