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batsutousaiTitle: Clouds In My Coffee
Fandom: Marvel (movie 'verse) & Real Person Fiction
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: T
Pairings: Loki/Tom Hiddleston
Challenge: 30 Day OTP Challenge
Chapter Warnings: Fluff, Loki being a bit of a brat
Summary: For a challenge, 30 days of Tomki/FrostPudding.
A/N: I would pick the day before one of my busiest days this month to start this challenge, wouldn't I? My grandmother's due into town in a couple hours, and I have a Stitch-&-Bitch-esque thing on the other side of town tonight, so let's see how well this ficlet goes.
Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, no, these ficlets don't, necessarily, happen in the same universe. (Or in either of my previous Tomki universes.) And they don't really follow in order of time, either. They just sort of...happen.
And I prefer writing from Loki's perspective, but sometimes Tom works better. Like for this one.
- Day Two: Cuddling Somewhere -
"I said no."
Tom sighed. "I don't see why it's such a big deal–"
Loki turned an absolutely terrifying glare on him, then vanished from sight.
Tom rubbed a hand down his face. "I know you're still here." Loki never went far. Tom sometimes wondered if the god just didn't trust him, but, then, he'd known before they'd even met that he had trust issues. Normally, it didn't bother him, but today... "Hiding isn't going to stop me from going out, Loki."
A green barrier appeared over the front door of the flat.
"Oh, that's mature."
Behind the barrier, the door locked.
"I can go out the window."
"You'll break your neck," Loki replied, and at least he was talking now.
"Probably," Tom agreed cheerfully. He was about ninety percent certain that the god wouldn't let him hurt himself.
The barrier over the door vanished, but when Tom went to unlock the door, the lock wouldn't budge.
"Loki."
"I don't want you going out with them," the god finally admitted.
Tom closed his eyes and rubbed at them, glad that Loki was, finally, being honest about the whole thing. "You can come with," he offered. "It's not like they don't already know I'm living with you."
" 'Living with'," Loki scoffed.
"Sleeping with," Tom stressed, because, yeah, he'd told his best friends he was sleeping with Loki almost two months ago. They'd thought it was an hysterical joke, still did, and Tom kind of wanted to prove them all idiots. But Loki was like a hermit when it came to interacting with anyone else Tom spent time with other than him.
Loki was silent for a long moment before he said, "They don't believe you."
"Sounds like cause for mischief."
That was always the magic word, and Loki reappeared with a flourish of green and gold sparks, smirking for all he was worth. "Did you say, mischief?" he purred.
"I believe I did. Interested?"
Loki opened his mouth to agreed, then paused and narrowed his eyes. "Thomas, are you–?"
Tom leaned forward and kissed the god before he could start being ridiculously suspicious and ruin all of Tom's hard work. "Please?" he whispered against Loki's lips, putting just the right amount of begging in his voice to win the god over. (And, okay, maybe it was a bit unfair to play Loki this way, using all his weaknesses to cohere him into coming to the cinema, but it wasn't like Loki didn't do it to him all the time. And Tom was honestly sick of spending every night in because Loki didn't want him going out without him, and refused to leave the flat.)
"Yes, fine," Loki agreed, sounding more than a little put-upon.
The door unlocked.
Tom brushed a hand through Loki's hair, a little too fond of the way it slid through his fingers like silk. "Thank you."
Loki huffed, but he didn't try making any more excuses and followed Tom out of their flat and down the road to the cinema.
Tom's friends were already there, waiting. The looks on their faces when they caught sight of Tom's date was worth every second of fighting with the god. "I'm sorry," he said to the lot of them as they sort of stared disbelievingly at the smirking god at his side, "but who was taking his work home with him?"
"Oh. My. God," one of them breathed.
"Exactly," Loki replied, smug.
Tom left the stand-off – he had trouble of thinking of it any other way – for another couple minutes before asking, "Are we going in? Or are we going to stand out here all night?"
"Oh! Here, yeah." Tickets were passed out and they headed in.
Tom bought a bucket of popcorn for himself and Loki to share – the god always complained that the stuff was gross and got stuck between his teeth, but he usually ate more than half the bag when Tom made some at home – and a box of sweets for himself, then pulled the god into the correct room. They caught a group of seats near the middle, all of them clustered between two rows, and settled in for the previews.
The title screen was just popping up when the armrest between his and Loki's seats vanished. Tom had half expected it, honestly, and moved the popcorn without any fuss so the god had room to scoot right up to his side, one arm wrapped around Tom's back and held tight. Tom moved his arm to rest comfortably across Loki's shoulders, pulling him just the slightest bit closer, and rested his head against the god's.
Okay, so maybe Tom knew exactly why Loki always refused to go out with him: What sort of God of Mischief liked to cuddle?
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: T
Pairings: Loki/Tom Hiddleston
Challenge: 30 Day OTP Challenge
Chapter Warnings: Fluff, Loki being a bit of a brat
Summary: For a challenge, 30 days of Tomki/FrostPudding.
A/N: I would pick the day before one of my busiest days this month to start this challenge, wouldn't I? My grandmother's due into town in a couple hours, and I have a Stitch-&-Bitch-esque thing on the other side of town tonight, so let's see how well this ficlet goes.
Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, no, these ficlets don't, necessarily, happen in the same universe. (Or in either of my previous Tomki universes.) And they don't really follow in order of time, either. They just sort of...happen.
And I prefer writing from Loki's perspective, but sometimes Tom works better. Like for this one.
"I said no."
Tom sighed. "I don't see why it's such a big deal–"
Loki turned an absolutely terrifying glare on him, then vanished from sight.
Tom rubbed a hand down his face. "I know you're still here." Loki never went far. Tom sometimes wondered if the god just didn't trust him, but, then, he'd known before they'd even met that he had trust issues. Normally, it didn't bother him, but today... "Hiding isn't going to stop me from going out, Loki."
A green barrier appeared over the front door of the flat.
"Oh, that's mature."
Behind the barrier, the door locked.
"I can go out the window."
"You'll break your neck," Loki replied, and at least he was talking now.
"Probably," Tom agreed cheerfully. He was about ninety percent certain that the god wouldn't let him hurt himself.
The barrier over the door vanished, but when Tom went to unlock the door, the lock wouldn't budge.
"Loki."
"I don't want you going out with them," the god finally admitted.
Tom closed his eyes and rubbed at them, glad that Loki was, finally, being honest about the whole thing. "You can come with," he offered. "It's not like they don't already know I'm living with you."
" 'Living with'," Loki scoffed.
"Sleeping with," Tom stressed, because, yeah, he'd told his best friends he was sleeping with Loki almost two months ago. They'd thought it was an hysterical joke, still did, and Tom kind of wanted to prove them all idiots. But Loki was like a hermit when it came to interacting with anyone else Tom spent time with other than him.
Loki was silent for a long moment before he said, "They don't believe you."
"Sounds like cause for mischief."
That was always the magic word, and Loki reappeared with a flourish of green and gold sparks, smirking for all he was worth. "Did you say, mischief?" he purred.
"I believe I did. Interested?"
Loki opened his mouth to agreed, then paused and narrowed his eyes. "Thomas, are you–?"
Tom leaned forward and kissed the god before he could start being ridiculously suspicious and ruin all of Tom's hard work. "Please?" he whispered against Loki's lips, putting just the right amount of begging in his voice to win the god over. (And, okay, maybe it was a bit unfair to play Loki this way, using all his weaknesses to cohere him into coming to the cinema, but it wasn't like Loki didn't do it to him all the time. And Tom was honestly sick of spending every night in because Loki didn't want him going out without him, and refused to leave the flat.)
"Yes, fine," Loki agreed, sounding more than a little put-upon.
The door unlocked.
Tom brushed a hand through Loki's hair, a little too fond of the way it slid through his fingers like silk. "Thank you."
Loki huffed, but he didn't try making any more excuses and followed Tom out of their flat and down the road to the cinema.
Tom's friends were already there, waiting. The looks on their faces when they caught sight of Tom's date was worth every second of fighting with the god. "I'm sorry," he said to the lot of them as they sort of stared disbelievingly at the smirking god at his side, "but who was taking his work home with him?"
"Oh. My. God," one of them breathed.
"Exactly," Loki replied, smug.
Tom left the stand-off – he had trouble of thinking of it any other way – for another couple minutes before asking, "Are we going in? Or are we going to stand out here all night?"
"Oh! Here, yeah." Tickets were passed out and they headed in.
Tom bought a bucket of popcorn for himself and Loki to share – the god always complained that the stuff was gross and got stuck between his teeth, but he usually ate more than half the bag when Tom made some at home – and a box of sweets for himself, then pulled the god into the correct room. They caught a group of seats near the middle, all of them clustered between two rows, and settled in for the previews.
The title screen was just popping up when the armrest between his and Loki's seats vanished. Tom had half expected it, honestly, and moved the popcorn without any fuss so the god had room to scoot right up to his side, one arm wrapped around Tom's back and held tight. Tom moved his arm to rest comfortably across Loki's shoulders, pulling him just the slightest bit closer, and rested his head against the god's.
Okay, so maybe Tom knew exactly why Loki always refused to go out with him: What sort of God of Mischief liked to cuddle?
1 - Holding Hands |||
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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Date: 18/11/12 20:06 (UTC)