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batsutousaiFandom: Marvel (movie 'verse) & Real Person Fiction
Author: Batsutousai
Rating: T
Pairings: Loki/Tom Hiddleston
Challenge: 30 Day OTP Challenge
Summary: For a challenge, 30 days of Tomki/FrostPudding.
Chapter Warnings: Loki's a little shit, Tricksters should NOT be trusted
A/N: So I was like, well, this isn't all that exciting, you know? Because Tom, of course, often dresses as Loki, and my Loki (well, okay, Interaction's Loki) often wears Tom's clothing. So, not really interesting.
But, you know, they could switch places...
Vaguely inspired by the photo of Tom on set today. Finally.
(Sorry about how late this is. I slept in for the first time in, like, a week – it was lovely, and I needed it – and then my father kept coming to pester me about little things, interrupting me from my writing. Ugh. This is why I prefer writing at night. :/ )
"But I can't miss today!" Thomas complained in a raspy whisper before burying his face in his hands to sneeze.
"You can't act if you can't speak, you fool," Loki reminded him, bringing over the lemon and honey tea the human had insisted would help. Loki had tried easing the illness that Thomas had caught, but he seemed unable to do more than make it worse. Thomas had told him, 'Colds always get worse before they get better,' but Loki wasn't about to chance how much worse his magic would make his lover, so he'd stepped back and left Thomas' body fight off the illness naturally.
As luck would have it, the illness had come on while they were in the middle of the filming for Thor: The Dark World. Thomas hadn't been needed on set for a couple of weeks, and it was his first day back.
Thomas let out a rather pathetic whine and hid his face against Loki's stomach. Loki sighed and set the tea down on the coffee table before running his fingers through the human's short hair. "They will simply have to film other scenes until you are better," he murmured.
Thomas peeked up at him, then, something in his eyes making Loki wary. "You could do it," he whispered.
"Do what? And stop talking," Loki added, pointing down at the laptop in Thomas' lap, which he was supposed to be using to communicate with, to lessen the strain on his throat.
Thomas sighed, but obediently turned to type out what he wanted to say, leaning most of his weight on Loki instead of the back of the couch. Loki let him, already resigned to coddling the human while he was sick.
'You can pretend you're me. Take my place on set until I'm well enough to go in myself. It's not like you don't know the script.'
Loki raised an eyebrow. "You honestly trust me at your job?" he returned.
Thomas paused to think about it for a long moment, nose and brows furrowed adorably as his sick-fogged mind tried to work through that question, then nodded.
It was Loki's turn to think. Because he didn't really want to leave Thomas alone while he was so ill, but the mischief he could cause, everyone all unknowing that they had the true Loki in their midst... Oh, he wanted to go, but–
Thomas typing had him glancing down at the screen to read, 'I'll text someone to come over.'
"Very well," Loki agreed.
Thomas flashed him a bright smile, then pulled out his mobile to text whoever he had in mind – Emma, likely, though he had a couple other friends with odd day jobs who would be free for an afternoon and willing to sit with him for a few films.
Loki shook his head and focussed his magic on himself, shifting his own form so he better appeared as Thomas. It wasn't hard – they already shared a great many features – but Loki's jaw was the slightest bit sharper, and he had far less age lines than his mortal mirror. And, most obviously, their hair and eyes differed.
"So weird," Thomas rasped.
"Stop talking," Loki ordered. "Someone has agreed to come over?"
Thomas nodded and held up his mobile so Loki could see the message from Mike saying he'd be over within the next ten minutes.
"Very well." Loki pressed a kiss to the human's forehead, leaving behind a brush of cold against the overheated skin that had Thomas sighing happily. "Silence," he ordered as he stood.
Thomas rolled his eyes, but nodded.
Loki decided that would have to be enough and teleported to the Old Royal Naval College – someone might well notice that he didn't arrive in a car, but he already knew he was running late, and he didn't care for cars, so they would just have to deal.
It was the first time he'd been to this particular set, but he was familiar enough with sets in general after almost a year living with Thomas, and the crew of this film in specific, that it didn't take him long to gather directions.
There wasn't much to be done that day. It was largely a sort of 'This is what you need to know for tomorrow, these are the moves you'll be following, have you got all that?' It was really quite boring, and Thomas probably could have done it, even as sick as he was. It would have saved Loki a day of being polite to everyone. Ugh. And he'd probably have to do it again tomorrow, unless Thomas was much improved.
Still, Loki got a few good spells at the gawking crowds with their mobile phones out and watching. A lot of random tripping, two cases of sudden boils, four supremely embarrassing erections, one broken belt, half a dozen skirts blown high by a mysterious wind gust, and a particularly unstable railing suddenly breaking and sending a group of young men and women falling half a storey to the grass.
When he got back to his and Thomas' flat, Thomas was nowhere in sight, but his sister was leaning against the back of the couch, looking unamused. "Loki," she said as he closed the door behind himself – Thomas had complained more than enough times about Loki randomly appearing in their flat when he had a key.
"Emma," Loki replied, looking towards the mostly-closed bedroom door, the room dark behind it. "He's sleeping?"
Emma gave a quick nod and pushed away from the couch. "Chris Hemsworth called."
Loki raised an eyebrow at her. "I care, why?"
Emma's expression darkened. "Someone could have died–"
"You think me so cruel that I would set mischief that would end in death?" Loki returned, keeping his voice quiet in deference to Thomas sleeping, but no less acidic for its low volume.
"Yeah. I do," Emma snapped back, her voice equally quiet. "I have been telling Tom for months that you're–"
"Violent and unstable?" Loki suggested, smiling with no warmth. "I'm aware. And should you wish to avoid finding just how violent and unstable I am, you would best leave. Now."
"You wouldn't dare," Emma hissed, but there was fear in her eyes.
Loki spread his arms, the picture of innocence. "Wouldn't I?"
"Tom wouldn't let you," she pointed out.
"Thomas is asleep," Loki returned.
Emma's eyes flickered towards the bedroom door, then she grabbed her coat from the back of the couch and pushed roughly past him and hurried out the door.
Loki sneered after her as the door pulled closed. A flick of his fingers saw the lock sliding home, then he turned and made for the bedroom, intending to check on his human lover before making himself something to eat.
"Did you have to threaten her?" Thomas asked quietly as Loki pushed the door open enough to let him in.
Loki snorted. "I did not threaten her. I simply pointed out the flaw in her certainty that I wouldn't."
Thomas sighed and took a moment to cough before saying, "I wish you two would just get along."
"I have no need of friends amongst Midgardians," Loki commented as he settled on the edge of the bed. "You sound much improved."
Thomas nodded. "I am. But you'll probably have to go in for me tomorrow, anyway."
Loki huffed, brushing his hand through Thomas' curls and checking his temperature, which appeared to have lowered at last. "I will go mad of boredom on that set."
"No, you won't."
Loki stood. "Do you wish for food?"
"Mike brought some soup, if you'll heat that up for me?"
"Very well."
"And, Loki?" Thomas said as Loki reached the bedroom door. When he looked back, the human continued, "Next time, no breaking railings."
"Very well."
"And take my camera?"
Loki smirked. "I'll see what I can do," he promised and left to make them food.
1 - Holding Hands ||| 2 - Cuddling Somewhere ||| 3 - Gaming ||| 4 - On a Date ||| 5 - Kissing
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: 21/11/12 11:34 (UTC)*le gaspith* Is Chris Hemsworth wearing leather chaps?! *peers closer* He totally is!!!
And they look a tad cold...
*says in a high pitched voice* Oh To~om. Come here big-boy, I'll warm you up! *coughs, hacking*Ugh, can't do high pitched voice for very long...no subject
Date: 21/11/12 17:47 (UTC)And he's discovered that Loki is more likely to listen when he says 'no' if he occasionally adds to his mischief in some way... XDIs he? *peers at photo* OH. That's the trousers for his costume, I think.
*hands over a throat drop* ♥
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Date: 21/11/12 18:28 (UTC)I still think Chris is wearing leather chaps *snickers*