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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
Summary: For a challenge, 30 days of Tomki/FrostPudding.
Chapter Warnings: Loki's a little shit, Tom's a fucking saint (with horns)
A/N: I hate shopping. I hate it in real life, and I hate writing about it. I curse this day, I curse it to the depths of whatever version of hell it believes in. (And if it doesn't believe in any form of hell, I curse it to work retail for the rest of its miserable life.)
Yeah, someone gave me sugar. How could you tell? XD
So much love and kneeling for MischiefRulesHere for letting me whine and inadvertently giving me an idea for this day.
For those of you in the States, happy Turkey Day, and please stay safe tomorrow if you've chosen – or are required – to brave the fucking lunatics.
Me? I'm staying in with the cats.
And, oh yeah. You know what I'm thankful for? These two boys and all of you. Have some turkey and chaos, on me. ;D
- Day Eight: Shopping -
Tom really should have known better than to take Loki out shopping while he was in a mood. Thor had visited that morning, trying to get Loki to come home, which always failed. It wasn't that Loki wouldn't be welcome – he'd already served his punishment for the actions of the human films, and Odin didn't care enough about the mischief he'd been up to since then to warrant further punishment – he just didn't want to go, and Thor always approached the matter from entirely the wrong angle. If Tom didn't know any better, he'd think Thor didn't know his brother at all, but he was pretty sure that Thor was just incapable of getting his mind around the fact that cajoling wouldn't make Loki budge. (At least he'd stopped threatening Loki, after they destroyed two cafés and Tom had got between the two, chancing a broken neck, and screamed at Thor until he backed off.)
But, back to the matter at hand; they'd needed groceries, and Loki's mood didn't really stop that from being the truth. Tom would occasionally make short runs by the shops by himself, but for an undertaking of this magnitude, he needed Loki. Both for his strength, and because he got picky about the weirdest things, and what he was picky about changed every week or so. (Tom had learned to live with that, as he'd learned to live with all the odd little quirks that Loki seemed to manifest when he wanted to make life difficult for someone. Like that one time the couple living in the flat above them decided to take up line dancing and Loki developed a sudden need to listen to heavy metal music at top volume during all hours, or the time one of Tom's co-stars brought his dog on set and Loki developed a deathly allergy, which just happened to affect his magic as well as his sinuses.
If Tom had to say one thing about life with Loki, it was that at least it was never boring. And the sex was fantastic.)
Tom shook himself out of his thoughts in time to dodge an overbalanced stack of cans as it toppled to the floor. A couple of the cans burst upon impact and tomato chunks oozed out across the floor. "Really?" he asked the scowling god at his side.
Loki huffed and turned his irritation on the pasta options. For the past two weeks, Loki had insisted on the tri-coloured pasta, and for almost two months before that, he'd refused to allow anything but angel hair into the flat. Tom was actually kind of interested to see what he'd pick this time. "They don't have the wheels," Loki finally announced and raised his arm to do something to the shelf.
"Bottom right!" Tom called hurriedly, wincing as he heard some shop assistants finally reaching the mess of cans and tomatoes fallen from the end cap.
Loki looked down and stared at the wheel-shaped pasta for a long moment before looking up at Tom in a way that screamed, 'DANGER'. "I don't like that brand."
Tom closed his eyes and gave a quick prayer for patience. "If you want wheels, those are it. Either get them, or pick a different shape. Do not make another mess on this aisle or, so help me, you're sleeping on the couch for a week."
"Liar," Loki returned, but he grabbed the wheels and put them in the cart without taking it out on the rest of the shelves.
They kept on, Loki knocking over more than enough displays, or shelves on the aisle they'd just left randomly coming unlatched. Tom just let him do it, only telling Loki to stop if there was an attendant in sight or the objects he was about to knock over would end up getting someone hurt, like the glass jars of pasta sauce he'd given the evil eye.
The thing that most people hadn't learned for dealing with Loki, was that if you yelled at him or threatened him, his behaviour would only get worse and someone would get hurt, and if you egged him on, he would eventually set something on fire. Tom had learned that if he wanted to keep the property damage to a minimum, he had to calmly direct Loki's ire at the less dangerous pranks and calmly warn him away from things that would almost surely see someone hurt. Threatening punishments that didn't actually hurt him – withholding sex or whatever meal he most wanted for supper that night – were okay, but only if he didn't overuse them.
It was a good thing Tom was as patient as he was, because he shuddered to think how life would be if he and Loki were always butting heads.
By the time they reached the check-out lanes, Loki was much more pleasant, having worked off most of his irritation during the rampant destruction. Tom almost felt bad for the shop assistants, but, then, it could have been worse. And he'd rather it was left for someone else to clean up than having to replace all the dining rooms chairs or the television again.
They were just walking out the doors when something exploded near the back of the shop and the sprinklers went off.
"That was not me," Loki insisted with the most honest expression Tom had ever seen on his face.
He still didn't believe him for a second.
"Next time your brother comes to town, just tie him up, gag him, and toss him into the nearest skip," Tom suggested with a sigh.
Loki blinked. "Why did I never think of that?"
Tom just shook his head and started home, Loki falling in behind him with a disturbing smile.
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
Summary: For a challenge, 30 days of Tomki/FrostPudding.
Chapter Warnings: Loki's a little shit, Tom's a fucking saint (with horns)
A/N: I hate shopping. I hate it in real life, and I hate writing about it. I curse this day, I curse it to the depths of whatever version of hell it believes in. (And if it doesn't believe in any form of hell, I curse it to work retail for the rest of its miserable life.)
Yeah, someone gave me sugar. How could you tell? XD
So much love and kneeling for MischiefRulesHere for letting me whine and inadvertently giving me an idea for this day.
For those of you in the States, happy Turkey Day, and please stay safe tomorrow if you've chosen – or are required – to brave the fucking lunatics.
Me? I'm staying in with the cats.
And, oh yeah. You know what I'm thankful for? These two boys and all of you. Have some turkey and chaos, on me. ;D
Tom really should have known better than to take Loki out shopping while he was in a mood. Thor had visited that morning, trying to get Loki to come home, which always failed. It wasn't that Loki wouldn't be welcome – he'd already served his punishment for the actions of the human films, and Odin didn't care enough about the mischief he'd been up to since then to warrant further punishment – he just didn't want to go, and Thor always approached the matter from entirely the wrong angle. If Tom didn't know any better, he'd think Thor didn't know his brother at all, but he was pretty sure that Thor was just incapable of getting his mind around the fact that cajoling wouldn't make Loki budge. (At least he'd stopped threatening Loki, after they destroyed two cafés and Tom had got between the two, chancing a broken neck, and screamed at Thor until he backed off.)
But, back to the matter at hand; they'd needed groceries, and Loki's mood didn't really stop that from being the truth. Tom would occasionally make short runs by the shops by himself, but for an undertaking of this magnitude, he needed Loki. Both for his strength, and because he got picky about the weirdest things, and what he was picky about changed every week or so. (Tom had learned to live with that, as he'd learned to live with all the odd little quirks that Loki seemed to manifest when he wanted to make life difficult for someone. Like that one time the couple living in the flat above them decided to take up line dancing and Loki developed a sudden need to listen to heavy metal music at top volume during all hours, or the time one of Tom's co-stars brought his dog on set and Loki developed a deathly allergy, which just happened to affect his magic as well as his sinuses.
If Tom had to say one thing about life with Loki, it was that at least it was never boring. And the sex was fantastic.)
Tom shook himself out of his thoughts in time to dodge an overbalanced stack of cans as it toppled to the floor. A couple of the cans burst upon impact and tomato chunks oozed out across the floor. "Really?" he asked the scowling god at his side.
Loki huffed and turned his irritation on the pasta options. For the past two weeks, Loki had insisted on the tri-coloured pasta, and for almost two months before that, he'd refused to allow anything but angel hair into the flat. Tom was actually kind of interested to see what he'd pick this time. "They don't have the wheels," Loki finally announced and raised his arm to do something to the shelf.
"Bottom right!" Tom called hurriedly, wincing as he heard some shop assistants finally reaching the mess of cans and tomatoes fallen from the end cap.
Loki looked down and stared at the wheel-shaped pasta for a long moment before looking up at Tom in a way that screamed, 'DANGER'. "I don't like that brand."
Tom closed his eyes and gave a quick prayer for patience. "If you want wheels, those are it. Either get them, or pick a different shape. Do not make another mess on this aisle or, so help me, you're sleeping on the couch for a week."
"Liar," Loki returned, but he grabbed the wheels and put them in the cart without taking it out on the rest of the shelves.
They kept on, Loki knocking over more than enough displays, or shelves on the aisle they'd just left randomly coming unlatched. Tom just let him do it, only telling Loki to stop if there was an attendant in sight or the objects he was about to knock over would end up getting someone hurt, like the glass jars of pasta sauce he'd given the evil eye.
The thing that most people hadn't learned for dealing with Loki, was that if you yelled at him or threatened him, his behaviour would only get worse and someone would get hurt, and if you egged him on, he would eventually set something on fire. Tom had learned that if he wanted to keep the property damage to a minimum, he had to calmly direct Loki's ire at the less dangerous pranks and calmly warn him away from things that would almost surely see someone hurt. Threatening punishments that didn't actually hurt him – withholding sex or whatever meal he most wanted for supper that night – were okay, but only if he didn't overuse them.
It was a good thing Tom was as patient as he was, because he shuddered to think how life would be if he and Loki were always butting heads.
By the time they reached the check-out lanes, Loki was much more pleasant, having worked off most of his irritation during the rampant destruction. Tom almost felt bad for the shop assistants, but, then, it could have been worse. And he'd rather it was left for someone else to clean up than having to replace all the dining rooms chairs or the television again.
They were just walking out the doors when something exploded near the back of the shop and the sprinklers went off.
"That was not me," Loki insisted with the most honest expression Tom had ever seen on his face.
He still didn't believe him for a second.
"Next time your brother comes to town, just tie him up, gag him, and toss him into the nearest skip," Tom suggested with a sigh.
Loki blinked. "Why did I never think of that?"
Tom just shook his head and started home, Loki falling in behind him with a disturbing smile.
1 - Holding Hands ||| 2 - Cuddling Somewhere ||| 3 - Gaming ||| 4 - On a Date ||| 5 - Kissing
6 - Wearing Each Other's Clothing ||| 7 - Cosplaying |||
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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